warnings/content: fem bodied reader, sub!maki, mentions of alcohol/drunkenness, smoking, body worship, knifeplay, bloodplay, blood, pet names, fingering (m receiving), begging, penetrative sex (f receiving), light choking, cumming inside, unprotected sex (donโt do that)
you sit on a familiar curb surrounded by winking neon bar signs stifling a shiver. maki sits beside you, just as drunk but not as cold. his face is slightly turned towards the sky, hair ruffled and fur lined jacket fitting like it was made for exactly him. you watched dizzily as the city lights swirled in kaleidoscopes and as makiโs large hands deftly produced a cigarette from his pocket, then another. you lean into him casually as he lit your cigarette. the sidewalk is littered with cigarettes and a perfectly preserved decal sticker that has become one with the pavement. you watch the movement of makiโs nose as he breathes and the pout on his lips around the cigarette. he exhales and you breathe in the smoke. he exhales again, just his breath this time, suspended for a moment in a frosty plume and you breathe it in as well, somehow more intoxicating than the nicotine.
his eyes are dark, lidded, the way he looks at you hazy and tipsy and reverent and pliant.
โi want you,โ you whisper around your cigarette. maki almost smirks but doesnโt. his pupils are wide. โright now.โ
you stumble through giggling fits and aimless groping into your bedroom where the sheets are still rumpled from waking up beside him this morning. maki continues to feel you up and you teetering guide him towards the edge of the bed. not quite making it, maki sheds his jacket and kneels slowly onto the wood floor. your hands find his hair as he begins to nose at your womb. he nuzzles into you like a pet, eyes closed and panting softly. his warm breath fans across your skin through the sheer top you wear.
your shins hit the bed and you reach down, making him look up at you.
he parts his lips. โhow do you want me?โ
โon the bed. underneath me.โ and suddenly heโs towering over you again. you place a hand on his chest and push him down roughly. now he smirks fully.
you position yourself with a leg caging him on both sides of his hips so that your weight rests on his crotch. you gently guide his wrists over his head. his adamโs apple bobs as he swallows, anticipating. the alcohol buzzing in his veins and the smoke fresh on his lips. a faint flush on his cheeks from the brutal seoul winter. he looks so wrecked already, so ready, so eager. โoh god,โ you breathe.
โwhat?โ
โyou.โ
you stare for another eon before maki shifts his hips beneath you impatiently. he arches up prettily to help you peel off his shirt and pants.
you donโt touch him immediately, instead ridding yourself of your own clothes and doing so slowly knowing makiโs eyes are fixed on you.
you run a hand down his navel and circle his entrance a few times before pumping your fingers inside. you distantly note how the alcohol in your veins is making you a bit uncoordinated, but no matter. you feel maki getting wet around you as you quicken your pace but yank your fingers away somewhat harshly before prodding at his lips and he licks them.
maki moans as you remove your fingers to bite at and rip his bottom lip, breaking the skin. it runs down his chin hot, wet, red.
you run your hands down to trace your fingertips along the shape of his ribs, admiring the way they jut out beneath his skin. you bend down to lick at the skin there, unabashedly leaving bite marks along his ribs, deep indents of teeth that were frustratingly too dull and human to puncture.
somewhat desperately you ran your canines along the skin and bit down near a mole, sending an electric shock through maki.
โhurts,โ he laughed, enjoying it.
the fact that he was a living, breathing, feeling, functioning organism thrilled you. your head was dizzy thinking about his organs contained inside of him, misshapen birds in a brittle, white cage. the feeling of his warm flesh pressing needily against you was enough to electrify you.
you grab his slim waist and dug your fingers in, hard enough to bruise, wanting to bruise. maki moans and bucks his hips, held down by your weight on top of him.
you gently wrap a hand around his throat, weightless, hardly even there, it was more about implications than sensation. you kiss his lips, now caked with the dried blood. "i want to feel your bones, your blood, all of it," you mutter, not quite sure what youโre saying and feeling lightheaded and far away.
he grabs your hands and runs them up his v-line pressing them into his ribcage and rapidly expanding and collapsing lungs, then over his perked up nipples and his pounding heart. "touch me, then," he breathes.
