what, like it's hard? | fushiguro toji, gojo satoru, hiromi higuruma, ino takuma, kamo choso, kong shiu, nanami kento
↳ uncorrelated scenes of the jjk men treating you better than your previous boyfriends, he's the man you really need—early relationship
a/n: I need a man to raise my standards so mf bad guys, and with the way men act...it's never happening. so fictional anime characters will have to do the trick for now (forever 😩). warnings: cussing, sexual innuendos and jokes, mentions of workplace harrassment, reader has her period in shiu's. writing smaus also makes me realize that my english is not as good as I think it is, so please ignore any grammatical errors!
❀ tags: fem pronouns used in geto's, gn for the rest (it was easier that way, srry!). fem pronouns used for kirara i do not care. around 1k⁓1.3k for all except nanami (2k⁓) and kirakari (1.8k⁓). i got carried away pls read anyway. i've never written for these characters, prepare for ooc stuff!
❀ read part 1 with yuji, megumi, toji, choso and sukuna here !
❀ Okkotsu Yuta
If there's someone who'd run to you the moment you needed absolutely anything from them, it'd be Okkotsu Yuta.
Even if you didn't need anything, and you only wanted his presence, he'd go without thinking twice or making questions.
So when you texted him that you wouldn't go to your date because you're feeling under the weather, he didn't waste a second to rush to your side.
"Oh, darling... look at you." Yuta coos as he finds you bundled up in your covers, sheer concern etched in his features. You startle briefly at the sound of his voice, but you soon relax again. You can't even pretend you're surprised to see him. You're too tired to point out his presence, anyway.
Yuta presses his hand to your cheek, before moving it to your forehead. You're burning up for sure, and it's making his heart squeeze on his chest. You finally open your eyes, noting the sadness in his. But before you can reassure him, he's already on the move. "Wait for me, I'll be right back."
You accidentally fall asleep while he's gone, waking up at the feeling of a washcloth being gently pressed against your forehead. You open your eyes blearily, a soft smile gracing your boyfriend's features.
"You're awake. I made you some soup, I know you probably haven't eaten." ...he hit the nail in the head. "It's all natural, 'kay? No cup noodles for my darling. You should have it now before it gets cold."
How he got soup done so fast by himself you don't know, you probably fell asleep for longer than you thought. Still, you humor him, slowly getting up, not without being immediately assisted by him.
After successfully sitting up with your back against the headboard, Yuta holds the bowl and tries feed you. You huff, you're not that tired to be unable to feed yourself, but the gentle nudge of the spoon against your lips makes you cave. You instantly hum in delight, genuinely how he made something this good with your practically empty fridge is beyond you. Makes you realize he probably bought everything himself in the way. Oh, Yuta. Your dangerously considerate boyfriend.
"Is it good?" He asks as he feeds you, and you nod in response. He visibly softens, continuing to feed you until you can't eat anymore.
Yuta sets the bowl aside, patting your head and telling you that you did a good job by eating almost all of it. As if you were a little kid. You kinda wanna flip him off, but god do those headpats feel nice.
Gently easing you back in the covers, Yuta rubs your cheek with his thumb. "I'll stay with you all day," He announces, and you can tell he meant to from the start.
Yuta's doting on you like he's got nowhere else he'd rather be, but you know there are other places where he should be right now. What if a powerful curse is spotted and they need his help? You'll feel a bit bad if you hoard his attention the whole day. And though it's pointless to try, and how stubborn you know him to be when it comes to you, you still have the gall to attempt it.
"Yuta...?" You mumble, your voice groggy and quiet from not having spoken all day. His eyes immediately fix on your face, something about your unusually soft tone doing a number on his heart. "Yes, angel?"
"You don't have to stay the whole day, I feel better now."
You push through the ache in your throat to speak, and oh, he notices. Wetting the rag from earlier again, he smiles ever so softly, before giving you the most deadpan "no ♥" he can muster.
You blink, sighing. "I mean it-" but he's already pressing a finger to your lips.
"Don't strain yourself, love, I bet it's difficult for you to talk right now." He pauses. "Wait, does your throat hurt much? I can ask Toge for the medicine he uses. Actually, how do you feel about sign language for the time being? You won't have to speak and it's pretty-"
"Yu. I'm serious." You interrupt him, cringing at how your own now wobbly voice reminds you of Rika's for a second. Yuta wrings out the cloth and places it on your forehead, before caressing your face again.
"Oh, my angel, always thinking of others before yourself. I want to stay and make sure you're well fed and hydrated, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. The rest of the world can be taken care of by someone else, but I'm the one to take care of you."
You grumble pityfully at his expected refusal, the sound more a whine than anything. Yuta exhales a soft laugh, fingers tapping your cheeks. "You look so cute like this, with your face all puffed up. Like a little squirrel."
You're certain your reddened eyes and swollen face look everything but nice right now, but fighting Yuta on that would be like arguing with a wall. You tire of his poking with time, moving your head to try and bite his finger. He flinches at first, successfully avoiding it, before smiling and poking you again. Literally letting you bite him again if you want to.
"So aggresive, darling." So lovesick, Yuta.
"You're being annoying." You croak, and his face softens further at your voice, if possible.
"Sorry, I can't hear you over your squeaking. You sound like a little mouse, you know? It's adorable." You bite him for real this time, but his smile only widens, finding your attempt at aggression lovable. It seems to be all it takes for the affection in his chest to burst, because in a second, he drops everything and embraces you, attached to your body like a leech.
Oh, this is bad. You've somehow triggered Yuta's clinginess, and you know it's difficult to escape from it. He just doesn't attend to reason in this state, even though he could literally get sick from being close to you. You try to push him away, but he only nuzzles closer.
"Get off... you'll get sick." You complain half-heartedly, but he only squeezes you further.
"I'm just sharing my body heat with you."
"That's not how it works."
"It is, trust me."
Okay, he's definitely bullshitting now. Purring like a contented cat, Yuta has his nose buried against your neck and his arms held tightly around you. He keeps going off on how much he loves you and how adorable you are, pinching your cheek. He remains gentle, though, always careful not to hurt you, specially knowing you're unwell.
Long story short, you are not able to get Yuta to stay away from you. The warmth of his arms makes you sleepy again, and you end up falling asleep while cradled against his chest. Two days later, you already feel better, but find that Yuta has gotten sick instead.
With a sigh, you tuck him in bed and scold him, telling him how this could have been avoided had he listened to you.
Yuta apologizes meekly while leaning into your touch, only half-listening.
That's how you know he doesn't regret a single thing.
❀ Nanami Kento
It's too early for you to be up.
You know it, your drooping eyes are telling you so, and you sure know your dear husband would point out the same thing. He won't be able to do so until he wakes, though, so you're trying to make most of the time you have until then.
You have a valid excuse to be doing this, anyway. After eyeing a beautiful new bakery that's right on Nanami's way to work, you shared your discovery with him immediately. You thought he'd like to get some baked goods to bring to work, something to keep him in a good mood. You couldn't make him food that required to stay fresh the night before after all, and he was firm on not letting you get up so early just to make him breakfast.
But how could you not after he told you he had to go in earlier today, and that he wouldn't have time to go by?
Specially, after watching the slight dissapointment in his face be masked so he wouldn't worry you?
Maybe to him it was a small thing, but you could barely sleep after that. So for your husband that's always looking for little things to make you happy and accomodate your life, you got up early for bed and began baking.
You went for blueberry bread. you had frozen blueberries you had bought to make some smoothies, so it was a good pick (you could always buy more later, anyway). Following a recipe you found in the internet, you're now putting your creation in the oven, a proud smile in your face at the progress you've made.
The only problem is that you now have to wait. Like, an hour or so. You don't know if you'll have enough time to finish it before your husband wakes up, and it's making you pretty nervous.
To occupy your mind, you use the rest of the of the ingredients to make blueberry muffins. After some time, you're also done with their preparation, the muffin tin sitting in the counter and waiting for it's turn to be baked—the reminder that Nanami's alarm will probably go off soon making your anxiety spike up.
You scroll in you phone, scoop the remaining batter with your finger and eat it, and literally do anything to distract yourself. When it's close to the finish time estimate, you look into the oven, following the toothpick trick to check if your blueberry bread is miraculously finished ahead of time. It is not. With a groan, you let it continue.
