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“In the dark, we will take off our clothes and they’ll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine.”
- “Two-Headed Boy” // Neutral Milk Hotel
The door was locked. The mats were washed. All the surfaces were wiped down with disinfectant, and the floors gleamed thanks to the mop.
And Toge Inumaki was sucking on your neck, gently nibbling at the sensitive skin as he guided you against the bar top.
The music playing from the overhead speakers was an acoustic ballad, the singer praising their lover in all ways they could imagine. With the sensation of your heart fluttering in your throat, desperate to leave its confines to join its partner in the chest pressed against yours, you felt as though you could understand. Your hands clutched at Toge’s sweater, pulling, stretching the soft fabric and making him chuckle, his laugh warming your neck.
“Toge,” You whined when he straightened up to look you in the eye, his bottom lip jutted out in an adorable pout. “Why’d you stop?”
He tried to steel his expression; you could tell. Though, despite the exaggerated frown, his irises twinkled with mirth as he lifted a hand from your waist (No! Boo! Keep it there!) to gesture to your surroundings.
Okay.
Fair.
There were a lot of windows.
And it was dark outside. With the lights on inside.
You were practically airing a softcore porno to the plethora of moths gripping the glass.
“I live just around the block,” You offered, “Would you want to come over?”
He blinked.
“I mean,” You squeaked, stumbling over your words as heat rushed to your face, “We don’t have to, you know, do anything, but there’s more privacy and uh, we can – I don’t know – watch a movie, or something, but, like, no press –”
He cut you off with a kiss.
You were dragged to the entrance of the bar before you could even retrieve the keys from your bag. Toge made a point to display his impatience, tapping his foot excessively, crossing his arms over his chest and watching you expectantly as you scrambled to lock the door behind you.
“Yeah, yeah,” You teased, leaning in to playfully peck his lips.
He clutched at his chest, swooning comically.
Your heart skipped a beat. He was such a goofball.
“C’mon, let’s go.” Squeezing his hand, you led him down the street and through a sketchy alleyway. The moonlight glinted off the damp concrete – it must have rained while you were working. A rat scuttled by, diving into an overturned trash can with a soft rustle.
Toge raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, it’s not cheap to live on your own,” You huffed, guiding him to the entrance of your apartment building. Though the alley itself was sketchy, it led to a quaint courtyard complete with a bubbling fountain in the center, surrounded by a garden. The water sparkled in the silver light of the moon, arching high, spraying the flowers with mist.
“Tuna,” Toge breathed, eyeing the cute, cottage-esque entrance to the apartment building, vines crawling over the old brick façade.
“I know,” You opened the wooden door, gesturing to the stairs branching off a tiny lobby. “It’s a hidden gem. I was so lucky to have found it. The landlord is such a lovely old lady.”
“Mustard leaf,” He cocked his head as he stared at the seemingly infinite flight of stairs.
You chuckled, “Don’t worry. I live on the 3rd floor. It’s not so bad.”
He relaxed, never surrendering your hand, even as you struggled to unlock the door to your studio apartment. Instead of relinquishing your grasp, he simply held on tighter as your free hand – trembling with anticipation – failed to line the tip of the key up with the hole of the lock at least a dozen times.
You glared as his shoulders shook with laughter.
He paused, mouth opening before closing abruptly, as if he was going to share something and then decided not to.
“Spit it out,” You frowned, “Tell your stupid joke or I’m not opening the door. I know you want to.”
He finally released your hand to grab his phone, typing swiftly.
I promise I have better aim (;
He beamed, not an ounce of shame on his features.
You blushed violently.
“You’re...”
Hilarious? Oh so charming? I believe you called me ‘amazing’ before, right?
He was riling you up, the little shit. He sauntered into your apartment with an arrogant gait, half-lidded violet eyes teasing you silently.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.
“Yeah, all of the above,” Your voice oozed with affection as he spun on his heel, quick to wrap you in his arms and shower you in kisses.
