. . Title : ! Modern

ᵔᴗᵔ . . title : 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘆 ! modern

ᴖ.ᴖ . . cont. : f!reader ⁝ wc. 1.2k ⁝ reblog

ᵔᴗᵔ . . tl;dr : self-explanatory

𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶 [𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿]

“stop it,” he gripes, his eyes draw shut in exasperation over your incessant calling for a silver of his attention. you could be such a glutton for him, he huffs, although flattered.

he already, and begrudgingly, allowed you to sit snug on his lap whilst he watched this documentary on the television to ail his boredom. what more do you want?

he sends you a half-hearted glare. however, as anticipated, it did little to discourage you. in reality, it only fueled you to behave the way you did.

“stop what, babe? i‘m just trying to love you.” you frown, full of hope it’d entice him to indulge in your desire to be petted with his affection. it didn’t, so you continue to stare at him…

longingly.

his eyes; his lips; then his cheeks… you’d never dare tell him about it, but he looks cute when he was super, duper focused. he had a habit of scrunching his nose and pouting, as if to make a tiny show of how concentrated he was at the moment. he looks very cute, you thought, very, very cute—cute enough to bite!

adjusting your sitting position, you receive a tiny scowl from your dear boyfriend, who was growing more and more distracted by the minute. you purse your lips up at him for a kiss and he rolls his eyes at you in return. despite his steady snubbing, you know he was pleased to see you pine for him.

how can you not? him and his cheeks!

and before you know it, your hand travels to cup his face. he didn’t seem to mind it at all. in fact, he responds quite nicely, nuzzling against your palm. it wasn’t until you, oh, so lovingly decided to pinch him did it finally elicit any sort of a reaction from him.

albeit tricky, it was definitely worth it. his cheeks look really squishy from your perspective and you couldn’t help yourself at all. hence, it comes to no surprise when you had insisted on pinching him like a makeshift stress ball. squish. squish. squish.

“can you get off me? you’re seriously getting on my nerves,” kunikuzushi snaps, as he bats your hand away rather weakly and impassively, like he can barely trouble himself to put an actual stop at your antics.

his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink from your shameless display of affection. it was embarrassing! he insists, and yet here he was basking in your desperation anyway.

“i-i don’t want to!” you cling onto him tighter. if you were to go further, you would’ve crushed his esophagus.

he has half a mind to give you an earful for your immaturity when you didn’t waste a second to hide your face in his neck. he was contemplating on not letting this slide. that is until it flees from his mind once your lips press featherlight pecks on his skin

he was fine with it at first, long-familiar with your clinginess. though, his mood dramatically shifts after you start nipping at his skin to leave faint marks here and there.

are you crazy? he did nothing to have you behave this way, kunikuzushi huffs.

pressing pause on the remote, his other hand stops you by cradling your face. he smooshes your cheeks together and it made you look like a fish.

“alright, knock it off. this isn’t funny! are you deaf or s—OW! did you… bite me?” he glances at his hand then at your face and he was absolutely dumbfounded.

“i’ll do it again!”

burying your face in the crook of his neck, you know he’d do something if he was truly bothered.

“whatever… just let me finish the damn documentary.”

𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 [𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿]

“knock, knock!”

a tiny smile upturns his lips after he caught the echo of your voice calling him from the other side. it was intriguing when he didn’t show much emotion around others yet the smallest hint of your presence makes a difference, pulling a smile or softening his gaze. however, it fades away when he recalls he was in the middle of a video call.

damn it, tighnari huffs. turning off both his microphone and video, he spins his chair to face the door. “come in.”

he may not say it often but he appreciates all your efforts to check on him or take care of him. whether it be a casual “hi, whaddya doing?” or surprising him with a homemade meal, he cherished every bit of it either way.

although he never asked, you do it anyway and it warms his heart.

the door creaked open and your lovely self came into view a second later. “so… how’s the bestest boyfriend in the entire world doing today?” you greet with a charming smile, finally stepping p foot inside the room.

bestest wasn’t a real word but god, you are so cute.

you don the frilly apron you use whenever you cook or bake; in the palm of your hands lies a wooden tray of food—lunch, he guesses. the sight in front of him stinks of domesticity, it willed butterflies to skitter in his stomach.

“work as usual. nothing new.”

“great! you should take a break ‘cuz look at what i cooked!” you make a great show of the savory meal before him.

although unquestionably restless when things don’t go your way, you respected his plans to finish his meeting before he sacrifices his time to dote on you. placing the tray on a vacant spot on his desk, he stuns you by wasting no time in pulling you to sit on his lap sideways.

the sound of your gasp was music to his ears, the corner of his mouth quirks into a lopsided smile. it urges him to push through and fulfill the leftover minutes of this meeting. you, on the other hand, do what you did best: be clingy.

you occupy yourself by playing with his hair, wringing a thin strand around your finger until your eyes fixate on his green streaks. sectioning it off from the majority of his dark locks, you admire how well it sharpens his features.

he looks so handsome! …but at what cost? his soft cheeks. you frown, hands falling to cup his soft cheeks instead. your thumb grazes against his skin. going further, you sneak in a couple tender pinches.

so fluffy! you muse.

tighnari, who long discarded his intentions to work, basks in your touch. he could never get enough of you. his gaze trails along your every movement, wondering what was coursing through that pretty head of yours. what can you be thinking about? was it about him?

“you need to get a haircut.”

“do i?” he didn’t know it, but his tone lightens whenever it’s directed at you and thanks to the almost nonexistent space in between your bodies, it came across a whisper.

“yep! i can trim it for you later if you want?”

“whatever you say, darling.” tighnari nods, bewitched in the feeling of you gingerly tucking his hair behind his ears. he leans into your touch, prompting you both to silently bask in one another’s company—as if the outside world didn’t exist.

“um, sir? your camera is on.” collei’s shy voice rings through his laptop and you and your boyfriend flinch at the intrusion on your love bubble.

“shit.”