swaggin

the heavy scent of clinical disinfectant had your hands trembling before you even stepped through the double doors. you squeezed martin’s hand so tight your knuckles were practically white, but he didn’t complain for a single second. instead, his thumb just kept rubbing slow, soothing circles over the back of your hand, his gentle presence holding you together while your brain was actively trying to execute a three-step evacuation plan.

“hey,” he murmured softly, bending down until his forehead bumped gently against yours. “look at me, baby. you’re doing so good. i’m right here, okay? if you need to pass out, just try to aim away from my new shoes, okay? don’t get dirt on them.” he joked. 

you cracked a tiny, stressed laugh, taking a shaky breath as the nurse finally called your name from the doorway.

“miss yn?” she called. 

martin pulled you with him towards the room. 

sitting on the examination table felt like waiting for a severe sentence. your breath caught in your throat the moment you saw the nurse prepping the tray, the faint glint of the needle making your stomach pull a full backflip.

martin immediately swooped in and blocked your entire line of vision like a human shield. he stepped right between you and the tray, cupping your face in his warm hands so you had no choice but to look at his ridiculous, handsome face instead.

“keep your beautiful wattpad-describable orbs on me, baby,” he instructed smoothly, his voice a steady anchor, already speaking again before you could laugh at his stupid joke. “do not look over there. there’s nothing over there except boring medical posters. focus on my voice. tell me what we’re eating tonight. what’s the plan, captain?”

“i—i don’t know, maybe pasta?” you stammered, your eyes widening with panic as you heard the cap of the needle clatter on the tray.

“pasta sounds amazing,” he smiled, his dimples popping, doing absolute heavy lifting to keep your attention. “we can make that garlic bread you like, grab the biggest blanket we own, and basically rot on the couch for the rest of the night—”

“all done!” the nurse announced cheerfully, gently slapping a small band-aid onto your upper arm.

you blinked. there was a sharp, annoying sting trailing behind the prick, but before your brain could even process the indignity of it all, martin was already pressing a dramatic, squishy kiss to the side of your head.

“see? absolute cake walk. you were so brave,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you like you had just survived a gladiatorial arena, being extraordinarily careful not to touch your freshly jabbed shoulder. “you did so good, baby. i’m putting a gold star on your forehead later.”

by the time you two actually made it back to the apartment, the dull ache in your arm had blossomed into a full-blown, throbbing soreness. trying to move your arm even two inches felt like attempting to lift a concrete block with a toothpick. it was officially a decorative limb—useless. kaput.

you flopped onto the sofa with an exaggerated, dying groan, letting your bad arm hang limp at your side like a sad noodle.

“mars,” you whined dramatically into the couch cushions. “my arm has passed away. it’s gone. frame it and put it on the wall.”

he walked into the living room holding a glass of water, paracetamol, and a cold pack neatly wrapped in a fluffy dish towel.

“rest in peace, yn’s arm, you served us well,” he chuckled softly, setting the glass on the coffee table and carefully sitting down next to you like you were made of fragile glass. “how’s the patient doing? on a scale from one to dramatic?” he asked softly, gently placing the wrapped ice pack right against your sore shoulder.

“it feels like a truck ran over my arm, took a breath, and then backed over it again,” you pouted, wincing as you tried and failed to shift your position. “i literally can’t lift it. i’m invalid now. you have to feed me food yourself.”

martin’s expression melted into pure, mushy tenderness. he held the ice pack in place so you wouldn’t have to strain a single muscle, leaning down until his nose brushed your cheek.

then, with zero hesitation and the biggest grin on his face, he leaned over and pressed a long, soft kiss right next to the bright band-aid on your sleeve. he pulled back just an inch, looking up at you through his eyelashes with the most absurd, sweet smile.

“can i kiss it better?” he asked, using his absolute highest-pitched puppy voice. “does the magic doctor kiss help with the big scary pain?”

you wheezed, snorting out a laugh that completely broke your pitiful act. “you’re so stupid, oh my god. but… maybe a little bit.”

“thought so. science has nothing on me,” he declared proudly, shifting so he could pull you against his side without disturbing your shoulder.

by the time late night rolled around, the heavy post-vaccine fatigue finally hit you like a ton of bricks. your eyelids felt heavy, your body felt like lead, and all you wanted was to dive into bed and sleep for twelve hours.

the problem? as soon as you climbed under the covers, muscle memory kicked in. you immediately tried to roll over onto your favorite side—which just so happened to be the exact side of your vaccinated arm.

the moment your weight hit the tender muscle, a sharp zap of pain shot through your shoulder.