He paid no attention to the plate in your kitchen sink from your breakfast that morning. He didn’t seem to care about the fresh laundry that had yet to be folded, sitting in a basket next to your bed, pushed into the farthest corner on the rectangular room. He was unbothered by the stack of books you had purchased months ago, looming atop your coffee table in a constant reminder that you should get started on them.
Okay, that was a lie.
He did pay attention to all the little details of your apartment. In fact, his pretty eyes swept over them, savored the exact views you would rather he hadn’t seen (you would have tidied up some more if you knew you would have a guest!), with a sort of awe in his gaze, like they were proof that you were real, that you were actually here with him.
You ducked your head as he redirected his attention to you once more.
Suddenly unsure of what you were supposed to do next, you squirmed out of his embrace. Stalling for time, your shaky hands nearly dropped your favorite vinyl as you placed it atop your turntable. Static crackled, the record spinning to life with a soft melody through your speaker.
You always felt more comfortable with music playing, finding your voice again. “Do you, um, want some water? Or I have juice too...”
Toge flicked your forehead. “Bonito flakes.”
“Okay,” You shrugged, your throat unbearably dry as you gulped, “Should we watch a movie? Or play a game?”
“Bonito flakes,” He was tugging on the waistband of your pants playfully, perfect lips in a lopsided smirk, dimple on full display.
“Do you...” Oh god, the words were so hard to get out. He was right there, in front of you, fiddling with the button of your jeans, violet gaze dark with hunger, and you were trying to find the least embarrassing way to ask him to have sex with you. “Ah, do you want to, um...”
He kissed you once, nibbling on your bottom lip, before fixing you with an amused smile. His eyes shifted to the bed in the corner of the room, and then intently returned to your tomato-red face.
“Yeah?” You breathed, the nerves melting into something warm, pooling between your legs. You nodded, “Okay.”
That blinding beam was back in full force as he swept you into his arms, capturing your lips with his. His smile melted upon contact, turning to something far more urgent than you had previously experienced. Fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt. Teeth grazed against the skin of your neck.
Stumbling forwards, you let Toge pull you towards the bed. You felt his knees buckle against yours as his legs hit the mattress, his hands moving quickly to lift you into his lap as he fell onto the cushioned surface. He was deceptively strong, maneuvering your body with ease, pulling you close as he nibbled on your earlobe. His hands were snaking around your thighs now, the heat from his palms burning through your pants, trailing to your hips and then a little lower...
You squeaked in surprise when he squeezed your ass. He chuckled into your mouth, returning his lips to yours, tongue dancing with a certain fervor. The music from the record player seemed to get louder, while simultaneously melting into the background. You could feel the pulse of the track racing through your veins, pushing you forward, guiding your hands to lift the cozy sweater from his frame.
Your fingertips brushed against hard plans of muscles sculpted from regular physical activity, the warmth of his skin shooting through your arm like an electric current – You knew it was dangerous to keep at it, but god, did you ever want to feel more.
Fuck it.
You pulled at the fabric, Toge ducking with the motion, allowing both his sweater and undershirt to slip over his head and slide down his arms. He tossed the fabric aside, barely paying any attention to its trajectory, far more interested in undressing you, now.
You weren’t even sure how you lost your top, and you blamed it on the blinding beauty of the man before you, zapping you of any comprehensive thoughts. Your mind was blank, save for admiration for his porcelain skin shining gold in the warm light of your bedside lamp. It stretched over taut muscles, his frame slender yet defined. Your eyes caught on the divots of his hips, on the pale hair dusting his lower abdomen, trailing below the waistband of his pants and...
Oh, yes, okay, you must have been doing something right, because he was definitely aroused.
The fabric of his bottoms strained against your inner thigh where you straddled his lap, a growing hardness prodding at you, sending a white-hot wave of anticipation over your core. You were overwhelmed with a need to see what was underneath, gripping the fly of his pants as you attacked his lips with enthusiasm.
