Literature
Bed Head. Kise x Reader
The moment your eyes fluttered open, your brain vaguely registers the fact that you couldn't move a muscle. Warm arms are wrapped around stomach from behind, pinning your arms to your side. Long legs tangle with your own, keeping them securely in place. Golden hair tickles your cheek as a face tucked into your shoulder lets out soft snores.
Sleepily, your body tries to test the limits of your comfortable prison by wiggling various parts to create space, causing the person holding you to shift with a groan.
'(y/n)cchi, why are you moving so much?' A disgruntled, sleep-coated voice reaches your ears causing you to pause your shifting.
Kise R