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5. an angry ghost

a street racer!ino takuma x f!reader fic

redline masterlist // previous: chapter 4

warnings // 4.8k words. swearing, alcohol, smoking, all characters in college or recently graduated, mentions of guns and bullets, mentions of breaking and entering, mentions of a knife, fake descriptions of a stabbing and blood, insinuations to stalking, anddd lots of ino fluff

the vibes for chapter five

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takuma ino: did u get home ok? lmk when i can see u again :)

suguru smokes 6 consecutive cigarettes before the police arrive.

satoru and kento come shortly after. their tired faces look at you with worry and confusion. you’ve changed into sweatpants now, cradled in your papa’s arms on the steps to the kitchen door as he lets suguru handle the situation. you must look pathetic, letting your papa tightly hold you with dried mascara streaks on your face.

the officers are relentless with their questions but after almost an hour, no one can find where the bullet ended up. on top of this, nothing else in the garage was damaged. it was like an angry and armed ghost had floated through the walls. the strangest part was that neither papa nor suguru heard a single thing last night, not one sound.

a man with a clipboard pesters you about what time you left, where you were, who you were with, the exact minute you returned home. you don’t dare say you were with takuma ino, and the guilt of lying blazes through you the second you say it. you’re relieved when the man’s questions are finished and he does the same with suguru, then papa, satoru, and ken.

your chest aches horribly. the incredible gift your family had worked so hard to obtain had been broken and tainted. the hours they worked, the money they spent, the lessons they taught you have been defaced. you feel helpless, but not for yourself— for them.

the shattered windows and bullet hole are not the worst damage in your opinion. it’s the stolen license plate. the spot just under the hood that once said “CLUTCH” was now empty, whoever had broke in had literally torn it off the car. the bolts are crooked and strained with scraps of the aluminum still wrapped around them. you stare at this empty spot with an emptier mind. the only sound your brain registers is suguru’s muffled, angry voice demanding that the police fingerprint every inch of the silvia.

when the investigation crew arrives with gloved hands and powdered brushes, the boys take you to your room while papa stays in the garage. it’s silent as you crawl under your blankets, their distressed eyes stare you down.

“clutch,” suguru begins softly. “it’s gonna be fine. the cops will find out who broke in.” you only nod.

“we’ll fix your windows as soon as we can,” kento reassures.

“okay…” your voice is hoarse.

“do you think you know who might have done it?” satoru gently asks. “inumaki?”

“no, not him,” you mumble. inumaki and okkotsu were genuinely happy when you won earlier that night. you have a strong intuition that neither of them are capable of doing something so hateful. “i don’t know.”

“i need you to really think about it,” suguru says.

“i don’t know, suguru,” your voice is barely above a whisper, pleading your brother not to continue. you can’t meet any of their eyes. the sun is beginning to rise and you’re utterly exhausted. your heart and mind are too heavy to bear being awake right now to continue processing the situation. “i… i don’t feel safe.”

“i’ll stay with you until you fall asleep,” suguru says.

“what about papa?”

“toru and ken will stay with him in the garage.”

the boys leave and suguru settles in bed with you. it’s silent except for your shaky breathing. he sits up against your pillow with your head resting on his stomach, a protective hand rubbing into your shoulder. you can tell he’s anxious as he stares, lost in thought, at the wall. meanwhile his fingertips twitch, a habit you picked up from him years ago.

your heavy eyelids slowly close when you can’t fight the sleep anymore, repeating the boys’ words to yourself… it will be okay, it will be okay, it will be okay…

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the police don’t find a single thing. there are no fingerprints left anywhere in or on your car, the paint miraculously just as spotless as it was before. not a speck of dust on the rubber tires from your race was out of place, and the officers don’t seem to care too much about your illegal drifting.

the trajectory of the bullet was calculated and tracked, but never discovered. they believe a gun was fired from roughly 10 feet from the window and the bullet should have went through and into suguru’s car, but it didn’t. it was somewhat of an anomaly that the fatal shot didn’t obliterate your passenger window as well, and there wasn’t even a hint gunpowder left on a fragment of glass.

there are absolutely no signs of breaking and entering. there are no fingerprints on any of the garage doors, no forcible entry. suguru was the last person in the garage before your car was demoralized, and papa’s security camera footage proves that.

eerily enough, there are no blanks in the recordings, no strange movements in the dark were detected, even after countless rewinds from the police. mentally, you’re just relieved that no other car was damaged— the liability papa has over his customers’ cars would have proved an entirely new problem if something had happened to them.

your father and brother don’t want you leaving the house for a few days. which you’re not upset about, except that you’re incredibly unsettled here. it feels like there are eyes on you at all times, raising the hairs on the back of your neck and making your fingertips twitch.

you sleep with your lamp on and the window locked tight, sometimes joining papa or suguru in bed when you’re too unnerved to sleep. if you don’t, they check in on you every few hours throughout the night, silently cracking open the door until they see the shape of your body safely under the moonlight.

every morning and evening begins and ends the same. papa wakes at sunrise and ventures in your room to quietly tell you his plans for the day in your sleepy ear. suguru waits 30 minutes after he hears the creak of your shower turn off before coming in to sit in bed with you. he does this every few hours, every time he leaves and returns to the house. it’s always the same conversation.

“are you feeling okay, clutch?”

“i feel just fine,” you always respond. “don’t worry.”

“you’re anxious. and unhappy.”

“you’re anxious and unhappy,” you retort, thinking about all the empty cigarette boxes you’ve seen in the trash can downstairs. it’s three times as his usual habit, but you won’t pester him about it.

“because i’m worried about you and your safety.”

“i’m safe now.”

“i know,” he’d nod and hug you tightly. he’d always pause for a moment after, preparing himself for the question you hated, but he had to ask. “do you know who—”

“—no, suguru. i have no idea.” and he’d leave.

satoru and kento show their care in different ways. when satoru comes over, he’s bursting in your room and flopping on top of you in bed, making you eat the candies he brought while listening to him talk about nonsensical topics much too loudly.

kento is extra early to his shifts in the shop, making sure to quietly knock on your door before entering. he listens to you talk about the show you’re watching while you share the breakfast he brought you in bed. and every day when kento clocks out, he makes sure to say goodbye to you first.

your days on “house arrest” are spent moping, worrying, and helping papa and kento in the garage. it’s interesting to watch them work with such ease and precision, always knowing exactly what tools you should hand them or what parts to order to replace the clients’.

they always let you play whatever music you like over the speakers, except when satoru is there. he whines and moans about how terrible your music taste is before you eventually let him have it, and then he’ll just shuffle k-pop music with his tiktok audios obnoxiously playing over it.

takuma texts you all day and every day, saying anything and everything to keep your mind off your silvia. when you first told him about what had happened, he panicked more than you had. it only took 2 days for him to beg to see you again.

so each night, when papa’s asleep and suguru informs you he won’t be back for hours, you’ll sneak out out of the house and meet takuma just around the corner. he’ll walk with you 4 blocks over to the neighborhood park, where he’s left his car.

he takes you cruising on empty roads, windows open, your favorite music blaring, and your hair tossing wildly. you always end the night with hushed giggles and savory takeout food on the park bench before he walks you back home. it’s only a stolen hour or two, but it leaves you feeling flushed and light when you settle back in your bed.

and, every afternoon since, when you hear suguru’s thunderous car leave with a “be back soon. lmk if you need anything text, takuma parks his car at the same place and sneaks over. he insists that he throws pebbles at your window— even though it’s broad daylight and you know he’s there, just like the teenagers in old movies used to do— before scaling up to your second floor bedroom as quietly as he can.

takuma will lay down with you, holding you tight and close to his chest, whispering and caressing your worries away. the tv stays playing ‘initial d’ to disguise any soft voices that papa might catch through the door when he’s in the house. one day, you’re almost asleep from his gentle scratches on your scalp and steady breathe in your ear when he asks you what’s been on his mind.

