it's been, what, four years? since you've seen hitoshi— shinsou— whatever. he looks good, more grown than you can remember. time for an impromptu reunion!
MINORS DNI & warnings: alcohol and drug use (weed), oral sex (f. receiving) & slightttt overstim if you squint :p
a/n : this came to me like a fucking vision im telling you. like how extremely dehydrated people see mirages of an oasis. i get horny and see shinsou hitoshi. also name of this is from this song by chrysalis. cause i was listening when i started writing it. zero connection just a banger lmao. anyway blacked out and this is here! do enjoy mwah
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the noise is starting to give you a headache, that and the lights that are definitely too bright and flashy for just a random frat party. kaminari's already run off to mingle, leaving you alone in a house full of people you don't know despite being the one to drag you here— an attempt to "have some more fun", and "cheer up such a gloomy roomie".
you're not gloomy, just busy, coursework is tiring and frankly kicking your ass, but from where you're sitting on an unpopulated part of the kitchen bench nursing a warm cup of beer— you might look a little gloomy to any passerby.
you huff at your phone, failing another level of one of those puzzle games you mainly installed to give kami something to do when you're trying to tell him something (ipad baby, seriously. it's bad), before turning the whole thing off and shoving it into your back pocket. when you look up from your lap, you immediately have to do a double take, 'cause there's no way thats—
"holy shit, toshi?— err, shinsou?" his posture straightens up almost immediately, ears— pierced to oblivion— colouring with red as he looks over at the direction of your voice. he stares at you, like he's not entirely sure you're real, before walking away from whoever he was talking to in favour of you.
"fuck, yeah hi." hitoshi says your name like it belongs to him, like he's weighing it out on his tongue.
"how've you, uh- you been? s'been ages, y'look good." good is maybe an understatement, he looks insane. hair still dyed purple, dark roots like he needs a retouch, but it's longer and all dragged up out of his face by a thin metal-toothed headband— showing off the double eyebrow piercings he's sporting.
your eyes drag over him, and his do the same to you. the both of you taking it all in after such a long time apart.
he looks nervous as he huffs out a small laugh, hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck— the same anxious tic still there. "yeah, yeah you too. four years? something crazy like that?"
you nod, humming as you still stare at him before lazily gesturing to his face— to the ears, the eyebrows, the nostrils, the fucking lip ring—
"i like the, uh- metal situation going on, shinsou" he winces like he's been fucking shot, sucking in a breath through his teeth before speaking again.
"hitoshi— toshi is fine. s'not like we're strangers or anything, s'still just me 'nd you." he takes a sip from his cup— water, you assume. he never liked drinking— before gesturing to the space above your elbow. "i like your tattoo."
you gesture back at all of him.
"i like yours, how'd they go over with your dad?" you match his actions, taking a sip from your cup and hiding a grimace from the taste as you stare at him— both of his arms inked to hell, some kind of suminagashi that you assume crawls up over his left shoulder 'cause you can see it peek up out of the collar of his shirt. you wonder if he has more that you can't see now.
"eh, old man stopped giving a shit after the third one." he shrugs it off casually, but you're cataloguing it— squirreling it away in the section of your mind labelled hitoshi.
you nod at that, leaning closer. "how's he doing?"
"my dad?" when you nod again, genuinely asking and genuinely seeking answers, he keeps going. "uh, yeah he's good— still teaching, which is nuts. eri's trying to get him to retire 'nd just rest for a bit, but uh- dad doesn't do that"
you blink at that, brows furrowed as you think about the little girl he's talking about— the little girl who can't be that little anymore.
"oh shit, eri— she's, what? thirteen? fourteen?"
he grins. "close, fifteen."
you grin back, even as a scandalised "no!" escapes your mouth. hitoshi matches you, like he always did. does.
"yes! her birthday was last month."
you clear your throat, eyes widening as you really think about it— about how long it's really been. "that's insane, wow— makes me feel old."
"you are old, s'the big twenty-four this year, isn't it?" your face flares with heat, blood warming the surface of your cheeks at the idea of being so well known. known entirely.
"yeah, it is. how's school? wait— how come you're here? isn't your uni in kobe?" he shrugs, a non-committal sound escaping his mouth as he flicks his tongue over his lip ring.
"months break, staying with dad 'nd eri," you nod again as he talks, finding yourself doing that way more than you usually would— actually engaging in conversation rather than just pretending. "kami heard monoma 'nd i were gonna be in musutafu, found a way to drag us in." you gasp, scandalised again by the words he says. he grins.