Toge squirmed as you slid off his lap, your knees knocking against carpet as you clumsily undid the button that was swiftly becoming your archnemesis. You took a moment to run your palms down his bare thighs as his pants dropped away, the corded muscle twitching beneath your touch. His briefs tented in front of your face as he stood to kick his socks away, his cheeks blushing a violent red as he glanced at the awe in your eyes.
You couldn’t help it.
He was just so cute and so pretty and almost completely naked, standing over you, suddenly averting his gaze as if feeling particularly vulnerable.
You exhaled slowly, running your fingertips from his hips to his knees, dragging them back up to hook beneath the waistband of his underwear. The sharp shadows hugging his frame made him appear even more statuesque, the lamplight cutting across pale flesh and accentuating every muscle flexed beneath as he gasped in anticipation – a quiet noise, the perfect accompaniment to the soft ballad crackling from the turntable.
Your eyes widened as you gently removed his last article of clothing. Standing proud, gleaming in the warm light that painted your bodies, was the prettiest dick you had ever seen.
“Pretty...” You breathed, the word catching on the tip of your tongue. You had to exhaust mental effort to wrench your eyes away from the sight, to watch Toge scoff at your words.
“Bonito flakes,” He pouted, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck.
Oh god.
What were you doing?
“ I mean,” Stammering, you pressed a kiss to the smooth plane of his pelvis, “That’s a compliment. It’s just... I don’t know, really aesthetically pleasing, you know?”
“Tuna mayo,” His mischievous grin returned in full force, his erection twitching at the praise, and you allowed your gaze to focus on the member that was fully making you salivate.
You busied yourself by devoting all of your – validly preoccupied– mental capacity to worshipping every inch of the stunning man before you. The man who said so much by saying so little, the man who liked the way you sang, the way you danced, the man who had saved your life with three simple words.
You liked him so much.
Your tongue laving over the dip where his right leg met his hip, you allowed your fingers to ghost down his treasure trail, hovering just over the base of his dick.
The anxious thoughts were polluting your previously blissful exploration of Toge’s body before you could force them away. What if you weren’t good at this? What if you were moving too slowly? What if you couldn’t take all of him in your mouth? It had been some time since you last tested your gag reflex... And, oh no, what if your teeth got in the way???
Just as you were about to touch him, to take it upon yourself to provide him with pleasure, no matter your proficiency in the skill, you felt his thumb brush your temple.
His hand cupped your chin and you stilled, panic overriding your system. Was this not good? Were you making a fool of yourself? Sure, it had been a while, but it wasn’t like you were completely inexperienced.
Oh my god, was he about to take back everything and leave?
He crouched down so you could talk face to face, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. A hesitant smile graced his pretty features. “Mustard leaf?”
Ah. So he had noticed you were – kind of, sort of, definitely – freaking out.
“Yeah! I’m okay. I’m, just, uh, that is...” You willed yourself to shut up. “I think I’m a little stuck in my head.”
He hummed, eyes conflicted and lips pursed, peering into your soul. “Bonito flakes,” He gestured to the couch, to the TV. He was giving you an out.
“No!” You fumbled over the words, “I mean, um, I want to... uh,” You took a deep breath in, steadying yourself. “I want to give you head but I’m scared I won’t be good at it.”
You could tell he was trying to hold back laughter.
Asshole.
“Hey! It’s not as easy as porn makes it look, okay?” You lifted your hands in an attempt to hide your face, but Toge caught your wrists. He clutched your fingers with his own, fixing you with a comforting gaze. You knew you were doe-eyed, staring at him all googly-like, like he was the best thing in the whole world.
(And so what if you did think that?)
“Tuna,” He nodded, more so to himself than you, the confidence returning to his features like he had found what he had been looking for in your eyes. He gestured between the two of you, pointing to where your hearts rested in your chests. “Tuna mayo.”
“I trust you,” You murmured, impressed that you even knew what he was trying to say.
“Spicy cod roe.” Another dazzling grin.
“You think you can help, eh?”
“Salmon.”
