Donât You Love It When I Come Around?
Your relationship with him is so toxic. But no matter how hard you try to end things, he always worms his way back between your legs.
â§Ë*°ŕż: 18+ only, no minors.  â§. â takuma ino x f!reader
Genre: porn! with a plot!
Notes: in january i told u guys to send ino prompts and i would write my favourite and here it is, I'll add the ask below !
Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, dubcon (he's high), toxic relationship, exes to lovers?, rich boy!ino, dacryphilia, pussy eating âĄ, light nipple play, vaginal sex, love making âĄ, drool âĄ, praise, slight orgasm denial, scratching, creampie âĄ, manipulation, calls your pussy she/her, pet names (princess, baby/babe, gorgeous etc.)
Words:Â 4.6k
Donât You Love It When I Come Around?
He loves you.
He wouldnât keep coming back to you with such urgency and wanton if he didnât love you so ardently. But you ended things, and for the first time there was some finality to the breakup. Youâre weak with your will and conviction, usually. You canât take it anymore, you canât.
Being second best to every other thing is his life is too hard.
His friends, his family.
Drugs.
You want to be his top priority, but you never will be. It weighs heavy in your heart whenever youâre with him, you donât feel the type of love you want to feel from him. The kind where you know heâd kiss the ground you walk on and worship your very existence.
Fairy tale love, romance movie love.
He isnât capable. And itâs taken you too long to realise it.
And usually, you crumble when he begs. His pleas and promises to change always sway you into believing him, despite knowing the truth that heâll never change for you. He thinks money carries the same weight as love. He thinks his daddyâs credit card is the answer to all of his problems.
He wants to believe you can be bought.
He truly believes that he can buy your subservience with the same unearned money he uses to pay his dealer in fat wads of cash.
The day you met his dealer is the day you think things really began to fall apart between you. He wouldnât refrain from making lewd comments about you, a fact that has stopped you from going with him to pick up since that first encounter. Your boyfriend didnât chastise him, no. Instead, he played along. Joking that heâd be willing to share during your most intimate moments or even give you up completely to use as a payment instead of actually paying.
You broke up with him that night, leaving him alone with his friend. He didnât even bother chasing after you to apologise. He didnât care enough to check if you were okay, either. It hurt you to think that he was laughing it off with Sukuna, imagining him so nonchalant and uncaring broke your heart.
And youâre lucky you didnât have to see that you were exactly right.
You canât even remember why you forgave him that time, it should have been the final straw. He came over, sneaking into your window after your parents turned in for the night. Itâs like heâd been waiting for all of the lights to go out. He lifted it, effortlessly, before he stepped inside. He hushed your protests and panic as you worried your parents would hear and before you knew it, he was your boyfriend again.
You jolt from your thoughts as you hear a struggle to your left. Your eyes linger on the window as you notice Takuma try his hardest to lift it open. He looks up and sees you staring, and you recognise something akin to fear sprawled across his pretty face.
He canât remember the last time you locked the window.
âBaby, please.â he whispers. You shush him, determined to be strong as you approach the window and look at him sternly.
Itâs the first time in over a week since youâve laid eyes on each other, it should have been harder than it was. But youâve had plenty of practice from when he goes on drink and drug infused benders and doesnât even bother to send a measly text to let you know heâs alive.
Your fists clench tightly as you hold your parted curtains, though your will begins to dissipate as you see his soft brown stare up at you so pathetically. It feels like love. Maybe one more chance wouldnâtâ
âLet me in, baby, âm so cold.â he tells you, squatting awkwardly on the roof as he tries to convince you to see things his way. Your blood begins to boil again as you remember how fucking entitled is. Entitled in life and entitled to you. Not this time. âI think itâs gonnaââ the metal curtain pole hisses as you abruptly shut them and shut him out of your life for good.
âGo home, TakumaâŚâ you sigh, your own purposiveness decaying as your body seems to crave him, you want to help him, despite knowing youâre being manipulated.
âOh come on. Donât do this, princess. Itâs starting to rain!â he tells you.
You canât listen to him. You grab your headphones from your desk and put them over your ears. You quickly scroll through your music library until you find your feel-good playlist and turn the volume to max. Sure you might go deaf in a few years, but itâs better than listening to him do all he can to get you to let him in.
The paranoia of not knowing what heâs doing or saying out there pricks at your skin like needles. Your senses are sharp despite cancelling one of them out. You begin to hear creaks of the window and calls of your name youâre certain you canât be hearing. Your dad will come to berate you and him if he gets too rowdy. He wouldnât risk it.
INO: Gonna start singing if you donât let me in đ
You learn forward in your seat as you read his message. Heâs bluffing, he has to be. And yet, it scares you enough to pull your headphones down while your music continues to play through them. His knuckles are rapping against the window repeatedly without stopping as he waits for you to reply. He gives you a few minutes before the knocking stops, and while you hope heâs given up, you look down at your messages to see three dreaded dots appear.
INO: Youâre so cute when youâre mad
INO: What song should I sing?
You freeze as you hear him hum, even over the sound of the rain pelting down against the roof shingles and the glass of your window. Itâs a song you recognise instantly, the first song you danced to together when you met at a club two years ago.
âCome on baby, let me iiiiin~!â he speak-sings in tune with the beat and you know itâs only going to get worse. You try to hold strong, you do. The thought of giving him the satisfaction and ultimately the gateway to him winning you back makes your stomach churn, you donât want to keep being this girl.
But youâve always been weak when it comes to him.
The shriek of your curtains opening again puts a swift end to Takumaâs singing. His face lights up, and it makes you even angrier. He watches you intently as you unlock the window for him, but you step away to allow him the honour of opening it for himself.
âShit baby, Iâm soaked. Why didnât you let me in sooner?â he asks, he wrings out his beanie on your bedroom carpet before tossing it aside completely. You roll your eyes as he shuts the window and begins to undress. âCâmoooon, youâre not really giving me the silent treatment, are ya?â
You sigh and sit on your bed, carefully taking off your headphones and tucking them back into their protective casing. He barely even looks at you as you tuck your knees up to your chest and observe his every move.