“ow! fuck—” you hissed, jerking back instantly.

“woah, woah, careful, baby—” martin said quickly, his hands darting out to catch your waist before you could crush your own arm again.

“i can’t sleep on my other side, mars,” you whined softly, the exhaustion and lingering ache making you feel overly sensitive and grumpy. you buried your face in your hands. “it feels completely wrong. i literally only sleep on this side. i’m going to be awake forever.”

“hey, hey, don’t cry over bad side-sleeping,” he murmured gently, climbing into bed beside you and propping himself up against a stack of pillows.

he carefully pulled you toward his chest, angling your body so you were resting securely against his side while your sore arm remained completely elevated and untouched on a plush pillow next to him. he tucked the duvet snugly around your shoulders, making a cozy little nest so you couldn’t accidentally roll over in your sleep.

“how’s this, my dramatic little baby?” he whispered, his long fingers carefully threading through your hair, massaging your scalp in slow, rhythmically soothing sweeps. “is this acceptable for the sleeping princess?”

wrapped up in his warmth, listening to the steady, comforting thrum of his heartbeat under your ear, the throb in your shoulder slowly drifted into the background.

“...it’s pretty good, i guess,” you mumbled, your voice slurring slightly as sleep finally claimed you.

“good,” he chuckled quietly, resting his chin on top of your head and tightening his hold just enough to make you feel safe. “get some sleep, baby. i’ll guard the noodle arm all night.”

© hyuneskkami ❦

you looked over at him for the thousandth time. none of your actions were intentional for him to notice you, but you knew that him not acknowledging you for the past hour was making you upset.

he laid above the two sets of blankets, with his left arm nested beneath the back of the head and his right hand gripping onto the phone. his eyes were locked onto the blasting bright video that didn't fit the environment of the warm, cozy, and slightly annoying room.

his hood was on, looking so relaxed as ever, as you caught the slight purse of his lips he had due to his focusing. his hair was slightly messy from underneath the hood, as the collar of the hoodie was rested comfortably onto his chin. and unfortunately, you thought he looked so cute.

you rolled your eyes, turning your head to look at the blank beige wall, forming a pout of your own onto your lips.

you brought your foot up to the wall for the sake of your entertainment and your boredom, sliding it side to side onto the cold wall, creating loud, harsh sounds throughout the room.

and keonho still didn't budge. at this point, every deep sigh, every loud shuffling of the sheets you had made, every big movement you made with sitting up and dramatically falling back down, the occasional glances at him, and the whole foot on the wall — it all felt intentional and he still hadn't brought a single, simple glance towards you.

you wanted to speak, you wanted to complain, you wanted to let out a remark of your failure within the relationship and that he's ignoring you for a reason — just to simply get his attention. but you didn't, nor did you want to. you wanted his attention through his spite and not by your own.

your foot fell harshly onto the bed, creating a loud ruffled sound against the blanket, causing your foot to slightly bounce from the impact. you rushed to shuffle onto your side, laying your head on both palms of your hands, now staring at his side profile.

he remained relaxed, and unsurprisingly in the same position as when you last looked at him. was he in a whole new world that he can't even smile or peek at his annoyed girlfriend ? what was so special about the youtube video he was watching.

your gaze stilled on him, clearly with beg and fury. your pout was still heavy on your lips. you tried to get your mind to connect to his so he could feel your stare onto him, just to make simple eye contact. you needed something; his touch on you, his eyes on you, the gentle smile he always makes towards you — his whole attention is what you begged for.

but nothing worked.

you closed your eyes, shoving your face deep into your palms as you groaned — and this groan had intention behind it. you stayed deep into your hands, ears ready to hear a shuffle from him. but nothing was heard beside the annoying audio. you peeked from your hands, eyeing keonho, and he still had not budged.

you took matters into your own hands. you were tired of relaxing with nothing held against you, nothing fullfilling your needs. your phone was charging in the kitchen, leaving you to lay with nothing. it was like this whole time keonho was bragging that his phone was charged and actually had something to do. and to make things worse, your own boyfriend didn't even bother with you for the past hour.

