lovelyhaitani

[lovelyhaitani]

kiss me deadly ♡ hanma shuji x fem!reader

he’s been watching you, he's been following you, and now he gets to have you

cw: 18+ explicit, dark content, noncon/dubcon, shuji is a stalker, home invasion, unprotected sex, creampie, petnames (baby, darling, good girl) wc: 2.7k

an: this has been sitting in my drafts since june, it is probably a complete disaster! but i am sick of just knowing i have a finished fic just sitting. thanks to @mosesa and @yofumi for beta reading this

18+ minors dni ; dark content (noncon/dubcon)

“Shhhhh...” your bed shifted as a large hand slid over your mouth waking you from a deep sleep. “Be quiet, baby.” The voice was oddly familiar, but you couldn't quite place it. 

You struggled under the weight now on top of you, your mind racing. What the hell was happening. You tried to move, you tried to struggle, but another large hand was wrapped around both of your wrists, pinning them to your bed above you. 

“Please don’t struggle, baby. Please.” His voice was soft, loving even. “I'm so sorry I woke you up like this, baby, you just looked so beautiful, so perfect. I just couldn’t help myself.” His mouth grazed your ear as he spoke, hot breath warming your face. You struggled harder, trying desperately to move from under him, trying to thrash your body as much as you could. “Will you just stop please? I’m not going to hurt you, darling, you know I won’t.” 

In a quick moment of clarity, you nodded. The realization that this was the first step to being free of his hands finally settled in. You stilled your body - trying to come across as relaxed as possible. He removed his hand from your mouth, but kept your wrists still pinned up above your head as he pulled back to look at you. “Darling, you really are perfect. Did you know that?” His free hand caressed your cheek. Was he trying to be loving? Gentle? Affectionate? You finally looked at him, really looked at him. The darkness of your room with only moonlight streaming in through the now open window, made it difficult to fully discern his features. You were met with soft gold eyes, a warm smile, black hair with blond streaks hiding part of his face, and a long gold earring glinting in the light of the moon. You felt sick. Your heart thudding too fast in your chest. You knew you recognized the voice. Seeing his face now, even in the dark. You had passed him on the street dozens of times before, you were sure of it.

He could clearly see the realization in your eyes. “See, baby. See. You know who I am. You know I would never hurt you. I couldn’t just watch you anymore. You look so beautiful tonight.” He pressed his nose to yours. 

“Please. Please just leave.” Tears brimmed in your eyes. What the hell was happening?

“Don’t be like that. I know you want this. I see how you look at me every time we pass. I know how you feel.” He pressed his lips to yours. You thought you were going to be sick. You moved your head to the side, trying to get away from his mouth.

He only took it as an invitation to place his lips to your jaw, to whisper “See baby I knew you wanted me. I knew you were just waiting for me to make a move. You’re so shy.” He was delusional, he was absolutely insane, and you could feel him press himself against you, his cock rock hard in his pants. His lips moved to your neck and you groaned, you groaned and felt yourself move against him, not in an attempt to get away, but in an attempt to press into the cock that was begging for you.

“See baby, I told you. You want this, you need this. You need me.” 

“No… no please. I don’t. Please leave.” Tears were falling down your face and he let go of your wrists to brush a tear away – trusting you wouldn’t make him regret it.

Shuji ran his tongue down your neck, feeling your fast pulse, and sucking where he could feel it pound the hardest. Your hands rushed to his head, twisted in his hair, but refused to move any further. Much to your own disgust, you didn’t try to pull him away. God it just felt so good. 

You could feel his smile against your neck, could feel him chuckle. “Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop. Seems like what you really want is for me to keep going, yeah?” You shook your head no, but your hands kept his face in place against your throat. Your hips still pushed up against him firmly - a desperate attempt for some sort of relief, even when your mind screamed at you to stop. 

“Baby, I just realized, you don’t even know my name do you?” His lips warm against your throat as he spoke. “I wanna hear you say my name. I’ve been dyin’ to know how you sound calling out to me. Especially when I've got you stuffed full or when my face is buried in that sweet cunt. I bet it tastes so good baby, bet you taste so good...” He lost his train of thought as he spoke, lips moving down your neck.

“Please… please stop. I… fuck. Please leave. I won’t tell. I won’t do anything. I just need you to stop.” You tried to jerk your body away from him again. You thought about trying to kick your legs up, to throw him off, but you couldn’t release your fingers from his soft hair.

