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Toji working out in the garage when you pull into the driveway.
He looks sexy, always does.
But the sun is beaming on his tan skin, sweat dripping down his Greek god like body, muscles flexing with every movement. jet block locks swaying as he punches the punching bag with all he’s got. He catches sight of you stepping out the car, already taking off the tape that wrapped his hands.
He nods to you, smile appearing on his face “There she is, pretty girl.”
It makes you feel all warm inside, butterflies swarming in your stomach that stills you before you can meet him halfway up the driveway. Your brown eyes are all over him, every scar and tattoo, every bulky arms and thighs in his shorts, the way he towers over you. suddenly feeling your own hands sweat that you wipe down your jeans.
“Hi Toji.” It comes out meeker than intended, laughing at how speechless you must look.
“Why are you standing over there, come ‘ere.”
And he gently takes you by the jaw, stumbling into him as he holds your chin in his hands, kissing you tender, sweet. He’s been missing you. He hand slips down your torso, down the curve of your hips, before you shyly pull away. “Don’t hug me ji, you’re sweatin.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he nods, but kisses you again, lifting his hands up in surrender. Smiling against your lips when you hand touches his sticky abs. “It’s good to see you too mama.”
You turn away, biting the inside of your lip as he lips kiss the corner of your lips, peppering kisses all over. The back of knuckles brushed over the apple of your cheek, “When’d you get all shy on me, huh? Usually have something to say.”
You shrug in response but he knows good and well how he’s making you feel, can feel how hot your cheeks feel as he looks at you. “That’s fine too,” he hums, nuzzling your noses, “How about, we take a shower together—“
“We?”
He cocks a brow, “Y’don’t think I need a little help getting clean?”
Your mouth opens to say something but you purse your lips to fight off a stupid grin. He continues through a chuckle, “Like I said, we can take a shower together. Then I’ll make us lunch. Doesn’t sound half bad, does it?”
You shake your head, letting him play with the braid getting in the way of your eyes, “Words puddin.”
“No, it doesn’t sound half bad.” God you’re perfect, licking your full lips and looking up at him like he’s the only man in existence. 
“Good,” Toji kisses your forehead, “let’s hurry ‘nd get you fed, huh?”
i really thought the point of "being lgbt+ doesn't absolve you of racism as a white person" was that white people arent absolved of racism by being marginalized but it really seems like people think other marginalizations make it okay. no being disabled doesn't do it. no being poor doesnt do it. we need to fight against racism actively no matter what.
Smiling seeing cute kid/baby videos but then suddenly ain’t shit funny bc why are you posting your kids on the internet you dumb bitch take this shit down now don’t fucking do that
“she’s going to kill you,” gojo groaned, nervously glancing around the hall like you were about to pop around the corner with a frying pan to beat them with.
“uh-huh,” sukuna grumbled, gritting his teeth as he jiggled the bobby pin in your lock.
“and me.”
“you’ll live,” he dryly muttered.
and if sukuna was lucky, you’d wrap your pretty hand around his neck and strangle him. he could practically feel you squeezing those manicured fingers around his throat while you straddled him, soft thighs locked around his waist as you scoffed at him and called him stupid.
was stealing your cat illegal?
yeah, but the law never had anything to say when it came to the two of you. he hadn't called the cops when you keyed your name over his license plate on his car or popped three of his tires. you didn't file a report when he broke in to steal your mattress during your last bad fight so you'd have to sleep on his bed instead.
"there we go," he grunted as he finally managed to get your door unlocked, twisting the knob and pushing it open with a groan. gojo was right behind him, practically stepping on his shoes while he complained about leaving the bar for this. he ditched the girl he brought with geto, ignoring her protests as his friend followed him out in an attempt to dissuade him from doing something he'd regret in the morning.
you weren't there to greet him.
but he had no problem finding your fluffy cat snoozing on peacefully on your blankets, sprawled out on his side of your bed. calico-colored fur sticking up, her pink bedazzled collar glittering in the moonlight carrying in through the window.
he felt like a fucking moron creeping over to snatch her, shoving her in the cat carrier you still kept in your laundry room, zipping it up as she let out a disgruntled hiss, swatting at him through the bars to protest her cat-napping.
