kihara rui

rui hadn’t thought anything of it when you had invited him over at your family house for a christmas gathering, assuring him he wouldn’t be a bother when almost every single person there will bring a plus-one : friend, lover, unfortunate neighbor who has no one to spend the holidays with… rui doesn’t exactly care for the end of the year celebrations, and being alone and far from home on a 24th of december meant little to him (christmas is not the same in japan, more of a lovers thing, and well, he doesn’t have a lover so he had planned to spend a cosy evening watching dumb series) but he couldn’t resist your puppy eyes when you had taken his hands in yours and insisted he came along.

and so you’ve drove a couple hours to your home town in another state than where your campus is, and he hadn’t thought anything of it when you’ve told him you’d have to share your childhood room—a small and cosy little thing right under the roof, with walls painted cream and pink, and plushies lined neatly against your wall in a little pile. books carefully placed on bookshelf. a big and comfortable bed that takes most of the room. a princess room. an angel room. it fits you. he hadn’t been bothered by the fact you asked him if he was fine with sharing the bed, in which case you’d sleep on the floor and you both argued for a while before settling on sharing because neither wanted to let the other sleep in a pile of blankets.

you have cuddled before, rui had thought. you had fallen asleep curled up against his side on occasion while watching movies on his couch. he has fallen asleep on a corner of your bed during study sessions before mid-terms. it’s fine. and you couldn’t have meant anything by it either. friends cuddle. friends can share a bed.

but it is well into the night, probably even in the earliest hours of the morning and you are close to naked under him, so prettily splayed out on your childhood bed, wearing nothing but the prettiest pink lingerie and the necklace he has gifted you earlier in the evening as a christmas present—the precious jewel in your favorite color resting right at the hollow of your throat, sometimes catching his attention when he is not too busy staring at your heavily flushed cheeks or at the way your chest heaves with each breath or the way your nipples are hard and straining against the fabric of the satin… gods, you’re so cute, so pretty, so perfect… and have you been planning this ? have you been wearing this cute little set for him, in hopes he’d undress you, or are you always dressed so cutely under your clothes ? he doesn’t know what would be worse. he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop wondering what you’re wearing under the little dresses you were around campus, his mind will forever be plagued with the sight of your naked form and maybe you deserve a better friend than him. someone who will not lust after you. someone who will not long for you. for more than friendship.

but also he is selfish, only when it comes to you, but instead of listening to the rational part of his brain—you must not be in your right mind, you must want this to be just a one night thing, he should protect his heart and tell you to just get dressed and that he’ll sleep on the floor after all—he pushes your thighs up a little more, leading your leg around his equally naked waist. and you let him. you so readily wrap around him.

rui buries his face in the side of your neck, peppering kisses that makes you whine and whimper down your pulse, down your chest, stopping right between your breasts. he takes in a deep breath, reveling in the feel of your body arching into him. «that’s it princess, keep mewling for me… doing so good, baby… »