"what?! he knew you were here? asshole didn't tell me shit, i would've wanted to know," the latter half of your sentence is quieter, gentle annoyance at kami for not saying anything about something so big simmering below the surface. you push it down and tilt your head onto your shoulder, a lazy smile decorating your face. "missed you, y'know? four years is a long time."
"yeah, s'a long time. i missed you too, obviously." hitoshi says it like it is obvious, like you felt that same grief for the friendship that was there (you did, you do), and then he lifts his chin higher. "how much have you had to drink?"
you look at him sceptically, but you're sure it's not effective paired with the grin splitting your face.
"why, you metering me?" he scoffs out a laugh. god, how you've missed that fucking sound. "barely half a beer, don't know anyone here really 'nd i'm gonna need to drag kami out of here by the feet later probably." you scrunch your nose at the idea. that really is how these things tend to go when kaminari can finally manage to drag you out of the apartment.
"huh." you blink at him, setting your cup down on the bench beside your thigh. you don't seem to catch the way his eyes follow it.
"what?"
"do you wanna share a blunt? old times sake or whatever? i have a few pre-rolls on me, so..." he sounds nervous again, like he's propositioning you. you tilt your chin forward, closing in more on his space.
"what, you wouldn't mind sharing? mister 'hordes his weed like a dragon'?" he laughs, properly and fully, and you feel your stomach swoop so hard you're sure you'd have to be on a rollercoaster.
"don't mind if it's you."
"sweet talker," you hum, sliding off the kitchen bench now and standing up to your full height in front of him. when did he get so tall? "okay, c'mon— can probably find a spare room or something, it'll be quieter than out here and no one's gonna try to poach a drag."
hitoshi nods, a few times in quick succession— another anxious tic that still remains.
"clever." you try not to outwardly preen at the praise as you begin to wander through the swathes of drunk college kids in search of quiet.
"s'been ages, seriously— y'should have told me you were coming down this way." you murmur, the words slow and heavy in your mouth. and it feels so normal, to have skipped past all the obnoxious small talk and just lie in some random bed in the frat house— feels like no time as passed at all as you both stare up at the ceiling.
"kami said you're strapped with coursework, didn't wanna fuck with your flow or whatever," you huff at that, tilting your head to meet his eyes as he talks— slow blinks matching his own. "should've said i was coming, didn't know how."
your brows furrow slightly, pitching up a little on your elbow so you're looking down at him— headband forgotten and hair splayed against the bed.
"what do you mean?"
"s'been ages, like you said," he sighs. "wasn't sure if we were still friends."
"always friends, fucking dumbass— carry you 'round in my phone case, y'know? that photobooth one with you, 'nd me, 'nd eri." he blinks up at you, a lazy smile plastered to his face.
"fuck off— show me," you nod, already pulling your phone out of your back pocket and popping off the phone case to offer him the photo strip. "huh, look at that."
"s'cute, huh? she looks so little," you hum, tilting your head down until you're leaning the side of your face against his forehead as he looks at the photos. "and you look so sleepy."
"i still look sleepy." he deadpans, moving slow to look up at you more— handing off the photo strip for you to tuck safely back in your phone case.
"mm i guess, yeah." you lift your head away from his a little, still looking down at him as a hand comes up to gently tap at his eyebrow piercing with your thumb. "this is nice, when'd you get it done?"
he swallows thick, like it's a difficult task, before responding. "soon as i moved."
you nod lazily, a small smile on your face as your thumb slides down to tap at his nose rings.
"'nd these?"
"'round the same time."
"and this one?" your words aren't much louder than a whisper as you drag the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip— over the black ring healed and settled right in the middle of the plush flesh. he hums, staring at you with half-lidded eyes as he watches your movements, and he swallows as he feels a little pressure from your thumb on his mouth— adams apple bobbing just slightly as he takes you in.
"'bout a year ago, s'fully healed 'nd everything."
you're not entirely sure who kissed who first, whether it was hitoshi who dragged you down into it and held you there, or if it was you and he just followed so obediently— but it doesn't matter with how you're both already panting and licking into each other's mouths, teeth catching on metal and spit slicking both of your lips.
"oh, s'— 'nother one-" you mumble the words clumsily against his mouth, pointing out the metal ball in his mouth that drags against your tongue as he deepens the kiss.
