your roommate, ino, and his jealous streak pt.1
synopsis : a day full of tension and a stuffy car ride stir up new feelings in you, and maybe ino. this could go one or two ways, and itâs seem likes itâs leaning to one more than the otherâŚ
kyotoâs kiss : this might be a little ooc so sorry guys. no smut too đ
the soft hum of the engine vibrated gently through the air, low and steady, blending with the faint whisper of tires gliding across the pavement. the car felt warm, cocooned in a kind of quiet that wasnât empty, but full â comfortable, lived-in. the scent of his cologne lingered, something subtle and clean with a hint of spice, mixing with the faint trace of leather from the seats.
your head turned slowly, almost without thinking, until your gaze settled on him. your eyes drifted over the hard line of his jaw, tracing its shape as if you were committing it to memory. the dim light slipping in through the window caught against his skin, highlighting the slight shadow of stubble there. your gaze moved higher, softer now, settling on his cheek â on the small moles scattered there like constellations. you found yourself counting them without meaning to, your focus narrowing, the rest of the world blurring out.
for a moment, all you could hear was the quiet rhythm of his breathing, the subtle shift of fabric when he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel.
âsâthere a problem?â he murmured, his voice low and rough, like it had been pulled from somewhere deep in his chest. there was a quiet smile threading through his words, one you could hear even before you saw it.
you blinked, the spell breaking as his voice pulled you back. awareness rushed in all at once â the closeness, the fact that youâd been staring, the way his attention had shifted to you. heat crept up your neck, blooming across your cheeks in a slow, undeniable flush.
ânoâŚâ you hummed, the word soft and slightly breathless as you turned your head a little too quickly, your gaze snapping toward the window. the glass felt cool against the warmth radiating from your skin, a small relief. beside you, he let out a husky chuckle, low and knowing. it lingered in the space between you, wrapping around your senses and settling somewhere deep in your chest, making your heart stutter just a little.
you cracked the window open just a little more, the glass whining softly as it slid down, letting the cool night air rush in and whip against your burning face. it hit you all at once â sharp, restless, threading through your hair and skimming over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. it smelled faintly of damp pavement and distant rain, with a trace of gasoline that lingered at the back of your throat. the wind roared softly past the car, a steady hush that filled the silence without quite breaking it.
the tension in the car was suffocating â thick and unmoving, like it had settled into every corner, pressing against your chest. it crept slowly down your throat and filled your lungs until each breath felt too small, too tight, like you couldnât quite get enough air no matter how hard you tried. even the seat beneath you felt too warm, the fabric clinging faintly to your skin.
a storm of thoughts churned in your mind, loud and relentless, overlapping until you couldnât separate one from the next. they pressed against your skull, heavy and insistent, blooming into a dull, throbbing headache right behind your eyes. your jaw tightened without you noticing, fingers twitching restlessly in your lap as your nails dragged lightly against your own skin.
you inhaled deeply, the cold air stinging your nose and throat as it filled your lungs, almost too sharp â but you welcomed it anyway, hoping it would clear the fog, steady the spinning in your head, give you something real to hold onto.
your ears rang faintly, like the world had been turned down just a notch, and you let your thoughts spiral anyway, drifting further and further until everything around you dulled â the low hum of the engine, the faint vibration beneath your feet, even the quiet rhythm of breathing that wasnât yours.
until a sudden tap on your goosebump-covered thigh snapped everything back into place.
the contact was light, but it burned â a small, grounding point of warmth against your chilled skin. your muscles tensed instinctively, breath catching as sensation rushed back all at once.
âmm, yeah?â your voice came out softer than you expected, slightly hoarse, like you hadnât used it in a while. you turned your head, a little too quickly, eyes dropping instinctively to the fingers resting against your bare thigh. they were warm â noticeably so â and you could feel the faint pressure of each fingertip, the contrast making your skin prickle.
inoâs gaze locked onto yours, steady and searching, and it sent a slow, crawling shiver down your spine. there was an intensity in his eyes that made it hard to look away, like he was trying to pull something out of you without saying a word. you didnât miss the slight crease between his eyebrows, the subtle tension in his expression, or the way his fingers lingered for just a second longer than necessary.
the air between you felt different up close â warmer, tinged faintly with his scent, something clean with a hint of cologne and something unmistakably him.
