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♡ Double Take! ₊⊹ ft. m. fushiguro and a. hayakawa

❀˖° chainsaw man / jjk crossover au. aged up characters. roommate!aki / megumi x fem!reader. 5.6k words. porn with a splash of plot. aki fucks kinda… mean <3 ngl this fic had me giggling ‘n kicking my feet the whole time i was writing it ♡ living with a roommate he’d met online wasn’t megumi's first choice after graduation but so far, he couldn't really complain. being around aki was like looking into a mirror sometimes with how similar they both were. the apartment was always clean. dishes done. laundry folded. rent always paid on time. everything was separate. everything was orderly. everything was running just fine until, you moved in next door.. ❀˖°

Megumi had always been adaptable, even if it was a skill that he didn't particularly like to use— blending in with his surroundings was something that he'd grown use to both in and out of the sorcerer world. After living in the dorms for four long years, the idea of having a roommate again didn't necessarily scare him, but god, was he selective when scoping out his options.

Rooming with Yuuji as a teenager meant piles of clothes scattered everywhere on his side of the room. Bikini model and Megan Thee Stallion posters taped haphazardly to the wall. Yuuji laughing way too fucking loud at 2 in the morning while talking to his friends on discord. It was doable when Jujutsu High didn't offer hardly any other options— but at 22, Megumi wanted something more sustainable. A place where Yuuji was still always welcome, but also a place where Yuuji wasn't... there all the time.

It took a few months of searching online and a handful of awkward meet-ups before Megumi finally met Aki Hayakawa. His apartment was almost exactly what Megumi had been looking for: Two bedroom. Small balcony. Quiet. Close to the city. Clean. And arguably the most important part— a roommate close to his age whose nonchalance rivaled his own.

The two of them didn't ask questions. Didn't fuss over their personal lives or occupations. Megumi knew that he was a Shikigami user to some extent too based off of the energy he possessed but he didn't ever pry much further than that and neither did Aki. They both valued their solitude too much to ruin their peaceful cohabitation with unnecessary details.

They weren't total strangers though— over the last couple of months that they'd lived together, there had been a few times that they'd gone out for a drink after work. Both of their schedules were messy and ever-changing, but on those rare nights that it did work out for them to venture into downtown, they never really seemed to mind each other's company. Aki didn't ask about the missions Megumi would go on. Megumi wouldn't flinch at the blood stains on Aki's white dress shirt. They'd sit at the bar— both looking completely disheveled and talk about anything else besides the obvious.

Perhaps the only annoying part about their dynamic so far was how often they were mistaken for brothers. Sometimes even twins— girls fawning over how 'identical' they looked to which neither of them seemed to understand. They'd wordlessly flash the same 'let's get out of here' look to one another— stomping out their cigarettes in perfect unison before heading back home, completely oblivious to their own synchronicities.

Tonight was another one of those nights— where the bar felt too congested and the comments about their 'matching' hair was getting too nauseating to sit through. They rounded the corner back to their apartment, their black boots echoing off of the concrete steps as they headed upstairs when they both came to a stop at the middle of the hallway.

You were standing outside of your apartment, cellphone wedged between your shoulder and cheek and your eyes filled with fire.

"What do you mean maintenance can't get here until Monday? What part of 'one of the pipes in my kitchen just burst' isn't considered an emergency? Yes— yes, there's visible water seeping out of the wall."

Aki's head tilted, his gaze drifting between you and the inside of your apartment.

He'd bumped into you a handful of times in passing— mornings mostly, where he was just getting home and you were starting your day. You'd always been sweet no matter how brief your conversations were, even gifting him flowers once from the boutique you worked at "just for being a good neighbor". Seeing you this upset was a sharp contrast from the usual smiling version of you that he was used to seeing in the stairwell.

"You alright?" Megumi asked, watching you run a frustrated hand through your hair as you stared down at your phone in disbelief— still processing the fact that your bastard of a landlord had actually hung up on you instead of sending out a tech to help.

"Yeah," you lied, struggling to swallow down the lump in your throat. "I'm fine, I just—" You were suddenly very aware of your white tank-top and heart patterned pajama bottoms as you glanced up to see not just one of the beautiful men that lived across from you, but both of them.

