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//The book will remain discontinued, but since it keeps getting traction, I can't help but feel like I should at least post something, whether it be a rewrite or a new chapter. Keep in mind this is simply for fun, I have no intention of continuing this book and if I post, they will be very irregular. I'm writing this because the first and second chapters happen to be the ones I dislike the most.//
Maybe you were overreacting or taking things out of hand, but Kusuo seemed to be acting quite... strange. He seemed more distant and barely even spoke to you, so you had decided to give him space and do your own thing, though it didn't seem to do anything. Gently biting the inside of your cheek, you watched as he left once more in concern. Just why was he doing this? You couldn't help but overthink at this point. Walking forward, you made your way to the door but paused, maybe you should confront him...? That would probably be a good idea... maybe. Geez... When had things gotten so complicated? If you didn't know your husband, your initial thought would likely be that he was cheating on you. However, the thought alone was simply stupid. Kusuo Saiki? The man who wasn't even interested in someone as beautiful as Teruhashi Kokomi? Yeah right. Glancing down at your hand, you eyed the two rings on it, one was the wedding band, the other being a ring Kusuo had purchased a few years ago when he was in High School. The metal had the ability to block out Kusuo's telepathy, so it was a handy tool for you at the moment who was so frustrated with the psychic.
You perked up at the sound of the footsteps of the man in question. As usual, he was eating something sweet, but in his hands was a book. He seemed to have been reading up until now. Deciding that now was as good a time as ever, you quickly rushed forward, grabbing his arm to stop him from moving any further, startling him in the process. "Kusuo..." You started, looking at him with eyebrows arched up, a look of concern and slight fear on your face. "Why have you been avoiding me lately? Have I done something wrong?" You questioned, looking over at him. The pink haired psychic contemplated telling you, the look on your face tugging at his heart strings, but as he imagined you calling him childish for being like this, the man gently shrugged your hand off his arm. Seconds later, he was gone from sight.
Gritting your teeth and clenching your fist, you angrily went to your room, changing into something casual before stepping out, once more, insecurities and doubts began to flood, 'Does he even love me?' You thought bitterly.
'Did he ever even love me?'
'He's always been indifferent about girls, why should I be the exception?'
'What if... What if he merely married me to ease the concerns of his parents?'
Kicking a small pebble from the ground, you swallowed down the urge to cry, thankful to know the Germanium ring was blocking off these shameful thoughts any psychic, including your husband. Without realizing, your legs had led you to your husband's favorite cafe. His friend, Mera used to work here during her High School days, you still remembered visiting here with Kusuo, who was your boyfriend at the time. With a slight smile, you walked in, the bell lightly ringing to indicate a new costumer had walked in.
"Hiii~ Welcome!"
A cheery waitress exclaimed, leading you to a table near the window. Her purple hair bounced with each of her bubbly movements. She handed you a menu, which you didn't even need at this point. After a bit of thought, you decided that maybe if you got him his favorite dessert, he might consider speaking to you. "Could I get three cups of coffee jellies to g, please?" You questioned politely, the waitress grinning at you and letting out a cheerful 'Right away miss!' before disappearing to the kitchen. Not long after the waitress left, a flash of pink caught your eye. snapping your head in that direction, your eyes widened when you were met with the sight of Kusuo, your husband, entering the cafe with the majority of his friends. The ones that were missing were: Aren Kuboyasu, Chisato Mera, and Chiyo Yumehara. As always, Teruhashi stuck to the psychic like glue. You'd think she'd move on after all these years. Furrowing your brows, you watched the group with a slight glare, jealousy eating away at you. But ultimately, you let it be. Who's to say he won't run away again? The desserts arrived just in time. Finally, you could leave this dreaded place.
Paying the bill, you used your jacket to cover yourself and quickly fled the scene, quickly making your way home, but even then, you felt uneasy. You quickly grabbed a pen and paper after setting the jellies in the fridge, writing a quick letter to Kusuo before setting out to talk to the only person that ever listened to you these days.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Who is-- Y/n? Woah, are you okay?!" The purple headed former delinquent quickly made his way to you. You weren't exactly crying yet, but you were pretty close to breaking down, and even Aren could see that. Kuboyasu had always been a good friend to you, lifting you when you were down, listening to your rants and complaints with patience despite being a short-tempered person. He really was an amazing friend. in your opinion, he probably had a crush on Shun Kaidou.