"dude, you've fucking lost it," gojo huffed at him as they made they hurried back out of your apartment, not particularly at being the getaway driver for his crime.
"shut up," he snapped.
but he had.
the fucking second you had decided to take toji's hand instead of his in that bar bathroom, scowling at sukuna as you grumbled to your boyfriend that you should just leave.
how the hell could you do that?
okay, maybe the two of you had both done your fair share of sleeping around and having sex simply to make the other jealous while you were on breaks. but you having a boyfriend?
someone you fucking smiled at when he leaned down and whispered in your ear? who made you giggle and grin when he wrapped a possessive arm around your waist? who didn't even know you?
that asshole would run for the fucking hills if you threw his phone out of a moving car just because you thought a spam text was really some girl he was seeing on the side.
you just needed to remember who you were made for.
and it certainly wasn’t fucking toji.
would he kidnap your kitty?
he probably didn’t even know how to take proper care of your pussy.
did he bother to make you cum twice on his tongue before he shoved his dick inside you? did he know where all your sensitive spots were? know what your favorite position to be folded and fucked in was?
he told you that you were going to get bored.
all he had to do was wait for it.
and resist the temptation to race upstairs and strangle toji every time he heard your cute little moans through the ceiling, telling himself that you had to be faking it for him. putting on a show where he was the only one in the audience.
your point was proven.
he fucking missed you.
you won.
he'd take out the trash and wash the dishes and fold your fucking laundry and do whatever other menial task you wanted him to without bitching about it.
your cat hissed at him when he set her free, but then she was striding over to his leather couch to scratch the shit out of it, still finding fresh ways to piss him off as he gritted his teeth.
that was what he got, he guessed.
laying on a freezing cold bed and chewing the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood, falling asleep to fantasies about what you'd do if you were beside him.
he woke up to the sound of his front door being taken off the hinges.
it nearly fell when he swung it open before you could finish, beat-up tools in your hands as you nearly growled at him.
"you could have knocked."
"i didn't want to speak to you," you petulantly pouted, dropping the tools with an irritated grimace.
so you were going to take off his door to get your cat and go?
maybe he should've seen it coming.
"does your boyfriend know you're doing this?" sukuna felt like he was going to be fucking sick saying it. he should be your boyfriend right now.
"what does it matter?" you scoffed. you weren't wearing last night's dress. you had changed, so he guessed you must've gone home to change and shower - and realized afterwards that your cat was gone
"so he doesn't know you're here," sukuna leaned against the doorframe, eyes skimming over your pretty face.
he missed being so close to you.
missed that cute little scowl of yours.
"you didn't even say sorry for calling me annoying, and you go and steal my goddamn cat," you hissed, glaring at him like you were going to claw him. "i'm getting her back and going."
sukuna wouldn't mind getting scratched up if it was you dragging your nails down his back.
"i'm sorry," he begrudgingly grunted, tilting his head back to jut his thumb towards where your cat was dozing off and dreaming on his windowsill, basking in the morning sun. "you know i didn't mean it."
"yeah? then why bother flaunting that girl you were going to fuck in front of me at the bar?" you retorted, voice sharp enough to bite as you slid past him to start towards your cat - but he grabbed your arm to twist you around before you could scoop her up and slip back out of his apartment.
"i didn't fuck her," he argued. "i didn't even-"
"oh sure," you sarcastically muttered, rolling your eyes at him as you shook your head.
"my cock can't even get hard if it's not with you," he confessed, all gruff and gravelly as his throat constricted at the idea of you going again.
something inside him warning that if he let you go now, he might not get you back again.
"get on your knees," you dared, that hard look in your eyes like you didn't think he'd actually do it.
but you were the only person he could bend for.
sucking in a sharp breath as he forced himself to listen, begrudgingly getting down on the floor and grabbing your hips on the way there as an excuse to touch you again.
"you're not supposed to be his," he heard himself say, his voice tight and strained.