“when do you leave me?”

your eyes flutter open, the brown in his irises hold something sorrowful. “leave you?”

“was it selfish of me to ask that?” takuma smiles sheepishly. “i know you have to leave your family, too. i just want to know how much longer i can have you for.”

“no, it’s not selfish…” you’ve been trying not to think about this. “…the end of august.”

“so 2 more months?” his eyes dart away to the tv screen. “uh, i leave next week.”

“what?” you sit up suddenly, your heart oddly pounding. what is he talking about… leaving? going where?

“early start at university, a special engineering class,” he giggles. “did i scare you?”

“yes— wait, so you aren’t leaving?”

“not really. i’ll be 20 minutes away instead of 10. but i can still come see you every day, and i’ll still be at all the races,” he sits up with you. “what if you come see me at my dorm?” he’s got a cheeky grin now, his eyes glitter. it’s addicting, you can’t help but smile back.

“of course i will,” you peck the tip of his nose, making his cheeks turn pink, but he pulls you back in for a real kiss. you can’t help but melt into takuma’s inviting lips as he slips a warm tongue into your mouth. but he pulls away soon after, already flustered and panting.

“are you ever gonna tell your brother about me?”

“w-what?” you’re frankly stunned, looking up at takuma with furrowed brows while he continues to hold your face in his hands. it’s another topic you’ve been trying to avoid.

“i mean, like…” he’s surprised as well, eyes wide and stomach turning at his sudden blurt. “…i don’t know.”

“do you want me to tell him?”

you’re wondering if it’s even worth telling suguru, as much as the guilt echoes through you. you’ll leave takuma behind in 2 months, most likely to never see him again. plus, you haven’t told anyone about your hours of pondering and research behind transferring to college here in japan; but even if it falls through, at the end of the day takuma is just a summer fling.

if you tell suguru now, he’ll hunt takuma down. you’ll probably endure the rest of your summer locked in the house after many, many hours of furious words of disbelief from your brother.

“do you want to?” takuma still doesn’t let go of you, your noses almost touching as he studies you with kind eyes. it’s a serious conversation, but takuma’s gentle tone is keeping your wracking nerves to a minimum. “what will it mean if you do?”

“i’ll definitely never see you again,” you admit, averting your gaze from his. “he’d probably beat the shit out of you.”

“nah, he’d probably shoot me instead,” he chuckles softly, but your face falls. his words remind you of suguru’s past ones, and you quickly remove his hands from your face. takuma blinks, confused, but doesn’t fight your change in body language. he doesn’t dare do anything that might make you uncomfortable, because he secretly daydreams of a day you come to him with as much trust as you do suguru… as much as he knows how ridiculous that thought might be.

“kuma, i need to ask you some things,” you don’t meet his eyes, but keep your hands in his on your lap. he notices all too quickly how your voice begins to shake. “i’ve heard some… stuff… about you.”

“i’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” and you know he’s telling the truth.

“suguru says you were the first in the car scene to get a gun.”

“yeah, that’s probably true,” takuma hopes you can’t hear the erratic pumping of his heart through his chest. this is what he’s been trying not to think about, hoping to avoid any questionings that might drive you away.

he knows it’s pathetic, catching hopeless feeling for you so quickly. it’s like an embarrassing school crush, chasing you around on the playground, willing to do anything for one little interaction.

“and you all got them through megumi-kun and his dad?”

“that’s true, too…” he swallows, a thick wad that barely makes it down his throat. he watches your fingertips twitch in his palms.

“is it true they got your pistols from a yakuza?” god, you hate to be interrogating takuma like this, but you need to know sooner than later. you’re almost sure takuma won’t lie to you, but if his answers are something you can’t come to terms with, you’re not sure what you’ll do.

takuma doesn’t know that he’s on your mind just as much as you’re on his, craving one more conversation, one more touch each time you’re apart.

“i really don’t know, but i wouldn’t be surprised. toji told us that we needed them to protect ourselves. the scene was getting rough then, there was lots of fighting going on,” takuma bites his lip. “i thought he had a point, and we got them the next time we saw him. i didn’t want to ask questions.”

“okay…” you find the courage to look back up to him. “what about choso?”

“what about him?”

“suguru said he used to be in a motorcycle gang, and that he used to run drugs for toji and the yakuza.”

“is this why your brother doesn’t want me around you?” takuma asks. you don’t want to give him an answer. you just look at him, silently pleading for him to simply respond to your question, and he gets it. “i know choso used to ride bikes, and he still does sometimes. but i don’t know what he did before he came around. his cousin used to ride with us before he quit. i just… don’t know. i don’t know if that’s true.”

“you’ve never asked?”

“no… i didn’t think it was important. his cousin was a good guy, and choso’s always been nice. he’s never caused any trouble.”

“okay, i get it,” you nod. “thank you for telling me.”

“of course, i’d tell you anything,” he whispers. you mindlessly fumble with his fingers, calming his wavering lack of courage.

“kuma, i don’t think i should tell my brother about us seeing each other,” you tell him with regret. you wish so badly you weren’t having this conversation, but it needs to happen. you expect him to get up and leave, but he just smiles at you, dimples and all.

“honestly? i kind of hoping you’d say that. i don’t want to stop seeing you.”

“really?”

“yeah, i mean… if this is just a stupid summer romance thing, then so be it,” he’s suddenly shy and sheepish, voice quieting and eyes darting. “it’ll hurt when you leave, but… i’m having fun now.”

“i feel the same,” you take a breathe. “and what would you say if i told you i want to stay and finish school here?”

“i’d say that you definitely, definitely should.” takuma feels a surge of excitement and tries to push it away. he tries to remind himself that you’re only temporary, even if you end up staying around. the odds of you lingering around him aren’t high, you’ll probably realize he’s not your perfect match no matter how badly he wants to be. he lays back down into your pillows, pulling you with him into his side.

“i haven’t told anyone else, but i’ve been seriously considering it,” you explain. “tokyo is still home to me, and i’m much happier here than i ever am back home— my other home.”

“you should do whatever makes you happiest.”

you hum as takuma nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, taking in the sweet smell of your hair and the comfort of your skin on his. his voice in your ear is quiet and bashful as he mutters, “sorry, i’m just… kind of addicted to you.”

“really?” you giggle nervously. “me too…”

his hands slip just under the hem of your shirt, one of suguru’s old ones, to trace gentle circles over your waist. he makes a mental note to replace your brother’s shirt with his own as you lightly scratch over his toned shoulders. he doesn’t let more than 60 seconds pass without placing a soft kiss somewhere on you.

you stay like this, in the peace of each other’s presence, until suguru’s familiar engine echoes through the neighborhood again. takuma’s quick to get up and kneel over you, caging you to the bed and listening to your sweet laugh as he plants quick, teasing kisses on any and every inch of your face.

he does this every time— always ending with a deep, soft kiss on your lips before he’s disappearing through your window.

