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It had taken a lot of convincing, but Tohru got Kyo to agree to a double date with their friends, Kyo’s coworker, Genkei, and his girlfriend Aiko. They met his girlfriend a few weeks ago when they were out getting groceries, and the two ladies instantly had chemistry.
“Oh my gosh, you like cooking?” Tohru exclaimed, “Me too! I mean- I only really have a few recipes that I’m really proud of, but still!” “That’s still awesome!” Aiko grinned, “I’m more of a baker myself, but I can follow a recipe decently enough.”
“I would love to be better at baking,” Tohru sighed. “Then let’s teach each other sometime!” Aiko suggested. Tohru was thrilled and instantly agreed. Last week, the two had hung out at Aiko’s place and she taught Tohru how to bake something simple. Now, they had forced their guys into a double date for them to all hang out.
The other couple was supposed to swing by their place, then they would all go to a small restaurant together.
“Tohru, you almost ready?” Kyo called as he scrolled on his phone while he sat on the couch. He rarely did that, but he had time to kill. “Yes!” she called back from their room just down the hall. “’Kay.” Soon after, the doorbell rang, and Kyo got up. “Kyo, could you get the-?”
“Already got it,” he called before opening the door. “Hey,” he smiled, clapping his friend on the back. “Hey, man,” Genkei smiled back as he and Aiko entered. “Tohru should be almost done,” the redhead nodded toward their room, “You guys can sit if you want.”
“So, Kyo,” Aiko smiled next to her boyfriend, “How’s the wedding planning going?” “It’s uh-... going ,” he managed, his shoulders tensing a bit. “That bad, huh?” Genkei raised an eyebrow before Aiko elbowed him.
Genkei was on the shorter side (but then again, Kyo had grown about two inches since they moved here, and he was already above the average height of a Japanese male). People often underestimated Genkei because of his height, which he used to his advantage. Kyo always admired that, and how quickly and efficiently he took down his opponents. He taught the green through purple belts, and Kyo was kind of jealous (he taught white and yellow belts).
Aiko, on the other hand, was about Tohru’s height, and a bit taller than her boyfriend, but Genkei didn’t seem to mind. Kyo also respected that he didn’t shy away from women taller than him. He always thought that was a sign that a man was afraid of a woman being “better” than him in any capacity, even height. If she was nice, why did it matter? It seemed dumb to him.
Aiko had sakura pink hair and big brown eyes; a lighter shade than Tohru’s, making them a nice chestnut color. She apparently worked at another restaurant as a server, but she didn’t want to eat where she worked that evening, so they picked somewhere else.
“That’s okay!” the pink-ette smiled encouragingly, “You still have plenty of time, and help. Your family- the Sohmas, was it? I’m sure they’ll help however you need.” “That’s kinda what I’m worried about,” he mumbled. His family was very nosey when it came to anything concerning Tohru, and it made him anxious. He didn’t like the idea that if he messed up in any way, they would all know about it before he could say “chives”.
“It could be worse,” Genkei hummed, “You could be marrying someone you don’t even like.” Kyo chuckled at that. He couldn’t imagine marrying anyone other than Tohru. Hell, before her, he couldn’t imagine marrying anyone period . But she was so engrained in every part of him that he couldn’t picture some random girl in her place if he tried. She was just so uniquely her that no one else could possibly fill her place inside him.
“Sorry for the wait!”
He grinned and stood with the others, turning over his shoulder. He was probably about to ask something like “Are you ready to go?”, but when he saw her, he couldn’t formulate a proper sentence. The only thing inside him was a needy pull toward her, and a feeling of awe.
“Tohru, you look so cute !” Aiko squealed as she took her hands and bounced. “Thank you! So do you!” she beamed in return. The brunette couldn’t tell her fiancé this, but she had a little help in finding a dress for this evening.
She wore a maroon dress that flared out a bit just before it ended right above her knees and a light, black cardigan. Her hair was done up in a pretty but loose bun with a cute hairclip, a pair of modest flats, and her tiny diamond necklace resting right on her collarbone.
Aiko continued fawning over her, having her do a small spin before Tohru bounced in remembrance. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “look at this !” She slid the cardigan off her shoulders to rest at her elbows and revealed that it was strapless.
This was the first time she had ever worn a dress like this, and honestly, she was proud of herself for venturing outside her comfort zone for this dress. When she tried it on when on a call with Rin, she whistled and said she looked “smokin‘”.