you blink at him. you shake your head. then, calmly, "i want to feel your bones, i want to touch them, i want to taste more of your blood, i want to be inside you." you glance at the letter cutter sitting on your nightstand which had never seen a letter in its life but had met his skin on a few prior occasions. maki follows your gaze.
he looks up at you with those signature puppy eyes, watery and pleading. "then cut me open." softer, "invade me."
this wasnโt the first time you had done something like this with him, but the act remained scarce enough to retain its novelty. โsafeword, baby?โ
โseashell.โ
โgood baby,โ you purr. you nuzzle your face into his neck before licking a stripe up to his ear lobe, nipping softly at the skin.
at the same time, your hands slide down his torso and without decorum you press the blade into his skin.
maki doesnโt moan. he sobs. โoh, thatโโ
the tingling, raw pain goes straight to his dick which is already hot and throbbing against you, barely restrained by his boxers.
the blood seeps out of his body and as you catch a glimpse of muscle your core tightens. maki moans and arches his back again, fisting the sheets and then grabbing your hips absolutely unsure what to do with his hands. โahโdeeper, please I wanna feel itโ
โcolor, baby?โ you run a had through his hair. maki doesnโt respond at first, squeezing his eyes shut and biting at his bloodied lip. you grab his chin roughly and say more firmly, โmaki. color.โ
โgreen,โ he breathes finally, looking at you reverently even as, or maybe because, you harshly squeeze his cheeks. his head falls to the side and you experimentally twist the letter cutter inside of his flesh and the sound he lets out is nothing short of pornographic. you carefully insert it deeper into his skin, relishing the deep scarlet gushing out of him.
for a second you abandon it though to swiftly yank his boxers down and line your entrance up with his cock, too drunk to consider prepping yourself, and maki looks at you with glittering eyes and a rapidly expanding chest as he breathes.
you gather the blood from his side on your fingers and push them into his mouth while he begins to fuck into you helplessly, twitching inside of you and sloppily thrusting with barely any technique. You grind down onto him and he whimpers at the multitude of sensations: the feeling of you gripping him so tight, the feeling of his side being split open and the pain causing white sparks in his vision, your fingers pressing into his tongue as he tastes his own blood.
โtaking it so well, baby boy, i wish you could see yourself,โ you whisper to him. โyour bodyโs so beautiful, your blood is so beautifulโ
โmmph,โ he thrashes his head to the side and swallows dryly around your fingers, hips speeding up as you prodded at the cut on his ribs.
you abandon the letter cutter letting it clatter to the floor and draw makiโs arms over his head, stretching his skin over his ribs and causing the cut to sting even more. you pepper kisses across his neck and jaw, nosing at his collarbone while you clenched around him.
โiโm close babyโฆโm gonnaโโ maki whimpers as he comes, hips jerking violently before stuttering.
you continue to grind on him, feeling his hot release fill you up and continue to burst inside you as you move.
โgood boy, you did so good, took it so well,โ you murmur sweet nothings into his ear as maki pants loudly not unlike a dog as he comes down from his high.
you stroke his hair to ground him, blood spilling onto the sheets. it had begun to snow outside, and you gently examined the incision in his skin against the silver midnight light. โletโs clean you up,โ you start but he pulls you flush against him.
โjustโฆwait for just a little bit longer,โ he whispers, and you settle against him listening to the odd drum of his heartbeat and carefully cupping the skin where you pierced him.
content warnings: boypussy agenda (maki literally has female anatomy), sorta subby maki ig, vaginal fingering, oral (m! recieving but he has a pussy so idk how to tag this), kissing, making out, nothing much aside from that
author's note: bp! teamies have been living rent free ever since @jakehoons-alpha infected my brain with them, and this was born out of pure desperation because there just isn't enough content for it. We've had so many conversations on the topic so fear this is only the tip of the iceberg, but I hope you guys enjoy!
