Kiss My Booboos
Literally love this boy so much. I love a good confident but shy 2023 Vash. I think it suits him so well. Let your minds go wild😏
Relationship: Vash x Female Reader
Fandom: Trigun Stampede(2023)
Warnings: fluff :), Vash has some confidence, a little spicy(nothing explicit), kisses
I sigh for the thousandth time in the whole of ten minutes. I was trying to focus purely on my book while Vash took care of a minor wound behind me. The hotel room was a bit luxurious, giving us a chance of privacy with my sitting on a couch a few feet away from the bed that Vash was sitting on. The back of the couch was facing him.
Vash The Stampede really doesn’t live up to his name, especially now of all times. Speaking of the devil, the blond groans in pain once again.
“Would you stop complaining?” I grumble, “it’s just a scratch!”
“A scratch from a bullet!” He whines, “it hurts like hell…”
“Awe, the poor baby,” my voice is high in pitch to perfect my mother impression, “want me to kiss all your booboos?”
I have seen most of his scars before, but he doesn’t like when people look at them, the reason why I’m sitting on this couch facing away from him in the first place. And since we’ve known each other for a long time, none of my jokes faze him.
“Actually, that would be nice.”
I chuckle, turning a page in my book, “well too bad-“ my eyes are away from the words on the page and over the side of the couch, looking at the half naked man in shock, “What?!”
“Y-you know I was just joking…right?” I mumble, almost falling off of the armrest of the couch. A pool of heat rushes to my cheeks at his sudden confession.
Of course, he had to have a shit eating grin on his face as he rested his chin on his hand. This was a rare side of Vash The Stampede. Overly shy with other woman and in public, but once he’s alone with someone that he knows well he’s quite confident. I’ve only see this a handful of times….nothing I can get used to though.
From what I can see on my spot from the couch, he’s sitting on the end of the bed with his daily sweatpants and isn’t wearing a shirt. All kinds of scars litter his upper body.
“Sure, but I think it’d make me feel better,” he says, voice somehow deeper than usual. He stands up, taking his time to walk around the couch and stand in front of me. My wide eyes followed him the whole time.
What in gods name was he doing?!
Within seconds, my hand is in his warm one as he brings it closer to his lips. He leaves a chaste kiss in the palm of my hand, his smirk still gracing his lips.
“What do you say?”