MikaYuu One-Shot Collection

The Plan

Prompt: (Found on tumblr) Imagine person A of your OTP playing with one of these^

and they fling it at person B and accidentally smack their ass. Person B looks at them and person A just says in a serious tone "Smack dat ass from 10 feet away." and person B just goes back to whatever they were doing.

Challenge Accepted. Begin!

I was playing with the sticky rubber hand toy I'd gotten out of one of those gumball machine things in the entrance of the grocery store. If Mika was going to drag me out of our apartment on a perfectly lazy Saturday afternoon, I might as well get something out of it. I'd stolen fifty cents from Mika before he noticed, he was too engrossed in checking prices and boring stuff like that. 

I took off running to the front entrance, and gotten the toy before Mika was done with the aisle he'd been in when I left. I popped open the lid and out came a blue one. It really reminded me of Mika's eyes. I walked up next to Mika and started playing around with it. 

Mika glanced over at me as I hit the can of pears he was reaching for with my toy.

"Yu-chan, you really don't want to start annoying me. Do you remember what happened last time you messed with me?" Mika threatens, putting the pears in the basket. It's not really threatening, as what happened last time.......well, that's a story best saved for when I was alone. 

"Yeah." I pouted. He clearly didn't remember I knew how to be sly. Now to bid my time.......

~At Home~

I watched Mika put the groceries away from my spot on the love seat. I had my chin on the top of it, keeping my weapon hidden for the time being.

"What do you want for dinner, Yuu-chan?" Mika asked me. The way he was standing made me smirk. It looked like he wanted me to say 'dat ass' or something. 

"Is curry acceptable for this evening?" I said, choosing my words carefully. I would cook it, but I can't. I might burn down all of my neighborhood if I did. He smiled, acknowledging my choice. 

"Curry it is, then." He turned around as I got up and walked away from the kitchen. I chose a chair farther away and sat still for a total of fifteen minutes, plotting what I was going to do. 

I would call Mika in, and after he was in here, I would say simply hi, with a mischievous smirk. As he would sigh and turn to leave I would bring up my sticky toy, and then hit his ass. And from my awesome skill earlier, I knew it would hit.

I waited for another couple of seconds, refining my plan to perfection. 

"Mika!" I paused, waiting for a response. 

"Yes, Yuu-chan?" Mika asked from the kitchen. I smirked. 

"Can you come in here for a second?" I asked, allowing my voice to tremble slightly, so that he knew I needed something. Mika poked his head out of the kitchen. After I motioned for him to come a few feet away from me, I motioned for him to stop. 

"Hi." I said, waving enthusiastically. He huffed, turning around to leave. I threw it, the hand part of the sticky toy hitting his right cheek. I smirked, that little-shit look in my eyes as Guren called it. Mika turned around slowly, a get-ready-for-your-punishment-Yuu-chan look in his eyes. Ignoring that, my smirk grew wider.

"Smack dat ass from 10 feet away." I said in a deadpan.

Mika removed the toy from his cheek, and immediately stalked over to me. 

He placed his leg between mine, and leaned over me. 

"I turned off the oven when I realized what you were doing." He whispered. The context behind that statement made me shiver in anticipation. 

"What is it tonight, master?" I said, using my bedroom tone. His eyes widened and he tensed at that tone. I almost never used it outside of our bedroom.

"Hmmmmmm, a surprise, Yuu-chan." Mika said, leaning in to my. He flicked out his tongue, leaving a little trail on my neck as he went to my ear.

"Shall I carry you?" He asked huskily. His tone would've knocked out my knees had I been standing, thank God I hadn't been.

At this point, all I could do was nod. He really knew how to turn me into green and black Play-Doh, didn't he?

"Sorry, not sorry, but I lied, let's eat some dinner before we do that particular evening activity. Don't want you passing out on me." Mika says, getting up. I glared at him. 

"Fuck you." Mika winks at me.

"Anytime." And the little shit walks into the kitchen, like nothing happened. 

But I did get one good thing out of it.

I would not be bored tonight.