you scooted closer to him until your side met the side of his body. you rested your cheek on his shoulder, draping your arm across his chest, as well as draping your leg over his waist. you held on so tightly, that it made you feel butterflies that you felt like you hadn't had in awhile.

you let out a breath, a breath that screamed success simply because you had him.

you watched his screen, not really caring with the video. your pout was still on your lips, but the heaviness of it died down. your breathing became ragged and your heart started rapidly beating. you were so sure that he could feel it on his side.

you nested your cheek deeper into his neck line, the top of your head almost butting his cheek. within that movement, he brought his arm from underneath his head and wrapped it around your back, his hand resting on your shoulder blade.

you let out a smile, it was finally working for you and you loved every second of it.

but that simple touch wasn't enough. where was the head and forehead kisses he gave you every cuddle session. why wasn't his hand reaching towards your chin to bring your face up and plant a teasing kiss on the side of your mouth and then finally a real one on your lips.

it made you slightly angry that he wasn't being his usually clingy self and you knew it had to be a tease. this wasn't the keonho you knew. you always had him hooked around your finger, his attention was always on you.

your eyebrows furrowed from the thought. you looked away from the screen and onto the furniture that was set on the other side of the room. though your touch remained tight and lovingly on his body, you're sure he can't tell what you're feeling right now since your touch didn't reason with your expression.

you looked up at him, your faces so close to each other it made you even eager.

you did something you didn't want to do, something you fought against earlier but it came out so unexpectedly.

"keonho." you whined out quietly. the furrow of your eyebrows came neutral, but your eyes dreamed with hope, and the same pout that screamed begging came back.

he hummed, still not glancing down at you.

you wanted to let out a smile as he finally acknowledged your presence — but at what cost. you hummed back sadly, resting your cheek back down deep into his neck.

you closed your eyes, trying to atleast fall asleep to by pass the internal pain your indulging — the hurt he had caused you. now you understand him and his feelings whenever you pushed him away at times when he just wanted to simply be attached to his girlfriend. it was most likely pay back.

but the clinginess in your body didn't let you rest. the eager that sat in your body wanted you to go all out and try to get back at him. this was not you, you tried to relax your mind to hold yourself back. but clearly your actions won over.

your eyes opened, meeting with the layer of clothing in front of you that covered your first spot. you slightly brought your head up, bringing your fingers to the side of the hood, pushing it back a little to expose the skin of the crook of his neck.

you pushed yourself deeper towards it. your lips rested right above the skin, clearly teasing as you smiled at your actions.

you placed light kisses on it ; just an easy one, two, three times, then resting your cheek back onto his shoulder, your arm casually going back to clinging around his chest.

you felt the way his head leaned slightly back at your touch. he let out a deep breath, clearly affected by the gesture, but his composure remained calm.

you rolled your eyes, as you brought your stare back on the video as your expression turned into pure grump once again.

but you didn't bother to wait any longer or let this go on for much longer than you anticipated.

your head was brought back up from his shoulder, as your eyes locked onto his. he could clearly see you from his peripheral vision, but it's like he wanted to see your next move.

you brought your hand to his chin, stabilizing it as you leaned down quickly pecking the corner of his lips — an action he always does, that you now caught on yourself.

you didn't bother to bring your gaze back up to his face, so you planted a kiss fully on his lips now — multiple in fact. the first one your lips stilled on his own for a bit, then letting go to place small easy ones. you then brought it to his cheek, pecking a bunch around that one area.

and that finally won him over.

he let out a smile, alongside with a string of giggles. he turned his head away from you, but it only brought you closer, still kissing his cheek.

he closed his eyes, his head shifting back to normal but instead he turned over to you, his lips catching your own this time.

he placed his phone down on his waist, shutting it off, as he brought his hand up to your cheek to hold your lips against his. you hummed against his lips at the harsh pressure, forcefully pulling away with a huge smile written on your face now.

the butterflies in your stomach grew louder and made your breath hitch every few seconds. the action, his smile, his touch, his kiss was all you asked for and you finally got it. you had him right where you wanted him to be.

"you're so clingy now." he lowly remarked, his hand still placed onto your cheek as he scanned your face, his eyes dropping to your lips once a while.