“Alright,” And just like that, you were smiling again.
There was a beat, a pause, a moment of time where you simply looked into each other’s eyes. He was pensive, worrying his bottom lip, a tiny crease appearing between his brows, barely visible beneath his mop of silky hair.
“It’s okay.” You found it funny that you were the one reassuring him, now. A tiny voice in your head told you what he was going to do, and you weren’t lying – it was okay. He wouldn’t hurt you. He was going to help.
Carefully, he leaned in.
At first, you thought he was going for a kiss, but he slid right past you. His warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, sending an enjoyable shiver down your spine, he spoke, “ Relax.”
It was as if a switch had been flipped inside you, your muscles relieving their tension instantly, your body becoming significantly less rigid. You felt your heart rate slow to a far more appropriate pace than its previous pounding, your breath circulating through your lungs with ease.
It was as though you had just sat back in a warm bath, the water lapping at your tired frame, sending you into a comfortable trance.
Your eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips to yours, pouring all his care and adoration directly into your soul. Fingers flew from your hands to the nape of your neck, to cradle your check, to card through your hair. So careful, as if you were something delicate, and you responded like putty in his gentle grasp.
This time, when he stood up – his beautiful member bobbing with the movement and returning to your eye level – you weren’t nearly as concerned about what was coming next.
You nodded when he peered down at you, seeking consent once more.
“Suck me off.”
There were no thoughts this time.
Your head was pleasantly empty.
You obeyed.
Brain (and jaw) unhinged, you pushed forward, desperate to taste him, to pleasure him. Savoring the weight of his member pressing on your tongue, the way his tip nudged against the back of your throat, you closed your lips around him. You hummed in delight as you flicked the underside of his shaft with the tip of your tongue.
The soft moan that escaped his lips sent a thrill directly to your aching core.
You could feel him tremble from where your fingers curled around his hips bucking into the warmth of your mouth. His breathing labored, he gripped the back of your head with just enough force, guiding his dick to the back of your throat, again and again. Your lips coated in the slick of saliva, you slid up and down his length with ease, your tongue enthusiastically exploring every glorious inch of him.
It was fascinating, you considered, barely able to hang onto the thought as you devoured Toge, the words bouncing against your skull as your head bobbed in an eager rhythm. It was as if your gag reflex had completely disappeared, his erection sliding deep into your wet, hot mouth with no resistance. There was no twitch of your throat, no anxious tickle causing you to splutter and choke.
No, you took him confidently and comfortably, your muscles entirely relaxed from his previous command.
He hadn’t been kidding when he had said he could help.
Your whole body felt warm, but not the usual tense heat that you had previously experienced from arousal. You were used to feeling as if a spring inside you, nestled just below your abdomen, was coiling, gathering energy, twisting tighter and tighter and begging for someone, anyone, to let it go, let it bounce back to its initial shape and release the pent-up heat in a powerful orgasm.
This was... different.
In fact, you weren’t sure your body was even able to tense up, at all . You felt like liquid, like fluid jell-o that had yet to cool and take shape. You felt hot, but unlike a sparking fire, it was more of a boiling, molten lava. It crept through your eased muscles, oozing to the tips of your toes, your fingers, your tongue. As you lapped at the tip of Toge’s slit, your curious hands wandering to grip the base of his erection, to fondle his balls, you could feel the burning heat practically dripping between your legs.
He tasted so good. He smelt so good. He sounded – oh so – good.
Every little whine was so sweet. Every quiet grunt so desperate. Every low moan meant for you and only you. He was melting at your touch, at the ministrations of your mouth, and you were loving it.
You rubbed your thighs together where you knelt on the ground, eager for some sort of friction against your burning skin. Even then, your muscles simply pushed together with little strength, and you were left unsatisfied – not that it mattered much. Your command was to suck him off, and that was the only thought anchored in your mind.
Toge’s pace quickened, and you followed suite, your movements steady and consistent while he grew increasingly frantic. You could feel his pulse in the walls of your mouth, on the tip of your tongue, in the back of your throat, throbbing through his member as he neared his climax.