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everyone’s anger and worry fizzles away when your new car windows arrive in the mail. it’s all easy smiles until you start it up for the first time and reach into the center console to grab a new air freshener to hang up— the simplest symbol of a new cycle in a car.

a frown quickly appears when you touch an unfamiliar object. looking down, it’s a black leather sheath protecting an extremely illegal knife. the blade itself must be over 6 inches long.

suddenly, your mind starts playing an imaginary scene of your own hand digging the blade into a faceless body’s chest, blood pouring over it, so dark it looks like india ink—

“just in case,” you hear suguru mutter. when your head snaps up, he’s the only one looking at you. papa, toru, and ken have their attention elsewhere on picking up the garage after the project. you and your brother just stare at each other for a moment, your expression unsure while his is certain.

without another word, you close the console.

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“hi, suguru!”

“hey, clutch. having a good time?”

“yeah! we’re just playing cards now.”

“sounds fun. i can’t talk for long, we’re all going out for a drink. are you coming home tonight?”

you look at takuma, who’s holding a hand over yuji’s mouth. the shadows sit on the floor of takuma’s dimly lit, freshly moved in dorm room. yuji’s face is beet red from the liqour, while takuma’s eyes glitter and shine with giddiness.

megumi has his nose in his phone, choso seems lost in thought somewhere on the ceiling, and todo is already asleep. sticky playing cards, empty bottles, and smeared cigarette ashes lie haphazardly across the table and floor.

“i better spend the night since we’ve drank a little bit… if that’s alright?”

“yeah, of course. just keep me updated.”

“i will. see you tomorrow?”

“see you tomorrow. love you.”

“love you, too.”

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kento’s pov

for a weekday, the wheel is louder than usual tonight. it’s usually more casual, which is why suguru, satoru and i frequent it most evenings. but tonight there are people we don’t recognize, and more bodies to bump into. members of the local car scene still take up the majority of the space, but there was an odd amount of randoms, much to suguru’s disdain. we were lucky to get our usual bar seats before the crowd.

suguru sits between satoru and i, smoking and chatting with the bartender who’s asking about race times next weekend. satoru sits next to a pretty blonde foreigner, who shoko introduced him to before disappearing to another corner of the bar. luckily, no one comes up to bother me, and i swirl the whiskey in my glass as i people-watch.

i prefer it this way. after spending my day hunched underneath car hoods, fingers caked in oil, mind spinning with plans and figures… it’s nice to savor something strong and disassociate for a while. there’s something oddly enjoyable about silently observing what people are drinking, wearing, and discussing. honestly, the conversations at the wheel aren’t too compelling. it’s usually still about cars, liquor, and sex.

a tall man comes into view in my peripheral. just as a man gets up from his seat at the bar, he takes the spot, perpendicular to us and closest to me. he wears a matte black motorcycle helmet and a sleek leather jacket and gloves. the man catches suguru and satoru’s attention as well, it’s rare to see a biker in a bar ran by drifters. he pulls the helmet off, revealing a mess of unruly pink hair and brash face tattoos.

“a glass of nikka, double neat,” he tells the bartender, voice low and rough. he sheds the leather jacket off to a plain white shirt, showing the thick bands he has tattooed over his arms. there’s something off about him. he glances over to us and bares a wolfish grin. “can i help you?”

“what do ya ride?” satoru asks.

“i have a kawasaki ninja h2 with me tonight,” his eyes flicker between the three of us. i already know that suguru does not like his smug expression.

satoru hums at his answer as the bartender sets his drink down. “but do you drive?”

“no,” he takes a swig. “i have no interest in that shit.”

in the dim lighting of the wheel, the man’s sharp features stick out. the sinewy tendons that lead up to his keen jawline almost make him look ill. the hazy background of the bar and the deep black lines etched across his face make the paleness of his skin almost glow in the dark, and his red irises give me a sense of discomfort. as he sips his whiskey, i realize there is something deeply wrong about this man, although i can’t quite place what it is yet, and it makes my chest tighten.

“you look familiar,” he eyes suguru. “have we met before?”

“nope,” suguru puffs through his cigarette smoke.

“you come to this bar a lot?”

“why?” suguru smirks. “tryna cop a feel?”

the man stares emptily at suguru for a moment, before bursting out with a loud belly laugh. he holds a hand out for suguru to shake. “ryomen.”

“ryomen what?”

“just ryomen.”

it’s suguru’s turn to give him an empty stare, before reaching out and giving the man a firm handshake. “geto.”

“geto what?” he mimes.

“if i see you drive, i’ll tell you.”

ryomen seems oddly satisfied with that answer, until his eyes land on me. “i guess blondie doesn’t talk much, huh?”

don’t piss me off.

“i don’t have anything to say,” i respond as politely as i can.

“well, i hope the next time i find you three here, you do,” ryomen finishes the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, and begins to put his leather jacket back on. he couldn’t have been seated for more than 5 minutes.

“leaving so soon?” satoru rags. his usual bright blue eyes are dark with irritation. suguru still seems indifferent, but we both know better. the stranger’s aura screams at people to stay away from him.

“i have places to be,” he sets some money beneath his empty glass. “someone to see, more like.”

as ryomen walks out the door, suguru puts out his cigarette in the glittering crystal tray in front of him before he opens his mouth to speak.

“i fucking hate that guy.”

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“i just saw her.”

“is that right?”

“they fixed the windows.”

“well, what are you gonna do about it?”

“i have a few ideas.”

“where is she?”

“same place as your son.”

“heh, what a coincidence.”

“i’ll leave her alone for now, make her feel safe for a while.”

“whatever.”

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“how did we end up here?”

you giggle at takuma’s question. you don’t quite remember either. a soft blanket from his bed is the only barrier between you and the cement of the dorm’s rooftop. you both sit with your backs against the edge’s raised barrier, sharing a cigarette as you sober up. you’re snuggled into takuma’s side, warm and protected as he holds you tight. “i don’t know, but the stars look so beautiful.”

“how many do you think there are?”

“hmmm,” you pretend to think while he places the cigarette between your fingers. “should we count them and see?”

“absolutely, we should,” his voice is serious. “we can take turns.”

“you must still be drunk, kuma,” you laugh, hot smoke rolling out from your throat. “it’s impossible to count them all, you know that!”

“we could try, though.”

“it would take forever,” you pass the cigarette back.

“i’d still do it for you if you wanted me to.” you crane your head up to look at takuma. he’s already looking down at you. “and i’m not drunk,” he adds, crushing the finished butt against the cement beside him.

“you’re not?”

“not anymore. are you?”

“not anymore.”

with that, and a gentle smile, takuma takes your face in his hands and presses his lips to yours. your eyes flutter closed the same way your stomach tumbles at his touch. you’re practically swallowing the sentiment of his kiss, the passion of it radiating into your bones.

the minty, musty flavor of the tobacco makes you feel warm, enough to start sweating. your thoughts disappear and melt into his skin. you’re on the tip of euphoria when takuma pulls away to catch his breath.

