#takuma x reader

[toji-girl]

For the event can I have ino + #7 age gap plzz (if I can add -> older reader + small tits ...have seen older fem reader with huge tits only 🥺🥺i got b cup perky tits 🙁) Thank u 🎀💝 i love u, miss-brand-of-pregnancy-fiction. -🌙

18+ only content - mdni

I LOVE LOVE LOVE TAKUMA PLEASE HE IS SO SWEET AND BABY BOY I WANNA KISS HIM ALL OVER!!!! also, I can try my best for the small tits because I am an F cup which sucks ass so much😭 ily too please your nicknames have me giggling, a few moots call me mommy minx so it makes sense lmaooo

tags: fem reader with small/perky tits + explicit smut + non-specified age gap but nothing too far apart

Ino didn't want to be rude, but he couldn't help it and let his eyes wander down to your bare tits when you opened your door in a tank top with no bra, the clear outline of your breasts and nipples made his question die on his tongue when he saw how pretty you were.

He knew you were older than him when he first saw you move in about a few weeks ago and of the one or two conversations he had with you, Ino just wasn't sure how much but it didn't matter to him.

"Is everything okay, honey?" You asked sweetly cocking your head as the sweet smell of brownies wafted from behind you making his mouth water, it was genuine worry that laced your voice too.

Standing this close to you he could see the smile lines framing your lips indicating you've laughed a lot and for a moment he hoped he could be the one to make you laugh and moan his name.

Your eyes had wrinkles as well and it was clear you were living a well-worn life, Ino was aware that he'd never been into women his age, older and more experienced women were more his type.

He nodded and looked into your apartment to see the pan on your counter indicating that's where the smell was coming from, but if Ino leaned in close enough you smelled like it too. "Yes ma'am, it is."

"Come inside, you're letting out all the cool air, and my brownies are about done. Want a slice? We haven't had a chance to talk much."

Your sweet invitation was all it took for Ino to step inside and slip his shoes off before he followed you into your kitchen. "I heard some shuffling last night and I didn't know if you were moving furniture around or something." Ino teased breaking the ice as he watched you.

His eyes scanned you up and down when you turned around unable to help himself, something about you pulled him in.

Little did he know just how right he was either.

You were moving your bed frame because last night after your masturbation session your best friend called and in a rush to decline the call your dildo rolled off the mattress and under the frame.

With two plates you sat down at the kitchen counter with Ino perched on the one next to you, your knees pressed together a bit. "So, tell me about yourself Ino." You told him with a soft smile.

Ino thought you smelled like cocoa and he ached to take a bite and have a taste for himself. "I'm twenty-one and I work as a teacher's assistant down at the local college with my mentor Kento Nanami."

It was clear that Ino looked up to the man he spoke about as you learned more information from him, where he grew up and went to school then he wanted to know everything about you.

Well, not everything but he wanted to know what made you, you.

"These are delicious, you're wonderful at baking." He complimented you with a soft smile as he finished his plate before standing up to clean his mess up and returning to his seat again.

His knee rested against yours once more as you slowly nibbled on your brownie. "Thank you, you're very sweet. I'm making a strawberry poundcake tomorrow night if you want a piece." You murmured softly looking at him and noting how he absorbed your meaning with a grin.

Twenty-four hours later Ino found himself seated at your kitchen counter again, this time the sweet fruity smell of strawberries wafted from you making his mouth water again when you got closer.

If your desserts were anything like you then Ino knew he would become addicted to your pussy.

He wasn't sure what it was about you that made his cock hard just thinking about you.

Tonight you wore a similar tank top but this one was a bit looser so he could see the side view of your perky tits, they would fit perfectly in his palms and he wanted nothing more than to suckle on your nipple.

Preferably with whipped cream on each bud.

His mind was working overtime and the air felt like it was sucked from the room when you got closer to him and then your fingertips brushed along his arm, it was clear you knew what you were doing.

You wanted Ino.

Ino wanted you.

After the plates were cleaned you and Ino settled on your couch each with a glass of wine that was left undrunk on your coffee table as you both began another conversation as you sat in his lap.

His lips followed the curve of your shoulder as you faced away from him talking about your day at work as his hands cupped and squeezed your breasts in his hands. "Your skin is so soft and so pretty and smooth." Ino whispered in your ear as his hands trailed further.

He parted your legs more to stroke your pantie-cladded pussy making sure to miss your clit on purpose to hear you whine his name in his ear with a needy glaze over your eyes as you pouted as well.

"It's not very nice to tease." You told him with an airy laugh followed by a moan when his hand slid in your shorts and panties to feel how wet and sticky you got for him, your pussy felt pussy and sensitive.

Ino shrugged with a chuckle and kissed your neck as you ground down on his bulge that ached the more you let out those sweet sounds and he couldn't take it any longer.

Using his strength he had you flat on your back in less than two seconds as you stared up at the ceiling until he came into your view with a goofy grin. "I'm going to rock your world." He said eagerly and kissed you deeply letting his tongue stroke against yours slowly.

He made a path of kisses down your jaw and neck and the valley between your breasts, but Ino was sure to lavish each one in attention and love until you were all but pushing his head down.

Ino wanted to tease you, keep you on the edge until you all but begged him to give you some type of relief, when he kissed your pussy so sweetly and tenderly you almost cried.

His hands slid under your thighs and around them keeping you still as he licked each trace and contours of your wet pussy that Ino quickly grew drunk on, and he was right. You taste divine.

Usually, he'd want to tell you that but right now all he could do was eat you out like it was a competition and he was going for first place. Each time you tugged on his hair his hips rolled against the couch.

Ino moaned against your cunt as his hands slid from your thighs to your pussylips spreading you wider in a gentle way to play with your clit that throbbed sending tingles all over when he hit a certain spot.

His name became a chant that you couldn't stop from pouring from your mouth as you rode his tongue chasing your high as Ino slurped your soul from your pussy it felt like it and from his tongue too.

"How do you feel?" Ino asked when he moved to sit up and help you settle into his lap again as he stroked your hair letting you curl up.

All you could do was nod and try to catch your breath knowing this wasn't the last time you were going to have him.

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[pseudowho]

Thinking about Takuma Ino, who becomes a father so young when you fall unexpectedly pregnant. Thinking about the fear in your eyes, the shaking hands going to hold each other's, the positive test clasped between them. The way Takuma reassures you; "it's okay, it's okay, I always wanted to be a dad...sure, not this soon-- but we'll be fine. Better than fine, we'll be great."

The way Takuma goes for a walk that night, after you've cried yourself to sleep, crouching down in an alleyway with his beanie'd head in his hands, wondering how he could possibly ever be a good father. Wanting to marry you, to do things 'right', but afraid you'd think he only wanted to marry you because of the pregnancy.

The way Takuma arrives on his mother's doorstep (the mother who raised him alone, young, single) in the dead of night, pale-faced. The way his mother holds him as he cries and apologises at the dining room table, his face in her robed chest. The way she cups his face, and stares into his eyes; "we can do this, together, the right way. You're a good boy. Now be a good man."

The way Takuma learns to be a father, from his mother, who was his whole world. The way Takuma works himself to the bone, squirrelling money away, booking in with estate agents to go and view your first home together in a way that makes your hormonal heart clench.

The way Takuma's head hits the pillow, weary after working all night, then comes straight up again as he hears you vomiting in the bathroom, kneeling behind you to stroke your hair back, holding you gently round the waist on the tiled floor; "attagirl...it'll be better soon, right? Toughest girl I know. Doin' such a great job."

The way Takuma takes up embroidery, buying cheap plain clothes for the baby, because he can't afford much, but adding small artistic touches of beauty; a frog with a toadstool hat, a little trailing succulent vine, a shooting star.

The way Takuma is bright and excited; there for every scan, every class, every milestone. The way Takuma puts on a brave face. The way Takuma hides in the staffroom at work, his head in his hands, creaking under the weight of responsibility. The way he feels a strong hand clasp his shoulder, a beige suit, a blue shirt, a leopard print tie at the corner of his eye; "I know you're going to say no...but I'd like to buy a gift. For both of you. For the baby."

The way Takuma feels so ashamed for accepting help; the way a crib, a beautiful buggy, a snug and safe car seat, all gradually arrive at your new home. The way he tries to insist on paying Nanami Kento back. Nanami naturally refuses, pretends to be inordinately interested in his newspaper.

The way Takuma can't help but buy the baby a few beanies. The way you retaliate by buying an outfit that looks just like Ino's. He is thrilled.

The way Takuma's embroidery has advanced so well, he makes four little Auspicious Beasts to hang from a mobile above the crib.

The way Takuma paints beautiful, geometric, zany black and white shapes on the wall in the baby's bedroom; "They only see black, white and red at first babe. Neat, right?"

The way Takuma is pale throughout your labour, his eyes feverish, your pain so much harder than any battle he's ever been to. The way his tears hit him in a huge whooshing breath, a head-holding groan of relief when his baby son is placed on your chest, wet and crying, a little angry clenched face. The way Takuma rests his cheek on his arm at the top of your bed, gazing down and sniffling as his son holds his finger.

The way Takuma takes you both home, proud, woefully in love, still wondering how he's ever going to grow up and be a man, without realising he's already so much more of a man than so many others in this world.

Thinking about young dad Takuma Ino.

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[ilythecolorpink]

The Drinking Game (Ino Takuma x fem reader)

You and your best friend Ino Takuma decide to go drinking and while you both drink more, Ino slips up when he confesses a little too much.

You were brushing your hair in front of your mirror on a Saturday night. Your body yearns to sink into your cozy sheets and drift off to sleep. A ringing from your phone snaps you out of your thoughts as you walk over by your nightstand to see that the caller is none other than Ino Takuma.

Sighing in annoyance, you pick up the phone and ask, "Ino, do you know what time it is?" "Yep, it's 9 o'clock, why do you ask?," he says on the other end of the line. You give up and respond, "Never mind, so what did you want?" to the question. He says, "I was thinking that we should go out drinking?" "Seriously?" you ask as you lay your hand across your forehead. He exclaims with a smile, "Yeah, why not? Trust me, it will be fun." You sigh and mutter, "Oh what the hell, where are we going?" as you finally give in. He responds, "Atta girl, I'll meet you at your place and we can walk there together."

As soon as you're dressed and wearing your freshly designed dress. You move in the direction of the door when you hear a knock. When you open it, Ino is there wearing his typical black sweatshirt, black pants, and a beanie-style cap with his brown hair peeking out. "Wow Y/N, you look... beautiful" he adds with an expression of astonishment as he looks up and down at you and has a slight blush on his cheeks. His redness causes you to feel a flutter in your chest, so you approach him, place a gentle palm on his forehead, and innocently inquire, "Are you okay? You're all red." He timidly says, "Oh what me? I'm totally fine," and then steps back. He cuts himself off as he says "Come on let's just go." Your hands are entwined as you follow him.

You finally make it to the bar after some time has passed; Ino opens the door for you, and you enter to hear the loud music. Together, you two find a booth where you can sit next to each other. You turn to him and say, "Let's order the drinks, shall we?" "Now you're speaking my language, what did you have in mind?" he remarks while flashing a wide smile. As you respond, "I was thinking of having a few shots and you?" you give a small smile. "I'll get the same as you", he declares as he sits back in the seat and spreads his legs out in front of him. "I'll take 4 shots of sake, please," you remark as Ino gets up from his seat to take your order. He quickly replies, "You got it, mama," with a surprised expression on his face.