With a stuttered exhale, you felt him burst, both hands pressing on either side of your head as if he clutched a very important cursed object – the kind that Panda had told you about.
You immediately decided that now was not the time to be thinking about Panda.
Wiping your lips with the back of your hand as you let him out of your mouth, you squeaked in surprise when you were tugged to your feet, your chest pressed flush against Toge’s, his arms circling you in a tight embrace.
“Mustard leaf?” He murmured against your neck, peppering kisses up to your jaw.
“Yeah,” You breathed, throat feeling only a little worn, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
And then his lips were eagerly slotted against yours, his tongue flicking into your mouth, his fingers stripping your pants from your hips with impressive speed. You could read the hunger in his movements – he was far from satiated. You whimpered as he sucked on your bottom lip, as he lifted your legs around his waist the moment your meddlesome clothes were discarded and plopped you onto your bed.
Toge loomed over you, violet eyes hazy with lust, dark with desire. His silvery hair was disheveled, some strands plastered against his forehead while others reached for the heavens, and his fair skin was flushed a deep rose. His torso glistened with the slightest sheen of sweat, making him sparkle as if he was cast in gold leaf. Your entire body broke out in gooseflesh.
You wanted him to touch you.
You wanted him so badly.
His boyish grin told you he could read you like a book. His gaze lingered on your legs folded in front of him, raked over your torso and chest, savored your kiss-swollen lips and your blown pupils and the way your hair splayed over the pillow like a halo, before resting on the headboard behind you.
You craned your neck to eye the metal frame that had captured his attention. “Ah, you want to tie me up?” Another surge of heat flooded your body at the thought. You giggled, “I have a tie from an old waitressing gig in the closet if you want to use that...”
“Bonito flakes,” He whispered, leaning against your propped up legs to guide your hands to the closest bars in the frame. You closed your fingers around the rods, unable to tear your gaze away from the heated look in his pretty eyes. “Don’t let go.”
You held back a snort. As if you would even consider that.
This time you anticipated the strange feeling of having no control over your body. It wasn’t a bad feeling, per se, simply unusual. You figured that it would be absolutely terrifying if the circumstances were different, but you had to admit, in the presence of a gorgeous man who had made sure you were comfortable, it was downright hot.
You knew you were bound to the headboard now, visible shackles or not.
“Spread your legs.”
Your thighs flew open before his command had fully registered in your brain. It was then that you realized that his previous order to relax had worn off. Your muscles were contracting naturally now, your legs tensing in anticipation.
Sliding his hips between your thighs, he leaned over you, pale lashes dusting his cheeks. He cupped your face, kissing you slowly, before snaking his fingers down your body at an agonizing pace. Your skin was so sensitive, so receptive to his touch. You could feel the spiral pattern of his fingerprints, unique to Toge Inumaki, and as absurd as it seemed, the realization that no one else could ever copy the residual marks on your body was thrilling.
He stretched himself out, leaving his fingers on your chest, pinching at your nipples as he ducked his head to your stomach. He sucked and kissed and licked and bit, over and over again, slipping lower and lower down your abdomen, but never reaching there.
You whimpered, the noise hitching in your throat. The sound was needy, and you would have been embarrassed if it wasn’t for the moan that left Toge’s lips, muffled against your skin, in return. He rested his chin against your pelvis, eyes flicking up to take in your face – twisted in pleasure, little noises tumbling from glistening lips. His tattooed tongue dipped out playfully, making you squeal as he licked the skin of your hip ever so lightly. Turns out, you were a bit ticklish.
You longed to grab his head, to tangle your fingers in those smooth blonde strands and direct his mouth to your aching center, to answer your pleading body. But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, how desperately you willed yourself to relinquish your grasp on the bed frame, your limbs ignored you completely, obedient to Toge and only Toge.
The little shit was taking full advantage of the situation.
And you weren’t sure if he was being mean or unbelievably kind.