“Baby please stop this. Just say my name and I’ll let go of you. Just say it please” his hands dragged slowly behind his mouth as he descended your body, as he used his one hand to slide up your shirt. Your hands reluctantly released his hair as he moved. 

“It’s Shuji. Just say it baby. Say it.” He licked your nipple, then pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently. His free hand moving to your other, twirling it between his long fingers. 

“Shuji, Shuji, please” Were you asking him to stop? The way you dragged your soaked cunt against him instead implied you wanted more. 

“Fuck. It sounds just like I thought it would.” He groaned. “No, no, it sounds better, so much better.”

He let go of your nipple and slid a hand slowly down your body. “Your skin is so soft, so soft. You’re just like I thought you’d be, just like I dreamed.” You let yourself sigh, you let yourself enjoy his touch for the briefest of moments, let yourself actually feel his warm tongue flicking your nipple in his mouth.

“I knew you’d love it. I knew you loved me.” The soft voice again. Telling himself more than saying it to you. Confirming all of the things he had told himself for a long time, watching you, following you, having his men keep their eyes on you. 

“Shuji… Shuji no. No no no. That’s not what’s happening.” It was though, it was exactly what was happening and you were loving it. Especially when his hand finally made it to your cunt, when he ran it against the drenched fabric.

“No baby, see, see how much you love it? How much you love me?” He pressed the wet fabric between your folds, pressed it gently into your cunt, then slid up to make a brief circle around your clit. 

You moaned his name. You moaned it louder than you wanted to. 

He moaned your name back. His mouth moving down from your chest, lingering on your stomach, tasting every inch of you, savoring the flavor of your skin.

“Stop struggling baby, I know it’s embarrassing but we’ve been pining after each other for so long. It’s ok to want this, I want it just as bad. I would never think badly of you baby. Never.” You had still been struggling, still fighting him off. Fighting off the want to give in to the stranger who had woken you up in the middle of the night. The stranger who was now nipping at your hips, the stranger who wouldn’t stop pressing your soaked panties into your wet folds, who wouldn’t stop groaning your name with every buck of your hips.

The voice in the back of your head begging you to give in, to enjoy this, was growing louder and louder, smothering the voice telling you to be scared and run, to fight him off with all of your strength.

“Shuji… Shuji I’m scared.” You were, terrified at what was happening, terrified at how disgustingly bad you wanted him.

“I know honey, I know. But you don’t need to be with me ok, I promise, I promise you love me, you want this so bad. I just had to make the first move. I knew you couldn’t. My baby is too shy for that.” Another nip at your hips, another press of your panties into your clenching pussy.

Fuck, you didn’t want to want him as bad as you did. You let your hands move to his hair again. He looked up at you for the first time since he told you his name. His eyes were full of love, of need, of compassion. God he really did feel this way. His eyes shimmered in the dark of the room. And for some reason, you found yourself desperate to see him in the light, desperate to remember what he looked like.

“Shuji, can we turn on the light? Wanna see you, wanna remember.” His eyes lit up, they widened, his hand stopped moving completely. Was he really hearing this? Did you actually just say that? He thought it might have been the sweetest thing he had ever heard. 

“Of… of course baby.” His words were broken up, overwhelmed at the thought of seeing you in the light of your bedroom, of seeing the pleasured looks he could give you, and more than that, the thought that you wanted to see him do it. 

As he moved off you, as his weight finally shifted, his long arm reaching up to pull the string of the light on your ceiling, your brain told you to run, it was your best opportunity to get away from him. But as the light turned on, your eyes moved up and down him, long and lanky, flushed cheeks, spit glistening on his lips, you faltered. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face, so flushed with need. 

What were you even doing? Had he seen something in you this whole time? Had you really been looking at him like this? 

His smile was warm. The flush on his cheeks only became more apparent. “Love you baby. You are so beautiful.” 

You felt the heat of embarrassment rise to your face. 

“You… you are so… handsome Shuji.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him down with you. His forehead touching yours as you hit the pillow.

He ran a finger down your face. He had never felt anything like this before. He had surely never wanted anything this badly. Especially when you tilted your mouth up to meet his, when you let your tongue slide its way in. For a moment he was completely still, his breathing stopped. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He leaned into the kiss though. He cupped your face with his palm, he tilted your head up into his. When he pulled away spit connected your mouths, spit from the deep kiss, from your tongues running together. You giggled, you did, the sight was adorable—his the blush covering his face, the way it connected to yours with a long strand of saliva.