โหโกโก bp! Maki who used to be so insecure about having female anatomy. Hating the way it seemed so out of place with how outwardly hypermascline the rest of his appearance is
โหโกโก Who turned down every single confession he ever received because he was so terrified of how disappointed theyโd be once they realised he โwasnโt really what they wantedโ
โหโกโก Who slowly grew more comfortable in his own skin after meeting K, Harua, and Nicho, all of whom had the same anatomy as him, but were completely unashamed of it. Being around them helped him realise that ultimately, these things donโt matter. The right people will love you for you, regardless of the body you happen to reside in and, according to Harua, the rest can all fuck off.ย
โหโกโก Still, that uneasiness continued to creep in sometimes, especially once he realised that the pretty girl heโd fallen head over feet for might actually be into him too.
โหโกโก Trying to get him to agree to date you was like befriending a wild animal. If you didnโt know any better (and if Nicho hadnโt tipped you off) youโd think he might hate you with the way he seemed to avoid standing too close and refused to really look at you.ย
โหโกโก But then you'd catch him in your periphery, and suddenly it became so clear that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. In the way he seemed to get stuck in your orbit at every group hangout, circling around you like you were the sun. Close but never quite touching, never seeking you out one-on-one, never quite meeting your eyes for fear that it might blind him.ย
โหโกโก It was almost funny when you thought about it. The boy as bright as all the stars, with a smile so warm, scared that your light of all things might burn him.ย
โหโกโก But it was no matter, once you were positive (as Nicho and Harua assured you) that Maki didn't actually despise you, the game was on. And once you started closing the distance heโd so carefully kept, the poor boy didn't stand a chance.ย
โหโกโก Now you're dating, he tries his best to set his insecurities aside. Heโd made it a point to tell you about his anatomy early on, and youโd had to stop yourself from laughing and cooing at how adorable he looked when he got all shy and his ears were burning. Biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to stay serious and assure your boyfriend that you didnโt care if he had a nine inch dick or the prettiest pussy on Earth, youโd love him all the same regardless (and eat either one anyway so-)ย
โหโกโก That had gotten a laugh out of him, at least, and youโd changed the subject almost immediately to something more lighthearted and mundane so he could enjoy the rest of your date peacefully.ย
โหโกโก But now, as youโre both curled up on the couch together with you nestled comfortably in his wide lap, head tipped back so he can trail gentle kisses down your neck, the memory of that conversation flashes through your mind, and suddenly the need to taste him is almost overwhelming.
โหโกโก You start slowly, those early days of courtship telling you that it might be best not to startle him. He's not a virgin, that much you know, but he isn't very experienced either. Only having trusted Fuma, a close mutual friend of yours, to be that physically intimate with him when he was still figuring his sexuality out. This would be your first time together, and his first time with a woman, and the last thing you'd want is for him to regret any part of it.ย
โหโกโก So you start by turning your head and threading your fingers through his hair to pull him into a kiss, relishing the half groan, half whine that escapes him when you give his roots a firm tug.ย
โหโกโก Heโs so distracted by your mouth that he barely registers the hand reaching down and guiding his to splay over your stomach, or the slight shift of your hips before you grind back against him, the pressure on his pulsing core catching him completely off guard.
โหโกโก It isnโt long before he starts to crumble, moaning and sighing into your mouth, begging you to please, please, stop teasing, even if he isnโt entirely sure what youโll do once you accept that request.
โหโกโก And of course you do, because how could you say no to your baby when heโs begging so nicely? Being so perfect without you even having to ask?ย
โหโกโก So of course you turn around, kissing him some more while you work to undo the tie on his pants, dipping your fingers under his waistband to feel the soft give of him under your fingertips.
โหโกโก Youโve always loved Makiโs waist, taking a moment to hover there once youโve slid down onto your knees is natural. Leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and gentle little bites over his skin as you finish stripping his lower half, giggling at the way he fumbles to help you shove his pants off, only to pause and flush an even deeper shade of pink when he sees the way your eyes sparkle at the sight of his exposed core.
โหโกโก Heโs beautiful, and you tell him so. Already dripping so much it clings to the thin cotton of his panties as you pull them away from his puffy lips.ย
โหโกโก Itโs almost too much for him, those few seconds of silence where you have your hands braced against his inner thighs, holding him open as you admire the way he clenches around nothing. He almost gives in to the impulse to hide. But then you lick your lips and lean in, pressing your tongue flat and licking a stripe up to his throbbing clit before sucking it into your perfect mouth, and suddenly every thought heโd had racing through his head falls completely mute. Head tipped back as a jolt of electricity shoots up his spine.ย
โหโกโก You alternate between fucking into him with your tongue and sucking gently on his clit, discovering that you get the strongest reaction out of him when you do so in short, rhythmic bursts. It almot makes you smile, how vocal he is, how he makes an effort to reach down and brush your hair away from your face despite being completely overwhelmed by the pleasure youโre providing, the way he's apologising a few seconds later when a slightly harsher flick of your tongue has him accidentally tightening his grip on your makeshift ponytail.
