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Tour Time - Ice Cream (2)

Pairing: Ino Takuma x F!Reader

Summary: Y/n gets ready for her 'hangout' with Ino. Though that might not be exactly how he sees it. At that, they don't make it very far, only visiting one place: the ice cream shop.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3,588

A/N: Need ideas - also mb, I didn't think it was as long as it was lol :p

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What have I done? There's nothing like waking up early on a Sunday morning, just for Nobara to burst into my room like a man on a mission. "Y/N, we've got work to do." She says, determined.

I jump at the intrusion. "Nobara? What are you-?" I stand from my bed and adjust my pajamas. She's fast and grabs a hairbrush from my vanity, rushing over to me. She turns my body so she has access to my hair and brushes violently. "Ow! Nobara!"

"There's no time to waste! You're late as is." She continues her roughness. I look to my alarm clock.

"It's 7 in the morning! What could I be late for?" I protest. I try to keep my head strong as she tugs me back by my knots.

"For getting ready! You've gotta give yourself plenty of time to wash up, do makeup, hype yourself up, and more for your date-"

"Date?" I try to turn my head, but she forces me to look straight. "Nobara, it's not a date. Ino and I are just hanging out. Actually, not even that, he's more of a tour guide."

"Yeah, right. After the goo-goo eyes you gave each other at that pizza place, I'm surprised you haven't run away together already." She pesters.

I'm about to speak more on the subject when she pulls me up and shoves me into my own bathroom. "Shower and shave... just in case."

"In case of what-!?" She slams the door in my face. Reluctantly, I practice my hygiene and do as she asks. I come out fresh and clean. Nobara lounges on my bed with some nail polish at the ready.

"I'm thinking blue. At first I thought red, but it's a bit too promiscuous." She opens the bottle. I roll my eyes and sit down on my bed in just my towel.

"I don't really care for blue much." I point out, but offer my hand to her anyway.

"Ino does." She says bluntly and starts applying the color. I blush at her comment and look down at the baby blue she's using. "Yuji is pretty sure it's his favorite. But, then again, Yuji can hardly tell his left from right."

I hum as she paints my nails. When she finishes, she blows on them carefully. "Y'know, this is nice, Nobara. Some fun girl bonding time." I smile down at her.

"This is not fun, this is battle-ready." She says seriously and hops up from my bed. She whips open my closet doors and throws my clothes every which way.

"Hey!"

She sighs as she looks. "You don't have anything even a little flirty?" She whines in defeat. I grit my teeth for a moment before walking to the closet. I bite my lips and push on two boards in the back that fall away easily.

Behind them are some less-than-decent attire. I blush as our eyes meet with just about every color in lingerie. Mixed among them are some short, sparkly dresses that I haven't worn in months. "Jeez... did you use these a lot in America?" She gives me a teasing grin.

I shrug with a blush and nervous laugh. "They're not so modest over there, ha ha... will this work?" I pull out a flowy sun dress. There's nothing that really stands out about it.

"Out of all the things in here, you choose that?" She judges.

"We're not going to a nightclub, we're touring!" As I speak, I drop my towel. Nobara stares for a moment before averting her eyes.

"You can't just do that, you freak!" She blushes.

I put the sun dress on and adjust it. "Being naked in front of friends is a pretty common practice in America." I smile teasingly. I tap her shoulder, letting her know she can turn around.

"Oh... I see." She examines the dress. The reason this one isn't at the front of my closet is because of how well it hugs me. It pushes out my breasts subtly and defines my waist, all while showing off the soft curve of my hips. "This will do."

"That's all?" I raise my brow in offense. "I thought I looked pretty hot." I pout and turn to the long mirror in my room. I turn every which way to look at my body in the dress.

She sighs and pulls me along to sit at my vanity. "Hair time." She plugs in a curling iron. I shake my head and unplug it.

"I hate curling my hair, it's a waste of time. I'd rather just put some product in it and be done. Plus, like I said, this is just a casual hangout." I grab some product and run it through my strands.

"Y/NNNNN." Nobara groans but doesn't interfere. "But Inoooo." She whines and tugs on my hair a little.

I get up and walk to the door. "I'm going to do my makeup in peace, if you don't mind." I jut my thumb at the door. She grumbles as she walks out. I chuckle softly. She's sweet in her own way.

I finish my makeup and leave my room. Nobara is slouched in the common room with Yuji on his phone beside her. Both glance up, and Yuji gasps. "Wow, senpai, you look great!" He gives me a big thumbs up. Nobara nods enthusiastically. "You're gonna knock him off his feet."

"I don't mean to encourage you two and your delusions, but I think so too," I say confidently. I strut into the kitchen and make a quick sandwich. "Where is that oddball anyway?" I call out to the common room.

"He just got back from his mission, so I'm guessing he's getting ready now." Yuji hums. Huh? I look at the clock on the wall.

"It's 10am. Also, he said he was free today. Are you sure you're not mistaken?" I walk out with my sandwich.

"He had an overnight mission in Kyoto. He woke up pretty early to make it back this morning for your date." Yuji explains.

"Are you serious?" I say incredulously. He's fresh back from a mission and woke up at the crack of dawn to hang out with me. "That's sweet and all, but he must be exhausted." I worry.

"The things people will do for love." Nobara teasingly swoons. I give her a swift, condemning look. She shrugs and crosses his arms, "It's his choice; if he's tired, he's tired."

I sigh and quietly think for a moment. "...should I cancel? I don't want him to suffer for me."

"Suffering is a bit of a stretch. And, like I said, he made his bed, so now he has to lie in it." Nobara presses. I sigh, but I can't help but agree, even as bad as I feel.

When the afternoon rolls in, I wait outside the school for Ino. I adjust my dress only a hundred times and retye my Converse double that amount. Finally, I hear one of the heavy double doors shut behind me. I turn and there he is, looking... dressed to impress.