“i’m fucking obsessed with you.”

your heart skips a beat, heat rushes to your cheeks. “i— uh— you are?”

“yes, one hundred percent,” he’s never spoken to you in such a serious tone, there is no playfulness in his words despite his smile. you’re absolutely flustered. you’re hesitant to share your feelings, you don’t know how to tell him you feel the same.

you’ve thought about takuma nonstop, texted him every day, longed to see him every moment. you crave his touch, his fingertips, his lips. you think about the sound of his laugh, the dimples in his smile, the feeling of his eyes on you. you’ve replayed that night in his backseat over and over again— the wet kisses on your neck, his rough digits in your heat, your slick palm around his—

“it’s only temporary.”

shit. you didn’t mean to say it out loud. it’s something you have to remind yourself about when you feel your stomach churning with butterflies at the thought of takuma. his eyes flicker with something unrecognizable. “i know.”

your face is still in his hands, the heat of them burning into your cheeks. you don’t pull away, but you force your eyes to look away from him. “…sorry.”

“why are you sorry?”

“i didn’t mean to say that, didn’t want to.”

“i’m not upset,” he sheepishly grins. “i think about that all the time, too.”

“really?”

“of course i do,” he nods, the tips of your noses tap together. “but just like we said before… if this is just a dumb summer fling, then so be it.”

“yeah,” you smile. the butterflies float back into your stomach. “so be it.”

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itwdoris · 9 hours ago

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I need toji to suck the piss out of me again. I need geto to teach me how to pee like a big girl. I need piss. I need Nanami to pee inside me. I need Ino to pee on me like a good boy.

toji rubbing his thumb against your clit as he grin, lips and chin wet dripping because your piss won't stop gushing out and he's drinking it all, fitting his mouth on your messy pussy to get more, sucking your little piss hole until there's not a drop left, he wants it all.

geto patting your little bundle of nerves, encouraging you to do it right, fingers opening your labia while he holds you back against his chest, with his face in your neck mumbling such soft things, helping you to pee like a big one and smiling so pleased to see the stream leaking from your pussy, so well taught.

nanami shoving himself on your needy hole, so tightly against your velvet walls as he soak it with his piss, slurred voice moaning low, sighing in relief, you can feel the endless warm liquid filling you up more and more, leaking out every time he thrusts, so deep. he knows you can take it all, for him.

ino whimpering because he can no longer stand his cock so hard for you and with his bladder so full begging for release, concentrating so that he can piss in your pretty pussy that's wide open for him. a good boy trying to aim the strong stream of piss, making such a mess and moaning cuz you look so beautiful soaked in his piss.

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mahgyu · 5 months ago

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Ino smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact!

──── Your parents may not approve of your relationship with Ino, but that wasn't enough to make him stay away from you, let alone to stop him from invading your room during the night.

"Ah! Takuma, fuck." Ino grinned unabashedly, gripping your hips as he increases the pace of his thrusts.

"Shhh..." He whispers against your ear, slowly licking below the cartilage. "We don't want your dad to come in here and find his good daughter sitting on the troublemaker he forbade you from seeing, isn't it, love?"

Your intimacy throbs, squeezing the hard cock between your wet walls as you ride up and down on Ino's thick length. Your forehead pressed against his shoulder, biting your lips to contain the loud sounds, but unable to help the gasping breaths that escape from oneself.

"Hmm... Fuck, princess." He throws his head back, groaning softly, leaning against the headboard of the bed, lowering his gaze to watch his own cock disappear into your hungry pussy, drawing air through his teeth at the obscene sight. "So damn hot, baby."

You disengage from Ino's shoulder to kiss him messily, intertwining the tongues in quick movements, not holding back the interrupted moan you let out when he held onto your ass more firmly, thrusting deeper into you.

The sound of his full balls slapping against you was starting to get loud, and you wanted to warn him, but all that came out of your mouth were whimpering moans and gasping breaths.

Both stared at each other, intoxicated by one another. "You're almost coming, aren't you, pretty? squeezing me like that..." Ino murmured against your lips, feeling your insides clench around his cock. "Come, kitten, make a mess on me." He urges with his voice still low.

You kiss him again, intending to contain the scandalous moans that wanted to escape your mouth. "Takuma-ah!" You whimper against the boy's soft lips as you unravel against his skilled movements.

Ino releases a restrained grunt against the skin of your shoulder, spurting inside you as his orgasm arrives. Breathing heavily as he gradually slows down his movements.

"Holy shit!" He breathes out. You smile shyly, equally trying to regulate your breathing. "You better go home, Takuma, before my parents come to see what those noises were." You warn him as you give pecks on Ino's lips and try to get out of his lap.

"So is that it? You use me and then just throw me away? I'm just a whore to you, aren't I?" He feigns drama, both of you laughing softly as you lightly tap his shoulder. "Let me stay just a little while longer, okay?" Ino clings to you like a koala, ignoring your protests and holding you affectionately in his embrace.

Takuma Ino's Version! Before concluding the series, is there any other character you would like to suggest?

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nanaslutt · 3 months ago

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putting them on a sex ban

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

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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faithums · 5 months ago

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jjk men accidentally walking into you when you’re showering… [pre-relationship]

✎ synopsis: are they curt with respect? or downright flithy?

Inclu. gojo, nanami, choso, toji, geto, sukuna, shiu, ino

[an: not changing contact names n pictures for my personal well-being thanks pooks ♡ and let’s ignore the spelling mistake in suguru’s]

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rieamena · 3 months ago

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totally (not) beating the allegations

best friend!takuma ino headcanons

contains... best friends to lovers, mutual pining, casual confession of love, kisses (platonic), kisses (romantic), modern au, high school to university au, living together-ish, fem intended reader, pet names (baby, babe, love, sexy, handsome, beautiful, sweetie, the list goes on and on), lots of physical touch, nicknames (you call takuma, kuma.), reader has a mother and a father, y'all are basically dating just without the label...

word count: 2.3k (this wasn't supposed to be long. i told myself 0.8k maximum...)

riea's comments: all sixteen people living in takuma city RISE UP! i miss my husband of 35 years so much, come back to me loml :(( something to munch on while y'all wait for the next full throttle chapter. also not too much on me if this is a drabble and not hcs idk the difference :))

first off... i just wanna say that i KNOW I KNOW that ino is one of the funniest people in the jjk cast idc idc!!! if he had more screentime (and if the situation wasnt dire) my boy would be crackin some jokes!!!!

you've been friends with takuma for around 7 years, your first meeting happening in tenth grade, when your teacher paired you two up for an interview project. when time came to actually record the interviews, it was hard to edit out you two laughing uncontrollably every fifteen seconds or so

i mean, you two just had so much in common!!! same favorite color, same favorite franchise, same favorite tv show, same favorite video game; it was like yall were the same person. there was just one thing you both disagreed on: whether hex code #286061 was blue or green

your argument ended up being the last ten minutes of the final video you submitted...

without a doubt, after that, you two became inseparable. in school, people would take notice of your closeness. when one of you were absent, teachers would jokingly ask "where's the other one?"

there was not a single thing you didn't do together, homework, go to the gym, gossip, eavesdrop, etc etc. so of course, you ended up applying to the same universities and when it came time for college acceptance season...

takuma invited you over, forcing you to bring your mailed letters from the eight universities. sprawling out over his lap, you took in the all too familiar sight of his room. you've been in his room more times than you've been in your own (and vice versa!)

i mean ino's been over to your place so many times that he calls your parents mom and dad. and you've been over to his house so much that takuma's mom practically jumped for joy every time you burst through the front doors with a "guess who's home!!!" so it was completely normal that you guys knew the ins and outs of each other's rooms, right?

