#shiodu ryuusei

[musetheapothecary]

can I see?

shidou ryuusei x fem!reader (nsfw)

She smears a sticky coat of gloss over her lips, marvelling at the rosy glow as she blows her reflection a kiss–the action interrupted by a fit of giggles. Music pumps out through the speaker by the sink and echoes off the sun-drenched tiles. She hums along to it, hips swaying and head bobbing, feeling unbearably light and borderline euphoric. 

A hot breeze blows in through the open window, carrying with it the bustling sounds of the city below and the scent of her neighbours cooking.

She tosses her hair, the bangles on her wrist chiming pleasantly with each motion, eyeing her permanent smile in the mirror.

There are flecks of toothpaste too high up to be caused by her and she clicks her tongue, but even her boyfriend’s messiness can’t ruin this moment for her.

It’s a Friday evening. In summer. And she’s going to see three of her favourite people in the world after a day of lounging about on the balcony with her book and a steady supply of iced matcha. Life could literally not get any better for her right now.

And then the front door opens. With a slam. Closely followed by the clatter of shoes.

“Baby!” Shidou calls, and she can hear the grin in his voice. “You still here?”

She huffs a laugh, smudging the glitter across her lids–artfully, of course–before raising her voice to answer. “In the bathroom, Ryu.���

Before she can turn to greet him he’s thrown his arms over her shoulders and buried his face in the crook of her neck, wicked eyes peering up at her through their reflection, right before–

“Ouch, Ryu–Christ, what is wrong with you?” The bite hurts, but her tone is light and buoyed with laughter. 

“Not sure you’ve got time for that list, pretty girl,” he says, before licking up the side of her throat, canines flashing white in the artificial lighting. She wonders if he can taste her perfume. “What’s got you all dressed up?”

He starts biting along the shell of her ear and pressing searing, distracting kisses over her cheek and temple, smearing her highlighter across his mouth. A rouged circle blossoms where he’d bit down, promising a bruise she has no hope of covering–not that she’s inclined to do so. 

“I told you yesterday, Ryu.” She rolls her eyes in an attempt to hide the way they threaten to tip back into her head. She digs a hand into his hair–soft, and sweetly scented, which means he’s absolutely been nicking her products again–and tugs in retaliation. All it does is make him moan, obnoxiously loud, right into her ear. “The girls and I are checking out that new food market, they’ve got live music tonight.”

Shidou hums, arms tightening around her waist. One of his hands spans nearly the entirety of her stomach and he uses it to pull her little blue halter neck up, up, up, until he’s cradling her bare chest in his palm, palming and groping without a single ounce of shame. 

He sniffs her, like a hound, long pink tongue trapped between his teeth as he grins. “Fuck you smell so good.”

She spins–not without difficulty–in his grip, looping her arms up and over his shoulders. His hand remains in place, the other coming up to cradle her waist. His hair is still damp, blonde and pink falling messily over his brow in the way she likes. There’s a dusting of red over the top of his cheeks and his skin is hot to the touch.

“Did you steal my shampoo again?”

He ignores her question, pressing his mouth to hers, messy and open mouthed, all tongue and teeth and lust.

She whines, feeling her lip gloss smearing over her chin and cheeks, and mumbles a stream of profanity into their kiss. He licks over her molars and sucks on her tongue before pulling back with a satisfied smirk. 

“You sure you wanna go out like that?” He presses a thumb and forefinger to the hollows of her cheeks and squeezes, giving her head a gentle shake. “Yer all messy, baby.”

“Bcs ‘f yew,” she garbles out through the pout she’s been forced into. “Ge’off.”

Shidou releases her face with a laugh before crowding her up against the bathroom sink, fingers dipping beneath the hem of her skirt before reaching around to yank her up onto the counter. “Oh yeah?” He presses his body flush with hers and cackles at her responding shiver. “Did I get you all messy? Can I see?”