When it's been exactly an hour, you try again, your toothpick still not coming out clean. You're getting stressed, you really wanted to surprise him. It's not a surprise if he catches you in the act. So in your distress, you bump the temperature up slightly, hoping it somehow helps.
Rookie mistake. The classic 'if the heat's high it'll cook faster' mentality. At your age it should be obvious that it doesn't work like that... but you're also kinda desperate and not in your right mind.
You let your poor oven work again, pacing in the kitchen. You genuinely hope your muffins are still in good shape. Actually, should you put them in the fridge for the time being? No, your bread will be ready to come out any second now. You'll just give it a minute, and it'll be fine. What if, in the meantime, you just keep scooping the batter from the bowl until it's entirely clean? It's tasty, distracting, and you're pretty sure you left something in there. You're sure that when you're done with it, the bread will be in perfect shape.
Too lost in your thoughts, you don't even look where you're walking, suddenly bumping into something solid. Your tired brain thinks it may be the fridge for a second, but this is softer, and warmer. Looking up, your eyes widen, right in time for a familiar voice to reach your ears.
"Dear? Why are you awake at this time?" You freeze entirely, caught red-handed. Nanami's standing in front of you, weary eyes fixed on your frame. His hair's tousled, and he's still wearing his pajamas, clearly not having begun to prepare for work yet.
Wait... isn't it a bit early? You're pretty sure his alarm would go off a bit later than now. You checked it on his phone. He probably realized you weren't in bed anymore, and went looking for you... Now that you think of it, you were lucky he didn't wake due to our absence sooner.
"Ken!" You jolt, giving him a sheepish smile. "I could't sleep well, woke up a bit early. I wanted to make some tea. Why don't you go back to bed? You said you'd set your alarm for like... 10 minutes from now, no? You should enjoy those while you still can. I'll prepare a cup for you too!"
Your rambling does little to appease him, judging by the way he's barely budging as you push him out of the kitchen. Placing his hands on your arms, he makes you halt, eyes locking into yours. "Are you sure you just wanted to make some tea?"
You're practically sweating. "Yes...?"
"Oh, really? Because I can smell something else in the air, and it's something closer to dough and flour than the teabags you tend to buy."
You exhale heavily, giving up. A not so discreet glance towards the oven and the cupcake tin still in the counter lets you know that pretending is useless, you're busted.
Mind telling what you were actually up to, sweetheart?" Nanami prods in that low, rough from sleep voice, nudging your chin so you'd look at him, and you relent.
"I just wanted to bake something for you, Ken," you admit in a small voice, "since you weren't going to be able to stop and get something after all. I noticed you looked like you wanted to try that bakery for a second, before realizing it wouldn't be possible... I wanted to satisfy that craving in a way."
Nanami's brows rise slightly, all the drowsiness leaving his body for a second. It didn't take a genius to realize you were baking, it was obvious the moment he got a whiff of the scent in the air. Still, knowing you, this could've been something you randomly decided to get up to— you give him enough gray hairs with your shenanigans in the daily. So to make the correlation and realize you were doing this for him does something devastating to his heart.
"Oh, darling... you didn't have to." Nanami murmurs, voice still groggy from sleep. "I wasn't going to be bothered by it. We could've gone to that place together some other day. There was no need for you to sacrifice your sleep for me."
"I know, but I wanted to." You insist. "That's what you'd do for me, anyway. I wanted to take the opportunity to do something nice for you too, regardless of how convenient it'd be."
Oh, of course you wanted to. He knew you'd say that. His heart squeezes in his chest, his thumb now brushing your jaw. "Well, isn't my dear spouse so thoughtful. There's no stopping you at this point, so I'll just say I'm glad you thought of me."
"i always think of you, Ken," You whisper, before looking away, "I just wished I had finished before you came. I wanted to surprise you."
Again, of course you'd feel bad about that. With a sigh, he presses a kiss to your forehead, fighting the inmense affection he feels for you at this moment.
"There's no need for surprises, sweetheart. You've already made me happy with the sole intention."
Your eyes soften at his words, a faint smile gracing your lips. He wipes away a smudge of batter left in your cheek, his touch gentle as always. You giggle softly at the contact, some of the sadness from feeling unsuccessful lifting. His heart lurches violently in his chest, making him lean in and rest his head on your shoulder.
"You're something else, seriously. Reducing a working man to nothing with sweet gestures hours before his shift. I don't know how you expect me to survive." He mumbles against your shoulder, voice slightly muffled.
"You're exaggerating, love," You reply, now smiling widely.
"Not when you look at me like that, I differ," He says after he meets your gaze, looking completely smitten.
Your hand slides to the back of his neck, his forehead resting against yours. Nanami leans down just enough to press a kiss against the corner of your mouth, almost spell bound.
In a shaky breath, Nanami mutters, "I don't doubt your skills, but I don't think what you're making can surpass the sweetness of your kisses."
With a smile, you tilt your head, "Why don't you get a taste before checking?"
Nanami exhales softly, trying to rein in his emotions. His eyes are fixed on yours, closing the distance painstakingly slow,
...until a thought makes you pull back.
Nanami barely processes it, concern in confusion reflected in his face. "What's wrong, darling?"
But the horror in your face is unshakeable.
"The bread!"
You only notice the smell of smoke in this moment, coughing when you open the oven. You weren't supposed to leave it at such a high temperature for long! Damn it, you weren't supposed to bump the heat up in the first place!
Almost burning yourself by touching the loaf pan barehanded, Nanami carefully steps you aside, putting on the oven mitts and getting your bread out of the oven.
It looks... questionable, to say the least. Practically burnt in most of the outside, not really fully baked in the inside. Your last minute decision comes back to haunt you right now, the uneven finish of your work reminding you why you must never try to rush procedures in the kitchen.
It loos so pitiful you want to cry, shaking your head in disbelief. Nanami, attentive as always, notices, taking off the mitts and making you look at him. "Don't look so discouraged, it appears edible. You did a good job for a first time."
Oh, bless his sweet soul for trying to comfort you despite your mess of a creation. "I'll try it anyway," He promises, and now you want to cry out of emotion.
"You really will...? You don't have to. I know it doesn't look appealing."
"Maybe not, but you made it for me. I'd be a really bad husband if I didn't try what my spouse sacrificed so much to make, right?"
You hug him at his touching comment, and he embraces you. Tightly, oh, so tightly. You're so sweet you don't even know it, killing him with how caring you are. He wishes he could just hold you in his arms the whole day, but alas responsabilities are awaiting him.
"Ken, wait," You say after pull away (because of course he didn't do it first), "I made some muffins in the side too. Why don't you go prepare for work while I bake those? They take less time. Then you can actually leave with something decent."
Nanami smiles at your thoughtfulness, already thinking on how you can make up for this—as if he were unhappy in the first place. With a new kiss to your cheek, and another, and another, he nods in acceptance. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."
You're smiling really hard at his attention. Not like he doesn't give you plenty already, but it's not so common to wake up and have this amount of affection being handed to you so easily. You usher him out of the kitchen, a fond laugh escaping him, as you both get to work in your respective areas.
Almost an hour and so later, you're already done. Patient pays off miraculously, and your muffins are in perfect shape. Nanami stays in the kitchen with you for a bit, the two of you proof tasting what you made. And when he hums and mutters "delicious", you get so happy you could burst.
You pack a muffin for him, and some of your bread in the side per his request (he really is adamant in showing you he cares). With a goodbye kiss and an 'I love you', you part ways for the day. Him, to work, and you... probably to bed. You still have some unfinished business over there.
At work, Nanami was the only one who arrived (a few minutes) late to the meeting.
But, he was also the only one who brought blueberry bread and muffins made by his lovely spouse to work.
The affection he felt at home is still sitting in his chest, getting close to affecting his productivity and focus with how intensely he's feeling it.
But as he stares at the half-burnt, crispy bread with incomparable love and longing, he knows that out all of his coworkers, he's the one who's having the best morning.
❀ Geto Suguru
The temperatures are rising as summer rolls by, food and game stalls being set up somewhere around. Festivals are popular around this season, so you went ahead with all the preparations so you, Geto, Mimiko and Nanako could all go and have some fun at it. It's the first time you go to a festival like this, at least in a while, and you can't help but feel excited. So while Geto had to finish some affairs before meeting you three, you and the girls were shopping for comfortable and cute attire to wear for the festival.