"mhm, tongue piercing," your stomach swoops as he grins into his kiss, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. "shut up, jus' lemme kiss you."
"got it, got it—"
it goes on like that for a while, the slow push and pull of lips and tongues and hands, until he's breaking away from your mouth to duck his head below your chin and mouth at your neck— all the while panting quietly as his tongue drags along the column of your throat. not leaving marks, not if he doesn't know you like them.
"lemme go down on you? or, uh- can i? go down on you?" he huffs softly against your collarbone, pressing a softer kiss there before pitching up to kiss along your jaw and close to your ear. "please?"
you laugh at his insistence, hands coming up to brush through his hair. "think you're the first person who's ever added a 'please' about wanting to eat me out."
"that's fucked, don't tell me that—" he groans the words out, like it's a fucking travesty to hear you say that (it is). "god, you're so pretty you know that? so fucking pretty."
"you're pretty."
"not like you are, here— lay down, whatever's comfy for you i can work with." you hum at that, laying back but still pitched up on your elbows. he grins again, high and lazy, before ducking down to kiss you again.
his lips eventually leave yours again and trail down your jaw to your neck, gentle kisses and laves of tongue brushing along heated skin as he moves along your collarbone. he pushes your shirt up, just enough to expose your bra— one of his hands running along the exposed skin of your side, tracing over curves and dips of your body, his touch soft but so possessive as his other hand comes up to yank his shirt over his head in one fluid motion and toss it somewhere on the other end of the bed.
so the tattoo does crawl up his neck. huh.
"lift your hips a little, help me out here." his words snap you out of the little daze you had going on, hips pitching up to make it easier for him to drag your pants down. you're suddenly really glad you wore pretty, but still sturdy, underwear— surely soaked by now.
"oh these are cute, glad 'm seeing 'em and not someone else."
"shut up."
"'m serious, they're cute. you're cute." he punctuates his words with a few kisses, a few gentle nips, to the inside of your thighs— looking up at you with half-lidded eyes that have you clenching around nothing. "can i take them off?"
you nod at him and his smile only brightens, hands coming down to tug your underwear down and off your legs— tossing them gently on top of his discarded shirt.
"fuck, look at you." he murmurs the words with such reverence you almost feel shy, and the cold almost sting of his rings as his palms glide up and down your thighs doesn't exactly help. "so fucking pretty, seriously."
he drops his head down now, settled on his knees between your legs, and kisses down your stomach— a slow, wet trail that has you squirming around just a little, and when he fucking smiles against your hip bone, you can't help but let out a sighed moan.
"i got it, i got it— this is cool?" he looks at you as he settles now on his stomach— hands wrapped around your thighs as he ducks low enough to breathe hot air across your cunt as he talks.
one of your hands comes up to thread into his hair, leaving you half-up on one elbow as you watch him.
"yeah, s'cool. 'm good." he nods, a few times in quick succession, before pressing a kiss to your clit— and as if he used the small jolt as your bodies permission, sinks down to drag his flattened tongue over you.
your hips tick up into his mouth as your head drops back with a whine, and a groan from him vibrates against you— sending waves of pleasure over your entire body.
"fuck, baby— y'taste so fucking good, better than i every fucking imagined." you don't register hitoshi's words, not really, kind of busy trying not to lose it and cum already and embarrass yourself— but with the way he's pressed up against you, pierced tongue dipping into your leaking entrance as he laps you up, and the way he's talking to you— it's more than a little hard.
the sounds coming from you, from him, are absurd. you can't remember any time when someone's made you feel like this, and you tug at his hair a little harder when the metal ball of his tongue bar knocks into your clit. the sound he makes at that is debauched, his hips grinding down into the mattress seeking friction and pressure— cock at attention and surely leaking into his boxers.
"so fucking sweet, huh?" he talks into your cunt, like there's conversation to be had there, and he all but whines out against you when you pull his hair again. so that's a thing he likes, you catalogue it. squirrel it away for later.
"wait, fuck— 'm gonna cum—" you're panting, writhing around a little as if you can't decide if you wanna drag his face closer to you or push him away. how much time has passed? it feels like forever and five minutes all at the same time.
"s'the point, baby, you got it." he mumbles against you, coming up for air for a second to kiss at your inner most thigh. "i gotcha." rolls off his tongue before his lips return to where you want him most, slurping and sucking at you, and if you weren't so out of it the noises would embarrass you.
