#ino smut

[nanaslutt]

when they ask for nudes and you send an unsuggestive pic

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestive, crack, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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[chososdiscordkitten]

Synopsis: calling the jjk men good boy's for the first time ^-^

Includes: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐨 >_< Content: GN!Reader, no explicit smut- mostly just soft stuffff, just one dick jump I think..? jjk men being simpppps

MDNI

Choso Kamo

The discovery that Choso liked praise was no surprise. If he had a tail, it would wag whenever you praised him; we know this. 

But finding out he liked this kind of praise- that’s what shocked you. 

It came out of your mouth so quickly. As though you had been calling Choso that more than you called him by his name. 

He was making dinner- pattering around the kitchen with your eyes following his every move. You found it endearing how he insisted he would cook, “All you need to do is sit pretty and wait.” he would demand. 

No objections coming from you, knowing if Choso didn’t cook- you would be eating takeout instead. 

And when he offered you a spoonful to see how it was tasting, you closed your eyes with a pleased hum. 

“Now there’s my good boy.” 

You swore it was instinct- like you couldn’t filter the words that left your lips. 

And as though time stood still- you opened your eyes with pinched brows, and your lips pulled to the side. 

The little glimmer that shined in his eyes was one you only see in wonderfilled children when they see a candy store. 

His cheeks blushed with a little smile forming at the corner of his lips, had his heart beat any faster in his chest you would have heard it. 

“I’m a..?” he whispered, looking at you and wanting to hear you repeat it. 

You got the hint he liked it from the moment you opened your eyes. Blinking innocently as his hand held the spoon tightly. “A good boy.” you smiled, trying to keep the embarrassed blush heating your cheeks at bay. 

“My good boy.” you reiterated, watching his cheeks become deeper pink.

Choso nodded- as though this was some standard compliment that didn’t make the appendage between his legs jump at the name. 

‘A good boy.’ he mouthed with a giddy smile as he continued making dinner. 

For sure this only drove him to keep showing his affection with acts of service- only to hear your lips call him by that little name. 

And you were happy to call him that if it meant he would keep looking at you with the same love drunk eyes. 

After that, he would do a favor to you- not expecting anything in return except the new found pet name he wanted to hear you say. 

So when he would bring you something you had asked for—the TV remote, a charger, or a snack on his way home—his heart would pound just waiting for the little name. 

His head would rest on your chest with your hands rubbing small circles on his back and the other playing with his hair. Intent eyes watching the film you had put on- as though you were able to feel the stiffness of his shoulders. Waiting for the name. 

You placed a kiss on his forehead, “My good boy.” you hummed against his skin- feeling him ease into your grasp with a soft exhale. 

Hiromi Higuruma

You were sitting in the apartment office, scanning documents with hazy eyes till your mouth suddenly felt very- very dry.

But then you remembered you had a perfectly able boyfriend sitting on the living room couches waiting for you to finish working. 

You picked up your phone- swiping through the useless apps and clicking on Hiromi’s contact- hearing his ringtone through the closed door before hearing the dial click. 

Taking on a slightly stern tone, “I’m only a few feet away from you-” he started, only for you to sigh dramatically. 

“I don’t think i've ever been so thirsty in my wholllleee life.” you sighed, pressing your forehead onto the desk and hearing a little chuckle rumble through the speaker. 

You could hear the smile in his words, “That so?” almost sarcastically. 

Humming a lazy ‘Mhm’ “How I wish I had a tall, strong, handsome boyfriend to bring me a glass of water wiiiittthhhh three- no. Four ice cubes.” You exhaled dramatically. 

Hearing another little chuckle, “If only.” he muttered, playing coy to your specific demand. 

You gave a frustrated exhale- “Hiromi, be a good boy and bring me a glass of water.” this time more demanding, no longer having the patience for his game of playing coy.

You furrowed your eyebrows- unable to comprehend just how tired you had to be to say that to him. The silence heard from the phone made your stomach fall. 

Hanging up the phone with a small curse. Wondering if you had crossed a line that hadn’t been drawn by either of you. 

You sat up and started working again- far too embarrassed to go out for your own glass of water and settling on the fact Higuruma wouldn’t bring you one. 

That was till you heard looming footsteps behind the door of the office, hearing the door knob jiggle and widening your eyes at the hundreds of scenarios that raced in your mind. 

There Hiromi stepped- casual as ever with a glass of water in his hand. Unbothered, and cool as a cucumber as he placed the glass on the desk with a little kiss on your forehead. 

This made you think the call was cut out at the perfect moment. 

You muttered a small ‘Thank you.’ still shy from the tired, unfiltered words that left your lips. Hiromi started walking out, his back facing you as he halted his steps at the door frame. 

“Honey?” he asked, not even bothering to turn around. “Did you call me a good boy?” Your heart plummeted to your stomach from the question as your cheeks started warming. 

You parted your lips to speak, watching his neck turn and peer back at you. “Depends..?” you squint your eyes, hearing a little laugh leave his lips. 

Irking his head, almost to urge you to finish. “On whether you liked it or not...?” you whispered, looking at his expression soften. 

His nose crinkled in the slightest- “I think I did.” he whispered back with a little crinkle formed on his nose. A nod from your warmed face in return, mindlessly accepting his confirmation and mouthing a soundless ‘ok.’ 

Turning around and taking a step out of the office and closing the door behind him. Knowing he would have to hear it a few more times to be sure he liked it or not. 

Naoya Zenin

Rare were the times when the want to call Naoya a good boy arose. 

He could be such a cunt sometimes- so the urge never really rumbled in your mind. 

But when he would be sweet- when his hands held a gentle touch when cleaning a scrape you got on your knee. Or when he would gently clasp your necklace on for you- knowing you wouldn’t be able to see. 

He would do those sweet things with a furrowed brow and a pouty lip- sure. But his hands showed his true feelings. How gentle they could be at times- that’s when the pet name would threaten to leave your lips. 

But when you would hold his head in your hands, looking at him like an idiot in love- “My good boy.” you murmered, watching a light grimace form on his face at the name.

“Good boy?” he asked, almost disgusted. 

You nodded your head- so sure that Naoya was as you said. “You’ve never called me that.” 

He was so used to the strange pet names you would call him just to get a rise out of him- and he was sure this one was no different. 

You shrugged, “You’re hardly ever a good boy. But when you are- I should tell you, shouldn’t I?” You murmured, being able to feel the warmth on his cheeks fill your palms- even if his expression said otherwise. 

“M’not a dog.” he muttered. 

“If you were- I would have trained you to be a good boy all the time by now.” 

That’s when Naoya pulled his face from your hands and looked away from you. Not wanting to continue the conversation, knowing his cheeks must be flushed by now. 

And the last thing he wanted was you on a power trip from making him blush. Especially from being called a good boy.

But when you started calling him that—Pavloving himself into thinking the little endorphins that would simmer in his brain would only happen if you called him that. And you only called him that when he was kind.

Naoya warmed to the name slowly- barely even grimacing at the callousness you’d say it with whenever he would be sweet. 

Unknowingly, he was being trained to be nice and polite with one ‘good boy’ at a time. 

Satoru Gojo

The times you would praise Gojo were always met with an, “I know.” smug and cocky in his actions to brush off your praise as just compliments. 

But the first time you ever spoke those words to him- a praise he had never heard before now, and eager to hear it again. 

Satoru had made a stupid comment about how you didn’t show your affections enough- “I’m deprived of kisses.” he murmured, complaining to you as though you didn’t spoil him rotten with your affections. 

And in retaliation, you denied him any kisses or hugs. Show him what deprivation really was. 

You were washing dishes, with a whiney Satoru behind you, his hands wrapped around your waist with his chin on your shoulder. “This has to be considered abuse!” another complaint as you denied his advances. 

“You said I was cold and negligent, so I’m showing you how cold and negligent I can be.” You smiled to yourself, turning off the faucet and drying your hands on a nearby towel. 

Hearing a stifled whine of desperation huff from his nose at your denial. “Jus’ gimme one kiss-” aiming his lips at your cheek only for you to pull away. 

Turning over to look at him- faces inches apart with his hands daring to tighten their grip on your waist. Tilting your head to the side with a snide smile. “Only good boys who don’t complain get kisses.” 

From how close he was- you could see the glimmer in his eyes become blinding at the pet name. 

His features going soft with parted lips- “I’m good-” he choked out, looking at you with goal-oriented eyes. “I’m soooo good-” he muttered, bordering on panicked from the idea that you didn’t think he was. 

Gojo’s hands gripped harshly at your hips. “Have you been a good boy?” you asked, almost sarcastically—as though you were speaking to a puppy. 

He nodded- eager to hear the new compliment leave your lips. Only you nodded ‘no.’

“I don’t think you have ‘toru.” you hummed, his lips coming closer to yours with a sad pout. As though the idea of him being good in your mind was the most important thing he needed to hear. 

He only placed his forehead onto the crook of your neck with a sad puff, your hand going up to his undercut, softly stroking the back of his neck in some feigned consoling. “Tell me i’ve been good.” he muttered quietly.