âiâve been calling your name for like three minutes,â he said, voice low, careful, almost cautious â like he didnât want to startle you further. âyou sure youâre okay?â
the soft red of the car in front of the two of you beamed against his face â illuminating the soft curve of his furrowed brows, and the finely sculpted lines of his cheekbones. you nodded slowly, the soft rub of his palm against your thigh grounding you. you swallowed, feeling clammy as his stare pinned you.Â
âwell, i guess it canât be helped, then,â he said huskily â almost to himself. he quickly turned the corner, pulling into the small lot waiting outside the bar. the streetlights shimmered against the slightly damp pavement, casting long, wavering reflections that stretched and broke with every slow roll of the tires as you kept your eyes trained outside.
the car returned to its quiet hum â low, steady, almost lulling â but now it felt different, charged with something heavier, something that pressed in close and grew harder and harder for both of you to ignore. the air inside was warm, faintly fogged at the edges of the windows, and filled with the subtle, lingering scent of his cologneâclean, woodsy, threaded with something darkerâ that seemed to cling to every breath you took.
a sigh slipped from your chest as the cool night air rushed in when the door cracked open â sweeping over your uncomfortably warm cheeks, chasing away the heat in uneven waves. it grazed along the soft expanse of your bare legs â raising a faint trail of goosebumps in its wake â while the distant murmur of voices and the low thrum of music from the bar spilled out into the night, wrapping around you both like a quiet, inescapable pull.
when you walked in, you were immediately enveloped in a plethora of sensations â the rich smell of fried food and sharp alcohol curling through the air and tickling your nose, the constant bustle of overlapping laughter and loud conversation humming against your ears, the warmth of the crowded room melting into your skin and slowly replacing the unease that had once sat heavy in your chest.Â
dim golden lights glowed overhead â reflecting off glasses, silverware, and the polished wooden floors â while the faint bass of music vibrated beneath your feet. somewhere nearby, ice clinked against glass, followed by another burst of laughter that made the atmosphere feel all the more alive.
your eyes quickly scanned the packed room before landing on the familiar table surrounded by yuji and a few of your other friends. relief immediately loosened the tension in your shoulders, and you let out a quiet sigh â the corners of your lips pulling into a soft smile at the sight of the group.
âhey, guys!â you announced your presence, your voice lifting just enough to carry over the noise around you â earning a chorus of squeals, excited greetings, and soft-voiced replies that instantly wrapped you in a familiar sense of comfort.
you sat down quickly â barely having enough time to settle into your seat before you were pulled straight into another conversation. voices overlapped all around you, loud and animated, blending together with the constant clink of glasses and silverware. ino sat beside you, already leaning forward as he sparked up a conversation with nanami, his words quick and lively while nanami responded with his usual calm composure. the smell of food lingered heavily in the air â warm spices, buttery appetizers, and the faint bite of alcohol weaving together beneath the low amber lighting of the restaurant.
this was your environment â the boisterous atmosphere, the constant noise that somehow never felt overwhelming, the aura of easy smiles and effortless laughter surrounding you like a comforting blanket. here, the tightness in your chest eased naturally, replaced by warmth that spread through you with every passing joke and familiar voice.
you were piss drunk. even that itself was an understatement â you could barely stand up straight, for christâs sake. your words stumbled together in a lazy slur as everything around you softened at the edges, lights smearing into gold and crimson streaks beneath your half-lidded gaze. the air smelled like cheap liquor, smoke, and expensive cologne thick enough to choke on. bass from the music throbbed through your ribs while the drink in your hand burned warmly down your throat, keeping the pleasant haze wrapped tight around your mind.
you didnât know where ino was, and honestly, you werenât concerned with him anymore â not when the glass pressed cool against your fingertips demanded all of your attention.
a laugh bubbled from your throat at whatever conversation was happening between you and this guy. you thought his name was naoya, though you hadnât been listening nearly enough to be sure. he was handsome, unfortunately so, with sharp hazel eyes and aristocratic features so refined they almost looked carved rather than born. his blonde hair fell messily across his forehead, expensive rings catching flashes of dim light whenever he lifted his drink. there was something cruel lurking beneath his smirk, though â arrogance dripping off him as naturally as breathing. the kind of man who knew people looked at him and expected them to keep doing it.
you could already tell he was a douche.
his hands were already moving to your waist, fingers pressing through the thin fabric of your shirt as he coaxed you toward the edge of the crowd. the heat of his touch made your stomach churn. his insincerely smooth tone slid over your skin like oil, thick and nauseating, while the twisted smile pulling at his lips only added fuel to the flame already burning in your chest. the bass from the music throbbed beneath your feet, rattling through your ribs hard enough to make your pulse feel uneven.
