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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Izumida_Touichirou/Kuroda_Yukinari
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-06 Words: 3217
****** 'friends' ******
by hibikis
Summary
     “You steal all the blankets when you stay the night so I have to
     cover myself in pillows to stay warm.”
     “It’s cute though,” Izumida said as she dried her hands. “Me stealing
     all the blankets, that is.”
     “Yeah, you wrap yourself into a tiny sushi roll with just your nose
     and top of your head sticking out, it’s adorable.” Izumida’s heart
     fluttered as she walked back towards the bed.
     “Hey, Yuki?” Yuki looked up from her laptop.
     “Yeah?”
     “That was a little gay.”
Notes
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Childhood friends.
She was pretty sure that what she felt wasn’t what childhood friendship is
supposed to feel like. In fact, she was convinced that her feelings weren’t
friendly. She was fairly certain most people didn’t want to kiss their
childhood friends, they didn’t want to wake up with their childhood friends
pressed against them, all skin on skin contact, close and intimate. She was
pretty sure most childhood friends didn’t want to know what their best friend’s
moans sounded like, what they looked like writhing in bed, mere seconds from
coming undone. Izumida was almost positive she wanted, no, needed more.
She glanced over to Yuki, who was threading her fingers through her hair before
she tied it back, loosely knotting it into a bun before she looked away,
gnawing on her lip.
She’d been repressing that she even had feelings for Yuki for years now; she
could repress her actual feelings, right?
Yuki sat on the bench next to her, patting her forehead with a towel to wipe
away sweat before she looked over and grinned at Izumida. She leaned over and
bumped her shoulder against Izumida’s before speaking.
“You’re an asshole captain, you know that, right?” Izumida smiled at her and
stretched. Yuki yawned and glared at Izumida. “It’s not funny, my legs have
never been this sore. I think Doubashi is going to fill a tub with ice and sit
in it for the rest of her life. Yuuto is currently taking a cold shower. You’re
killing these girls.” Izumida stood and opened his mouth to speak. “Oi, are you
still planning on coming over tonight? Homework and takeout?” Izumida nodded.
“I need to shower and grab my things from my room first. It’s your turn to pay
for the food, yeah?” Yuki nodded.
“Yeah, bring some Icy/Hot or something; I wasn’t kidding about my legs.”
Izumida grabbed her bag and offered Yuki a hand to stand up. “Maybe you should
start weight training with me. Squats might do your legs some good.”
Yuki took the proffered hand and let Izumida pull her up. “Excuse me, you just
want my butt to be more shapely,” she said and posed, jutting her hip out and
angling one leg in front of the other.
“I just want you to have a butt in general, Yuki. Sitting all day for class
can’t be very comfortable when you have no padding to sit on.” Yuki glared and
punched her in the arm.
“I need to maintain my soft, feminine body type. You and Doubashi fill the
‘ripped girl in bike club’ quota, and we all know Yuuto can pack a punch if she
needs to. She grew up wrestling Hayato ‘for fun.’ Ashikiba and I need to
balance the club out.”
“What about Manami?”
“Where is she, anyway? Did she even show up for practice?”
“Does she ever?” Izumida muttered, adjusting her bag. She and Yuki waved
goodbye to the stragglers in the clubhouse and made their way back to the
dorms. They chatted quietly, intermittently before parting ways at Izumida’s
door.
“You want the same thing as usual tonight?” Yuki asked, pausing as Izumida
unlocked her door. Izumida hummed.
“Mix it up, but nothing too spicy okay?” Yuki nodded and jogged down the hall,
disappearing around the corner as Izumida pushed her door open and let herself
inside. She dropped her bag on the floor and kicked her shoes off and nudged
the door shut with her elbow before she started stripping to take a shower.
She let herself fall against the shower wall, the water rushing over her body
as she let out a few shaking breaths.
Friday night. Movie night, homework night, takeout night, sleepover night.
Close quarters, sleeping in the same bed as Yuki, mere hours after realizing
her feelings for her. She laughed quietly before pushing herself away from the
wall.
She showered quickly, feeling impatient to see Yuki again. She could convince
herself that she was excited for the food, right? Maybe the shitty b-rated
horror film Yuki would put on.
She could definitely blame her nerves on the horror, Yuki wouldn’t know better.
She turned the water off and stepped out of her shower, grabbing a towel before
her foot hit the floor. She was dry, dressed, and out the door in minutes. Yuki
had the door propped open when she got there. She knocked and walked in, and
stopped when she saw Yuki.
She was mostly undressed, only wearing a pair of shorts and a sports bra.
Izumida cleared her throat and looked away, blushing.