His outfit is much more styled than when we first met. He has black, baggy cargo pants and a Y2K shirt with a cross on it that's at least 2 sizes too big. Underneath that, he has a white long-sleeve on that lead my eyes to the silver rings adorning his fingers. Then, of course, his signature black beanie sitting atop his head like a crown.

"Hey." He walks down the steps to me with a welcoming smile. When he gets closer, his eyes trail down from my face to my dress. I can't be sure, but it looks like his breath hitched for a second. "You look nice."

I smile back and give a small twirl. "Thanks, and likewise. You dress up nice." I motion to his outfit. He does a twirl in return and holds his baggy pants when he gives a quaint curtsy. I giggle at his action, and he gives me a goofy smile.

"You ready to go?" He straightens up.

"Yeah, whenever." I smile up at him. "Where's your car?" I look around.

"Car?" He questions. I look to him quizzically. "Oh, ha ha." He laughs nervously. "I don't have a car."

"Oh. Oh, yeah! I forgot, Japan thing, huh? Only, like 67% of Japan even have cars, right?" I remember aloud. I didn't mean to embarrass him, but I feel like that's what I did.

He nods awkwardly. "Yeah." I give an awkward smile.

"So, how are we getting there?" I fiddle with my fingers.

"Usually, I bike to the city, and then take the train to get everywhere." He walks to a bike rack that contains a black trick bike. He unlocks it and saddles it. I look around for another bike. There is none.

He looks at me expectantly and taps the front of his bike. "You want me to sit on the front?" He tilts his head to the side.

"Yeah?" He looks back down at the bike and then back at me. "Don't worry, it's pretty sturdy-"

"Sturdy?"

"...I didn't mean, like, you were too heavy or anything! I just meant it'll hold you- us! It'll hold us." He looks like he got shot. I don't know how to respond so I just climb onto the bike shakily so I don't have to face him.

A tense silence fills the air. Ino hesitates before he starts pedaling. God, this is awkward.

He clears his throat. "So, uh, I thought we could head to this one ice cream shop first. To, um, get us started." He says nervously. His pedaling is slow and easy.

I hum and look back at him. "Sounds great." I smile forgivingly, letting him know his slip-up wasn't the end of the world. He lets out a sigh of relief and pedals faster.

We eventually reach the little shop, and I get off the bike with a wince. "All good?" He gives me a worried look.

"Yeah, fine." I smile and grab onto his shoulder for balance as I wobble for a second. The metal handlebars and all the bumps on the way were less than kind on my rear.

He steadies me and guides me inside with a hesitant hand on my back. There are plenty of people inside. One little girl and her father, an elderly mother and her son, and... oh my. All the rest are young couples with hearts in their eyes.

We walk to the counter to order. "Wow, great selection," I comment. The lady behind the counter looks surprised at my words.

"Are you American?" She asks in broken English. My eyes widen, and I nod excitedly. I guess my accent gave me away.

"Yes!" I nod proudly. Ino beside me, looks confused. I doubt that from his short time in America, he learned much more than basic words.

She nods and with a thick accent continues to speak, "My son is in the America. Uh, Wisconsin." She tries her best.

I nod along in delight. "I hope he's enjoying his time." We share a smile, and Ino shuffles beside me.

"Sorry, young man, it's not often we meet foreigners like your girlfriend here." She returns to Japanese. He just nods his head without correction. His eyes do flicker to mine, however.

"I don't mind. I like her speaking her native tongue; it sounds confident." He beams. My heart skips a beat, and I stare at him in awe. "I'll get strawberry, please. Y/N?" He turns to look down at me with soft eyes.

"Oh, chocolate, please." I turn to the shopkeeper when making my request. She hums and scoops our orders before passing us the cones. I reach into my dress pocket for my wallet, but Ino's hand covers mine. It's warm and... veiny. I blush and look up at him.

"Please, I've got it." He hands the amount due to the shopkeeper. She smiles and wishes us a good day. We wave goodbye and go to eat our ice cream at a table outside.

I'm seconds away from sitting down when Ino pushes my front into the table. I wince and he recoils, "Sorry! I was just, um-" He pulls out my chair further than it needs to be moved. He grabs my waist softly and lowers me into the seat. I look up at him incredulously.

He clears his throat and pushes my chair in before sitting across from me. "Did you really just push me into the hard, metal table so I wouldn't sit down?" I ask.

He blushes, "I wanted to pull out your chair."

I roll my eyes playfully. "How sweet," I tease.

"What can I say, chivalry is my middle name." He takes a lick of his ice cream.

"Good to know." I smile and then remember something. "Is that why you came straight from a mission to meet me this morning?"

He halts his movements and stares at me like he's been caught. He licks his lips when he can move again and rubs the back of his neck. "It was hardly a mission, more like a sleepover if anything."

"Mm? What grade was the curse?" I lean across the table. He leans away.

"Four." He blurts.

"They sent you on a grade-four mission?" I raise my eyebrow in speculation.

"Well, there were a lot." He defends himself.

"Ino. I don't like liars." I say sternly. He holds his breath before letting out a pained groan.

"I'm sorry, you're right. I just didn't want to worry you." He sighs. He has a light pout on his face, knowing he's been caught.

I give his shin a light kick under the table. He gasps and looks underneath, just to be sure it was me, despite no one being beside us.

"I'd rather you tear my heart out than lie to me." I eat my ice cream. "Though, I hope you don't intend to do either."

He nods strongly. "I would never! I promise not to lie to you again." He bows lowly in respect, smacking his face on the table in the process. "Ach!"

I giggle and place my hand on the back of his head, giving it a soft pet. "So clumsy, Ino, you remind me of a new puppy." He looks up at me with a red forehead. I rub it carefully, trying to soothe the ache. "A labrador at that." I take his hand that has his ice cream in it and bring it to his mouth. "Open, little puppy dog," I tease.

His eyes are wide and his face red, but he opens nonetheless. He laps up the ice cream. I remove my hand from his, and he straightens in his chair, continuing to eat.

"You're weirder than I thought." He mumbles into his ice cream. "Gonna call me a good boy next?" He accuses.