"kuma, baby," you started with a sigh, reveling in your best friend's repetitive motions. running his hand through your hair, ino looked down at you, eyes showing that he was listening. "i'm scared, what if we don't–"

"ah-ah-ah! no negativity here!" he cut you off, pushing you off his lap and grabbing the letters you left on his desk. "listen here beautiful," takuma says, bringing a hand to your cheek, his heart swelling when you subconsciously leaned into it, "we're gonna take each other's letters, and open them," he handed you a white envelope, the logo of both of yours dream university on it, "starting with, kyōmei."

taking a well needed deep breath, you nodded. "okay," you and ino began to open the envelopes at the same time, only looking at each other when you saw the status. "accepted or rejected in 3...2...1..."

"ACCEPTED"

cue the mandatory silence before the screaming. "holy shit. you got in." "you got in." "WE GOT IN!!! WE'RE GOING TO KYŌMEI!!!!" you two practically flew off the bed, jumping up and down in celebration. peppering his face in kisses, you nuzzled your face into takuma's neck. "i'm so proud of us! i mean, kyōmei," you pulled away from his neck, shaking his shoulders harshly, "the kyōmei?!!!"

anyways, soon enough, you both realized that you'd have to move away, resulting in a seven hour search for apartments near the university's campus. and just as takuma was about to give up, you found a listing for units 19A and 19B, right in the heart of the city and just a five minute walk from kyōmei

and with that, it was moving day, well, days is more like it considering that the whole process took like ten days... finding cute furniture is really hard! and moving all of it is even harder!! and don't even get me started on the appliances! although, you and takuma found a way around it

like what do both of you need a microwave for? and there isn't a reason to have two dishwashers, there wasn't even a reason to have one! y'all kept your fridges though... who was gonna be banging on the other's door in the middle of the night for some cold water??

with time, it came for the highly anticipated freshman formal, an welcome event hosted by kyōmei itself, and of course, you had to go. so here you were, staring at your figure in the mirror as your best friend's large hand rubbed your shoulder, the other zipping up your black dress. "all done!" he breathed, taking a step away so that you could see for yourself. "i look so cute~" you giggled, hearing the clack of your heels as you twirled. "you do!" he paused, looking you up and down, "when did you get that dress?"

"your mom gave it to me a couple days ago! where'd you get that tux? i don't think i've seen it before," you walked over and straightened takuma's suit, as he laughed in response, "your mom gave it to me..."

"this was planned."

"this was definitely planned."

"we should send a picture in the family group chat!"

"we should!!! but, hair first!"

notice how i said family group chat, singular, not plural. and that's because there's a gc for both of your families! it's name was a mix between "ino" and your last name, since, in all seriousness, your families were close

so here you were, sitting pretty on takuma's lap as you focused on straightening the front pieces of his hair, because that's what best friends do!

"okayyyy sexyyyy," you squealed, moving out of the way so that takuma could see himself in your vanity mirror, "damnn, i look hot!" he smiled as he checked himself out, his hand firmly on your waist (to make sure that you wouldn't fall, of course!). "i knew i was fine but, did i always look this fine?" he asked, looking up at you with his big dark brown eyes, a playful smirk evident on his face. "yes, takuma. you're the sexiest man ever. just a bit of eyeliner on you and we'll be on our way, okay?"

turning back to your station, you grabbed some brown and black pencils before starting to lightly draw over ino's outer eye corner, "do men as sexy as me really need eyeliner?" a look from you was all he needed to know to shut up and close his eyes

and oh, how he loved being so close to you. not just emotionally but physically as well. like, not every duo can say that they barge into the other's apartment to steal snacks! and speaking of snacks... let me just say, there's a whole cabinet in his kitchen reserved for your favorite foods and! he keeps your favorite ice cream flavor stocked in his freezer

you, on the other hand, have a little space where you hide takuma's favorite anything. chips, gummies, takeout menus, you name it, you have it. because your best friend is oh-so-optimistic, it can be harder for him when he's just not having the best of days. which is why when you go your (not so) separate ways at the end of the day, you pack up a basket for him. ribbons in his favorite color, his top 15 favorite snacks from that one time y'all bought one of everything in a nearby convenience store and ranked them, takeout on the way, horror flicks he's been wanting on dvd because he said "its cooler that way", and a handwritten letter from you, for my kuma, scribbled on the envelope

dropping off the basket at his door and retreating back to your place, you'd press your ear against the wall separating your units, physically feeling your heart break when you heard sniffles. that was all you needed to practically fly over to his, a few boxes of tissues in hand. because that's what best friends do!

and don't even get me started on how many belongings y'all have at the other's place... like that one time takuma walked into your apartment announcing his presence, only to be met with silence. let me set up the scene for you. you are taking a relaxing shower when you hear a knock on the door followed by four more and then three more. "come in!" you called out, unbeknownst to you, ino's voice was closer than you thought

"already in here..., anyways. is my shampoo in there?"

"the one with the purple cap?"

"yeah, thanks babe!"

"wait, can you get me my towel?"

or that time when you causally opened the door to his unit (because it was basically yours too) and greeted him with a simple pat on his head before skipping off to find those jeans you thrifted

slight cohabitation aside, the university life was definitely... something. it was clear and obvious that you two were close, a blind man could see it. but close is a really really really vague word, and it's surely not the word that describes the way the two of you act. in this friendship, terms of endearment drop like rain from clouds. every. other. sentence. contains a "babe" or "baby" or "sweetheart" or "darling" WE GET IT OKAY...

and it seems like if y'all go a single day without touching each other, a bomb will fall from the sky and earth would blow up. his hands are constantly on you, his favorite places (when in public) being your shoulders and arms, and when at home it was without a doubt your waist and thighs. just imagine how difficult it must be for people speak to you both on campus when his arm is slung around you and your hand is holding onto his side. the rumors practically created themselves....

and when i say people were shocked, i mean they were SHOCKED when y'all were like "haha, no, we're not dating!!! we're best friends!" everyone was thinking: yeah best friends who FUCK. best friends who are IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. y'all became the campus' it couple without being a couple. how does that happen??!??