โหโกโก He nearly whines when you pull away at that, till he feels you ease two fingers between his velvet walls, kissing his thigh and assuring him you donโt mind. Grinning like the cheshire cat at the way he loses whatever he was going to say, hand clamping down on your hair at the same time his walls press down on your fingers.
โหโกโก Maki's already more overwhelmed than heโs ever been in his life. Clutching onto you, the couch cushions, anything to ground him once you find exactly what you're looking for, steadily massaging that gummy spot till his vision starts blurring white with stars.ย
โหโกโก When Maki cums on your fingers, you make sure to prolong his orgasm as much as possible, gently massaging his walls and cleaning him up with your tongueโcareful to avoid his clit.
โหโกโก Heโs panting and whining at the loss of fullness when you pull away, but you shush him with a kiss and coax him towards the bathroom to pee and get cleaned up properly.ย ย
โหโกโก The shower is warm and pleasant as it lands on your skin, and Makiโs hands are gentle as he insists on clinging to you from behind so he can diligently lather up his hands and clean you properly. Partially because he doesnโt want you to see his face when he asksโฆ
โหโกโก โYou didnโtโฆ you didnโt finishโฆโย
โหโกโก You smile, touched by his concern. โI didnโt have to, love, today was about you, and I enjoyed myself so much.โ
โหโกโก โYeah?โ he asks, gently squeezing your hips.
โหโกโก โDefinitely,โ you say, turning to give him a gentle peck on the lips as you reach for the shampoo.
โหโกโก He hums when you signal for him to move slightly out of the spray so you can wash his hair, bending down slightly so you can reach, hands never leaving your waist.ย
โหโกโก โDid you enjoy it?โ you ask, quite sure of the answer, but needing to hear him say it nonetheless.
โหโกโก โGee no, I was just moaning and crying and cumming all over your face for show because I heard thatโs what all girlfriends do anyway so-โ
โหโกโก โMaki!โ you scold, slapping a soapy hand against his chest.
โหโกโก โIโm kidding, Iโm kidding,โ he laughs, pulling you against him for a hug and planting an obscenely loud kiss on the top of your head. โI enjoyed myselfโฆ so muchโฆโย
โหโกโก โGood-โ
โหโกโก โSoooo much that Iโm gonna have to ask you to teach me how to return the favorโฆโย
damn i wish u guys could read this fic i haven't written and this fic i haven't finished writing and this fic i'm putting off outlining and this fic i outlined but haven't started and this fic i'll never write and this other fic i haven't written and this fic that exists only in vague impressions in my head that fall apart every time i try to commit them to the page and th
โหโก summary: the morning after your first night with nicholas, things seem to have shifted between the two of you
โหโก warnings/content: unhappy ending, smut, fem bodied reader, mullet!nicho, slightly subby nicholas but also dom nicholas, nichoโs scar worship, nipple play (f. and m. receiving), guided masturbation, oral (m. receiving), scratches, hickies, bruises, fingering, praise, degradation, implied alcohol consumption (all very brief and mentioned as flashbacks though)
โหโก a/n: when i tell you i have been counting down the days until i could release this ficโฆ
this is literally all vibes
you fluttered your eyes open, seeing nothing but an expanse of white: white sheets, white snow outside beneath a white sky.
you blinked slowly and curled your fingers around a corner of the sheet covering your bare body. the sheets were cold but you were delightfully warm lying next to nicholas, whose face was buried in the pillows, one arm curled at his side and one hanging off the edge of the bed.
lying next to nicholas.
suddenly it all hit you, everything that had happened last night.
you had slept with your closest friend. you had always been attracted to nicholas, and despite the two of you growing closer during your time in university he had remained an enigma all these years. last night something, you were still unsure what, had caused him to finally lower his guard and push you down onto the wood floor, his hands and lips everywhere and your clothes forgotten in the corner. a massive snowstorm had hit last night, snowing the two of you in with nothing to do but each other: on the floor, the kitchen counter under the guise of you making hot chocolate, his bed.
it was all coming back to you in flashes.
nicholas moaning so sweetly and softly while you kissed him after making him cum on your fingers.