âWhat do you want TakumaâŚâ you pout. âI told you I donât wanna see you anymore. Why are you here?â you ask.
He kisses his teeth, the sound makes your skin pinch together and you suddenly feel the harsh chill of the outside breaking in. He smiles at you, his sweet innocent face and warm brown eyes are almost enough to thaw you out.
âYou didnât really mean that, did ya?â he wonders. âBaby, I love you.â he kicks off his shoes and begins to undress. The audaciousness of him is never lost on you, but tonight heâs really something. He sits on the edge of your bed, his back facing you while he moves at a glacial pace.
Heâs high. Itâs obvious.
The sculptured muscles of his back flex and ripple as he takes off his socks, flinging them without a care in any direction before he stands up to look at you. You swallow, hard, as the buckle of his belt begins to clink before he pulls it out of the belt loops with one hand. Your eyes stay fixed on his as his arm extends and he lets it fall from his grip.
âBet youâve missed this dick, baby,â he smirks. âCan see it in your eyes. Youâve missed me.â
You roll your eyes despite his words hitting a nerve. His vision drops as he unbuttons his jeans, missing the way you squirm as you reposition yourself on the bed, tucking your knees further into your chest as you continue to stare while he takes off his clothes.
âWhy do you play these games, princess? You know you always come back to me.â
âItâs not a game. Iâm done with you, for real this time.â you protest. The way he bites his lip makes you angrier as he climbs on the bed with you, the mattress dipping as he slowly crawls towards you like he has so many times before.
He thinks, he knows everything you say it futile, regardless of how determined you are to not succumb to him for the umpteenth time.
âTake this off, gorgeous,â he demands as his fingers curl into the elastic waistband of your pleated skirt. You shake your head lightly, heart battering in your chest like a drum solo. He snarls, at that, like he hears your heart fighting against your weak defiance. âSuit yourself.â he mutters.
His hands wrap around your thighs and he drags you down the length of the mattress. It takes everything within you not to scream, the thought of being caught by your parents like this makes your whole body sear with heat.
âIâmââ you squeak, a little too loudly. You clear your throat and look at him, your eyes shaking with apprehension and anxiety. He wets his lips as he looks at you, waiting for you to continue. âIâm not fucking you. N-Not tonight. Not ever. Never again, Takuma⌠I m-mean it. Weâre through!â
He sighs, a little pout forming on his lips as he crawls over your body. He cages you beneath him, looking down at you with a moue of dissatisfaction.
âWhat about a kiss baby? Can I have a kiss, just one?â he asks. His voice is soft and shallow. His honeyed eyes make you crumble as he stares at you with an intensity youâve never felt from him before. Is it desperation? Is it panic that heâs really losing his grip on you? You canât even look at him directly, each turn of your head causes him to angle his own so he can continue to stare you down.
And it works.
âJust a kiss.â you mumble, your whole body relaxes when he smiles. Itâs such a sweet smile, the one that always adorned his gentle face when you first met. Youâve missed it, dearly.
Your eyes flutter closed as his lips land on yours. Itâs chaste, quick, and leaves you wanting more.
âOne more kiss, baby. Please?â
You nod, closing your eyes again. You startle when you feel the mattress shift dramatically. Words stay lodged in your throat as you see him on the ground, on his knees, looking up at you between your legs.
âNo panties? Mustâa known I was coming.â he grins. He flips up the material only slightly. His head disappears beneath the black pleats.
Itâs pathetic, truly, the whimper that flees from you when he presses a delicate kiss to your clit. You cover your mouth with your hand, and you even surprise yourself when you feel tears roll down your cheeks.
âCan I kiss her again, princess? Wanna make out with her⌠do you want me to?â he wonders, repeating the same kiss again⌠again⌠and again.
âY-Yes, Takuma please.â you moan. Your fingers card through his brunette locks, urging him closer to your heat. He complies, desperately. He slowly swirls his tongue over your swollen clit, humming contently as he encourages you to rest your legs over his shoulders.
The pleasure overwhelms you, and you allow yourself to lie comfortably against the mattress. Deep down you knew, you both knew, you were always going to end up like this.
You look between the valley of your breasts when you regain your stability. The shape of his head makes your own begin to spin as you see the material of your skirt move in tandem with his actions. The way he slurps and suckles on your flesh makes it all too clear, youâll never be able to quit him. Not really, not when heâs so perfect when heâs like this.
Maybe he does love you, maybe all of the things he tells you when you shut him out for so long are indeed true. How else would he be able to ravage you with such vigour and passion? The only time you know him to have drive and patience is in moments like this.
Heâs spoilt, but not with you.
Heâs a giver, only for you.
Your back arches from the bed when the tip of his tongue targets a particularly sensitive spot between your folds. You moan, you whine, and it only encourages him more. He doesnât stop when your thighs begin to clamp around his head. Itâs more fuel to the fire, you have to smother any and all sounds that want to escape from your body with your hand.
And that, he sees as a challenge.
He holds under the bend of your knee and pushes it, so gently, towards your chest. And still, you feel like the air has been knocked from your lungs. Your skirt is forcibly moved by the action and his face is revealed once more. His eyes glitter and shimmer with expectance and desire as he sees your own face contort from the pleasure heâs forcing upon you.
His lips suction around your clit and he sucks like itâs his sole purpose on earth. Your eyes roll back, and you practically scream into your palm. His hand wanders purposefully to cup your breast. He squeezes experimentally, rubbing his thumb over the material of your top to tease your peaked nipple. The feeling of that is almost enough to make you unravel, your hips jerk at the contact, and he decides to take it further.
He breaches the edge of your crop top, desperate to feel your soft naked mound. Your eyes fill with water and spill consistently as he adds rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger to the intense amalgamation of pleasure.