She looked at her fiancé for a reaction and blinked. He looked stunned when she first came out (much to her satisfaction), but with her cardigan now pooled around her elbows, something was… different . His stare was slightly wider with a thick swallow bobbing his throat. The flames in his eyes were sparking and dancing as they flickered around her bare shoulders, collarbone, and most often, her throat. Finally, they flicked up to meet her eyes, and her jaw clenched.
His gaze was burning a hole through her, and she needed to be free of it. “Well, let’s get going!” she smiled, walking out the door hand in hand with her friend.
Kyo hadn’t said a word.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the couples sat next to each other, the ladies across from each other and the guys likewise. “When does school start back up again?” Aiko asked as she sipped her tea. “Not for another few weeks. In the meantime, I’ve been working a second job to help Kyo,” Tohru hummed.
“That’s nice! I hear your class has been coming along nicely since summer started, Kyo!” their friend smiled.
…
“... Kyo?” Tohru nudged. He was staring down into his cup as though he would find some secret inside if he stared long enough, and he was pissed it hadn’t given him the answer yet. Tohru gently touched his arm and he jumped, jolting awake and slightly away from her. “Uh- yeah. The uh- The classes are goin’ good…”
“Um… Yeah,” Genkei covered, “Kids got really dedicated once they had extra time on their hands, so we’ve all been seeing massive improvement.” The three of them went on talking with very little participation from Kyo. He wasn’t normally talkative or anything, but Genkei and Tohru expected him to chime in more when they talked about upcoming tournaments. He just kept bouncing his knee (borderline aggressively) and glancing at Tohru every minute or so with his jaw tight.
Genkei and Aiko noticed when he did that, but Tohru only caught it every once in a while. Aiko said something risque that made her boyfriend flush and start talking to her individually, glancing at his coworker in apparent nervousness, but Kyo didn’t hear him. While the couple kept teasing each other, Tohru leaned over.
“Are you okay?” she muttered near his ear.
He nearly sighed with a shiver and finally looked at her directly for the first time since she stepped out of their bedroom that evening. His eyes bore into hers as they searched once again for something. He looked antsy, and like he needed something from her- like he needed to say something-
“... Kyo?” she whispered, her gorgeous brown doe eyes once again being his downfall.
He stood from his chair abruptly with a screech. “We gotta go,” he declared, taking Tohru’s hand. “Wha- Is everything okay?” Genkei asked while Tohru frantically snatched her purse. “Um, I’m sorry! It- It was nice seeing you! We’ll see you again soon!” she tried to cover.
He dragged her by the hand to the door, and when she was about to ask what was wrong, they bumped into someone, spilling water on her. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” the server apologized. “No, no, it’s okay,” she reassured, “It’s just on my sweater, I’ll be fine.”
She took off the wet cardigan before the water could soak through to her dress. The server kept apologizing but Kyo’s stare hardened on her. He looked… angry ? Her heart dropped to her stomach for a moment, her instincts telling her she must have done something wrong before the new Tohru kicked in. “No,” she thought, “I have to trust him. If he’s upset with me, he’ll tell me.”
The redhead’s eyes slid around the room like he was scanning for a threat before darting back to her. He shucked off his maroon and black bomber jacket and dumped it around her shoulders, guiding her the rest of the way outside. She barely had time to put her arms through the sleeves before he had her hand again, dragging her down the sidewalk.
“Kyo, what’s going on? Are you okay?” she asked worriedly.
“Not now, Tohru,” he gritted ahead of her.
Her jaw clenched. He looked upset. Something was bothering him, and he wasn’t saying anything. It was unnerving.
“Kyo, I really think-”
“I’m tellin’ you, you need to not talk right now.”
Defensiveness sparked within her. “No!” she literally put her foot down, stopping them temporarily, “Kyo-! I am not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on!”
His grip on her hand tightened and he growled in frustration, yanking her into the small alleyway. Her back hit the wall, and he was there. She gasped as his hands slammed on either side of her head against the brick at her back, and he loomed over her.
Light from the streetlamp down the way lit him from the side in a sliver, making the ends of his hair toward the street seem to glow. She could feel his body heat radiating from his jacket around her, his arms by her head, and his breath, mere inches from her own. His black t-shirt expanded with his heavy, controlled breaths in an unsuccessful attempt to calm down, and his muscles strained against the sleeves.
She gulped as her heart roared in her ears.