however... there were a couple of people who were particularly excited to hear that you both were single. a few girls approached you one day while in the general area, asking if it was true that you and ino weren't dating. "we aren't... why?" one of the girls shifted on her feet, clearly nervous. "well... could you um... give this to him for me?!" she bowed, presenting a pretty pink envelope. you froze, staring at the item before giggling. "i see what this is about! don't worry! i'll make sure this gets to him safely!" long story short, that letter was never delivered

and on ino's side, he had some classmates pestering him about you. asking for your favorite show, candy, date style, everything under the sun. "guys, guys! she doesn't even want a boyfriend right now!" takuma shouted, even though two days prior you were complaining about how spending too much time with him was scaring all the hotties away

but let's get into the real stuff... the realization of love

for takuma, there wasn't a "wow, i'm in love with her" moment. what he does know though is that he started feeling something different for you a few months before college admission season. to him, the world was always bright with you by his side but now... it was so much brighter. it was like looking directly into the sun; it hurt but he couldn't look away, he doesn't want to look away. you're the best thing to ever happen to him, and the mere thought of ruining what you have just for some feeling—no matter how intense—isn't... right to him

and you figured it out after a dream you had one night back in high school. you dreamt of being in takuma's arms, the ones you snuck glances at when he wasn't paying attention to you. in not dream world, all you had to do was ask and he'd gladly envelop you but the vibes in this dream were different. there was tension. and it was thick. his beanie was off and thrown somewhere on the bed, your bed. looking back at him, your breath caught in your throat, "hey pretty," he slurred, drunk off tiredness. ino's called you beautiful more times than you can count; he made sure to do it at least once a week, so why... just why did this time make your stomach heat up and your heart race? you woke up with a flushed face, queasy feeling in your gut, and a deep understanding. it wasn't just platonic love anymore

"hey," you started, eyes trained on the movie in front of you, but your mind was focused on something else, "y'know how everyone thinks we're dating?" ino nodded as you reached over to grab the bowl of popcorn. "i've been thinking... maybe they're onto something..."

takuma's gulp could be heard from miles away, "wh-what are you trying to say?"

"what are we? seriously. because i can't sit here and pretend like i don't wish we were something more."

"something more like...?"

"now's not the time to be oblivious! don't you get it?! i'm—"

"i'm in love with you,"

it was like time stood still as you looked at your best friend. his face was lit by the tv screen a couple feet away, his hair was a mess, and slightly prominent dark circles were under his eyes, but... he's never looked more beautiful to you. "have been. for a long time. we've basically been dating for like four years already. four more and then we'll get married?" he flashed his signature smile

"oh, shut up," he brought your face millimeters away from his, whispering "make me." before kissing you deeply, not on your cheek, or your forehead, or your shoulders, but on your lips this time. and all the times after that too

because that's what best friends lovers do, right?

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chososrightnipple · 4 months ago

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❝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.❞

: ̗̀➛ overview: telling various anime characters you want a baby.

: ̗̀➛ tw; afab!reader w/no gendered language. mentions of pregnancy and getting pregnant, first scenario is nsfw (w/ lowk breeding kink) but the rest are sfw. intentional lowercase!

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he pauses, glancing over to you. there's a certain change in his expression that you can't decipher. something in the way his feet shuffle and his shoulders tense, in the way his eyes just barely squint and his tongue darts out to lick at his lips.

"you want a.. baby?" he repeats. the last word comes out strained, as if he was choking on the idea. the idea of you staring down at a positive pregnancy test, the idea of you waddling around the house, the idea of you carrying his child.

you nod, eyeing his form in the kitchen. when your eyes meet his, he looks away and back down to the dishes in front of him. "i want your baby," you correct, almost shyly.

he audibly gulps, setting down the dish he was washing with a dull thump of glass against sink. his hands grip at the granite counter and he tilts his head backward. a long exhale escapes him. there's a pause in the air, only for a few seconds. you, sat on the couch, face flushed and wondering if your confession was a mistake, and him standing silent in the kitchen.

"my baby." he repeats. tasting the way the words sit on his tongue. toying with the implications, the ideas floating around in his head. for a brief moment, a vision of you fucked out and actually dripping with his cum flashes before his eyes.

the man shudders visibly and forces himself to take a deep breath. in, then out, and in again.

he turns around and leans against the granite counter, crossing his tense arms over his chest. this time, when you go to meet his eyes, you find his gaze is already boring into yours. there's an air of certainty around him, something that leaves you feeling strangely breathless. hooded eyes never leaving yours, jaw ticking and lips turning upwards, almost smugly.

he brings a shaky hand up to run through his hair. pushing back stray strands and ruffling. you can't tell if the action is out of nerves or if he's just struggling that hard with holding himself back.

"hm. guess i'll have to make you one then."

↳ (jjk) toji fushiguro, geto suguru, gojo satoru, (mha) keigo takami, dabi, aizawa shouta, shigaraki tomura, (kny) sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui

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you can feel his entire body tense behind you after you blurt the words out. the arms around your waist tightening their hold, the legs entangled with yours going rigid. even the small breaths that fan your neck momentarily pause, and you suddenly feel cold.

"sweetheart?" you whisper out, wondering if you had made some kind of mistake admitting your desire for a baby. that maybe you guys aren't ready for that conversation, yet.

from behind you, he exhales sharply, a small noise escaping his throat. then, the hands on your waist are suddenly gripping into your skin, and he's haphazardly maneuvering you until your face to face with him. no longer spooning, but rather brushing noses and sharing breaths.

"what did you just say?" the words are muttered, whispered like a secret only you two share.

he's staring at you with such a look that every nerve under your skin begins to burn. it's more than affection, more than desire, more than love. like he never wants to look away, like he can stand witness to the expansion of the universe just from looking into your eyes.

you swallow harshly, a hand coming up to play with the back of his hair. something to ground you back to reality. he preens at the touch, and you can feel a shiver rack through him.

"i said i want to have a baby." you hum, soft and sweet.

his eyes fall shut and he leans his forehead against yours. the grip he has on your waist tightens, his other hand beginning to run up and down your back. as if he's struggling to keep his head out of the clouds just as much as you are.

"really? you wanna start a family with me?" he chokes the words out, as if the utter idea of it seems impossible. as if you'd never want him, want the life he's also been daydreaming about.

you cusp at his cheek, thumbing at the soft skin. something warm fills you, every inch of your body, tingling at your fingertips. you think about it all over again- him, a father, running around a fenced in yard, chasing a giggling toddler, the smell of lunch cooking in the background. and you, watching it all from a swing on the porch. how could you not want that?

you smile, "honey, i want to start a life with you."

↳ (jjk) yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, choso kamo, (mha) natsuo todoroki, toshinori yagi, (kny) obanai iguro, tomioka giyuu, rengoku kyujuro

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the car tires squeal as he briefly loses control of the wheel, jerking it to the left and just barely missing the concrete lane divider. your grip onto your seatbelt, and the only reason you don't go flying forward is the arm of your lover jutting out in front of you. with a small curse, he straightens out the car and hits the brakes.

the car behind you beeps angrily, though he only waves them off through the window before focusing back on the road. it's silent for a few seconds, the two of you catching you breaths and trying to quiet the loud heartbeat of adrenaline. you begin to think that blurting out your want for a baby while on the road wasn't the brightest idea.

the man sitting beside you finally speaks up a few moments later. his words come out breathless and high pitched. "a baby?! like... a real one?"

you snap your head towards him and, in irritation, begin to slap at his shoulder and arm. "are you kidding!? you almost kill us and that's the first thing you say to me?! i'm being serious! i want a baby!"

he whines, weakly fending off your attacks with his other hand. "oka- okay! stop hitting me, jesus!" he groans, attention diverted between the green light in front of him and your pouting face.

you finally relent after one final slap and huff in annoyance. crossing you arms and slouching against the passenger seat like a toddler who hasn't been given their way.

he eyes you from the drivers seat with a wobbly lip. trying desperately to hold back the laugh brewing inside of him, knowing it'll only serve to annoy you further. he seems to have a special talent at that.