Geto has to admit, the thought has him in a mellow state. Just picturing his girls shopping and having fun together is a wholesome thought, he wishes he could be there helping you all pick. Sadly, responsabilities won't just dissapear if he ignores them in your favor, and you'll probably be finished when he's there to pick you all up.
It's boresome, and pretty dissapointing. The only thing that's keeping him going is knowing he'll get to see you all dressed up by then. But hey... who says he can't just check how you're doing while he gets there? And maybe get a sneak peek. The thought makes itself home in his mind, and soon enough he's facetiming you with anticipation.
The phone rings once, twice... before it's picked up, except not by who he was expecting. Two familiar faces take up the whole screen, speaking in unison in a high pitched tone. "Hello, Mr. Geto!"
A smile makes it way to his lips, tilting his head questioningly. "Hello to you two. What are you up to, and why's this phone not with its rightful owner?"
"Oh, we're in the changing room!" Nanako answers, "(name)'s inside a booth right now, so we picked it up for her." A muffled "hi!" can be heard, your voice recognizable despite the distance.
"Hi, sweetheart," He answers you before directing his attention back to the girls, "So I assume you're both done picking your outfits?"
"Mhm! We are." "We would've been done sooner if Mimiko wasn't so indecisive." "Hey, you tried out half of the store's clothes!" "You-!"
"Now, now. No need to fight." Geto interrupts, to which they straighten up immediately.
Mimiko resumes speaking, calmer now. "We're just waiting for her. You should tell her something, Mr. Geto. She's been trying on outfits for longer than us combined."
"Not true!" You argued, and he almost wanted to laughed at how you, so fixated on being a good role model for the girls, couldn't help but join the banter when prompted.
"...I just don't tend wear traditional clothing," You comented from inside, a bit of sulking to your tone. "So I don't feel like they suit me."
"Big fat lie, by the way," One of the girls chimes in, "you should come out and pick one of the last ten you tried on. They all looked amazing."
"Actually, I'm inclined to agree with them, pretty girl." Geto adds as if he had seen it all, playfulness lacing his tone. "Why don't you show me?"
"...You?" Your hand froze at the handle, an obvious pause going in there. You sigh, before the door budges and gives in. "...Fine."
Nanako, who was holding the phone, flips the camera and points it towards you. And though he's seen you in beautiful outfits before, he can't help but be blown away by the sight. You're wearing a yukata with an intricate floral pattern, its vibrant colors highlighting your natural features. The true cherry on top for him is the shy expression you're sporting, hands folded together meekly as you wait for judgement.
"So...?" You mutter at his continued silence, the girls both leaving squeals and hums of approval. Geto, blinks, recomposing himself. "You look beautiful, as expected. You should pick that one."
"You haven't even looked at the other options..." You complain, but you feel your face heating up at that compliment in such a confident tone.
Geto only smiles, "I'm sure you'll look equally mesmerizing, no matter the choice. You always do, sweetheart."
A chorus of "eww" and "stopp!" come out from the pair behind the phone, making him chuckle lightly. An idea strikes him, making him straighten up. "Can you all get in frame together? I need to see all of your outfits combined."
That gets them to stop whining, adjusting so you'd all be shown in front of the camera with a good look of your clothing. The sight of you with the girls he raised, all wearing matching yukatas, cute hair accessories and showing your pretty smiles almost kills him in the spot. He already has enough when you send them pictures of your hang outs together, his heart warming at how the three people he adores grow closer so smoothly. But now? He can't even hear Nanako explain the process of their choice or Mimiko's comments on the hairstyles, as he's stuck in this state of awe.
"Suguru?" Your voice brings him back to earth, he was deep into a trance for a second.
"Why did you turn off the camera?" You ask, and only now he realizes he did that out of reflex. His brain worked slow, but his sense of embarrassment didn't, apparently.
His brain scrambles for an excuse, he's completely bluescreened. For someone who prides himself in being composed, he's not living up to it at the moment. He skips giving an explanation, instead changing the topic. "...I'm almost there, I should focus on the road. You all wait for me right there."
"...Alright, we'll wrap things up over here, then." You roll with it smoothly, and he's thankful. Now hanging up the call, he stops the car in the nearest place he can, hands sliding from the steering wheel as he rests his head against it. Oh, he's doomed doomed. His heart hasn't stopped racing. Geto wants to put you all in a snow globe and shake it relentlessly. That wouldn't be morally correct nor safe, so he brushes the thought away.
All he has to do is calm down enough he doesn't squeeze the guts out of your body when he sees you. Which is proving to be dificult, by the way.
Geto arrives 15 minutes later than expected, heart heavy but mellowed out at this point. He blames his lateness on traffic, once again diverting the topic and talking about the festival instead. Only he knows the demons he had to fight to act normal when he saw his girls all dolled up acting adorable together.
If the way he struggles to keep his gaze off you after picking you guys up says anything, he'll have a hell of a day. In the best way possible, but still. If you catch him staring, please look the other way. No one else can now how soft he gets when it's just the four of you.
❀ Ino Takuma
"You are... a force of evil."
"Huh?"
Sat in the couch with a bowl of ramen in your lap, you blink cluelessly at Ino, confused by his sudden outburst. He's been reviewing some info beside you about a curse sighting, studying diligently so he can make Nanami proud. He had been pretty calm, humming and making comments to himself, so this sudden energy rush makes no sense. Or at least it doesn't for you, who failed to notice him stealing glances at you every once in a while.
Thing is, you had just woken up recently. Still in your hello kitty pajamas and with your hair messed up, Ino can hardly resist you. All he wants is to ditch work, lead you back to bed and cuddle you until noon. But you woke up pretty late and are reasonably hungry, and he knows better than to bother you when you're in such a state.
He knows better, but he can only resist so much. You look so huggable in the mornings, and it doesn't help that you're doing such domestic things right beside him. Like trying to hold your bowl earlier to eat and flinching at how hot it was, your chopticks slipping from your fingers from how dazed you are from sleep, and the ocassional grumble from that early grumpiness.
You don't find it amusing. You're just trying to start your day albeit late, and the little misfortunes happening are not doing any favors to your mood. But all Ino's brain fixated with is your early clumsiness and how adorable it is.
That's why it wasn't long before he snapped, with you still staring at him in utter confusion. Ino doesn't elaborate, grumbling like a child throwing a fit, making you squint at him further. "What?"
"You're just... there. Being distracting. I'm trying to work, you know?" He accuses dramatically, as if you were actively trying to inconvenience him.
"Takuma, I'm not doing anything, I'm just hungry and trying to eat some noodles. You were pretty focused just now, just get back to it." You cross your arms, stating the obvious. Sometimes you feel like you're scolding him whenever he pulls up some nonsense, but you're both too used to it to mind. He adores some tough love, he's said himself. You're just not fond of being annoyed when you're eating.
"Okay, okay, bad timing," He acknowledges, "but your presence is still distracting me."
"I was here first, silly."
"But I'm most comfortable in the couch!"
"Then I'll just eat at the-" "No."
"Takuma..." You're using the scarier tone now, his hand which had fled to your wrist quickly retreating. You exhale. "So you can't focus with me here, but you don't want me to leave. Won't you at least tell me what am I doing that's so distracting, so I can stop it?"
"Well, you're just..." He trails off. "...I'll just get back to work."
You raise an eyebrow, not expecting him to give up so suddenly, but don't question it. You look at him for a second longer, watching him go back to reviewing the info from earlier, before focusing on your food again.
Did he just want attention? Clingy man. You love that from him, but right now you've got bigger fish to fry. Or eat, technically.
Meanwhile, Ino is doing his absolute best to not spare you a glance, his face scrunched up and he wills himself to focus, but to be honest... he's failing miserably.
Okay, maybe he should have left or let you leave when you suggested that. The words he's reading aren't even registering in his brain at this point. But you're so close! So, so close and he's a weak man! He'd miss you and wouldn't stop thinking on what you're doing if you were away, and he can't focus when you're so close.
His priorities have clearly tilted, but he just told you he'd get back on business, so he doesn't want to go back on his word so fast. He can at least pretend he's being responsible for a little while, then take a small rest and cuddle when your bowl is empty. Maybe you'd even kiss him on the cheek and tell him he's made good progress. Okay, that thought's as distracting as it is helpful.