"you weren't acknowledging me." you let out a breathy laugh, sadness laced in your voice, as your eyes dropped back down to his lips as well.

he hummed, dragging his thumb across your cheek, this time fully locking his gaze onto your mouth, "now i am."

you guys remained like that for a little bit, indulging in each others beauty. hearts stammered with nerves and affection, as your touch lingered with heat and warmth.

you couldn't help but chuckle nervously at his intense gaze, almost wanting to look away and hide yourself in a hurdle, but it's almost like he caught on and he didn't want you going anywhere.

he brought your face closer to a proper, real kiss. the hand that rested casually on his other shoulder blade snuck up to the back of his neck, getting comfortable with the kiss.

"look who's the clingy one now." he murmured against your lips, pure tease in his tone. "shut up." you replied back in a whisper, as a smile formed on your lips while still meeting with his.

you two where right where you wanted to be. at peace, in love, no distractions, and lost in the moment. good to know that there's no losing each other after that.

ness ˎˊ˗ i'm cheating on juhoon right now so here's this :)

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God, he was the worst. Toji had been your roommate for months now, and every single day was the same routine. Flirty comments, lingering stares, brushing past you in the kitchen way too close. You hated how full of himself he is. Of course he's way too hot for his own good, but you can't find him attractive at all. So ignoring him was your best defense.

You headed straight to your room without another word, shutting the door firmly behind you. Peace, finally.

That peace lasted until around midnight.

A loud thud from the living room jerked you awake. You sat up in bed, heart pounding and grabbed the nearest thing that could pass as a weapon, which happened to be your heavy lamp. Creeping out, you flicked on the light and froze.

There, standing in the middle of the room, was… a woman. Tall, insanely strong-looking, with the same sharp green eyes and messy dark hair, but everything else was different. Curves that filled out what used to be Toji's shirt in ways that made your brain short-circuit. Broad shoulders still, powerful arms, but softer features, full lips and a figure that screamed dangerous beauty. She looked like Toji if someone had remade him into the most stunning woman you'd ever seen.

"What the actual hell?" you whispered.

The woman rubbed the back of her neck, looking equal parts pissed and sheepish. Her voice was still deep but smoother, with a feminine lilt that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine.

"Don't laugh now, I'm the one freaking out."

"Toji, do you do drag? Is that why you work at night?" you teased him, knowing damn well that's not what he did, but the look on his face was enough for your entertainment.

"No, I don't!" he said, rolling his eyes. "Even if I did, I wouldn't appear in the living room in full drag, you dumbass."

You lowered the lamp slowly, stepping closer without thinking. Toji… she… whatever, looked even more striking up close. The way the shirt clung to her chest, you wonder how her boobs might look behind it, the subtle flex of muscle under smooth skin. Your usual irritation disappeared because she was too hot to be mad at her.

"So that's really you, hm..." You circled her once, eyes wide. "Holy shit. You look… I mean, damn."

She raised an eyebrow, sensing something predatory in your eyes. "You're staring. Thought you hated me."

"I do," you shot back, but your voice lacked its usual bite. You stopped right in front of her, close enough to catch the faint scent of sweat and whatever cologne he always wore. "That doesn't mean that you don't look hot as fuck.How does it feel?"

Toji let out a low laugh, crossing her arms under her chest in a way that did not help your focus. "Weird as hell. Balance is off a bit and my... pecs?"

"Breasts. Definitely breasts."

"I don't know how to feel about calling them breasts. They're heavy as fuck."

That's soooo sad. You felt heat creep up your neck, but instead of backing off like usual, you reached out and lightly touched her arm. The muscle was rock hard under your fingers. "Were you always this jacked?"

You look up at her, battling your eyelashes as you hand was fully palming her bicep, pressing it down with your fingers.

"Yes! I've been working out, you know that!" she exclaims, still not understand why you are suddenly so interested in her.

"Hm..." you nod slowly, now wrapping your hand against her wrist. "Let's sit down."

You pull her down on the couch, your thighs pressing together as you keep palming her arm because you cannot stop yourself from touching her. You're waiting for the perfect opportunity to just jump on her and eat her alive.

"How long are you stay like this?" you ask, praying it's forever.

"A few days. A week at most," she tells you, crossing her legs and turning her body so she's fully facing you. Her legs are covered by her sweatpants but you bet she also has the juiciest and strongest thighs ever.

"Oh..." you mumble, looking down a bit sad.