"I'll be okay." You managed, crossing your arms over your chest as a breeze swept through the hallway, quickly reminding you that you were bra-less on top of everything else. "I’ll just wait the weekend, I’m sure they’ll be here Monday and—"

But just as you were about excuse yourself and head back inside to avoid any further embarrassment, an unignorable —POP— sounded off through the thin walls of your living room. The light from your ceiling fan suddenly flickering like something out of a cheap horror movie as you drew in another shaky breath.

You tried your best to keep your composure, wiping away the tears that you couldn't hold back anymore with your thumb as Aki took a step forward, quietly surveying the inside of your apartment.

As if this night couldn't get any worse.

"Why don't you go ahead and pack an overnight bag," he looked over at Megumi who gave him a silent nod in agreement. "There's no sense in you trying to stay here for two days. Water damage and electrical issues— you shouldn't risk it."

"I can't—" you shook your head, still trying to steady your breathing as you realized how late it was and how impossible it would be to find a vacant hotel room on such short notice. "I don't have anywhere else to go and I can't afford to...."

"You do for now." Aki determined. "Doesn't have to be for the whole weekend if you sort something else out, but it's safer than trying to stay in there tonight."

Your heart stalled in your chest as you glanced between the two of them. "Are you... sure?"

"I don't make offers I'm not sure about." His tone was light despite the weight of his words. "We'll leave the door unlocked," he said over his shoulder as the two of them started to head back. "Room 406. Come over when you're ready, we'll have a spot made up for you."

── .✦

The inside of their apartment was surprisingly well-kept and cozy for two men in their early twenties living together— the faint smell of citrus and teakwood greeting you as you stepped inside.

Megumi was busy setting up a makeshift bed on the couch that you assumed would be for you until he looked up and nodded towards the hall, "My room's the one on the left, I put a fresh comforter on the bed for you and turned the fan— gets kind of hot in there sometimes."

"Oh— no." You shook your head, plopping your backpack down by his feet in protest. "I'll sleep out here, I'm not taking your room."

A small smirk cut across his face as he continued to smooth down the blankets like you weren't even there. Tucking the sheets into the cushions and adjusting the pillows until his hands were suddenly at either side of you, loosely locking you in place.

"Yeah, well", his face was so close to yours you could feel the warmth of his breath brush across your lips, his eyes sharp and curious as they stared back at you. "It's not really up for debate."

Your whole body froze as you continued to look back at him, struggling to fathom how you'd somehow managed to land yourself in this position.

You were familiar with both Aki and Megumi— you'd "accidentally" bumped into both of them more times than you cared to admit, even trying to seem nonchalant that one morning that you gave flowers to Aki like you hadn't left early just to hopefully catch him in the stairwell.

Your infatuation with them had been harmless— something stupid and fleeting that your friends would tease you about when they came over. Something that you never thought would actually matter, but now...

Now, Megumi Fushiguro was so close to you, you could see every shade of blue that made up his gaze. You could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. Smell the scent of his cologne clinging to the collar of his shirt— expensive and clean just like the rest of him.

“Go." He said softly, completely derailing your train of thought as he pulled away and handed your bag back to you like his face hadn't just been centimeters away from yours. “Get some rest.”

You blinked back at him, trying to regain your composure before giving him a sheepish nod and heading down the hall towards his room without another word.

The interaction had been so brief that you almost wondered if it had really happened or if you’d made the whole thing up as you laid in his bed that night, staring up at the ceiling bracing yourself for what the rest of the weekend was going to look like with how it was already starting to unfold.

── .✦

The next morning was made up of freshly cut fruit and sourdough toast smothered in jam curtesy of Aki. He'd rattled off something about "making yourself comfortable" and how "there was no rush to leave if you needed to stay another night" before he left for work.

It was still impossible to wrap your mind around the fact that you were taking a shower in their bathroom, doing your laundry in their kitchen, and watching tv in their living room while they were both gone— but it wasn't like you had much of a choice considering you still had a negative balance in your bank account and friends that had moved out of the city right after graduation.

If you were being honest with yourself though, it was almost... nice to not be alone for a change, even if the sources of your comfort were temporary and sometimes too attractive to look in the eye.

It was late by the time they got back— Megumi strolling in a little after midnight and Aki getting home an hour or so after him. They'd both found you asleep on the couch, a blanket draped loosely around your legs and the remote in your hand as some mindless reality show played softly in the background.

Aki came out of the bathroom with steam from the shower still sticking to his skin and a cigarette tucked lazily behind his ear as he entered the kitchen, watching Megumi... watch you.

