You’ve been whining for the last 5 minutes. All because your boyfriend was being a selfish jerk.
Suna tuts, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “No can do, baby.”
“You’re being mean.” you whine, reaching for the lollipop in his hand, frown deepening when he moves it further from your reach.
“I asked you if you wanted one before we left the apartment. You said no.” Suna pops the sweet back in his mouth, deciding that was the safest place to keep it. He presses the button for the elevator as you both arrive at the end of the hallway, seemingly unfazed by your glare.
“Don’t be so greedy, I just want a taste.”
“Nah, that’s nasty.” he responds, words slurred as he swirls the candy in his mouth.
Insulted, you cross your arms over your chest. “No it’s not! How is it different to kissing me?”
The brunette offers you a sly grin, mischief gleaming behind his eyes. “It’s not.”
It takes a second for the jab to click in your head before you’re slapping the athlete against his chest, meeting nothing but toned muscle. He has the audacity to look hurt.
“Y-you’re such a dick!” you sputter, “Fine. I’ll go get my own one.” Huffing, you turn to make your way back to your shared apartment. “Just know you’re never getting another kiss from me.”
“Come on, princess. I was just joking.” Suna snickers, fingers latching onto your wrist to stop you in your tracks.
“Yeah, well you’re not funny. Have fun never kissing me again.” you grunt, putting all your strength into releasing yourself from his grip.
A large finger curls around your jaw, lifting your face upwards. “What-” Your brain barely has the time to register the hint of strawberry before Suna’s lips are crashing into yours. Before you even know what you’re doing, your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. Sweetness explodes in your mouth as his tongue invades your taste buds. Even his lips carry the candy’s flavour, leaving you chasing for more.
Chuckling through his nose, the brunette finally pulls away. He gives your lips a few more pecks before pulling away completely. “There,” he smirks, wiping the moisture clinging to your lips, “You got a taste now. Happy?”
Weaving your fingers into his silky locks, you peer at him through your lashes. “No.” you pout, just to be difficult. “I need to try again.”
With one hand resting against your waist, Suna walks you backwards until he’s got you pinned against the wall. “Yeah?” he breathes, “But what was that about never getting a kiss from you again?” he smirks, finding way too much amusement in the way you squint your eyes at him.
“Carry on and you’ll see.”
Suna dips his head to leave a trail of kisses on your jaw. “Well I better start behaving then.” You can feel the playful curl of his mouth against your skin. “And for the record, kissing you isn’t nasty.“ He’s so close his lips brush against yours with every word.
A shiver runs down your spine in anticipation.
“It’s my favourite fucking thing in the world.” he whispers before smashing his lips against yours.