"you acted like you didn't want me to be yours," you reminded him, but your bottom lip twitched a little.
"i'm an idiot," he muttered. one that was incredibly, painfully, pathetically obsessed with you.
"you're annoying," you accused, but he saw the way your breath got stuck in your throat, how you hadn't pulled away when his fingers dug deeper into your skin.
"i'm yours."
a/n: @yenayaps gave me the idea for his stupid ass stealing the cat lmfao. final chapter where they make up and fuck coming tomorrow <3 then a bonus alternate toji's ending this weekend :3 thank you guys for indulging me in this ily + the div is also by @/tsumiinum
mean possessive bf!nanami hates your new neighbor!
"and then he asked what you do for work," you chirped, sliding a plate of a surely delicious dinner in front of him as that tiny little sundress of yours swayed around your soft thighs.
another night, nanami would've thanked you, told you how great it smelled and how pretty you looked all dolled up for him.
but after a particularly grueling day of monotonous meetings and miserable assholes at work, the last thing he wanted to hear about was how sweet the guy next door was. listening to you ramble about how he was strong enough to carry your groceries all the way up the stairs of your apartment building and how he apparently was a fucking firefighter working the night shift.
why the fuck couldn't he be an accountant? or like, an electrician?
"he asked about me?" nanami muttered, not bothering to pick up his fork as he clenched his jaw, hazel eyes honing in on the way you paused across the table from him, your glossy lips pushing together in a pout.
"i mean, i told him i had a boyfriend, so, yeah?" you tilted your head, not getting it.
"he thinks he can have you," nanami astutely assessed, and you laughed, like you didn't think he was serious. "did he say what time his shift starts?"
"not until nine," you started to say, but your voice broke when he pushed his chair back, mouth parting as you stuttered, "w-what are you-"
he supposed he'd just have to make sure the whole building knew who you belonged to.
carefully sliding all the plates over before bending you over the edge of the kitchen table, ignoring your pretty little gasp as he flipped your dress up to discover you weren't wearing any panties underneath it.
blood burning beneath his skin, veins on fire as he delivered a firm spank against your slick folds, clicking his tongue with disapproval as he sighed, "naughty girl."
were you trying to get a reaction out of him? rile him up until he snapped and ruined you right next to his dinner?
"k-ken-" you whined, wiggling your hips back to beg for more. "i didn't-"
"it's okay, honey," he hummed, shoving two thick digits inside your dripping cunt. "let him hear you moan."
"but the food-"
"i'd rather eat you."
and nanami never shared.
a/n: trying to clear out my drafts today <3 fingers crossed i can get faking it update wrapped up and out tonight too :3 div is by @/tsumiinum
If Yuji was asked to describe his girlfriend? There was only one way ⸻ pink, glittery, vanilla scented, pretty.
But don't be fooled. Most men would want a way out. Yuji does not. In fact, if he could be anywhere in the world, he'd choose to be with you.
He is exactly where he wants to be.
"Yuji?" You're sprawled on his bed, watching as he games. It's some dumb fighting game he'd insisted on buying.
"Hm?" He doesn't glance up from the console.
"Do you know where my lipgloss is?"
He immediately abandons his game, clocking into his boyfriend duties. "Which one?"
"The clear gliterry one." You reply, watching as he searches the wrinkles in his duvet, under his pillows, the floor, his desk.
"Have you checked your bag?" He asks as he peers under the bed.
You glance towards your little pink handbag. "No." You frown. Reaching for the bag, you rummage around a bit. "Found it! Thank you, Yuji. You're the best."
He beams at the praise. "Of course, baby." He tosses himself down beside you, watching as you apply the lipgloss.
As the designated taste-tester, once you've coated your soft, juicy lips in shimmering gloss, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.
You make a small whiney sound in the back of your throat. When he pulls back, your lips are pushed out into a pout.
He licks his lips. Vanilla flavoured. "10/10, baby." He says trying to go in for another taste.
"Stoppp," You giggle, pushing him back. The sound makes him smile.
He is absolutely, undeniably obsessed with you.
"Fine." He relents with a dramatic, mock sigh, rolling over theatrically.