“I brought the Icy/Hot,” she said, still refusing to look at Yuki. “Have you
ordered food yet?” Yuki hummed in affirmation and turned around.
“Close the door and lather me in that,” she said before falling back onto her
bed. Izumida sighed and kicked the door shut before entering Yuki’s room
silently. Yuki pushed herself up onto her elbows and stared at Izumida. “Are
you okay?” She asked, “You’re normally not this quiet for movie night. Remember
last week, the movie about the tire that blows people up.”
“It was a cinematic masterpiece!” Yuki scoffed and rolled over on the bed.
“Lather me,” she whispered, spreading her limbs. Izumida sighed and crossed the
room, loosening the cap on the tube as she did so. She sat on the bed next to
Yuki and squeezed Icy/Hot onto her hand, before slapping it onto Yuki’s back.
“Cold,” Yuki muttered, her face pressed into a pillow. Izumida sighed and
rubbed the cream into Yuki’s back in slow circles. “Also give me a back rub?”
“Nope, I’m already lathering you in Icy/Hot.”
“We can watch the tire movie again.”
“You said you wanted to watch the Babadook.”
“We can watch them both?” Yuki pushed herself up suddenly and Izumida dropped
her hand. “I don’t really need Icy/Hot, I guess. I’ll take a hot shower after
practice tomorrow.”
“You should be doing cool down workouts after every practice,” Izumida pointed
out before standing to wash her hands. “You should always warm up and cool
down.” Yuki stuck her tongue out at Izumida and crawled up the bed, reaching
for her laptop before falling onto her pillows. “You should probably sleep with
less pillows, also,” she called, stepping into the bathroom to wash her hands.
“You steal all the blankets when you stay the night so I have to cover myself
in pillows to stay warm.”
“It’s cute though,” Izumida said as she dried her hands. “Me stealing all the
blankets, that is.”
“Yeah, you wrap yourself into a tiny sushi roll with just your nose and top of
your head sticking out, it’s adorable.” Izumida’s heart fluttered as she walked
back towards the bed.
“Hey, Yuki?” Yuki looked up from her laptop.
“Yeah?”
“That was a little gay.” Yuki laughed and patted the bed space next to her.
“The movie is ready.” Izumida sat down and got situated with the pillows, three
behind her, one in her arms, before she scooted over so her leg was brushing
against Yuki’s. “’That was a little gay,’” Yuki mocked as the movie started.
“This isn’t gay,” Izumida scoffed.
Yuki bumped her leg against Izumida’s. “You’re not really best friends until
someone thinks you’re dating.” Izumida laid her head on Yuki’s shoulder.
“Do you remember that middle aged mom at the ramen shop? The one who came to
our table and told us to keep our sex life private?”
Yuki laughed and focused on the movie. “’Don’t talk about that kind of stuff in
public!’ Fun fact, she was obviously sexting her lover at the counter. If
you’re going to have an affair, you shouldn’t have your text size so big on
your iPhone. You could read those messages from Hokkaido.” Izumida laughed and
snuggled closer to Yuki.
“You’re sure it was an affair?”
Yuki draped an arm over her shoulder, “I’m ninety percent sure that the words
‘you can fuck me in my bed while my husband watches baseball’ means it’s an
affair.”
Izumida coughed and turned to look at Yuki. “How big was the text size?”
“Mr. Magoo big.”
“Christ,” Izumida muttered before turning her attentions back to the computer
screen.
They watched the next fifteen minutes of the movie with no interruptions, and
then the food came and they ate on Yuki’s bed, food held over second year
textbooks as to not drop any on the sheets, while Yuki made snide comments
about how boring the movie was.
Half an hour later, the empty take out cartons set aside, Izumida’s head back
on Yuki’s shoulder, Yuki yawned and stretched before moving just enough that
Izumida’s head hit the pillows. Izumida looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed,
and watched Yuki chew her bottom lip for a second before speaking. “I was
comfortable,” she muttered. “So close to sleep.” Yuki laughed quietly and
turned to look at her.
“Can you grab a hair tie from the table?” she asked, “You’re closer.” Izumida
nodded and rolled onto her back, stretching her arm out to grab the small black
elastic before she flicked it at Yuki and resumed her previous position as Yuki
tied her hair back into a bun.
Yuki glanced down at her before staring at the wall. “I want to try something,
if that’s okay,” she whispered.
Izumida furrowed her brows again, “that’s fine.” She paused, “are you okay?”
Yuki slid down the bed and turned to face Izumida. “I’m fine?”
“That was a question.” Yuki nodded and slung an arm over Izumida’s stomach. “If
you want to cuddle that’s—“
“I don’t want to cuddle. Well, I do. I want to cuddle a lot. I want to cuddle
with you like, every day. Multiple times a day?”