"Honestly, no, I'm not okay." You answered him honestly, burying your face in your hands. The former delinquent was quick to let you in, as it was beginning to get cold, and it looked like it would snow soon. "What's wrong?" He asked, carefully sitting you down on the couch and rubbing your back, a light blush on his face, one you were too heartbroken to notice. "Kusuo... h... he's very distant lately and I just feel-" As you began to speak, soft hiccups escaped you, tears spilling out at alarming rates. "I can't stop doubting my marriage. He always has Teruhashi by his side, He could very well be cheating on me." You stammered rapidly, all your worries escaping you without your consent at this point. "I just- I can't help but feel like he only married me simply because he could, or because he didn't want to worry his parents."
"I just feel so unappreciated lately."
"I always try to make him happy, I care for him, but it all just seems insignificant... Like he doesn't care." You sobbed out, Aren simply rubbing your back soothingly as you spilled your heart out. "Do you-" you hiccupped a bit, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Do you think he loves me? even a little bit?" You questioned him. But the response you received was somewhat surprising.
"He'd be a fool not to."
Kuboyasu's dark eyes connected with yours, his expression as serious as ever. But now, you finally noticed the res tint on his face. "Aren? -" You questioned a bit nervously, shuffling back a little bit. Suddenly, the man clasped your hand in his. He realized it was a horrible moment to bring it up, but he felt he would have no other opportunity. "Y/N, I know this is a horrible moment to bring this up, but..." He seemed to trip up in his words, nervous and even shaking a little bit. Before you could even process what he planned on doing, your lips were captured in a gentle kiss. It hardly lasted a second as you quickly pushed him off of you, abruptly standing.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You said, understandably furious with him. He was your best friend, someone you considered close to family. Had you not been committed to your marriage, maybe you would have forgiven him. "Are you insane?! I'm a married woman!" You yelled once more. Your friend sputtered out an apology. "I-I'm not sure what came over me, please forgive me, Y/N!" He stammered yet continued to make the situation worse. "I've just always had feelings for you. I can treat you better than Saiki ever could!" Aren exclaimed, standing and walking closer to you. "Don't come any closer!" You said, making him freeze. "Gosh, I can't believe you right now! How dare you do this when I'm vulnerable!" You didn't even give him time to reply, storming out of the house and making your way towards your own home, simply wanting to sleep. You didn't even care if Kusuo spoke to you or not at this point.
~
Kusuo had gotten back home, finally gaining the courage to face you and tell you why it was that he had been so distant as of late, but when he searched the entire house, you weren't there. He searched for what felt like an eternity, but that was left was a note on the counter, being held down by a spoon Kusuo could use.
"Love,
Yours truly,
Your Wife Y/N
P.S. I got you some coffee jellies from your favorite place, please help yourself <3"
Unknowingly, he crushed the paper in his hand, brows furrowed in anger. "Fuck..." he muttered, even using his voice. With a sigh, he set down the paper, for once not having the appetite for his favorite dessert. 'I need to tell her. She needs to get away from him.' He thought, looking toward the door. 'Before something happens and I kill him.'
~
Once getting home, you took note of the empty house. You considered surprising your husband, but figured it was futile if he didn't want to talk to you even after you bought him his favorite dessert from his favorite cafe. With a sigh, you bent down, taking off your shoes and coat after closing the door, locking it, considering that Kusuo could either unlock it with his abilities or simply teleport in. Making your way to your bathroom, you began to undress, tsking off the ring first of course. Sighing once more as the earlier scene replayed over and over in your head like a broken record. 'How could I have been so naive as to not notice the signs?' You asked yourself, only now realizing signs from earlier interactions that just told you his feelings. After tossing your dirty clothes in the hamper and mentally beating yourself for being dense, you finally hopped into the shower.
It wasn't even five minutes into your shower when you suddenly felt a presence behind you. Turning your head, you were met with the stoic face of your husband. "Ku-" You were interrupted as your husband leaned in and kissed you, effectively pinning you to the wall. The both of you were soon drenched. Pulling back, you were surprised to see him speaking with his voice rather than telepathically. "What did you do at his house?" He questioned, a hint of worry in his voice but more than anything, jealousy. Finally, it all seemed to click into place. "Wait, you weren't talking to me because... you were jealous?" The psychic gritted his teeth, releasing a grunt. 'Answer my question.' He demanded in annoyance, switching back to telepathy as he didn't trust his actual voice the slightest. 'Did he touch you?' With that, his questioned was answered simply by reading your mind, since you had taken off the ring. You heard a crack next to you, looking to the source of the sound to find Kusuo gripping the wall hard enough to fracture it. "Wait!- Relax you'll break the house!" You said, placing a hand over his arm. His gaze softened a little, as did his grip as he looked at you, noticing how the two of you were in the shower, drenched. He was dressed, but you clearly were not. You, realizing this as well, soon flushed red and quickly covered your chest out of instinct.