He returns after getting our drinks and sits down. He hands you your shots and says, "Here you go, my lady," and you thank him in appreciation. He asks the preposition "Let's play a game?" You raise one eyebrow as you inquire, "What kind of game?" "Let's play truth or drink," he adds, putting his arm around your shoulder. "Deal but know that I won't go easy on you", you shrug as you smirk and hold your glass in your hand. He replies with a chuckle and adds, "I'm counting on it." "Okay Y/N, out of all the teachers, who is the hottest?” he says as he poses the first question. Then you smirk and reply, "My my if I had to say, probably Nanami." His exaggerated gasp is followed by the words, "HIM? You can't be serious, but wait, you have to tell me why.” He notices your amused expression as you take the shot and says annoyingly, "HEY, that's not fair." You tease, "Remember, you can only ask one question."

Your faces begin to flush as you both continue to drink more. You respond by asking, "Ok, answer me this, who do you have a crush on?" You're not sure if the man's face is getting redder because of the question or the drink. The thought "Come on brain think what would Nanami do?" kept circling in his head. He pauses for a moment before saying, "I can't say it." He gets a teasing response from you, "Oh don't be shy now." He says "You" while covering his mouth with his hand. "I can't hear you if you do that", you said as you grabbed his hand and put it on his chest to fill the gap between you two because his hand was muffling the sound. He looks down and then away from you before he says, "It's you." You hold him by the collar of his sweatshirt while your faces are only a few inches apart, whispering seductively, "Tell me, what are you going to do now hm?" He tries to maintain eye contact while he hesitantly says, "I want to." Then, as he becomes more nervous, you say "I won't do anything if you don't use your words, darling." Then he says "Please kiss me." He moans a little into your kiss as you hold his hair to keep him close and you taste the alcohol on his soft lips.

A/N: I hope y'all liked this. I want him and Nanami ong, I love you all.

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[delzinrowe]

WORD COUNT: ~408 WARNINGS: Talks about pads. F!Reader!

Takuma Ino is a great boyfriend. He might not always be the smartest individual in the room, but he tries.

So you can’t really say you’re all that surprised when you asked him to bring you pads with wings and he ended up coming home with a pack of pads and two boxes with each 18 pieces of chicken wings.

“Babe, I asked you to get pads with wings.” You roll your eyes and all he can do is look at you baffled and confused. That’s what he got you, pads with wings.

“But I did. Here’s the pads and here’s some wings.”

“No, Takuma… pads with wings.” You repeat but he remained stupefied, unable to follow you when he had clearly done exactly as you asked him.

“But I did…” He starts once again, “I got you pads–”, he gestures to the pack of maxi pads (at least he got the right brand) before he gestures to the chicken wings “–with wings.”

He’s unbelievably adorable when he’s bewildered like this and you can’t help but let out a laugh. Much to his displeasure.

“I don’t know what else you want, I got you pads with wings.” You can hear it in his voice. He’s starting to get frustrated.

To diffuse the situation you take a step forward and reach for his hand. He lets you, because after all he���s in love with you, he wouldn’t refuse being close to you, not even when he’s irritated.

“Thank you for getting me pads– with wings.” You say, and honest to any deity out there you’re trying so hard to stifle your laughter. 

When you kiss his lips he instantly melts against you, all his frustration gone as if it never existed. You appreciate his effort, you thanked him, you kissed him. He’s happy with himself, he did something right, even if he still doesn’t understand why you made such a big deal about it when everything was correct.

It’s only months later when he buys another pack of pads for you that he realizes what’s actually written on the lower part of the package. ’42 pads with wings’

But he doesn’t tell you that felt embarrassed as hell, he doesn’t tell you that he finally figured it out. Instead he keeps stopping at the chicken place and continues to bring you two boxes of chicken wings whenever you ask him for pads with wings. 

Thus a tradition was born.

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[brittscafe]

Takuma Ino Headcanons

Synopsis: Takuma Ino SFW and NSFW headcanons. Takuma Ino x fem! reader.

SFW:

Takuma is the sweetest, most respectful boyfriend ever.

When you first started your relationship, he never did or really bought up anything sexual.

He always asks you if you're okay with doing stuff or if you're comfortable.

Listens when you say no and respects your boundaries.

He always reassures you and never goes a day without complimenting you.

Whenever you're walking in public, he always has his arm draped over your shoulder.

You always steal his black long sleeved shirts and sometimes Takuma will find you asleep in them.

Takes thousands of pictures of you, practically has a whole photoshoot when you're asleep.

Adores it when you run your fingers through his hair and cup his face.

Takuma loves physical affection, but he really craves validation and words of affirmation.

He likes it when you tell him how much you like him and how strong and good he is.

"Your smile is so cute, Ino," you comment, thumbs grazing over his cheeks.

Takuma's eyes widen at first and then he relishes in the compliment, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

He can't really hold eye contact with you because you make him nervous.

You like to stare at Ino because you find him so attractive and you like him so much.

Ino can hold eye contact with you for about 10 seconds before he looks away and buries his face in the palm of his hands.

It's so funny to tease Takuma because of the way he easily gets embarrassed.

He loves being the little spoon.

Ino just adores and cherishes when you baby him and shower him in love.

If you wrap your arms around Ino, slipping your hands underneath his shirt and rubbing his back, skin to skin; he'll easily fall asleep.

Fingers gliding through his soft, brown hair and soft, lingering touches.

Takuma likes to show his emotions to you because it shows that he cares.

He's vulnerable around you and is comfortable enough to cry in your arms.

Calls you cutie, sweetie, and honey.

He's not great at making the first moves, so you usually have to make the first one.

Ino grows super comfortable with you and he hates making you upset.

He would never do anything on purpose to make you upset because he values communication over anything, so you always tell him when he does make you upset.

Ino always replies the exact way you want him to and always reassures you.

Always apologizes and makes sure you know how much you mean to him.

NSFW:

I don't make the rules, but Takuma is a pussy eater, okay? Like that's his job.

His head will stay in between your thighs for hours, lapping, sucking, and eating your pussy.

His cheeks will be burning red and he'll be panting heavily, not even taking time to breathe.

Takuma is definitely a whimperer.

He'll whimper when you tug on his hair when he's eating you out, when your lips are wrapped around his hard cock sucking on it, thrusting in and out of you when you clench around his cock, or when he's about to cum.

When he's about to release, he'll become a panting, whimpering mess.

His long hair hangs down in his face, sometimes tickling over your face as he breathes out soft praises and how good you feel.

Never asks for you to please him with a handjob or blowjob because he cares about your pleasure first.

When you first please Ino, a loud moan leaves his lips as you stroke the mushroom head of his cock.

You slowly slide it into his mouth and suck on it, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

He tries not to grab onto your hair or push your head, but he does thrust his hips and drives his cock further into his throat.

Ino will have tears in his eyes as he whimpers and moans as you drive him until he finishes.

Ino never forces you to let him finish in your mouth, but he loves it when you allow it.

He's soooo big on consent, always asking before touching you or doing anything.

He loves being praised in bed, lowkey a kink of his.

Call Takuma a good boy and he'll cum on the spot.

He lowkey likes to be dominated...🫣

Bring out a pair of handcuffs and demand for Ino to beg for what he wants and he'll lose it.

Likes admiring your body when you're on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock as he's moaning loudly.

Tease and edge Ino all you want and his eyes will roll into the back of his head as he begs you to let him cum.

There are days when Takuma comes home and just rails the fuck out of you.

He likes to dominate you sometimes and have a playful grin on his face as he's thrusting his cock in and out of gushing cunt.

Ino loves the reserve cowgirl position, especially if its in front of a mirror and he can watch.

Sometimes he'll like to film the two of you if he's going away on a long mission.

When he comes home from a mission in the middle of the night and finds himself wanting you; he'll grab onto your waist, pulling you into his side as he grinds into your ass.

He doesn't like to wake you up, so he'll just grind until he cums inside of his boxers.

If you do wake up, a hot, moaning mess; Ino always asks first before sliding his cock in between your ass and railing you from behind.

He never has sex without a condom on unless you ask, he always wants to have safe sex.

Ino's super sweet after you both come down from your high.

He always keeps a cloth, water, and fresh clothes nearby after you two finish.

Usually, the two of you like to lay in bed for a minute, admiring each other before cleaning up.

Ino also likes it when you take clean of him afterwards, soft touches and praising him for being such a good boy in bed.

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[roseychains]

Please, please, please, could you write anything for Ino Takuma. I feel like people don’t realize how cute and adorable he is, perfect boyfriend material!

Boyfriend Ino h/c ~

A/n: no bc ur so right. He’s such a cutie I love him

C/w: none! All fluff

Boyfriend Ino who is such a cat dad! He loved cats probably more than you do and wants to have a cat to take care of 24/7. Bonus points if you love cats too

Boyfriend Ino who loves to play DJ in the car. If he’s driving it’s because he’s driving so he gets to pick the music, and if your driving it’s… “please please please?..”

Boyfriend Ino who is excellent at planning and executing dates. He’s making the reservations, renting things, calling people, and arriving early to make sure everything is perfect

Boyfriend Ino who loves it when you brush and do his hair. It’s fun and feels nice to have you run your fingers through his hair and put it up in different ways

Boyfriend Ino who lets you practice anything you could ever imagine on his body. Make up? Tattoo line art? Waxing? Body painting? Hair? Massage? Skin care? Maybe even a piercing? His body is your canvas

Boyfriend Ino who likes it when you dress him up, it’s fun and he always likes the outfits you come up with

Boyfriend Ino who is excited to try any new hobby with you, caving, sky diving, painting, crochet, etc. let him do it too!

Boyfriend Ino who snores, LOUD. Then feels super guilty when you tell him, and begs you to wake him up next time so he will stop

Boyfriend Ino who adores cooking with you. Of all the things you do together, cooking meals with you is one of his all time favorites

Boyfriend Ino who is amazing with kids. He’d be quick to bond with your younger siblings and be involved with your family life if you want him too

Boyfriend Ino who does any and all TikTok and social media trends with you, no matter how much ass he has to shake

Boyfriend Ino who is your number one cheerleader. He’s just always encouraging you and supporting you, he wants you to go as far in life as you can, and he wants to be with you every step of the way <3

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[heizlut]

thinking about ino takuma’s fat cock...

your eyes go wide when he pulls it out for the first time. there was no way your hands could wrap around it fully, no way you'd be able to take into your mouth or pussy... takuma taps the fat, flushed head of his cock against your clit repeatedly; finding amusement in your reactions. "i-it won't fit!", you plead with him, although unable to stop your arousal from mixing with the pre that smears across your cunt as he grinds against you. he chuckles softly with a little smirk as he looks down at you, "don't worry, pretty baby... i'll make it fit."

m!list here

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[dadsbongos]

the girl next door - t.ino

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection … warnings - unrealistic dick sucking?, testicles, facial, camgirl/solo star reader, consensual video recording/posting, i still can't do smut without fluff its just a fact word count - 1.8 K / rating - R

Takuma is young. It shows in every possible aspect of his life. His hair is thick and full, his skin is smooth and unweathered, he can’t afford a house so he signed an apartment lease. And finally, he daydreams about his pretty neighbor when he should be focusing on not dying via curse or filing boring paperwork (anytime he has to be a real adult, honestly).