(Your heart knew it was the latter.)
When he was thoroughly satisfied with the careful examination of your upper body, he turned his attention to your inner thighs. Here, he was rough. He bit harder, he sucked for longer, and he was vocal. He took the sensitive skin of your legs between his teeth, his hands gripping your hips as if he was just as bound to you as you were to the headboard. As he made a show of rolling his tattooed tongue out of his mouth to lick over the reddened marks, he hummed in appreciation, a low vibration that tumbled from his throat and made your skin tingle.
“Toge,” His name spilled out like a prayer, reverence in the song you sang ad infinitum, “Toge! Please!”
The corners of his lips twitched upwards; his stare pleased. “Again. Say my name,” and then he dived down, flattening his tongue along your slick folds in one confident stroke.
You wondered just how much leeway his words provided as a high pitched mewl rang through your apartment. Though, since your throat did not resist, you assumed that squealing his name did indeed count as saying his name in general.
He reached up to fondle your chest, busying his hands as his mouth explored your arousal. The tip of his tongue flicked against your clitoris, making you gasp and squirm under the control of his words. And once he was content with the placement of his mouth, sucking hungrily on your sensitive nub, he allowed his fingers to trace along your thighs, leading up to your throbbing entrance.
The inclusion of his fingers, combined with his gentle ministrations at the crest of your core, had you calling out for a higher being you previously hadn’t believed existed. Waves upon waves of pleasure were crashing against your shore, that spring in your gut finally reaching its limit. It was coiled so tight, and god, you couldn’t wait for it to let go.
Toge angled his finger just right and -
The ecstasy that rocketed through your body had every single muscle seizing. You trembled on the bed, unconsciously grasping the bed frame as your spine curled and you screamed out in rapture. The mattress creaked, the metal headboard rattling against the wall of your apartment, and you were fairly positive that your neighbors knew exactly what you were up to.
(They were probably relieved you had finally gotten some.)
But you didn’t care if the whole world could hear you. No, because Toge had you squealing like a cat in heat and nothing else mattered. You came fast and hard, and you could feel his grin against your core as he eagerly drank in all of you.
You hadn’t expected the sight of your beautiful lover, emerging from between your thighs, chin glistening in your juices, to be so alluring.
He straightened up, kneeling between your legs, and a giddy laugh permeated the sex-thick air between you.
You were eyeing that pretty cock – erect again – and giggling madly. “Not done yet, are we?”
“Caviar,” Toge was just as amused, shrugging once before scooping your calves onto his shoulders, stretching your torso perfectly from the bed frame to his pelvis. Lifting your hips, strong hands holding you up with ease, he buried himself within you.
You moaned as you felt your inner walls stretch, the sensation a welcome burn as he thrust his hips against your entrance. He beamed down at you – eyes squinting with that signature playfulness you had come to expect from Toge Inumaki – and you squirmed against his verbal hold once more. You longed to touch him, to give yourself some leverage as you tried to wiggle your hips and grind against him. Alas, you couldn’t let go of the headboard, no matter how hard you tried, and your ass was in Toge’s hands now.
You knew you were not entirely powerless, here. One word and he would stop, instantly. You knew. You trusted him.
However, you did not want him to stop, and your lack of control was unexpectedly stimulating.
He set the pace andthe breath was immediately pushed from your lungs.
So this was how it was going to be, eh? Relentless.
You keened as he thrust into you, rough and hard and fast. His hips snapped, accompanied by the occasional grunt, a low moan here and there. Your feet flopped in the air as he pulled you against him again and again, your body entirely unresponsive to your will. You were his to be used whichever way he pleased.
You felt like you were being fucked senseless, unable to form any coherent thoughts that weren’t just Toge, Toge, Toge. He jackhammered into you over and over and you had to actively try to stop your tongue from lolling out of your mouth, to stop the drool from dribbling down your chin as you relished in the sensation of him buried deep inside you.
