Pocky Game with Your Crush
Prompt: You want to play the pocky game with your crush.
Gender: gn!Reader
Prologue:
It was November 11th – your day to make your crush squirm using the power of Pocky sticks and test your luck while you were at it.
You held the Pocky stick between your lips, leaned in close to him, and teased. “Hey…wanna play a game?”
You thought you would be the one flustering him, but you forgot who you were dealing with.
- He opened one eye and smirked, knowing where you were taking this. “Herbivore, you really think you can handle this game?”
- Thinking he would push you away or verbally tease you, you leaned in closer. Leona grabbed the end between his teeth without hesitation and locked his emerald gaze with yours. He didn’t blink or break eye contact.
- When there was only an inch left, he smirked. “What, nervous that I’ll kiss you?”
- You jerked back, not expecting him to bring up kissing. Leona studied your red cheeks with a grin. “How. Cute. Next time, don’t start something you can’t finish.”
- He tilted his head but seemed intrigued by the invitation. “A game, you say? Very well, show me.”
- You quickly explained how to play and leaned closer, expecting him to get flustered or not play. But Malleus immediately leaned in with confidence. Despite his calm expression, his eyes sparkled with mischief. “So I must simply… take a bite?”
- When you nodded, the prince snapped the Pocky in half in one bite. His lips slightly brushed against yours.
- “What a delightful flavor,” he said softly, but didn’t bother to clarify if he was talking about the pocky stick or your lips. “I believe you lost, Child of Man. Human traditions are fascinating. I do hope you invite me to participate in more of your traditions.”
- As he walked away, you blinked rapidly, your face the shade of a tomato. Did he kinda give you a kiss?
- He blinked at your invitation but gave a sly smirk. “A game that involves food? Count me in.”
- Instead of leaning in, Ruggie snatched the Pocky out of your mouth and chomped down on it. “Thanks for the snack, (y/n)! Oh, and I’ll take that.”
- He swiped the entire box from your hand before you could react. Ruggie gave you a playful grin. “Man, Pocky Day’s great! Free treats from cute people like you. Thanks!”
- As he strolled away, munching on the sweet snack, you stood there, dumbfounded. He didn’t give you any hint about whether he liked you back.
- Lucifer stopped writing mid-stroke and looked up at you. His crimson eyes flickered with amusement. “You’re awfully bold today.”
- He leaned back in his chair and watched you like he was fed up with your antics. You thought he would tell you to let him work or maybe roll his eyes; instead, he slowly stood up and walked closer.
- His gloved hand tilted your chin upward before he bit down on the other end of the Pocky. Lucifer bore his gaze into yours as if he were looking into your soul until half of the Pocky stick remained.
- “If you wanted my attention, you could have simply asked.” He pulled back, not bothering to finish the game. He returned to his desk and sat back like nothing had happened.
- “Do clean up the crumbs you dropped on the floor,” he teasingly added, pretending to resume writing. “If I find a single bug in my office, you shall receive a punishment.”
- Mephistopheles had no idea what you intended with the pocky stick in your mouth. He thought you were casually eating while asking him to play a game.
- “If it involves the brothers, noise, or you interrupting my deadline, then no.”
- You ignored his reply and leaned closer, bringing the other end of the chocolate stick to his lips. Mephisto froze, and you could practically see his brain short-circuiting. “W-What do you think you’re doing?!”
- He was embarrassed by how his voice cracked, but he cleared his throat immediately and composed himself.
- “It’s a game,” you innocently explained. “You bite the other end-”
- “Absolutely not!” He stood up from his chair, his face turning crimson. That’s inappropriate! Do you have any idea how ridiculous…how embarrassing that is?!”
- You casually enjoyed your Pocky stick as he went on a full-blown lecture about maintaining professional dignity and how frivolous human traditions were.
- He snatched the Pocky box from your hand. “If you want to share sweets, do it in a normal manner! Not…what…not the way you did earlier!”
- You later caught him sneaking one of the Pocky sticks into his mouth while mumbling under his breath. His ears and cheeks were still red.