crush culture | giyuu tomioka

forty one -

late valentine's
day gift🤭🤭

"do you want anything to drink?" A low mumble erupts you from your thoughts as you sit comfortably on Giyuu's bed. It took quite a bit for him to sneak you in through the front door of his house, but the thrill and risk of getting caught made this a whole thing a lot more entertaining.

A teasing smile reaches your lips as you sit up, loosely resting your hands over your lap. Giyuu was standing a few feet away from you, his gaze steady on your face.

It was quiet for a brief moment as the male waits to hear a response from you. a gentle swing from your foot brush pass his knees as you slowly made eye contact with him.

"Hm, yeah. I'm feeling a little thirsty." you reply in a low voice as you swing your foot again, this time hooking your ankle behind his knee. Giyuu stumbles forward a bit before regaining his balance. His expression was unreadable, as if he didn't want you to see how nervous he truly was.

"Anything specific you had in mind?" you could barely hear him whisper. The tension in the air getting heavy, almost like there was an elephant in the room that needed to be addressed. You gently grasped his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you shift your focus to the pair of hands that were interlocked.

With a small smirk on your face, you use your other hand to slowly trace each knuckle of his hand. your index finger tenderly moving along the smooth surface of his warm skin. Ignoring his question, you mumble

"I love your hands, they're so soft."

Hearing that from your pretty voice sent Giyuu into an internal crisis. His heartbeat was racing, he could feel his blood rush to every single corner and crevice of his body, he suddenly felt his brain turn into mush.

But, he didn't wanna show it. AND, you ignored his question.

He watched as you steadily play with his fingers, he knew what you were doing. Teasing and playing with him while pretending to be clueless.

He clears his throat. "[Y/n], what do you want to drink?" his voice was clear and firm, he caught your attention and watched as your small smirk grow into a bigger smile.

"Hm? What do I want to drink?" you answer, repeating the question to yourself and you slowly pull his palm towards your face, slipping his fingers beneath your jaw and hooking his thumb on your bottom lip.

At this moment, Giyuu's hand was cupping your cheek.

Giyuu felt as if he was choking on air, he may be a little dramatic in this situation, but from his point of view, the sight in front of him was truly something unforgettable. Something that made him crave more.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes shifting from his palm to your face and then to your lips. He could practically hear his heart pounding in his ears as his field of vision narrows on you.

"I..." No words could finish his sentence. He was suddenly mute.

You giggle. It was so easy to tease him.

"You want the answer to your question?" you mumble as you plant a small kiss on his thumb. He slowly nodded in silence, his eyes not leaving your lips.

"I need a verbal response, Giyuu. Otherwise, I won't give you what you want." you spoke up, wanting to watch him completely melt away and see him in a vulnerable state.

You wanted to see the Giyuu that wasn't so reserved and closed off from others, the one that isn't so quiet with people around, the one that is the complete opposite of his outside persona.