She felt like she should say something, but she didn’t dare. Finally, his intense, burning stare met hers, and he hovered his lips dangerously over her ear. “Ever since you walked outta our room in that dress ,” he rasped lowly, barely keeping it together, “all I’ve wanted- all I could think about, was takin’ a bite outta that pretty little neck ‘a yours.”
Her breath hitched and she clenched around nothing as his breath ghosted down toward her throat. He used to have to try to talk dirty.
Now, he just said what was on his mind.
“I’ve gotten pretty worked up these last two hours, so unless you want what’s about to happen to become public , I suggest we get home. Now .” She nodded, gripping his shirt at his chest with trembling fingers. He lingered, then licked a broad stripe up the side of her neck as though he couldn’t help himself, making her gasp and grip him tighter. “K-Kyo-...” she breathed, her eyes slipping shut for a moment.
He hesitated, then reared away, snatched her hand, and stormed off down the sidewalk once again with a growl.
Their hearts pounded in their heads. Kyo wasn’t the only one worked up now. His bomber covered his shirt completely most of the time, even though the jacket was never buttoned. She hadn’t seen the tight, black shirt he had worn, and he knew what those did to her. When he took off the jacket in the restaurant, she only noticed it at a glance in all the chaos, but now she was a step behind him, watching his tense, muscular back and shoulders move beneath the fabric as he pushed through the last of the crowd.
She caught up beside him as they made their way up the hill. Once they were out of earshot of everyone, he glanced at her, his eyes betraying him before they hardened on the road ahead. “Do you know what’s gonna happen when we get home?” he asked as they saw their destination on the horizon. She swallowed. “Y-Yes,” she replied. He nodded and squeezed her hand.
They got to the door and he shoved the key into the lock, fumbling a bit. Tohru tried steeling her nerves before the door was open. Because the second it was-
Bam . The door hit the inside of the entryway and he dragged her inside. He slammed it shut behind them and clutched her to himself, kissing her hungrily. She shuttered a sigh and tangled her fingers in his hair and the back of his shirt while she kissed him back.
Never letting his tongue leave her mouth, he wrestled his bomber off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor, along with her wet cardigan, as though they were on fire. Tohru gasped, her eyes flying open when his hands scooped under her thighs and wrapped them around him as he shoved her into the door with urgency.
She tightened her grip around him with her legs and he hummed a pleased groan against her lips. “Tohru,” he croaked, making her pulse spike as one of his hands experimentally brushed over her bare shoulders, “Tohru, I really need to know if you don’t wanna do this right now. Because I’m probably gonna lose it soon and I don’t wanna-”
“I want you, Kyo,” she reassured him with a nod, “Please don’t work me up like that then threaten to leave.”
He grinned and nipped her lips, looking deep into her enticing eyes with his forehead pressed to hers. “I could never leave you. Not when I need you this bad, and you’re askin’ me for it.” She smiled and he kissed her hard, one hand gripping her thigh and the other on her exposed shoulder.
“I’m warnin’ you, Tohru,” he rasped, quickly pulling his lips just far enough away to speak, “I need you bad . You sure you’re ready?” His voice was like gravel; desperate and rough as he held onto propriety by a thread that could snap and send them through a freefall at her word. She met his lustful stare with one of her own as their breath mingled. She squeezed him between her thighs and gripped his hair. “Absolutely.”
With a growl, Kyo surged forward, kissing her hard. She sighed and held on tight. He quickly moved to kissing down her jaw and towards her throat. “You can cover marks, right?” he huffed as his lips hovered down her neck. “Mhm,” she hummed, lifting her chin to make room as she rolled her hips against him.
“Good,” he rumbled before latching onto her. A high-pitched sigh eked from her lips as he licked and nipped at her throat as though it were candy.
“I can’t believe the thoughts I have ‘cause ‘a you sometimes, Tohru. Even in public ,” he huffed between nips at her exposed skin, “When we were sittin’ there talkin’ with our friends, and you’d get excited ,” he smiled audibly, adoringly, “You don’t understand how much I want you when you’re excited about somethin’.”
His words praised her just as much as his lips and tongue over her skin and she let her head fall back. “But then you’d lean forward, and you’d bounce in your seat a little, and your thighs would just squeeze under that little skirt and-!” Tohru gasped as he seized her thighs tighter in his eager hands and plumped them with a squeeze and a groan. “ Fuck, I just always need you, Tohru!”
