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What happens when you ask your boyfriend to do the Pocky game with you?
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|| GN! Reader ||
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Featured Characters:
Alhaitham
Childe
Lohen
Wanderer
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A/n: Guess who bought some Pocky and got inspired?
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Italics = Character
Italics + Bold = Y/n
ALHAITHAM
— He was staring at you like you had sprouted two heads
— Your request, simple but baffling all the same, was to bite the matcha Pocky stick held between your lips, with that smug yet sweet smile of yours
— Those were the same lips Alhaitham was so used to pressing against with his own; soft and enticing, always drawing him in for more and more
—You're joking, right?
— His words echoed throughout his office, papers strewn about with little care for their contents, not when his beloved was egging him on with such a captivating offer
— Not in the slightest. You like a good challenge every now and then, right, 'Haitham?
— He stared with his typical neutral expression, but, at least to you, it was easy to tell he was — intrigued
— Slowly, he lifted himself from his desk, then swiftly piloted around it to reach you on the other side
— Alhaitham's calloused finger lifted your chin to meet his sharp gaze; teeth taking hold of the other end of the snack at a leisurely pace
— As you began to bite at your end of the Pocky stick, your eyes locked onto his light teal irises; a telling smirk reached his lips... he was planning something
— And in one swift motion, Alhaitham took a big bite of the stick, his lips crashing onto yours for a brief second before pulling away and chewing on the snack
—Hm... was that one matcha? I think I prefer the chocolate flavor
— With a dull flush creeping up your neck, you could only huff in response
—You suck... at least kiss me for more than two seconds next time!
— His pompous-ass smirk grew even wider
—Next time? Be happy I indulged in your little game even once
—Oh? You didn't like it then?
— Alhaitham looked thoughtful, if only for a small moment
— ...I didn't say that
CHILDE
— His lips extended into a grin, eyes narrowing as he stood
—You sure? I don't lose Y/n. Or is this just an excuse to kiss me?
—Could be both, depends on what you do
— Childe laughed, taking a long stride toward you with an amused and playful look in his eyes
— He took hold of your hips, pulling you closer with his steady grip
—Teasing, are you? Not the smartest move when I'm the one in charge
— Pulling a piece of chocolate Pocky from its box, you placed the dipped end into your mouth, then lifted your head to meet his deep blue eyes
— Childe took the bait almost instantly; biting on the other end and chewing rather quickly to meet in the middle
— Not one to back down, you followed suit, only for Childe to come faster than expected
— His lips hit yours, pressing hard enough to push you back a bit
— A small groan escaped him at the taste of the chapstick he bought you the other day against his tongue
— Childe pulled back to let you catch your breath, admiring the way your cheeks were slightly flushed and a few strands of your hair were out of place
— Though before you had truly gotten enough of a break, he kissed you again, moving his hands from your hips to the small of your back, wrapping his lean, muscular frame around you until he fully enveloped your body in his
— And when he had gotten his fill, Childe withdrew and laughed, albeit slightly out of breath
—Can you get another stick? I don't think I got enough of the chocolate...
— And even after ten more Pocky pieces, he still didn't seem satisfied... he just might need the whole box
LOHEN
— Lohen hated paperwork
— With bland words, useless jargon, and not even an ounce of joy written on each page, Lohen found that most days, he neglected his duties at his desk
— Especially if you came for a visit
— His once dull and bored expression turned to pure love and adoration
— Which was followed up by a teasing smirk and half-lidded eyes once he caught sight of what was in your hands
—Pocky? Here to treat me, Bun?
— It was only natural to return his mischievous expression, with a cute laugh escaping you before responding
—Nope! More of a challenge, really...
— Lohen lifted a brow, but soon understood the assignment once you put a piece of Pocky between your pretty lips
—Ah~ I see, come a little closer, would ya? I promise to only bite a little
— With a roll of your eyes, you stepped to his desk, perching yourself on top
— Not one to waste time, he quickly followed up and caged you within his lean yet muscular arms
— Lohen took the other end of the Pocky in his mouth, biting his side of the stick until your lips met his
— At first it was a simple brushing of each other's lips, sweet, soft; then, of course, Lohen let himself take over
— Within seconds, your back was pressed against his desk, papers flying across the room from the sudden movement
— Lohen was an animal, to put it simply, going from nibbling on your bottom lip to biting hard enough to taste blood
— All in all, challenge complete
— Who won?
— Does it really matter at this point?
WANDERER
— No.
— What do you mean, "No"?
—You know exactly what I mean. Those fucking sticks are too sickeningly sweet. I'm not putting one in my mouth
—Chicken
— With a simple huff, you stepped closer to Wanderer, shaking the box of Pocky in front of him
— Reading 100% Cacao on the label, Wanderer raised a brow, sighing, then shaking his head
— When his gaze met yours again, you knew he was willing to tolerate this
— So with glee, you stuck one end of the bitter Pocky in your mouth, a smirk evident on your features
— Wanderer had the nerve to roll his eyes, but met you at the other end of the stick regardless
— Slowly, you both nibbled your way to the center, but you had other plans besides winning
— With a big bite, your lips met Wanderer's in a flash, shocking him enough for a dull flush to creep towards his ears and cheeks
— Yet he didn't protest, arms wrapping their way around you until one hand found its way to your waist while the other lightly gripped the back of your neck
— Long moments of you pressing into him, only to be broken for your need of air
— Panting, you pull away with a satisfied smile, then nestling into his neck to inhale his calming scent
—Did you like it?
—...The chocolate's fine, I suppose
—You know that's not what I meant
—Tch. You know better than to ask what I think of your affections
— A quiet moment persisted before he sighed and spoke again
— Your lips are as intoxicating as that face of yours. Be happy that I haven't stolen the air from your lungs just to satiate my hunger
— The hell does that mean!?