Since the moment you first moved in, he was hooked. Offering to lift all your heavy possessions into your unit right beside his, all for little more than the promise of a cold beer. A beer that you’d offered. He would’ve done the job for free.

Nanami insisted that the initial infatuation would pass as you continued being neighbors. He was wrong.

Takuma’s distractingly massive crush continued to snowball until eventually, he was sure it could be categorized as obsession. But to be fair to him, you fed into it.

Having dinner with him. Checking in after every lengthy mission. Trading spare keys to your apartments. Knocking on his door in the deep dark night when you hear something go bump.

Tonight, it’s his turn to startle out of bed - ears burning with your scream still bouncing around his skull. His skin is prickled and damp with sweat, body still slumping with exhaustion as he clumsily slams towards his front door. By the time Takuma’s exposed to chilly night air, he’s fully awake - thin sleep shirt and boxers doing nothing to protect his shivering limbs.

Maybe it’s the sorcerer in him, but his head immediately goes to the worst; past gutters and garbage pails and dingy avenues and straight into hell. Bodies ripped apart and rotting away. Darkness that lingers through any hour of the day. Caution tape he and Nanami could be ducking under to perform their own investigation.

He slips through your door - barely able to hear the sounds of your whimpering and huffing over his own labored breaths.

A plain white door seals your noises. The door you’ve told him leads to nothing more than a boring guest room. Another yelp draws Takuma to the metallic knob, it’s cold in his hand.

Takuma is young. Reckless and blindly following his instinct. He thinks he’s mature and seasoned as a sorcerer, and he doesn’t stop to consider more plausible explanations when he’s already certain you’re in danger.

Preferably, when he barged in - you’d still be unharmed and he could save the day and finally work up the courage to make things official.

When Takuma barges in you’re unharmed, but more eye-catching than that - you’re not in need of saving. At all.

A man with long, flowing black hair that you’d once introduced as an old high school friend glares up at him from a chair in the corner. In front of the boy is a camera on a tripod. In front of the camera, is you on your back - arched up - hips tittering and twitching against the vibrator strapped cruelly to your clit.

“Uh- hah?” you look up, eyes glazed as your muscles seize up and legs clench shut, hips bucking wildly against the stubborn buzzing, “‘kuma!”

The man sitting behind the camera throws his hands up, evidently frustrated, before shutting off the vibrator.

Takuma clenches his eyes shut, both to block out the sight and memory of you calling his name as you came, “Shit- sorry!”

He rushes back out the room, only pausing when he hears your voice - a little cracked and raw, “Hey, wait!”

You’re clenching a silky crimson sheet over your shoulders as if the thin, draping material could possibly leave much to the imagination. As if he hadn’t seen and heard positively everything, you shyly avoid meeting his eyes before asking in that fried voice,

“Does this change anything?”

Rearing his head back in shock, Takuma immediately denies, shaking his head vigorously, “What?” his head bends down a little, desperately trying to find your gaze, “That you make porn?” he rubs the back of his neck, “Nah, just embarrassed I- you know…”

You do know.

You hum, squeezing the sheet tighter around your bare body. Pure boyishness in his flustered nature, something polite and sweet and youthful. All tongue and tenderness. It makes you want to tear him up between your canines. See just how embarrassed he can get.

“If you’re ever interested, then you can be in a couple.”

You almost wish you had the camera pointed at Takuma to catch his adorable jaw drop, “For real?!”

…

“There’s something very special about this video,” you tilt your head, resting it against your shoulder, “I’d like to introduce someone.”

Reaching out, you snag Takuma by the shirt and drag his stiff body closer to your side. He stumbles into frame, watching with wide eyes as his hard cock bobs by your face. Your smile is nothing but sly, dripping sex appeal as you bat your lashes at the camera. He feels hot, entirely unused to the feeling of this faux third presence in the bedroom. The nerves settle into something more familiar when you reach up, lovingly scathing your nails across the thick planes of his bare thighs.

You press your cheek against the reddening skin, a shadow casting across your eyes and nose as his erection hangs above your face. It twists the unpleasantness in his gut back to arousal. Nice, warm, familiar arousal. Running the tip of your index finger along the underside all the way to his drooling slit, “My newest toy. And if this goes well, then he might just become a regular addition.”

He knows what you mean. But the intimidation factor still rests heavily in his muscles. He knows you wouldn’t dump him over what your viewers had to say; but as he stares at that shiny lens, he feels that delusional angst begin clawing up from the bottom of his throat.

Then he feels your soft lips press against the ticklish spot on his hip. A soft dew is left behind by your gloss, and he briefly wonders how many times he’d be called an idiot if he got the residue’s imprint tattooed.

Your previous teasing grin morphs into something more genuine. Your boyfriend’s red in the face with both hands stuffed behind his back to avoid obstructing the camera’s view of its star.

“Try to relax for me, yeah?” you mutter against his skin, “Trust me - the best stuff is when you’re really enjoying yourself.”

He tries to grin, but the pounding of his heart is too obnoxious to ignore, “Don’t wanna embarrass myself.”

“You won’t,” you straighten up on your knees, petting a hand down the back of his thigh, “You can watch it back if you want. If you don’t like it, it won’t go up.”

His shoulders loosen, he nods, “Yeah, yeah - okay!” suddenly, he’s looking back at the camera, “You won’t leave this in, right?”

“‘Course not,” you kiss his hip bone again, “Just relax and have fun, baby. Best stuff is all raw.”

You lean up on your knees, pooling frothy spit to the perch of your lips and letting it dribble over the warm, flushed head of Takuma’s cock. Your hand spreads the mess down his length while your tongue strips up the underside of him. Kissing his cockhead before sliding your boyfriend into your mouth.

He whines a little, hips subconsciously bucking deeper into your warm maw. His tip pops past the rim of your throat and his arms come up and press against his lips, trying to smother down the whimpers that claw for escape.

The weight of his cock slides along your tongue, and you hum at the feeling. At the heated skin seering your soft mouth.

Hollowing your cheeks and curving his cock down your throat, you take earnest delight in how Takuma shudders seeing your nose pressed against his dark pubes. Pulling back, you press your tongue into the underside of your boyfriend, and let the saliva gurgling past your lips pool into the palm of your hand. Once wet, your hand comes up to Takuma’s balls and bathes them with attention.

He moans this time, cheeks reddening at the sound as he glances towards the camera shyly. Aiming to take his mind off the embarrassment, you slip yourself back down to the base of his dick. Thighs squishing together at the burgeoning heat from his lewd mewls.

Saliva oozes past your plumped, raw lips and drips down your chin. Takuma wants to politely wipe it away, but he’s too preoccupied trying not to humiliate himself by cumming already. You unsheath his cock from your throat again, and he’s ready to bitch out between his moans when you swap your hand and mouth.

Your warm tongue envelopes his balls while your hand fucks his cock. You let the wet, hot, smooth skin brush over your cheek and temple and the messiness of it sends tingles over your boyfriend’s spine. One of his hands darts over yours, squeezing tightly around his dick, while the other finds the back of your head. He whimpers and bucks and you’re not acting when you perk up in excitement.

Licking back up to the head of his cock, you let Takuma take over jerking himself off, and decide to give him more eye candy to finish off the video.

“Cum for me, honey,” you coo, hands squeezing and pulling at Takuma’s thick thighs like putty, “Want it, want ya to cum for me.”

Takuma’s chest is beet red in constant flux as he heaves and whimpers, tugging his cock over your face. His eyes are low and fluttering with lips pink and wet, rounding and stretching into the prettiest little ‘O’ for you. His eyes crinkle shut and his head is thrown back with a final moan when the first spurt of cum hits your cheek.

You moan, mostly for added effect rather than pure enjoyment, as Takuma milks the last of his orgasm onto your lolled tongue and hot cheeks. When no more splatters out onto your face and the overstimulation starts to burn at him, Takuma takes his hand away. You turn to the camera, swallowing the cum on your tongue.

When you feel stray flecks of cum beginning to run down your brow, you close your eyes and try to wipe where you feel the mess.

Takuma gasps - air washing consciousness back into his jittering body - eyes falling down onto your face. Both eyes scrunched and skin painted in sticky streaks.

“Ah, shit,” Takuma yanks his pants up, ignoring the unpleasant sensation in favor of dashing through your apartment for one of your older towels. The ones you keep specifically to clean up nasty messes. He wipes away the cum with a damp towelette, then dries you off with a separate one, “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s kinda gross…”

“Babe,” you snicker, “I literally told you to do it.”

He scoffs, continuing to dab at water trickling down your face, “Yeah, but the clarity I just got - like if a guy did that to me? Holy shit.”

You laugh again and he feels the hot fire of pride ignite in his chest, “Be fair, you’re not into men.”

“Okay, but if I was,” he pecks your lips when he’s sure none of his cum clings along your skin, “I still can’t be disrespecting my hot breadwinner girlfriend, you know?”

~~

i <3 takuma. begging gege to spare him

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ino takuma #ino jjk #ino x reader #takuma x reader #ino takuma x reader #ino takuma smut #ino takuma fluff #jjk movie marathon event

[zorosdimples]

cw: mourning, angst, and hurt/comfort. sweet ino takuma. in the same vein as this post. dedicated to @schrodingers-romy mwah mwah <3

it’s fucked up.

days bled into weeks, weeks seeped into months, and you’re still neck deep in the tides of mourning. along with the love of your life died your future, your hope. the once cosy apartment you shared with kento is a shell of a home—a painful memory of what could have been.

you’re curled in a ball on your sofa, the spot where he always settled at the end of a grueling day: tie discarded, collar unbuttoned, belt removed, scotch in hand. his clothes still hang in the closet (your therapist says it’s okay to take your time with his belongings, so you do). you’re swimming in his old, faded grey sweatshirt, along with a pair of pajama pants you bought him for his last birthday.

takuma is kneeling on the floor in front of you, beanie tossed aside, running a calloused palm up and down your forearm. you bemoaned your appearance when he showed up at the door with your favorite takeout, but he can’t help but think of how beautiful you are, even with swollen eyes and bitten lips and tears for another man—his mentor—glistening like dewdrops on your cheeks.

i’m fucked up.

“i’m s-sorry it always ends up like this,” you croak, a wry chuckle fluttering past your lips, dying almost instantly. you flash him a pathetic smile and use the sweatshirt cuff to swipe at your dripping nose. “go, takuma. you’ve done enough for me already. you should have fun instead of listening to me cry.”

the young man simply shakes his head, umber eyes filled with a bone-deep warmth—a hearty soup on a snowy day. “i want to stay.” please don’t make me leave. he squeezes your hand. “you don’t have to be alone right now.” all i can think about is you.

for the first time all evening, you grace takuma with a genuine smile, its radiance piercing his heart and flooding his bloodstream. he feels lightheaded as he sits next to you on the couch, like his chest might explode when you snuggle into his side. he wants nothing more that to kiss the tears from your face and swallow your sorrow and carry it as his own. but he’ll wait—he’ll always wait for you.

i’m sorry, nanami. but i think i’m in love.