So spoiled from you caving with a little pout here or there. Practically putty in your hands as your other hand caressed the side of his face. 

Rolling your eyes with a playful sigh, “You’ve been good.” with a half-assed tone, only for Satoru to look at you with sad eyes. Expecting more than what you offered. 

Pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead and pulling away, “You’re a good boy.” you murmured, watching the light return to his eyes in sync with the little smile on his lips. 

Blinking rapidly as though he was trying to blind you, “My good boy.” and that’s when he got his fill for affection for the next few minutes. 

Then came the task of having to call him that whenever he wanted to hear it- looking at him with a displeased look, knowing you’ve created a monster that thrives on that special kind of praise only you could offer. 

Kento Nanami

We can all agree- Nanami is the one who deserves to be told he’s a good boy the most, right?

There were times when the urge blossomed in your mind- at the tip of your tongue and so close to calling him that pet name. But you never did. 

That was, until you got the guts to test the waters. 

Laying on your back, a few minutes before bed and unwinding while on your phone, and beside you; a hazy Kento that was waiting for you to turn off your side table lamp. Always waiting for you to get ready for bed before allowing himself to fall asleep. 

You let out a soft sigh before turning off your phone. Rolling onto your side with Nanami watching you from the side of his vision. Only this time you didn't reach for the little nob to turn your lamp off. 

You only stayed on your side with a pensive hum leaving your lips. “Scratch my back Ken,” you muttered, clearly tired with your eyes closed. 

Though you couldn’t see it- or hear it, you knew he had a little smile on his face as he shifted onto your side of the bed. A little shiver ran up your spine when his fingertips grazed the small of your back as he reached beneath your shirt. 

A satisfied sigh left your lips when his barely present nails started circling small scratches between your shoulder blades, your cheeks tingling from the words you dared say. “Such a good boy.” with a little smile on your lips, Nanami couldn’t see. 

Nanami didn’t fully process your mumbled words, only offering a hum in response as he kept up the gentle scratches. 

But when his brain started thinking about what you said- thinking if he misheard you. Slowing his hand with furrowed eyebrows, “Did you call me a-” he hesitated in what he thought he heard. 

“A ‘good boy’..?” bordering on a whisper from the nerves of being incorrect. 

Only the little ‘Mhm!’ that left your lips swatted those nerves away. “You’re such a good boy- always so nice to me.” you hummed, closing your eyes against the pillow with his hand still acting on your demand.

A pensive hum left his lips before slowly dragging his hand out of your shirt. You opened your eyes in dread, thinking he didn’t like it- only to hear him plop on his side of the bed with a throaty exhale. 

“Then be good and scratch my back.” he murmured, clearly too tired to process what he had just demanded- and the tone he used opened a whole other can of worms. But seeing as it was only fair- you did the same. 

Toji Zenin

He had been bugging you to finish your work for a while. Poking and prodding at you to stop working and pay attention to the film he put on to distract you. 

Toji had this thing where he pretended not to care- but you could see that it bothered him with every little side eye he made at you when you would stop typing for even a second. Hoping you were looking up at the TV instead of the screen on your lap. 

But every side eye he would make, Toji would find you still working. 

Going as far as nudging you with his elbow to mutter some bullshit lie he thought up on the spot. 

“M’hungry.” he muttered when you would look over at him. 

“Then eat.”

Only a few minutes of an action movie fight before another useless lure for conversation left his lips. 

“S’cold in here.” trying to bait any conversation he could think of. 

You scoffed, knowing exactly what game he was trying to play. “Get a blanket,” he quickly said, not even wanting to lose your train of thought. 

Then another, and another, and another. Till he finally spilled what he really wanted- “You don’t wanna go lay down or somethin-” with a pouty lip and furrowed eyebrows. You sighed and looked over at him.

“Or something?” sarcasm filled your tone as you looked back at the screen. 

Toji rolled his eyes with an exhale- another sassy trait he had learned from you. 

He parted his lips with an inhale. 

“Good boys wait politely, Toji.” you spat- pinched eyebrows and an avoidant gaze as he looked over to you. 

“When have I ever been polite.” he murmured- barely audible and in an annoyed tone. 

“When have you ever been a good boy?” you retorted, surprised he didn’t catch it the first time. 

He only let out a slight hum at your declaration. 

Toji didn’t really bring it up after that- and neither did you. As though the words hadn't processed in his brain till a week later. 

Looking at you across a metal table at an outdoor cafe- “Did you call me a good boy the other day?” almost with a little grimace on his expression. 

You pursed your lips- making Toji think you were going to deny it. 

“No. I said you’re never a good boy.” 

He only raised a brow at your proclamation- sucking his teeth with an inhale, “That’s not true- and you know it.” dismissing your words before taking a bite of the half sandwich you bought to share. 

Takuma Ino

One of the sweetest boys I can imagine. 

Always would he try to be as gentlemanly as he could- reminding himself that when it came to you, he would bend over backward had you asked. 

But there would be times when it would slip his mind entirely. 

Going shopping with him turned from just a quick pit stop- to an hour, then two hours. 

While ordering boba in line, your hands held shopping bags on each side. Ordering your own drink before Ino ordered his. 

He always found it offensive when you would even think of reaching for your wallet- so he would scoff infront of the cashier before tapping the chip of his card onto the little black screen. 

“How am I supposed to pay you back?” you muttered through clenched teeth, taking a few steps to the little wait area as they prepared the bubble drinks. 

He muttered something like ‘You don’t have to pay me back, what else am I here for.’ brushing you off with a little scoff. 

Ino didn't even notice the bags in your hands- his brain fried from how long you had been in the overcrowded mall. He only noticed when you moved the bags to one hand and shifted your stance slightly.

He looked over at you with a soft exhale- reaching for the bags, “Baby, don't tell me you don't have a ssssuuuuper strong boyfriend to hold these for you.” taking them from your hands and watching your expression soften. 

“What kinda boyfriend would let you walk around holding your own bags-” he scoffed, jokingly making fun of himself as you smiled warmly at him. 

Be it the general brain splitting headache you felt at that moment- or the heartmelting warmth you felt looking at him, “You're such a good boy.” you muttered- bordering on an illegable whisper, but Ino heard it. 

His eyes widened in the slightest and parted his lips at the name. “Me?” Ino whispered back, you only nodded ‘yes’ with tired eyes. Leaning in a little to you ear- too cautious for anyone to hear. “A good boy?” he whispered again. Watching the little smile on your lips widen with eager eyes. 

“The goodest boy.” you whispered with a smug tone- knowing he liked being praised in general. You knew he would like the little name. 

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(a.n) does this count as smut? kinda a grey area me thinks. Didn't know how to tag it. (p.s) im so hungry rn and need to go spend wayyyy too much money on tile :(

[daisynik7]

“I’m going to crush No Nut November,” Ino announces proudly during dinner at your favorite Korean BBQ restaurant. It’s the first of the month and it’s also the first time you’re hearing about this. 

You raise a brow at him, smirking, flipping over the short ribs on the grill. “Since when do you practice No Nut November?”

“Starting today,” he answers confidently, placing a few pieces of rice paper on your plate. “We’ve been going at it too much. I get hard just thinking about you. It’s time to establish some willpower.”

Your smile widens, amused by this sudden proclamation. A piece of meat hangs at the end of your chopsticks when you say, “Okay. Well, as always, I’ll support you.”

Before you can bring it to your lips, Ino pokes his chopsticks at you, giving you a stern look. “Be serious about this babe! If you’re going to support me, that means you have to promise not to tempt me! No teasing!”

You fake a gasp. “Me?! I’m a good girl. I would never do such a thing!”

He shuts his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing. “See, this is what I’m talking about! You can’t just say you’re a good girl and not expect me to think of things.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Okay fine, no teasing, no tempting, no nothing. I wish you good luck, Taku.”

And good luck is definitely what Ino needs. 

Even without you provoking him in any way, your boyfriend manages to find every mundane thing you do to be somewhat erotic. At breakfast the next day, he stares at you with his tongue out, watching you eat a banana, claiming that the way your lips wrap around it is way too familiar to something else you do expertly. At night, he ogles you in your leggings as you bend over to pick up your phone that dropped to the floor, complaining about how good your butt always looks, especially in a compromising position like this. While you sleep, you actively avoid cuddling as to not “tempt” him into something further, but even with you rolled all the way to the other side of the bed, you hear him mutter to himself, “Pickled onions. Grandma’s dirty underwear. Pickled eggs. C’mon, go down, go down.”

Three days into November, Takuma gives up. He ambushes you as you’re brushing your teeth in the bathroom, his hands firm at your hips, his clothed erection pressed between your ass cheeks tight against your pajama bottoms. His mouth is hot on your ear. “Okay. I give up, sweetie. I’m weak. I’m so fucking weak for you.”

You spit the remainder of your toothpaste out into the sink, rinsing your mouth with water, some of it dripping down your chin. You grin at him through the reflection, sticking your ass out to grind on his hard cock. He moans, shuddering from your touch, already too far gone to go back. “Good boy. I knew you’d finally come around.”

