Saiki accompanies you to shop for swimsuits for your upcoming (heavily anticipated) vacation. How would a simple, menial chore look for the two of you?
CW: Talks/references to sexual acts
A cold breeze delicately plays with the strands of your hair as you tightly grip Saiki’s hand, your shoulders shaking under the frigidity. Purple gaze stays steadfast ahead as he brings your adjoined hands into his coat pocket, and you instantly feel heat radiating from his palm.
“You keep doing things like that, and I’m going to kiss you right here”, you proclaim, a smile lacing every syllable.
He doesn’t deem you a glance as he rolls his eyes and telepathically murmurs, “I heard it the first time; why’d you have to say it out loud?”
“Causee~”, lithely dragging the vowel, “You need to hear it multiple times. Maybe then you’ll take the threat seriously”
“You’re my girlfriend; how is kissing you considered a threat?”
“With the way I’m gonna do it, you better think of it as one”, looking up at him, although the blatant adoration resonating in your eyes subdues your words amusingly.
And apropos the twitch on the corner of his lips, he seems to agree, “Alright, then I’m not going to kiss you.”
Footsteps halt on the pavement as you look at him appalled, “What...”, which elicits another exaggerated eye-roll.
“You’re so dramatic; keep moving.”
“No”, the pout on your lips accentuating your grief, “I need time to process this betrayal.”
He tugs your hand to pull you beside him once again, “Walk while processing it; you can multitask”.
“Oh, yeah, I’m totally multitasking. I’m walking, grieving, and planning on breaking up with you”.
You watch his pink hair ruffle in the wind as he hums unbothered, “Tell me when, and I’ll move my stuff out”.
“Uh huh, I better find another boyfr-”, you cut yourself off as his hand, all of a sudden, unsurprisingly, burns against yours, “Fuck!”, shaking his hand off, but he grabs it in his reach once more, ice-cold fingers placating your hand and your heart.
Amethyst gaze hardens as a giggle escapes your lips, “You know, you could just admit you’re jealous, my love~”.
“Why would I be jealous? You giving me a reason to be jealous?”
Another breathless giggle as you bump your shoulder against his, shaking your head, “Never, I’m all yours, baby”.
“Mhmm…”, he murmurs, tightening his hold on your hand, “Better not make me regret our trip”.
“Please, you were practically on your hands and knees, begging me to join you”.
The sidewalk echoes with loud laughter as he drops your hand, walking ahead, “Babyy~”, you call out and chase after him, wrapping your arms around his, “Don’t be embarrassed”.
“I’m not”, he replies, his head instinctively resting against yours, “Besides, you’re the one who’s comfortable with being on their hands and knees”.
Your cheeks flush the pretty shade he reveres, and you hide away into his firm bicep, “Stop… as if you don’t love that as well.”
His arm gravitates around your waist, anchoring on your curves, like a superior being molded them to constellate perfectly (or maybe a pink-haired, omnipotent man, who could tell), “Can’t deny the obvious, love”.
The content smile that has scratched a home for itself on your lips ever since you met makes its warm return: “But really… I am excited for the trip, baby”.
“I know, your thoughts are going haywire”.
“I can’t help it! Our first trip together! I’ve never travelled anywhere with anyone besides my family, let alone my boyfriend”.
“And who am I, Dua Lipa?”
You grumble out, “I should stop teaching you pop culture”.
“Uh huh, then how would I know I could put low-effort boyfriends into a coma?”
“Yeah, I definitely have to keep you offline again”.
A huff, some would consider dismissive, but you know it’s him bursting into laughter, cackling and crying from sheer joy-
“That’s absolutely not it, but sure”.
“Oh contraire, I know you find me hilarious, charming, beautiful, and sexy”.
His fingers tap a pattern on your waist, suspiciously mirroring your heartbeat, “Like one finds a clown amusing”.