Now with renewed determination, Ino straightens up and reads from start. But his retention capacity betrays him every handful of seconds, and his eyes tilt smoothly towards you. It's like there's this little worm on his brain asking him what you're doing every single minute, and every time he can't help but check to answer. Even if every moment right now you're just chewing, humming to yourself and watching something on your phone.
You're watching something in your phone, he suddenly notices. You have one earbud on, despite there being a whole tv in front of you two. It hits him that you're doing that to avoid distracting him with whatever you'd decide to watch, leaving the room quiet for him to work with. And that perceived thoughtfulness is what it takes for him to break.
"Awww...!" Ino gushes loudly, making you flinch at the sudden sound.
"What?" You set you almost finished bowl in the coffee table, taking off your earbud.
"You..." He sniffles, eyes sparkling and hands to his face. And before you can even question him, he spews, "You're so cute! 🥺"
Ino lunges towards you, making you squeal. he embraces your waist, nuzzling his face on your stomach." "'Kuma, be careful!"
"Sorryyy," He replies in a whiny tone, "But I'm serious. You can't just do that. You know, existing beside me, being so adorable and all that."
"Well you can't live without me, so you should get used to it already."
"I know, but I can't." He exhales dramatically, genuinely afflicted. "You're so perfect and lovely and adorable and-" A tight squeeze, "Just... so amazing that I can't get used to it."
"You're just looking for excuses to slack off, and I'm your closest distraction." You call out.
"And the most attractive one! And most effective! I am so doomed."
"You didn't deny it. Don't you wanna make Nanami proud?" You purposely tease.
Ino sits up straight, "I do! I will. But everyone needs a good break once in a while. I've been working for so long today, I can't focus because I'm burnt out."
"Takuma, you've worked for exactly 14 minutes since I sat here."
"Well you don't now how long I was on the grind before you did!"
You finally crack, laughing out loud. It's a sound Ino loves, but one that only makes his heart throb violently right now. He embraces you tightly again, biting your shoulder lightly and instinctively.
"Ino!" He winces at your scolding, pressing an apology kiss in the same area. "Sorry, babe. It's mandatory cuddling time, though."
"Mandatory."
"Mhm."
You sigh, suppressing a smile. "If it'll boost your productivity, I'll cave."
Ino grins, obviously pleased.
It did not boost his productivity, by the way.
He just pulled you to lay down in the couch and cuddled you as you both watched a comfort show.
He held you tightly, squeezing ocassionally like he couldn't get enough.
Thing is, Takuma Ino doesn't need you to do anything special to worship you.
He thinks you're the best thing in his life every single day, and he's barely surviving the affection in his chest every living moment with you nearby.
He's just better at managing it some days than others... he already does enough with how much he has you on his mind.
So sure, Ino is a bit of clingy partner. But he really loves you and he's doing his best. Just be sure to kiss him in the cheek and tell him he's a good student, but an even better boyfriend. That's all he needs to be happy today.
❀ Hakari and Kirara
You've been dating Kirara and Hakari for a few months.
It was strange to you at first, to be joining an already existing couple, but things went smoother than expected. Specially considering how welcoming they were towards you, since they liked you as much as you liked them.
You hang around them at the fight club often, sometimes helping around on what you could or just existing beside them. So, naturally, you've shared many experiences together already.
But something you haven't shared yet, has been the pleasure of getting a few drinks together.
Hakari was the one that drank the most of your little trio, though Kirara didn't hesitate to join him at times. It was a bonding thing, more often than not, relaxing with a drink of their choice while watching matches or lazing around.
You were really hesitant to indulge, though.
You got offered whiskey by Hakari once, told him it's too strong to your liking. Beer? You're not a fan of the taste. Random alcoholic can you all bought from a convenience store? You didn't finish yours.
They wondered if you were just shy, so besides some teasing, you didn't really get pushed by them to drink anything. You were content to just be around them, why would they pretend they didn't feel the same? If you were just not a fan of drinking that's fine by them.
They assumed so for some time, not really expecting you to drink anything at this point. That was, until tonight.
"Kira, what are you doing?" You ask curiously from your seat beside Hakari, his arm looped around you as per usual. Kirara had been mixing some drinks and fruits in the background, kneeling in front of the coffee table in front of you, and you had been too distracted to notice. Now though, your curiosity has beat you.
"This? I'm making something different to drink. Ever had a sangria?" Kirara questions, mixing everything together. The swirling of the liquid with the diced fruits is entertaining to watch, eyes trained on the jug even as you shake your head.
Kirara takes your continued attention as interest, a faint smirk in her lips. "Wanna try it? Don't wanna drink it alone."
"Won't Kin drink with you?" You doubt, Hakari's eyes darting towards you two at the mention of his name. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.
"Nah, not a fan of the fruity bullshit. Though you might enjoy it, doll. Barely tastes like alcohol anyway."
"Sooo?" Kirara smirks playfully, lifting the jug playfully. "Want a glass? Tell me now, or else I'll add some extra alcohol to it."
"Wait... I wanna try it." You finally decide, Kirara's eyes lighting up at your words. She gets two glasses and pours the drink on them, the contrast between your drinks and Hakari's whiskey which he's currently drinking almost funny to watch.
"Cheers!" Kirara clinks her glass against yours animatedly, her emotion making you smile. You take a sip from it, and end up more pleased than you expected.
"Seems like someone's a fan." Hakari smirks, tugging you closer as Kirara sits on the other side. You want to argue with him, to not give in to his teasing, but it's hard when you're already going for another sip.
"The fruit gives it a nice touch." You comment, earning a 'right?' from Kirara as she reaches to make hers stronger. Hakari rolls his eyes, still in disagreement, but pleased enough that you seem to be enjoying yourself with this.
You get in the mood pretty easily after, savoring the taste and even getting a refill after your first try. "Don't drink it like it's juice, it still has alcohol, 'kay?" Kirara warns, but you only hum in acknowledgement as you watch the colorful liquid filling your glass to the brim.
Kirara tried warning you.
Alas, those were the last words you heard from her while sober.
"Woooow, that guy's like, super strong," You slur your words as you point at the tv, the fight club still in full swing at this hour.
"That guy? They've beat the shit out of him, babe. Never won a single fight." Hakari comments in response, a bit confused at your commentary. You never really say much unless there's something interesting happening, and this is just a filler match with a guy you've all seen before. So why...?
"Aw, so Kin-chan didn't bet on him?" You interrupt his train of thought, "Now I'm kinda sad."
"What was that?" KIrara sharply turns to face you at the nickname, poking your cheek, "Don't copy me, silly!"
"Why would I do that?" Hakari responds to your question, "It's obvious he'll lose."
"Well, everyone deserves to have someone who supports them!" You huff, before facing Kirara. "Kiraaa, stop!"
Hakari squints at you, watching you whine and complain at Kirara's playful nagging. He's puzzled for a second until it clicks, a slow smirk making its way to his lips. "Are you drunk?"
"Huh...?" Your eyes dizzily meet his, making Kirara stop for a moment. When you don't even register the question, she catches on as well, watching you refill your glass.
"Oh my god, you're sooo drunk." Kirara grins wolfishly, attaching herself to your side. You're now poking at a lime slice inside of your glass, trying to fish it out.
Is this why you refused to drink with them? Okay maybe Kirara did add more alcohol to the jug at a certain point, but she didn't think you'd keep refilling. You didn't have that many glasses anyway, only a lightweight would get wasted from that. So that was your secret, huh. Your partners are now less interested in the fight on the screen, and a thousand more times interested in your behavior.
"Oh, sugar, you shouldn't be eating that!" Kirara coos at you, but makes no move to stop you from bringing the lime to your mouth. Hypocritical, much? Maybe. But watching your face scrunch up after you take a big bite of the it is worth it.
You cough it out immediately, eyes growing watery. With a whine, you bury your face in Kirara's chest, looking for reassurance.
"Aww, it's okay, my baby," She embraces you, rubbing your back comfortingly. She's so pleased with herself for getting cuddles from you for free, even though she kinda set you up. Hakari raises an eyebrow from his side of the couch, while she stares back smugly.
"So what," Hakari breaks the silence, "Does your boyfriend get no cuddles?"