"C'mere." You whine.
The second he rolls to face you, you're on top of him, your thighs on either side of his torso. His hands instinctively find your hips to hold you there. You take his face gently, holding his chin with one hand, as you lean closer, applying the shimmering gloss to his lips. Your breath mingles with his. Yuji stays perfectly still until you're done, then his tongue darts out to lick his glittery lips.
"Yuji!" You huff as he laps up the gloss off his lips. He grins up at you unapologetically.
Warnings: MDNI, NONCON -> DUBCON (coerced), F!Reader, noncon face sitting, forced orgasm, edging, cunnilingus, captivity, yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, oral f. receiving, clit play, teasing, block me if uncomfortable + not proofread.
do not romanticize or normalize dark content irl.
Yandere!Captor who forces you to sit on his face, he absolutely loves it, being smothered by your cunt is an absolute dream for him.
Your hands are tied behind your back as he tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you down, pressing his lips against the fleshy pads of your cunt before he makes contact with your clit, giving it a few smooches that make you visibly flinch before he captures it into his mouth.
You let out a bunch of protests, struggling against his face as he holds you tight, he would forcefully drag you down whenever you'd lift your hips— breaking contact between your cunt and his lips. It earns a dissatisfactory groan from him, brows furrowed as he grips you tighter until his knuckles were turning white.
He connects his lips to your cunt again, dragging his tongue from your slit to your clit slowly before swirling it around the bud.
When he feels you trying to break away again— even though you can't— he'll use his teeth, clamping his teeth down onto your clit not too harsh that it'll hurt you, but just enough to cause pain which makes your thighs give up reflexively, causing you to lose balance and sit snuggly on his face.
You quickly try to lift yourself up, but you fail when he nibbles on your sensitive bud, making your thighs tremble and your hips move in an effort to soothe the jolts of pain travelling through your spine.
You could feel his smirk before he stops nibbling on it, giving it small flicks with his tongue before he presses it flat against your clit and closes his mouth around it, slowly licking up and down as he tries relieve the same pain he caused.
You let out a sigh of relief as the sharp pain slowly fades, involuntarily bucking your hips against his face without realisation as it feels very soothing.
The wetness seeps out of you in embarassing amounts, which only serves as a device to mock you later when he does this all over again.
“Oh fuck— she's soaking f'me.” You hear his muffled voice, his breath felt warm in between your thights.
You drop your head in shame, because you can hear how disgustingly wet you've gotten due to his actions, the slurrping noises echo in your ears like a mockery and a reminder of how your body chooses to betray you everytime.
All because of him.
He feels his cock twitch in his pants, getting harder and harder each and every second. But he stays focused, continuing to devour your cunt like a man starved.
He groans into it, causing vibrations to shoot up in your core, making you shiver in an unwelcomed satisfaction.
He drinks up all the juices you were leaking like it was nectar, letting out satisfactory noises as if he's eating a fancy meal. You're chest breaks out involuntary moans no matter how much you try to contain them, which only makes him feral knowing that he's the reason, it makes him feel very validated to and egoistic.
“Mhm? At least some part of you is honest with me.” He mutters, rubbing salt into your wound, adding more to the shame you were feeling.
He presses kisses all over it, sighing when he feels your clit flutter in his mouth when he traps it in his mouth.
“Fuck, you're so divine baby. I love you so so so so so much.” He adds breathlessly, face flustered as he dines on your cunt.
You swallow the lump in your throat, toes curling in pleasure when you feel a familiar knot tighten in your stomach. You start squirming again, not wanting the knot in your stomach to snap and betray you wholly.
But it was impossible not when he's below you, working his mouth like he's desperate.
You brace yourself for the impact.
Yet, nothing happens, in fact, you feel the absence of his mouth which makes you look down, he had pulled away right before you could cum.
The feeling in your stomach fades, but not in a way that you expected it to, it left behind a frustrating ache that gnawed in your gut, it made you irritated. You let out a huff in disappointment reflexively.
You thought maybe he'd stop, maybe he's had his fill? whatever that means.