“Shuji, I know you will be gentle with me. I know ok?” What the hell were you saying? Was your aching pussy really in that much control of your actions?

He looked like he was in heaven, he looked like he had ascended. He felt like he had. “Baby, I knew you’d trust me. See? I know you more than you know yourself.” He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Let me take care of you ok?”

You placed a kiss to his lips as you stroked his face, as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Moving his mouth down your jaw again, down your neck. Nipping and sucking, pressing his cock against you as he moved down. 

“Hey, it ok if I take these off?” You gripped the hem of your shirt. His eyes opened wide. “Yeah. Yeah of course. Please.” He shifted his weight, letting you slip your top off and then moving down to slide your shorts off as well. “How did I get so lucky?” 

He quickly undressed himself, pulling his T-shirt over his head, you were thankful you had the light on so you were able to watch the way his lean muscles move, the way then shifted under his skin. You’d eyes were directed down, following his hands as he grabbed the top of his sweatpants. You couldn’t drag your gaze from the outline of his cock and the growing the spot of precum. Was he really right this whole time? Had you really always wanted this? 

He slipped them down. All you could do was stare at his cock - thick, long, thick vein running down it, slick with precum. You rubbed your thighs together, your clit twitching, dying for him to touch you. 

Seeing you like this, rubbing your legs together at the sight of him, he felt crazed. “Should have done this sooner. Should have. Knew you wanted me. Knew you were mine.” He gripped the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft, collecting precum on his finger and spreading it down. His eyes drinking in every inch of you, every movement, every single sound you made. And did you make sounds, the whines leaving you lips were out of your control, you didn’t even realize until he said something.

“Baby I’m not even touching you yet. Just seeing me is drivin' you that crazy, huh?” His smile was big, he laughed so hard his body heaved, all while his hand still stroked his cock. 

“What do you want me to do, my love? I’ve been waiting so long for this. Tell me what I can do.” He ran a hand up and down your thigh, sending shivers up your spine. “Baby I love you so much, just want to make you feel good.” 

“Need you inside me, please.” The whine in your voice was too much for him, and he was quickly slotting himself between your thighs, pressing the thick head of his cock into you. 

“S’good, baby. S’fucking good. Pussy S’good” he was rambling as he sunk deeper and deeper into your soaked cunt. You could only close your eyes and press your head back, the overwhelming feeling of him inside you was all that existed.

When Shuji’s hips met yours he sucked in a deep breath. “Feel good baby?” His lips pressed into yours softly. “Tell me it feels good.”

“F-feels S’good.” You choked the words out, the burning stretch of his cock was just so fucking good. As soon as the words left you he started to move, quickly picking up speed. Slamming as deep into you as he could. “Look at me baby.” His words cracked with pleasure. “Wanna see your face when you’re creamin on my cock.” 

Your eyes met his, his face was flush, sweat beaded on his forehead. “Mmm good girl. My good girl.” 

Fingers quickly found your clit. Desperate to make your body come undone under him. And you did, the slam of his cock into your cervix, the tight circles being rubbed into your clit, both pushed you over. Your body shaking under him, moans of his name leaving your lips over and over. 

He followed quickly, pulling out and wrapping his hand around his cock, pumping quickly, covering your puffy pussy with his cum. 

“Fuck baby.” He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. “S’good. So lucky you’re mine now.” He rolled off you pressed a kiss to your cheek. You focused your eyes on the ceiling. Processing his words all mine. “You can tell me you love me, baby. Already know you do. No need to hide it now.” He nudged your cheek with his nose. “Tell me already.”

“I… I love you Shuji.” If your voice shook, from fear or excitement you couldn’t tell. You were exhausted though, and as he wrapped his arms around you and dragged you into his chest, you let the pull of sleep drag you down. He repeated “all mine” over and over, a reassurance to both of you, a reassurance that this was where both of you belonged.