âIno⌠fuck,â you whisper pathetically, freeing your mouth momentarily to utter his name. To warn him. âIâm gonna cum.â
â⌠I know.â he mumbles before maintaining his efforts. His tongue swipes quickly over your clit, you whimper and your toes canât help but curl as he doesnât dare let up.
You grip the sheets below, desperate to hang onto something as you feel your body seconds from exploding. He shushes you between licks, drooling over your cunt as his jaw hangs low for you. You do all you can to keep quiet, but itâs a gargantuan task. Especially when you havenât felt so good for so long, itâs near impossible.
Your legs begin to quiver as you cum. Your pussy gushes and coats his face further. And for once in his life, he isnât ungrateful. He savours the taste and laps at your folds like a starving man. And after such a long time apart, thatâs exactly what he is. Heâs ravenous, heâs missed this. Heâs missed you. And heâll never not appreciate how delicious you are. And itâs all for him.
âMade such a pretty mess for me, baby,â he murmurs into your skin, repeatedly planting delicate kisses against your inner thighs. He doesnât stop as he gets on top of you, showering your stomach in the same soft kisses. Each one infused with his desire for you. His urgency to force you to remember who you belong to and who you need.
Your legs spread beautifully for him, his throbbing cock rubs against your core, dampening the material of his underwear.
His eyes fixate on yours as he looks for permission to kiss you. And you give it, instantly, humming when his lips slot against yours. His tongue delves into your mouth, his hips begin to rut into you as you make out.
You run your fingers through his hair, interlocking your fingers to keep him close as you continue humping against each other. He breathes heavily as he breaks the kiss, staring down at you with a hurt look in his eye.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask him quietly. It makes your blood run cold, the fear of wondering if heâs about to go back to the regular Takuma again. The one youâre all too familiar with, The one that always lets you down.
â⌠Donât like it when you call me Ino, baby,â he tells you. Itâs earnest, a twinge of disappointment laced in his words.
âAll of your friends call you Ino, Ino.â you repeat. It makes your heart race to defy him, you seldom do. Youâre the perfect girlfriend until you canât take anymore, but this is different. Youâve never felt bold enough to do this, to attempt to rile him up.
Never.
âStop that.â he growls, kissing you again. âYouâre not my friend. Youâre my girlfriend, alright? Say it. Please.â
âI t-told you⌠I donât want you back. Only let you in so you wouldnât wake my parents.â
He stops. He stands on his knee and looks down at you with a little frown, his lower lip almost jutting as he hears you. You canât tell if heâs actually sad, or if itâs merely panic. âDo you mean that? You donât want me back?â
You shake your head, despite it being the opposite of what you want. Itâs almost as if youâve been possessed.
â⌠So you wouldnât care if I left right now? You donât want to fuck?â he continues. You can barely look at him, youâve never seen him like this before. He might actually be upset, heâs experiencing regret for the first time in his entire life.
âWell⌠if you wanna go, I wonât stop you Takuma.â you shrug, it comes a little too easily. It feels like a dream, or a nightmare to Takuma. He canât help but stare as he realises heâs lost his control of you.
A hand rests on your knee, while the other carefully rubs the lower half of his face. He wants to ask again. And again. Is that really what you want? But heâs terrified to even think it, let alone say it. Because what if you are sure? He wonât know what to do, heâs never known you to be like this before. Maybe he took too long to come over this time, he got cocky. Assumptions and greed consumed him. He came back to you when he was ready, but he hadnât accounted for the fact you might grow a backbone in that time.
He lowers himself again, your noses barely touching before he kisses the tip of it.
âYou love me, I know you do baby,â he says, faux confidence lingering in his tone. Though you donât notice, to you, heâs just confident. The sound of tender kisses littering your cheeks is the loudest sound in the room, even louder than his desperate whispers. âYou gotta love me⌠because I love you. So much, baby, please forgive me.â
He doesnât let up, like heâs transferring a love potion embedded from his lips to seep into your skin. You mewl at the sensation, never knowing him to be this affectionate before. You know why, the agonising realisation that he lost you has him resorting to this last ditch effort.
And you hate him, because itâs working.
âIâll always love you more than anyone, yâknow. I promise. Iâll be better this timeâŚâ he tells you, the same sorry line heâs told you so many times before. âCan I put it in, babe? Please⌠Please let me feel you close one more time, if ya really mean it.â he begs. He moves his lips to yours, hoping to silence you with a kiss to remember. Thereâs a hunger to it, a desperate craving that he canât satiate.
He needs your help.
He needs you.
âL-Last time, okay? I mean it, Takuma, I wonât take you back.â
He stopped listening to you after he heard you agree, honestly. Reaching down to pull his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. He moans, itâs akin to a whine as it slaps against his abdomen. Heâs been hard since he got that first kiss from you, and tasting your slick made him ache for you.
He jerks himself a few times before he slips himself inside of your cunt. His cockhead resting carefully in your entrance. His body moves closer to yours as he sinks in further, you both moan in tandem as you stretch and swallow his cock oh so gloriously.
âS-See, baby? See how perfect I fit? âCause you love me so much, and I love you.â he explains gently holding your jaw in his grip so he can force you to look at him. His hips begin to roll, but he canât let you enjoy it. Your attempt to throw your head back in pleasure with your eyes scrunched closed is thwarted as his hips instantly slow. âYou gotta say it. Say it back, princess.â
âI love you, TakumaâŚâ you say, defeated. âYou know Iâll always love y-you.â
âYeah?â he smiles widely, moving his hips once more. âAlways gonna be mine?â
â⌠always.â you nod.
He kisses you again, his body weight almost suffocating you as he rests on top of you. He fucks every ounce of passion and longing into you. He covers your mouth, sensing itâs too much. But he canât stop. You donât want him to, youâve never felt so whole with him.