"You seem to like her." He smirked, noting the tension that crept over Megumi’s shoulders when he realized he wasn't alone.

"Yeah…” Megumi shrugged, realizing there was no point in trying to hide it from him. “She’s… pretty.”

"Mm." Aki nodded, "That's one word for it."

Megumi's brow furrowed as he looked back at him. "What? You don't think so?"

"No, I do." Aki said simply, leaning against the counter to join him in watching you from across the half-wall that connected the kitchen to the living room. "Guess it shouldn't be much of a surprise that we have the same taste in women with everything else we seem to have in common."

Megumi's eyes drifted over to him for a moment before returning back to you. As tempting as the idea of climbing into his bed with you had been since you got here, Aki was more of a friend than a roommate at this point and he didn't intend on messing that up.

“I won't do anything." He assured him. "If you like her too then I won't—"

Aki cut him off with a vague hand gesture as he took the cigarette from behind his ear and began to twirl it between his fingers. "That's not what I'm saying."

Megumi paused.

"She's easy to read." Aki went on, his gaze still fixated on the way you shifted in your sleep. "I mean, I’m sure you've noticed how she acts towards both of us, right?"

Megumi gave him a hesitant nod, trying but failing to see where he was going with this.

"Her eyes give her away so easily. Last night when you told her to get some sleep, I almost thought she was going to ask you to join her with the way she looked up at you. That pleading little unsure look she wears— like she knows exactly what she wants but has no idea how to ask for it." He watched the subtle flash of adrenaline flicker through Megumi's stare as he kept going. "Problem is, she's not going to want me or you with how this is going— she'll be too caught up on the idea of losing one of us to make a choice."

Megumi's expression only grew more skeptical as he glanced over him at him again. "And your suggestion is...?"

His face held that same blend of nonchalance and seriousness that Megumi had grown used to over the last couple of months, dragging his cigarette up towards his lips as he grabbed a lighter off of the counter like he wasn't about to drop a nuclear bomb of a suggestion directly on him.

"We both go for her, see what happens.” He exhaled smoothly, the smoke and thought of it alone nearly making Megumi choke.

"Doubt she'd say no though and even if she does— we'll just apologize and move on. Act like none of it happened by the end of the weekend and all go on with our lives." Aki’s eyes were back on him, another knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But if she says yes…”

Megumi was stunned, actually speechless at how casually this was being thrown on him.

As much as he'd tried to keep distance between their work lives and their relationship as roommates, he couldn't help but notice the change in Aki since his last contract had been established.

Megumi didn't know much about them— wasn't entirely sure how they worked and wasn't going pry for more information than Aki gave him. But this last one— whatever it entailed— had seemed to completely upend Aki's view on the world. His decisions had gotten more and more impulsive, like nothing was really off limits or too far-fetched to try anymore. Megumi hadn't fully decided if it was admirable or deranged half of the time, but this was...

"If it's rejection that you're worried about," Aki continued, swiftly pulling him back into the room while flicking the rest of his cigarette out onto an ashtray. "I can tell you what her answer would be before we even ask."

Megumi's brain felt like static— still stuck on the first half of their conversation and completely blindsided by the second.

"What?"

"It's an ability that allows me to see into the future, 4 or 5 seconds at most. 'Mostly use it for combat, but—" His voice was still neutral as ever, hands tying his hair back into its usual topknot as he stepped away from the counter. "I'd be willing to make an exception if it'd help ease your mind."

The two of them came to a pause when they heard the rustle of blankets from the living room, their heads turning in unison as you began to stretch your arms over your head.

"Oh good," you smiled, pushing the blankets off of you to reveal the smallest crop top Megumi had seen in his life, the hem of it just barely covering the curve of your chest. "You guys are home."

They glanced back over at each other at the exact same time, Aki cocking a brow at him still waiting for an answer.

"Fine." Megumi conceded, ignoring the faint smile he shot him before heading out into the living room.

── .✦

It had started off innocent enough— pajamas and pillows and the smell of shampoo lingering in the air from both of their post-work showers while you scrolled through Netflix. The three of you sprawled out on the couch with you wedged comfortably between them.

You hadn't thought much of it when Aki suggested snacks and a movie, they'd both just gotten home and you were up anyway after napping most of the day away— it made sense.