You lift your head your head to look at him, and your flushed face paired with your disoriented gaze would have moved him, if not for your next words: "What boyfriend?"
Hakari visibly flinches. "Excuse me? The one who lends you two his card so you can buy whatever the hell you want, obviously."
Kirara stifles a laugh at Hakari's tone, low and gruff yet obviously pouty if you know him enough. You don't pick on that in this state, though, his tightly knotted eyebrows making you think there's something genuinely wrong.
"Did I upset you, Kin?" You ask wobbily, face contorted in genuine sadness. You disentangle from Kirara's embrace, much to her dismay, now gluing to Hakari's side in an attempt to console. "I'm sorry..."
Hakari huffs like he's not sure, looks away like he's not melting in the inside. You obviously don't realize why he's upset, but he commends you for trying to appease him anyway. His arm hugs around your waist as usual, pushing you to his chest. "Guess I can forgive you." He's smirking once you can't see him, clearly cocky at having the upper hand again.
"Heeey, what about me?" Kirara pouts immediately, glaring at Hakari who's winking at her triumphantly. You look back at her. "Hm?"
"You don't have any affection for old little 'rara?" She crosses her arms, sulking. This has somehow become a competition for drunk you's attention, and you're none the wiser.
"Uh... Kirara is pretty." You mumble, and she grins.
"How pretty?" She asks as she scoots closer, beaming at you.
"You're given an inch and you wanna take a mile, doll." Hakari points out. She sticks her tongue out to him, and he squeezes you further.
"So...?" She insists, and you hum thoughtfully.
"Very. Like the stars."
"Aww, you're a cutie too!" kirara squeals, pinching your cheek with a little more force than necessary.
"But, like the glowing green stars you glue at the ceiling." You add, like the information is crucial. Kirara gives you a weird look, but she still wraps her arms around you.
"Kin has cool hair and coat, by the way." You comment, looking at him. Okay, you're a chatty drunk. That's obvious now. Your words are barely understandable due to the cadence and clumsiness of your voice, but it's entertaining to listen to at the very least.
"How cool? Cooler than Kirara's?" He asks in an obvious attempt to tease the latter, an amused glance thrown her way. Your back is against his chest now, while Kirara is crowding your front. They're pretty clingy at the moment, hanging onto every little word coming out from your mouth.
"Well... both is cool. Like, for example..." You trail off and completely forget you were talking in the first place. You instead stare at Hakari. "Can I use your coat?"
"Yeah, yeah, doll." He agrees before he knows what he's doing. "Just don't throw up on it or something."
You smile dopily, haphazardly throwing the coat over your shoulders. You mumble something about being 'as cool as Kin-chan now', and he has to take a moment for himself so he doesn't crush you against his chest.
"Comfy?" Kirara asks, showing she has way less self control than him with the way she's nibbling on your shoulder. When did she start? You didn't even feel it. Guess you'll notice tomorrow when you see the bite marks littered on your skin.
"Yeah... I am." You answer her, eyes drooping. "Just let me get my..."
You attempt to grab your forgotten glass, almost knocking it over. They both pull you back, dissaproving. "No more drinks for you tonight, sugar."
"Awe... but the fruit..." You weakly protest, but Kirara's already blocking your view, while Hakari holds you firmly.
"Think it's time for you to rest, babe."
You grumble something, but you can't even tell who's speaking to you. Mere seconds after you're slumped against them, snoring like your body only needed to be told to give up into rest.
"Huh. Out like a light." Hakari notes amusedly, smirking as he pokes your cheek.
"Shame. Was having lots of fun." Kirara answers, yet she's also smiling.
"Of course you were, you two were ganging up on me." He grumbles.
"Kin, baby, don't be like that. You got plenty of attention too." Kirara uses that tone that easily convices him each time, and though he acts indifferent, he's clearly pleased as well.
The night passes quietly after you fall asleep, the two watching over you in strange contentment. You wake up confused and remembering practically nothing, eyes widening in disbelief at the tales of how you acted.
You're obviously embarrased, specially with your awfully smug partners teasing you back and forth. But despite it all, they're already hoping you'll let them see that side of yours once more.
❀ notes: not a fan of alcohol so i've never been drunk, i was bullshitting my way through the last one. i genuinely do not know how to write kirara and hakari, but i love them so they're here. this was written as a thank you for the support on pt. 1 and 100 followers btw so yeah! extra long. hope you enjoyed! <3
tags: I think it's mostly gn!reader but some pronoun could've slipped guys ngl, this has very little plot, dubious consent (only because of the sex pollen), sub-ish Ino (because thats how I like my men), masturbating (Ino because hes a freak like that), unprotected sex (wrap the gift before giving it away please), coming inside, cowgirl/riding, scratching, I think that's it? Tell me if I missed smt!! <3
wc: 2.5k not proofread words. i got carried away.
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You should've known better.
You had been paired up with Ino with this mission. It was about finishing off a weird (more weird than normal, you mean) curse; no one could pin point what it could do exactly, but it seemed easy enough.
Now, the curse was done with, you and Ino coming back to the motel where you both stayed on for the night. The fight was... off putting. Almost too easy, and something about the strange breeze and thick, bright purple fog that it left behind were leaving you uneased and fidgety, even though it dissipated quickly enough to reach no one but you and Ino. You could tell the same for your boyfriend, Takuma: he was even more restless than normal, his eyes never really stopping wandering over the bedroom and even more so over you.
You both just talked it out, ignoring the obvious signs of something happening due to the exhaustion the day casted over you - the bed you shared was almost calling your name.
You almost gave in to the idea of going straight to it, without a shower or anything, but the prospect of waking up the way you were right now made you quickly change your mind. In the shower, the water comes out a bit gray due to the dust that stuck to your clothes during the fight and the occasional blood, that didn't came from any significant wound.
After showering, you both lie down and wrap yourselves in the sheets, snuggling against each other. Even though the discomfort only grows by the second, even after the delicious bath, you manage to fall into a peaceful sleep.
You wake up in the middle of what you assume is night, disoriented and dizzy, your whole body on fire. It's excruciating, as if every part of you demands you do something, anything to make the heat go away.
It's spread throughout your body, but you feel a throbbing in between your legs and realize the source of all the restlessness. You realize now, with your mind waking up a little but still very foggy with lust and desperation, that your pussy is completely soaked. The white panties you were wearing are completely transparent when you manage to get a glance at them, pulling the sheets aside and possibly off the bed.
You grope the mattress beside you, hoping to feel Ino, maybe wake him for help? But he's not there. The area is still a little warm, meaning he just got out of bed a little while ago, and a worry that was beginning to surface calms in your chest.
With some difficulty and very wobbly legs, you manage to get up and move around the room. The place wasn't very big: aside from the double bed, the only other furniture in the small, square room was a small TV in front of the bed and an armchair in the corner. He wasn't in either of those places, which left the bathroom as a last resort.
Without much thought, you grab the door handle and open it, and the sight before you worsens your situation even more: Ino, in pants that were pushed up to the middle of his legs in a hurry and shirtless - he never sleeps with a shirt on, he says it makes him too warm - one hand tightly covering his mouth and the other moving furiously up and down his erection.
Seeing you there, he releases his hand from his own mouth and holds it against the wall, giving himself more support and starting to thrust against his own fist, moaning freely and shamelessly now.
"Fuck, babe, I didn't mean to wake you— shit, sorry" His voice is broken and breathless, interrupted by a moan that you can't tell if came from him or from you. The heat you were feeling, that bloomed beneath your skin like a fever rolled lower, coiling tight in your lower belly, spreading out in intense pulses impossible to ignore.
His head moves and suddenly you're staring at each other, eye to eye for a split second… until Ino breaks the tension by pulling you by the arm, away from the door frame and into his arms.
The kiss that followed was franctic and messy, all spit and biting and teeth and it was absolutely delicious. His hands were everywhere, gripping your body and shifting between waist, boobs, hips and tighs in intense touches, pulling you in like he would implode if he didn’t touch you.
Once you separate, hes moving to your neck and your minds is empty at this point, only knowing how to call out his name and push him closer, your hand in a feracious grip into his hair.
"I just need to be inside you baby… I need to touch you, fill you up until we can’t think straight,” he talks without thinking, backing away from your neck just to look up and down your body like you were already naked and he couldn't get enough.