Youâre too fucked out to notice how badly your bed is creaking. Even with your moans trapped behind Takumaâs palm, heâs sure your parents will know heâs here by now.
âFuuuuck, youâre choking my fuckinâ dick, baby. Gonna make me cum too fast.â he tells you, kissing your forehead as he slams his hips into yours. âSo tight for me⌠my p-perfect girl, arenât ya?â
You nod desperately, clenching around him at his every word.
âWant you to cum for me⌠but,â he rests his forehead against yours, alternating his movements to slow and deep rather than hard and fast. It has you drooling against his palm, but he doesnât mind. He likes you, loves you, when youâre his braindead princess. âI only make my girlfriend cum.â
Your eyes widen in horror as you realise what heâs trying to do. You wish you could say you regret letting him fuck you again. But itâs too good, youâre lost to it. Youâre almost dumb enough to agree.
Almost.
He moves his hand and cups your face, imploring you to look him in his eyes and tell him youâre his again.
âI c-canât,â you sniffle. âHurts too much beingââ
âHey, hey, hey, donât say that, princess.â he interrupts, not wanting to hear your thought in full. âDonât say things you donât mean. You love me, yeah? Always gonna be my girl. Mine.â
And as if on command, you nod in acceptance. Because heâs right, you will always be his girl. Whether in an official capacity or not. Even the days youâre separated, heâs always on your mind. You worry that weeks, months or even years could pass without him and heâd still be on your mind.
A particular intense stroke inside of your gummy walls makes your body jolt and a heavy moan tears through your throat. He looks down, admiring where to two of you meet before searching your eyes.
âThere, baby?â he asks, experimentally thrusting into the same spot. He grins when he hears you keen once again for him, prodding it again and again until your eyes spill over with tears from the blinding pleasure. âTheeeere she is, right there. Bet you wanna cum real bad, âcause I do.â
âI do!â you agree, cupping his face gently before kissing him. âI love you, Takuma, please donât stop,â you whimper.
âI wonât baby, promise.â he assures you. Itâs imperceptible, and heâs glad, you canât see the relief washing over his entire body as he feels safe once again. Youâre his, again. Thereâs nowhere else you should be but with him. âC-Canât let my girl down, can I?â he grins.
And after everything. All of the hurt, all of the effort, all of the determination, youâre his again. All of that defiance was for nought. And yet, youâre smiling. Your hands helplessly grip his body, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you scratch, attempting to ground yourself.
His lips find yours, eager to silence himself as he brings you both closer and closer to your demise. His breaths are heavy, his nostrils flaring as he continues to pummel into you. Your kiss is sloppy, but perfect. The messy passion heightens your pleasure, somehow. His tongue finding your own reminds you that thereâs no one in the world youâd rather be doing this with.
Every plunge of his length against your sweet spot feels like love. Pure, unadulterated, love. Everything youâve ever wanted, ever needed, from Takuma this time.
And as you cum together, moaning into each otherâs mouths, that feels deeper. He looks into your eyes as he fills you to the brim, your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him inside and milk him for all heâs worth. You never want this feeling to end, heâs the man of your dreams.
He kisses your neck as he continues to fuck himself inside of you, making sure to deposit every last drop of his love into you. He feels it too, it feels different to how it usually is.
Better, somehow.
The pecks of his lips slow as he ventures towards yours again. Each kiss is interpolated with ardour. He doesnât want to risk stopping for fear of all of this coming undone. He doesnât want you to see sense, again. Despite what you might think, he is in love. A love so intense he couldnât begin to explain.
He eventually pulls away, bracing himself for what you might say.
But nothing comes.
Heâs grinning from ear to ear because you donât say a word. Not one. But your expression says it all. You look exhausted, but fulfilled. You look beautiful as bliss ravishes your drained form. However even without all that, he only needs to look into your eyes to see it.
You really are his girl again.
He can practically see the hearts shimmering in your irises. Youâre looking up at him like youâve fallen for that signature Takuma charm once again, but are you really so foolish? Even he is a little surprised.
He wants to do better, of course he does. And maybe this time heâll really try. He doesnât mean to let you down so often, itâs not like he wants to do it.
Thatâs just the type of guy he is.
The type to make promises he canât keep.
Š 2024 rinhaler
anon: okay but imagine ino sneaking in your bedroom every once in a while and fucking you into forgetting he's an absent boyfriend, he's always smoking with his friend (plug! sukuna *cough cough*) he's a trust fund baby, and the worst boyfriend ever but dick game is so good he has you thinking you can fix him, so every time you let him hit you are looking at him with heart eyes and it almosttt makes him want to do better
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Donât You Love It When I Come Around?
Your relationship with him is so toxic. But no matter how hard you try to end things, he always worms his way back between your legs.
â§Ë*°ŕż: 18+ only, no minors.  â§. â takuma ino x f!reader
Genre: porn! with a plot!
Notes: in january i told u guys to send ino prompts and i would write my favourite and here it is, I'll add the ask below !
Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, dubcon (he's high), toxic relationship, exes to lovers?, rich boy!ino, dacryphilia, pussy eating âĄ, light nipple play, vaginal sex, love making âĄ, drool âĄ, praise, slight orgasm denial, scratching, creampie âĄ, manipulation, calls your pussy she/her, pet names (princess, baby/babe, gorgeous etc.)
Words:Â 4.6k
Donât You Love It When I Come Around?
He loves you.
He wouldnât keep coming back to you with such urgency and wanton if he didnât love you so ardently. But you ended things, and for the first time there was some finality to the breakup. Youâre weak with your will and conviction, usually. You canât take it anymore, you canât.
Being second best to every other thing is his life is too hard.
His friends, his family.
Drugs.
You want to be his top priority, but you never will be. It weighs heavy in your heart whenever youâre with him, you donât feel the type of love you want to feel from him. The kind where you know heâd kiss the ground you walk on and worship your very existence.
Fairy tale love, romance movie love.