You expect him to pull you off him, but he doesn't do that, he reattaches himself again, once again capturing your cunt wholly, tongue prodding at your entrance as he slowly tries shoving the wet muscles in.
You're left confused, wondering what he's planning, but nonetheless you feel the knot form in your stomach again.
You expect it to snap, but once again, it's abruptly interrupted, leaving a sense of frustration behind. You open your mouth to question— but you're quickly shut up when you feel his mouth on you again.
He repeats it everytime you're near a few more times.
It leaves you more frustrated than ever, overriding every other emotion. You whine in disappointment as your orgasm is abruptly stolen once again.
You let out a frustrated cry, brows furrowed as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, you press your hips down, pushing your cunt against his mouth involuntarily as the irritation of being denied your bliss was driving you insane.
“What is it baby? Wanna cum?” He asked, huffing against your bud. You looked down, staring into his eyes as he gave you a smirk.
He was doing this on purpose.
“If you don't use your voice, I'll just have to keep on doing this.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your bottom lips.
You stayed quiet, trying to break away from his grip, hands tugging against the rope to loosen it but it doesn't work.
He starts his shenanigan once again, maneuvering you down and pressing you flush to his face.
You gasp, feeling your high build up slowly, you squirm against his face, pressing your cunt flat against his mouth but he turns his head away, causing you to almost collapse forward in exasperation.
“Please...” You bite your lip, voice coming out meekly.
“Please what baby?” He asks, smooching your inner thigh. “You want to cum?” He adds.
You nod, head moving up and down as you look dow at him with a neediness you've never experienced before.
“Beg.” He comands, thumb drawing circles on your thigh.
He is so fucking mean, asking you to beg for something you didn't want in the first place— usually he'd make you cum without asking you for anything, but today, he shifted his plans, dead set on making you betray your own self.
You didn't want to, but you know that he'll torture you like this for hours if you didn't.
“P-please, I want to cum.” You murmer, voice shaky as he drags his tongue across your slit after hearing that.
“More.” He tuts.
“Please, I wanna cum, I want to cum so badly. Please let me cum.” You beg, humiliation churning in your gut. “Oh fuck—!” You choke on your words when he pushes his tongue inside you. You could feel the warm muscle invade your depths causing you to see stars, your cunt clenches around it, trying to grip it but it causes the soft muscle to be pushed out instead.
He continues working his mouth, soft pants leaving from him too as he makes out with your pussy.
“Tell me you love me.” He utters, fingers digging into your flesh, causing a little amount of pain.
You shut your eyes, feeling the same knot build up in your stomach for the nth time.
“I'll stop if you don't. I can play the long game.” He threatens, slowing down but you panic, shaking your head.
“No! Please, I love you, I love you.” You chant frantically, not wanting him to stop as the knot begins to feel like it's about to rip apart.
“I love you— I love you so much! please please please,” You repeat it over and over again, earning a satisfactory groan from him. “Ahh! oh!— fuck fuck—” You choke, letting out a loud moan as your high crashes down on you.
It hit harder than any other orgasm you've experienced before, you collapsed forward due to the sheer intensity, face landing into the soft mattress of the bed that you learnt to call your home.
Your body twitched as you collected yourself, hips bucking into his face, riding your orgasm out. Your thighs trembled, body shaking visibly due to the aftermath of your orgasm.
His hands slide up your waist gently before they come down, he lifts one of your thighs planted on the side of his head to pull himself away from beneath and sitting up straight as he turned to look at you.
You collapsed to your side, hands still tied behind your back as you gasped for air.
He smirk, pushing you onto your back before undoing his pants and lining himself against your freshly abused cunt, he could see the way it was still swollen, still throbbing in desperation.
“I love you too.” He cooes before pushing himself inside without a warning.
— gojo satoru, geto suguru, yuta okkotsu, yuji itadori, tamsy caines, dabi, katuski bakugo, + feel free to imagine any character you like!
all characters mentioned are all obviously aged up.
