Oneshot: Japan x Reader - Warmth

Mmph.

His lips were so soft pressed against yours. You couldn’t remember when or how or most importantly, why, but at the same time you didn’t want to let go and find out either. Your arms were still pressed against his chest, fingers clutched around the hard buttons of his shirt. Kiku’s curious hands folded themselves behind your waist, one daring to slowly, tantalizingly slide itself up your back and grasp the bare skin of your neck, pulling you ever so closer every time the kiss was broken.

Unlike your eyes, which were still wide with surprise, his were closed as he leaned his head forward again, only for his nose to awkwardly bump against yours in that not-really-thought-out moment. You tried to hold back a giggle as he let out a gasp of surprise, blowing hot air onto your cheeks before dipping his head away in embarrassment.

You pulled your hands out from between your bodies and slid one, then two onto each of his shoulders. The young man turned to face you, and you kissed him on the nose twice before exploding into a fit of giggles.

He silenced you with a press of his mouth against yours. “Shh, ______, we must keep quiet or... or they’ll... or they’ll hear us...” he managed to stammer in between kisses.

Then you were at it again, and with Kiku’s mouth caught slightly under yours, he gave your bottom lip an experimental nibble that made you squirm in his arms. He took this as a sign of encouragement and set to work exploring you, pulling open your lips with his so you could taste the mints you caught him eating earlier before... before he... you just couldn’t remember.

A couple steps backwards and you were up against the wall, his hands all over you. You couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this nice, ever feeling this right. His eyes were closed and his eyelashes brushed against your face, just under your eyes and you slowly blinked your eyes shut in return. You felt yourself pushing your hips closer to him and something bumped against your thigh and made you grip his shoulders tighter. He didn’t seem to notice. After time you pushed it aside, letting him grind himself against you, building sweet friction between your bodies.

Your heart was pounding. You barely had any breath, but you didn’t find yourself caring all that much. You just couldn’t stop.