He isnât capable. And itâs taken you too long to realise it.
And usually, you crumble when he begs. His pleas and promises to change always sway you into believing him, despite knowing the truth that heâll never change for you. He thinks money carries the same weight as love. He thinks his daddyâs credit card is the answer to all of his problems.
He wants to believe you can be bought.
He truly believes that he can buy your subservience with the same unearned money he uses to pay his dealer in fat wads of cash.
The day you met his dealer is the day you think things really began to fall apart between you. He wouldnât refrain from making lewd comments about you, a fact that has stopped you from going with him to pick up since that first encounter. Your boyfriend didnât chastise him, no. Instead, he played along. Joking that heâd be willing to share during your most intimate moments or even give you up completely to use as a payment instead of actually paying.
You broke up with him that night, leaving him alone with his friend. He didnât even bother chasing after you to apologise. He didnât care enough to check if you were okay, either. It hurt you to think that he was laughing it off with Sukuna, imagining him so nonchalant and uncaring broke your heart.
And youâre lucky you didnât have to see that you were exactly right.
You canât even remember why you forgave him that time, it should have been the final straw. He came over, sneaking into your window after your parents turned in for the night. Itâs like heâd been waiting for all of the lights to go out. He lifted it, effortlessly, before he stepped inside. He hushed your protests and panic as you worried your parents would hear and before you knew it, he was your boyfriend again.
You jolt from your thoughts as you hear a struggle to your left. Your eyes linger on the window as you notice Takuma try his hardest to lift it open. He looks up and sees you staring, and you recognise something akin to fear sprawled across his pretty face.
He canât remember the last time you locked the window.
âBaby, please.â he whispers. You shush him, determined to be strong as you approach the window and look at him sternly.
Itâs the first time in over a week since youâve laid eyes on each other, it should have been harder than it was. But youâve had plenty of practice from when he goes on drink and drug infused benders and doesnât even bother to send a measly text to let you know heâs alive.
Your fists clench tightly as you hold your parted curtains, though your will begins to dissipate as you see his soft brown stare up at you so pathetically. It feels like love. Maybe one more chance wouldnâtâ
âLet me in, baby, âm so cold.â he tells you, squatting awkwardly on the roof as he tries to convince you to see things his way. Your blood begins to boil again as you remember how fucking entitled is. Entitled in life and entitled to you. Not this time. âI think itâs gonnaââ the metal curtain pole hisses as you abruptly shut them and shut him out of your life for good.
âGo home, TakumaâŚâ you sigh, your own purposiveness decaying as your body seems to crave him, you want to help him, despite knowing youâre being manipulated.
âOh come on. Donât do this, princess. Itâs starting to rain!â he tells you.
You canât listen to him. You grab your headphones from your desk and put them over your ears. You quickly scroll through your music library until you find your feel-good playlist and turn the volume to max. Sure you might go deaf in a few years, but itâs better than listening to him do all he can to get you to let him in.
The paranoia of not knowing what heâs doing or saying out there pricks at your skin like needles. Your senses are sharp despite cancelling one of them out. You begin to hear creaks of the window and calls of your name youâre certain you canât be hearing. Your dad will come to berate you and him if he gets too rowdy. He wouldnât risk it.
INO: Gonna start singing if you donât let me in đ
You learn forward in your seat as you read his message. Heâs bluffing, he has to be. And yet, it scares you enough to pull your headphones down while your music continues to play through them. His knuckles are rapping against the window repeatedly without stopping as he waits for you to reply. He gives you a few minutes before the knocking stops, and while you hope heâs given up, you look down at your messages to see three dreaded dots appear.
INO: Youâre so cute when youâre mad
INO: What song should I sing?
You freeze as you hear him hum, even over the sound of the rain pelting down against the roof shingles and the glass of your window. Itâs a song you recognise instantly, the first song you danced to together when you met at a club two years ago.
âCome on baby, let me iiiiin~!â he speak-sings in tune with the beat and you know itâs only going to get worse. You try to hold strong, you do. The thought of giving him the satisfaction and ultimately the gateway to him winning you back makes your stomach churn, you donât want to keep being this girl.
But youâve always been weak when it comes to him.
The shriek of your curtains opening again puts a swift end to Takumaâs singing. His face lights up, and it makes you even angrier. He watches you intently as you unlock the window for him, but you step away to allow him the honour of opening it for himself.
âShit baby, Iâm soaked. Why didnât you let me in sooner?â he asks, he wrings out his beanie on your bedroom carpet before tossing it aside completely. You roll your eyes as he shuts the window and begins to undress. âCâmoooon, youâre not really giving me the silent treatment, are ya?â
You sigh and sit on your bed, carefully taking off your headphones and tucking them back into their protective casing. He barely even looks at you as you tuck your knees up to your chest and observe his every move.
âWhat do you want TakumaâŚâ you pout. âI told you I donât wanna see you anymore. Why are you here?â you ask.
He kisses his teeth, the sound makes your skin pinch together and you suddenly feel the harsh chill of the outside breaking in. He smiles at you, his sweet innocent face and warm brown eyes are almost enough to thaw you out.
âYou didnât really mean that, did ya?â he wonders. âBaby, I love you.â he kicks off his shoes and begins to undress. The audaciousness of him is never lost on you, but tonight heâs really something. He sits on the edge of your bed, his back facing you while he moves at a glacial pace.
Heâs high. Itâs obvious.
The sculptured muscles of his back flex and ripple as he takes off his socks, flinging them without a care in any direction before he stands up to look at you. You swallow, hard, as the buckle of his belt begins to clink before he pulls it out of the belt loops with one hand. Your eyes stay fixed on his as his arm extends and he lets it fall from his grip.
âBet youâve missed this dick, baby,â he smirks. âCan see it in your eyes. Youâve missed me.â
You roll your eyes despite his words hitting a nerve. His vision drops as he unbuttons his jeans, missing the way you squirm as you reposition yourself on the bed, tucking your knees further into your chest as you continue to stare while he takes off his clothes.