"Are you asking?" I tease and lick my own ice cream. His eyes slip to my mouth and its ministrations. He gulps. "Nah, I think you'd like it too much," I chuckle.

He scoffs and looks me in the eyes, "No way!"

I lean back in my seat and look at him fondly. "Y'know, when we first stepped into the ice cream shop, I thought you were gonna change your mind bringing me here."

His brows furrow, "Why?"

"Well, to make sure your sturdy bike would be able to get us back." I tease him for his earlier mistake. "Didn't want to weigh us down too much."

He chokes on his ice cream and fights for air. His eyes grow watery, and veins pop in his neck as he violently coughs. "I-I swear that's not what I meant-" He coughs out.

"Just teasing you, Takuma." I purr. Woah, I purr? The tone leaves me like second nature. Not to mention, I called Ino by his first name: a Japanese no-no unless you were close.

"Ah, I see." He smiles at me. "I was going to say, Y/N, I would carry you back if you so asked." He hums, swirling ice cream on his tongue. Ah, so we are on a first-name basis.

A new tension fills the air. Not the awkward, uncomfortable kind that has followed us around thus far, either. The kind that makes your breath deeper and your heartbeat quicken.

I want to say some snippy, teasing remark, but before I can think of one, Ino leans forward. His torso hangs over the table, his eyes locked onto my lips. I part them the slightest bit and let my eyelids droop. I lean my face forward and-

His thumb wipes the corner of my mouth. My eyes widen in shock as he leans back into his chair. "Ice cream." He smiles like he has no idea what he'd done. He licks his thumb quickly and hums in delight. "Man, next time I'll have to get the chocolate."

I gulp. Am I delusional? We finish our ice cream with a few more licks and eat our cones. We ended up spending too much time at the ice cream shop alone, and it was already 4 in the evening.

"Ugh, Y/N, I'm sorry. If I had woken up earlier, we would have had more of the day to work with." Ino groans. I grab his and my napkin and throw them away.

"You woke up far too early as it is. It's not a problem, there's always another day." I walk to his bike and wait for him expectantly.

Just as he's about to sit on the bike's seat, I slide onto it. "I was wondering if I could pedal?" I smirk. He blinks at me for a second before chuckling and attempting to get on the front of the bike.

We wobble back and forth as he struggles, and I laugh at his jolts. "Takuma! Careful!" I try to hold us steady, but it's difficult when I'm shaking with laughter.

"Trying!" He finally adjusts and sits warily on the seat. He outstretches his hands for balance.

I pedal slowly at first, for his comfort. That doesn't last long though, I quickly speed up like a madman, trying to get back to the school in record time. "AH- Slow down!" He wails. I just laugh in response.

When we finally get back to the school, both of our hair is wind-swept and standing nearly straight up. He shivers in front of me like he's just seen death.

"Takuma, you're so dramatic," I tease. I get off of the bike, not thinking about keeping it balanced. Ino is thrust forward and lands flat on his face. "Shit, Ino!"

I hurry to his side and grab his shoulders, flipping him over. He groans, but remains unscathed. "Poor assassination attempt," He jokes.

I laugh but look him over anyhow. "Your shirt..." A part of the pattern is scuffed. "Oh, I'm sorry, Takuma, I'll buy you a new one." I lay my palms on his chest as I examine the shirt further.

When I don't hear a response, I look down at him curiously. He stares at me with parted lips and a blush. I then realize our position; I'm practically flat on top of him. Even after I realize it, it takes a second for me to pull away. "Sorry."

He sits up and nods. "Don't be. It happens." He says nonchalantly, but still has a blush on his face.

"Y/n! Ino-dude!" We both turn to see Yuji atop the school's steps. "I made meatballs!" He shouts at the top of his lungs.

I perk up and quickly stand to dust myself off, "Well, it's been fun, but Yuji's meatballs are calling my name." I offer him my hand.

He takes it, and I hoist him up. "I 100% understand. I would go to war for those things." We laugh together. "I'm going to lock my bike up, and then I'll be right there."

"Sounds good. See you inside." I wave at him as I run up the steps to where Yuji was.

I walk into the common area and then into the kitchen. Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi all stand there. Two in particular look smug.

"Did you have fun?" Nobara teases. She leans against the fridge and throws a meatball into her mouth. "See a lot? Like a lot?"

I blush and grab a meatball to throw at her. "Nobara! Don't talk to your senpai like that!" She catches it in her mouth. "We went for innocent ice cream," I say matter-of-factly.

"Is that what they're calling it?" Megumi says unexpectedly, looking up from his phone for once.

"Not you too!" I groan and eat a meatball.

"You mean to say after hours of being out, you only got ice cream?" He asks like a know-it-all. "Something tells me you were busy with other things," He huffs.

"We were talking!" I flick his forehead, then Yuji's.

"What was that for!?" Yuji yelps and rubs his forehead roughly.

"You were going to say something dirty next." I glare with a huff. He's about to retort, but instead ends up sighing and nodding in shame. "That's what I thought."

"...any details?" Megumi mutters. Nobara gasps in offense.

"I knew you were a little gossip queen!" She accuses him and points at him like he robbed her grandma. He rolls his eyes and grumbles. "But I agree, details pleasssee!" Nobara whines.

"Maybe later, if you all decide to stop being brats." I eat another meatball. A collective groan rings out amongst the three.

"Tomorrow?" Yuji prods.

"No, I have a mission."

A/N: *insert foreshadowing* *insert mission gone wrong >:)*

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kinda-super-hot · 2 months ago

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Tour Time - Yuji Plays Wingman

Pairing: Ino Takuma x F! Crush!Reader (no gender specified)

Summary: Reader is a transfer at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech from America. She finally meets the infamous Ino, back from his mission in America, who... can hardly get a word out. Then comes our hero, Yuji, who becomes the best wingman. Ino and Y/N bond over their travel experiences, and end up offering each other tours.

Warnings: Nothing, I don't think. Lmk if you find something.

Word Count: 1,820

A/N: Series or nah?