This is what roommates did together. This is what a shared apartment was supposed to look like.

It wasn't until Aki's fingers began to lightly graze the top of your thigh from under the blanket, drawing lazy little patterns while his eyes were still glued to the tv that you started to realize that this was not in fact, what a normal night with roommates was all about.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, goosebumps that had nothing to do with the temperature of their living room blooming across your skin as you tried your absolute best to play it cool despite the fact that your pulse was suddenly ringing through your ears. Your brain struggling to ignore the way Megumi’s eyes kept flicking between you and Aki while he subtly shifted closer to you.

There was no way in hell this was happening— no fucking way that the two neighbors who you'd spent months quietly drooling over from afar were actually...

Aki's hand dipped lower, the warmth of his palm meeting the inside of your thigh as Megumi stretched, letting his arm conveniently land over the top of your shoulder. His body silently nestling next to yours.

Neither one of them said a word about it, treating this like it was an agreement that had already been decided on well before you'd woken up.

The wheels in your head were spinning, spiraling with the possibilities of where this could go and if you were ready for it. This was a situation that you'd dreamt about. A dumb little fantasy that had played through your mind when you pulled your vibrator out of your nightstand after a long day, but the reality of it... The feeling of both of them touching you like this... It was so much. Too much and not nearly enough all at the same time.

You drew in a shaky breath, pretending that you didn't notice their advances, doing everything you could to mirror the way they both moved as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Letting Megumi's fingers tangle through your hair as Aki continued to slowly coax your legs apart.

The movie was fading entirely into the background, forgotten and abandoned by how hot the room suddenly was when you caught Megumi's eyes drift over to Aki again. The two of them exchanging a look that you couldn't quite read before Megumi finally turned to face you.

His hand cupped your cheek, steadily cradling your jawline to bring your face up to his. Blue eyes full of fire and restraint as they trailed across your features, taking every bit of your doe-like expression.

"This alright?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper as the realization that he didn't need Aki's ability to guide him anymore quickly settled in the longer he looked at you.

Aki was right— Megumi could see how bad you wanted this and god damn, was he going to give it to you, but he still needed to hear you say it first. Needed to make sure that you were fully content and okay before either of them went any further.

"It's alright." You assured him, unable to control the stupid smile that crept over you at the feeling of Aki’s hand squeezing your thigh in approval. "It's... more than alright, I promise."

He shot you his own small smirk this time, his mouth warm and inviting as his tongue parted your lips. Breathy little nothings slipping into the small space between you while Aki carefully worked his way in closer— keeping his touches light as they repositioned you without you hardly noticing. You were far too lost in the way Megumi kissed you to remember your surroundings.

He had his back against the arm of the couch, his legs spread with you in between them, and his hands slowly slipping up the front of your shirt, putting your tits on full display for Aki, who was now kneeling in front of you. Your back was resting against Megumi's chest, your head tilted to the side, not willing to take your lips off of his for even a second as Aki tentatively slid your shorts down over your legs, making your breathing all the more uneven.

He watched you intently— noting the way your eyes would trail down to him every so often even with Megumi's tongue in your mouth and your nipples slipping between his fingers.

Your hips were slowly starting to roll, searching for friction that Aki was still debating on giving you.

He liked watching you squirm, liked the pouty little noises you made every time he nipped at the inside of your thigh and let his lips just barely graze the outside of your underwear, his breath fanning across your center without actually giving you anything other than frustration.

You were wet, more and more slick soaking through the thin fabric as he continued to taunt you. Taking his fingers and spreading you apart through the cotton just to watch you helplessly grind back against Megumi while still trying to angle yourself closer to his face.

He smirked watching you struggle to keep it together. He knew Megumi was hard behind you, the feeling of his cock right there— probably pressed so firmly against you but not quite where you needed it. And his face, oh, his face was only centimeters away from where you needed it, but he just wouldn't give it to you.

The noises you made were sooo pouty and pathetic, your cunt nearly dripping onto the cushion in front of him as your hips bucked up again, your movements frantic and pleading. All this desperation and you still couldn't ask for what you wanted.

"Poor thing." He soothed, leaning in again, but this time, finally flattening his tongue against the wet spot on your underwear— giving you slow, methodic swirls that had your thighs shaking.

"Oh, she's sensitive." He teased, placing the filthiest, sloppiest kisses right above your clit. "Better be careful when you fuck her. She's already close."