*
nicholas pinning your hands above your head while he took you on the hardwood floor.
*
scratching up his back while he pounded into you.
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messing up his perfectly styled wolfish mullet while you rode him.
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nicholas throwing his head back, his head writhing side to side desperately while you sucked him off.
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tracing his scar and calling him beautiful and watching him unravel before your eyes and listening to his sweet sounds that started as needy whimpers and soon crescendoed into full-on screams when you fingered his puffy pink hole, half doting and half cruel. โi know you can take it nicho, youโre so tight from just two fingers? are you tight from being too busy to play with yourself, hm?โ
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pretty eyes, pretty lips, pretty neck, pretty cock hard against his stomach with a tear slipping down his cheek while you praised him
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while he kneaded your breasts as you were on top of him, then kneaded his own chest and got himself off while you watched.
โjust like that nicho, keep going. good, baby, good now thumb your slit a littleโthere we go.โ
โitโs not enough," he whined. he threw his head back. "give me more, ugh, please.." it had been the sweetest orgasm of his life when you had finally told him to let go, his sounds bordering on angelic as he painted his chest in his own release.
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you moaning โwanted this for so long, dreamed about it, touched myself thinking about you nichoโ while he was deep inside you, rubbing circles into your abdomen, saying nothing but so so focused.
it was like you were making up for all that lost time. doing everything imaginable to each other.
you felt almost giddy remembering it all, though it felt unreal, a fever-induced series of hallucinations, flashbacks belonging to someone elseโs memory. how badly had you blacked out?
you stared at the messy head of hair on the other side of the bed before leaning on your elbow and tracing nicholas' back with the tip of your finger, secretly admiring the slightly swollen scratches your nails had left. you could almost see his face, a bit of his eyelashes and his cheek pressed against the pillow.
nicholas stirred.
a faint halo had formed around his head from his messy hair. he inched towards you and looked at you with droopy eyelids.
you physically felt your heart melt and spread out into your entire being in a tingling sensation. kind of cautiously, you dared to think, finally he's mine, right?
"hey," you said. "it's morning"
nicholas said nothing, instead eyeing you before rolling over and exposing his bare chest, not unlike a wolf pup showing its stomach in submission. his eyes were dark. his neck and chest were littered with red and purple love bites, his nipples hardened from the cold.
you leaned down and kissed him, then kissed him again, his hands running down your back and your hands finding their way into his silky hair.
you sat up, letting the sheet fall off your body. hovering over him, you took his hand in yours and kissed his knuckles one by one, then bent towards him slightly to kiss the scar gracing his forearm. he whimpered. you ran your tongue along it, feeling him shiver at the feeling. you nuzzled into the skin and then the crook of his elbow, gazing at the way the reddened spot took on a silvery sheen in the winter light.
nicholas said nothing, eyes barely open, as you ran your tongue, lips and teeth over his skin. โi missed you,โ you whispered, though it had only been around 2 hours since you two had finally gotten exhausted and passed out. "i missed you," you said again. the scent of his cologne still clung to his skin and you eagerly stuck out the tip of your tongue to lap it up.
nicholas curled into a ball, using his arms as a cage, groaning like he was irritated he had to be awake and aware. you kissed the crown of his head, an icy ache in your chest accompanying the warmth and giddiness lingering from last night. "let's go make breakfast."
the sweet smell of cinnamon filled the cold room. you wrapped one arm around yourself, body now clothed in one of nicholas' t-shirts, while your other hand flipped a thick, gooey slice of french toast. the coffee machine dripped steadily, reliably.
a shiver ran across your skin. you really should fix the heating, though it had been a convenient excuse to get close to nicholas last night.
nicholas leaned against the island (which was still littered with shot glasses and a bottle of vodka from last night). he watched your every movement, arms folded and hair still messy. he hadn't said a word since you both had sleepily stumbled into the kitchen.