#it’s a bite-sized midday scribble—please be kind! #tw angst #cw angst #ino x reader #takuma x reader #takuma <3

[just-jordie-things]

need ino to be the golden retriever boyfriend to my black cat girlfriend soooo bad ughhh i could just eat him

-🫧

(might've self projected too much but my god i love this)

omfg going out with ino when he's in his baggy clothes and a beanie (lowkey loser bf fit but in a cute way!!)

and you're decked out in layers of black, heavy makeup and platform docs... the two of you definitely turn some heads but my god you both love it

ino WORSHIPS his black cat gf. he's always finding a new trinket for you- spider decor... blood red pendants... dark colored nail polishes... if you have piercings he loves to pick out new jewelry for them!! he laces up your boots/corsets, handles all the little clasps of your necklaces and bracelets, and is eager to tell you that your eyeliner is perfectly even!!

(although, your lipstick might be a little messed up because he can't help but kiss the pretty color until it stains his mouth too hehe)

and oh my do you love your golden retriever bf. you love the bright colors he mixes and matches, the familiarity of his worn converse that he'll refuse to replace until the holes render them unwearable, the bright smile and dorky but fun atmosphere he brings to every space he steps into.

you're always grabbing his beanie and pulling it over his face when his staring gets you feeling too bashful- but you sort of like the way he takes it off to tousle his hair before covering it up again, so sometimes you might mess with the hat just to witness the sight. you love his skater boy sense of style and think no one pulls it off quite like him!! that said... you might convince him to get piercing or two... ino with an eyebrow piercing or snake bites.... yum

you're an iconic duo and everyone who sees you together knows it!!

#ino brainrot #takuma ino x reader #ino x reader #takuma x reader

[telleroftime]

Wow, what's this? Self indulgent Takuma x Reader ideas? Who would have thought:

Reader and Takuma making rock pets and making little cardboard homes for their rock pets. (Bonus of showing off said rock pets to the others, like Nanami and Itadori).

Takuma finding Reader on their university campus and brining them their lunch.

Takuma "helping" Reader study eventhough he doesn't understand a single thing and ends up falling asleep with his arms wrapped around them and his head resting on their back.

Reader and Takuma making cookies together and getting icing everywhere because neither can take it seriously. (Bonus of Takuma having lunch with Nanami and pulling out cookies that are dressed the same was as the 7:3 sorcerer).

Takuma getting hurt but not enough for Shoko to patch him up so Reader ends up the one that stitches him back together. Well, patches him up.

Reader giving Takuma a hair cut, featuring forehead kisses.

That's all for now. This man deserves all the love but don't let Gege know that.

#ino takuma #takuma x reader #ino takuma x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #he's just an adorable skrunkly #toonce ideas

[yellowflowerbub]

cuck

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. takuma finally lives out his fantasy of watching you being pleasured by another man while he watches

wordcount. 0.2k+

pairing(s). takuma ino x reader x nanami kento

tag(s). porn no plot, cuckolding, masturbating, short

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Takuma is almost in indignity- watching, studying, masturbating to the sinful display in front of him. The ripple of your ass every time his own coworker's hips met your eager rear kept him torturing his tip.  Already coated in a deep red blush and pre. He couldn't tear his eyes off the sight. The dig of Nanami's fingers on the back of your neck, using his grip like a leash to pull you back into him. The way you struggled to breathe from the continuous, rough thrusts. The drool and moans that left your mouth only edged him further.

The perverse scene played out in front of him just as if he imagined it himself- so lewd it was hard to believe he hadn't. It was like he'd been back laying on his bed, vigorously jerking off to the thought of sharing his partner with his co-worker. To have you bent backwards over another man's cock right in front of him. The fact that he knew he was in none of the few thoughts that racked through your mind made his dick twitch in his palm. 

He ran his hand over his cock, smearing the pre leaking from his tip down to the base. He grasped his cock and fisted it, thrusting up into his own hand because it never seemed to be enough stimulation to get him off. He peers up to look at your sweat ridden body but all he could see was Nanami. His front fully engulfed your body to a point all he could see of you was your nails digging into his co-workers burly back.

He shuddered.

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a/n: found this in my drafts and decided to finish it

Feedback and Reblogs are Appreciated!!

#takuma ino #takuma ino x reader #takuma x reader #takuma x you #nanami smut #takuma smut #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x gender neutral reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami x you #cuckholding

[delzinrowe]

Love Letter - TAKUMA INO

WORD COUNT: ~5.1K WARNINGS: None. F!Reader SUMMARY: Y/N receives a love letter, sadly the sender wasn't very specific when he signed it. A/N: Silly little brainrot I had months ago. Took me ages to actually finish this. Feedback is always appreciated!! Let me know if you wanna be tagged. TAGGING @just-jordie-things CAUSE I GOT BACK INTO WRITING BECAUSE OF HER, SHE'S AMAZING ♡♡♡

Another day filled with lessons of an unusual kind passed by. Gojo-Sensei was a good and devoted teacher, but everyone agreed that his teaching methods sometimes were a little… unorthodox, for lack of a better word. He tends to throw students into dangerous situations to fend for themselves instead of preparing them for it beforehand.

Y/N was just happy that she had her student days behind her. Now she was a semi-grade 1 sorcerer. After graduating from Jujutsu High she slowly but surely worked her way up the ranks and earned the respect of her fellow sorcerers, one of which was Ino Takuma, who seemed to be just as impressed by her as he was by his mentor Nanami Kento.

Whenever she wasn’t on a mission Y/N used the time to train, either by herself, with Takuma or with some of the younger students. Which was exactly what happened right now. For the past hours she had exchanged blows with each of them, successfully winning every fight. Until Maki decided to challenge her. Without any ounce of cursed energy she was supposed to be an easy target, but exactly this made her all the more dangerous in close range.

She stood opposite of Maki, wearing a smile on her lips and chuckling a little. Even after losing their training fight there was not an ounce of bitterness within her. Maki was an astonishing fighter, she was more skilled and talented in hand-to-hand combat than any of the other students.

Due to her lack of cursed energy she focused entirely on close range combat, allowing her to win the fight swiftly. No doubt that Yuji would still smoke her in terms of raw strength, but Maki was no way inferior to any of them.

“You’re gonna raise hell some day, Maki.” Y/N never made a secret out of her adoration and pride for the young ostracized Zenin. If it had been anyone else Maki would have rolled her eyes and shrugged off the praising compliment, but Y/N was one of the few people she held in high regards, therefore her words meant a lot to the second year student.

Knowing that someone as strong as Y/N acknowledged her strength and even believed in her so strongly meant a lot to her, even if she would rather die a gruesome death than ever admit this to anyone.

“I’m working on it.”

Maki’s witty comeback earned another chuckle from Y/N. Truth be told, she was immensely proud of the young student. When she herself enrolled into Jujutsu High she was surrounded by all these amazing young sorcerers and even her teachers were fascinatingly strong. It often caused her to feel left out, as if she was merely a candle in the wind with everyone around her being raging wildfires, rapidly increasing with each passing day.

Back then Takuma was the only person who showed her acknowledgement, who openly told her that he believed she’d be destined for amazing and great things. Thinking back on it now, it might have been this exact moment her crush developed. She wanted to prove him right, that she was capable of whatever life as sorcerer threw at her.

Ultimately, she knew the pain of being left out, of not being believed in, of feeling far too weak. She wouldn’t allow anyone to feel like that, especially not someone like Maki, who was so willing and determined to prove herself.

Y/N only responded with a nod and a smile before turning around to gather her things. All too suddenly she halted her movements, her eyes squinting at the piece of white paper she spotted on the dark piece of clothing.

Right there, at the edge of the training grounds, in her lazily discarded jacket, stuck a letter, folded into a tiny rectangle. It certainly wasn’t there before. She would have remembered anyone messing with her clothes during the training. Whoever it was must have used the chance to leave the paper when she had her back turned. Or maybe when Maki successfully threw her onto her back…

However, that didn’t matter now, what mattered most to Y/N in this instant was the tiny rectangle. 

Curiously, and with careful touches, she reached for the paper and slowly unfolded it. Her eyes scanned over the lines written on it. The first thing she noticed was the handwriting itself. It wasn’t neat, but it was far from messy. It seemed almost as if someone tried to conceal their handwriting. Something else she noticed was that it was a blank paper, no lines or squares, yet the short sentences made it seem as if there had been invisible lines.

Whoever wrote this note went through the trouble of using an undersheet to keep the perfect lines intact. The level of detail for one simple note was astonishing. 

It took Y/N a few good moments of skimping over the words before she even realized what the letter said.

It was… a love letter.

Never in her life did Y/N think she’d receive one of those, let alone an anonymous one, only signed with initials, but there’s got to be a first time for everything, right?

Her gaze was fixated on the paper, as if it put a spell on her. The few lines were filled with sweet adoration, even bringing a smile to her lips until her eyes found the initials T.I..

Y/N still stood in the middle of the training grounds but she suddenly didn’t notice anything around her anymore. Her thoughts were now fully engulfed by the two letters that sent her mind into a haze. Who the hell was T.I.?

Bombs and missiles could have detonated right in front of her, nonetheless, nothing would have managed to tear her attention away from her thoughts going on a rampage.

Seconds passed, turning into minutes as Y/N kept on thinking about the initials but she couldn’t come up with anything. Even if she turned the letters around no one came to her mind. No one seemed to fit, until a certain image popped up in her thoughts. And suddenly the need for a written letter made much more sense to her.

<--With a suspicion now in mind, she set out to find her best friend, hoping to get a different perspective on the entire matter. Maybe he’d even have some advice ready for her to handle this entire situation. It surely would help her to at least get a male opinion on this. That is… if her best friend Takuma would even have an opinion on it at all. -->

“Do you have any idea who T.I. could be?” 

Immediately after finding Takuma she spilled everything about the letter she received. It took him a good few minutes to get her to slow down but once he realized what she was on about his lips curled into a little smile, not too big to get caught but just enough to seem like his usual self. Even if he was a nervous bundle of anxiety inside.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it, ‘Kuma?” This was it. The moment he was waiting for.

He was the one who left the letter in her jacket during training. She’d confront him and after hearing his cheesy confession she’d admit to always having had a crush on him as well, and the two would kiss and be the dream couple everyone would envy.

…At least that’s how he pictured it in his head.

“It must be Toge Inumaki. I can’t think of anyone else, to be honest.” Y/N crossed her arms in front of her chest, the letter still clutched in between her thumb and her fingers, as she gave an expectant look towards her friend, not knowing that his heart secretly deflated at her words.

Takuma tried his hardest not to show his thoughts all too clearly on his face. Usually, he was the personification of bubbly, open and unfiltered, blurting out the first things on his mind without really thinking of his words first. But this time he had to bite his own tongue to stop himself from speaking too quickly. 

Why did she not realize that it was him who wrote that note? Then again, why did he have to sign it with his initials only? Was he really that stupid? Of course, there were other people with the same initials as him, he should have thought of this beforehand.

Or perhaps the fact that she instantly assumed it to be someone else meant that maybe she wanted it to be someone else? Did she believe Toge wrote the note because she wished that it was from him? Had her heart already been snatched by someone?

The possibility of it felt like a gut punch to Takuma. A few minutes ago he felt happy, expecting this moment to turn into the sweetest one of his life. However, by now his chest felt tightened, as if someone had reached down his throat and crushed his heart with bare hands, while simultaneously smacking the air out of his lungs.

This had got to be one of the worst moments of his life. He got rejected, indirectly at least, and in one of the worst ways too.

