Kunikida’s hair was a mess after having your hands running through it. His cheeks flush a vibrant pink, feeling very flustered after the previous events. His glasses tilted ever so slightly due to the roughness of your kisses. His neck was coated in a handful of kisses in his most sensitive places. Both cheeks have gentle kisses placed upon them and his usually pale lips are covered in a deep shade of red lipstick. He gently pushes you away.

“Let me make dinner, love. You can kiss me after.”