"no, 's too soon— fuck, fuckfuckfuck, toshi-"
"lemme have it, s'okay." he focuses his mouth more on your clit now, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and running his tongue back and forth— breathing into you, spit bubbling up and over his chin and down into the little wet patch under your ass. part you, and part him.
when you do cum, all breathy and shaky and fucking beautiful, he doesn't give you much of a reprieve— lifting his head just a little to suck in a few quick breaths before dropping his face back down. like he can't get enough of you (he can't).
"one more— c'mon baby, jus' one more, for me?" your head snaps up, cunt sensitive and pulsing as his mouth seals back over it, but you make no move to shove him away yet.
"you're fucking crazy— holy fuck, toshi-" he ruts into the bed more, moaning into your pussy as his hips stutter— sensitive and such a goner after hearing you like this. having you like this.
"there it is, you got it." he's grinning as he talks into your cunt, not moving his mouth away while he babbles praise even as your second orgasm within a minute ebbs and flows in fucking waves— pulses of electricity that fry your brain and make your vision swim. his tongue dips again, dragging up until the metal ball catches on your clit in a way that makes your hips jolt— only then is your hand finally tugging at his hair to pull him away.
"okay- okay! enough, s'too much—" you whine, breathless and boneless all the same. "jesus christ."
he huffs, pressing a soft, final kiss to your clit before sitting up a little and resting his head against your thigh— nuzzling his cheek into the meat of you.
"good?"
"good he asks? you're crazy."
"yeah, 'bout you." you laugh, soft and out of breath, as your chest rises and falls. he sits up more, rising to his knees again better your legs— hands brushing up and down your thighs all the while he scans the room for a box of tissues or something. "here, lemme clean you up a little—"
"what about you? 'm not useless, lemme suck your dick." he stares down at you, his face and ears and neck addled with heat as he brings a hand up to brush through his sweaty hair.
"uh- no, we're good." the pout you offer back almost kills him. almost has him making another mess in his boxers.
"you don't want me to?"
"not that, god i want you to— s'already taken care of itself s'what i mean."
"what, you came in your pants giving head?" he nods like he's proud, because he is proud— making you feel good absolutely made him feel good, sue the guy. "what fucking lab did you crawl out of, why're you so..." you lazily gesture to all of him, a smile on your face as you other hands comes up to rub your face.
"taking that as a compliment." he hums softly, dipping down to kiss you. you taste yourself on his tongue, and hope you'll be allowed to get used to it. "here, you too sensitive to let me help?"
"no, s'okay. i'll say if it's not, or kick you in the head maybe." you let him gently clean you up with a few tissues from the box beside whoever's bed this is, and as he massages his fingers into the meat of your thighs— like a fucking saint— you reach for your phone. "shit, s'almost twelve already."
"what, curfew?" the smug little smile on his face has you rolling your eyes affectionately, sitting up and tugging your shirt back down your chest.
"no, just have an exam in the morning and i need to get kami home." you reach behind yourself and grab for his shirt, offering it to him as you will your legs to work to be able to put your underwear back on. he pouts at you this time. "don't look at me like that, one of the guys'll drive us."
"not an asshole i hope?" you shake your head slightly at his protectiveness— something that's stayed, been stagnant and surfaced even now after all this time. you smile at him, leaning up to kiss him.
hhhahdjd when the first time you have sex with your fave is you riding him 😩 bouncing on his cock with his hands squeezing your hips and that first time of feeling you wrapped around him, just looking up at you like you’re an angel
Mermay might be over but to honor my last year's Mermay Challenge, I commissioned @cacodaemonia for an art of mer-Fox!
Fox's looks are based on how he appears in my fic black oceans beneath come and swallow me but with the addition of scars I tend to give him in my other fics (one crossing over his nose and another on the left corner of his mouth).
Once again, Caco offered excellent service! Money well spent. 💚
Having him slide into bed behind you while you're already halfway off to dreamland, his breath warm against your naked shoulder where he leaves soft kisses, murmuring about how he has missed you and that he's sorry for coming home so late
[moot on tt requested wrio without a shirt and scars (ill draw anything if it doesnt include those damn genshin clothes). So i made a quick wrio🙂↕️ he got punched and punched back ouh. Also, id call this practice since i didnt have a ref whatsoever and tried to remember anatomy from my mind, so hopefully its not too wonky]