Your fingers trailed up her bicep slowly, feeling the definition there. It was fun, watching her try to keep the attitude while her eyes darkened a little.

"It doesn't hurt, right?" You tilted your head, voice dropping softer.

"No, no," Toji huffs a laugh, her full lips parting. She glances down at your hand on her arm. "You've never touched me this much."

You laugh, heat flooding your face. "Well, you've never looked this hot."

She was the one laughing now, breaking eye contact and even looking flustered. This was ridiculous and thrilling all at once. The guy you'd been dodging for months was now this gorgeous woman standing in your living room and suddenly ignoring her was the last thing on your mind.

"Aren't you curious?" you ask her, now tickling the back of her neck.

"About what?" She blinks, eyebrows furrowing just a little.

"About how some things feel. If I get turned into a man the first thing I would do is find someone to give me a blowjob."

"Oh wow, okay."

"So?" You were still expecting her answer.

You watch her face carefully, your heart hammering against your ribs, Toji shifts on the couch, powerful thighs pressing together under the soft fabric of her sweatpants. Her cheeks have this faint flush now, making her look less intimidating.

"Yeah… maybe," she mutters after a long pause, her voice lower than before. She uncrosses her legs and leans forward a bit, dark green eyes flicking over your face searching for any sign that you're joking. "Being eaten out or whatever. Scissoring, too, if that shit works."

Your pulse spikes. You don't even hesitate. "I could help you with that," you say, voice coming out breathy and eager. "If you want. I'd make it feel really good, Toji."

She stares at you for a second, lips parted. Then a challenging smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. "You serious, roomie? Alright. Show me what you got."

You stand up so fast, grabbing her hand and tugging her toward your bedroom. Her palm is a little rough, bigger than yours even now. The walk down the short hallway feels electric, every step making your skin tingle with anticipation.

"God, you're gorgeous," you whisper, fingers tracing the curve of her waist.

She lets you push her down onto the mattress, and the way her body sinks into it, all that muscle and softness, makes your mouth water. You climb over her, straddling one of her thick thighs as you lean down to kiss her neck.

Toji exhales sharply when your lips brush her collarbone. "Don't get all sappy on me," she grumbles, but her hand comes up to rest on your back anyway.

You smile against her skin and trail kisses lower, pushing up the hem of her shirt. Her tits spill out as you tug the fabric over her head, full and heavy, nipples already pebbled in the cool air.

"These are perfect," you whisper, cupping one in your hand, feeling the weight of it. You squeeze gently, then lean in to drag your tongue over the stiff peak. She tastes clean and a little salty, the soft groan she makes vibrates through her chest.

"Fuck… that feels weird," she breathes, but her back arches, pushing more of her breast into your mouth.

You suck harder, swirling your tongue around the nipple while your fingers play with the other one, pinching and rolling until she's squirming beneath you. Her thighs clench around your leg, you can feel the heat building between them even through her pants.

You spend a long time there, worshipping every inch of her chest. Licking slow circles, nipping lightly with your teeth just to hear her hiss, then soothing it with open-mouthed kisses. Her breathing gets heavier, little sounds slipping out that she tries to swallow back.

Eventually you slide lower, kissing down her stomach, feeling the faint ridges of muscle under the softer layer. You hook your fingers into her sweatpants and panties, peeling them down her strong legs. Her thighs are everything you imagined, thick and powerful, skin smooth where it counts. And between them… god. Her pussy is glistening already, lips puffy and flushed, with a big and swollen clit peeking out at the top. She's tight, you can tell just from looking, the entrance small and inviting.

"Look at you," you say softly, spreading her legs wider and settling between them. You press a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, breathing in her musky scent. "So wet already."

"Shut up," she mutters, but her voice cracks a bit.

You tease her first, because you can't help it. You kiss everywhere but where she wants it most, dragging your tongue along her inner thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin. Your fingers trace light circles around her clit without touching it, watching her hips twitch.

"You like that?" you ask, voice muffled against her skin.

Toji growls low. "Stop fucking teasing and do it."

You grin and finally give in, flattening your tongue and licking a long, slow stripe up her slit. She tastes tangy and addictive. Her whole body jolts. You do it again, savoring the way her juices coat your tongue, then focus on her big clit. You circle it lightly at first, teasing the sensitive bud with the tip of your tongue before flicking it gently.