âWhy do you play these games, princess? You know you always come back to me.â
âItâs not a game. Iâm done with you, for real this time.â you protest. The way he bites his lip makes you angrier as he climbs on the bed with you, the mattress dipping as he slowly crawls towards you like he has so many times before.
He thinks, he knows everything you say it futile, regardless of how determined you are to not succumb to him for the umpteenth time.
âTake this off, gorgeous,â he demands as his fingers curl into the elastic waistband of your pleated skirt. You shake your head lightly, heart battering in your chest like a drum solo. He snarls, at that, like he hears your heart fighting against your weak defiance. âSuit yourself.â he mutters.
His hands wrap around your thighs and he drags you down the length of the mattress. It takes everything within you not to scream, the thought of being caught by your parents like this makes your whole body sear with heat.
âIâmââ you squeak, a little too loudly. You clear your throat and look at him, your eyes shaking with apprehension and anxiety. He wets his lips as he looks at you, waiting for you to continue. âIâm not fucking you. N-Not tonight. Not ever. Never again, Takuma⌠I m-mean it. Weâre through!â
He sighs, a little pout forming on his lips as he crawls over your body. He cages you beneath him, looking down at you with a moue of dissatisfaction.
âWhat about a kiss baby? Can I have a kiss, just one?â he asks. His voice is soft and shallow. His honeyed eyes make you crumble as he stares at you with an intensity youâve never felt from him before. Is it desperation? Is it panic that heâs really losing his grip on you? You canât even look at him directly, each turn of your head causes him to angle his own so he can continue to stare you down.
And it works.
âJust a kiss.â you mumble, your whole body relaxes when he smiles. Itâs such a sweet smile, the one that always adorned his gentle face when you first met. Youâve missed it, dearly.
Your eyes flutter closed as his lips land on yours. Itâs chaste, quick, and leaves you wanting more.
âOne more kiss, baby. Please?â
You nod, closing your eyes again. You startle when you feel the mattress shift dramatically. Words stay lodged in your throat as you see him on the ground, on his knees, looking up at you between your legs.
âNo panties? Mustâa known I was coming.â he grins. He flips up the material only slightly. His head disappears beneath the black pleats.
Itâs pathetic, truly, the whimper that flees from you when he presses a delicate kiss to your clit. You cover your mouth with your hand, and you even surprise yourself when you feel tears roll down your cheeks.
âCan I kiss her again, princess? Wanna make out with her⌠do you want me to?â he wonders, repeating the same kiss again⌠again⌠and again.
âY-Yes, Takuma please.â you moan. Your fingers card through his brunette locks, urging him closer to your heat. He complies, desperately. He slowly swirls his tongue over your swollen clit, humming contently as he encourages you to rest your legs over his shoulders.
The pleasure overwhelms you, and you allow yourself to lie comfortably against the mattress. Deep down you knew, you both knew, you were always going to end up like this.
You look between the valley of your breasts when you regain your stability. The shape of his head makes your own begin to spin as you see the material of your skirt move in tandem with his actions. The way he slurps and suckles on your flesh makes it all too clear, youâll never be able to quit him. Not really, not when heâs so perfect when heâs like this.
Maybe he does love you, maybe all of the things he tells you when you shut him out for so long are indeed true. How else would he be able to ravage you with such vigour and passion? The only time you know him to have drive and patience is in moments like this.
Heâs spoilt, but not with you.
Heâs a giver, only for you.
Your back arches from the bed when the tip of his tongue targets a particularly sensitive spot between your folds. You moan, you whine, and it only encourages him more. He doesnât stop when your thighs begin to clamp around his head. Itâs more fuel to the fire, you have to smother any and all sounds that want to escape from your body with your hand.
And that, he sees as a challenge.
He holds under the bend of your knee and pushes it, so gently, towards your chest. And still, you feel like the air has been knocked from your lungs. Your skirt is forcibly moved by the action and his face is revealed once more. His eyes glitter and shimmer with expectance and desire as he sees your own face contort from the pleasure heâs forcing upon you.
His lips suction around your clit and he sucks like itâs his sole purpose on earth. Your eyes roll back, and you practically scream into your palm. His hand wanders purposefully to cup your breast. He squeezes experimentally, rubbing his thumb over the material of your top to tease your peaked nipple. The feeling of that is almost enough to make you unravel, your hips jerk at the contact, and he decides to take it further.
He breaches the edge of your crop top, desperate to feel your soft naked mound. Your eyes fill with water and spill consistently as he adds rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger to the intense amalgamation of pleasure.
âIno⌠fuck,â you whisper pathetically, freeing your mouth momentarily to utter his name. To warn him. âIâm gonna cum.â
â⌠I know.â he mumbles before maintaining his efforts. His tongue swipes quickly over your clit, you whimper and your toes canât help but curl as he doesnât dare let up.
You grip the sheets below, desperate to hang onto something as you feel your body seconds from exploding. He shushes you between licks, drooling over your cunt as his jaw hangs low for you. You do all you can to keep quiet, but itâs a gargantuan task. Especially when you havenât felt so good for so long, itâs near impossible.
Your legs begin to quiver as you cum. Your pussy gushes and coats his face further. And for once in his life, he isnât ungrateful. He savours the taste and laps at your folds like a starving man. And after such a long time apart, thatâs exactly what he is. Heâs ravenous, heâs missed this. Heâs missed you. And heâll never not appreciate how delicious you are. And itâs all for him.
âMade such a pretty mess for me, baby,â he murmurs into your skin, repeatedly planting delicate kisses against your inner thighs. He doesnât stop as he gets on top of you, showering your stomach in the same soft kisses. Each one infused with his desire for you. His urgency to force you to remember who you belong to and who you need.
Your legs spread beautifully for him, his throbbing cock rubs against your core, dampening the material of his underwear.