[seraphdreams]

robber!ino takuma — thirst.

— smut, noncon, thievery. unedited

it had been just another peaceful night for ino, strolling down some rich suburban neighborhood at the kick-off of midnight, searching for a pretty home with lots of valuable junk that he’d be able to make another wad of cash from. it was how he made his source of income, and he was quite enthusiastic about it.

time hadn’t passed much when he came to the sight of your home, the lights were off, and it felt as though no one was home — vacationing, maybe. he pulled his balaclava down over his face, picking out a pair of make-shift universal keys to pick at the lock of your front door. the knob jingled once, twice, and then thrice before it clicked, signally it’s openance.

“damn.” he whispered under his breath as he treaded carefully into your home — or as carefully as the combat boots he wore allowed for. he couldn’t exactly piece together the feeling he felt sneaking around your living room then to your kitchen. you were one expensive bitch, you lived in a thief’s wildest fantasies.

meticulously, he made his way up the stairs, searching for any other rooms to swipe from — he reached your bedroom quite hastily, swinging the door open only to be met with your body under a thin blanket, dreaming away. had his mind been in a stable state, he would’ve left quickly, took a few personal items and made his leave , yet the sight of you, so innocently sleeping as if there were no dangers around spurred him on. you were pretty, and he’s regret it for life if he didn’t make his move.

he kicked off his shoes, inching closer to your bed. he pulled up his balaclava so that it sat like a beanie atop his head, giving him a less obstructed view of you while he diligently removed your covers.

holy fuck.

you were sleeping in a simple satin nightgown that bunched up at your waist. takuma was gentle in pulling your panties down. your folds glistened beautifully under the moonlight, it was clear as day that you’d been dreaming of something special.

his cock ached in its confines. he knew that he needed you now. taking the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, he worked quickly to undo the zipper of his pants, setting his cock free. he was thick, leaked a heavy amount. wasting no time, he aligned his cock between your folds before slowly sinking in. he expected some sort of reaction from you, but was relieved when the rising and falling of your chest reminded him of your slumber. he starts up a slow pace before gradually speeding up.

you felt too good around him to keep himself contained. his brutal pace had your eyes flitting open, horror written on your seductively etched features. his hand was quick to cover your mouth, a friendly smile on his face contrasting to his actions.

“don’t be scared, pretty. just cum and i’ll be on my way.”

[marimogf-archived]

hiii can i request ino and no21 please? 🙏🏼 thank u <3

anon you're so real for this 🫣 i love ino sm, i have another draft for him <3

prompt: 21. sex tape

contains: EXPLICIT CONTENT (MINORS DNI), afab!reader, sex in front of a camera, reverse cowgirl position, cunnilingus, fingering, ino being the best bf ever :(, use of petnames (baby, babe, slut); wc: 893 words

as always, feedback and reblogs are appreciated, enjoy!! 💗

PLEASE READ MY DNI BEFORE INTERACTING!

"please, baby?"

takuma was basically on his knees, begging you. he would be gone for a week because of a big mission. you looked at him sternly, arms crossed.

“please let me film it, just this once,” he whined, “i don't know how i’ll survive this week otherwise.”

your eyes narrowed, focused on your boyfriend’s puppy dog eyes. you were unsure of his idea but at the same time, the premise of being filmed while fucking had you rubbing your thighs together.

“okay fine,” you stated, crossing your arms. "but not a word to anyone."

“yes, of course.” he straightened up into a salute and grinned.

that conversation was on the back of your mind while your boyfriend was between your thighs, slurping like a man starved. the tripod with the camera was right in front of you but you couldn't focus when takuma was bringing you to your second orgasm already.

as a second finger slid inside you, he looked up at your blissful expression and grinned.

“who would've thought my baby would be so turned on by being filmed?” he teased, his thick fingers pressing against the spongy spot in your walls.

you let out gasps and whines of pleasure, back arching as the knot in your stomach tightened.

“f-fuuuckkk, feels so good…”

the sounds that left your lips paired with the slick squelch of your pussy around his fingers made takuma grind against the mattress, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. there's nothing he loved more than eating you out and seeing you in pleasure. he could get off to your sound, your smell, your taste alone.

his lips found your clit as he kept abusing your cunt and you came almost immediately, gushing and twitching around his digits. tears burned in your eyes as you rode out your high. you looked completely fucked out, sweat bringing a light sheen to your hot skin.

his fingers slid out of you with a wet pop and he licked them clean as he watched you come down from your orgasm. takuma got up from the bed, pulling down his boxers. his dick slapped against his stomach, tip already red and leaking.

your hand reached towards him, giving him a few strokes that made his head loll back and a soft “fuck” leave his lips. he sat down against the headboard, pulling you on top of him. your back was toward him and you gripped his length, guiding it towards your leaking cunt.

you slowly sank down on takuma’s cock, the stretch delicious as always. a low groan was heard from behind you as his hands were gripping your hips. you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow. he bottomed out, dick twitching inside you as you gyrated your hips slowly to get used to his length. you leaned back, hands finding purchase on his abs.

the camera captured the glint of your arousal on his cock as you slowly lifted your hips before setting a leisure pace that wouldn't exhaust you too fast. one of your boyfriend’s hands slid up your body to fondle your breast, pinching your nipple between his calloused fingers.

“so good, baby, you feel so – ugh – fucking good. y’r pussy’s made for me,” he grunted, looking directly into the camera lens and smirking.

mewls left your lips as hips moved faster, the tip of his cock pressing against your g-spot. stars flashed behind your eyes as you lost yourself in the pleasure.

“gonna cum again, gonna – a-ah fuck!” you whimpered as you felt yourself clenching.

“show the camera how good you feel. come on, cum on my cock like a little slut, baby. doing so good f’me,” takuma moaned, sliding his hands between your thighs to rub your swollen clit.

your eyes screwed shut as his hips started drilling into you from below. paired with his circles on your clit, it took but seconds to come undone on his dick. an hoarse scream ripped through your throat, vocal chords tired from all the moaning.

takuma slowed his hips down, rolling them slowly into you to ride out your high.

“so good, 'kuma. y’feel so good,” you panted from above him. he grinned and leaned forward to kiss your shoulder blade tenderly. “yeah?”

you looked into the camera, squinting when you didn't see the little red lamp that would indicate that it was recording.

your hips were still moving languidly against his, his tip kissing your cervix deliciously.

“‘kuma, i think the camera isn't recording,” you whimpered as you lifted off of him, feeling suddenly empty. you leaned forward and checked the battery.

it was fucking empty. you had recorded maybe half of your endeavours.

he laughed and got up, slicked up cock hanging heavy between his legs as he pulled the camera off the tripod and started charging it. when he made sure that it was charging, he got back on the bed behind you, phone in hand.

takuma’s hand gripped your hip, pulling your swollen cunt against his hard shaft. your back arched against him, a small moan leaving your lips. you looked back at him as he smirked, turning on his camera and pressing the recording button. the camera captured the moment his cock slid into your swollen cunt and low moans leaving the both of you.

“guess we gotta do it all over again, no?”

a/n: i'm so sorry for not posting anything for like three weeks, covid as well as other things took a big toll on me. hopefully i'll be back in my groove soon!! i honestly can't say i'm super satisfied with this but oh well. thank you to @etherealxmaya for reading this over! tagging @jabamin to share my brainrot teehee <3

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[luc1-anna]

"I promise I'll fuck another baby into you" words falling if deaf ears, you were so zoned out with the way he fucked you, your legs wrapped around his waist. You had given birth a few years back, yet he was already talking about having another baby.

Your insides leeching onto his cock as he pounded into you, legs trapping him inside, making sure he didn't try to remove himself, especially after he made a promise like that. You loved the feeling of his sperm making it's way to your cervix, the warm liquid filling you inside.

"If you want me to of course" Trying to lighten the mood as he didn't get a response from you other than moans. His hands gripping onto your hips whilst you rested your back in the bed.

[toji-girl]

Jerking off ino infront a mirror 🙈

this is short as I have never written for Ino before and when I do write for a character for the first time it's short and simple to see how others like my characterization (I think I have the worst of it out of anyone on this website)

tags: fem reader+ explicit smut + handjob + lots of lube + teasing

Ino has a problem. He can never say no to you, not when you're so pretty and the way you speak to him is soft but edged with control all he can think about is trying not to drool when you look at him.

His eyes had a problem trying to focus when you talked. Did he look at your mouth or will you think he's thinking about you blowing him? If he looked into your eyes he was worried he'd come off a bit creepy.

So he decided it was best to stare at the space between your eyes instead, it didn't distract him with lewd thoughts that made it difficult for him to think about anything else but the conversation at hand.

And when you approached him with an idea you got from some late-night scrolling through social media he was more than eager to do so, the thought of it made him blush and moan out loud.

The next evening the bottle of lube lay in your head as you settled behind your boyfriend kissing his shoulders. "Such a pretty boy, relax and let me take care of you, honey." You told him gently with a coo.