“So you concur with the other stuff”, you reply with a smirk, looking up at him, and his gaze fortuitously meets yours.
“I’m accompanying my girlfriend as she’s shopping for bikinis, what do you think?”
Your smile grows wider with every word that reverberates in your mind: “Oh, keep it in your pants, Kusuo. You wouldn’t want us to get an indecency charge”.
The corner of his mouth trembles against your jovial tune, fighting with himself to remain impassive. A war where he’s been as victorious as the streak against his mother, “An indecency charge, huh? It would be an interesting addition to a mundane day”.
His bicep vibrates from your boisterous laugh, fingers releasing your waist to hold your hand once more, “Only you would consider that to be ‘interesting’, hon”.
“Perhaps, but you seem to forget that I have x-ray vision; that’s my normal”.
“Ah, how could I forget, pervert”.
“You’re dating this pervert, genius”
A smirk blooms on your lips as you giggle, “Just the way I like my men”.
The deadpan look you’ve grown accustomed to seemingly gets more stone cold, but you can hear the cracks in them through the levity of his tone, “You know other men?”
Laughter evades your mouth - joyous and refreshing; the way it’s shaped to reverbrate after years of knowing him and now, loving him. Your should bumps against his and you watch his gaze lighten under those verdant glasses as he maneurves to hold your hand once more.
“You know, I am so looking forward to relaxing with you. And to prove that; I’m even excited about the actual flight! Now that’s insane”.
He hums languidly, “I’m sure you are.. Meanwhile, I’ll be miserable inundated with the thoughts of thousands of people”.
You gasp, stopping in your tracks, “Fuck… shit.. I didn’t think of that…”.
“For someone who’s dating a psychic, you seem to forget that quite often”, despite his tone being as mischievous as a impassive man of his stature could be - one that you’d usually jump into, it can’t pull you out of your reverie.
“I completed missed that… I insisted on taking the flight so you wouldn’t have to put the effort to teleport both of us AND our stuff… but.. Your telepathy would drive you insane..”
His thumb rubs your knuckles, placating the burgeoning anxiety brewing in your stomach, “It would… and it’s not too much effort to teleport us”.
You slowly let go of his hand to rest it on your chin, a frown etching the wrinkles on your forehead in his least favorite way, “Should I cancel our tickets?”
“We discussed this adnaseum. I agreed to it, I didn’t bring up telepathy, simply because I think flights are our best bet. But next time, I’ll just teleport us, alright?”.
“Yeah… yeah… sorry, baby”.
He reaches to hold your hand again, guiding you on the sidewalk to the store, “What are you even sorry about?”
A smile returns to your visage, “You’re right”, breathless giggles filling the warm atmosphere, “Next time, huh? Are you that desperate to get me on trips with you?”.
“Alright”, he responds blankly, staring ahead.
Your shoulders shake in amusement, unabashed laughter bursts forth, as he pretends not to retain and revisit every atom of bliss on your body.
There it is… that’s his favorite display of your wrinkles choreographing in unison.
~extra: At the Swimsuit Store~
You focus on your reflection on the mirror, hands on your hips, “What do you think? I like the color, but I don’t think it’s very secure”.
“It’s not practical, how do they expect people in swim in it?”
“It’s not meant to be practical; it’s meant to be sexy~”, the smile evident in your words, twirling around, the strings on the bottom smacking against your hips. You imagine his hands around them, teeth biting the lace to tug it-
“We are not having sex here”.
“Pfft, okay, spoilsport. You could turn us invisible~”.
“Yes, but that would be moot since it can’t make us inaudible. And you’re not known for your placidity”.
You wave him off, “Good point… you’ve escaped it.. For now.”
“Again, you’re my girlfriend. This isn’t a threat”.
“And again, with the way I’m gonna do it, it better fucking be”.
My second attempt at a Saiki Kusuo reader insert drabble (is it a drabble if it's over 4 pages long?). Regardless, it's an ATTEMPT.