“If you think it’s him, then ask him about it.” The words were followed by a shrug of his shoulders, he tried so desperately to seem indifferent enough towards this. Of course, he didn’t want her to think that this entire topic didn’t matter to him, it did. More than she even knew. But she was smart and if he acted out of character now then she’d be onto him instantly. 

Y/N let out a deep sigh, uncrossing her arms and letting them drop to her sides. As calm as she seemed, her mind was a mess. Why did she have to receive a letter like this? Anonymous with only initials to make her guess.

“Yeah sure, and what do I even say to him?” She asked with a hint of hopelessness, shrugging her shoulders lightly.

“That depends on whether you like him or not.” Takuma kept his posture, speaking in a tone that was usual for him. Or wasn’t it? He tried way too hard to appear like his normal self that he started to overthink his actions, words and even the tone he used. Did he talk like this any other day?

“I guess so.” Her response, paired with the deep sigh she let out and her sinking shoulders were a clear sign of defeat. She didn’t seem suspicious of him. Good, he had played his role well. Now he just needed to keep it up a little longer.

Eventually Y/N’s chat with her best friend offered no real help or conclusion, besides the obvious ‘talk to him directly. It was a piece of advice she didn’t need, considering it was apparent inside her own mind ever since she successfully deciphered the sender of the note.

She dreaded the encounter with Toge. She didn’t want to break the young student’s heart. Why did it have to be so uncomfortable and painful when friends caught feelings? How she wished for the ground to simply swallow her whole right at this moment.

Alas, there was no way around it. No matter how much Y/N tried to think of a different solution, she had to be direct and honest with Toge. He deserved that much.

Seconds passed and neither Takuma nor Y/N said anything. For Takuma the heavy tension in the air seemed almost unbearable. His heart threatened to burst out of his chest, wanting so desperately to confess to being the real author of the note. But he figuratively bit his own tongue to stay silent. It felt obvious enough to him that she wasn’t reciprocating his feelings.

On the other hand, Y/N felt a thick tension for different reasons. She dreaded the encounter with Toge, no matter how much she knew that it was necessary to clear the air. A feeling of unease and anxiety spread through her stomach and she took a few deep breaths, releasing the last one as a deep sigh.

“I should talk to him right now.” For a moment she glanced at Takuma before her gaze shifted towards the letter she still held tightly. There was nothing else to say or do, anything she’d come up with now would only prolong the much needed conversation.

“Good luck.” Takuma’s short nod was met with a grimace from Y/N, followed by quiet short noise that could only be described as a whine.

Just for a fraction of a moment he forgot the aching pain in his chest. Goddamn, why did she look so cute right now? It took all his willpower to keep his mouth shut when inside him everything was screaming at him to just be honest.

“Thanks.”

Without any further ado she turned on her heel. Even if she didn’t know where to find Toge, she was sure that eventually she’d run into him. Maybe she could think of the right things to say until then.

Takuma’s gaze followed her until she was out of sight. The second grace sorcerer wasn’t a coward or shy by any means, he was brave and courageous. So why couldn’t he just walk up to her and confess, like he had thought about so many times? Why did he settle to write a letter and leave it in her jacket like some clumsy lovesick teenager?

In an instant he froze in place, his eyes wide in shock as the realization hit him like a jolt of electricity. As soon as Y/N confronted Toge she’d find out that the letter wasn’t actually  from him. His heart had started pounding and he felt paralyzed when he realized the extensive consequences of her finding out. Their entire friendship would shift and become awkward. In the worst case it might even end he’d lose his best friend.

He had to follow Y/N and ‘accidentally’ interrupt her encounter with Toge before the blonde student could expose his secret crush on his best friend.

For an experienced high grade sorcerer Y/N was far too immersed in her thoughts to realize that for the past half hour she had been followed by Takuma. He didn’t even have to use any cursed energy to be as stealthy as possible. She was too occupied with her search for the blonde student to notice him either way.

Well, she didn’t actively search for Toge, no. She dreaded this upcoming conversation more than anything else. Instead, she simply wandered around the school grounds as casually as she could. Eventually she’d find him, wouldn’t she?

She had already given up on thinking of what to say, nothing seemed good or fitting. With a nervous feeling in her gut she decided to just wing it and come up with anything she’d say on the spot.

Just when Y/N was about to call it quits and chicken out of this entire situation she saw Toge walking a little bit further away from her current position. After suppressing another unmotivated whine she took deep breaths to calm her nerves before approaching him.

“Hey, Toge!” She tried not to sound too loud with her yell as she ran up to the blonde student, who turned around towards her and greeted her with a hand sign, as per usual paired with a quiet: “Kelp.”

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Y/N’s head was tilted a little and a somewhat awkward smile appeared on her face. Damnit. She tried so hard to act normal but she had only ever been in this situation two or three times before. Rejecting someone was hard on its own, but even worse when it was a good friend. How would she even start?

Instead of saying any of his safe words Toge opted to not say anything as he only raised his eyebrows. A silent sign that she had his attention and a gesture for her to keep talking.

“The letter you sent me… it was really nice, but…” As much as Y/N tried to find the right words, it resulted in her sounding uncertain. Hopefully this wouldn’t cause their friendship to get awkward.

The more she tried to construct a coherent sentence, the less she was actually able to speak properly. The nervousness that surged through her body felt almost paralyzing, even more so than the uncomfortable silence that hung between them. But she had to say something. She couldn’t give Toge any false hope. He didn’t deserve that.

“I don’t like you like that, I’m sorry.”

If Y/N had the courage to look up right now she would have seen the confused expression on Toge’s face as he tried desperately to make sense of this whole situation. However, her gaze was just about anywhere else, focusing on invisible dots, as to not look at him directly.

He wasn’t entirely sure what she meant, but with the limited vocabulary available to him he decided to simply agree with it and call it a day. Whatever this was about would surely resolve on its own. For him there was no need to stress about something he didn’t fully grasp either way.

“Salmon.” With that Toge nodded his head, conveying his understanding, even if it was merely an act.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, and I hope we can stay friends.” Even though Y/N harbored no romantic feelings for the short blonde student, rejecting a friend was always a gut-wrenching experience. It was something she hated, even if it had thankfully only happened very few times. The anguish of having to turn down someone she was close with always hung above the friendship, similar to the damning dropping chandelier in Phantom of the Opera. At one point it might crash and reduce the remaining friendship to rubble and dust.

Although this didn’t seem to be the case with Toge, he took the rejection like a champ. If Y/N hadn’t been too overwhelmed by this situation she might have realized that Toge even seemed a little too chill about getting rejected. But her mind was elsewhere, involuntarily drifting to the young sorcerer who was now hiding behind a wall, listening in on their conversation.

Toge hadn’t exposed him, he took the rejection and went with it. Yet, for some reason it caused Takuma to feel twisted. Y/N didn’t even think of him when she received the letter, and now she had officially rejected ‘T.I.’, which made it practically impossible to send her another note. He should have just gathered his courage and confessed when he had the chance.

“Salmon Roe.” Two words was enough to pull Y/N and Takuma out of their thoughts and bring them back to the present. She only nodded in an effort to ease the awkward tension between them, even if she was the only one that felt it.

Toge pointed towards his dorm rooms, not even attempting to say anything else before lifting his hand in the air to wave goodbye as he left Y/N on her own. Her thoughts were racing and her heart pounded in her chest. The conversation had gone smooth (more or less) and Toge took the rejection well. Hopefully this wouldn’t have any awkward consequences in their friendship. 

Meanwhile Takuma leaned against the wall he was hiding behind, nervousness filling his stomach. He should get out of here, leave before she noticed that he had followed her.

His palms were sweaty, his heart beating so fast and hard that it threatened to burst out of his chest. His head leaned against the surface of the concrete as his eyes were closed. If he already felt like this when he was just hiding behind a wall then how was he ever gonna face her and confess? He, the usually cool, calm and collected auspicious beasts’ user, was undoubtedly a coward. 

“‘Kuma?” Y/N’s voice rang in his ears, instantly his eyes widened. Instantly he cursed himself for not disappearing sooner. Now it was too late for that, if he attempted to leave now she’d just follow and question him.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice was, understandably, laced with confusion. Had he listened to the entire conversation she had with Toge? Why would he even care about it?

“Hey.” It was the most awkward and stupidest he had ever sounded as he dragged out the one word greeting. He wanted to disappear right now, vanish into thin air never to be seen again.

When he didn’t say anything she lifted her head forward just a bit and raised her eyebrows expectantly, urging him to continue with her sharp gaze. Oh, how he scolded himself internally at this very moment.

“I’m just here for emotional support…” The way the words came out of his mouth seemed more like a question instead of an answer to her initial inquiry.  If there was ever an award for the worst lie, Takuma would receive it without any close competition. Even without this dead giveaway Y/N would have known that something was foul.

“Would you just spit it out?” Gone was the nervousness she felt just moments ago during her conversation with Toge. Now she was aggravated and irritated at his unusual behavior. It must have been connected to the love note, but she couldn’t come up with any reason why.

As Y/N was still waiting for his response, Takuma felt the sinking realization that he wouldn’t be able to get out of this situation without coming clean about the love letter. The weight on his chest grew heavier, his heart pounded louder, the beating rang in his ears. He wiped his hands on his pants, rather pathetically as they kept on sweating. Had he ever been this fucking nervous prior to this moment? He couldn’t remember.

Even after facing curse users, as well as encountering and successfully exorcizing countless curses, and finding himself in the most dangerous situations, he couldn’t remember ever feeling this uneasy in his entire life.

The silence between them remained for what felt like an eternity, but actually had only been about two minutes. Y/N knew that he heard her question loud and clear, there was no need to repeat it. Especially considering how nervous he appeared. Something was definitely wrong, but no matter how irritated or aggravated she was with him, she’d never pressure him. That simply wasn’t how their friendship worked.

Seconds felt like hours for Takuma but he knew he had to say something, and eventually, after taking multiple deep breaths, he finally overcame his uneasiness and forced himself to speak up.

“I’m T.I.”, as little as his words seemed, it had taken him immense courage to say them out loud.

“The letter… it’s from me.”

Y/N simply stared at him as he dropped this bomb of information on her. The thought of “T.I.” actually standing for Takuma Ino had never seriously crossed her mind. Even if for a split second she might have hoped for it, she had immediately dismissed it.

For as long as she had been friends with him he was never the type to write letters, especially love letters. She had known him long enough to learn his character inside out. He was blunt, but not brutal, open and unfiltered but never hostile. In short; he wasn’t someone who would hide behind an anonymous letter.

Or so she thought at least, which caused her thoughts to go into overdrive.

“You wrote that? Why? Did you think it’d be a funny joke? Is that why you didn’t say anything before and just let me make a fool out of myself in front of Toge?” Y/N asked suddenly, completely overwhelmed with this situation and clearly overthinking it.

Takuma knew that tone all too well, he was the one to calm her down more than just a few times, and while he was still nervous about this whole ordeal, he couldn’t watch how she doubted herself so much that she didn’t take his love letter seriously.

“No, it wasn’t a joke. Listen…”, for a moment he paused, his might searching for words as she took a step forward to her. He let out a deep sigh before he spoke up once more.

