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[sweetvirgin]

ino & egypt, pt. 1.5 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ black!fem!reader

time skip (2 weeks) from this. something just short n sweet. a little mention of titties but u know me! no smut (for now). ur name is egypt cuz i hate writing “y/n.” — wc. 600ish ₊‧

takuma sat slouched between egypt’s thighs with his beanie off, the back of his head resting on her breasts as she gently played with his hair. it was getting so hard for him to pay attention to the video game on his tv. her caresses were causing him to shudder and press all of the wrong buttons. he bit his bottom lip, setting the controller down when her fingertips brushed from his jaw to that sensitive spot behind his ear. he had to just accept the bliss and say fuck that damn video game.

“you know, it’s impossible to focus when you do that,” takuma mumbled.

it came out as a complaint, but in actuality, he didn’t want her to stop. he felt his controller vibrate violently as other players shot at him. by now, he probably died a few times. but he couldn’t think with her behind him, stroking him like this. especially with them soft ass titties behind his head. it was too comfortable, he could feel himself getting tired.

egypt bit her bottom lip, trying to fight a smile. but despite his eyes being tightly closed, he could almost hear the corners of her mouth quirk up.

“when i do what?” she whispered, then she repeated the action. “oh, this? when i touch you here?” he curled his toes as he felt her fingers ghost the same area. the controller continued vibrating against his thigh.

“i know.” she added teasingly. he sucked a breath in, and egypt couldn’t help but giggle. “feel good?”

he let out a tormented groan before nodding obediently. “mhm. feel so good.” he settled deeper into her embrace, tilting his head back so that she could get an upside-down (a la spider-man kiss) view of his appeased expression.

she smiled as she looked down at him, bringing her hands up from his neck and cupping his face upside down. her thumbs gently ran across his jaw. his skin was so soft, so dainty. and his lashes, god. they were so long. such a pretty face. such sweet features.

“you so cute,” she cooed, so low it was like a prayer. absentmindedly, she stroked his cheeks with the pads of her thumb.

his eyes fluttered open, and she got an intimate close-up of the steel-grey color. egypt could see both the growing exhaustion in them. warmth from his blushing cheeks radiated into her fingertips, and she felt his lips stretch into a smile. “so are you.”

she kept petting him while wearing a cheeky grin. “i am, ain’t i?”

like a dummy, his sleepy head bobbed in agreement. “so pretty.”

her grin widened, thinking “awwww” to herself as her cheeks heated from a growing blush. he loved how cocky she was, and she loved how he praised her.

egypt bent down to deliver a chaste kiss to his forehead. he long forgot about that game, having been kicked from it for inactivity. instead, he felt warm from their newfound dynamic… whatever it was.

after the events that took place a couple weeks ago — where the two friends exchanged weed, lips, and lungs — she came over intending to test and tease him more. but looking down at his sweet face, she decided not right now. their closeness made it so that she just wanted to be tender to him for this moment.

she lowered her head and pressed her lips to his forehead again, and as she raised her head, she could see his cheeks flush pink almost immediately. cute. a simple affection was more than enough to suffice her. he could always get blue balls another time.