He does as you say, though, and leans in until his bare chest is touching your back. Raihan is already watching as you pet Flygon’s soft underbelly, and the warmth in his eyes has your face flushing under the attention. “Lean forward and show me?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder. As you lean forward, Raihan takes the opportunity to rub your bare back where the quilt has slipped down, and you giggle a little. He chirps at you from the end of the bed, annoyed that you disturbed his post-training nap, before he rolls over onto his back, showing off his belly expectantly and waiting for the apology rub he knows is coming. You shift to sit up to look at his Phone, but move quickly enough that you disturb what turns out to be Raihan’s sleepy Flygon. “I got some cool training shots today, you know.” “Anyway, training! Wake me up next time, and we can go together.” He pulls you in close enough to peck you on top of the head, and you admit defeat and shuffle further into his warmth. “Stop it, you cheesy weirdo,” you scold, but his arms just wrap around you tighter, making you giggle. You shake your head harder with each word he says until you’re almost dizzy, laughing giddily regardless. “Well, how was I supposed to resist? Coming in from such hard training to see you, snuggled up with my pillow in our bed, all alone - what man could?” Raihan pulls away from the Rotom in front of you, meeting your eyes with a wink. “Wake me up next time,” you reply, your voice muffled by his shoulder. This is the first day off from interviews and press releases and autographs and whatever else in a while, but you don’t want to get too lazy - only because you’ll make sleeping until near-noon a habit. You’ve been working hard lately, Champion.” “I was up and at it at 7am,” he says, and you can see his mouth twitch when your brows furrow. He hums in agreement, his eyes moving between you and his Rotom Phone. “I guessed,” you grumble, shifting to peer up into his face. “It’s almost 12 in the afternoon,” he says, laughter in his voice, and you feel his chest shaking in response to your groan. Raihan’s hand moves to your hair, stroking it back from your face. It’s a bit of a fight as the weight on your feet doesn’t budge a bit, so you think it counts as hard work.
“Wha’s th’ time?” you mumble, finally making an attempt to wake up a bit more - not that turning over to snuggle further into Raihan’s firm chest is much of an attempt, but still. He chuckles, and you wriggle your shoulders, not appreciating being laughed at so early in the morning. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Raihan says, his voice tickling your ear, and you grumble back the best approximation of a greeting you can muster. Finally, once you start to really rouse yourself from your sheets and attempt to clear your sticky eyes, you start to feel the weight of the warm, strong arms around you, pressing you into an even warmer chest. Then it’s the heavy weight pressing your feet into the comfortable mattress, and the slow, steady breaths of whatever Pokémon is using you as its own little pillow. You’re drowsy when you first wake up, and it takes a long while for you to pull yourself out of the warm, comfortable haze of sleep.Įverything around you comes into focus slowly first, it’s the hustle and bustle of traffic outside the bedroom window, distant enough that it’s comforting rather than startling. Notes: read on ao3! my first proper reader insert fic!!! kicking it off right with some raihan fluff <3 i hope everyone enjoys… let me know what you think! (psst… requests are open!) You and raihan (and maybe flygon, too) share a domestic, cuddly morning together.
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