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"You're gonna love him." Yuji jumps around me like an excited puppy. "He's your age and he is so cool- and - 彼はビーニーをかぶっています-"

"Yuji! Too fast!" I hold him by his shoulders to stop him jumping around. "I know you get excited, but I'm not a native speaker like you." Yuji often reminds me of my American upbringing when he speaks so rapidly that I can't keep up.

"Sorry, Y/N, I just know how great you two will get along." He gives a closed-eyed smile down at me. I sigh with a smile and let him go.

"He better live up to the hype." I follow his quick steps to the boy's dorms. Since I arrived at Jujutsu Tech Tokyo as a transfer from the U.S., the First Year's were unable to hide their fascination with me being a foreigner. They, particularly Yuji and Nobara, were ecstatic to share their culture.

It seems that's not the only thing, either. Within a month of my transfer, they acquainted me with the other students and even some alumni. Though, there is one in particular I haven't met.

We walk into the common area and are about to head to the boys' sector of the dorms when we hear a fridge close from the communal kitchen. "Ino-dude! Is that you?" Yuji shouts.

He walks out casually, hips first. His essence screams comfortable and sure. He wears a black beanie, sweater, and sweatpants- all uniform. His dark attire distracts from his face- wow, it's boyish and charming even. Tufts of chestnut brown hair frame his cheekbones, a stray piece falls into his eyes- his eyes...

I clear my throat, "You must be Ino." I give a soft bow to him. "I've heard so much." I become aware of the angle at which I'm bent, maybe a degree too far- will he notice? Of course he won't, what am I thinking!?

"Oh." His voice is low and clear. My heart drops at what it could mean. I raise my head from its bow and look up at him. He looks shocked, like I have two heads.

I swallow thickly and smile despite my abrupt discomfort. "It's nice to meet you." A beat of silence passes, and I grimace at the awkwardness.

I look at Yuji with eyes that scream 'HELP ME'. "Ino-dude, are you feeling okay?" He looks at the older man.

"Hm? Yeah. Good. Great." The last word is a borderline hiss of awkwardness. I laugh nervously. What a disaster.

"Well, you seem busy. I'll let you two catch up." I make a quick exit out of the common room and straight to the girls' dorms to hide under my covers.

A few days pass, and I occasionally think about the encounter, but nothing much. Sometimes I'll catch him out of the corner of my eye, only to turn my head and find him gone.

More or less, I've decided whatever relationship Yuji thought we would have is hopeless.

One day, after coming back from a mission that was more annoying than tough, I see Yuji waiting outside my room. "Hey, Yuji, what's up." I greet him with a smile and dap him up.

"Y/N, that mission didn't tire you out too much, did it?" He smiles, but something feels off. Yuji is welcoming, always, but this smile seems a little forced.

"No, I feel fine." I raise an eyebrow at the teenager. "Why?"

"Just wanted to hang out. Play a game, maybe." He shrugs nonchalantly. I unlock my door and let him follow me in. When I've settled into my computer chair, I stare him down.

"What?" I don't answer him and just stare harder. I know, he knows, we both know that he has something to say. "Go on."

He sighs dramatically and flops on my bed. "Y/NNNNNN." I roll my eyes.

"You come into my room and want to whine at me?" I get off my chair and choose to sit beside him on the bed. "Fess up, what do you want? I'm not going back to America for a few weeks, so I don't have any foreign snacks for you."

"It's Ino." He says abruptly. I can't help but freeze at his utterance. My eyebrows instantly furrow, and an awkward smile graces my lips. "I know- I know, but just hear me out?" He sounds exasperated. "He's weird."

"...I don't know what to say to that."

"Okayyy... you make him nervous." He acts like I'm a child and is waiting for me to piece together what he's saying.

I shuffle on the bed to face him better. "Is it my technique? I only spar with those in my skill grade, and even then, it's not like I'd force him." I explain.

Yuji rolls his eyes like I'm the problem. "C'mon."

"What?!"

He struggles for words for a second before sighing. "Do you want to go get pizza with me and the other First Years tonight?"

"Weird change of topic, but okay."

It was not okay, because when I arrived, the square table, which we usually sat at that had FOUR chairs, was cozied up next to a couple's table. With this setup, we could fit six people, maybe more if we crammed.

"Did you invite the third years?" I'm about to drop my bag on the back of one of the chairs, but there's already a purse there. I move to the next, and there's a wallet. The next, and there's a phone. Every seat except one has some sort of item on it. "Gojo too?"

I take my seat and notice I am on the complete other end of where the First Years sit. Maybe we're divided by age, meaning I'll sit next to Gojo.

"Ha, yeah, they'll be here soon." Yuji smiles.

I feel a little awkward at the distance at which we talk. "You're so far away." I laugh. Nobara smiles, bordering on sympathetic, and Megumi sighs before going on his phone. "Ha... ha."

Suddenly, I feel the energy shift as the group looks above me. Someone's arrived. "Yo, what is up-?" Oh god.

I slowly turn around to see Ino, who was already staring down at me. His previous excitement is frozen in time, his arms still up in the air. Our eyes lock and I can feel the tension swirl.

"Yay... so glad you made it," Yuji says small-ly from the other side of the table.

Ino clears his throat and looks at the others with a smile. "Yeah, thanks for inviting me." At this, I slowly crick my head to Yuji with a twitching eyelid and terrifying smile. He laughs forcefully.

For a moment, Ino hesitates to sit, but then he sits right across from me. At first, I assumed it was because of all the items on the seats, but when I look, they've all miraculously moved. So... he chose to sit by me.

I lick my lips and turn to him with a tight-lipped smile. "Ino. Hey." He looks momentarily stunned before smiling back.

"Y/N. You look nice." He comments. I do not like nice. After my mission earlier today, I hadn't bothered to clean up much. My hair is frizzy, my clothes lightly smell like a construction site, and I know my mascara is smudged. But to be fair, I just assumed this was pizza with friends.

"Ino, how was your mission a few days ago? In America." Nobara comments dramatically. None of the First Years are conversing with themselves; their eyes are pinned to Ino and I.

