two drabbles
Title: Old Pervs
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG
Characters: Inoo + Daiki
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Inoo and Daiki enjoy younger boys.
written for th_geek
Running into the dressing room with a magazine hidden under his arm, Daiki looked around before spotting his prey, leaping over backpacks and stray water bottles to get to Inoo. “Ohmygodohmygod,” he said in a repeated rush, tackling the already sitting Inoo and sending them flying across the couch. “Ohmygod!”
“What the hell?!” Inoo shouted, shoving Daiki off of him and sitting back up, giving the shorter male a heated glare. “Why did you tackle me!?”
“This!” Daiki exclaimed, taking the magazine and opening it up; once he found the right page, he shoved it into Inoo’s face, ignoring his pained curse and screaming, “SEE?!”
“No, I don’t!” Inoo viciously replied, shoving the magazine away, but stopped, catching a glimpse of it. “What the…” leaning closer to the page, Inoo’s eyes slowly widened as he realized what he was looking at. “Is that…?”
“Shintaro, you bet,” Daiki set the magazine down in his lap, looking at it as well, “He is looking hot. And not fourteen.”
“I’d hit that,” Inoo whispered, shaking his head as he let out a small sigh. “That is so disturbingly wrong,” he said, his expression guilty, but unable to completely hide the attraction he felt.
Daiki’s expression was the same. “It truly, truly is. Speaking of, how about that Juri?”
“Oh my god!” Inoo fell back into the couch, wiggling against the cushions. “He’s so cute, I hate it. Why can’t guys are age be hot?”
“Because there’s no adventure in pursuing guys our age,” Daiki commented, fingers toying at the edge of the page.
“Pervert,” Inoo mumbled, hands pressed over his eyes as he blocked out the images of shirtless Shintaro and smiling Juri.
Daiki snickered, flipping the page.
Title: Queen Inoo
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Inoo Kei + Aki. JUMP.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Aki reminds Inoo what is his.
written for candyapplegirls
Inoo Aki loves visiting her brother at work; she gets to see nii-chan at his finest, dancing to their tracks and bopping around like an excited boy. At home, he’s always so tired, cranky after a long day of dancing and finishing up bullprints.
It makes her sad to know that he hates it when she visits; but really, it isn’t her fault the other members hit on her. Like Yaotome-kun once told her, she’s a “prettier, bigger breasted version of Kei.” They don’t really like her, she tries to remind her nii-chan, who just pouts and grumbles and tells her to fuck off.
To which she replies by slapping him across the back.
“Maybe you just need to remind JUMP who they really belong to,” Aki says, rolling her eyes and grabbing her backpack. She’s going to be late for class at this point, and even though Arioka-kun offered her a ride, she knew her nii-chan would karate chop the life out of her if she took it.
He’s so possessive of his friends; it’s almost cute, in a way. “Ne, just give everyone head or something,” she says brightly, ignoring the gasp of horror that leaves her nii-chan’s lips. “Or, I don’t know, grow a pair of tits? See you at home, nii-chan~!” she waves, before exiting the building, running into Okamoto along the way and somehow ending up with his number written on her palm.
Damn. She won’t hear the end of that one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inoo Kei never realized his baby sister was a genius, as he adjusts the fake pair of breasts he’s wearing; it’s strange, the things you can find in the costume storage bins. He makes his way back to the practice room, fiddling with the wig on his head and pulling at the back of the skirt he’s wearing, not so gracefully picking at his wedgie.
Girl’s panties are a bitch to wear.
He gets there, opening the door with a flourish, and everyone’s attention is immediately on him. He flounces past them, winking and blowing them kisses, his skirt flowing and showing off his gorgeous legs.
Inoo Kei makes a mental note to thank his sister later on, as the others can’t stop staring at him. She was right, a pair of fake tits and a little bit of girlish charm, and these guys are all putty in his hands; and next time his sister comes by, he’ll just have to remind them again who they belong to.
“Yabu, get me a water!” Inoo smiles, blinking up at the oldest member, and smiling when he nods, fumbling around in his pockets for some change before rushing out of the room.
The answer?
“Yuto, my neck hurts. Rub it a little?”