His eyes fixate on yours as he looks for permission to kiss you. And you give it, instantly, humming when his lips slot against yours. His tongue delves into your mouth, his hips begin to rut into you as you make out.
You run your fingers through his hair, interlocking your fingers to keep him close as you continue humping against each other. He breathes heavily as he breaks the kiss, staring down at you with a hurt look in his eye.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask him quietly. It makes your blood run cold, the fear of wondering if heâs about to go back to the regular Takuma again. The one youâre all too familiar with, The one that always lets you down.
â⌠Donât like it when you call me Ino, baby,â he tells you. Itâs earnest, a twinge of disappointment laced in his words.
âAll of your friends call you Ino, Ino.â you repeat. It makes your heart race to defy him, you seldom do. Youâre the perfect girlfriend until you canât take anymore, but this is different. Youâve never felt bold enough to do this, to attempt to rile him up.
Never.
âStop that.â he growls, kissing you again. âYouâre not my friend. Youâre my girlfriend, alright? Say it. Please.â
âI t-told you⌠I donât want you back. Only let you in so you wouldnât wake my parents.â
He stops. He stands on his knee and looks down at you with a little frown, his lower lip almost jutting as he hears you. You canât tell if heâs actually sad, or if itâs merely panic. âDo you mean that? You donât want me back?â
You shake your head, despite it being the opposite of what you want. Itâs almost as if youâve been possessed.
â⌠So you wouldnât care if I left right now? You donât want to fuck?â he continues. You can barely look at him, youâve never seen him like this before. He might actually be upset, heâs experiencing regret for the first time in his entire life.
âWell⌠if you wanna go, I wonât stop you Takuma.â you shrug, it comes a little too easily. It feels like a dream, or a nightmare to Takuma. He canât help but stare as he realises heâs lost his control of you.
A hand rests on your knee, while the other carefully rubs the lower half of his face. He wants to ask again. And again. Is that really what you want? But heâs terrified to even think it, let alone say it. Because what if you are sure? He wonât know what to do, heâs never known you to be like this before. Maybe he took too long to come over this time, he got cocky. Assumptions and greed consumed him. He came back to you when he was ready, but he hadnât accounted for the fact you might grow a backbone in that time.
He lowers himself again, your noses barely touching before he kisses the tip of it.
âYou love me, I know you do baby,â he says, faux confidence lingering in his tone. Though you donât notice, to you, heâs just confident. The sound of tender kisses littering your cheeks is the loudest sound in the room, even louder than his desperate whispers. âYou gotta love me⌠because I love you. So much, baby, please forgive me.â
He doesnât let up, like heâs transferring a love potion embedded from his lips to seep into your skin. You mewl at the sensation, never knowing him to be this affectionate before. You know why, the agonising realisation that he lost you has him resorting to this last ditch effort.
And you hate him, because itâs working.
âIâll always love you more than anyone, yâknow. I promise. Iâll be better this timeâŚâ he tells you, the same sorry line heâs told you so many times before. âCan I put it in, babe? Please⌠Please let me feel you close one more time, if ya really mean it.â he begs. He moves his lips to yours, hoping to silence you with a kiss to remember. Thereâs a hunger to it, a desperate craving that he canât satiate.
He needs your help.
He needs you.
âL-Last time, okay? I mean it, Takuma, I wonât take you back.â
He stopped listening to you after he heard you agree, honestly. Reaching down to pull his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. He moans, itâs akin to a whine as it slaps against his abdomen. Heâs been hard since he got that first kiss from you, and tasting your slick made him ache for you.
He jerks himself a few times before he slips himself inside of your cunt. His cockhead resting carefully in your entrance. His body moves closer to yours as he sinks in further, you both moan in tandem as you stretch and swallow his cock oh so gloriously.
âS-See, baby? See how perfect I fit? âCause you love me so much, and I love you.â he explains gently holding your jaw in his grip so he can force you to look at him. His hips begin to roll, but he canât let you enjoy it. Your attempt to throw your head back in pleasure with your eyes scrunched closed is thwarted as his hips instantly slow. âYou gotta say it. Say it back, princess.â
âI love you, TakumaâŚâ you say, defeated. âYou know Iâll always love y-you.â
âYeah?â he smiles widely, moving his hips once more. âAlways gonna be mine?â
â⌠always.â you nod.
He kisses you again, his body weight almost suffocating you as he rests on top of you. He fucks every ounce of passion and longing into you. He covers your mouth, sensing itâs too much. But he canât stop. You donât want him to, youâve never felt so whole with him.
Youâre too fucked out to notice how badly your bed is creaking. Even with your moans trapped behind Takumaâs palm, heâs sure your parents will know heâs here by now.
âFuuuuck, youâre choking my fuckinâ dick, baby. Gonna make me cum too fast.â he tells you, kissing your forehead as he slams his hips into yours. âSo tight for me⌠my p-perfect girl, arenât ya?â
You nod desperately, clenching around him at his every word.
âWant you to cum for me⌠but,â he rests his forehead against yours, alternating his movements to slow and deep rather than hard and fast. It has you drooling against his palm, but he doesnât mind. He likes you, loves you, when youâre his braindead princess. âI only make my girlfriend cum.â
Your eyes widen in horror as you realise what heâs trying to do. You wish you could say you regret letting him fuck you again. But itâs too good, youâre lost to it. Youâre almost dumb enough to agree.
Almost.
He moves his hand and cups your face, imploring you to look him in his eyes and tell him youâre his again.
âI c-canât,â you sniffle. âHurts too much beingââ
âHey, hey, hey, donât say that, princess.â he interrupts, not wanting to hear your thought in full. âDonât say things you donât mean. You love me, yeah? Always gonna be my girl. Mine.â
And as if on command, you nod in acceptance. Because heâs right, you will always be his girl. Whether in an official capacity or not. Even the days youâre separated, heâs always on your mind. You worry that weeks, months or even years could pass without him and heâd still be on your mind.