You moaned into Megumi's mouth at the ruthlessness of how Aki handled you, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck for support as you kept rocking down against him and up against Aki, unsure of which one you needed more.

"Take those off of her." Megumi panted, freeing himself from his sweatpants as Aki shot you a sinful smirk, his fingers looping through your waistband before finally tossing your underwear onto the floor.

"Come here," Megumi instructed, placing his hands on your hips as lined himself up with you, unable to take one more fucking second of you whining and writhing against him like that.

He was already leaking, throbbing. His tip pink and eager as he slowly lowered you down onto him.

Aki was kneeling in front of you so that you were eye-level with him, swiftly adding his boxers into the pile of discarded clothes as he watched you nearly yelp from the way Megumi stretched you.

Your cheeks were flushed, your mouth dropping open the further down you went. "F...uck." You whimpered, taking another inch. "Oh... my god."

Megumi's lips began to press into your shoulderblade, gradually running up along the side of your neck. "I know," he soothed. "I know. But you're doin' so good. Just like that, huh? Yeah. Juuustttt like that."

The duality between the two of them was polarizing for how similar they had seemed up until this point. Megumi was all pretty moans and grounding touches. Fucking into you with purpose and restraint, only giving you what he knew you could handle until you developed a steady rhythm. He felt like he belonged inside of you with how perfectly your bodies instantly meshed together, your walls sucking him in so faithfully no matter how fast or slow he went.

But Aki...

Aki was pleasure mixed with pain. Teasing and taunting and fingers that didn't know what else to do besides grip into your sides to pull you down harder onto Megumi just so he could watch the way your pupils dilated when he finally bottomed out. He kept two fingers on your clit and a hand around your throat as the both of them continued to use you to their liking.

“Aw," Aki mocked, mimicking and echoing your own whines back into your mouth as he kissed you. "No, baby. You can take it. You're not stoppin' now. C'mon. Be a good girl for us."

You were dizzy— vision clouding with white spots the more you chased your release. Aki's motion against your clit was calculated and precise. Gaging what kind of pace you needed from your reactions and then kept it going just like that while Megumi pulled you down, thrusting into you so deep you could barely hold yourself upright.

"I—" You shook your head, the coiling tension in your abdomen suddenly snapping. "Megumi, 'm— I can't—"

Aki's grip on your throat tightened, only amplifying the weightlessness that had taken over your body. A feral, almost proud smirk gracing his lips as he continued to kiss you— really kiss you this time, hard and affectionate.

"There you go." He praised. "Feels good when you finally let go, huh?"

You nodded, your walls still fluttering around Megumi as Aki gradually let go. Your breath and vision both returning in slow waves.

Megumi carefully pulled out of you, whispering another soft praise into your skin before Aki pulled you back over to him, repositioning you so that he was behind you and Megumi was in front of you.

Your pussy was glistening— fresh, sticky, slick running down your thigh as you arched your back for Aki without a second thought. Almost embarrassed by how bad you wanted more.

"Need you to stay focused." He said, his grasp firm but gentle as he spread your legs apart to make room for himself. "You’re gonna make both of us cum this time," his fist tangled into your hair, body towering over yours as he pulled your face to his. "Aren't you, pretty girl?"

You let out a noise that was beyond your control as his tip pushed past your entrance, your face still right next to his.

"Words." He demanded, the palm of his hand meeting the side of your ass with a crisp smack.

It was bad enough that you had nearly gushed around him from the sting of it alone, but what was even worse was that he had felt it.

"Oh?" He quipped, landing another slap that made your body recoil back into him, taking you both by surprise as he let out a suppressed groan.

"Megumi," he grunted, trying so hard to hold onto his composure despite how fucking warm and snug you were against him— your velvet walls squeezing him so tight he almost thought you were doing it just to spite him. "Do something with that mouth of hers since she doesn't seem to remember how."

Aki shot you another small smirk before straightening back up, giving Megumi space to get closer. Your eyes were completely glazed over, drool already pooling in your mouth from how mercilessly Aki was bullying himself into you while Megumi ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

You had absolutely no right to look that good while getting railed by his roommate, but here you were anyway— lolling your tongue out for him as the sound of skin smacking against skin echoed off of the walls of their apartment.