“I like you. Like… a whole lot. I’ve pretty much had a crush on you since forever. I don’t know what made me write a damn letter. I guess I was too much of a coward to tell you face to face.” Even though he had taken a step forward, he couldn’t look into her eyes. His averted gaze focused on an invisible point a few feet away.

“It’s not a joke, alright? I’m serious.” His heart hammered against his ribcage. This was the moment he didn’t want to experience.

Y/N was far too shocked to construct a proper sentence, the confession had taken her by full surprise. Neither of them dared to say anything but as the moments passed her lips curled into a smile that she tried to suppress. It was slowly setting in that this wasn’t a joke or a prank. Takuma seemed to be genuinely nervous, even anxious. Something she wasn’t used to seeing.

Furthermore, she had known him for quite some time and while he was a bit of a goof who liked to pull pranks, he never would have gone for something that could end up emotionally scarring someone.

Her heart went from racing twice as fast to skipping a beat all the way to pounding heavily inside her chest. It felt as if a fuzzy blanket was wrapped around her, the realization that the boy she had a crush on liked her back.

“And you’re really really serious?” She questioned quietly, her voice now lacking the previous panicky tone.

“More than anything.”

When he finally lifted his head again Takuma saw the smile on her lips. It was like a drug to him, instantly he returned it with a smile on his own, the uneasiness fading away and being replaced by a warm feeling that spread through his limbs.

“Good, cause I like you too.”

“You really do?” His mind struggled to believe that it was real, but the way she smiled shyly with this faint blush on her cheeks was all the proof he needed. And suddenly he’s floating from happiness.

Suddenly the anxiety he felt died down, and all the uneasiness disappeared from his body.

Y/N had no time to brace herself when all of a sudden his arms wrapped tightly around her frame, pulling her right into his warm chest. The closeness, paired with his familiar scent, felt like a dream to her.

Takuma didn’t need to say it, it was obvious that he was happier than ever about this development, but so was Y/N.

The two of them didn’t know how much time passed, could have been an hour, could have been an eternity. In reality it was closer to a few minutes, when he eventually loosened his hold and leaned back just enough to look at her. 

Y/N could have sworn she just fell much deeper for him when she saw his unusually flushed face. A sign so beautiful and handsome that she never wanted to look away. It was a sight she didn’t expect, and certainly something she never knew she needed to see until now.

“So… Can I kiss you?” Takuma asked, and Y/N swore he was still nervous, which caused her chest to feel even warmer. It was unlike him to not ooze confidence with every fiber of his being, however, knowing that she had this effect on him, even after both of them confessing, filled her with pride.

“I don’t know if you can, but you should.” She responded with a smirk, albeit with her cheeks so heated that she felt like a radiator. The chuckle that followed her words was cut short when his lips captured her own. Her giggle died down when she practically melted into the kiss.

It was a little messy and chaotic, but eventually they fell into a rhythm that felt just right in every way.

Her hands, which were still wrapped around his torso from their hug, grabbed his sweater tightly. Meanwhile her thoughts dissipated, leaving nothing else but the blissful happiness, and the fluttering butterflies in her stomach.

Everything was drowned out until a few seconds later when Takuma pulled away. As if she was magnetized by him she tried to follow his lips, leaning further into him just a few inches before regaining her composure. She opened her eyes but didn’t look at him right away. It was such a silly thing that she felt embarrassed for not wanting the kiss to end but at the same time she knew that from now on she could have kisses anytime she asked.

Her hands slowly let go of his sweater. A wave of uncertainty hit her but it was gone as quick as it arrived once she felt him reach for her wrist.

His hand found hers, and their fingers interlaced. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how natural and easy everything felt with him. Her heart might have raced like a sports car and rang in her ears like church bells but being with Takuma like this felt more natural and comfortable than she had ever imagined.

For a while it was quiet as the two of them simply started strolling around aimlessly on the school grounds. But there was one thing Y/N still wanted to address…

“You couldn’t come up with a better way to sign it then T.I.?”

“To be fair I didn’t think your first thought would be Riceball Guy.” He mumbled back and rolled his eyes, listening as her giggles turned into a short but warm laugh.

His eyes were glued to her, the corners of his lips subconsciously curling into the happiest grin he could possibly create.

They had no label yet but she was his girl, there was no doubt in his mind about it. She was hers even before he had even known it. And there was no way in hell that he’d ever let go of her.

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[brittscafe]

Fantasize part 1

"I fantasize about it all the time, if you were mine."

In which Takuma Ino and you fantasize about being each others.

CW: Blood, major injuries, near death experience, lots of angst, Takuma Ino being the cutest person to ever exist 😩

The thunder roars in the sky as your fresh, crimson blood pooling out from the large wound in your stomach. You pant heavily, the rain drenching your face and dripping down your chin.

Your clothes are drenched, sticking to your skin. It's uncomfortable, but what's more uncomfortable is the hole in your lower stomach.

Your enemy stands across from you, beaten and covered in bruises, a wryly grin across his face. He knows that he's winning as you're losing about a liter of blood right now.

"Why don't give you up already?" he sighs out, rolling his eyes with annoyance. You grit your teeth, clenching your jaw and shaking your head.

Takuma said all you had to do was hold out and he promised that he would come right back for you. You promised him that you could hold out. Takuma has every ounce of his being determined to keep that promise, but right now he's pinned. It's 3 on 1, it's not even fair.

Your knees are weak, trembling slightly. You slowly raise your gaze up from the ground and meet his sharp glare.

"B-because I made a promise," your voice is slurred, struggling to even form words. The taste of bitter blood is in the back of your throat, daring to come up.

Your enemy throws his head back, letting out a loud cackle. He's not sure how you're even on your feet right now, hell, you should be dead.

He slowly stalks over to you and you stumble backwards. You let out a sharp inhale as his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the air out from your lungs.

Your eyes brim with tears, pressing your lips together. You claw and scratch as his hand around your throat, wincing.

"I hate to break it, but it looks like you're going to be breaking your promise today," he cocks his head to the side, eyes dark. Your eyes shift down to the knife in his hand, already covered in your blood.

The enemy raises his hand above his head, starting to drive the knife down. Your body jolts and your heart rams against your chest. Your free hand grabs onto his trying to stop it, but it's no use.

The knife is driven through your upper chest and your jaw goes slack.

You feel the knife twist and rub against your bones, cries of agony leaving your lips. Your flesh squelches and the hot tears stain your cheeks.

Your screams pierces Ino's eardrums and heart. He perks his head up, on high alert. A chill runs down his spine and he clenches his fists, knowing he has to hurry up and end things.

Your enemy rips the knife out of your chest, blood spraying out onto the wet road. The only thing keeping you on your feet is his hand, clutched onto your throat.

You wheeze, your throat and body straining. "Pathetic," he spits out, releasing his grip on your throat. You collapse on the wet road, panting heavily.

You blinks, eyes heavy and exhausted, watching as your enemy walks away with a victory. Your vision goes blurry as you blink slowly until you close your eyes.

Your body is limp and fragile, legs sprayed out. The rain pelts down onto your skin, the lightning flashes in the dark sky.

The sounds of shoes, splashing in the puddles fill your eardrums. You can't move, it takes too much of your strength. You can't bother to open your eyes either.

Takuma pants heavily, his muscles throbbing and aching as he pushes himself to get to you faster. The sight of you laying on the ground, wet and beaten, makes his heart ache.

Takuma slides onto the ground, grabbing onto your shoulders and shaking you. Your eyelids slowly flutter open and your eyes meet his, a faint smile tugging on your face.

"I-Ino," your weak voice calls out and the tears brim up to his eyelids, drowning him.

"Y/n. I shouldn't have left you, none of this would've happened if I had stayed with you," Ino speaks rapidly, his voice filled with panic and concern.

"I am sor-"

"Don't you dare apologize. I don't deserve your forgiveness, y/n," Ino speaks harshly through gritted teeth. His chest heaves and his eyes rake over you.

"Takuma," you whisper hoarsely. Pain claws at his heart, his face twisting with hurt.

"Yeah?" he asks with a soft voice.

"I'm so cold," your lips quiver. Ino's eyes widen and he quickly tugs his long sleeved shirt off, a plain black shirt underneath.

"Y/n, this is going to sound weird, but I need you to take off your shirt. Wet clothes that are cold will do no good," Takuma explains and you gulp, nodding your head.

"Okay," you agree, reaching up and struggling to tear off your soaking shirt. Takuma's eyes widen, raking over your bare upper body.

"Y/n..." Takuma calls out, concern spiraling in his eyes.

"It's bad, isn't it?" you groan out. Takuma shakes his head and carefully puts his shirt over your body. Takuma wraps his arms around your waist, gently moving you.

You wince and whimper as every movements makes your wounds ache and throb. Takuma leans against the wall, dragging you in between his legs.

You rest your head against his chest, the rest of your shivering body pressed up against his. Your eyelids are heavy and Takuma's eyes widen.

"I need to stay awake, y/n. Please," Takuma begs you, rocking back and forth. Takuma's arms are wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

He's so warm, but you're too cold.

"I'm trying," you breathe out, feeling your body go limp against his.

"I promise I'll stay by your side whenever you need me," Takuma speaks with a tender voice and you let out a tiny chuckle. The chuckle rattles your body and your face scrunches up with agony.

"You know, you're not my boyfriend, why do you keep saying-romantic a-and caring things?" your voice trembles as you snuggle deeper into his chest.

"So...you think I'm romantic and caring?" Takuma lets out a weak chuckle, his shaky hand reaching out. You dig your nails into your palms, trying to distract yourself.

"Yeah, I do," you nod your head, feeling Takuma graze his knuckles over your cheek. Takuma's stomach twists into uneasy knots at the feeling of your cold skin.

It's too cold.

Your eyelids are too heavy, drooping down and they close. You exhale deeply and your body slouches against Takuma's.

"H-hey, you need to stay awake for me, okay? Y/n? Y/n?!" Takuma raises his voice, gently nudging you.

No response.

Tears tug on Takuma's eyes and his heart aches. He squeezes your body and your head falls back. He reaches up, pressing two fingers along your throat.

There's no pulse. Your body is cold to the touch.

"Nanami!" he screams out, voice cracking. He puts every ounce of strength into that scream, echoing loudly. Takuma's body starts to flood with panic, eyes widening and he breathes heavily.

"Y/n, please, wake up! You can't die, not yet. Not when I have to keep my promise. I will stay by your side, I promise. Please, wake up!" Takuma begs through hiccuped sobs that tear through his chest.

He holds you to his chest, tears spilling down his chest and praying for a miracle. Takuma sniffles and glances up into the sky, fingers digging into your wet, cold flesh.

Nanami, please hurry...you can't die in Ino's arms.

I really loved writing this and what really inspired me was a handful of prompts by @urfriendlywriter. I love their page and decided to insert some prompts into my writing :)

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[bihanspookies]

Summary: You and Ino decide to experiment in the bedroom and you introduce not one not two but three new elements.

Warnings: Pegging, afab, degrading, name calling, sub!Ino, dom!reader, oral (m), use of daddy but not for who you think 🤭

Takuma Ino stood in front of the mirror, twisting and turning his body to admire himself. He had a thoughtful look on his face, lips pursed and eyebrows raised in approval as he took in his figure. When you had presented the box wrapped in holographic purple and blue paper, he had an inkling of suspicion of what was inside of it. When he pulled off the lid and came face to face with a sheer pink, floral lingerie set, he didn’t even try to hide the surprise that overtook his face. He pulled the set out, turning it in his hands and went to look at you, sitting right next to the box on the bed.