When you spoke his body relaxed, but he couldn't help it when your hand touched his sides causing him to jerk away and gasp, his bare chest heaving as he stared at the mirror at the end of the bed.

You giggled and continued to lather his sensitive neck in kisses as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, your eyes meeting his in the reflection, the both of you were naked and so close you could feel the warmth of him transfer to you.

He felt smooth as you worked up the obscene amount of lube up and down his shaft, the wet shlick shlick roared in his ears as he leaned his head back against your shoulder succumbing to the pleasure you gave him, his abs tensing each time you squeezed under the tip.

The jellied lube made a mess of the sheets between his legs as you squirted some more watching his pretty cock glide between your curled fingers, the tip glistened under the light as he bucked his hips.

His moans were soft and airy as he curled his fingers into the blanket whimpering your name over and over falling deeper as he groaned. "Feel good? I love how you sound for me Ino, let me hear you."

That's all he needed to hear before he finally let go of the last bit of shyness letting his jaw go slack and eyes fluttered shut as he rolled his hips fucking your fist like a virgin who doesn't know they're about to cum for the first time. "Oh! Ngh!" He cried out splattering your hand in hot cum that landed on his abs as well while he panted.

"Looks like we need to clean up now." You told him with a grin as you moved to kneel in front of him licking up the ropes of his pearly white essence before helping him off the bed and into the shower.

[pseudowho]

The One Month Wait

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Contrary to popular opinion, he does nothing for you on Valentine's Day.

Granted, he thanks you for the beautiful chocolates you made him, the rose-petalled bath you run him. He feels his love coil deeply when you thread your fingers through his, dinner all but forgotten as he is nourished by your adoration instead.

He groans in appreciation when you roll your fingers into his sore shoulders, the oils fragrant and intoxicating...but as you swing your legs over him to straddle his lap, your kisses deeper and more dangerous than stormy seas, you are the most intoxicating thing in this room.

You are resplendent in the barely-there candlelight, unzipping him, unbuttoning him, undoing him, and he melts into the promise of your touch.

He lets you deconstruct him like this, piece by piece by mouth by lips by hands by the deepest parts of you, and he feels otherworldly, above and outside himself all at once, lost in your name and the haze of hedonistic pleasure. All at once, he gasps, moaning and twitching under you, reconstructed as something more than when you began.

He revels in this new self, stripped so gently of hubris, and dismay, and fear, and allows himself to believe you when you declare him worthy of your love. He glows in it, golden. He feels an odd twirl of competitiveness in his belly.

Tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you in to taste your lips once more, your lipstick still vibrant on his cheeks, neck and cock, he whispers against you, and you thrum with anticipation.

"I'll get you back for this, on White Day."

-- Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Ino, Higuruma, Kusakabe, Sukuna, Toji

White Day Multi-fic coming 14th March 🤍💌💋

[actuallysaiyan]

I'm Right In Between(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Ino Takuma)

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, power dynamics, male x male, teacher and student type relationships, oral sex(male receiving), snowballing/cum swapping, facials(not the spa kind) word count: 2.2k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Ino Takuma summary: you and Ino want to help Kento relax, and you get the brightest idea...it's also the naughtiest idea! a/n: this is for the haters :) go fuck yourselves

You and Ino have always had a friendly rivalry. You both were recruited to Jujutsu Tech at the same time, and you both showed promise quickly. Another thing you both had in common was that you valued anything Nanami-sama had to say. You both valued him greatly, knowing that he had the best experience and life lessons to pass down to both of you.

Another thing…you and Ino were both crushing on one another. Ino would find it much too hard to confess to you, and your own crush on your senpai would lead you to try and push your feelings for Ino away. Despite this, everyone talks about how you two would make such a great couple.

One day, Nanami and Ino return from a mission that you weren’t called upon. You watch as the two men you were deeply enamored with return in such rough shape. It hurts you to see Nanami work so hard, and you feel terrible about Ino trying his best to really impress your senpai. So you sneak away to the cafe nearby and retrieve some goodies to help pep up the two men.

You find Ino and Nanami in one of the staff rooms, and you gently knock on the door. Nanami’s voice welcomes you in, and you open the door. Ino’s eyes light up when he sees you, and Nanami isn’t dumb to notice such a reaction from his protege.

“I brought some lunch,” you say with a sweet smile. You place the tray of drinks and the bag of food on the table.

Ino is the first to reach over, and he opens the bag. Kindly, he passes Nanami the sandwich you ordered specifically for him. You take your seat between them, your smile radiating so much warmth for them. You all eat while chatting lightly, Ino re-enacting the mission in a very animated way. But you notice how Nanami looks so tired. He’s barely able to keep up with Ino’s energy.

“Thank you for the food, I have to go fill out the reports.” Nanami says as he gets up. You want to tug on his sleeve and tell him to stay, but you know he probably wouldn’t.

Nanami leaves and it’s soon just you and Ino. Ino smiles at you in a lovesick sort of way, and you giggle softly. You’ve always found him so cute, even when you were growing up. Now that you’re both adults, it feels so different with him as well. It’s different because your feelings have evolved into something even more.

“Hey Ino,” you say as you take a sip of your tea. “You think there’s something we could do for senpai? He’s so stressed all the time.”

Your heart is racing as you try to plant the seeds to your risque idea. It’s going to be naughty for sure, but you want to really show your senpai that he can relax. He can count on both you and Ino for anything, even when it comes to personal matters.

“That’s a great idea, cutie! What do you think we could do?”

Ino’s pet name for you makes you blush, and your cheeks turn even brighter as you begin to think about how you’re going to propose this naughty idea. Ino chuckles softly before he leans in closer to you, resting his chin on his hands. He winks in a flirty way, making you look away.

“Awhh, come on…you can tell me.” Ino is being so flirty.

You shake your head, “Ah…I don’t know.”

Ino laughs softly again, then he reaches out to poke you on the cheek. Ino makes a comment about how cute you are when you’re all flustered. You blush even more, but Ino doesn’t give you the chance to look away. He cups your cheek and pulls you even closer.

“Tell me, please. I want to help Nanami-san relax.”

Finally, you just blurt it all out. You can’t even hold it back any longer. You know you shouldn’t be suggesting something this sexy, but it’s just such a good idea to have Nanami-sama calm down. You wonder if it’s been a long time since he’s had any kind of sexual pleasure anyway.

“Y-you wanna what?” Ino asks, a little bewildered by this idea. His cock twitches in his pants just thinking about it,

“I want to uh…give him a blowjob.”

Ino is now so red in the face when you finally say it out loud again. He was sure you had said something else, but hearing you repeat it makes his cock jump in his pants. This would be so thrilling for everyone involved. He’s a little worried Nanami wouldn’t agree to it.

“First we come in with a bottle of sake, you know something to help him loosen up.”You begin explaining it to Ino.

Ino laughs, “You wanna get him drunk?”

You shake your head and look away embarrassed, “Just a little buzzed..”

Ino decides to throw caution to the wind and he decides he’s on board with your plan. He’d be an idiot if he said he wasn’t sexually attracted to Nanami. And then he would get the chance to be sexually active with you as well, so Ino counts this as the sexiest thing that could ever happen in his life.

He decides to leave campus to find the bottle of sake, and you head into Nanami’s office to keep him company. You’ll be stalling him from leaving the office just yet. You know you’re going to need a little time to get Nanami loosened up where he won’t be mad at this plan. It’s not like he’d deny that it would be good for him, but he would be worried that he could be abusing his power over you and Ino.

You knock on his door, and your heart wrenches when you see the tired eyes of your mentor looking up at you. You can see just how relieved he is that it’s you and not someone else. Namely Gojo-sensei. You offer Nanami a soft smile and he beckons you inside his office. You approach the desk.

“What is it, sweetheart?” His voice makes you so weak in the knees.

“Just checking up on you. You left us pretty quickly earlier.”

Nanami frowns at your words. It was true, he was itching to get these reports filled out and sent to the higher ups so that he could potentially leave early today. He had worked very hard today with Ino at his side, so he’s just feeling quite tired.

“No need to worry about me. I’m fine,”

You know you should believe him when he says this, but it still hurts. You can see how tense he is. He probably hasn’t had anyone doting on him in so long. It makes you worry. You know for a fact he doesn’t have a girlfriend nor a wife thanks to the information that Gojo-sensei was more than happy to supply to you.

“Can I show my appreciation to my wonderful mentor?” You ask, your voice so saccharine right now.

Kento chuckles, “And what did you have in mind?”

You come behind him and begin rubbing his shoulders. Kento melts into your sweet touch. You smell really good too, making him lean back into the chair even more. He sees that sweet smile that makes most of the men here on campus swoon for you. He’s not alone in finding you so attractive, but Kento was sure that you and Ino were a couple.

At that moment,. Ino knocks on the door. Nanami looks at you and you nod your head. Ino comes in and presents the bottle of sake. Now Nanami was starting to think this was some sort of plan. He’s touched that his two proteges were so willing to help him relax. 

“Nanami-sama! I brought us some sake. Shall we toast to our successful mission?” Ino asks, procuring some mugs from the coffee station in the teacher’s lounge.