nicholas gazed at your movements as you cooked, the scene so domestic and sweet and cozy and normal. something he had tried to have once, but had ended in a way that now an atmosphere like this terrified him. the last time he had opened up to someone they had all but torn open his throat and seized his heart, thinking about them still filled him with unshakable dread. he was filled with hatred of himself for what he did to you and allowed you to do to him. the room suddenly seemed hot and he had to swallow in an attempt to not be sick.
you could feel his eyes on you. suddenly he cleared his throat. "this was a bad idea"
"nicholas wait--"
he grabbed his coat and went out the door in his sweat pants. you followed him, bracing yourself against the cold morning, snow crunchy beneath your feet and breath a cloud. it was so cold but you almost couldnโt feel it, completely distracted by the quickly vanishing form of nicholas.
you ran up behind him and grabbed a fistful of his coat. he spun towards you and looked down with narrowed eyes. โwe never should have done this. it was a mistake. iโm sorry. let me go.โ he tried to wriggle out of your grasp but you pull him closer, hating yourself a little for how tears brim in your eyes.
reality hit colder than the air. you felt like an idiot, like a naive child for just an hour ago imagining how dizzyingly beautiful your life was about to become.
it was a one night stand. a hookup. it didnโt mean anything to him.
the tenderness you treated him with belonged to lovers, the devoted, the affectionate. not a lust- and vodka-fueled round-after-round cycle of taking and giving and drawing blood and getting pushed up against the wood-panel wall so hard you thought youโd get a splinter somewhere. nicholas had just been horny. and you had been there. thatโs all it was. thatโs all it was ever going to be.
you looked up at him as you unfurled your fingers from his jacket, the rising sun making tiny rainbows in your eyelashes. it was almost like you were looking at him but couldnโt quite see him, as if his face was partially obscured. something in him, about him, that had been there last night had disappeared and if it was possible you felt more distant from him than ever despite being so vulnerable and connected and melting into each other last night.
โlet go of me.โ he jerks his arm away. โjust forget any of this ever happened,โ he murmurs. he runs a hand through his longish hair and without another word turns away from you and heads off.
you watch him go for a second, shaken to your core, so thrown by his words delivered without any explanation. you suddenly felt cold and turned around to head back into the house.
you turn and look at him. then he turns and looks at you.
โหโก warnings/content: slight dom/sub dynamics, wearing dresses, mentions of getting eaten out, mentions of fisting, inappropriate use of high heel shoes, pet names/name-calling (wife, sex doll)
โหโก a/n: she lives!!!! it's been a while so bear with my word vomiting
househusband!kei whose warm presence you've come to rely on at the end of the long workday
househusband!kei whose smile and soft kiss greets you at the door when you're absolutely exhausted and feel like your brain's been fried
househusband!kei who delights in cleaning house, baking you cookies, running errands, or fixing a button on your shirt in his free time, awaiting your return so he can dote on you all evening and vice versa
househusband!kei who loves the domesticity of it all, loves taking care of you in this way and being taken care of in..other ways..in return
househusband!kei who makes your coffee in the morning, always packs your lunches, and has a spectacular dinner on the table in the evening, cute apron tied tightly around his tiny waist
househusband!kei who takes you up on your suggestion for him to start wearing pretty skirts and dresses to match his aprons
househusband!kei who after eating said dinner lets you eat him out on the table, taking out your frustrations with work and people and life all on him
househusband!kei who doesn't dare admit how turned on he gets when you don't even change out of your office clothing before fucking him, pressing your high heels into his bulge, digging into his erection or pushing up the sleeves of your dress shirt before fisting him, ignoring his cries
househusband!kei who moans and gets even harder when you call him your little wife, your stress relief, your sex doll
househusband!kei who lives for the second you're off work and need to play with him, always prepped, shaved, soft skin, perfect hair, a touch of makeup just for you to ruin
househusband!kei who loves to tease you when you work from home, sitting atop your desk playing with a pen or in your lap with his hands in your hair while you type away at something much less interesting than him
househusband!kei who was thrilled when you proposed to him, and proudly wears the subtle diamond ring you gave him
househusband!kei who wants so badly to start a family with you and make your home even cozier than before
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