He leaned forward then, folding you in half, bending your knees to your ears as he rested his forehead against yours.
The fire blazed in his eyes as he uttered one last command. “Cum.”
(You felt that, since he had worked for the first orgasm, you wouldn’t consider that move cheating.)
And then you jumped off the cliff together, hand in hand, your voices harmonizing in a wordless song as pleasure wracked through your bodies. Collapsing on top of you, Toge covered your face with kisses, his hands flitting up to pry your fingers from the headboard with a soft, “Let go.”
Neither of you bothered retrieving your clothes, instead choosing to catch your breath in silence, curled in towards each other, knees knocking together unceremoniously.
“Hey, um,” You offered him a smile, sure that you looked like a flustered mess, “I like you a lot.”
He exhaled sharply through that pretty nose of his (He was just so pretty, okay?!), “Bonito flakes.”
“You think I’m lying?!” You pushed his shoulder, “Don’t be silly. You’re amazing.”
He chose to snuggle into your chest, his silky hair tickling your collarbones, in lieu of responding.
***
You were both awoken by a meddlesome buzzing coming from your bedside table.
“Caviar,” Toge mumbled, his voice slurred and tired. He lifted your sheets over his head.
You rolled over to investigate, blinking sleep out of bleary eyes. “What the fuck?”
Since the lock screen on the phone performing a morning jig was unfamiliar – in fact it looked to be a meme of a dog with a watermelon on its head – you figured that it was Toge who was needed, not you.
You dropped the phone on his head, buried beneath silk bedding.
“Spicy cod roe,” His tongue poked out from between his lips as he groggily attempted to unlock his phone.
Rolling into your warmth, he allowed you to be the big spoon. You hooked your chin over his shoulder as he held up his phone, scrolling slowly through the plethora of missed messages in what seemed to be a group chat of the very gang that had originally stepped into the bar on that one fateful night.
You went to avert your eyes and roll away, but he held onto your wrist. “Tuna tuna,” He chuckled, craning his neck to raise an eyebrow.
Understanding that he wanted you to read along, you settled in, draped around him, and read the messages.
- 11:43pm – call me maki in in gojo we trust 🙏
Toge.
Why are your students outside my apartment building.
- 11:50pm – call me maki in in gojo we trust 🙏
Toge
Where are you
This is not funny
Did you give them my address? They want to spar???
It’s midnight, you asshole.
- 12:05am – call me maki in in gojo we trust 🙏
I swear to fucking god that I will rip out your tongue if you don’t answer me
Just try to curse me then, fuckhead
- 12:08am – call me maki in in gojo we trust 🙏
Btw your students are weak
Ieiri has her work cut out for her.
- 6:03am – bear hands in in gojo we trust 🙏
LOL
My bad
- 6:06am – call me maki in in gojo we trust 🙏
Panda.
You have 60 seconds to elaborate before I make myself a bear skin rug
- 6:07am – yuuji-oh in in gojo we trust 🙏
Does it still count as a bear skin rug if he’s not a panda?
- 6:07am - 🔨nobara 💅 in in gojo we trust 🙏
Shut up yuuji, not now. it’s just getting good.
- 6:08am – call me maki in in gojo we trust 🙏
Time's up. Hope you’re ready for a playful cloud to the face.
- 6:08am – yuuji-oh in in gojo we trust 🙏
Maki! You know he can’t type fast 😔
- 6:09am – call me maki in in gojo we trust 🙏
Sucks to suck.
- 6:10am – bear hands in in gojo we trust 🙏
Toge needed the night off for important things and the students came to me and I thought it would be funny if I sent them to you
For the LOLs
^ what yuuji said 👊
- 6:11am – call me maki in in gojo we trust 🙏
Alright, say your prayers. I’m coming for you.
- 7:30am – yuuji-oh in in gojo we trust 🙏
Is panda alive?
- 7:45am – call me maki in in gojo we trust 🙏
No.
*sent a photo attachment*
You chuckled as Toge opened the photo of Panda cowering at Maki's boots, a welt on his head.