"America?" I perk up and look to Ino curiously.

His eyes flutter. "Yeah. The higher-ups sent me to help out in the U.S. because of their low staff. It was just a second-grade, anyway." He looks away with a smile.

"Just a second-grade? Don't sell yourself short. While they're not the toughest missions, they're not easy." I praise. "What state were you in?"

"California." He indulges me.

"Ah, yeah, they have a high curse rate with the population density." I hum. "Did you get to enjoy the area?"

He huffs a laugh. "There was a huge skate park by the beach. I was able to hang out there for a little bit." He rolls up his sleeves. Light hair dusts his tan, toned arms.

"You skate?" I ask. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Yuji getting slapped upside the head. When I turn, the group acts like nothing happened and give me big smiles.

"Only all my life." He smirks and leans back in his chair. He's clearly more relaxed than when he first arrived. "It was hard with directions, though. They all only spoke English."

"I remember feeling that way when I came to Japan. The language, culture, and societal norms are all so different. Ha, you know how shell-shocked I was when I walked into Gojo's penthouse with my 'outside' shoes on? He nearly threw me out." I chuckle at the memory.

His eyes crinkle at my story. "I didn't stay there that long, I didn't really experience much besides a communication struggle."

Before I can think about what I'm saying, I say, "I'll just have to take you sometime and let you experience it."

We're both equally shocked by what I said. Ino's eyes widen before softening. "How courteous of you." I jump as his foot bumps against mine under the table. "Whoops." He pulls it back a millimeter, but not enough. After that, he doesn't acknowledge it.

Oh. I look at Yuji with wide eyes. When Ino's gaze follows mine and I'm sure he won't see my face, I mouth 'nervous!?' to Yuji. He is not nervous- well, he is, just not how I thought he was. I thought he was intimidated, not crushing on me.

"Sounds fun." Megumi smirks. He knows. God, did everyone know besides me!?

"Yeah..." I look back at Ino, who turns back to me as well. "But, since we're already here... I haven't seen much of Japan." I stretch my legs to relieve some tension. "I've only gone to shops near the school and wherever there's a mission. It would be nice to know more about the country I'm in." I smile, an offer.

"Oh yeah?" His eyes light up. He sits a little straighter in his chair and licks his lips excitedly. "Y'know, I'd be a great tour guide. I know Japan like the back of my hand. Plus, it's way smaller than America, so there's a lot less ground to cover. I mean, it's not inferior by any means, but everything is closer."

"Mm, yeah. I'm... free this weekend." I smile softly.

"I can do Sunday." He breathes like he doesn't think this is real.

"Cool." I say.

"Cool." He says.

"Cool." Yuji says. I face him with a playful scowl, that little mastermind.

A/N: Series or nah?

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kinda-super-hot · 2 months ago

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#Idiots.

Pairing: Ino Takuma x Reader (no gender specified) - frenemies to lovers

Summary: Two idiots (Ino and you- yes you), both think the other hates them. This is obviously not the case. It takes a near death experience for some true, six-year-old feelings to show. Lucky you, there's a happy ending.

Warnings: Not proofread. Near death experience (Ino). Panic attack.

Word Count: 3,516

A/N: Lemme know if you want a part 2 maybe.

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The day started as any other: wake up, do some solo training, and go on whatever mission the higher-ups have assigned to me. Oh, and of course, avoid Ino Takuma.

Why? Well, it's simple, really: he is the most annoying man I have ever met who can't stand to compete against me. Particularly regarding our mentor, Nanami.

Today, fate decided to fuck me in the ass and assigned me a mission with such pain in the ass. I show up five minutes early for the briefing we're supposed to see Nanami for, but clearly, I'm not early enough, because that pain is sitting casually picking at his nails at a desk.

I hesitantly decide to say something and not be a completely bad mission partner. "...hey." Ok, that was more awkward than I intended.

Ino looks up with a raised brow and an almost annoyed expression. "Hey." He says almost monotone, but he can't hide his sass. "Nice of you to show up." Clearly, he can't help himself from trying to one up me for more than five seconds.

"I'm early." I say irritated and defend myself. I sit a few desks away from him. He gives a small scoff and a coy smile.

"Nanami says if you're not fifteen minutes early-"

"You're late." The door opens softly and Nanami walks through without emotion. "Can you two go at least a debrief without fighting?" His eyebrows furrow as he stands an equal distance away from the both of us. It's probably a good idea so neither of us snap a smart remark at his favor.

I sigh and divert my attention like a child scolded. I can only assume Ino does the same. "Sorry, sir." I grumble.

"Sorry." Ino copies. He also grumbles, but I'm surprised by his soft tone. While we both are motivated by Nanami's praise, Ino seems to see him as more of a father figure. It's become clear over their interactions that Ino hates to disappoint him.

"Don't be sorry, be better." He reminds. "Now, let's move on. The mission. The location is an older warehouse near the center of Tokyo. It's become a hotspot for 'ghost hunters' who can't help but venture in. As a result, they've come out seemingly fine, until a few months later when they develop an unknown sickness." He covers. "You leave now, Ijichi is already waiting in front of the school. Try not to keep him waiting."

"Of course." I give a low nod in respect and Ino follows the action.

Nanami dismisses us and I walk right past Ino out into the hall and walk silently to the car. Well, I try. My peace is quickly interrupted. "I, um... how are.. you?" He stumbles out. I give him and incredulous look.

"...fine?" I respond hesitantly. He develops a nervous sweat and avoids eye contact. "How are you?"

"Fine-good." He responds quickly with a nervous smile. I have no idea what inspired this nervousness, but it's way better than his usual confrontational self. Then I notice how is gaze drifts down to my chest. I look down to see the first buttons of my uniform undone, revealing some cleavage.

"Oh, Ino!" I turn my torso away from his gaze quickly and button up. "God, you-" I groan and walk faster. He continues to follow, but definitely further behind.

