If there are still spots left for the requests. Id love to request ler!sasazuka lee!ichika from Collar x Malice. I love this man and there are not enough tickle fics out there for him. Perhaps Ichika learns why you should never est Sasazukas donuts.
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“Did you eat my last doughnut?”
Ichika’s eyes widened a fraction, her cheeks still puffed from her mouthful. There were telling crumbs on her lips, and her fingers hovered over her pretty pink lips as she stared back at her boyfriend. Frozen for a moment, she slowly chewed and swallowed before giving him a sheepish smile. “Eheh..heh..yeah?”
If he were being honest, Takumi didn’t really care. Yes, doughnuts were his all time favorite treat- argumentatively the best dessert he could find around these parts. Still- he wasn’t a total glutton; Ichika eating his last pastry wasn’t going to sour his entire day.
Still- that terribly guilty look on her face was addicting. He could afford to be a little mean. “Poochie…”
“L-Listen! I’m sorry, I forgot to pack lunch and was starving!” She scrambled away from his desk, holding her hands up as he approached. Oh, her scared face was even cuter- her cheeks got even pinker, and those olive green eyes shimmered with anticipation of what’s to come. “It was a desperate situation- and you don’t even like that flavor of doughnut!”
“How are you so sure? Maybe I was craving it today- hence why I saved it for last?” Absolute bullshit, but he could see his bluff had her thinking. He took advantage of her distraction as he closed in, pinning her against the wall. A small squeak escaped her lips as she stared up at him, her knees bending slightly as she shrank back. “Maybe I’ll eat you instead to make up for it.”
“Taku-Mihihiihhi!” Before she could respond, he grabbed her torso, pressing his fingers in gently and making her squeal. She squirmed against the wall, pushing at his arms while his fingers tapped a devious rhythm against her ribs. “Whahahhait, wahhhahait I’ll buhuhuhuhuy yohoohohou mohohoohohre!”
“Not possible. The doughnut shop is closed.” Another lie. He was going to get his tongue cut out someday. “Accept the consequences, dumb cat.”
“Eheheheheheheheh-EHEHEHEHE!” The beginnings of her pout faded into a squeal when he dropped a hand to her hip, kneading it gently with his thumb. Ichika’s legs gave out soon after, and she slid down the wall in an attempt to escape. He intercepted with a knee between her legs, keeping her upright. “Nohohohot fahhahahahair! Nohohohohot fahhahahair! Iihihih’ll mahahahake yohohohohou mohohohohohre! I prohohohohomise!”
“Oh?” The offer nearly had him pausing. Homemade treats by his beloved poochie- temptation was high. Still, the squeals and giggles she rang out were far too delicious to pass over. At least not right now. “I’ll consider it.”
“Cohohohome ohohohn!” She ducked her pink face into his chest as he dragged his fingers back up her sides, tapping at the spot just where her ribs connected with her armpits. It wasn’t a bad spot, but it still had her giggling up a storm. “Tahahhahakeeheheru! Ehahhahahahaa! Giihihihive me a brehahahahk! Eheheheeee! Ehehehhehaha! Thihihihis is tohohohortuhuhuhre!”
“Come now- you love a little torture, poochie.” He purred in her ear, watching the skin get redder. “That’s why you’re with me.”
She pinched his arm in response, so he dropped his hand back to her hip and made her scream again. His body shook with laughter as she finally pushed off of him, falling back into the wall and holding her hands up protectively. “Nohohoho more!” She gasped, tears lining her eyes and cheeks rosy. Her smile was breathtaking. Takeru felt the world fall away as he took in the women before him.
He reached out and lifted her chin, pressing his lips into hers. She tasted like sugar and tea and strawberry lip balm. She tasted like Ichika.
“Mm?” She made a small sound of surprise before melting into him, her arms coming up and around his neck as he pulled her into his chest. “Mmm…what was that for?” She asked, voice hushed.
“Can a man kiss his soulmate?” He asked, and her face flushed. He only just realized what he said seconds later.
Whoops, that slipped.
He refused to take it back. It was true- she was his soulmate. And Ichika didn’t look put off in the slightest. If anything, her eyes lit up with a new light, something soft and genuine that warmed his core and face at the same time. He cleared his throat as he held her gaze, reaching up and brushing a thumb over her cheek. “You still owe me homemade doughnuts.”
“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” She stuck her tongue at him, pulling back with a squeal when he tried to bite it. “You’re gonna help, right? Cooking together would be fun.”
“Do you like having a home to return to? I can’t guarantee I won’t burn your kitchen down in the process.”
“I’m willing to take my chances.” She grinned, leaning in and kissing him once more. “Besides, we can bake them. Safer that way.”
“Do I have to wear that frilly apron again?” He gave her a fake glare that had her throwing her head back in laughter. “I still haven’t fully forgiven you for that one.”
“Oh no, did I hurt your whittle ego?” She teased, giggling when his eyes narrowed more. “No, I’ll be wearing that one. I got you something real special.” Something cheeky was in her gaze, but before he could ti-interrogate her further, the door opened from behind.
"Yanagi-san! Just in time- I have to go over this case with you." She had slipped from his grasp and joined their boss at the couch faster than Takeru anticipated. He leaned against the desk with his arms folded as he watched her present files to the brunette, discussing the case.
He had the faintest idea what apron she bought him. Knowing her- it was probably extra frilly and goofy, or maybe even something with a pun. He groaned internally at the thought.
And yet- a part of him perked up greatly at the idea of cooking with her again. Homemade doughnuts were a bonus to that sweet smile of hers as they worked together.
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