"Oh shit," she gasps, thighs tensing around your head.

"Breath, pretty," you remind her.

She's so tight you can barely push a finger inside at first, her walls gripping you as you slide it in slowly. You curl it upward while your mouth works her clit, sucking softly then harder, alternating between licks and gentle nibbles.

You keep teasing her the whole time, pulling back to blow cool air on her wet folds just to watch her shiver, then diving back in with more pressure.

"You taste so good, Toji," you mumble against her. "You gonna come for me?"

She tries to stay cool, biting her lip hard, but her hips start rocking against your face. "Nngh fuck, you're… good at this," she admits, voice shaky. Her free hand tangles in your hair, not quite pushing but definitely holding you there.

You add a second finger, stretching her carefully since she's so tight, pumping them in and out while your tongue dances over her clit faster. The sounds are obscene, wet and slick, mixed with her growing moans. She tries to keep quiet at first, but soon she's whining, little desperate noises spilling out as her cool facade cracks completely.

"Right there… d-don't stop, you little shit," she pants, legs shaking. Her clit throbs under your tongue, you tickle it with rapid flicks until her back bows off the bed.

When she comes, it's loud and messy, her pussy clenching hard around your fingers as she floods your mouth. You keep licking her through it, gentler now, until she tugs you up by the hair.

"Enough… holy fuck," she gasps, chest heaving. Her face is flushed deep red, she looks wrecked already and you haven't even gotten to the scissoring yet.

You wipe your chin with the back of your hand and crawl up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on your lips. She kisses back hungrily, hands roaming your body.

"We're not done, baby," you whisper, pulling off your own clothes quickly.

You position yourselves carefully, legs tangled, pussies pressing together. The first slide of her hot, slick folds against yours makes you both moan. She's still sensitive from coming, so when you start grinding, rolling your hips so your clits catch against each other, she jerks.

"Ah… that's… nghh intense," she groans, but she grabs your thigh and pulls you closer, matching your rhythm.

The friction is perfect, wet and slippery, you can feel every little twitch of her body, the way her strong thighs flex as she rocks against you. Her clit grazes with your perfectly, your pussy lips kissing as you take control over her once again.

You reach down to hold her hip, guiding her movements. "God, Toji, you're so fucking hot like this."

Your voices mix in breathy moans and whines. She tries to keep some control, muttering curses under her breath, but soon she's a total mess. Her head falls back, full tits bouncing with each grind, nipples hard and begging for attention again.

"Shiit, ah! H-how are you soooo good at this?" she whines, voice cracking as she grinds harder, chasing the feeling.

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that, baby," you tell her, giving her left tit a rough squeeze before picking up your pace.

Her desperation makes you even wetter. You speed up, the slick sounds filling the room along with her growing whimpers. She's trembling, fingers digging into your skin as another orgasm builds fast. You lean forward, sucking on one of her tits while you keep scissoring,

Toji comes with a broken moan, body shaking hard against yours. Her pussy pulses, flooding warmth between you, the feeling drags you right over with her. You collapse together in a sweaty, sticky tangle, both breathing hard.

She stares at the ceiling for a minute, then turns to you looking a little bit shy. "That was way better than I thought it'd be. You really know what you're doing down there."

You laugh softly, tracing a finger along her arm. "Told you I'd help. How long did you say you're staying like this again?"

She smirks, pulling you closer. "Long enough for round two, probably."

THREE DAYS LATER

You were sure you fell asleep with Toji's big and beautiful breast inside your mouth after a long session of sucking them in her lap while she played with your pussy, but when you wake up, your mouth is empty. Still, you can feel her arm under your head as a pillow and the warmth of her body.

You rub your eyes, yawning and stretching as you sit up a little. When you finally get to see clearly, your face fills with horror.

Toji is back to normal.

No beautiful breasts, no gentle and soft curves, NO PUSSY. That was the best pussy you've ever tasted in years, what are you going to do without it?

"Toji!" you say, voice higher than you mean it.

He blinks his eyes open, staring at you with his eyebrows furrowed. "Huh?"

"Get out."

"What?"