[lovelyhaitani]

Lovesick (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

Fandom: jujutsu kaisen

Pairing: gojo satoru x gn reader

Cw: just lots of fluff, suggestive if you squint really, really hard, gojo is dumb and whipped

Wordcount: 1.2k

Notes: first fic in like 3 months lmao 💀 this was actually so much fun to write! hope u enjoy! also thank you @maminari for beta reading ilysm mwah <33

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“Why am I even required to do this?” Gojo sighed into his phone, dragging his feet towards Shoko’s three in one office-clinic-mortuary. “I’m virtually invincible, and I heal myself twenty-four-seven.”

“Do you have to throw a fit every time you get a check-up?” Shoko huffed back, her voice slightly distorting through the call but conveying her irritation nonetheless. “It’s one check-up for the whole year, Gojo, just get it over with. And lose the attitude, I’m not the one doing it for you this time.”

That caught his attention.

Shoko briefly filled him in—she had a date with Utahime and wouldn’t be able conduct his annual check-up as she had been for the past few years. That was where you came in. She had mentioned you a few times in passing. You were not a sorcerer despite being able to see curses; your cursed energy was limited and your physical prowess was nothing impressive. However, you helped out in your own way. You worked part-time at the Kyoto branch, patching kids up after missions and carrying out medical examinations much like the one he was about to get.

Gojo hummed, “are they single?”

“Behave.” So that was a yes.

“Mmh, I don’t think I will,” he sang, his strides increasing in size. “Oh, say hi to Utahime for me, will ya?”

“I don’t think I will.”

Before he could retort, the line hung up. He clicked his tongue, though his mood was anything but sour at that moment. His legs carried a newfound pep in their step at the idea of a new face, a fresh victim to annoy into an early grave. He couldn’t help the dumb, shit-eating grin splitting his face, thinking about all the ways he could make this check-up as agonizing as possible. Although it wouldn’t take much to achieve that, Gojo had a natural talent for being a general nuisance after all. 

He hummed a cheerful tune to himself as he approached the office’s door, preparing to make a grand entrance that would be sure to startle you. He could sense your cursed energy through the wall—low, peaceful and steadily thrumming around you. It was practically calling for him to disturb your tranquility. Oh, how he’d love to see it spike and tremble. 

One, large hand gripped the doorknob while the other remained buried in his pocket. Without taking a second longer, he slammed the door open with all the dramatic flair of a soap opera actor, lips parting to bellow out an obnoxious greeting.

But no words came out.

Before a single syllable could even escape his mouth, you frantically turned around at the sound of the door smacking against the wall. And then your eyes met where his would be behind his blindfold. And then your pretty lips curved into a sheepish, reluctant little smile.

And he knew he was a goner.

He cursed Shoko in his head for not bothering to mention to him that you were this drop dead fucking gorgeous. 

Any attempts at human communication died in his throat while he stood there with his jaw slightly parted. You giggled nervously—he’d never heard a sound so sweet in his entire twenty-eight years of living—before extending your palm out for him to shake, taking the initiative to greet him warmly.

Realizing he looked like a big, hulking idiot just standing there, gawking at you, he swiftly took your hand in his own and silently marveled at the softness of your touch. You guided him to the examination table (Jujutsu Tech really ought to buy a hospital bed) after exchanging brief introductions, all the while he couldn’t find it in him to do anything but follow your instructions, nod his head in response to your questions and hope that you wouldn’t notice the flush rising up his neck. 

“So, Gojo,” even his last name sounded downright saccharine on your tongue, “I’ll be checking your height, weight, blood pressure, temperature, eyes and just generally asking you questions about your lifestyle. Sound good?” 

He nodded, having no fucking clue what came out of your mouth. God, he just needed you to keep talking. 

You raised a brow at his behavior. This was not what you had spent fifteen minutes mentally preparing yourself for prior to him bursting in the room. Shoko had made it abundantly clear that Gojo would not be an easy patient—whatever that meant. You expected a lot more than… this.

“Alright, let’s start with blood pressure and temperature.” You gently pulled his left arm into position, wrapping the blood pressure cuff to his upper arm. He really didn’t look like it at a first glance, but you could tell he was jacked underneath that hideous uniform he wore. You cleared your throat, trying not to linger too much on the way his biceps strained against the fabric of his sleeve under your fingertips, “Keep your arm extended and relaxed just like that while I take your temperature, okay?”

You knew you that there was no point in narrating the entire process and using verbal prods with him, he was a grown ass man, one that didn’t even need to be here at that, but his quietness left you unnerved given all the talk you’d heard about his pompous, unbearable personality beforehand. If you didn’t ramble, the silence would become too stifling.

