so high - doja cat

you and choso have been together for two and a half years now. you live in an okay sized apartment with his little brother, yuji, who you’ve gladly accepted as if he was your own little brother. choso has the reputation of being the trouble starter around town, making sure to teach yuji some of his ways as well. therefore a lot of outsiders like to automatically assume that this 6ft 4in muscular, tattooed, motorcycle riding man was the most toxic thing to walk through their town. though, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. despite how tough and cold he is to everyone else you were much different. he keeps a picture of you from your first date in his wallet–calling it his “good luck charm”, you mention wanting something once and within the week he has gotten it for you, he prefers to be the working one–a mechanic who works 40 hour weeks, always home by dinner. it’s not a misogynistic thing at all, it’s actually quite the opposite. he just wants to provide for you while you get to do whatever makes you happy. you get to see the side of him he keeps hidden and locked away from the world, the sweet and nurturing side—dare i say borderline submissive with the way he drops everything to do something for you, no matter how small or if he doesn’t like it.

for example, like right now.

choso is sitting with his back against your shared bed’s thick wood headboard, your legs on either side of him as you blend out a matte red eyeshadow along his eyelids. you somehow managed to convince him to let you at least put some eyeshadow on him, red being the only color he would agree upon but–you gladly take what you’re given.

“are you almost done, my love?”

choso’s rough voice grumbles, his eyes staying softly closed and his big hands resting on your hips. he naturally sounds unamused most of the time but, you can hear the slight softness he only uses with you in his tone so you know he’s just growing impatient and wants to see how he looks.