"GET OUT, YOU HAVE A DICK AGAIN."

a/n: a little warm up before i start writing my long femtoji fic

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you sighed dramatically before insisting you were fine and that you’d grab something later. “later,” he repeated. “your favorite word.” you tried to hide your grin, but it slipped through anyway. “i’m serious.” “so am i,” you replied, tapping your keyboard again.

without another word, he disappeared into the kitchen. you assumed he’d given up until the unmistakable sound of cupboards opening and pans clinking reached you. five minutes later, the smell of garlic and butter drifted through the apartment, pulling your attention away from the screen despite your best efforts.

james leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “come eat.” you shook your head immediately. “i just need another twenty minutes.” he checked the clock. “you said that forty minutes ago.”

“i’m almost done,” you insisted. “you always are.” he wasn’t teasing; if anything, his voice carried the patience of someone who’d had this exact conversation dozens of times. “you’ll think better after you eat.” you clicked your tongue, refusing to move.

“james.”

“what?”

“stop treating me like i’m helpless.”

that should’ve ended the conversation, but pride had a funny way of making simple things difficult. you crossed your arms and looked back at your screen, pretending to reread the same sentence for the fifth time. james didn’t argue. he simply walked over, slid the chair beside yours out, and sat down.

the silence stretched comfortably between you until you finally sighed. “you’re not leaving, are you?” he smiled without looking up from the notebook he’d picked up. “probably not.”

you tried to outlast him. ten minutes passed. then fifteen. every few minutes he’d glance over, watching you rub your eyes or erase the same line repeatedly. eventually he reached across the table and nudged your pencil away. “you’re making the same mistake because you’re tired.” you frowned. “no, i’m not.” he quietly turned the notebook toward himself, circled the spot you’d missed, and slid it back.

you blinked at it for a moment before letting out the smallest, most reluctant laugh. “…’kay. maybe a little.”

“there she is,” he said, standing up again. “come on.”

this time, instead of arguing, you simply groaned dramatically as you followed him into the kitchen. the food was already plated, and he’d somehow remembered exactly how you liked it without asking. he passed you a fork before taking the seat across from you. “see?” he said. “the world didn’t end because you stepped away for fifteen minutes.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re so annoying.” “i’ve been called worse.”

halfway through dinner, you caught him reaching for your empty mug. “i’ll wash that,” you said automatically. james was already at the sink.

“sit.”

“james—”

“sit.”

there wasn’t an ounce of sharpness in his voice, only the kind of calm certainty that made arguing feel pointless. you watched him rinse the dishes while talking about something funny that had happened at work earlier that week, purposely steering the conversation away from deadlines and assignments until you were laughing hard enough to forget what had been stressing you out in the first place.

when everything was cleaned up, you wandered back toward your desk only to find your notebooks stacked neatly, your charger untangled, and your scattered pens gathered into a mug. james noticed your expression immediately. “before you complain,” he said, “i didn’t touch the order of your notes. i know better than that.” you looked over the desk, realizing he’d somehow organized the mess without actually moving anything important.

“you’re impossible,” you murmured. “experienced,” he corrected with a grin.

the work that had felt impossible earlier suddenly came together much faster than expected. james stayed beside you, not hovering, just existing in the same room with a book in his lap and one leg stretched out toward your chair.

every so often he’d glance up to ask if you wanted more water or if your neck was hurting from sitting too long. the questions were small, almost forgettable, but they made the evening feel lighter. there was something comforting about knowing someone cared enough to notice the things you forgot to notice yourself.

by the time you finished, the apartment had gone dark except for the warm lamp beside the couch. you leaned back with a satisfied sigh before turning toward james. “i guess… thanks.” he raised an eyebrow. “guess?” you laughed and walked over, slipping your arms around his waist.

“thank you.” he rested his chin lightly against the top of your head, holding you for a long moment without saying anything.

then, almost absentmindedly, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. “you don’t have to do everything alone,” he murmured. “i know you’re capable. that was never the point.”

you looked up at him, feeling slightly embarrassed that he’d been right from the beginning. “i just don’t like asking for help.” james nodded as though he’d known that long before you admitted it. “then don’t ask.” you blinked. “i’ll notice.”

his smile was small, warm, and impossibly reassuring. “you don’t have to earn being looked after.” before you could think of anything clever to say back, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and reached for your hand.

“now,” he said, intertwining your fingers with his, “how about we spend the rest of the night doing absolutely nothing?”

pensieri the layout is ass i’m sorry 😢 i made it in a rush because i haven’t posted in so long :P