You brushed off his odd demeanor, focusing on adding a cover to the thermometer probe. He still had his infamous blindfold on but you felt the weight of his eyes on your profile, like he could see you and see through you. Taking a steadying breath, you willed your hand not to shake under his heavy gaze. 

“Open your mouth,” you murmured. Glossed lips open to reveal a set of perfectly aligned and whitened teeth, with sharp canines that almost looked like fangs protruding from the top row. You placed the probe under his tongue and instructed him to keep it there, unaware of the havoc you were wrecking in his heart. You’d gotten closer, so close that he was able to smell your perfume and feel your cursed energy delicately flowing with his own. 

You turned to check his blood pressure and your eyes damn near popped out of their sockets as soon as they landed on the monitor. It was well above average, coupled with a very high pulse rate. You turned to face him again, worried inquiries just at the tip of your tongue only to be met with a sight for sore eyes. 

Gojo Satoru, strongest sorcerer of his generation, flushed pink from clavicle all the way up to what was unveiled of his face, tense as a rock, with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth.

The mirth that overtook your eyes was uncontrollable no matter how much you wanted to hide it for his poor pride’s sake.

“Seems like your blood pressure is high, Gojo,” you said, a playful lilt to your voice that sounded utterly sinful in his ears. You pulled the thermometer out of his mouth, all too knowing in the way you glanced at him, mumbling, “your temperature is a little above average too. Is there something stressing you out?”

Gojo’s wits finally returned to him after a solid ten minutes of absolutely humiliating himself. The mischievous grin you adorned was unmistakable, and Gojo never backs down from some good banter. 

His lips stretched into a smile so devilish it was hard to believe it belonged to someone who looked nothing less than seraphic.

“Hmm, seems so,” he said, pulling one side of his blindfold up to properly take in your expression. “Can I have your number then, doc? You know, for future check-ups.”

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[lovelyhaitani]

House of memories

ran haitani x housewife!reader

warnings- a bit suggestive okay maybe like smut very much smut

This is essentially the reader remembering everywhere Ran has fucked them as they clean

18+ minors do not interact <3

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Your husbands lips are soft on your own, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve kissed him goodbye it still always manages to leave a warm feeling in your chest when you pull away and he looks at you with such loving eyes. To cover your blush you duck your head and look at his chest and adjust his already perfect tie. He chuckles before he presses one last kiss to your forehead then he leaves. This is routine, he leaves home every morning for work and leaves you in your big empty house and then you begin your daily chores.

You always start with your bedroom, it’s spacious and lavish. Your bed is so big which is kind of a waste since you and Ran always end up pressed up against one another, clinging tightly to each other as you sleep. You start by removing the soft sheets that are a mess because of what took place this morning, what takes place practically every morning and night. You woke up today with a particularly ravenous Ran between your thighs, grinning like a child who was just allowed to have his favorite dessert for breakfast.

You remove the sheets and replace them with clean ones. As you place them in a laundry basket you also start picking up your clothes from the floor. One of Ran’s suits is on the floor, the one he wore yesterday, it’s a rumpled heap on the floor. Your cheeks feel hot as you remember how it ended up there, when Ran got home yesterday he immediately started pushing you towards the bedroom and his strong hands were haphazardly removing his tie and the rest of his clothes. His lips never once left yours during the entire process, he didn’t let up for hours before you forced him to when you realized he didn’t even eat before latching onto you.

You shake your head at the thoughts and then proceed to the laundry room to wash everything. As you finish placing them in and turn on the washer you can’t help but remember the time you had family staying for the week. Ran was so pent up and he never got a moment alone with you even when it was time to retire to your bedroom because you were so tired from taking care of your family all day. He was so desperate that when he finally saw you going into the laundry room alone he followed you closely. This ended up with your soft warm skin pressed up against the cold hard washing machine as he thrusted into from behind in a harsh and fast pace. He was all over you as if he was dying of thirst and you were a tall glass of water. The washing machine did absolutely nothing to cover up your loud moans.

You walk out of the laundry room and back to your lavish closet to fix up Ran’s ties that he messed up this morning when he couldn’t decide on which one to wear. He does this every day, he messes up the order of his ties when he can’t decide which one to wear and you always end up picking one for him and adjusting it for him. Your fingers dance across the silky ties as you arrange them in order but as your fingers press against a red one he hardly wears you bite your lip.