Of course you both had sex before, you know what he sounds like when he’s needy, when he's begging and vice-versa. But right now? This is different. You’ve never seen him like this - it's a primal need, like it's vital and he won't live if he doesn't get inside you right now.
Wich, thinking of the curse you exorcized earlier and the weird fog it left behind, might be the case. This adds a new level of desperation, you have to get whatever is in your systems out as fast as possible, you think, wich is becoming really hard to do right now. "So tight," he praised, kissing down your neck and fantisizing out loud. "You feel so fucking good when you're around me, baby"
You tug at the hem of your sleeping shirt, pulling it up and he helps you to get out of it without even thinking, both of your pants comming out next. “Fucking—” he stammers, “God, you’re so— fuck me, baby” You cut him off with another sloppy kiss, pushing him close; when he moans in your mouth you take the chance to slip your tongue in.
His hips rut against yours,and when his angry red erection slips accidentally in between yout tighs and against your still clothed pussy you notice he was going comando all this time- your toughts are clogged by the friction right against your core, and it's awesome, makes your mouth water and your lips part, but at the same time it's not even close to enough.
"Let's bring this to the bed, hm?" You manage to get the words out without being cut off by your own moans, your hands settling on Ino's bare back and scratching deep enough to leave red marks in its wake, which draws a pathetic groan from your boyfriend, head bending forward. He grips your thighs and effortlessly holds you in his lap, guiding you through the still-open door and carefully tossing you onto the bed.
"I can't think right now, oh my god-" He can barely speak clearly, as your legs are still wrapped around his hips and he's still thrusting his cock against your panty-covered clit— which at this point won't be able to be worn again. You didn't even care, hips thrusting up to meet his, back arching off the bed and eyes closing with pleasure.
When you open them again, he is staring at you once more, and his movements are becoming crooked and rhythmless, his voice breaking into moans. "Baby, oh— I'm so close, so fucking close, please—" And he's leaning in to kiss you, his cock pressed even tighter against your pussy.
He swears he can feel your pussy lips parting with his thrusts, he can imagine your cunt tightening around nothing, and it leaves him dizzy, black dots swimming in his vision as the sensations eat him alive. Takuma could feel his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, tense and heavy with his release, making him roll his eyes.
Ino's mouth parts instantly when it finds yours, practically fucking your mouth with his tongue in a deep and messy kiss, the orgasm growing more and more.
Spit drips down his chin as he comes between your legs, his cum painting your stomach. His mouth parts in a silent groan, forehead resting against yours as his eyes close and his hips twitch, still thrusting lightly against you.
Even though Ino was shivering and all goosebumps on top of you, with the biggest fucked out smile on his face, his dick didn't soften one bit, and you swear you could feel him shiver as you switched positions to straddle his hips. In response he gripped your hips tightly, breathing heavily and already rolling his hips up to grind against you.
"Yes, yes, yes, hmmm Oh God, baby" He basically whimpered, hands moving quick and clumsily down to tear your panties in a quick movement that makes you gasp, audibly moaning when he makes you lift up just a little so he can take whats left of them off you and bring them to his face, breathing in deeply the smell of your excitement mixed with his cum and moaning deep like hes in a porno, while soving his hips up strong enough to lift you and him out of bed for brief seconds. Holy shit.
"Oh my— shit Ino, I liked these" You complain, but your tone is desperate not because of the panties, but for him. You feel the need burning in your veins, clouding your thoughts, and right now nothing is more important than having him so deep inside you that it will leave you feeling empty afterwards. That need moves you and before Ino can think of anything to say, still holding whats left of your panties, you move on top of him, using two fingers to at least stretch yourself a little.
His fingers spread your wetness just before you inserted them inside yourself, the stretch a tiny relief that lasted all of two seconds. They weren't as long or thick as Ino's, and they didn't reach nearly all the best spots inside you, but with your desperate, hurried actions, they would have to do.
Takuma, on the other side, only manage's to stare at you, his eyes not leaving the vision in front of him, and he knows he should help, he should offer himself, but the most he can manage to do is remove the remains of cloth from his face and grab both of your thighs, hypnotized by you.
The atmosphere surrounding you and filling the room is heavy with tension and the sound of both of your moans, the scent of sex rising through the air. You manage to stretch yourself with three fingers before desperation turns to impatience and you're gripping Ino's cock as you stabilize yourself on top of him. Your free hand moves down to your clit and begins circling it in fast motions just before being interrupted by Ino, who finally snaps out of his trance.
“It’s—nghh, fuck, baby, all of this for me? So fucking wet- hm, it's dripping down my legs" His words are confident, but his tone is just desperate, broken, and pleading for you. You can only moan in response, finally sinking slowly onto him.
Takuma watches as your pussy stretches into a wide O shape to accommodate his girth, hissing through gritted teeth with how fucking good it feels. You're always amazing, but there's something about it right now, everything feels much more intense, your cunt feels even tighter, wetter for him.
Everything is more charged than usual, and you both can feel it.
When you finally sink all the way down onto his cock, your back arches, hands reaching out to support yourself on his abs. It stings in the best way possible, a sharp groan escaping from your lips as your knees tremble on either side of him. Your boyfriend's hands slip from your tighs to your hips, gently helping you steady yourself. “Ride me, honey, please…” he chokes out, hips twitching beneath you the more you sit on his pulsing cock, your ruined panties that he once gripped like his life depended on it forgotten somewhere in the matress.
You obey, moving up slowly, torturing you both before sinking down in one quick movement, your warm walls clamping down around Ino's cock like vice while it hit your sweet spot deliciously. That was the first time the heat went from a unbearable feeling to the best sensation you've ever felt. Chasing the high, you start to quicken your pace, tighs burning and trembling with the effort.
Takuma is far gone, hips pistoning up to meet yours, his jaw slacking and groaning like you were the only two people in the world. He felt so big inside you, his length easily probing into your deepest spots, stretching you open in ways that you've never felt before. The gushing sounds coming from in between your dripping wet legs are loud— its his favorite melody, truly.
You could barely even talk, any train of thought that started to form on your head was fogged up by the addictive pace you both set, your velvety insides basically molded after him. How were you supposed to breathe with how deep he was inside you? With the lewd sounds he was making, with how his hands moved to your tits to massage, fingers rubbing your perked up nipples, both of your skins dripping in almost too much sweat?
"Fu-fuck Ino, nngh, 'm gonna cum—" You bend over just enough to capture his lips for the nth time this night, nails clawing at Ino's chest in crescent moon shapes. The sting makes him thrust up even deeper, his heavy balls slaping against your ass- he was not very far behind you.
"gonna cum f'me baby? Can I fill you up? Please, shit, need to stuff you full" You're not able to manage any words out, only whimpering and rolling your hips down harder in response.
He can see the exact moment your high takes over, how your eyes rolling to the back of your head while you toes curled, mouth wide open in a silent scream “Oh- oh shit, nghh, I'm cumming 'm cumming—Ino!”
This was one of the hardest orgasms you have ever had. All the heat and painfull need subside, and the bliss that comes right after is mind numbing. You’re boneless in Ino's arms, clinging onto his embrace. You think you’ve lost your senses for a few seconds, everything around you becoming blurry, your head feels light, you can't even differenciate the noise you both are making or notcie how loud you're being.
...
A few minutes later, you're both in the same position, your skin is sticky with sweat and cum, your breath is just now easing and the smile in your both faces seems to be permanent now.