“ Please , Kyo,” she whined. He cursed and held her to himself as he whirled around and walked the few steps to their kitchen table. He set her down on it as his tongue laved at her throat toward her collarbone. Tohru gasped a desperate whine as his fingers crept under her skirt and into her underwear. “ Shit . You’re so fuckin’ wet ,” he praised as his fingers delved into her heat.
Her head fell back and he held her to his mouth while she gripped his shoulders. Her breath was quick and heated, much like the way he rubbed her. She sighed his name and he hummed, biting her harder. “ God, yeah,” he grunted in a half-plea, “Keep sayin’ my name, just like that, Tohru.” “Kyo, Kyo, Kyo !” she sighed.
He lifted her ass to pull the skirt of her dress from beneath her, flipping it up around her hips as she grinded against him. “Please, Kyo. I want you ,” she rasped. His breath hitched and he made quick work of his belt and pants. She pulled her panties off and hardly had time to set them aside before he was on her again, hands roaming over her legs and up her neck.
His left hand gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her like a starving man, the other on her thigh while he leaned forward. Her back was quickly on the table while he leaned over her, standing between her thighs. His tongue swirled in her mouth and he bit her lip before ripping himself away a few inches to catch his breath.
“You ready?” he asked quickly, spreading her knees and lining up. “Yes,” she breathed, gripping his shoulders. Eyes never leaving hers, he began pushing inside. She moaned and closed her eyes, but his hand on her shoulder squeezed, his thumb curling around her throat and forcing her to focus. “Look at me, Tohru,” he rasped, breaths heavy, “Don’t look away.”
She panted heavier and tried to do as she was told. “I only ever want you looking at me, Tohru. Like I look at you all the time. Needing you close.” His hips slowly moved forward more and his eyes slipped shut a moment as he fought for control with another hissed curse.
Tohru yanked the collar of his shirt down, forcing him inches from her face with wide eyes. “You too,” she rasped, “Don’t stop. Look at me too.” He huffed a strained chuckle and briefly kissed her lips before moving to her collarbone. “Always.”
As he moved further and further into her, his attention to her exposed collarbone became more maddening. He panted as one hand perched him above her, planted on the table, the other gripping her hip. The fabric bunched beneath his hand and his hot breaths spilled down her chest.
“ Fuck fuck fuck fuck -!” he whispered once he was finally fully seated. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she squeezed him inside her. His grip on her tightened as he bit into her with a harsh, “ Shit !” She arched her chest up into his lips which strung up praises through filthy words like lanterns burning only for her.
“God, I love you so fuckin’ much ! You’re so amazing, Tohru,” he huffed. “Move, Kyo,” she urged, taking his face in her hands to look at her. He blinked, eyes hazy, then did as she asked. He pulled back, feeling the familiar ease of pressure before he rolled his hips back into her the way he knew she liked. It made her vocal, and he always loved that.
She softly cried out, her nails digging into his back for a moment. He stood up to tear off his shirt, leaving him bare to her gaze and hands. He leaned back over her on his hands and thrust into her again, eliciting the same noise but louder. His hands roved over her bare shoulders and collarbone, marked by him, and only for him.
Kyo groaned as he set a steady pace, determined to make this last. But Tohru clawed him closer, yanking his hips against hers with the backs of her feet. “Come on!” she whined pleadingly. His hands slid from her shoulders along her arms and to her hands, weaving the fingers together as he pinned them beside her head. “I wanna feel you as long as I can,” he grunted with a sharper thrust, “Be patient, and I’ll give you what you want.”
She lifted her chin with her eyes pinched shut as an invitation. He took it, mouthing along her neck while he pumped in and out of her. She squeezed his hands and crooned his name. “Kyo, pleeeease !” she moaned as she lifted her hips in time with his thrusts to feel him more. “You want it harder?” he teased in her ear breathily. “Yes, Kyo Harder- more , please!”
The sweating redhead moved her hands above her head into one hand, the other moving back to steady her hip. “Alright, sweetheart,” he rasped, glancing at the way her wetness coated him, spilling onto the kitchen table, “Here you go.”
His hips rammed into her as he lifted her hips to take more. Her neck arched as she wailed and he couldn’t resist. Her hands immobile above her head, he moved quicker, rolling his hips to brush her needy clit while he left hickey after hickey on her beautiful throat. “Come on, Tohru,” he encouraged between breaths, “Moan for me. Lemme know how much you love it when I take you like this.”