âi think iâm alright â iâm here with friends,â you rushed out, the words tumbling clumsily over each other. your mouth had gone dry, tongue sticking for a second before you forced the sentence out. the sharp scent of alcohol lingered on his breath, close enough to make your nose wrinkle.
his smile dropped immediately, warping into something ugly. irritation flashed across his face before he reached for your forearm, fingers twitching with impatience as he tried to yank you away from the group. panic crackled hot beneath your skin. every muscle in your body locked up at once, your shoulders tightening instinctively as cold dread crawled down your spine.
before his touch could even register against your goosebumped skin, a heavy hand clapped over your shoulder.
the impact was solid â grounding. warmth seeped through your clothes instantly, large fingers curling just enough to anchor you in place without hurting. a looming presence unfolded behind you, swallowing the tiny space between the three of you whole. it radiated off him in suffocating waves â sharp, heavy, dangerous enough to make the air suddenly feel thinner.
the noise around you dulled strangely after that. conversations blurred into muffled static beneath the pounding music, and all you could hear was the uneven rhythm of your own heartbeat thudding in your ears. the scent of expensive cologne mixed with smoke drifted around you, darker and cleaner than the stench of liquor clinging to naoya.
naoyaâs gaze flickered upward. for the first time since he approached you, uncertainty cracked through his expression. his jaw tightened. then he scoffed â forced and brittle â before taking a slow step back. confusingly to you â but thankfully â he let go.
a voice rasped your name from somewhere behind youâtight, low, threaded with irritation sharp enough to cut through the pounding music and haze clouding your head.
a voice rasped your name from somewhere in front of youâtight, low, threaded with irritation sharp enough to cut through the pounding music and haze clouding your head.
âweâre leaving. now.â
you spun around too quickly, the room tilting for half a second beneath your heels. a frown spread across your features as your glossy eyes lifted to ino. the colored lights flashing across the room painted hard shadows over his face, making him look darker somehowâmore exhausted, more dangerous. his usually smooth expression had cracked completely; brows drawn tight, jaw flexing hard enough to twitch, eyes pinned to you with a look that made your stomach dip.
he looked one word away from snapping.
âi donât wanna leave,â you whined, voice slurred at the edges from the alcohol buzzing warmly through your veins. your arms crossed over your chest stubbornly, lips curling into a pout. the sugary drink still lingered on your tongue, mixed with the sharp sting of liquor every time you swallowed.
ino groaned quietly at the sight of youâlong and tired, dragging a hand down his face before crouching slightly to meet your eye level. he even bent down, and it felt overwhelming.
âitâs either you go with me,â he said slowly, voice rough and gravelly from hours of dealing with you, âor i carry you out. and i will.â the warning slid down your spine like heat.
his husky drawl curled low in your stomach, making your breath hitch embarrassingly fast. warmth pooled between your thighs at the tone alone, and you pressed your legs together instinctively. ino noticed immediatelyâof course he did. his eyes narrowed for a brief second before he exhaled sharply through his nose and shook his head like he was trying not to lose his mind.
âyouâre unbelievable,â he muttered.
before you could protest again, his hands slid beneath your bare thighsâwarm, broad palms smoothing against your skinâand suddenly the floor disappeared beneath you.
your voice cracked as he hoisted you up effortlessly against him. instinctively, your arms looped around his shoulders while your legs wrapped around his waist. the movement knocked the breath from your lungs, a dizzy flutter erupting in your stomach when his grip tightened to keep you steady.
you could feel the solid muscle beneath his shirt, smell the faint mix of cologne, sweat, and smoke clinging to him. his chest rose heavily against yours as he adjusted you higher, one hand spreading across your lower back while the other squeezed your thigh possessively enough to make your pulse skip.
people stared as he carried you through the crowd, but ino didnât even glance at them. his expression stayed stormy, focused entirely on getting you out.
still, despite the irritation carved into every sharp line of his face, his thumb rubbed absentminded circles into your backâgentle, automatic, comforting.
âyouâll thank me in the morning,â he murmured darkly near your ear.
the deep rasp of his voice sent another shiver through you. your face burned hotter as you buried yourself closer against him, suddenly very aware of how easily he held you like you weighed nothing at all.
kyotoâs kiss : omg guys iâm FINALLY finished. this was supposed to come out last month but whoopty doo đ hope y guys enjoyed this !!! hopefully iâll be done in like 2 more parts đŤŠâď¸