"That curse was a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴" Ino blurts out after minutes of silence and you can't hold your laugh back. You truly loved him, hm?
headcanons on nerd!takuma and sexually reserved!takuma
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nerd!takuma who is practically begging you to leave this after party that he dragged himself to. your so incredibly smart boyfriend of four years received a prestigious award for his new advancements in quantum physics and the makeup of the universe at an event that only happens once every five years. he was invited to the same event last time but was subject to teasing from his colleagues due to a lack of a plus one… eventually leading to them getting near blackout drunk and trying to set him up with any girl that looked their way, "hey, ino! what about her? she got the highest award for a field similar to ours. hm?"
nerd!takuma who managed to slip away from the confinement of his friends despite their protests. takuma inched out of the large hall and into the dusk blue evening, leaning his head against the ivory wall. he stayed in that position for a few moments before sliding down, bringing his chest to his bent knees. you watched on, cigarette and lighter in hand, as he grumbled and mumbled incoherent words. the drape of the deep red satin fabric on your figure matched the position mr. lonesome wore. "hey." you called out, abandoning your cig and lighter in the ashtray next to you. the guy just looked around for a bit, then looked at you and pointed to himself. "yeah, you. what award did you get?"
nerd!takuma who couldn't deny that there was something comfortable being in your presence, despite being a couple feet away from you. "it was the uh, celestial horizons award for pioneering contributions to cosmic understanding. what about you? what award did you get?" at that moment, you stood up and walked closer to him, your white heels clacking with every step. "me? i didn't get any award. my family is one of the sponsors for this event and my brother…," your voice trailed off, remembering his divine wall—as he called it—filled with every single major accomplishment since high school. that wall was nearly at full capacity; you guessed that it could only hold four or so more plaques, so it wouldn't be long before he needed to expand it. after all, he was already brainstorming names for it, divine wall junior? or divine wall part two? "gets at least one award every time. that satoru…"
nerd!takuma who watched every word fall from your lips like a pendulum he couldn't turn away from. "so what about you? what do you do?" his brown eyes met yours. it was an innocent and basic question, yet it's one you seldom hear. usually at the mention of your brother, satoru, people would connect the dots. satoru to satoru gojo the science prodigy to the gojo clan to satoru's sister. that's what people knew you as, satoru gojo's younger sister and the secondborn of the gojo clan. but this guy didn't seem to care about all that. a who are you? whispered through the air, your tinted and glossed lips holding the ghost of the phrase. a chuckle rang out not even a second later, "i asked you a question first." ah right. you explained that you worked in business and were training to become the chairwoman of the gojo business district before looking at the man expectantly. you didn't bother to take in his appearance before this moment. he was a man of stature, you wouldn't say he towered over you but even in your crouched position, he still had some height on you. the black and white suit he wore seemed tailored and you appreciated how it matched the nature of his brown hair and eyes. he was handsome, you couldn't deny that
nerd!takuma who put out his hand with a smile, "takuma ino, getting my doctorate in physics and chemistry in three-or-so years."
nerd!takuma who offered to bring you to a special place that… ended up being a fast food spot. but you'd be lying if you said that you hated it. it was private enough that even though people stared at your classy outfits, none would care to ask about it. talking about whatever came to mind, you and ino got your food and drinks, settling in a booth right in the corner of the establishment. before taking another bite from your burger, you spoke, "y'know ino, this kinda feels like a date." sputters came from the man across the table who nearly spit out his carbonated drink at your comment. "what? a date with me is that disappointing to you?" you questioned, burger in hand. "what no! absolutely not! this can be a date! t-this is a date! and…" he cleared his throat before continuing, "takuma. just call me takuma."
nerd!takuma who watched you pull out a pen and scribble something on a nearby napkin once you felt your phone buzz four times. you audibly groaned at the notifications from "useless satoru", sighing and shaking your head. "i gotta go. call me." and just like that, takuma was left with a wink, your number, and a blown kiss that he'd be sure to hold tight
nerd!takuma who is still begging you to leave this party. his hand is placed at the small of your back, urging you to the exit. you continued to converse with colleagues, briefly introducing the man behind you as your boyfriend when you saw their eyes flicker to him. taking another sip of your wine, you felt takuma's deathly close to your ear, "can we please leave?"
nerd!takuma who would've jumped for joy once he heard you make up a quick reason to excuse yourselves. once you both made it out of the grand hall and into the evening air, your boyfriend shrugged off his coat and draped it over your shoulders and, in one fluid motion, swept you off your feet. you gasped, laughing as he carried you bridal-style toward his car, the gold-and-crystal plaque shining in his hand
nerd!takuma who latches onto you upon entry into your shared home, disregarding your whines that you needed to take off your heels and dress, pushing his face further into the crook of your neck. "let me change," you whined, though you couldn't help smiling at how he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "i'll let you change after i get a few minutes," he said, his lips grazing your skin. reluctantly, he let go, watching you as you slipped off your dress and reached for your favorite silk slip. as you adjusted the fabric, you turned to him with a teasing grin. "so, pretty boy, how does it feel to win the celestial horizons award for pioneering contributions to cosmic understanding…… again?"
nerd!takuma who sheepishly explains his project to you as you made quick work of his tie and blazer. "we worked on particle stabilization for high-energy states using a hybrid plasma matrix. it's about creating cohesion under extreme pressure—similar to the conditions found in stars. it could lead to advances in fusion energy and maybe even space travel." you leaned in, cupping his face and planting soft kisses across his cheeks and jawline. "you've got that big, beautiful brain and yet, you still act all shy."
nerd!takuma whose face is dusted with red as he whispers "stop it. you know the effect you have on me…," his words sending a shiver down your spine. and before you could tease him, his lips captured yours in a slow, tender kiss. the heat between you lingered even as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. his brown eyes held a softness that melted your heart, a love too deep for words. "have i told you how gorgeous you looked today yet?" he asked, the familiar spark of adoration lighting up his face. you giggled at your boyfriend's words, an expression that couldn't be determined as anything other than pure love on his face. "yes, baby, you said it when i woke up from my nap, when i was getting ready, when we arrived, when we left, and just before we walked in." "oh, did i?" takuma's lips twitched into a grin. "doesn't matter to me—you're gorgeous." his hand slipped to the curve of your behind, holding it as he hugged you close, his heartbeat steady and warm beneath your palm. you tilted your head up, eyes locked on his. "i'll never get tired of hearing it. just like i'll never get tired of this." takuma traced slow circles along your lower back. "good, because i'm not planning on stopping anytime soon." in this moment, you realized something
sexually reserved!takuma who never did anything beyond making out with you in all four years of your relationship. it wasn't that he didn't want to or that you didn't want to either, you just wanted to wait until you knew you were ready and takuma respected that decision fully. and when those four words slipped from your tongue accompanied with your intentful stare, takuma felt something inside of him snap. takuma, i'm ready now
sexually reserved!takuma who spends hours between your legs, lapping up every drop of juice to come from your cunt
sexually reserved!takuma who feels like he's died and gone to heaven when you get on top of him. he's an absolute mess, moaning your name between bounces. his hands are firm on your waist, setting the pace of stimulation. in between moans and mewls of your own, you whisper to takuma, asking him to continue. and that he does, further explaining with many pauses. "w-we worked on a way to create—mmmhh—an artificial plasma field, a hybrid matrix, that mim—mimics those extreme conditions. fuuuck you're tight… most particles would scatter and—god, you're so good to me—destabilize under those circumstances, but by intro—just like that baby, don't stop—introducing certain electromagnetic waves and specific metallic nano—nanoparticles, we were able to get the particles to stabilize. it's kind of like corralling a storm with an invisible force fie—oh god i'm–oh fuck… thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou—the uh, invisible force field."
Warnings: swearing, arranged marriage, slight teasing, might be some mistakes, not proofread.
Pairings: Takuma Ino x Gn Quiet!Reader
Wc: 2.2k
AN: I'm so sorry for not posting for a while, I got really busy (and maybe a little shy) to post this, I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I loved writing this! Thank you for your time!
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You're getting married.
Your parents had constantly been expecting something from you and you had always complied without complaint. They have just told you news you'd expected one day but not so soon. Getting married to Takuma Ino wasn't your first choice, but duty calls doesn't it?
Seeing him before the ceremony was strictly forbidden for some unidentified reason though you knew it was probably stupid knowing your clan and their unreasonable want for power and control.
You had been tending to your white rose garden next to the manor when your eyes met with a boy with brown hair and a much more hippie kind of style. He looked back at you, his gaze soft but playful.
You looked back down hoping he wouldn't notice you too much and go back to whatever he was doing. But your silence was interrupted when he approached you, slightly disturbing your quiet when he then proceeded to greet you.
“Hey! I saw you looking at me, need something?”
You softly shook your head with your sleeves still rolled up and you finished watering and planting your last seed. When you got up you finally recognized him, he was your arranged husband. Standing up helped you get a closer look at his face. You could see the same features you saw in the photo of the prince, or your fiance.
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A week after the odd encounter you had found yourself lying in bed skipping dinner once again. Even if your parents were strict and greedy they still cared for your well-being and you had noticed that they have started getting worried for you.