While he seemed to remail neutral as always, mentally, he was far from okay. But would it be correct to want this after what had just happened? Ah, it's not like he could stop himself after seeing you like this. You gasped lightly, feeling his arms hands snake around your waist. It had felt like a long time since he touched you. Far too long. His touch sent an electrifying sense of pleasure to course throughout your body, making you shudder softly. The sensation soon shifted down, his hand slightly gliding over your body, his middle and ring finger moving together to caress your slit, his lips gently nipping at your neck, to which you whined softly. Your legs trembled lightly, his fingers lightly gliding over your clit, rubbing it fast enough to be pleasurable, but slow enough that it won't be too sore afterwards.
"K... Kusuo...~" you whined softly, him shifting his head to once more engage in a kiss, this time much more heated than before. His tongue lightly pressed against your lips, making you open your mouth. He pressed your bodies closer to one another, the water still running over the two of you, only adding more heat around you too. Steam covered the room, your skin flushed from how hot it was. Kusuo separated from the kiss for a moment, teasingly gliding his fingers over your entrance. 'Call me Daddy.' He said, a slight smirk resting on his face as he leaned down and began to kiss and gently nibble at your neck and collarbone. "Kusuo, pleas-" His free hand reached out and pinched at your nipple, making your breath hitch. "Stop teasing-" You pleaded, by the sadist continued.
'I won't stop, unless you say it.' He said, his voice reaching your hazy mind through telepathy. Unable to reason with him, you simply gave in, moaning softly as you called his 'name' "D... Daddy~..." You stammered, embarrassed. "Good girl." He whispered to your ear, his voice an oddly low pitch, but you didn't have time to think about it as he plunged his fingers into you, making you cry out. Your hands instinctively when to his wet shirt, taking hold of the fabric in hopes of some support. He made scissoring motions against your walls and moved his finger in and out, arching his fingers to hit all of your sensitive spots that only he knew.
"h-haa...~" You panted softly, your already rosy skin reaching an almost crimson color as your eyes grew half-lidded. "please... Ku-- mnh~!" He roughly pressed his thumb against your clit, as if demanding you correct yourself, to which you quickly responded to. "Daddy, please... Fuck me." you pleaded. Kusuo, satisfied with your words pulled his fingers out and separated for a second, undressing quickly and then brought his hands behind your knees to lift you, pressing your back against the wall as he aligned himself to penetrate you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, looking like a hot mess as you hugged him, your face buried at the crook of his neck.
The head of his cock was pressed against your entrance for a second, as if to tease you, but as you went to complain, he quickly plunged into you, making you shake and moan against his skin. He allowed you time to adjust, as it had been a while since the two of you had any intimate time together. Your grip around him eventually tightened, and that was his queue.
He didn't spare you.
His movements were rough and fast, and you were quickly reduced to a moaning mess. Yet, your voice merely made him want to ravage you even more. If you were to be standing at that moment, one thing was for sure. You would collapse faster than Kusuo could eat coffee jelly. One of his hands shifted to your ass, his thrusts only increasing in speed. Instinctively, your thighs pressed harder against his waist. Maybe it was fear of falling over, or maybe it just felt so damn good that your muscles were literally spasming. You'd have to guess the latter. His cock invaded your walls, shaping your pussy to its shape so you'd only be able to pleasure him. You's be his through and through, and he couldn't be happier. He'd be yours and vice-versa.
He was an idiot, having pushed you away and hurt his lovely wife just to preserve his dignity. He was the lowest scum, and yet you continued to love him. As he thought this, he kissed you once more, slowing his pace to a more passionate stroke, hitting the deepest parts of your body. Your finger tangles in his uniquely pink hair, fingers trembling, and your shoulders tensed. Kusuo shifted his hold on you, an arm around your waist, holding you up and the other hand resting on the back of your head as the two of you engaged in a heated kiss, his thrust slow, yet deep. You could feel every inch of his being penetrating you, and you simply couldn't be happier to be in this position.
Pulling back, you were the first to speak even through soft whined and pants. "I love you so much." You said, even stuttering a little bit. Pressing his forehead against yours, Kusuo spoke. "I love you too, Y/N." his voice was hoarse as his breathing began to grow uneven. You were reaching your climax as well. He pressed his lips to your skin, sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving multiple hickeys across all sides of your neck, the both of you reaching your end at the same time, you with a loud moan as you slumped against your husband, and the man in question with a low groan as he lightly bit your neck, continuing to thrust slowly to ride out your high.
By the end of it all, the both of you were panting heavily, Kusuo helping you finish you shower and dress before the two of you went to sleep, happy the awkward situation was finally over.
//3053 words, My head is killing me. Enjoy, I spent 3 hours on this.//
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