Yata Misaki x Reader: Flushed Blush
I cooed as I laid on the couch of the Homra bar, Izumo chuckling as he was cleaning a glass. Yata was glaring down at me with a bright blush and his arms crossed, Anna was napping beside Mikoto who was bluntly watching the scene as the others were doing their own thing.
“I swear I am on the verge of-”
“Of what, Yata? You wouldn’t ever lay your hands on a girl, whether she gave consent or not.”
Chitose teased with a smirk as Yata growled lowly at the womanizer.
“Tch, shut the fuck up.”
I said in a sing-song voice, Mikoto seemed bored and carried Anna upstairs probably to go and take a nap. At this point, Yata’s cheeks were brighter than the sun.
“I hate you…”
He muttered moving away, I laughed and moved closer, tossing myself across his lap. He choked on a gasp and began to cough, Izumo almost dropped his glass from laughing so har