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—— ༝ᝰ٠࣪⭑ madly in love with a certain brown-haired, 5'7, scout commander. . .

—— ✦⚽︎༉‧₊˚. have you ever written fanfiction with your life on the line ?!

—— ༝ᝰ٠࣪⭑ fandoms; JJK + AOT ( not spoiler-free ! ! ! )

(18+)waking up with choso after your engagement!(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⋆˚࿔

The morning after Choso had proposed to you was almost as memorable as the night before— like the universe had known to make everything perfect.

You were woken up to the soft patter of rain against your window, and despite the rain, the sun was still out, illuminating your room. Choso’s heavy arm was draped over your waist, his chest to your back, and his head resting against your shoulder.

Rolling over, you put your hand up, staring at the shining engagement ring Choso had slipped onto your hand just yesterday. It was beautiful; custom-made, because, according to your fiancé, you “deserved something nobody else had.”

“You like it?” Choso murmured, head in the crook of your neck, looking up at the diamond on your hand. You let out a hum of approval. “I love it, Cho, m’ never gonna take it off.” You smiled, rolling over to face him, his arms wrapping around your waist as you cupped his face.

You pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, and then another against his lips, tongue slipping into his mouth, entangling your legs with his as you pushed yourself against him. “Can’t believe it,” Choso said softly, pulling away from the kiss and pushing a strand of hair out of your face, “You’re my fiancée.” He whispered, staring at you appreciatively. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss between your eyebrows.

“Mhm, I can tell how excited you are.” You said with a laugh, pressing against him as you looked down suggestively. Chosos' cheeks turned red, shoving his face into your neck. “Can’t control it,” he muttered, “You’re beautiful, especially in the mornings.” He said quietly, “Feels like m’ dreaming.”

“You aren’t dreaming, Cho.” You laughed, hand sliding down the waistband of your fiancés plaid pajama pants, palming his growing erection. He let out a groan, biting down on your shoulder. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, sliding upwards as you pressed your thumb against the tip.

“I remember when we first met,” you said dreamily, looking down at your fiancé. “Oh god, don’t remind me.” He muttered. Your hand began pumping his cock slowly. “We’re getting married. I’m gonna remind you for the rest of your life.” You teased, “Remember, it took you 3 weeks to realize I was flirting with you.”

“I,” Choso began, pausing to let out a quiet groan, his grip on your waist tightening as your hand began pumping faster. “M’ sorry I didn’t,' he paused, letting out a gasp "Realize.” He whispered through gritted teeth, his hips beginning to thrust into your hand.

You two stayed like that for a while, your hand pumping as his movements got more erratic. “Fuck!“ Choso moaned, letting out a quiet whimper as he finished, pulling you into him as he rode out his high.

His hand moved to the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as his movements slowed. As you pulled away, you smiled at him, hand cupping his cheek, the diamond on your ring finger glittering in the light, the metal cool against your fiancé's skin.

“Can’t wait to marry you,” Choso whispered, staring at you. It looked like there were hearts in his eyes. You let out a laugh. “We just got engaged Cho.” You said, letting out a squeal as he rolled on top of you, arms tightening around you. “Should’ve just eloped yesterday.” He said, pressing light kisses against your neck.

You let out another laugh, and Choso couldn’t help but feel lucky knowing that the sound would be the soundtrack to the rest of his life.

giving higuruma a tongue piercing?! ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!✦༉‧₊˚.

HIGURUMA DIDN'T KNOW how you'd convinced him to do this— maybe it’s because he didn’t want you to realize he wasn’t as cool as you thought he was, maybe it’s simply because you were you, his gorgeous girlfriend, dyed hair, glittery eyeshadow, piercings he adored; or maybe it’s just because he was utterly smitten with you, unable to say 'no' to anything you asked.

You had him sitting on the rim of your bathtub; his shirt was unbuttoned, legs spread wide so you could stand between them, your gloved hand gripping his face, forcing him to look up at you. "Baby, relax," You said, pulling his lip down with your thumb. "If we're gonna pierce it, you need to stick out your tongue and trust me, Hiromi." You said softly, looking down at him with those damned eyes—the ones he hadn't learned to say no to.

"Alright, alright, just, lemme," He muttered, grabbing your wrists and sliding your arms down so they'd wrap around his neck, one hand finding your waist and the other wrapping around the nape of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss— his tongue was warm, moving in sync against yours, before he sucked your tongue into his mouth. "Dunno," He said, pressing another kiss against your mouth, "How,” another kiss, “m' gonna live without this." He said between kisses, his hand sliding to cup your ass.

You pulled away, hand moving to grip his chin. “You’ll be fine; it’s just for a few weeks.” You said, pressing a light kiss against his mouth. “I’m worried the firm will have a problem with it.” You muttered quietly, even tho Higuruma had long made partner, some rules even he couldn’t break.

“It’ll be fine,” Higuruma said, “I’m not sticking my tongue out at work.” He muttered, tired eyes looking up at you. A small laugh bubbled out of you, moving away from him momentarily to grab the sterilized needle and clamp off the bathroom vanity.

“Ready?” You asked, looking down at him. He’d responded by lolling out his tongue. You took the clamp and lined it up over where you’d drawn your marker, nerves eating at you— you’d done this before, of course, but never on someone as important as your boyfriend. Gently, you pressed the needle on top of the marker— taking a deep breath, you then pushed it all the way through, reaching behind you, you set down the clamp and grabbed the small silver piercing off of the bathroom vanity, threading it through the hole.

“Okay! Done.” You said excitedly, looking down at your boyfriend’s watery eyes. “Hiromi, I’m sorry!” You gasped, hand cupping his face. “Did it hurt?” You asked, moving to sit down on his lap, concern etched in every line on your face. He stared at you for a second, pausing before answering, “A little.” Higuruma said the piercing giving him a slight lisp. “M’ okay tho, you did great.” He added, staring up at you as you wiped one of his eyes with your thumb.

“Lemme see.” You said softly; he obliged, sticking out his tongue, a shiny metal ball in the middle of his mouth. You let out an appreciative hum. “It looks great, Hiromi.” You said with a smile, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “I love it.” You whispered, pulling back to look at him. “I know you can’t kiss,” you said softly, hand moving to rest on his chest. “But, I can.” You said, smiling at him as you began moving off his lap and onto your knees.

Higuruma Hiromi decided that getting his tongue pierced was one of the best decisions he’d made all year.