Kento laughs again, “Just one toast. That’s it! We’re all still on the clock.”

But one toast turns into two, then three. By the fourth, Kento is feeling buzzed. He’s so buzzed he doesn’t notice that Ino has locked the door to his office. He barely realizes you getting on your knees. Once you begin unbuckling his belt, this is when Kento clues in.

“So this was your idea after all,” he surmises as you move forward with undressing him.

Ino smirks, “It was her idea. Isn’t she such a naughty little minx?”

You moan at the words of your partner. Then you begin unzipping Kento’s pants, wanting nothing more than to take his cock out. Ino is behind Kento now, rubbing his shoulders. You can’t help but be turned on when Ino and Kento share a kiss. You never thought this would be happening, but you are truly happy that your plan came to fruition.

“Woah…” you murmur the moment you pull Kento’s cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.

“Shit! You’re packing!” Ino makes this comment, making Kento smirk proudly.

Kento then reaches down to caress your cheek, and he rubs your lips with his thumb. You eagerly take it into your mouth, sucking on it to showcase just how good you’re about to make him feel when his cock slips between your plump lips. Ino watches in awe as you suck on your mentor’s thumb, his own cock growing in his pants.

You pull off the digit then you take Kento’s throbbing length in your hands. You slowly stroke him while keeping his gaze locked onto yours. Ino watches the two of you, growing a little envious of the situation. He then joins you on the ground, kneeling for his mentor as well.

The minute you wrap your lips around Kento’s cock, your mentor realizes he might never want to go without this treatment ever again. To have his two attractive subordinates treat him like this is just too much. He knew you two really loved him and admired him deeply, but he didn’t think it was to this degree.

“That’s a good girl,” Nanami praises you, placing a hand on the back of your head. He doesn’t push, just holds you.

Ino smirks, “She must be a good little cocksucker,”

Kento lets his head fall back in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed as you begin to take even more of him into your mouth. You bob your head a few times before pulling off. Then he feels you shuffling aside and another mouth is on his cock. This makes him twitch as he feels Ino stroking him and wrapping his lips around him.

“Oh fuck…Ino…”

Ino’s heart flutters as he hears this praise. He’s never done this with another man, but he knows he’d do it for his mentor anyday. It’s so thrilling and erotic to be sucking Nanami’s cock. Ino isn’t nearly as good as this as you are, but he makes up for his lack of experience with lots of eagerness. Kento’s moaning and grunting as Ino begins to bob his head up and down a little more now.

“Good boy, Ino.” You praise your partner, pressing a soft kiss to his temple before pulling his hair out of his face.

Kento grunts. “Yes, he certainly is a good boy.”

Ino looks up through his lashes, the praise really getting to him. With renewed confidence, he begins to take even more of the girthy dick of his mentor into his mouth. The minute the tip of Kento’s cock hits the back of his throat, Ino has to pull off to breathe. He’s sputtering a little, trying to regain his bearings.

“My turn again,”

With that, you wrap your lips around Kento’s cock again. His fingers bury themselves into your hair, tugging ever so slightly to guide you into the perfect pace. You’re a lot more experienced with this, suctioning around his cock in the best way. He feels his balls drawing up as his orgasm gets closer. 

“Whose mouth should I cum in?” Kento asks, a lustful look in his eyes.

“I’ve got an idea.”

You pull Ino closer, kissing him hungrily. Your mouths move together as your tongues rub together, then you look over at your mentor. Kento moves in closer, his cock rubbing against your tongue first then against Ino’s. You reach down to begin massaging Kento’s heavy balls, making the man above you moan even louder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He roars, the coil in his stomach tightening.

The first few spurts of cum hit your tongue and chin, then you pull Ino’s face a little closer and you watch as Kento gives Ino what you can only perceive as his first facial. Ino looks up at his mentor with so much love in his eyes, it just turns you on to see him like this.

You then cup Ino’s cheeks and pull him in for another kiss, this time you’re swapping spit and Kento’s cum. Kento watches as he tries to catch his breath, his heart still thumping wildly in his chest.

“Fuck…you two will wreck me.”

You giggle softly as you pull away from Ino. You then look up at your mentor and wink playfully.

“Not yet, old man. We haven’t even fucked yet!”

[calypsocolada]

PAPER RINGS | takuma

synopsis: takuma meets your parents, it goes better than expected. authors note: hi there. i was watching the proposal and this story came to me :] i really think jjk is for the girlies and gays with the amount of male characters that are literally too sexy. anyways pls enjoy this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!! does anyone else wanna help me track down gege? he's a fucking menace. cw: slightly suggestive, ANGST, shibuya mention, slight spoliers about nanami wc: 4.3k

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You glance over at the driver's seat, Takuma is bouncing his leg up and down, his hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white. He was nervous. You could tell it instantly. He was rigid, Takuma was never rigid, he was always relaxed. Your first few weeks of dating he was nervous around you and you could see those same mannerisms now. You reached over, turning the radio down a bit. It had been playing the same three Christmas songs on every channel. Takuma glanced over at you and gave you an anxious smile. So you reached over and laced your fingers with his free hand. 

“You survived Thanksgiving, Christmas will be fine.” You whispered, pressing your lips to the top of his hand. You nod his head. 

“I don’t think your Dad likes me,” He starts.

“Why would you think that?” You asked, leaning your head against the seat, inspecting Takuma’s side profile. He was distracting, his jawline and soft brown hair, his chestnut eyes that matched the soft tan sweater you got him. He looked good. Really really good. 

“I don’t know, I just feel like he doesn’t like me.”

“My father is very outspoken, Ino, he once told one of my ex’s that he was ‘fucking annoying’ right to his face.”

“Oh god.” Takuma breathes out. 

“My point is that if he didn’t like you, he would’ve said something to you already.” You say, reaching over to run your fingers through the ends of his hair. Takuma leans into your touch as he presses lightly on the break at a red light. 

“And your mom?”

“My mom,” you laugh. “She loves you.” 

Which is true. Your mom had pulled you aside during Thanksgiving to rave about Takuma. How he helped her in the kitchen and didn’t seem bothered the least bit when helping clean up. Takuma glances at you with a hopeful look in his eyes. 

“Really?” He asks as you nod your head. He bites his lip to keep from smiling too largely. You see his shoulders relax slightly and you roll your head back towards the passing trees. The heat blew from the vents to your cheeks, snow falling fresh and white from the dimmed sky. 

There were things you were keeping to yourself. Big changes you weren’t ready for. You wanted everything to go perfectly this weekend but in quiet moments of reflection you wondered who you wanted it to go perfectly for. Because once you said the things on your mind that just might be the end for you and Takuma. 

You and Takuma have been together for about three years now. You met in Shibuya on Halloween night. It was a crazy night that you didn’t like to remember much of. You’d been there for a Halloween party and next thing you know things were blowing up and people were dying. Takuma had appeared like some sort of superhero, he helped escort you to safety. That night you learned about things you never wanted to learn about. Such as the existence of curses, and that cute boy that you’d fall in love with worked to exterminate such curses. Some jobs he did were fine, minimum damage. But most jobs he’s barely make it out alive. Like the one in Shibuya. Takuma didn’t talk about that night at all, only meeting you. Everything else was an extremely sore subject for him. He had talked about a Nanami Kento at one point while somewhat drunk but the most you got out of him was that he looked up to him but then he got quiet. You assumed Nanami wasn’t around anymore, probably because of the curses they fought. 

That was something you could’ve gone your entire life without knowing because it irrevocably changed things. Life was scarier now. But on the other side of the coin you also met Takuma. 

You and your friends had gone to some stupid party, you remember it raining at one point, your freshly curled hair going flat. You stepped out of the party into the brisk cold air, rain hitting your hot skin, cooling you off. You let your head fall back against the brick wall behind you. You don’t even know why you came out tonight, it wasn’t less than an hour until your friends all found some boys to mess around with and leave you all on your own. You pulled the cold beer bottle up to your lips and downed what little you had left in it, tossing the glass bottle in the trash. It cracked loudly in the bin. You needed another drink. Or maybe you needed to call a taxi and get the fuck home already. You let your eyes fall closed, the bunny ears on your head sliding and almost falling off your head. You adjusted them and shivered slightly, the cold air finally getting to you. Then again what did you expect, wearing a flimsy corset and ripped tights, a cotton ball glued sideways on your ass. Something shifted down the alley, a few cans falling over. You turned at the sound. You were wary usually and dressed like this you shouldn’t have left the club alone. A growl erupted from about thirty feet down the alley. This had you turning and walking back towards the bar until something large stepped in your way, knocking you back on your ass. There was no explanation for what you were looking at. It was a monster, about nine feet tall, with grotesque features and a gaping mouth, its purple tongue lolling to the side. The scream that left your lips was part fear and confusion, part hoping someone slipped you some mushrooms or something because what you were looking at right now couldn’t have been real. The monster spoke then, in a garbled tone, something about its mother? Something about shopping? You couldn’t understand it before there was a burst and suddenly you were covered in purple goo. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s dead.” A comforting voice said, you hadn’t noticed you were still screaming. You took a staggering breath, wiping the goo from your face. A hand extended and you took it. The man in front of you steady you, looked you over for any wounds then slung his jacket over your shoulders. “You're okay? I got it before it could touch you?” He asks. You blink a few times, unable to form words through the shock of what you just saw. He reached forward, barely touching your shoulder. “Ma’am, it’s dead. I’m here, nothings going to hurt you.” He says and slowly your eyes raise to meet his. Beautiful brown eyes. There’s a quiet moment, like the world has slowed for a moment. The stranger's eyes looked gentle, his voice the only keeping you from freaking out all over again. “You're not hurt are you?” He asks again and slowly you shake your head. “Thank god for that,” He says and he sounds genuinely relieved. 