We arrive at the car, and I hop in the back with an annoyed look. "Evening L/n." Ijichi greets. Ino slides into the backseat beside me, and I press as close as I can into the opposite window from where he sits.

"Hi, Ijichi." Despite my frustration with the other male in the car, I smile at my senior. "Have you been well?" My real personality shows: bright, positive, and kind. A personality Ino can only watch from afar.

Ijichi puts the car into drive, and we pull away from the school. "The usual, Gojo being Gojo and having me do his bidding." He chuckles with underlying tiredness. "But enough about me. How was the concert you were so excited to go to?"

I hum in memory. "I can't even begin to describe it. Sabrina was marvelous of course." I giggle.

"Sabrina, huh?" I turn to Ino who murmurs while looking out the window. "I can see that." I stare for a second, taking in his side profile and then recognizing his words. Had his tone not been on the softer side, I might have been offended.

"Yeah?" I hum. Something about Ino feels... different. A sudden and new interest in what I have to say. "Why do you say that?"

Almost imperceptibly, the corner of his lip tilted up the slightest bit. "You're upbeat, maybe a little cheesy." He hums, still staring out the window.

I don't know how to respond. I practically gape at his perception of me, and even more at his sudden ability to acknowledge me as more than an irritation. Before I can even think of responding, the car stops, and we get out without a word.

I swallow all the words I could have said and venture into the warehouse. "Game plan?"

"Yeah right." He smirks and heads off in some random direction. I roll my eyes and put my guard up, exploring the building.

The cement walls and heavy machinery are more than intimidating in the low lighting. Not to mention, the veil Ijichi cast blocks out a lot of the sun's rays, so not even the windows are much help.

It doesn't take long before I hear a crash from a few levels above. I sprint up the stairs and come face to face with a white curse that smells of sickness and rotten eggs. It looks like it wears a mask with a frown on it, but upon closer inspection, it's clear it's just it's ugly face.

Then something else catches my eye. Against a cracked concrete wall, in a heap on the floor is Ino with his beanie covering his face and clearly unconscious. My breath catches in my throat as I try to examine him further from the yards he is away from me, but I'm interrupted by the curse's roar.

It bellows and heads directly at me. I unsheathe the sword that hangs at my hip and glare the thing down. I get into the stance Nanami reinforced in every training session since I first started at Jujutsu High and release my cursed technique. "One thousand cuts." I murmur and lunge at the beast. In an instant, it's nothing but chunks on the floor.

I hardly catch my breath before running to Ino's side. My knees skid along the rough floor and are surely scraped, but I don't have it in me to care. "Ino!" I steady his head with one hand and remove his beanie from his face with the other. "Ino, please." I caress his cheekbones with my thumbs. "Ino!" I hug his body to mine and lightly shake him. "Wake up, please wake up."

I whip out my phone and dial Ijichi, explaining our situation in a rush. He speeds over and I throw my phone to the side. The shock subsides and tears enter my eyes and I struggle to breathe. "Ino, please, hon, you need to get up." I run my fingers through his hair and again, hug his body to mine.

"...who knew this is what it would take for you to be nice to me?" He croaks.

"Oh, god." I squeeze him tighter and then pull back. I grab his face tightly and turn it in my hands to assess him further. Relieved tears fall from my cheeks.

"Oh." He's clearly surprised by my emotion. "Y/n, I'm alright-"

"No." I cut him off with a shaky voice. Many, oh many times have sorcerers been traumatized in this line of work, but it never gets easier. "Ino, please Ino." I continue to beg. The roles are suddenly reversed, and he grabs my face in his hands.

"I'm okay. See? I'm okay." He grabs my hand and places it over his heart. My eyes flicker from his face to where my hand rests, terror still present, hardly believing I hadn't lost him.

Ino frowns and rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. "L/n- Y/n." He cuts himself off. He moves my hand again and moves it to his neck where his main artery lies, letting me feel it's pulse. "You're okay."

I nod quickly and finally begin to calm down. I can't help myself and rest my head on Ino's chest, listening to his heartbeat. He's clearly surprised by this, but holds me close to him none the less. He shushes my breathing.

Suddenly, Ijichi runs up the stairs, and relief floods my body. The rest is a traumatized blur of Ino holding me close and stumbling back to the car. I hardly hear Ijichi's worried rambling and release some tension in Ino's arms.

I wake up in my room. I look around blearily. I'm in pajamas, I can only assume some staff helped with that, but then my plugged in phone catches my eye. They've never done that before...

I ignore my pounding head and sit up. "Ino..." I whisper into the air and rush out of my room, still in pajamas. Due to his injuries, I can only assume he's in the hospital wing, but when I show up, he's not in sight. I run back to the dorms and knock on his bedroom door. Nothing.

There's only one other possible option. "There's no way..." I jog to the dojo and swing the doors wide open. Ino's head flicks up in surprise. He's in the middle of hitting a punching bag. He's breaking a light sweat and has no clear injuries but-

"What the hell are you doing!?" I shout and stomp over to him. I push him by his shoulders as gently as I can while still being able to put distance between him and the punching bag. His sweaty face peers down at mine. He quickly scans me over, likely checking for injuries as well.

"What do you-?" I grip his shoulders tightly and give him an expression he's never seen from me before: gentle (while worried) eyes.

"You could have died." I say bluntly. "The last thing you should be doing is-" I motion to his sweaty body. "-training."

"The medical wing cleared me." He shrugs off my grasp. "I had a minor concussion, but it's passed." He finally notices my attire. "Did you just wake up?" He eyebrows furrow.

I scoff. "I couldn't care less what the medical wing says, you need rest. You're being stupid." His eyes narrow before reluctantly widening.

"Oh." He comments.

"Oh?" I say exasperatedly. "Do you not understand-?"

"How did I not notice?" He breathes and stares me down. His gaze feels like it pierces my soul. His breathe seems to slow and his shoulders slump.

"Notice what?" For some reason, I feel caught. Without much thought, I stand more feebly. Obviously, I don't clear the scolding from my eyes, less I seem forgiving of his actions.