You two had discussed wanting to try new things in the bedroom. He vaguely remembers you mentioning lingerie, but he just assumed that meant for you. So imagine his surprise when you said that the lingerie was actually for him. He laughed of course, the idea of him being in lingerie seemed a little bit off, but the moment he saw the way you were biting your lips and how your eyes grew hazy, his mind began to take a different turn.

Which is how Takuma ended up putting it on and was shocked to find that he found himself looking pretty damn good. As he kept turning in front of the mirror, he caught your eyes in the reflection and let a smirk cross his face.

“You know babe, I look pretty good in this. Maybe better than you would.” He chided playfully but deep down he was really loving the way the fabric felt against his skin, the way the intricate floral design popped. The fabric was sheer enough that he could make out his cock behind the pink, shaded in a lovely hue. He heard something clink behind him but when he spun around to look, all he saw was you clearly holding something behind your back.

“Whatcha got there?” He questioned with a laugh, finally twisting away from the mirror completely and walking towards you. Your lips were pressed in the thin line and he could tell there was something you wanted to ask him.

“There’s something else I wanted to try out tonight.” Your voice came out tiny but you tried to hold out. Your heart was beating against your ribcage, hands growing slick with sweat and you gripped tighter onto the object you were holding. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, the look was so innocent that you almost felt a little bad about asking what was on your mind.

“Well uh…” Slowly but surely you pulled out the object from behind your back and rested it in your lap. The silence was deafening and you could feel your cheeks reddening. You wish he would say something, but then again if you were in his shoes you would also be at a loss for words.

“...You want to fuck me? Literally?” He finally spoke but you prayed he would’ve said something else, literally anything but that, especially in such a shocked tone. You got the courage to look him in the eyes, finding only a slightly confused look upon his face. You tightened your hold on the strap-on, the heat on your cheeks increasing.

“Mhm.” Was all you were able to muster. He reached out and grazed his fingers along the strap-on, an unreadable expression as he took the time to touch and get the feel of the toy. You knew it was a lot to ask, but you really wanted to try it out. The fantasy of you being the one fucking him has been in your mind more times than you could imagine.

“Do you have lube?” His question brought you out of your daydream. Your lips parted to speak but you were so baffled that he asked, your words melted on your tongue. However when you finally collected yourself, you eagerly answered him.

“Yeah! You’re… okay with this ‘Kuma? I know it’s a lot to try out for one night.” He simply shook his head and waved you off, a grin making way. He placed both hands on either side of you and leaned down, the end of his nose bumping into yours. He held your chin up and made you look into his eyes.

“Let’s see how good you can fuck me.” He softly pressed his lips against yours, grabbing the strap-on and tossing it to the side. His mouth moved against you, gently nipping at your bottom lip and coaxing you to let his tongue in. You could feel your panties dampening with every passing second and you reached a hand out to touch him, happy to find that his cock was already half hard.

He began to press into you, making you lean back in the bed and for a quick second you allowed him to do so, until you remembered that you were supposed to be the one in charge. You placed your hand on his chest to stop his movements, pulling your head back to disconnect your lips. You smiled, giggling at your boyfriend still moving his mouth in a pucker when he opened his eyes and pouted at you.

“I’m supposed to be the one in charge here, baby.” You breathed out against his mouth, the tip of your tongue peeking out to lick his lips. He swallows hard and grins, leaning back and going to lay down next to you. He puts his hands behind his head and awaits your instructions.

You swing your leg over his body, grinding your clothed pussy over his cock. He groans and puts his hands on your waist, trying to drag you over himself. You lean down and connect your lips once more, pressing yourself more into him. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling the strands in between your fingers making him moan softly into your mouth and bite on your lower lip. You rotate your hips on him, the shape of him pressing deliciously on your damp panties and soon the urge became too much and you pulled away, crawling over his body to grab something off the dresser.

You sat on your haunches and wiggled the bottle of lube, his cock twitching at the sight and you feel it under you, a smirk crossing your lips. You scooted off his lap and instructed him to spread his legs so you could sit in between them. Leaning forward you placed kisses on his stomach, slowly descending towards his waiting member. His hips lift up to your mouth when you’re above them, his cock aching for your touch. One kiss turns into two and soon you’re kissing all him over the material, letting your tongue drag across the fabric of the lingerie.

Takuma’s breath comes out short, subtly grinding up into your mouth, wanting to feel more of your touch on him. His cock throbs more at your tongue and lips grazing over it and he wants nothing more than to shove himself in there. When you finally slip his cock out through the top, the cool air causes him to sigh in relief. Softly at first, you kissed and licked with the tip of your tongue, teasing him with the lightest of touches. Soon you put him entirely into your mouth, giving him no time to adjust to the sudden change.

His breath catches in his throat and his hands claw at the bedsheets. He lifts his head to stare at you, watch you swallow him whole, the way your cheeks hollow and glide along his shaft. You go to the end, feeling his finely trimmed hair tickle your nose. He lets out a low groan and reaches a hand out to hold you there but you slap it away. Locking eyes with him, you bring yourself upward, opening your mouth and showing him your tongue drag on the underside. You close your mouth around the head and with a wet pop you release him and make your way back up. He kisses you eagerly, not hearing the sound of the bottle cap flicking open.

You shift your position so that his right leg is in between your own, his thigh pressing your wet panties into you. You press your lips harder into him and shift your hand down, hovering before his hole.

“‘Kuma…” He doesn’t respond, too entranced with kissing you. “Hey…!” He hums in response, hands lightly holding your waist. You continue to speak, giving him light kisses.

“I need to get you ready for me, darling. Can you handle it?” He whimpered against your mouth, squeezing your hips as a response. You tap his left leg, instructing him to lift it up for easier access. Using your ring and pinky finger, you moved the fabric to the side, letting the tips of your middle and index finger gently rub at his entrance. He gasps softly against you, eyes fluttering open to look at you. You readjusted your position, now letting the end of your nose touch his and continued to circle his hole.

“You ready?” You muttered quietly. He nodded, cock twitching in excitement. You started gently, slowly pushing one finger in. His breath hitched but you cooed at him to just relax, and he slowly released let it out. Soon you were stretching him, eventually adding your other finger to the mix, his moans quiet but enough to keep you going. It was a foreign feeling to both of you, but the experience was thrilling, the new sounds he was making just spurred you on.

You had set a good pace, fucking him to the point where you were just brushing against that sweet spot inside him. You change your position once again, now moving your other hand to his leaking cock and grasping it in your hand. Your boyfriend whimpers in a high pitch, his beautiful moans making you do one in return. Matching the pace of your fingers you began to stroke him, squeezing in time when you felt yourself touch that one place.

“Sweetheart please, I’m gonna cum-and we didn’t even get to the good stuff yet.” He cries out, gripping the wrist of the hand that was on his cock. You stopped stroking him but kept your other fingers moving, wanting him to be as prepared as possible.

After a couple of more seconds, you pull your fingers out. You stood off the bed and stripped off your clothes, tossing them to the side. You reached for the strap-on and tied it on yourself, grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring more over it. He lifted his head and licked his lips, going forward to lean on his knees.

“You gonna fuck me good? Make me cum all over this cock?” He sat up and wrapped a hand around the strap, tugging it towards him. He wore a smug grin and you just wanted to wipe it right off his face.

“Turn around.” You commanded in a calm voice. He raises an eyebrow, challenging you. You glide a hand down his chest and pinch his nipple abruptly. He hisses but the pain subsides when he sees the serious look on your face.

“Wow, so demanding.” He winks at you but turns around, stretching like a cat as he gets on his hands and knees. He turns his head back to face you, giving you a cheeky smile. You shake your head with a smirk and place your hands on his hips, tugging his ass back to you. You start by rubbing a hand over his cheek, digging your nails into his skin. He seems to get impatient because he wiggles his ass at you and turns his head once more.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what…? Daddy?” His voice comes out smug, a teasing tone laced underneath but you don’t even register his sarcasm because something in you clicks. You give a harsh slap to his cheek, the sound resonating throughout the room. He gasps and lurches forward, the sudden hit taking him by surprise but it doesn’t stop him from swallowing or his cock from twitching.

“Fuck baby, are you into that?” His question comes out with a laugh but underneath it you can sense he’s nervous. You don’t respond, only climbing onto the bed and forcing him to move up to make room for you. You give another slap to his cheek, more gentle this time, enjoying the way the soft red shows from behind the pink lace.

“Shut up and be a good toy for daddy.” He wants to moan at the authority in your voice. Never did he think he would be into wearing lingerie, taking a strap, and calling someone else daddy. All these new things were sending his heart and cock into overdrive. He could feel his precum leaking out of himself and onto the bed.

You pull the fabric away from his ass and slide the strap in between his cheeks, the lube helping it glide smoothly. You could hear him mewling quietly, trying to subtly grind his ass back on you. You position the tip of the strap at his entrance and you feel him tense up.

“Safe word is ‘treasure’ okay?” You say softly and run a hand down his back. He nods and you grab both cheeks in your hands, using them as leverage as you slowly push yourself into him. He cries out a bit and fists at the sheets, head dropping the more you slid the strap deeper into his ass. You ‘shh’ him tenderly, whispering for him to let his body relax. You pause to let him adjust to the foreign feeling.

“Are you okay, love?” You place a hand on his shoulder and massage him.

“Mhm, just give me a sec.” You nod even though he can’t see you, still squeezing his shoulder. He releases a breath and tells you to keep going. You place both hands back on his cheeks and continue to push yourself, hearing him sigh in content when you bottom out. Giving him a couple of more moments to get used to it, you leaned forward and placed a kiss on his back. He chuckles and tells you to move.

Your movements are slow at first but it doesn’t take you long to speed up, the sound of your hips slapping against him causing him to whimper into the air. You find your rhythm quickly and soon you have him burying his head into the mattress, desperately grasping anything he could reach. You move your hands to his waist and tighten your hold.

“Fuck baby, you’re fucking me so good.” He cries into the sheets. You smack his ass again, harsh like the first time you did it.

“That’s not my name, whore.” You slow your movements and you could see the urgency in his eyes when he twists his head to look at you.

“Please...fuck me, daddy.” Without saying a word you resume, going into your rough pace immediately. You could see that he was struggling to keep his moans at bay, but you wanted to hear him, wanted to hear how good you were making him feel. You continue to fuck him, the power in your thrusts increasing each passing second. He drops the upper half of his body onto the bed and turns his head to the side. You could see him clenching his teeth, nose scrunched up in pleasure, sweat shining on his forehead.

“You’re such a good little whore for daddy. You like the way I fuck you? The way your ass takes this cock?” Your words had his insides on fire, his body aching for release. You wanted him to cum, wanted to see him come undone by you.

“Moan for me, darling. Moan for daddy.” You reach to his front with one hand and wrap it around his cock, matching your rhythm to the one of your hips. At that, he couldn’t take it anymore, a loud moan escaping his lips once he felt you start to jerk him off. He wasn’t going to last any longer.