“You saved my life.” You say with a sort of unbelievable amazement. “From--from uh- what- what the fuck was that..?”         

You’d asked him his name that night he saved you, he made a show of things and kissed your knuckles as he left. A month or so later he walked into the bookstore you were working in. He had bandages on his eye and the color gone from his face. You almost didn’t recognize him. When he checked out he looked at you, squinting slightly. 

“I recognize you,” he says as you look up.

“I was in Shibuya during Halloween.” You say and recognition dawns on his face.

“You were dressed as a bunny.” He points out as you blush. You certainly were, it was your friend’s idea. You each went as some kind of cute animal. There was a cat, a mouse, a rabbit and your youngest friend dressed as a dog. 

“Not my best costume.” You say, somewhat shielding your face. 

“You looked cute.” You blushed even deeper. “I didn’t get to thank you.” You say as you hand him his receipt. “You saved my life.” 

“You’re welcome. I’d do it anytime.” He says before blushing. You smile down at your shoes. 

“Could I buy you a drink maybe?”

That was the start of everything. You kept seeing Takuma until he finally kissed you, then you saw him all the time. Now three years later you two lived together. Things had been busy and your parents lived in another state which is why he never got to meet them in person until recently. Takuma grew up in a warmer climate and coming down to where you lived, mid-winter was like a Christmas all of his own. The first time you guys flew here for thanksgiving it was snowing. Takuma ran out of the airport and took thousands of pictures. It was cute. He eagerly bought a parka, beanie and earmuffs. He wore them all the entire weekend. This weekend was no different. He was ready now for this climate. He had various cable knit sweaters you helped him pick out, and a barrage of scarfs. You loved how he loved your hometown. He called it Christmas town, and said it reminded him of Hallmark movies. It always made you laugh because it was one of many states that got lots of snow, he just wasn’t used to it.  

You pull up and the front door to your house is already cracked open. The lights are perfectly placed outside, white snow covering the roof and the ground. There’s a shoveled path for you two to follow. You both hop out, Takuma grabs all the bags before you can even think about grabbing your own. 

“Give me a bag, boy wonder.” You tease as Takuma just shakes his head and walks towards the front door. He was very chivalrous all the time, always putting you first. You rolled your eyes lovingly and jogged to catch up with him. 

“Don’t slip on the ice patch there.” Takuma calls out over his shoulder as you step over said spot. Your Mom appears at the front door, the fog on the window blurring her figure. She waves as both you and Takuma wave back. Then she pushes open the door and holds it open for you two. 

“Hi honey! Merry Christmas!” She says as you two meet in a tight hug. 

“Hi mom. Merry Christmas,” you return. Your mom pulls back, tucks your hair behind your ear before turning to Takuma. 

“Hi handsome, love the sweater.” She says, reaching and pulling Takuma into a hug. 

“Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. Merry Christmas.”

“Come inside you two, out of the cold.” Your mom said as Takuma picked the bags up and you held the door open for him. The heat hit your cold cheeks immediately, the smell of your Mom’s homemade cookies hitting you. You smiled to yourself. You moved away from home several years ago, teenage rebellion, but lately you’ve felt a bit alone. You had your friends, who weren’t really all that great if you were being honest, and you had Takuma of course but all your best friends and family lived here. You missed the cold weather, the snow, the wide open space that city life back there was lacking. You sort of felt like you were being pulled in two separate directions. Homesick and lovesick, you just wished there was a cure. Where everything could be in one place. Then there was the glaring fact of Takuma’s dangerous job. That had you unable to sleep the nights he was out working. Laying on the cold side of the pillow wondered if tonight will be the night he doesn’t make it home. It was really fucking with you lately. Which is why you planned the trip back home on thanksgiving and Christmas, maybe to ease some pain in your heart.  

“Alright, I fixed up your room so if you guys wanna rest for a bit dinner will be ready by six.” Your mom says. 

“Where’s Dad?” You ask. 

“Late, work has been crazy. He’ll be home around six.” She says as you nod your head. 

You lead Takuma upstairs, pushing open the door to your old bedroom. Your mom redecorated it a few years ago, thank god. You’d be humiliated if Takuma saw your old one direction posters. Takuma dropped the bags on the floor and fell onto the bed. You kicked off your shoes and shimmied out of your jacket. Takuma leaned up on his forearms, giving you that look. You cocked your head and bit back a grin. 

“Don’t you dare look at me like that.” You say walking a bit closer. He leans up, reaching for your thighs to pull you closer. 

“Like what?” He asks innocently, large fingers wrapping around you as you bury your fingers into his hair. His eyes glistened in the dim light of your room. 

“You know.” You may as he gives a quick tug and you fall on top of him, legs spread to straddle his legs. His hands travel up and rest just at your hips. “My mom is right downstairs. You’re going to make a terrible impression.” You half laugh as his lips press softly against your open throat. 

“Me? You’re the one who can never keep quiet.” He says muffled against you. You blush deeply remembering the time you met his parents. You two had snuck off and got caught by his cousins. It was humiliating. His lips travel up to your jaw, kissing softly. You shudder, pushing him back onto the bed, caging his body with yours. 

“Maybe I should make a mess out of you then, see how you like it.” You say teasingly, pressing your knee between his legs. He jolts at the contact, a strangled noise escaping his lips. 

“Shit,” he gasps. “No, no, you’re right. It’s not smart.” He said as you laughed, moving off of him. His hands are still on you though, as though he’d really like to take a chance. 

“We should’ve stayed in a hotel.” You sigh, reaching to pull the blankets out from under you. Takuma snorts at that, helping as you two get under the covers. He pulls you against him, wrapping an arm around your back. 

“Are the walls that thin?” He asks as you nod your head against his chest. 

“Trust me they are.” 

“I don’t wanna think about why you know that.” He mumbles in the dark as you giggle. 

Your father was about fifteen minutes late and he came rushing inside, profusely apologizing and kissing your mom on the cheek as he entered. His eyes found you and lit up. You rushed to him as he grabbed you up, spinning you around. You giggled. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Hi pumpkin, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Dad.” You beamed. Takuma was a few steps behind you as he held out a hand to greet your father. Your dad glanced at the hand and shook his head. 

“Bring it in, son, it’s Christmas.” Your Sad said as Takuma breathed out a soft laugh, meeting your Dad in a hug. Your heart soared. None of your other boyfriends ever made it past a second trip to your parent’s house. Not a single one. Your father usually had his mind made up the first time. It seems as though Takuma made a good first impression. 

You sat beside Takuma at the table, he held your hand underneath the entire dinner, even as your hands went clammy. It was cute. The dinner went over better than you could’ve imagined. You had never seen your Dad laugh so much, he was usually somewhat serious. But Takuma was funny, that was one of the many things you found attractive about him. He was charismatic and charming, you never stood a chance staying single around him. After dinner Takuma helped your mom clean up as you and your Dad drank cocoa in the living room. 

“Pumpkin,” Your dad started as you turned to him. “I think this one’s good.” He motions to the kitchen. Your heart swells. 

“He is.” You say, there was a sort of swoon to your tone. 

“A lot better than that last one you brought home that one was fucking-“

“Annoying.” You finished with a laugh as your Dad nodded his head, making a face as he remembered.

“I can tell he cares and as much as I don’t want you married off states away from your family I guess I wouldn’t mind if it was with that boy.” You stared at your Dad, feeling slightly choked up. 

“Won, that’s uh- thanks Dad.” You said, sipping the hot drink, but you couldn't stop the tears from falling. Your Dad noticed. 

“Oh honey, did I upset you?” He asks as you shake your head. 

“No! No of course not its-- I,” You buried your face in your hands. Saying it outloud would make the things you felt finally real. You weren’t ready for that. Your Dad reached for you, pulling you into a hug. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hugging you tightly. 

“What is it then?” He asks. You didn’t want to talk about it. Today was a happy day. Your family liked Takuma. You loved Takuma. You weren’t ready for things to change. Things were starting to feel normal. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Takuma’s voice came from the threshold of the kitchen. Your teary eyes slid to his. Fuck. You turned and pressed a kiss to your Dad’s cheek. Getting up you reached for Takuma’s hand, pulling him upstairs to your room. “What’s going on?” He asks as you press the door closed behind you. You blow out a breath, everything hitting you at once. Tears slid down your cheek in a hurried rush, clearly taking advantage of you finally letting them fall. Takuma was across the room in a split second, pulling you against his chest, kissing your forehead and holding you tightly. You sniffled, his scent strong, warmth and cashmere. He ran his hand through the back of your hair and just held you until you calmed down. 