Him.
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG
Characters: Inoo + Daiki
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Inoo and Daiki enjoy younger boys.
written for th_geek
Running into the dressing room with a magazine hidden under his arm, Daiki looked around before spotting his prey, leaping over backpacks and stray water bottles to get to Inoo. “Ohmygodohmygod,” he said in a repeated rush, tackling the already sitting Inoo and sending them flying across the couch. “Ohmygod!”
“What the hell?!” Inoo shouted, shoving Daiki off of him and sitting back up, giving the shorter male a heated glare. “Why did you tackle me!?”
“This!” Daiki exclaimed, taking the magazine and opening it up; once he found the right page, he shoved it into Inoo’s face, ignoring his pained curse and screaming, “SEE?!”
“No, I don’t!” Inoo viciously replied, shoving the magazine away, but stopped, catching a glimpse of it. “What the…” leaning closer to the page, Inoo’s eyes slowly widened as he realized what he was looking at. “Is that…?”
“Shintaro, you bet,” Daiki set the magazine down in his lap, looking at it as well, “He is looking hot. And not fourteen.”
“I’d hit that,” Inoo whispered, shaking his head as he let out a small sigh. “That is so disturbingly wrong,” he said, his expression guilty, but unable to completely hide the attraction he felt.
Daiki’s expression was the same. “It truly, truly is. Speaking of, how about that Juri?”
“Oh my god!” Inoo fell back into the couch, wiggling against the cushions. “He’s so cute, I hate it. Why can’t guys are age be hot?”
“Because there’s no adventure in pursuing guys our age,” Daiki commented, fingers toying at the edge of the page.
“Pervert,” Inoo mumbled, hands pressed over his eyes as he blocked out the images of shirtless Shintaro and smiling Juri.
Daiki snickered, flipping the page.
Title: Queen Inoo
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Inoo Kei + Aki. JUMP.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Aki reminds Inoo what is his.
written for candyapplegirls
Inoo Aki loves visiting her brother at work; she gets to see nii-chan at his finest, dancing to their tracks and bopping around like an excited boy. At home, he’s always so tired, cranky after a long day of dancing and finishing up bullprints.
It makes her sad to know that he hates it when she visits; but really, it isn’t her fault the other members hit on her. Like Yaotome-kun once told her, she’s a “prettier, bigger breasted version of Kei.” They don’t really like her, she tries to remind her nii-chan, who just pouts and grumbles and tells her to fuck off.
To which she replies by slapping him across the back.
“Maybe you just need to remind JUMP who they really belong to,” Aki says, rolling her eyes and grabbing her backpack. She’s going to be late for class at this point, and even though Arioka-kun offered her a ride, she knew her nii-chan would karate chop the life out of her if she took it.
He’s so possessive of his friends; it’s almost cute, in a way. “Ne, just give everyone head or something,” she says brightly, ignoring the gasp of horror that leaves her nii-chan’s lips. “Or, I don’t know, grow a pair of tits? See you at home, nii-chan~!” she waves, before exiting the building, running into Okamoto along the way and somehow ending up with his number written on her palm.
Damn. She won’t hear the end of that one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inoo Kei never realized his baby sister was a genius, as he adjusts the fake pair of breasts he’s wearing; it’s strange, the things you can find in the costume storage bins. He makes his way back to the practice room, fiddling with the wig on his head and pulling at the back of the skirt he’s wearing, not so gracefully picking at his wedgie.
Girl’s panties are a bitch to wear.
He gets there, opening the door with a flourish, and everyone’s attention is immediately on him. He flounces past them, winking and blowing them kisses, his skirt flowing and showing off his gorgeous legs.
Inoo Kei makes a mental note to thank his sister later on, as the others can’t stop staring at him. She was right, a pair of fake tits and a little bit of girlish charm, and these guys are all putty in his hands; and next time his sister comes by, he’ll just have to remind them again who they belong to.
“Yabu, get me a water!” Inoo smiles, blinking up at the oldest member, and smiling when he nods, fumbling around in his pockets for some change before rushing out of the room.
The answer?
“Yuto, my neck hurts. Rub it a little?”
Him.