"You." He hums with an unplaced emotion. My breath catches in my throat. His eyes trace my face softly.

"What?" I breathe.

"Who knew?" He puts his hands on his hips and chuckles, like he knows something I don't.

"Knew what?" My brows furrow and I'm suddenly aware of the distance between us- just a few inches.

"First thing you did when you woke up. You came to find me." He points out.

"Well... you almost died?" I respond. He makes it seem like it's something abnormal. "Of course I'd want to make sure you were okay."

"You haven't been to the hospital wing yet." He takes a step closer to me. "You're so meticulous about getting checked out after missions, never hesitating." Another step closer. "I had no flesh injuries. You knew that. You still came to me."

I don't know what to say to that. It's true, but it doesn't mean anything. "I don't understand." Our height difference feels apparent as I look up to meet his gaze.

"What do you think when you look at me?" He asks, getting bolder.

"You're annoying." I deadpan. He scoffs but gives a look that urges me to continue. "You're stubborn." I clench my jaw and relent. "A good student. A good sorcerer."

He smiles and nods, taking in the praise. "Nothing else?" He licks his lips and it catches my eye. His tongue peaks out and wets the soft pinkness. It clicks.

A blush rises to my face and my eyes flick to his. I'm at a loss for words, using all my brain power to examine his body language. His breaths are deep and slow, his gaze encouraging and hopeful, and his hands clenching and unclenching.

"Be more specific." I whisper, delaying the inevitable.

He tenses before relaxing again. "What do you think when you see me." He whispers back.

"You're fishing for compliments." I tease softly. He waits patiently for me to actually answer. I force myself to do so. "...Your eyes. That's the first thing I see. They're warm." It rolls off my lips, a confession that feels taboo. Then, I feel like I can't stop myself. "I see your unruly hair. I always wonder if it's as soft as it looks." The words tumble out and I can see his eyes widening in an emotion I can't quite tell. "Your body is immaculate. Muscle in all the right places. God, that paired with your handsome face is a nightmare." I scoff and take a step towards him, now invading his personal space.

"Then there's your lips. Your goddamn lips..." My voice lowers and my eyes connect with the pink pillows. He licks them once again and I groan before looking away. "Then I remember after all that, that you think I'm a nuisance."

I can't bring myself to meet his eyes. "I don't." The words are delayed, but rushed. "No. I think so highly of you. Close to Nanami level." I look at him unimpressed. "I'm serious. I take you so seriously, I can't bear to be left in the dust behind you. I can't do this without you." He confesses.

"Ino..." I look up at him. His eyes seem gentle and worried. His hands are slightly lifted. It's like he thinks I might dart away at any second and is ready to catch me.

"You like me." He blurts and his face instantly turns pink. I gasp at his assumption and fluster.

"What are you talking about!?" I take a few steps away and throw my hands in front of me. "I check on you to make sure you're still breathing and suddenly you think it's a confession?" I pant.

He follows after me, following through with 'catching' me like I thought he would. "It's not just that!" He scoffs nervously. "You can hardly look at me, and when you do, it's like you can't stop." I grimace at his comment. "Up until now, I just thought you were plotting my murder in your head." He chuckles, albeit awkwardly.

I shake my head and turn away from him, my eyes on the exit of the dojo. "Yeah, okay." Before I can take a step, he darts in front of me with his arms to his side in order to block me.

"So?" He questions.

"What do you mean so?" I groan with a blush. I cross my arms and furrow my brows as I look up at him and pout.

"...you do... right?"

"..." I examine him from top to bottom. "Sorcerers don't do that, Ino." I sigh.

"Do what? Romance?" He snips.

"You almost died yesterday." I bite. He nearly jumps back in shock. "I could die tomorrow. Do you really want to deal with my funeral? Having sorcerer friends is pushing what people can handle in the death department. A partner? Nearly unheard of."

"Nearly." He comments.

"It ends in tragedy."

He's speechless. He just stares me down with a determined gaze. He clenches his fists and steps closer. Our chests bump together with every breath. I'm in the middle of taking a step back when he holds me by my arms.

"Bad idea." I breathe, but don't fight. I see his eyes flicker to my lips and back up to my eyes. I follow his actions, switching from his pretty brown eyes to his lips. Without any real thinking, I lean in. It's slow, testing if he'll deny the affection.

But he leans in too. Our lips meet in a soft kiss. My hands glide up to his shoulders and his travel to my hips. So soft, so tentative. He's warm and tastes like some random Dutch Bro's energy drink mix.

I sigh and pull back for a fraction of a second before going back for seconds. He becomes more confident and holds my hips tighter. One of my hands drifts to his nape and I deepen the kiss. It's sloppier than before, more open mouthed.

I press my body into his and he meets the force with his own. He nips at my lip and without hesitation, I let our tongues collide. We battle for dominance with soft grunts. Too caught up in the moment, I let him win. His hands raise to the back of my head as he ravages the inside of my mouth.

"Oh." A young voice echoes from our right. I push him away and wipe my mouth before looking over. There stands the first-year trio: Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara. "We can leave-" Yuji starts to close the door.

Nobara holds it open with a smirk. "I knew it!" She points at Ino and in a condescending voice says, "Done pining and whining over her? You finally asked her out?" She laughs.

Ino jerks his head to look at me. "NO-" He shakes his head rapidly. "I did not, ha-" He stutters while looking at me and giving an occasional glare at the trio.

"Ino-dude, congrats! I knew you could do it." Yuji praises with a smile and a thumbs up.

I give an awkward look at Ino. "You, uh... talked about this with the freshman?" I cringe.

Before he can respond, Megumi juts in, "Yeah, the twenty-one-year-old, graduated alumni needed relationship advice." His monotony only adds to Ino's embarrassment.

"You guys-" Ino whisper yells. I laugh and snort wildly.

"Aw, you really like me, huh?" I tease. His groan says it all. "How long?"

"A whilllleeeee." Nobara groans.