"stop pouting, c'mon now. look at me, love." he coos, taking one of his hands off the wheel and instead using it to caress your cheek. tapping at your nose, twirling at your hair, then gripping your chin and tilting it toward him.

he spares a brief glance toward you, not wanting to take his eyes off of the road for too long. "you really want a baby? i'll give you one, yeah? i'll trash the condoms myself as soon as we get home. how's that sound?"

you roll your eyes, but he can see the amusement cracking through your expression bit by bit. then, finally, you smile. small at first, before it splits wide across your lips. he awes audibly, pinching at your cheeks before you slap his hand away.

yeah, he doesn't think he'd mind a baby with you. not if they got your pretty little smile (and, hopefully, something of his, too).

↳ (jjk) yuji itadori, gojo satoru, ino takuma, (mha) keigo takami, hizashi yamada, mirio togata, (kny) tengen uzui

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sleepincrow · 19 days ago

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My, oh my.

context. theyre surprised by your (first but definitely not last) sudden boldness.

ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo and ino takuma

txt. for the love of everything thats jjk i couldnt make haibara 😔 i wanted to experiment w him but he'll probably come back as a guest soon. i wanna test out other characters too... dont pay attention to the battery

pt.2 (toji and sukuna)

gojo satoru.

suguru geto.

nanami kento.

choso kamo.

ino takuma.

#jjk #jjk smau #smau #jjk x reader #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader #ino takuma x reader #ino x reader #gojo #geto #nanami #choso #ino #ino takuma

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cxvii666 · 16 days ago

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no-context boyfriend txts w/ ten

FEATURING!

YUJI ITADORI, DENKI KAMINARI, HANTA SERO, hitoshi shinsou, eren yeager, ryuunoske tanaka, KEIGO TAKAMI, takuma ino, connie springer, hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa, (i could see) yuuta okkotsu, osamu miya, tetsurou kuroo, satori tendou, yuu nishinoya, koushi sugawara, satoru gojo, also suguru geto (he gives closet weirdo), jean kirstein, yuuji terushima, togata mirio + ur faves ofc x

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mochroialainn · 2 months ago

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𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

description: you're tired or waiting on them making a move, so you send them a saucy picture characters: Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Ino Takuma, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong warnings NSFW, 18+, suggestive, flirty divider credit: @cafekitsune

𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰

𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙤

𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞

𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙤

𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙢𝙖

𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤

𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙪 𝙠𝙤𝙣𝙜

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jaybirdluvr73 · 3 hours ago

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You go on a date with someone else

Starring: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Ino, Sukuna

Contains: mild angst, jealousy, swearing, modern au sukuna, ooc sukuna, not proofread

Part One

Taglist: @totallygyomeiswife

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swirlingcurses · 1 month ago

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PRE-RELATIONSHIP: can I have your friend's number?

AKA: you ask them for the number of someone you know they have the number of. They're not happy to share, though.

⤚⥈ ft.: gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, higuruma, ino, yuki, choso, utahime, toji, shiu

⤚⥈ warning: suggestive in a few and I think that's it

⤚⥈ author's note: idk how to feel about them like it was more fun when i was making the drafts then when putting it together, but oh well! Maybe some of you will enjoy <3 (also I hope you're all doing fine)

Don't think too much about why y/n doesn't have some numbers

GOJO

GETO

SHOKO

NANAMI

HIGURUMA

INO

YUKI

CHOSO

UTAHIME

TOJI

SHIU

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stargirl-int3rlud3 · 9 months ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

adults of jjk x reader

🗯 ! swearing, cuddling, snoring, mentions of the sound of heartbeats, sleepwalking, drooling, insomnia, almost being crushed by Toji !

synopsis; how i interpret jjk characters would be like to share a bed with. — ♡

GOJO; In my opinion I think Gojo snores, not like loud ass snores (well, maybe sometimes), but like soft snores when he’s deep in sleep. The soft noises he admits while asleep always tends to lull you right to sleep even if you weren’t previously tired. Gojo subconsciously cuddles you in his sleep, however, it wasn’t always like this. It took awhile for Gojo to be truly comfortable having someone else sleep in his bed because he had gotten so accustomed to being by himself. One time he even freaked out when he rolled over in bed and felt someone on the other side of his bed, you had to calm him down and reassure him it was just you. Continuing, Gojo sometimes rolls himself off the bed. When you started sleeping in his bed he’d roll to your side and then when his body realized he couldn’t roll any farther he rolled the other way off the bed.

Due to an exhausting day at work, Gojo had headed to bed earlier than usual. You quietly make your way into Gojo’s room seeing him laying shirtless with both his legs and the blankets sprawled chaotically across the bed. A tingly warmth brought its way to your face as you could never quite get over how genuinely attractive and fit your boyfriend was. Crawling into bed with as much cautions as you could muster, you hear the soft snores release from his slightly parted lips. You laid on your back staring at the ceiling until you realized your brain was still quite awake, this is when you made the decision to scroll on your phone for a few. Just as your eyes began to feel tired and had started to close, a loud THUD made your eyes widen and your body sit up. Instinctual, you look over at Gojo to find him not where you had last saw him, you scramble to the other side of the bed to see Gojo rubbing his head which you assume he hit when he fell off the bed. You place yourself between his scrunched up legs to examine his head, giving it a few kisses before looking back into the beautiful eyes you had fallen in love with. A light dust of pink is brushed across his cheeks as he gives you a laugh, you push his shoulder which then results in him pulling you to the ground on top of him. He reaches on the bed and pulls a pillow and a blanket from off of it. Placing the pills under his head and the blanket over you two, there you two fall asleep on the floor together.

GETO; Unlike Gojo, Geto gets immediately used to the feeling of you in bed, so much so that when he doesn’t feel you in his bed he gets worried. He needs to be touching you at all times when you guys are in bed. I believe Geto to be a light sleeper, small things can wake him up but he also falls asleep easily. Geto sleepwalks every now and again, you have to double check all the doors are locked so he doesn’t leave and get hurt or lost. When sleepwalking he doesn’t do anything particularly weird, usually he just walks around and then either goes back to sleep in bed or on the couch. It really freaked you out the first time you found him sleepwalking.

On one particular night you had been falling in and out of sleep constantly making it difficult to truly go to sleep. Geto had his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in your spot next to him. While in the midst of falling in and out of sleep you must’ve not realized his arm had left your waist until you heard noises coming from somewhere outside of the bedroom. Slightly freaked out, you turn to Geto but he’s no where to be seen. Relief began to flood throughout your body as you get up to go looking for your boyfriend.

“Geto what’re you doing up, it’s so late?”

You rub your eyes as they make out Geto’s figure standing completely still in the kitchen.

“Geto?”

No response once again. At this point you were even more freaked out. Hoping he was just messing with you or something, you get closer to him and reach your hand out towards his shoulder. He swiftly turns and heads for the bedroom, freaking you out due to the fast movement. You made an executive decision to just sleep on the couch for the rest of the night.

When morning hit you were woken up by Geto asking you why you were sleeping on the couch, you explained his oddness last night and he apologized before telling you about how every once in awhile he sleepwalks. He made sure to make your favorite breakfast even though you insisted that he didn’t have to do that.

