ushi is so chew toy coded
he comes home from a run one day and he’s in a black compression shirt that you urged him to buy and god are you glad you did. your eyes lock onto his biceps, of course, which almost look like they’re bulging out of the sleeves.
“toshi, that shirt looks so good on you,” you tell him. you can almost see the outline of his six pack, and the way his pectorals stretch out the shirt a little.
“well, you did suggest i buy it, love, so i would hope so,” he replies, smiling softly as you stride towards him.
“like i literally just wanna…”
he doesn’t expect the way you take his arm, and bring his bicep to your mouth, and sink your teeth into it. you don’t do it hard or anything, just enough until you’re satisfied.
he’s puzzled, and he doesn’t hide that in his facial expression whatsoever. however he doesn’t have the heart to question you out loud. perhaps, he thinks, it’s equivalent to you kissing him. then again, why not just kiss him?
when you’ve had your fill, you blink up at him with an face he wants to keep in his mind forever.
“sorry, your arms look so biteable,” you explain.
“did you have fun?” he asks.
“i did, thank you,” you tell him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your lips to his.
it happens again when he gets out of the shower one evening. he walks into the living room where you’re watching some drama series, and he’s in sweats and nothing else. the tips of his hair are wet. he settles onto the couch next to you and in the corner of your eye, you see his pecs. plump. squishy.
“these look bigger,” you tell him, reaching over to squeeze one of them in your hand. “is that why you’ve been in the gym so much?”
“i’ve been going a normal amount i think,” he replies, unfazed by your groping.
“hmm,” you say, like you’re genuinely musing, and then with that you lean in to take his pec in your mouth.
this time wakatoshi chuckles with surprise, a short, deep rumble of laughter at the sensation of you nibbling at his skin.
“is this your… thing now?” he asks.
you sit back, smiling, a cat that got the cream. “mhm.”
after that he’s never safe from you ever again. his forearms, cheeks, neck, collarbones, thighs are all chewed on. he doesn’t complain though. he would never.
wakatoshi has struggled with intimacy and affection his entire life—it wasn’t something he came face to face with often. you, however, are showing him everything he’s missed out on. so now, every time you bite him, his heart flutters and he feels grateful.