A particular intense stroke inside of your gummy walls makes your body jolt and a heavy moan tears through your throat. He looks down, admiring where to two of you meet before searching your eyes.
âThere, baby?â he asks, experimentally thrusting into the same spot. He grins when he hears you keen once again for him, prodding it again and again until your eyes spill over with tears from the blinding pleasure. âTheeeere she is, right there. Bet you wanna cum real bad, âcause I do.â
âI do!â you agree, cupping his face gently before kissing him. âI love you, Takuma, please donât stop,â you whimper.
âI wonât baby, promise.â he assures you. Itâs imperceptible, and heâs glad, you canât see the relief washing over his entire body as he feels safe once again. Youâre his, again. Thereâs nowhere else you should be but with him. âC-Canât let my girl down, can I?â he grins.
And after everything. All of the hurt, all of the effort, all of the determination, youâre his again. All of that defiance was for nought. And yet, youâre smiling. Your hands helplessly grip his body, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you scratch, attempting to ground yourself.
His lips find yours, eager to silence himself as he brings you both closer and closer to your demise. His breaths are heavy, his nostrils flaring as he continues to pummel into you. Your kiss is sloppy, but perfect. The messy passion heightens your pleasure, somehow. His tongue finding your own reminds you that thereâs no one in the world youâd rather be doing this with.
Every plunge of his length against your sweet spot feels like love. Pure, unadulterated, love. Everything youâve ever wanted, ever needed, from Takuma this time.
And as you cum together, moaning into each otherâs mouths, that feels deeper. He looks into your eyes as he fills you to the brim, your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him inside and milk him for all heâs worth. You never want this feeling to end, heâs the man of your dreams.
He kisses your neck as he continues to fuck himself inside of you, making sure to deposit every last drop of his love into you. He feels it too, it feels different to how it usually is.
Better, somehow.
The pecks of his lips slow as he ventures towards yours again. Each kiss is interpolated with ardour. He doesnât want to risk stopping for fear of all of this coming undone. He doesnât want you to see sense, again. Despite what you might think, he is in love. A love so intense he couldnât begin to explain.
He eventually pulls away, bracing himself for what you might say.
But nothing comes.
Heâs grinning from ear to ear because you donât say a word. Not one. But your expression says it all. You look exhausted, but fulfilled. You look beautiful as bliss ravishes your drained form. However even without all that, he only needs to look into your eyes to see it.
You really are his girl again.
He can practically see the hearts shimmering in your irises. Youâre looking up at him like youâve fallen for that signature Takuma charm once again, but are you really so foolish? Even he is a little surprised.
He wants to do better, of course he does. And maybe this time heâll really try. He doesnât mean to let you down so often, itâs not like he wants to do it.
Thatâs just the type of guy he is.
The type to make promises he canât keep.
Š 2024 rinhaler
anon: okay but imagine ino sneaking in your bedroom every once in a while and fucking you into forgetting he's an absent boyfriend, he's always smoking with his friend (plug! sukuna *cough cough*) he's a trust fund baby, and the worst boyfriend ever but dick game is so good he has you thinking you can fix him, so every time you let him hit you are looking at him with heart eyes and it almosttt makes him want to do better
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Being a housewife rn and making dinner for Kay for when he gets done with work
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yes i did!!! ino owns my heart the same way you do so only the best for when i get to read the ficđđ
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omggggg ur so SWEET MY TEETH R GONNA ROT hehehe I hope it's worth the wait bby you'll have to let me know what u think :3
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i'm too extra and i bought a bottle of rose to drink while reading the ino fic tonight lol
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STOPPPP DID U REALLY đđ
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I've rearranged all of my boards and changed the covers of them all.. wow
it's far too easy to get distracted on pinterest I was looking for one thing and now I'm looking at literally anything and everything else
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it's far too easy to get distracted on pinterest I was looking for one thing and now I'm looking at literally anything and everything else
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not gonna see my bf much today and my bestie has plans so i might actually start a new multichap ive been thinking abt for weeks
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the ino fic is officially!! done!!!!!!!
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ur so sweet đĽš
GOOD LUCKK
virtually sending u all my loveđŠľđŠľ
- same anon :-P
wheeee I try!!! I love talking to u guys u never ever bother me 𼺠but YES THANK U I'm still tryna wrap up the fic (I'm basically done) and then I can get to work on formatting it !!
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the same anon as before, sorry for the ask spamđđ
but im thinking likeee
#cfb095 #e5d9c7 #a18167 #d1b7a1
any one of those maybeee? đ¤ˇđťââď¸đ¤ˇđťââď¸
omg dont be sorry this is great đĽşđĽş THEY'RE ALL SO PRETTY we're deff on the same wavelength hehehe I'll do my best bby!
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i think a beige to black or beige to dark brown for ino would be cute
that's the kind of vibe i was thinking too!! hopefully i can pull it off jfksdhgljdshjl
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do u guys wanna decide the colour scheme for the ino fic format
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ugly af teaser but i am working on the rendering now lmao
Doing this one ahead of the other bc i keep messing around with the posing and his face won't cooperate on it
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Unfriendly reminder that women on the internet don't owe you shit đĽ°
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Sukuna isn't "nice", like you say he is.
He just listens.
You tell him your favorite flower? You wake up to a bouquet of it sitting on the kitchen counter at least three times a month.
You tell him your car needs work done? He's underneath of it hours later, tinkering with it and scolding you for not checking your oil frequently enough.
You say you want to go to the expensive restaurant for dinner someday? Sukuna books the reservation, even if he has to save the money to do so.
You're hungry? He orders food, sometimes he asks what you want and sometimes he just knows.
You tell him you've had a bad day? You come home to a drawn bath and revitalizing touches from his soothing hands.
You hate when he leaves hickies where the others can see them? He leaves twice as many for them to notice. (You can't get everything you want, after all)
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