You remember the way the silky material rubbed against your wrists the time Ran got home annoyed and got even angrier when he wasn’t greeted at the door with a kiss because you were putting away the dry cleaning. The knot he bound your wrists with was so tight and left you completely powerless to him. He took advantage of this, he loved seeing fat tears welling up in your eyes as you pleaded with him to untie you because you wanted to touch him and hold him. You also remember when he decided to be kind and instead tie it around your eyes because then you wouldn’t be able to tell where he was. You could feel him all around you but couldn’t predict his next move which made everything that much more exciting.

The bathroom is next, you start by scrubbing everything clean first and when you reach the end which is when you wipe the mirror clean. As you spray and wipe the mirror you can’t help but remember when Sanzu and Rindou had come over and Ran couldn’t stand the way they were looking at you so he dragged you to the bathroom and fucked you in front of the mirror. He wanted you to see the way he completely owned your body, how you were made for him. He forced you to maintain eye contact with him through the mirror the entire time. When you walked out of that bathroom with his cum dripping down your thighs and unable to walk straight you only had him in mind you didn’t care about the fact that Sanzu and Rindou definitely knew what you two did.

You also can’t help but remember all the times he’s fucked you fresh out of the shower with your hands creating handprints on the foggy mirror. You also can’t help but remember the print your back and head leave on the mirror when he sits you up on the counter. So he can look at your face because the foggy mirror blocks his view of your fucked out face. You always look so pretty when he fucks you, there’s not a single thought behind those eyes except him. Your mind becomes so muddled that if he asked you what your name was you wouldn’t be able to answer but if he asked you what his name was you’d answer in a heartbeat.

You leave the bathroom and start the process of sweeping and mopping the hardwood flooring then vacuuming the soft carpet. You’ve been on your knees countless times in front of Ran whether it’s on the hard floor or the soft carpet when he’s feeling nicer. He likes seeing the bruises on your knees, he loves leaving marks on you it’s proof that you’re his and he’s had the honor of having you. More than anything he loves your face, he especially loves fucking your face. He loves seeing your eyes welled up with tears, lipstick smeared and messy drool all over him.

With your cheeks still burning you start adjusting the couch cushions that were messily thrown around. Every Friday night Ran makes time to watch a movies with you if he can’t take you out on your regular Friday night dates. Every time without fail his hand somehow ends up down your pants and playing with you as if it’s just second nature. He stays completely focused on the movie not even realizing how desperate you’ve become under his long lithe fingers. Then when he’s finally done he licks his fingers clean as if he’s licking them from left over popcorn.

You then decide that you should do some dusting in his office. You dust it every couple of days and sweep and mop once a week because Ran doesn’t spend much time in there. When he gets home he’d very much rather be with you than doing work in his office. However there are those nights in which work follows him home so he can’t pay attention to you. Somehow you always end up begging for his attention whether it’s you sucking him off underneath his desk as he has a meeting through a video call or if it’s you riding his thigh to your heart’s content as he finishes up some paperwork.

You look at the time and decide to start dinner for him. As you start chopping vegetables on the counter you remember all the times he’s come home early and caught you making dinner. Something about you doing domestic chores for him really drives him crazy, he just loves how you’re doing all of it for him how well you take care of him. That of course makes him think he should repay the favor so he sits you up on the counter and gets between your thighs and stays there until dinner gets burned. He doesn’t really care about dinner getting burned because you are his favorite meal. If he’s not with his head between your thighs then you’re holding onto the counter for dear life with your face pressed against the cold marble of it.

As dinner finishes cooking on the stove you set the table and as you put down his plate on the table you remember all the times he’s made you sit on his lap and feed him claiming that he’s had a long day and really missed you. This is just an excuse to start grinding up on you. This always ends up with you riding him on the chair as if there’s no tomorrow with his head buried into your neck and biting down onto your shoulder as you clamp onto him with a vice like grip.

When the table is fully set you check the time again and start heading towards the front door. The front door where you always find yourself pressed against once it’s shut whenever Ran had a particularly hard day and really missed you. Right at 6:00 pm the door starts unlocking and then swings open to show your wonderful husband smiling at you.

Your lips find his immediately and once you pull away he says, as he always does because this is routine,“I’m home, did you miss me doll?”

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