“Ah! It’s s-so good! I love it whe- when you take me deep like this!” she moaned. She knew what would get him going, and she wanted it deep and hard. She watched his eyes spark as they looked into hers. She kept going. “Come on, Kyo. I wanna feel you deep inside me,” she groaned, “You’re so good at making me cum, Kyo. P-Please , baby. I want you to fuck me ‘till I see stars .”
There it was. The fire in his eyes roared to a blazing inferno and she knew she had done it.
He pounded into her and she lifted her hips to meet him off the table. They panted and moaned every time he bottomed out, and she squeezed around his length when he tried to leave. “Holy fuckin’ shit , Tohru!” he cried into her shoulder while he rammed into her, giving, and giving, and giving to her.
Her back arched and her walls quickly clenched and unclenched around him while she orgasmed, a wordless, beautiful cry filling his ears.
He usually gave her a moment to catch her breath after she orgasmed before he kept going so he could finish, but this time he didn’t. His hand on her hip moved to her jaw, forcing her to face him in surprise as he shoved his tongue down her throat in a needy kiss.
She groaned into him, not noticing he had released her hands until they unconsciously flew to the back of his head and between his shoulder blades. One arm held her steady across her back and hooked on her shoulder, keeping her pressed against him. They kissed like they needed to taste each other more than they needed air as he continued moving. She shrieked helplessly into his mouth when his fingers danced over her weeping clit.
He kissed her harder with a groan before pulling away to breathe. “Oh God, I-I’m close,” he croaked, “How ‘bout you, huh? A-Almost there again?” She moaned loudly and helplessly in response and fucked him back. “ God , Kyo! You feel s-so good when you fill me up!”
“Hah, haAh, hah- God!” He panted in her ear, and that’s what did it.
With a final rub and brush of his fingers on her clit, and a particularly deep hit inside her, she wailed a high pitch moan that sent him over the edge with her. Their eyes pinched shut as they continued thrusting against each other until they slowed to a stop.
He fell against her, holding her with her back against the table until he was soft inside her. She played with the back of his hair absentmindedly while they caught their breath. After a few minutes, he pressed soft, sweet kisses up her neck until he reached her lips. He kissed her sweetly, then rose and pulled out of her. Her legs were limp over the sides of the table, her dress in desperate need of straightening now.
Kyo lifted her into his arms and she hummed appreciatively, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her down the hall. “Do you wanna clean up now or in the morning?” he asked softly. “Morning,” she mumbled into his chest.
He carried her to their room and set her on the bed. He helped her out of the dress and held it admiringly. “This really is a great dress, ya know. Where’d you get it?” he prompted. She glanced off with a nervous chuckle. “Oh! Just-... around .” He squinted untrustingly. “Tohruuu?” he hummed in a teasing warning.
“I’m innocent, I swear!” she yelped, suddenly awake again, though before he asked that, she looked seconds from passing out. “... Whatever, it’s fine,” he turned away to get her something comfortable to wear, but he was still suspicious. Why didn’t she want to tell him? If she just got it for herself at a shop, he wouldn’t think it was weird.
Well, maybe it would be a bit weird because she almost never indulged herself. So, maybe she felt guilty about spending money on herself? Either that or… “Someone else got it for her, and she doesn’t want me to know.” There was instantly a list of suspects in Kyo’s mind that he ran through, first and foremost, his own family.
“Ayame would be the obvious choice. Maybe Uotani and Hanajima got her something…” He was too tired to think. Maybe he’d figure it out another time.
He slipped into bed with her after they both put clothes on, and he slotted in the sheets behind her like a puzzle piece he was always meant to have. The feeling of his arms around her was like a sigh after smelling a familiar candle, his knees behind hers like a lock and key. His face behind her head pressing a few extra, warm kisses was as familiar as the “I love you”s he would breathe in the dead of night when he thought she was asleep.
“Thank you for today,” Tohru hummed as moonlight streamed through the cracks in the closed blinds. He kissed her bare shoulder around the tank top she wore. “Of course. I always love being with you.” “Even when we’re with other people too?” she asked teasingly. He paused. “Well, depends on who it is, but if you like ‘em, I always manage.”
“They’re your friends too, Kyo,” she giggled. “So are you, dope,” she heard him smile as he nuzzled into her hair, “And you’re my favorite.” Her heart clenched and she turned her head just enough to kiss the top of his head. “You’re my favorite too, Kyo.”
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