“I don’t want things to change.” You said, your voice sounding pathetically sad. Takuma pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his. He reaches and rubs the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. 

“What things, Baby?” He asks, eyes searching. You swallowed. 

“Us.” You say. He looks at you for a long moment, slowly cocking his head before shaking it. 

“Us?” He echoes. You let your eyes fall closed, annoyed at how you’ve thought about this shit for months but couldn’t form the right words right now. 

“I didn’t wanna do this but my Dad-- he said something.” You say.

“What he’d say?” He asks, concerned about his features, looking as though he might take care of your father for you. 

“It’s not like that, he- he meant well.”

“What’d he say, baby?”

“He said he’d be okay if we got married.” You say, letting your eyes drift back up to Takuma’s. He’s gently biting his lower lip.

“Really?” He asks, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. You nod your head.

“And that’s not something you want?”

“Of course it’s something I want,” You say in a rush, not wanting him to think you didn’t want him, not even for a second. You wanted him. Forever if you could. He slowly nods his head, trying to understand. “I’m sorry, I wanted to know what I was going to say before I said it.” You sigh. “I want to marry you, that’s something you want to, right?” Takuma looks at you like that's a stupid question. He nods his head. “Then there are things I have to say.” 

“Okay,” Takuma says softly. You take his hand and walk across the room, sitting down side by side on the bed. You remembered years spent in this room. Dreaming of the moment you fell in love. Writing little stories in your journal until the sun rises in the sky. Reading them to your family at breakfast. You remember the first boy you brought in here, how he made fun of the books on your nightstand. The second boy you brought home got in a screaming match with your dad. The third one apparently was fucking annoying. And now the fourth. Takuma. There wouldn’t be a fifth. This one was the love of your life, you fucking knew it. It was the love your parents had. 

“I can’t stay with you if you continue to be a sorcerer.” You say and the weight of it leaves your shoulders and presses down on your chest. The look on Takuma’s face. There were no words to describe the confusion, the hurt, the whirling of emotions. 

“Oh,” He says. That’s all he says.

“Ino, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to do this on Christmas but it is something I’ve been thinking about. Especially lately.” 

“Why did you talk to me about it?”

“Because- because I know how much you love it.” Tears well up again. Fuck you hated crying. You never used to cry but now it came so damn easily. 

“I do. I do love it.” He says and your heart breaks a little. 

“I know you do.” You say and your words sound so damn sad. Takuma’s warm hands find yours, lacing his fingers with yours. You take in a breath and clear your throat. “I’ve thought about it ever since Thanksgiving. How my parents seemed to like you. How you being home with me just felt right. How much I love you. Then my Dad says something about marriage and suddenly it hits me. I don’t want to be married years from now waiting by the door while you're out at a job. Wondering if you're going to make it home. Wondering if one of those fucking monsters got you. You told me yourself how many sorcerers die and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that because, Ino, I don’t want to be without you. I don’t want to know how it feels to lose you.” Tears were coming steadily now. You look and see that Takuma is crying too, he’s nodding his head as though he understands.

“I didn’t- I never thought about it. Jesus…” He sighs, pulling you into the tightest hug. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.” He mumbles into your hair. “I got so caught up in working I never stopped to think about how it would affect you.” He says and you feel that weight lifting from your heart. “I like being a sorcerer, but I love you, of course I’d choose you. I’d choose you anyday, anytime, anyway.” He vows, pulling back, he’s smiling, he’s kissing you. This was all sort of a surprise, you really thought it was selfish to make him choose, thought you’d push him away. “I love you. Fuck sorcery.”

“Ino, are you sure-” He’s kissing the doubt from your lips.

“I’m sure,” he says softly against your lips sending shivers down your spine.

“Marry me then.” You say and Takuma pulls back, a stricken look on his face. You meant it. He’s shaking his head.

“Asshole,” He says and it pulls a surprised laugh from your lips. “I had a whole thing planned.” 

“Can we forget what I said then?” You ask and he laughs heartily, pulling you back to his lips, kissing you softly. “There’s one last thing,” You say.

“You want to move back home.” He says, it’s like he read your mind. “I had a feeling when you pretended not to cry on the way back from thanksgiving.”

“I miss my family.” You say, Takuma smiles.

“I know. I’m fine with that, I like it here.” Takuma says. As far as you know Takuma didn’t get along much with his family which is why he was so eager to impress them. 

“Are you sure? Because we don’t have to move.”

“I want to, baby. Being here feels right.” You can’t help but smile.

“We don’t have to worry about that now.” You say, wiping your face as Takuma leans and presses his lips against your own for a long moment. Then he’s pressing against you as you pull him down on top of you on the bed. His hand grips the back of your thigh, hiking it up as his core presses against yours. You both make some noises as the kisses get messier, more desperate. Your cold hands slip under his sweater, sliding against the cut of his abs. He shivers under your touch. The building tension growing. Something else has grown, pushing against the inside of your thigh as your hands travel around his back, pulling his weight fully on you. His lips kiss a trail to your neck. His other hand sliding down your stomach to the button of your jeans. Fingers deftly unbuttoning your pants, dipping slowly under the waistband.   

There’s a knock on the door that has Takuma’s hand springing out of your pants. 

“Hi, honey, just wanted to check on you guys, is everything alright?” You heard your mom from outside the door. Takuma’s head fell on your chest as he sighed, defeated, you bit your lip to keep from laughing too loudly.

“We’re fine, be down in a minute!” You called out as Takuma groaned against you. 

“I don’t think I can make it this whole weekend.” He whined as you pushed up off the bed, pulling him with you. 

“Don’t you sorcerer's exercise restraint?” You tease as he grabs you by the waist making you yelp slightly, dissolving into laughter.

“You’re really funny,” He says, leaning and pressing his lips against yours. He really can’t keep his hands off you as you two find yourselves falling back into the bed again and again that weekend.

[ghost-girl277]

Their favorite position to fuck you- pt1

Characters- Gojo, Nanami, Ino, Shoko, Toji

Trigger warnings ⚠️-smut, I refuse to use the actual position names

Note- for anyone who knows me as midnighskyline this is my new account, but I'm not going to be posting on there anymore for reasons though I'm still gonna leave it up so others can still read it. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

Gojo: you riding him

He likes seeing your body shake as you continue to keep pace and rhythm when your aboit to cum. He'll stare at you tightly shut eyes and smile, hands roming your body left and right, he's twiching inside you as he sees a little bulge in your stomach from you tightning it up s you go up and down on him.

Nanami: On your back! Legs around his waist

He'll hold your hands lovingly and kiss your forehead sweetly like he isn't restoring your insides and shaping your hole to the shape of his dick. He's picking up his pace when your moans get louder and more constant, and he doesn't stop when you cum, he doesn't stop when he cums, not untill you give the ok to.

Ino: In front of a mirror

Into is a simple man, he'll fuck you as long and as hard as you want him to as long as he can see the pretty faces you make when he pushes his cock in you in an all to perfect way.

Shoko: On top and in control

She likes doing it with her partner when she's drunk, or at least tipsy. Will crawl on your lap and start kissing you then get up and walk to the bedroom. If you follow her just know that your not getting any sleep that night.

Toji: Bent over the closest piece of furniture

Toji is important when it comes to his sexual needs, adding the fact he gets aroused easily your getting fucked good quit often; ass being done for when you tease him and try to get him excited.

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Thank you for reading❤️ hope to see you again soon!

ghost-girl277👻~~

[nanaslutt]

when they find ur toy

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: fem reader, suggestive, crack, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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[bunnyboyjuice]

✧.* Being Ino’s bimbo girlfriend

Cw: -explicit content MDNI- nicknames (bunny,Angel,sweetheart,mama,princess), squirting, creampies,pussy drunk Ino, unprotected sex, porn with no plot

Synopsis- Ino finds you too hypnotic not to touch every time he sees you

It’s not Ino’s fault he couldn’t resist how good you looked in that cute pink track suit. It wasn’t his fault you smelt so good and especially wasn’t his fault when you bent over to pick up something that fell off his desk. Ino was already eyeing you grinning from ear to ear when you showed up to his apartment looking that, but he was grinning even harder his eyes glued to your perfect ass in those track pants.

Once you felt Ino’s grabbing at your butt you looked back him but was to late before you could say anything he was already grinding against you like he was in heat. God that body oil you loved you use made Ino go crazy. The scent alway drove him wild. Every time you visited him smelling like that you also left him covered in hickies and full of his cum.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck inhaling your sweet scent. As he began pulling down those pink track pants revealing those plump thighs and that pretty ass Ino loved. God he could stare at it all day if he could. “Inoo wait I just—Mmngh! Ino’s fingers snaked between your thighs to rub at your pretty clothed cunt. His nimble fingers rubbing at your clit as he listened to you squeal again.