(goverment voice) we need to protect the children from pornography so our plan is to remove their eyes so they would never see something so traumatic. if you are against removing children's eyes you are basically a pedophile
in which onyankopon is your side nigga, but he desperately wants to be your main.
he told himself he wasn’t gonna get attached, but he did, accidentally. it’s just the way you spoke, your attitude, the way your hips moved as you walked like you were the baddest bitch ever. you were fucking mesmerizing and you knew it.
you paid him no attention, you just used him for some occasionally head and shopping. you had more and better niggas on your roster, ony wasn’t one of them. but you know he was desperate for you, so you used it against him. he tries to act so nonchalant and not about your bullshit but he folds anytime you mention something about him being able to fuck you.
it was 2am, freezing cold. ony texted your phone. DING! DING!
im os, hurry up it’s freezing.
two mins nd im leaving bruh, i look like im creepin lookin thirsty asf
you were just done facetiming your main, then rolled your eyes once you opened the messages.
k im comin
you opened the door for him with the most unamused face. “hey.” he said, staring at you. “hey,” you sighed. “i came all this way to see you and you just have a fucking bored face.” his brows furrowed his voice more stern. “do i bore you y/n?” he asked, sounding somewhat defeated. “no—” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and raising a brow. “ony, why are you acting like this?” you questioned.
“cause i know you talkin’ to all these lame niggas, y/n. why am i even here in the first place? just to know im in—” he thought what?—third place?!” he finalized. “it’s not fair.” he slightly pouted. “why won’t you just.. treat me like how i treat you. or..” he came inside slowly, getting closer to you who was standing in the doorway. “treat me like im him, just for tonight.” his hands on your waist gently, kissing on your jaw.
every thrust felt like ony was making straight love to you. “ony— fuck! hah..” you moaned, his thick hand gripped your cheeks, moving it so you can face yourself in the mirror. “yeah? see yourself? fuckin’ this pussy so good while you give it away to those fucking lames.” you couldn’t speak, your stomach churned with how deep he was. every few thrust they got deeper and hard, making you whine and groan. he ducked his head down, his lips by your ear. “you look so perfect, my princess.” he whispered.
“so beautiful when it’s just me fucking allat attitude out of you. you need a real nigga,” he kissed your ear, making your pussy flutter for a moment. “a. real. fucking. one.” he slapped your cheek harshly before gripping it again, you started to drool down his hand. “aint that right, princess?” he stared at you, looking all pathetic and slutty. “hah.. ha.” your words muffled, your mind melting with pleasure.
he for sure was gonna get ranked up.
a/n: do yall get the reference. issa teezo touchdown song ts has been stuck in my head for two weeks straight, got more ony fics in the making this is a lil sum.. pls request some jjba im itching to write I just dk what to write
sneaking around with best friend!geto is all fun and games until pretty girls start feeling up his biceps at the bar :(
“someone jealous?” gojo snickered in your ear, slinking up by your side as he waved the bartender over to order another obnoxiously fruity and brightly-colored beverage while you nursed your own suddenly bitter drink.
“yeah, you,” you sarcastically muttered, refusing to feed into his (correct) suspicions that you were sleeping with your mutual friend. the year you’d spent between geto’s sheets didn’t make you his girlfriend though.
not that you ever asked to be either.
“come on,” he goaded, his hip bumping into yours as he cocked his head towards where geto was currently getting groped by a manicured hand. “i know you want to pry him away.”
“so you can grab him next?” you teased, trying to deflect as you twisted around just for his hand to cage you in between his broad frame and the bar top. his pretty blue eyes were fuzzy though, pupils blown wide as you realized that maybe what he’d been sipping on tonight weren’t mocktails after all.
“nah,” he grinned, white teeth glinting as he leaned in lower. “think i’d rather grab you.”
“how much have you had to drink?” you exhaled, eyes drifting down to his glossy lips, lingering there a little longer than they should.
“enough to want a taste of you,” he shamelessly smirked at his attempt to be seductive, his palm sliding up your side as if it always had a place there.
you’d never taken any of his flirting seriously.
but maybe you should’ve.
considering whether or not imploding your situationship over sleeping with your other friend as gojo’s fingertips gracefully slipped down to disappear underneath your dress.