- 8:22am – yuuji-oh in in gojo we trust 🙏
Okay phew
- 8:23am – yuuji-oh in in gojo we trust 🙏
Wait what was Toge doing last night???
- 8:24 am – bear hands in in gojo we trust 🙏
👉👌
- 8:24am - 🔨 nobara 💅 in in gojo we trust 🙏
Lol yeah. Right. Sure.
Next thing you knew, the two of you were on full display, reflected on his screen through the front facing camera.
Toge frowned, his eyes narrowed sleepily.
You awkwardly raised a peace sign.
- 8:30am – toge party in in gojo we trust 🙏
*sent a photo attachment*
- 8:30am - 🔨 nobara 💅 in in gojo we trust 🙏
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- 8:31am – yuuji-oh in in gojo we trust 🙏
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- 8:32am - 🐺 m. fushiguro left in gojo we trust 🙏
- 8:32 am – yuuji-oh in in gojo we trust 🙏
*added 🐺 m. fushiguro to in gojo we trust 🙏*
- 8:33am - 🐺 m. fushiguro in in gojo we trust 🙏
Ah.
- 8:35am - 🔨nobara💅 in in gojo we trust 🙏
Toge. Address. Now.
- 8:36am – yuuji-oh in in gojo we trust 🙏
I’ll bring donuts!
A low groan left Toge’s throat, his drowsy eyes flicking to you, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of you with your chin hooked over his shoulder. You were positive that he was regarding you from a very unflattering angle – all nostrils and lips, probably – but the affection in his gaze had you feeling like he was admiring the Mona Lisa. How did you get so lucky?
He sighed, thumbs hovering over his phone screen. He started to type out an answer, telling the group to fuck off, but another message popped up before he could hit send.
- 8:40am - 🔨 nobara 💅 in in gojo we trust
Address, Toge! If you don’t answer, we’ll just get Megumi’s doggo to track you down.
You laughed, planting a kiss on Toge’s bare shoulder – his skin was so soft, so warm – as you straightened up. You forced yourself not to fall victim to the whine of protest that escaped his lips. How were you supposed to get out of bed when he was so cute and comfy and AH! You could happily spend your whole day snuggled up with him, but it seemed his friends were not going to let that happen.
“I’ll put on a pot of coffee.” You were just about to tug a random shirt from your dresser when your vision was obscured by soft fabric, hitting you smack in the face.
You raised an eyebrow at the lump in your bed, violet eyes poking out from where he had burrowed deeper into the sheets. “You want me to wear your sweater?”
“Salmon,” The resounding croak was muffled by the linens wrapped around him.
You didn’t need to be asked twice. In fact, you weren’t sure this morning could get any better – what with cuddles and the scent of flowers and cherry and Toge wrapped around you in the form of his baggy crewneck. Though, then you realized you were also getting donuts, and entertainment in the form of your... boyfriend’s? Partner’s? Lover’s? Eccentric friends, thus proving that your day was improving at a rate you hadn’t thought possible.
When two slender arms wound their way around your waist, lips pressing to the crown of your head as you started the coffee maker, you found yourself leaning back into the embrace with ease. It felt so natural. So right.
You spun around in his arms, burying your nose into his neck.
Three sharp knocks on the door.
“TOGE INUMAKI! LET US IN YOU LITTLE HO!”
His throat vibrated with laughter, tickling your face. Your own giggle harmonized with ease.
As he went to let your guests in, your gaze lingered on his broad shoulders in the simple t-shirt he had worn beneath his sweater, the way the fabric peeled away from his slim waist, the oversized garment hanging below his hips. The morning light shining through your windows caught in his silky hair, the back of his head an unruly mess that he had yet to tame. You watched his movements, so agile and swift, as if he was dancing across the room to music only he could hear.
Except you could hear it too.
So come on.
And as he looked back at you, one hand on the doorknob and violet eyes shining with so much joy, you couldn’t help but think that you would never tire of his sound.