“F-fuck-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum baby. Please don’t stop! Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—!” You squeeze his cock and with a few more thrusts, he finishes, white ropes spilling over your fingers and onto the bed sheets. You slow your movements and take your hand off him, his shudders telling you that he was overstimulated. When you stop completely you pull out of him, using your clean hand to take the strap-on off. You tossed it to the side as he collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. You went to your bathroom and returned moments later with a wet rag. You cleaned your hand in the bathroom and went to take care of him, the damp cloth feeling soothing against his hot skin.

You laid next to him on your back, staring at his fucked out expression. His eyes were closed and he was still panting, but not as hard as earlier. He opens his eyes softly, giving you a small smile.

“That was...wow.” He laughed and you joined in, feeling flutters in your chest.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You turned on your side and rubbed your hand up and down his back. The silence that followed was comforting.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” He murmurs into the sheets, but you shook your head and smiled, saying that it was alright.

“I didn’t think you were into that, sweetheart. Makes me wonder what kind of other stuff you like.” He teased you and scooted close, puckering his lips for a kiss. You chuckled and met him halfway, sighing in content when your lips met.

“Let’s save that for another time, yeah? Next time you get to introduce something.” His eyes sparkle with mischief and he gives you a coy smile.

“Hope you’re ready then, daddy.”

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ facetime ⠀ 〳 ⠀ t.ino ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) takuma ino misses your adorable little face & your even more adorable moans.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy describe, her/she pronouns, black coded reader, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, phone sex, feminine pet names, mentions of cum, mentions of spit, spit usage, told in third pov cause it's through ino's eyes, established relationship (reader and ino are dating), ino probably have about three simps and i'm all three tbh, reader is a college student, ino is away for a mission, wc: 2.1k, minors dni !

THE MOONLIGHT SHINED THROUGH THE CREAM-COLORED HOTEL CURTAINS. The sound of the hotel room's air conditioner hummed alongside the nude-colored walls as the only form of light that illuminated the room was from Ino's cellphone. His black shaded hair fell into his face as he was texting on his cellphone. He immediately updated Kiyotaka Ijichi on the mission, admitting that he'll be returning to Tokyo at tomorrow noon. He couldn't wait to return home.

Specifically, he couldn't wait to go home to his girlfriend who loved complaining about him coming to her home bruised and battered after an eventful mission of fighting curses. His brown-colored eyes traveled the miniature alarm clock on the hotel's nightstand before going back to his phone. "She's probably sleeping," He uttered to himself.

But that didn't stop him from sending the notorious text that always leads to something devious.

You Up?

When he heard the familiar sound of his message going through, he waited to see if she would read it. Which she did immediately. He felt his lips curl into a smile seeing the text bubbles pop up indicating that she was typing. Similar to a dog getting a big fat treat, Ino's face lit up seeing her text message. He hated to admit that the young woman made him go weak on the knees on some days. He hated to admit just how love-sick he was when his stomach would form the most hideous knots thinking about her when he was out putting his life on the line. The bone-chilling feeling of possibly not making it back to her always was a thought Ino was forced to push out of his head countless times. Even when he had gotten a small cut or bruise, he still hated the look of worry that decorated her face when she saw him.

His thoughts were briefly interjected by the ringing of his phone. Her contact photo of her smiling right back at Ino flashed on the screen. He assumed that she must have missed him just as much as he missed her. When he let the pad of his thumb press the green-colored accept button on his phone screen, his face lit up in the darkness seeing that beautiful smile on her face. Even though her lights were dimmed a bit in her room, he still could see that smile that made him fall for her.

"What are you still doing up so late?" Don't you have class in the morning?" Ino jokingly questioned, his eyebrows knitted together in a playful look of confusion.

"My class isn't until noon, so I'll be okay. I just wanted to make sure my boyfriend is okay since he's out slaying curses and whatnot," She sighed.

"Y/N, I'm good. I'll be back in Tokyo before your noon class ends. Unless..." His voice trails off and Y/N finished his sentence.

"You're assigned another mission, I understand." Y/N sighed again as Ino watch her sink even further into the pink-colored stuffed animal he won her on their second date. "I just miss you so much." Her voice alludes to a cute whine that causes Ino to smile a little.

"I miss you so much too."

"How much? She questioned. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she waited for an answer to her question.

Ino found himself leaning over to turn on the lap that was on the nightstand so she could get a better look at him other than his ominous shadow in the darkness. He watched as her face lit up now being able to look at his face. From the way, his dark-colored hair fell to partially cover the scar that decorated his forehead to the way that you could clearly tell he was exhausted but was fighting his sleep just to see his pretty girl face.

"I don't want to keep you up. You look so tired," Y/N pointed out.

Once the word tired tumbled off her tongue with worry, Ino let out a yawn. His hands went up to rub at his eyes before speaking, "I'm good. I'm not hanging up until you tell me to."

"Good because I really been thinking about you a lot, if you get the drift," Y/N says.

Ino's eyebrows raised in curiosity. He let his tongue glide across his lips before his mind went to catch Y/N's drift. His cheeks instantly stained a crimson color as he gave his girlfriend a foolish grin. A grin she's seen one too many times. A grin that causes her to playfully push him away when his callous curse fighting hands would grope at her ass when they're out in public. The same grin he gave her before waltzing his way into the mall dressing room with her.

"You have an early morning probably, I don't want to keep you up," Y/N huff as Ino now noticed that she was leaning against the headboard of her bed now.

"I told you, I'm good," Ino uttered as he looked at her. His eyes darted from her face to her hardened nipples that poked out of the thin white-colored tank top she wore back to her face. "What you have in mind?" He questioned.

"You know what I have in mind Ino." She whines. She slides down her headboard in a dramatic manner before speaking once again, "I was going to send you some pictures, but I'm needy. I miss your touch and your dick."

Ino chuckled at her statement. His fingers comb through his dark-shaded locks before looking at the hotel nightstand clock. He was sure this would help him fall asleep faster, plus he did miss the sound of soft moans in his ear. "Fuck it." He uttered as he sat up in his bed.

He mimic the way Y/N was, placing his back on the headboard. "Let's do it," He says gaining the cutest giggle from Y/N.

"Okay, but I went to a store with one of my friends and brought something."

Ino's eyebrows raised at her words. Although he knew what his girlfriend was alluding to—he still couldn't wait to see what she would bring to the steamy FaceTime call. During her absence, Ino's tugging down the pajama pants he wore. The alluring thought of having phone sex already caused his dick to twitch in anticipation. As he held his iPhone, his hand traced alongside his toned abs before palming himself through the fabric of his boxers.

"You're ready Ino?" Y/N questioned. "I'm going to call you off my MacBook, 'kay?"

"Yes," Ino said could hear the phone hang up before he could see her calling back. He answered the call with quickness and his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store when he saw the view.

The only view of his girlfriend's cute pink-colored panties that covered her pussy he's been balls deep in too many times. If Ino could look closer, he could see the faint dampness in between her legs that imprinted her panties. He could see the vibrating wand that matched her panties and that caused him to chuckle. "Could you hear me okay?" He asked.

"Mhmm," Y/N answered before she's tugging off the tank top she was wearing revealing her bare chest.

At that moment, Ino was kicking the thin sheets that covered his lower half. His body instantly grew hot at the sight of his girlfriend. His cock aching to be touched and he wished it was her touching him. His teeth grazed at his lower lip before he's speaking once again, "Go ahead and give me a show pretty girl."

He heard her chuckle. "And how do you want me to give you a show, Ino?" She asked.

His eyes looked at the pastel pink wand in her hand on the phone and she could only playfully roll her eyes. However, the curious glint in Ino's eyes caused her panties to be soaked.

The next minutes consisted of Y/N's placing the wand against her bare folds. Her legs quivered feeling the vibration in between her thighs and Ino felt like he was on a cloud despite being miles away from her. He was so enthusiastic to please himself, but first, he had to make sure Y/N felt the same way. He needed her to feel as hot as he was in the hotel room.

"How you're feeling baby?" He asked as he watched her move the wand in a circular motion.

"Much better if you were here," Y/N says through subtle moans.

Ino could see her hands shaking just a bit due to the intoxicating feeling that was placed on her clit. "Just imagine, I am there." He says.

Y/N has never heard Ino's voice leak with so much sex appeal. Perhaps it was the heat of the moment. She let her body relax in her queen size bed and her eyes shift closer. Her grasp on the wand seem to grow tighter as Ino's voice echoed out of her laptop speakers. If she thought hard enough, she could imagine that it was Ino holding the vibrating toy against her clit.

"Just me in between your thighs eating you out just the way you like it," Ino said. "You always tend to run away from me when I'm down there, but I always pull you right back to my face. Or the fact that you always tug at my hair when you're about to cum, thinkin' I don't want you to cum all over fuckin' face."

"Fuck." Y/N breathed out while she could feel her orgasm coming bit by bit.

Ino would sneer at the sight he was seeing and instantly flipped his camera so that Y/N could see the lower half of his body. His hands now tugging down his boxers freeing himself from the growingly tight space. His cock slapped at his stomach and oozed with precum from the thought of his pretty girlfriend. He brought his hand that wasn't holding his phone up to his mouth. Pooling all the saliva he could and spitting it in his hand. His free hand palmed his cock starting from his pink mushroom-shaped tip to his girthy shaft.

Y/N's mind seemed to be doing mental backflips at the sight of Ino's cock. The woman has seen many men dicks in previous relationships, but nothing could beat Ino's. A very persistent grower when it was time to please her. He kept it trimmed and neat, but not exactly clean-shaven. Gosh, she couldn't forget it seemingly having a curve to the left.

"Fuck—Y/N. I missed you so much," Ino moaned out as he was letting his hand guide up and down his cock. He was trying so hard to attempt to mimic the exact type of grip Y/N would have if she was giving him a handjob.

Y/N gasped out Ino's name repeatedly as if it was a scripture. Her mind felt like a bottle of shaken-up soda. Her body was getting dragged closer and closer to the edge. The two of them have shared countless times like this before due to Ino's sorcerer work, but tonight was a bit different. The pornographic sound of Ino beating his dick and the sound of Y/N's moans was enough for Ino to gain a noise complaint from whoever occupied the hotel room next to him, but he could care less. He needed to watch his girl cum.

"Fuck." Ino uttered as his hand guided up and down the shaft of his cock. "I'm going to cum, let's cum together baby girl."

Y/N couldn't even focus with the way her toes were curling in anticipation to cum another time. Her moans that called out Ino's name as the pastel pink wand was pressed against her clit, "Okay." She moaned out.

In a matter of seconds, Ino was a grunting mess as he could feel his body heat up. The sheer thought of imagining Y/N's hands around his cock caused the sorcerer to go feral. When he felt the thick ropes of cum splatter out, his head fell back in complete bliss. His breathy grunts bounced off the walls as he glanced down at the mess he made. His face drained of its color and the only noticble color that stained his face was the shade of red from the desirable pleasure he formally was experiencing.

The couple came down from the small moment of being on cloud nine due to them cumming together and the only thing that was heard between the two were the breathless pants.

"When you come back, just come to my place." Y/N would say.

Ino would get out of bed, instantly going to the bathroom to shower (again). He could hear Y/N shuffling around her room, most likely doing the same thing he was about to do. "What about class?"

"I can always get a doctor's note and I would rather you be the one to make me cum and not a vibrator." was the last words Ino heard from Y/N before he heard the sound indicating that the FaceTime call ended.

"Gosh, I fuckin' love her." Ino uttered to himself.

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