NANAMI; Nanami is also quite a light sleeper, but he needs some kind of noise to put him to sleep as well as complete darkness. Well, if you need some light because you can’t fall asleep in the dark cause it freaks you out he’ll absolutely let you do so. He prioritizes you sleeping over him sleeping. Nanami is always very warm so he usually doesn’t sleep with a blanket but instead a thin sheet of some sort and because his body is often quite warm you don’t have to worry about a blanket you just cling to him. Nanami also makes sure you have a glass of water by your bed every night in case you get thirsty.

Sleep had began to consume you when you and Nanami were curled up on the couch watching a movie and now even more so. Nanami held you up as you wobbled to your shared bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and made sure you were comfortable and cozy. A whine admitted from your mouth causing Nanami to turn back to you. You shiver and begin to rub your upper arms to show him you were cold as he was about to get a blanket, you whined again. With a soft smile on his face, knowing exactly what you wanted, he crawled into the empty space next to you and you buried yourself in his warmth. The warmth of your loving boyfriend drifted you right to sleep so much so that you began to snore a little. Unfortunately, to your dismay, you had gotten parched in the middle of the night so now here you were trying to move as slowly and quietly as possible out of Nanami’s arms. Which you somehow successfully did and were currently tip-toeing to the kitchen but as you opened the door and stepped out of the room an obnoxiously loud creaked echoed through the room instantly waking up Nanami. “My love? Why are you awake?” Nanami’s soft voice asks. “Um..I was thirsty” “Let me get it for you” He quickly gets out of bed and passes by you to get you a glass of water from the kitchen. When he comes back and hands it to you, you give him a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek for his act of kindness. After that, you two are back to sleep in no time.

SHOKO; Sleep hasn’t been in Shoko’s vocabulary for awhile, she’s an insomniac after all. However, she tries her best to get as much sleep as her body will allow when you give her those big, pleading eyes. Who is she to say no to someone as cute as you? She has noticed that she sleeps more when she sleeps with you so now you try to sync your sleep schedule to hers, well, for the most part at least. You’ve even gotten her to take melatonin. If Shoko gets tired somewhere and falls asleep in your lap then you’ll stay there until she wakes up. To be honest, you’re just happy she’s sleeping.

You were sitting in the morgue waiting for Shoko to finish up what she was doing when you felt something in your lap. There laid Shoko’s head. You couldn’t contain your smile as you grazed your fingers through her hair. It didn’t take very long for Shoko to fall asleep, you knew it wouldn’t. She had a long day and she’d been exhausted since the minute she started. So, you spent this time admiring every bug and small feature that graced your girlfriend’s gorgeous face. Everything about her was beautiful, she’s beautiful. A few hours pass when Gojo walks in about to be his usual loud self when you give him a glare and hold your finger up to your lips. He marvels at the sight of a peaceful Shoko fast asleep in your lap. “Wow, you got her to sleep. You deserve an award for that” You roll your eyes at the man’s joke before looking back at the women in your lap. “God you’re really in love with her” In seconds, a red hue tints your cheeks as you flip Gojo off. He laughs knowing he just read you so easily, but in your mind all you could think is how could someone not love Shoko. “Are you sure you’re okay staying like that? Your legs must hurt” “I’m fine Gojo, I’d rather have her get as much as she can” Gojo leaves you two be so he doesn’t accidentally wake up Shoko and is forced to face your wrath.

UTAHIME; Utahime will never admit it but she loves to listen to your heartbeat to fall asleep. The sound just calms her so easily. Utahime is a heavy sleeper, she very rarely will wake up if you accidentally make noise. She doesn’t mind if you have your head laying on her shoulder or your holding hands when you sleep but she needs her own space. You both like to have your own sense of space but there are times where she wants to be closer (aka when she wants to listen to your heartbeat)

The sunshine soaked you and Utahime in its rays as you lay in the grass relishing in the warmth. The mix of the warm sun on her skin and the sound of your heartbeat echoing throughout her brain made her start to feel really sleep. She tried her best to stay awake but was soon succumbed to sleep. You watched as her eyes fought to stay open before fluttering closed. Her porcelain like skin shined brightly in the sun as you begin to feel yourself drifting to sleep and soon enough you are also sleeping in the warm rays of the sun with Utahime peaceful asleep on top of you.

INO; Ino is a big cuddler, to be fair he’s a big softy in general. He prefers being little spoon and will proudly admit that to the world. Now don’t get me wrong he has his moments where he wants you to be little spoon mostly because he likes the sight of you laying on top of him. Anyways, he snores AND drools when he sleeps but it’s not a lot of drool like it’s just a little bit and it’s actually so cute. He’s cute (he’s very pookie). He doesn’t exactly snore quietly but it isn’t that loud, like it’s not unbearable. He also cannot sleep without you now that you’ve started sleeping in the same bed.

Ino had been talking about how exhausted he was waiting for a call from his job so you told him, he could just fall asleep on top of you and you’d wake him up when he got a call from his job. He thanked you and in no time he was sleeping soundly. It didn’t take very long for the exhausted Ino to fall into a deep sleep and begin to snore. You had to hold back your giggles to not make the boy centimeters away from you. Not long after that he had began to drool on your chest. It was slightly gross but his cute face as he slept was far greater than any kind of grossness. You held him closer as if it might make you two fuse together so neither of you will ever have to leave each other. To both of your guys dismay, his phone rings and you’re forced to wake him up. As he blinks his eyes open and picks up the phone he realizes the drool stain on your shirt. A pinkish blush spread to his face as he scratches his head and mouths the words ‘sorry’. You kiss his free hand, letting him know that it’s okay. He smiles at you and give you a kiss on your head before returning back to his call.

TOJI; This man is pretty damn huge, he’s a fucking wall for crying out loud so the only space you ever really have is if you lay on top of him. I mean, hell, he’s not complaining. Sometimes you have to check if he’s dead because he sleeps so heavily and doesn’t make any noise. Toji does have a tendency to roll around in his sleep which isn’t always good for you cause he has almost crushed you a few times.

It was a peaceful night of sleeping. Toji had held you especially close since he had been gone for so long. Every bump and curve of your body was kissed by Toji. He hadn’t left your side since he came back, and you weren’t complaining. Once night fell and the moon came out, Toji hurried you off to bed. Toji wouldn’t outwardly admit it but he missed you sleeping on top of him. It just felt right with you and so when you weren’t there he began to sleep less. As you crawl your way on top of Toji, he smirks at you and caresses your face in his hands. Purely on instinct you push your face farther into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours. He leans in to give you a goodnight kiss, this one lasts longer than usual but you don’t mind at all. Within no time at all you two are sound asleep. Toji is so sound asleep that he begins to turn his body, an action you don’t notice until it’s too late. Ot only takes you a few seconds to realize that there’s a giant hunk of a man crushing your rib cage. You try pushing him back over, doesn’t work. You try poking and smacking him, hoping that he’ll wake up, doesn’t work. You try wiggling your way out and that works for a few but it also takes a lot of energy out of you. You pinch him and he stirs a minute so you continue with that until he grumbles and his eyes open with an annoyed look. That soon fades (for the most part) when he realizes he’s laying in top of you. Quickly, he moves and places you back into op if his chest. You thank him and tell him to never do that ever again. He just shrugs and goes back to sleep while playing with your hair.

☆ | I struggled a bit with Utahime’s and Ino’s so sorry if they aren’t what you expected them to be!!