Female Characters x Reader

Weiss Schnee (Rwby)

A/n: I don't even know bro its like 2 am so here

Warnings: I guess its a bit more graphic and fluffy over depressing this time? Honestly idk

~°Chapped Lips°~

I laid on the far end of Weiss's bed that was closest to the wall; watching as she was folding her recently dried clothes, using the opposite side of the bed.

"How many clothes do you even have?" I asked with a seemingly endless yawn, "Its been ages and you haven't even finished folding half of them."

"Quiet, you dolt." She snapped.

"Can I at least help? You take like ten minutes folding a single shirt."

"No, this is a delicate process. If you have too many folds the clothing will crease, if its too lazy it'll all come undone, and if you fold it just right all the creases will come out perfectly."

"Weiss, it's literally just a skirt," I said disappointedly.

"Shhh, just be patient." I turned over and faced the underneath of another bed. I began running my hands over my lips, and damn they were chapped. Suddenly I got a good idea and could take advantage of the situation.

"Weiss, my lips," I commented, facing towards her again. She ceased movement and looked at them. I took note of her eagerness to be done with laundry, and go address my need for her.

"What about them? " She asked, forcing herself to lose interest and refocus.

"They're chapped."

"Your point?"

"Do you have chapstick?"

"Yea, but its used and sharing that kind of stuff is disgusting." She said making a strange face.

"Yea but-"

"No buts, just liv-."

"But you kiss me all the time and isn't that the same thing?" I asked. Her pasty white skin turned a fluorescent pink and she went to her dresser, throwing a used stick of chapstick at me.

I smiled in success and picked up the chapstick that hit my stomach, surprisingly the impact of her throw stung a bit. I twisted off the cap and looked at the used area. It was used up to the point where it was oddly shaped like lipstick, instead of a bud. It might've been creepy but I oddly found that attractive about Weiss. Little did she know, my plan wasn't finished. I peered over towards Weiss who was still folding that damn skirt and smirked.

"Hey Weiss, can you put the chapstick on me?" I asked, making a pouting face.

She ceased action again and turned an even brighter pink than before, this time she made a hostile face, biting her, also, chapped yet plump lips.

"Forget it! Why can't you just do it yourself you dunce?!" She yelled, dropping her recently folded skirt.

"Because it's shaped weirdly."

"Just lick your lips than for all I care!" I thought about her proposal.

"Nope, if I do it'll just come back worse," I said, extending my hand with the chapstick.

"Whatever, I'm not putting that on you." She exclaimed, emphasizing the word not.

"Fine." I began peeling the dried skin on my lips. It hurt of course, but it's my way or no way.

"Ow." I winced as I got a particularly long line of the dried skin. I noticed this one stung a bit more. Weiss looked at me and saw the drop of blood crawling out of my bottom lip.