You finally get out of bed and into the cool air of dusk, it was almost night as soft drizzling rain hit your skin, soothing you for your upcoming marriage.
A few minutes after sitting on the bench nearby the park, you spot a figure walking towards you, once they got closer you realized it was once again Takuma Ino.
“Hey mystery flower girl, I saw you while walking. Do you come here often?”
“Only during rainy seasons.”
“Niceeee, hey so what's your name?”
That was the one question you didn't want to answer because even if you couldn't recognize your face, surely your name would give it all away. So you simply shook your head in a polite tone.
“That's fine I won't force you, mine is Takuma Ino. You've probably heard of me before since I'm one of the princes getting married off to some random heir to a clan, but oh well what can I say?”
You stayed quiet, attentively listening to his voice. He looked at you with a lighthearted questioning expression. Like if he was analyzing you but at the same time admiring.
“I take it that you don't speak much?”
You nod.
“That's fine, you're still pretty chill and you're also quite the looker if I do say so myself. Can't blame me for thinking someone's pretty.”
That made you slightly giggle at the fact that he can be so horrible at flirting or whatever attempt that was at complementing you.
When you stood up he had been caught off-guard, saddened by the fact you had to leave so soon.
“Going already?”
“Unfortunately duty calls, Ino. ‘Til we meet again.”
“I'll be waiting for it.”
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You've woken up once again, the silence in the manor deafening. Most mornings were loud and chaotic but everyone was probably out preparing the final touches for your marriage to the prince taking place in 3 days.
Getting married to Ino may not be as bad as you expected it to be.
He seemed kind and had a decent amount of respect, quality traits you don't find in many princes. His attempts at flirting made you giggle while remembering them, it was so funny to see.
Right now you have so many things to do though other than think about what your future would be like with Ino in it.
After finishing up some work sheets about your clan and choosing your wedding dress you had decided to walk to Ino's castle. All you had to do to be let in was give them your name and they would let you in because you're his fiancée of course, how could they not recognize your name and face.
It has already been two weeks since you have been going out of your way to see Ino from time to time to see Ino and disobeying your clan’s orders not to meet the prince.
They had finally told you it was for the element of "surprise" and you knew that was total bullshit. It kind of annoyed you in a way but you didn't seem to care once you saw Ino's face light up when he saw you entering the palace.
“Good evening, Prince Ino.”
You bowed.
“It's all good now don't worry, we're friends right? Just call me Takuma, no need to bow.”
He laughed as you guys started walking out towards the garden.
It had a fountain made from marble and the water was bluer and clearer than today's skies.
The both of you had made jokes and laughed, though his was much more noticeable since yours were mostly soft giggles.
You wondered how he would react to the fact that you are the person he's going to marry, would it break your guys’ friendship in a positive or negative way?
You can't tell.
Sooner or later you would have to go, so you hugged Takuma when you were leaving and he hugged you back. He pulled you aside for one last question though.
“Can I know your name? Of course if you don't want to tell me I don't mind it's not like I spend hours wonderi-”
“Y/n.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Y/n L/n.”
His eyes widened at the realization, he asked himself if it was merely a coincidence because he could've sworn his fiancée didn't have your hair or eyes or face or-
He assumed it was.
First mistake.
“I don't know why you having the same name as my fiancée is so funny to me, or maybe I got their name wrong and you're actually their sibling, I don't know. I'll see you later though, right?”
You nodded and turned around to leave, waving back at Takuma and Nanami as they smiled.
King Nanami had come out to greet you before you left.
You told him about you hiding who you really were from Imo and he understood, promising not to tell him until the wedding.
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Today was finally the day you would be wedded to Takuma Ino. You've already spent hours in that white makeup chair doing your hair and makeup that now your ass hurts.
Getting up to put on the dress made you feel like heaven. You looked into the mirror, you looked good, not the quick makeup “I'm going to a restaurant” type of good. You looked devastatingly gorgeous to the point even you had started questioning if you now were the same people as you without all of these layers on, your hair made you even better to look at.
The silver tiara you're wearing was so pretty you couldn't believe it, and the best part was the fact that your mother confirmed that your dress was more expensive.
You needed a lot of help to put it on because the diamonds on it could shatter at any moment and it was so long it took up the whole room.
In the end you couldn't choose which dress to wear so you let your mother do the job and it's safe to say that she did perfectly.
You're pretty sure that if everyone in this room who helped you put it on glued themselves into one long the dress would still somehow be longer.
You had bowed down slightly to let your mother put the veil on for you. Seeing her look so happy made you smile, this was all for you clan no matter how good you looked right now.
Finally emerging from those curtains to enter the large outdoor venue, you saw Ino. His brown hair was slicked back with precise elegance.
Takuma Ino stood composed and unyielding, dressed in an ensemble that made him look less like a man meant for the quiet halls of his large castle and more like someone carved from authority itself.
His coat was jet black, tailored sharply to his frame, the high collar rising to his jaw and fastened with polished silver clasps that caught the light with every subtle movement. A deep emerald sash cut diagonally across his chest, rich in color and impossible to ignore, its presence softened only by the fine silver chains draped over it, ornamental yet deliberate, like a reminder of both duty and restraint.
From his shoulders flowed a long cape, black on the outside and lined in the same dark green as the sash, cascading down his back like a shadow given form.
The fabric moved with quiet weight when Takuma Ino walked, trailing behind him in a way that commanded attention without demanding it.
Small metallic details like pins, charms, and insignias were placed carefully along his coat and belt, each one suggesting rank, history, and a shared responsibility the both of you had.
Black gloves covered his hands, pristine and precise, while polished boots reached up to his knees, grounding the elegance of the outfit with something unmistakably formidable.
Altogether, the attire suited Takuma Ino perfectly. It did not soften him, it made him look sharp and precise. But his nervous face balanced it all.
His eyes widened in surprise when he saw you but kept quiet.
Minutes passed by and after saying your vows, the priest finally said the words Takuma was waiting for.
“And now you may kiss the bride-”
He didn't even wait a millisecond. The priest had barely slipped the words out and his lips were already on yours which caught you by surprise.
Why would he be so eager to kiss you, you thought it was to get it over with but that couldn't be further from the truth.
He was in love with you.
When his eyes first met yours in your gardener, he found your calm demeanor and pretty face hot. But truth be told, that wasn't the first time he met you.
He's loved you since you two were merely 15, that was many years ago. He loved to see you smile but being a part of different worlds was what was keeping him from you. His duties were a constant reminder of your differences.
His younger self just couldn't let go of that passion he had for your comforting silence or your warm eyes.
Once he had pulled away he was bouncing with excitement.
“Yeah! I just kissed the prettiest girl in the world!!”
He said before calming himself down and facing you once again.
That made you laugh and for the first time you saw Takuma blush, oh the things you do to him.
What if, just what if you were falling in love with this man as well. Maybe one day you'll learn how to love him just as much as he loves you, but at least now you know that your journey on doing so is starting right now.
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You and Takuma have just finished putting your 2 year old twins Miyu Ino (female, older) and Masaki Ino (male, younger) and your 4 year old son, Ren Ino has woken up for the third time this night and came downstairs.
“Again?!”
Takuma was so obviously tired and so were you, no matter how royal these children were you just couldn't catch a break.
You and Ino were now the rulers of the country and life became so much harder.
Managing the kingdom, your children, laws etc etc was a lot to deal with. But at least happiness still reached you.
“Ren love, come here.”
You softly spoke to the toddler as he descended even further from the stair with a large blue teddy bear in his hands.
You rocked him to sleep as Takuma made his bottle. After finishing he came with a warm bottle in hand to give to Ren, you needed him to fall back asleep so you could go to bed with Ino.
You learned to love Ino as much as he did you, that's why the both of you would spend countless nights together trying to put your little royals to bed.
After finishing his milk you carried the sleeping 4 year old to bed. Once in bed you tried not to make any noise so Miyu and Masaki wouldn't wake up and give you even more trouble. You three hopped into bed.
Takuma turned off the lamp and then fell asleep, very soon you closed your eyes and drifted off to a slumber with your heart finally at peace.
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Extra an: The header images were just some photos I found on pinterest and placed together, it's mostly what I wanted the dress, the bouquet and the ring to look like so you can use those as reference.
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