Ollo! Dunno if your requests are open, but if they are might I humbly request lee chuuya with any ler of your choice? I shall pay with virtual cereal and orange juice. <3 If not disregard this rq, and make sure to take care of yourself :D
Hihiii Anon~) Thank you very much for the request and yummies! I appreciate it a lot💕ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ノ゙
as soon as chuuya pressed his key in the keyhole of the penthouse door, he knew something was off. his hairs raised on end and there was an odd shuffling noise by the door. he found it odd, wanting to brush it off before remembering; you were home, alone.
what ifs ran through his head before he quickly twisted the key and, with a rather rough push, he opened the door —
only to have cake punched right in his face.
“haha !! i got you !!” you point and laugh, letting the plastic plate drop to the ground with a clack. having to crouch down as your laughter ached your core, pearly tears peaked from the corner of your eyes.
“you, you should’ve ..!!” you struggle to speak as words get cut off by giggles and laughter. chuuya stood still, silent and unmoving before realizing what had just happened.
“awe, don’t be mad at me, pretty baby,” your chuckle out as the laughter died down. you push yourself up and rest your hands on the gingers shoulders, feeling the tense muscles relax with a sigh.
“this what you’ve been up to the whole time ?” chuuya finally speaks, slipping off his gloves and tossing them aside. he wipes his eyes to get a better look at you. despite the only light being the chandelier hanging from above, chuuya had to admit, you were glowing at that moment. cheeks red and puffy with a smile, he wanted to lock himself in this moment forever.
“yeah, it was. were you surprised ?” you giggle and press your lips on his cake covered cheeks, giving open mouth kisses as you have a taste of the sweet.
“thought you were in trouble.” placing his hands by your hips, you flick your finger on his chin, cream on your fingertips and letting chuuya take a taste. the ginger hums at the flavor. strawberry rum. sweet and intoxicating.
”not when you’re around,” you place another open mouth kiss on the executives jawline, humming out a laugh on his skin as he pushes your hair back, trying to pry you off.
“‘yer like a leech.”
“your pretty leech.”
“i’ll take that consideration. now, where’s the cake. i want an actual slice.”