#megururus oneshot

[megururus]

relax love ￤ anri teieri

cw : this is a wlw oneshot so if ur for some reason uncomfortable with that then leave!! anri has no shirt on at some point, but nothing suggestive!! teeth rotting fluff!!

a/n : this is for my gf and future wife, anri bc i love her sm, and she doesn’t get enough love🫶🫶 this also basically a bday post but i’m not gonna label it as that since it’s not the focus of this one shot!!

( august 17 — 9:58pm )

you knew anri had usually worked quite late work days, doing god knows what for ego, and his blue lock project. her usual arrival time home was about 8:30 in the night, but right now she was nearing the one hour late mark.

you began to grow nervous, confused and worried as to why your girlfriend was not answering your texts nor your calls. you took one big, deep breathe, telling yourself that there could be many reasons as to why she is not home at the moment.

these reasons come as;

1. ego forced her to stay back and do extra paperwork.

2. ego forced her to stay back and do the stinky laundry for the stinky teenage boys.

3. she got into a car accident that has left her with no way of contacting her.

of course, you hope the last one was not true, and prayed it would be one of the first two options instead, which seemed more realistic.

you honestly were starting to think like an overbearing parent, but one thing you knew for sure was that you were not the overprotective kind of girlfriend, not at all. you were just very concerned at the moment, you know?

deciding you had enough waiting, you pushed yourself off the couch and towards the front door, hastily grabbing your keys and slipping on your outside slippers. the ones you would usually sport when going last minute grocery shopping with anri.

just as your hand reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, and in came a stumbling anri. you quickly held her up by her forearms, providing support so she could stand properly.

“anri, are you drunk?” you inquired, utter concern in your tone.

she looked up at you with a pout, blowing some strands of light brown, almost pink, hair that fell onto her face. “no i’m not drunk! it’s these damn heels, they’re squeezing my feet…my shoulders hurts, too…”

she kicked her feet, which resulted in her heels flying into a random place in the entryway.

you softly smiled at her, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her to the couch. you affably pushed her back onto the couch and visibly saw her stiffen.

“i’ll get that lotion you like and give you a massage, ‘kay?” you told her, though she quickly shook her head.

“it’s alright! you don’t need to do that for me,” she said as she was ready to get up from the couch, but you gave her a look. “or you can, fine!”

you quickly smiled and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her favorite lotion, ‘country ma’am cookies’ scent, and made your way back into the living room.

there sat anri in the same spot, back straight and stiff, while watching that random sitcom. she took notice of your presence and gave you a pointed look, clearly talking about the show.

“don’t even ask, it was the only thing on at this time,” you slightly frowned, then soon replaced it with a smile. “now, let me help you relax!”

your girlfriend sighed, and began to unbutton her pink top. she slid the shirt off her shoulders and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in her bra, making easy access to her shoulders and back.

you pumped some of the lotion onto your hand, rubbing it so it covered every inch of your palms and fingers.

“lie down for me, it’ll be more relaxing,” you softly instructed, to which she obliged to. she laid so that she was on her stomach, face squished onto the plush cushion.

you sat on her butt, giving you a more comfortable position to give your massage.

you placed your lotioned hands onto her shoulders, gently rubbing circles into the places that felt they needed it. when you got closer to her neck, you noticed she still wasn’t fully relaxed.

“anri,” you said, squeezing the spot where her neck and shoulders meet. “relax, love.”

it’s as if your words had a magical effect on her, since her body instantaneously eased. she looked much more calm and comfortable like this.

you continued working your palms and fingers over her neck, shoulders, upper/lower back, and a bit of her arms.

everytime your hands would knead a spot that felt good, anri would hum, her way of indicating that was a good spot and to continue.

it was quiet, nothing but skin rubbing and the sitcom was heard, though you had to ask your girlfriend a question. breaking the quiet room you asked, “so, why were you back so late? ego has you doing those boy’s laundry again?”

the girl below you breathily laughed, “no, thank god! but, he made me stay back to analyze some data about some of the players. looking at the same screen for so many hours strains my eyes.”

now it was your turn to laugh, you reached over to the bottle and pumped more lotion onto your palm. rubbing it in you spoke, “he needs to get off his ass and do his own work, and also stop eating those gross mayo ramen things.”

“i agree!”

another quiet atmosphere washed over you, something you both enjoyed and appreciated. you knew how much anri just wanted a break from work, she was very clearly worked to the bone, barely ever getting a vacation or a second to breathe.

you had hoped this small massage had released whatever physical stress she had in her body. swinging your leg off the other side of her body, you placed both feet on the ground, telling her you were done.

anri lifted herself with her arms, cracking her back after being in the same position for twenty minutes.

she moved to a sitting position and started to slip on her shirt that you had handed to her.

“so, how do you feel now?”

“wayyyy better, thank you, love,” anri said sweetly, dragging out her letters, then pulled you down to sit next to her.

you chuckled and placed a soft, chaste kiss to her lips.

“i’m glad!”

© megururus august 19, 2022