“Yuki—“ Izumida started, and Yuki pushed herself up slightly, and placed one of
her hands on Izumida’s face.
“I want to kiss you,” she whispered. “I want to kiss you a lot. Every day,
multiple times a day.” She leaned in slightly and pressed her lips to Izumida’s
gently. “Maybe like, double digits times a day?” she whispered against
Izumida’s lips. “Can we try that? If you don’t want to we can finish this
shitty ass horror movie and forget this entire event just happened.”
“Pause the movie,” Izumida said. Yuki stared at her, confused. “Pause the
movie, we might miss something important.” Yuki sat up and tapped the trackpad
to pause the movie before turning back to stare at Izumida, who grabbed her
wrist and pulled her back down. “We can cuddle a lot, if you want that. Maybe
you can kiss me sometimes, too?”
“Sometimes?”
“A lot of times? Right now? You can kiss me now, if you want?” Yuki grinned and
dropped her head, planting wet kisses on Izumida’s face. Izumida wrapped a hand
around the back of Yuki’s neck and Yuki stopped, pulling away far enough to
focus on Izumida’s face. Izumida pushed herself up onto one of her elbows and
kissed Yuki softly. She could feel Yuki smile against her lips and she kissed
her harder, using the hand on Yuki’s neck to pull her closer until her elbow
gave out and she fell back onto the bed, pulling Yuki with her. Yuki broke the
kiss and grinned.
“I’ve wanted this for a while,” she admitted, running one of her hands down
Izumida’s side. “All of this. The movie slash takeout slash homework nights? I
suggested it so I could spend more time with you. Especially the horror movies,
I know you scare easily and it was nice to have you cling to me for a few hours
like I was the only thing in the world.” She kissed Izumida again. “I’ve wanted
this,” another kiss, this time on Izumida’s jaw, “for years.” Her kisses
trailed lower, down Izumida’s throat, to her collarbones, to the edge of her
shirt, where Yuki ran out of skin to kiss. She slid a hand up Izumida’s shirt,
casting her a questioning glance, and when Izumida nodded, she pushed the shirt
up to reveal Izumida’s stomach. “Do you know what it’s like, watching someone
you’re attracted to ride a bike in a pair of hot shorts and a sports bra? Or
watching her work out? Or knowing that she’s one shower stall away from you,
completely naked? Do you know what it’s like to watch someone you love sleep at
night, stupid fucking blanket sushi roll and all?” Between every question, Yuki
dropped kisses on Izumida’s stomach, her path still trailing down.
“Is that why you always spot me while I do squats? So you can stare at my ass?”
Yuki chuckled and tucked her fingers into the waistband of Izumida’s shorts.
Izumida tapped one of her fingers on Yuki’s chin. “I love you too,” she
whispered, and Yuki crawled back up the bed, straddling her, before grabbing
her face in her hands and pulling her up into a kiss, this one deeper than the
rest, more charged than the rest. Izumida responded, eager, her hands on Yuki’s
hips as Yuki ground her hips down on to her stomach. One of Yuki’s hands fisted
into her hair and she tugged her head back, exposing her neck and her lips left
Izumida’s, leaving her whining and breathless and Yuki pressed kisses and small
bites down Izumida’s throat, laving her tongue over the bite marks. Yuki’s
hands tugged at her shirt, yanking it up until she pulled away and pull it over
Izumida’s head. The shirt was tossed across the room and Yuki pulled Izumida
close again, kissing her fiercely as her hands traced circles over the skin on
Izumida’s back. She was still grinding on Izumida, her hips moving in tiny
circles, pressing down onto Izumida’s as she unclasped her bra. Izumida let it
hang on her shoulders as she pulled Yuki closer until their skin was touching
every place it could. She felt like she was on fire, her body quivering with
want and need as Yuki pulled away, taking Izumida’s bra with her before she
pushed Izumida down onto the bed. Izumida flushed, looking away as Yuki leaned
down, her hands on either side of Izumida’s head as she nipped at her breasts,
before kissing the small bite marks. One of Yuki’s hands traced down Izumida’s
body, pausing to pinch one of her nipples before continuing. Her hand hovered
at the waistband of Izumida’s sweatpants.
“Do you want this?” she asked, looking up at Izumida. Izumida nodded and Yuki
pressed her hand flat on Izumida’s stomach. “We can stop at any time,” she
said, her fingertips brushing against the elastic, “if you’re uncomfortable.
