Pocky game series: EnglandXReader
"Ah! Arthur! I've been looking for you!" You say as you approach the English gentleman sitting alone in a cafe.
"Oh, it's good to see you ____. Have a seat, love." He smiles warmly and gestures to an empty chair next to him. You do, and turn to see his emerald green eyes fixed on yours.
"So, what have you been doing here all by yourself?" A small rectangular box on the table catches your eye.
"Nothing really, just picking up a box of pocky. Would you like to try it, love?"
Your eyes twinkle. "Yes! But I've never tried this flavor before. Mixed Berry?"
Arthur nods and opens the box. "This one's my favorite. As a matter of fact, how about we play the pocky game?"
"Ooh! Let's do that!" You say excitedly. You've played the pocky game before, but not with Arthur. The pocky game almost always ended in kissing; It'd be a great time to steal a kiss from the handsome blonde.
"Alright love." Arthur takes out a pink cream-covered pocky stick. It smelled nice, like berries, hence the flavor. He puts one end in his mouth, and you don't hesitate to follow his example.
He chuckles. "I'm guessing this isn't your first time playing the pocky game?"
"It's not, but it's also not going to be my first time losing." You say teasingly.
Arthur smirks. "Is that a challenge?"
"It might be." You say with a wink, biting down on the pocky. The pocky was good; the cream coating tasted like white chocolate, with twists of strawberries and blueberries. You got caught up in the flavor and almost didn't notice when Arthur's lips were less than an inch in front of yours. Instantly you tense up and stop biting any further.
"____? What's wrong?" The British man asks, a seductive tone in his voice.
You choke a bit. "Err..." Heat rushes to your face. Damn, he's so sexy up close! Why am I getting nervous NOW?!
"Then I guess I'll just have to fill in the blanks myself." Arthur lets the unfinished pocky stick fall and leans in to kiss you. Taken by surprise, you freeze for a second but then melt into his advances. You feel him brush his tongue over your lips, taking care of any leftover cream.
Damn this guy's a good kisser. You try to keep up with his rhythm but end up letting him dominate your mouth. Arthur had one arm around your waist and the other softly caressing your hair. You, on the hand, had given in completely; hands curled up on his chest and practically sitting on his lap. He breaks away first.
"Who won the game _____?" Arthur whispers in your ear.
"Mm, I couldn't care less." You say breathlessly.
Suddenly you feel someone tap you on your shoulder.
"Excuse me, can you two refrain from making out in my cafe?!"