strangled

³³obvious hidden feelings

White pearl hair and green troublesome eyes-

"Hey." Your husband's voice breaks you out from your dream.

Your eyes slowly begin to open to see red and white hair hanging down in your face because of him laying on top of you. His gaze is curious as he watches you slowly regain consciousness. "Wake up. You fell asleep in the car right after we left the meeting and I want to take you on a date right now before we go home."

"A date?" You question while rubbing your eyes.

Now that you are fully aware of your surroundings, you see that your seat has been pushed back so that you can lay comfortably, your feet out of your heels and propped up on the dashboard. Your legs are spread wider than they should be. Shouto is on top of you, his waist in between your thighs and his hands on either side of your shoulders to hold himself up. You definitely do not remember falling asleep in this position and you glare up at him.

"Seriously?" You frown, "I thought you would leave the idea of having sex with me while I'm sleeping in the past."

He says, "I did. That wasn't what I was trying to do I promise."

"But..." His voice drops several octaves as his gaze trails down from your face to your legs spread for him. "You look so good. I haven't been able to touch you in so long."

You roll your eyes, pushing a button on the side of your chair so it can raise back into a sitting position."If you're that horny then just go fuck one of the girls you cheated on me with. We're parked on a busy street and there are people walking by. Your windows aren't even tinted. Strangers can look and see what's happening."

He groans, "(F/n) I don't care if anyone sees. Everybody in Japan already knows the you're my wife. And I don't cheat anymore. Why would I if I'm trying to be better? Just- just let me have a kiss."

You shake your head. "N-"

Before the entire word can leave your mouth his lips are on yours.

As usual, no feelings spark in you. It only feels like skin against skin. You don't respond to the kiss even after a moment of hesitation as his hand grips onto your ass. A low hum sounds in Shouto's throat when your fingers move to his hair trying to tug his face away. His head fogs up as he pulls you closer so you're pressed against his pelvis. You feel his hands hold you tighter, his chest rising and falling sharply under his dress shirt.

Across the street, a scarred man with blue eyes watches the scene happen with a scowl on his face.

Adruptly, your husband grabs your hands and presses your palms against his chest, covered by the fabric of his shirt. He pulls away from your lips just a bit so he can whisper the next few words breathlessly.

"Take this off of me."

"I won't have sex with you." You murmur.

Shouto chuckles softly before kissing you once more, this time being more lustful than passionate. A groan spills from his mouth and into yours. You aren't feeling much from being kissed by him, but it's intriguing to hear and feel how he responds to certain touches.

Your hands hold his cheeks and you finally you're able to lightly push him away from your lips. "I thought you said you wanted to go on a date."

"We can do other things before our date can't we?" He questions while he starts to unbuckle his belt.

You snort out a laugh. "Relax. I told you already I don't want to do that. But, I am hungry. I'm assuming you want us to go to a restaurant for our date? Where is it?"