He chuckled as his hand crawled under your crop top pulling up your bra and gently teasing one of your nipples. “You just what bunny you know you can’t come over looking that good or did you forget again.” Ino knew that you loved to dress up for him but he also knew you’d wouldn’t really pay attention to his actions. He loves when you wear cute mini skirts that show off your thighs or those cute skin tight dresses that show off your tummy.

God he couldn’t keep his hands to himself even if he wanted to. Palming and squeezing your as causing you to jump with surprise as you look back at Ino with a soft pout it was his favorite thing. You mewled as Ino’s thumb rubbed your nipple as he felt the wet spot on your panties growing. “C’mon Mama lemme see that pretty pussy.”

Ino says eagerly as he stops teasing you and pulls down your pink panties he chuckles his hands running along your brown skin as he lays a few smacks to your ass. “God baby look at that pussy it’s drippin just for me, It’s my favorite thing.” And it was his favorite thing watching your puffy brown pussy taking his dick like there was no tomorrow! You whine as you feel Ino spank you.“You gotta be careful this time bae I got my nails done and I don’t need them broken.” You mewl as you pout your soft glossy lips. “I’ll see what I can do Angel.” Ino says as he bends you over pulling down his joggers and palming his length. He groans as he presses his dick in to your puffy brown folds causing you to tighten around him. It was like heaven being in your warmth. As his eyes fluttered from how slick you were he loved feeling you walls clamp around him your cunt so eager to have him inside.

You try to keep yourself from falling you legs already trembling as you feel Ino pumping into you slowly. His tip kissing your velvety walls. He wraps his arms around your waist as he rams himself into you harder. His whines and babbles along with your moans filling the room as you push yourself back against his dick your ass smacking against his pelvis. “Ouh mama yer so tight fuck lemme fill you up!” All you could do was nod and let out a whimper before Ino pulled out leaving your pussy clenching around nothing. “Mmmgh! Ino put it back in!”

That’s exactly what he was doing Ino picks you up like your a doll intangling his arms with your legs before thrusting into you. This was his favorite position to have you in the full Nelson your legs dangling off the sides of his arms as he filled you up to the brim god he could never get enough of fucking you like that. “Ouh! Yer so deep baby!” Ino knew you couldn’t live with out his dick pumping into you once he started fucking you so he picked up the pace. His dick ramming into you as he heard the squelching of your pussy and your moan making him want you fuck you more. He babbled about how he was gonna fill you up as he bucked his hips harder. “Yesyesyes baby fuck mmmngh yer so tight Angel lemme fill you to the brim!”

As your moans grew louder and your pussy squeezed around Ino’s length you felt your stomach growing tighter, your moans grew louder your body felt that surge of warm heat you grew closer to releasing all you could do was whine about how close you were. “Ino m’gonna cum!”

You throw your head back against is shoulder as your pussy creams and gushes around Ino’s dick. Ino eyes roll back as he feels you squirting on his dick all he could do was keep fuck you. “Oh baby keep cummin for me I love when you squirt just for me f-fuck! Fuck Angel m’ cummin! And just like that Ino’s cum spilled into your pussy shortly after. He lazily bucked his hips as he kissed your neck. He chuckles proud of the mindless puddle he’s turned you into.

Ino sets you down you were barely able to feel your legs, your knees were shaking as he carried you and sat you on his bed.

Mmm your such a tease Angel. Maybe we should go for a round two.”

A round two of what? You say as you sit in his lap facing him. As you say before kissing his face getting your lip gloss all over his mouth and cheeks. Holding on to him as you nestle into his arms. “I dunno maybe you’ll just have to experience it again!” Ino says with a chuckle.

“Well we have to be careful I don’t wanna ruin my makeup!” You giggle kissing Ino’s neck.

“Oh sweetheart don’t even worry I’ll ruin more than just you wait.” Ino chuckled as he flipped you over.

Authors note: one thing about me I don’t play about Ino I get down writing for him. Like that’s my favorite boy loser 😋 I’m also trying out something new with my format tell me if you like it <3!

[daisynik7]

You can never finish a movie with Ino.

He always gets so horny every time he's near you, cuddled close under a comfy blanket, your skin touching his, sending every inappropriate thought that crosses his mind straight to his dick. Even if the story is interesting or the acting is impressive, it's still not enough to captivate his attention, since all that is towards you.

He starts with gentle kisses along your neck. "You're so cute, baby," he coos. You wave him off, giggling with your eyes still glued to the screen, actually intrigued by the film. When that's not enough to entice you, he'll slide his hand around your waist, walking his fingers up your back, unhooking the bra you're wearing. "Oops," he teases. "My bad. My hand just...slipped." You whine his name, pretending to scold him while you slip out of it, tossing it behind you.

Then, on his third attempt, he'll pull you into his lap, hands drifting up your midriff, squeezing your bare breasts in his rough palms, pinching your nipples between his fingers. His mouth is hot on your nape, sucking on your skin, cock growing hard beneath you. "I know you like this, bunny. Can't resist me anymore," he hums. And he's absolutely right. You turn to face him, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss that can only lead to sex, especially with the way he moans into your mouth, completely enthralled by you.

The two of you don't even bother moving to the bedroom. You let him eat you out there on the couch, sinking into the cushions, mouth pressed firmly at your clit, sucking the soul out of you. He's always eager to eat you out, craving the taste of you, the luscious feel of your pussy on his tongue. He could do it for hours, if you let him. But by the time you come once from his mouth, you're already begging to be fucked, cunt so wet, you tell him to slide it in right away. So, he does, stretching you out slowly on his cock. "Oh fuck, bunny. You're so tight. So good."

Two different positions and three orgasms later, including his own, the movie is over and the credits roll. He gives you a cheeky grin. "Should we play it from the beginning?"

[a-cyclepath]

⚠️ MDNI ⚠️

Ino thirst post, rambling, superman on the streets, Lex Luthor in the sheets

Ino is a nasty, nasty ass Ino au x Reader

( spitting, slapping, rough sex, biting mentioned )

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Ino acting all wholesome and sweet with you around everyone when your out and around. He's smiling, peppering your face and shoulders with sweet soft boy kisses

"mn.mn...pretty!" He says between kissing your cheek lovingly.

"guys aren't they just beautiful?" He brags about you to everyone whenever you can.

Nanami is pretty sure with all the pictures of you Ino is always showing off he has a photographic memory of what you look like in his head.

He just loves showing you off. Any new pictures he takes with you or selfies you post online he's eagerly showing everyone he can. He even keeps a little wallet foldup set of the two of you the time you went to Canada's Wonderland

Ino isn't like this at all in private. He's nasty, a freak even.

He's spits on his hand and slaps it against your ass because he likes the wet nasty sound it makes when it collides with your skin.

He spits on your hole, nasty buildup, big huge suck in before he lets it plop on. Then he's sucking and eating your hole for breakfast lunch and dinner.

His favourite part of you is your ass, he loves watching it bounce and recoil from his curse smashing ground destroying thrusts

He's tugging on your hair from behind, forcing your head to arch back.

He's. Is. A. Biter. Your thighs never felt better during sex, but they could probably look better afterwards.

He's impatient. His wholesome personality will do a complete turn the moment he's got you alone in his car after work.

If thin enough, he's ripping a hole in your bottoms and railing you from behind.

He can't help it. It's not his fault your hole is addictive?

He loves that jiggle. That smacking. He replays that sound in his head over and over.

He loves your mouth. Playing with your tongue and cheeks with his fingers.

Dude might just have a spit kink.

But don't think he's just in it for himself.

He knows exactly how to push your buttons. Which corners inside of you to not kiss, but rail his tip or fingers against.

He grins whenever your orgasm, loving the idea that you're feeling good too.

All the love in the world can't stop his nasty mouth.

"haah baby. Look at the hole in these tights." He spreads your ass to get a look at your needy parts.

"damn. You're so perfect here. Hope it's sweaty."

"dry hole. Can't have that. Gotta spit all over it don't I?"

"scream louder. If The car rocking isn't hint enough for someone passing by I want them to hear you."

"shit look at all this sweat on you baby let me get a taste."

"you really did know what you were doing wearing these on this nice ass today didn't you?"

"damn look at all the spit you're coughing out when you take my dick."

"I can't believe you love eating dick."

"haven't showered in a while. You still wanna suck me off?"

"this tongue is pretty. Open up. Lemme you some extra saliva to drink."

"I wanna take pictures of you painted white like this. You think Nanami-Senpai would wanna see those too?"

"wonder if you can take this dildo and my dick in the same hole baby."

Honorable mention, you should eat this guy's ass.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Hey guys, be warned: under the cut I'm just saying whatever comes to mind again 💙

Yeah, a three way with Ino and Nanami is great and all, until about half way through Ino forgets he's supposed to pay attention to you and is huperfocusing on Nanami cause he's so awe struck.

And you're feelings are a little hurt cause you're getting cucked, until Nanami takes Ino by the chin and forces him to look at you.

"Look at your girlfriend Ino. She needs some of your love too."