Your whimpers transitioned into more guttural sounds, propping yourself up on your elbows, and holding onto his base while attentively wrapping your lips around him. Letting all of the spit you had gathered up drip graciously down his tip and down onto his length before you started taking him inch by inch, sucking on the taste of yourself.

"God— look at you," Megumi felt like he was in a trance feeling you moan around his cock, so fucked out but still so determined to keep him in your mouth as Aki slammed into you from the back. "Don't stop. Fuuuck, that’s it. That's it. Keep fucking going."

The room was so thick with want and need and moans that you were coaxing out of them both so easily, you could already feel yourself getting close again. That same white-hot tension building in the pit of your stomach that only seemed to settle by the feeling of Aki's tip kissing your cervix.

"Deeper." You let out in between breaths. "P....lease."

You knew it was a dangerous request considering which one of them was behind you, but you couldn't help it. You were chasing it like a high at this point, pushing yourself back onto Aki even harder every time he thrusted into you just to get a little bit more.

You were right there and so... were they.

"Deeper?" Aki gritted, hips snapping forward to meet yours. "Couldn't use your words all night but now you’re making demands? What do you think, Megumi— should I give it to her?"

His fingers threaded into your hair again, pushing your head down onto Megumi so that he was touching the back of your throat when a rush of warmth suddenly flooded your airways.

"Give her—" Megumi panted, trying not to collapse as he twitched against your tongue. Letting more lewd little nothings slip out when his eyes caught yours, completely awestruck by how gorgeous you looked taking both of them like this. "Give her whatever she wants."

Aki leaned over you again, chest pressing into your back as Megumi slumped back against the arm of the couch to catch his breath, his body spent from how hard he’d just emptied himself into your throat.

Your fists were gripping the sheets, your hips arching up at just the right angle as Aki's hands rested on top of yours, his entire body locking you in place. "This what you wanted?" He whispered, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth before slamming the last couple inches of his cock into you and holding you still.

Your body felt like it was convulsing— your poor thighs trembling as your core unraveled shamelessly around him, overstimulated tears streaming down your face when a string of broken “yesyesyesyesyes”-s finally broke both of you.

Your legs threatened to buckle, your vision blurred by dark hair and blue eyes and the feeling of him unapologetically filling you up as a mix of your fluids began to drip tauntingly down your leg and onto to the couch beneath you.

There wasn’t an ounce of mocking or mean thrusts left in him by the time he finished, just blissful release as he held you against him, kissing you one last time before pulling out— slow, reverent, and real.

── .✦

By the time Monday arrived, you had bite marks and bruises in the shape of Megumi and Aki adorning the nape of your neck. A dumb smile plastered across your face that weren’t sure would ever fully go away. And — finally— a functioning set of pipes in your kitchen.

The two came with you when you returned back to your apartment, double-checking the work that had been done before deciding it was okay for you to settle back in.

It was almost jarring, how chivalrous and reserved they could be after spending an entire weekend making you cum so hard you could barely walk without grabbing onto Megumi’s arm for support. Inspecting the maintenance man’s handiwork and ensuring that everything was in order as if they hadn’t just taken turns burying their face between your thighs the night before to see whose name you would scream louder.

You drew in a breath as you thanked them, trying not to actually melt into the fucking floor when they both leaned in and kissed either side of your cheek before heading out for the day. Aki tossing a, “let us know if you need anything else” over his shoulder while they disappeared down the hall.

There was a beat of silence as you watched them, an odd sense of emptiness creeping over you when you turned around to see your living room behind you instead of theirs— already missing the smell of their laundry and the sound of Megumi’s bedroom fan constantly spinning in the background.

“Oh, this is so stupid.” You sighed, halfway trying to talk yourself out of it as you moved towards the kitchen and opened your junk drawer— shuffling through a sea of old mail and stickers and oven mitts before finding something that might be heavy enough to work.

“What am I doing?”

But it was all too late when you knelt down and opened the cabinet beneath your sink— the logical part of your brain completely worn down by the memory of their hands roaming over your hips to care about anything else.

You squeezed your eyes shut, swinging the hammer into the pipe over and over until you finally heard something crack. A burst of water shot out with force, spraying you in the face as you jumped back, quickly tossing the hammer back into the drawer like it was evidence in a crime scene before rushing into the living room to grab your phone.

“Hey Aki? Yeah, it’s me. You won’t believe what just happened...”

⋆.𐙚 ̊♡ part two

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