Just say something, okay?” Izumida nodded and Yuki’s hand dipped inside her
sweats but still over her underwear. She swiped her fingers over Izumida’s
entrance, smirking up at her. “You want this as bad as I do, don’t you?” she
asked before leaning up to kiss Izumida. “Relax,” she whispered against
Izumida’s lips. “I won’t hurt you,” she promised before pushing Izumida’s
underwear aside and brushing one of her fingers over Izumida’s clit. Izumida
inhaled sharply and Yuki smirked at her before slowing pushing one of her
fingers inside. She trailed kisses down Izumida’s neck again as she slowly
fingered Izumida. Yuki crooked her finger once and sealed her lips over one of
Izumida’s nipples, sucking lightly as Izumida’s hips bucked. Izumida let out a
shaky moan Yuki pulled her finger out and pushed Izumida’s pants down.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered, sitting up and tugging Izumida’s pants
completely off. Izumida blushed and turned her head. Yuki grabbed one of
Izumida’s legs and pulled slightly, pulling her into a different position
before she leaned down and pressed a kiss to Izumida’s wet panties. Izumida bit
down on her lip and pushed herself onto her elbows. Yuki stared at her, and
once she made eye contact, Yuki pushed her panties aside again and swiped her
tongue over her wetness. Izumida moaned quietly and Yuki smirked before she
pressed a quick kiss to Izumida’s clit. She sucked lightly, flicking her tongue
over the nub a few times before she looked up at Izumida. Her face was flushed
dark red and her head was angled back. Yuki could barely see that she was
biting her bottom lip like her life depended on it. She gently ran her hand up
Izumida’s thigh and Izumida relaxed slightly, letting out a sigh as she looked
back down at Yuki.
“You okay?” she asked, before she nipped Izumida’s thigh. Izumida jerked her
leg away and nodded. Yuki smirked and pushed a finger into Izumida again,
listening to Izumida’s shaky sigh as she did so. She nipped at Izumida’s thigh
again and crooked her finger, before drawing her fingers out and pushing in
two.
“Yuki,” Izumida gasped, her fingers clutching the bed sheets. “I ne-“ Yuki bit
down, hard, on Izumida’s hip.
“What do you need?” she breathed.
“Kiss me,” Izumida whispered. “Please.”
Yuki smirked, “You’re close, aren’t you?”
Izumida turned her head and closed her eyes, and tried to grind her hips down
onto Yuki’s hand. “I need,” she inhaled sharply and pressed her hips down again
as Yuki crooked and twisted her fingers. “More, Yuki, please. I need more.”
Yuki shifted on the bed slightly and pressed her tongue flat against Izumida’s
clit, dragging it up slowly and reveling in Izumida’s shaky moan. She
alternated kitten licks to Izumida’s clit and small crooks of her fingers until
Izumida was panting heavily, begging Yuki for more. Yuki dragged her teeth over
Izumida’s clit lightly and Izumida pressed her hips down, rocking down onto
Yuki’s fingers as her orgasm washed over her. Yuki kissed her thigh again and
withdrew her fingers, resting her hand on one thigh and her head on the other.
“You’re trembling,” she whispered, dragging her fingers down Izumida’s thigh.
“You good?”
“Yeah, I’m,” Izumida cut herself off. “Are you good?” Yuki nodded and pushed
herself up on the bed.
“I’m fine,” she said. Izumida raised an eyebrow at her and she climbed up the
bed and rested her head on Izumida’s stomach. “I’ll be even better if you give
me a kiss.” Izumida propped herself on her elbows.
“My entire body is numb, I’m sorry but you’re going to have to work for it.”
Yuki planted a hand on either side of Izumida and pushed herself up enough to
kiss her.
The kiss itself was short, sweet; it was what their first kiss should have
been.
“Thank you, Yuki.” Izumida said and she let herself drop back onto the pillows.
“Get up here and unpause the movie.” Yuki snorted.
“This movie fucking sucks, can we watch Star Wars instead?”
“This movie isn’t as bad as the tire movie though.”
“I thought you said it was, and I quote, ‘a cinematic masterpiece.’”
“Well it is.”
“A cinematic masterpiece of shit,” Yuki mumbled under her breath and Izumida
shoved her lightly.
“Turn on the movie so I can get some sleep.”
“You can’t sleep to Star Wars.”
“Fuckin’ watch me.”
Yuki queued the movie and snuggled against Izumida, who fell asleep within
minutes. Yuki sighed and shut the laptop before pressing herself closer to
Izumida and pulling a blanket over them. She’d give Izumida hell in the
morning.
 
 
End Notes
     [spongebob narrator voice] FOUR MONTHS LATER
     written for the loveliest aj as a bribe to finish a kuroizu art....
     four months ago.
     I've never written lesbians before in my life so I'm sorry if it's a
     little forced or awkward but i hope you like it uwu
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