“you’re touching something of mine,” a honeyed voice interrupted with a drawn-out huff, but gojo didn’t pull away.
and a new idea blossomed, your mouth curling up as you glanced between the two men too busy glaring at each other to notice the sparkle in your stare.
what better way to punish your man by showing him just how swiftly a certain someone else would swoop in to steal you?
“boys,” you hummed, clicking your tongue. “don’t you know how nice Paris is right now?”
꒰ 呪術廻戦 ꒱ › shopping with masc! girlfriend maki. sfw
maki zen’in x f! reader. toothrotting wlw fluff. set in canon
it’s one of those rare afternoons with no curses. you’re dragging maki through another high-end department store, gojo-sensei’s black credit card in your back pocket. you’d barely had to ask, he’d just tossed it at you with a wink and a “have fun, try not to bankrupt me.”
maki — bless her — is laden with bags from the last three stores against her toned biceps. she doesn’t complain, just follows you diligently in her street clothes
you stop at a perfume counter, a rainbow of glass bottles glinting under the lights. you spritz a few on cards, wrinkling your nose at a floral that’s too sweet and a woodsy one that smells like air freshener. then you find one you like, something soft and citrusy, and spritz it on your wrist. you hold it out to maki, extending your arm so your pulse point is right under her nose.
“what do you think of this one?”
she leans in, sharp amber eyes scanning your face before they flick down to your wrist. she takes a short, sniff. then she straightens up.
“smells fine,” she says, “but your sol de janeiro is better.”
you pocket gojo-sensei’s card without buying the new perfume. “fine. i’ll stick to mine.”
next is makeup. you’re drawn to a display of new lipglosses, tubes filled with shimmering, syrupy colors. you pick out a rosy nude and swipe it on, then turn to maki. she’s watching you, one eyebrow slightly raised.
you don’t ask for her opinion. you lean in and press a soft, sticky kiss to her lips. she hums and when you pull back, a faint, glossy sheen is on her own mouth. she licks it away.
“tastes like cherries,” she comments.
you try a shimmery peach next. this time you cup her jaw, thumb stroking her skin as you kiss her again, a little slower. when you part, you search her pretty amber eyes.
“and this one?”
she considers it, her gaze dropping to your mouth. “peachy. it’s fine.”
“maki, you’re not helping.”
“i like ‘em all,” she says, a smirk playing on her lips. “especially when you’re the one wearing them. now pick one so we can go.”
you end up buying both.
finally, clothes. you find a section filled with soft, flowy tops. you pull out a navy blue halter top with lace trim and hold it against yourself. “what about this?”
maki’s leaning against a nearby pillar, arms crossed over her chest, looking bored out of her mind. she glances over. “it’s a shirt, babe”
you sigh, putting it back and grabbing a black skirt instead, holding it up to your waist. “and this?”
“it’s a skirt.” she shrugs “shorter than your other ones. congrats on finding a new way to flash me.”
“maki,” you whine, stomping your foot just a little. “be helpful.”
she pushes off the pillar and walks over. she stops right in front of you, so close you can feel the heat radiating from her. her eyes scan you from head to toe. she reaches out, her fingers hooking into the belt loops of your jeans and tugging you just a fraction closer.
“they all look the same to me,” she says, lowering her voice. she makes your stomach flip. “you’d look good in a paper bag, now stop wasting time and pick something.”
her thumb rubs a small circle on your hipbone, and your breath hitches in your throat. being nonchalant and curt is her version of being romantic. you know, with a certainty that settles deep in your bones, that she loves you. you grab the top and the skirt, and a soft sweater you’d just spotted, and head for the register.
then maki’s pulling you along again, her expression once again a mask of indifference. she’s still holding all your bags, including the new one. you fall into step beside her, your shoulders brushing.
“you didn’t like anything?” you ask, when you realize she hasn’t picked out anything for herself all morning
“i liked watching you try stuff on,” she says. she doesn’t look at you, just keeps walking forward. “now are you grabbing food or not? i’m not carrying all this shit around for free.”