"Okay, enough from the peanut gallery!" Ino runs to the door and slams it on the freshman's face. A muffled 'hey!' comes from the other side. "Ha, ha..." Ino turns around nervously.

I stare at him with a newfound sympathy. "Is she right?" I hum and find it in myself to walk up to him.

"...yeah." He grumbles and shuffles in place.

"Your tongue was in my mouth less than ten minutes ago; you cannot be nervous in front of me." I tease with a chuckle. He flushes further. "How long, actually?"

"Freshman year." He says softly. His eyes are bordering on remorseful. "I've wasted so much time watching you be kind, and laughing, and it never being with me." He swallows. "I wanted it to be me. Then, one day, I was pissed that it wasn't me and snarked at you. Ever since, getting closer to you was hopeless."

"And I'm guessing the only way to get my attention was to annoy me?" He nods, ashamed. "Jesus, Ino." I put my head in my hands.

"I'm sorry, I really am. And now, I'm thrusting my feelings onto you like I deserve you just for waiting." He cringes at himself.

"...freshman year, I thought you were the cutest boy I'd ever seen," I admit. His face goes from despair to stars in his eyes.

"You're joking." He smirks like he won the lottery. "Don't make up things to make me feel better-"

"We both know I'm not." I groan and lean my head on his chest. "Then you were a dick to me for no reason." Ino frowns as he wraps his arms around me. "I couldn't help but stare sometimes, anyway."

He hums and rubs my back in thought. "...we're dumb." My laugh is muffled by his chest.

"Yeah..." A warmth in my chest covers my earlier hesitation. I look at him with determined eyes, still in his hold. "If we do this, you can't die," I say seriously.

He looks confused for a second before gasping. "You mean-"

"Be my boyfriend," I interject. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer. "Be my cute, idiot boyfriend." I yearn.

"Don't have to ask me twice." He smiles down at me and kisses my head before pecking my lips once-twice, and then one long one to tie it off.

He looks up towards the ceiling with a bright smile. "I bagged a baddie." He says in bliss.

"Me and you both." I smile up at him.

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kinda-super-hot · 7 months ago

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when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

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kinda-super-hot · 9 months ago

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kinda-super-hot · 9 months ago

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if i could bring you anything, i swear to god i'd bring you peace

pairing: suguru x reader

wc: 811

a/n: had a sad girl moment yesterday, so enjoy this fluff i dredged up from the depths of my drafts <3

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The muffled sound of your music goes quiet, and you wait a few beats before pushing yourself up to check what’s wrong. You take a deep breath as you breach the surface of the water, lungs burning at the intake of air, and your eyebrows pinch together almost immediately in annoyance at the sight in front of you.

“What are you doing?” Suguru isn’t even trying to hide the amused, albeit slightly concerned, look on his face. He’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, spinning your phone between his fingers.

“Having a sad girl bathtub moment, what does it look like?” you huff, leaning forward to grab the device—he really had the nerve to stop the music in the middle of such a good song—but he holds it above his head and out of your reach.

“Like you’re trying to see how long you can hold your breath. Like you dropped your ring but it fell down the drain when you were trying to get it and you don't know how to tell me so now you’ve given up. Like maybe I should be more worried. Should I be more worried?” He raises an eyebrow and you let out a quiet sigh, your shoulders sagging slightly with the motion, and the sight makes it feel like a weight has settled on his chest.

“No, I’m fine, can I please just have my music back?” You stick your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the puppy dog eyes you know usually make him fold.

But Suguru still doesn’t hand over your phone and instead sets it on the counter. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Rough day?”

His voice is so soft it threatens to break down the walls you’ve been holding up since you got out of bed that morning.

“Yeah,” you whisper, “I just didn’t know when you’d be home, and—”

“You could have texted me.” Suguru frowns, but you wave him off.

“It’s not that big of a deal, I wasn’t gonna bother you.”

Suguru lets out an almost exasperated laugh, and the sound makes your belly warm. “Anything that makes you want to do this is a big enough deal to me.” He grabs your phone off the counter. “Tell you what. You have until I’m done making dinner to finish sad girl bathtub hours. You can still be sad, and we can talk about your day if you want to, or we can do something else. But what I’m not going to let you do is turn into a human-sized prune in our bathtub.” He sets your phone on the edge of the tub and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Okay?”

You nod slowly, relaxing at the lingering feeling of his lips on your skin before tilting your head up to urge him into a kiss.

Suguru hums into your mouth, pulling back for a fleeting moment to nudge his nose against your cheek. “Say okay,” he whispers.

“Okay,” you breathe, and you lean closer to capture his lips again and deepen the kiss. You pull one hand out from under the water and cup his jaw before pushing your fingers into his hair, your teeth flashing in the briefest glimpse of a grin at the way he jumps when water trickles down his neck.

He pulls away and you have to fight off a laugh as he wipes at the back of his head and noticeably shivers. “I’ll call for you when dinner’s ready.”

“Or…” You tilt your head to the side and give him a sweet smile. “You could join me?”

Suguru huffs out a ‘no-fucking-way’ laugh and shakes his head. “Absolutely not. That water is way too cold.” You pout, but he’s already standing up and turning toward the door. “I mean it. We can have sad girl blanket burrito hours or sad girl movie marathon hours, but we’re not going to have sad-girl-getting-hypothermia-in-the-bath hours.”

And this time you do laugh, and in that moment you both know he’s made the breakthrough you needed from him. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you at dinner.”

He nods, and he begins making his way back out of the bathroom when you call for him.

“Suguru?”

He turns back around and raises an eyebrow in a silent question.

“I love you,” you murmur with a voice so soft it makes his heart swell. “And thank you.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “I love you too.”

You watch him leave the bathroom and then close your eyes, letting yourself take what feels like the first deep breath you’ve been able to manage all day. And then you look at where your phone is still resting on the side of the tub, waiting for you to press play, and you reach forward and pull the drain.

fun fact i felt like i needed to title this some phoebe bridgers lyric but i'm sadly not a phoebe girlie and i couldn't lie to y'all like that

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