Thinking about how good shuji smells, he smells so rich and addicting, sure he’s smoking 3 packs a day and what not but I like how the cigarettes smell (weird but yes) especially mixed with his cologne and just imagine cuddling and going sniff sniff and inhaling everything in yknow and he’s like “Ayo dog much?🤨” cuz idk I always see him and go “stinky, lil stank boy” cuz it’s funnY!🙄🤞 and he keeps himself real clean too like the nature of his job,messy as it is he still likes to be all clean and stuff but yes he smells real good wanna leave kisses all over his chest stUffing ur face right in there yknow😫
Now all I'm thinking about coming home to hearing the shower running, so you go to see your boyfriend. You sit on the counter and just talk to him, because you've done the shower sex song and dance and sure shuji likes his showers hotter than most men, you find it's still a cold experience pressed against the wall...
Anyway, you're sitting on the counter in the steam of the room enjoying the calming scent of the blend of musk-sandalwoody-pine something or other of shuji's bodywash. You're asking about his day, glancing at the curtain to see him carelessly scrubbing his scalp, wet hair flopping about and you passively note his long black roots, something to tease him about later. You're happy because he seems in good spirits after a relatively calm day.
I'm thinking about how when he comes out, towel on his hips, he looks to the mirror and you block his view. He moves to look around you but you block him again and he scrunches his nose, picked up on your game. "Ya think you're so cute don'cha?" he snickers and pulls you into a wet hug that on another day might have annoyed you. Today, though, you huged him back. Tighter. And when he laughed and gently tugged away, you pulled him back and countered by wrapping your legs around him, face shoved in the crook of his neck where you inhale a mix of his soap and his last cigarette and everything is...perfect.
