How about Yusuke with a gross other people out kiss, aka just a full on make out in public with a grossed out ryuji in the background.

steal-your-heart-imagines:

Yusuke Kitagawa

Yusuke’s hands swim over the curve of your waist, lightly resting on your hips. Entranced, his fingers spin little circles over the fabric of your pants. You sigh against his lips, blissful. Appreciative, your fingers wind through Yusuke’s dark locks, gently massaging his scalp. 

“Ooooookay guys, you can stop now.” Ryuji’s voice cuts through the heat sparking between your lips and Yusuke’s, but you ignore him. You swipe your tongue along the boy’s bottom lip, teasing, and he quickly gets the message. Tenderly the pink muscle chases yours, sliding past your lips. Yusuke moans into your mouth, delicious vibrations toying with your nerves and sending heat straight to your core.

“Uh, guys, seriously, you’re being super gross. The face eating does not need to happen right in front of me.”

Again, Ryuji’s voice is merely background noise. Delicately, Yusuke’s fingers toy with the hem of your clothing, rubbing the slivers of skin that his hands can reach. Your boyfriend’s firm touch sends liquid courage pumping through your veins and your fingers unwind from his soft hair. Slowly, your hands trail down Yusuke’s sides until your fingers coil in his pants belt-loops. Bold, you smirk into the kiss before you tug. Yusuke’s hips snap against yours and he half-moans, half-yelps. Loud. 

“Oh my god!” Ryuji shouts, raking his hands through his hair. “Is it even ‘effin legal to do that shit in public?!” He’s clearly distressed. You get the feeling he’d cover his eyes if he wasn’t shocked stiff.

Yusuke breaks away, swallowing thickly. When he speaks, he’s breathing heavily, almost like he’s struggling for oxygen, and you can’t help but be a little proud of yourself. No one can say you’re bad at kissing.

“I believe we are embarrassing Ryuji,” he comments, concerned.

You merely grin, casting a smug look at the blonde boy fake-vomiting behind your boyfriend.

“Good,” you purr, pulling Yusuke in for more, making sure to moan far too loudly as your lips touch. 

Ryuji nearly collapses.