"Mine"

You sit in your apartment and decide to text Makima. You know she just got off work and send her a message to ask about her day. She provides you with brief sentences detailing her activities throughout the day; she tells you what she had for lunch and immediately after casually mentions that she let her goofball coworker, Denji, kiss her. "What the fuck?" you respond to her. You see the "..." text bubble appear and await an explanation. The text bubble disappears and she responds, "I'm going to take a shower." Annoyed, you decide to call her with no answer. She's not going to explain that to you? You decide if she's going to drop that on you without an explanation you'll go and get an answer from her in person. You get dressed and get in your car and soon make it to her apartment. You let yourself in with the key she gave you a few months ago.

You were annoyed but thought you would wear her favorite outfit: a red plaid skirt that barely went past your thighs with a tight white button down tucked into the waistband of the skirt. You'd wondered why you were rewarding her behavior by wearing the outfit but you wanted the validation you knew you'd receive once she saw you. You felt insecure about what she said and thought this outfit would help remind her why she was with you. You surprised even yourself by forgoing underwear and wearing your strap-on under your skirt instead. It was almost an instinct to put it on when you saw her mention physical contact with someone else. Did you feel like you needed to show her that you could give her more than Denji could?

You weren't necessarily expecting to fuck her with it but wanted to be prepared in case things went in that direction. The fake cock secured into the strap was her favorite. It was a thick clear pink piece with realistic veins and a prominent head. It's what you'd imagine your dick would look like if you had one. You make your way into her apartment and head towards the bathroom you know she's showering in.

You stand in the doorway to see her blurred naked form through the frosted glass of the shower. You were very familiar with her shape and your mind replayed an image of her without the glass obscuring your view. You stood silently in the doorway, not wanting to scare her by speaking up and debating how you'd make yourself known. You see her turn around in the shower and face the doorway. You could see the faint glow of her eyes through the glass and wondered if she noticed you. Of course she did. Despite the glass clouding the full view of your body, she could recognize the striking combination of your red skirt and white shirt from a mile away.

She turned the shower handle off and slowly slid the glass door open. There she stood in the shower, skin wet and reflecting the lights of the bathroom. She stepped out and approached you, passing the towel on the rack and stood a few inches from you. You saw her eyes travel from your feet up your body before meeting your gaze. She turns her head and smiles at you. You know she's aware of the fact that, historically, the nights you wore this outfit always ended with a good fucking.

"What are you doing here?" she asks despite already knowing your answer. "I don't know" you reply, "maybe I didn't like the idea of Denji being the last person you kissed." You were happy to know the shower she just took had washed away any remnants of him from her lips. She gets closer to your face and whispers, "Jealous?" Hadn't you made that clear? You were embarrassed to admit someone like Denji could make you jealous.

You didn't respond, only turning your head and giving her a look you hoped would give her the answer she was looking for. "Aw, I'm sorry" she says condescendingly. She's still dripping wet; she could have wrapped the towel around herself but she wanted you to see her. She lets her hand trail down your shirt and traces the waistband of your skirt before reaching underneath in an attempt to stroke your pussy. To her surprise, her hand finds the firm rubber cock secured to your hips. Her eyes shoot back to you and widen. "Oh?" she says, pleasantly surprised.