One-Night Stand

Chapter 5

   Giyu sat pouting with his feet propped against the dashboard. He was scrolling through his phone, annoyed at being left in the car. He scowled as the door opened to reveal his cousin with an obnoxious grin on her face.

   "You really suck, you know," he mumbled, hardly looking away from his phone. She scoffed.

   "Yeah whatever. The hell is with that pose?" she questioned, getting a confused stare in response as he tilted his head slightly. She eyed him, not seeing how he could possibly not get it.

   "Your knee is, like, not even an inch from your face. This is why you have back problems, dummy," she said, climbing in and rolling her eyes as he donned an offended expression, "Here, before you start complaining, I got you some food," she said, holding the slice of pizza in front of him. He smiled and grabbed it, slowly sitting up properly. After taking a bite he asked an incoherent question. She stared at him with a blank expression and he rolled his eyes.

   "I said, seeing as you can't understand basic sentences, how'd it go? Did you get the money back?" he asked, quickly taking another bite. (y/n) nodded.

   "Yeah, I mean. No, not really, but he bought me this pizza and so that was the agreement. I had a slice before I came back here which was why I took so long," she said, starting the car as he sulked. She knew he didn't have a car and preferred to walk places anyways as she left the parking lot, not bothering to worry about him having a vehicle of his own to take home. The drive was mostly quiet, the only real break in the silence being when she got to his house. They bid a short goodbye before she drove off. A frown quickly adorned her features. She truly wanted to be anywhere that wasn't her home. Regardless, she still went back, though, it wasn't without rather dangerous speeding. Upon arriving at the empty house she sighed and tossed her keys onto the dining table. She hated the silence most of all.

   She checked her bank account and smiled softly. She'd have to ditch a lot of poor spending habits and live paycheck to paycheck but she just might be able to scrape together to live on her own while she went through divorce. Of course, that was still a potentially unsafe solution but she had to try now more than ever. Stretching out on the couch she made herself comfortable. The bed made her feel guilty though it was well deserved, she supposed, as she was the one to cheat. After scrolling through her phone for a moment, sleep overtook her.

   When (y/n) woke up it was to the feeling of hands roaming her body somewhat harshly. She blinked a few times until her eyes finally focused on the form of her husband leaning over her. He had positioned himself between her legs, his belt and pants' button undone. She sighed and shimmied out of the leggings. Figures he wouldn't want to talk about their fight. It was a lesson she'd somewhat learned when they started dating and was solidified after marriage. You didn't talk about your fights with Hiroshi; he'd fuck and call it a day with the problem forgiven. (y/n) had long since learned through half a year of dating and two of marriage that she could do or say just about anything to him so long as she let him use her like an object when he wanted it.

   He thrust himself into her as she let her mind wander. It wasn't long until he had cum and he quickly pulled out of her before walking away without so much as a word to her. She sighed and pulled her bottoms back up. He'd be asleep soon enough she figured and then she could take a shower and change. It was always like this. He could care less about her pleasure or comfort. Every time they had sex (y/n) was left wishing she'd been a little less naive when the two had met. It was those times that his blatant disregard for her shined like nothing else. She opened her phone to scroll mindlessly as she waited for her husband to eventually go to bed. As she did she was taken aback by seeing a smiling post from an old friend. The only person outside of her cousin she felt could count.

   It was an ex but that hardly mattered. She'd only been with two people before Hiroshi, a summer fling with a guy she'd graduated with, and her, a girl from college. She groaned reminiscing at the sex compared to Hiroshi. Her one night stand was pretty good too.

   "I'm horrible," she mumbled before getting up and heading to her room to shower. She figured she'd text the girl tomorrow and invite her out to eat. With her appetite there was no way she'd refuse and (y/n) was well aware that rekindling a relationship with the bubbly girl, romantic or not, was no doubt a good idea for her social life. She smiled at the thought of hanging out with her and regaining a friend as she turned the water on to her shower. As she was about to step in her phone chimed. She checked it quickly, not thinking much before realizing it was Sanemi.

   Unknown

   Hey are you free tomorrow?

   (y/n) paled. Why did he want to meet up? And worse, why did she want to see him? She already felt guilty but her impulse was still to arrange a meet up of some type.

I was planning on making plans with an old friend

But maybe after 4 on monday?

   What was she doing. Rational thought seemed to escape her. Her husband sat asleep on the other side of the closed bathroom door. Her controlling husband who had a tendency to pry into her privacy. It was a horrid idea but she couldn't help the smile when he text her back.

   Unknown

   Sure we can figure out the details later

   She closed her phone and sat it on the counter before stepping into the shower. What a stupid idea but she couldn't seem to avoid indulging herself.