#sub ino

HEY GIRLIEPOP!!😍😍 I really liked writing this one because I understand it’s rare for minor characters to be written about.

They don’t have sex but trust me, you will love it nonetheless 😏😏

Something New ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

Across you, the barista—all sharp eyeliner and effortless half-smile—was leaning too far over the counter while taking your boyfriend’s order. Her blouse dipped just enough to be deliberate. I exhaled through my nose, slow.

Ino noticed this and shivered as he saw the jealousy within my eyes. He knew what was to come .

I pressed against his back, hooking my chin over his shoulder so our reflections blurred together. "See her often?" My voice was syrup-slow as my fingers traced the waistband of his sweats. His Adam's apple bobbed in the mirror. "N-no," he stammered, but his hips twitched forward when I palmed him through the fabric.

Ino’s breath hitched when my fingers dipped below his belt, his hips twitching forward into my touch before he could stop himself. His reflection in the mirror was a study in contradictions—the flush creeping up his neck, the way his teeth dug into his lower lip like he was trying to hold back a noise, the quiet, helpless way his body arched into your hands even as he muttered, “We shouldn’t—someone could—”

I nipped at his earlobe, relishing the full-body shudder it pulled from him. “They won’t,” I said, palming him through his jeans just to hear the way his breath stuttered. “Unless you want them to.” His head shook frantically, eyes squeezing shut for a second before he forced them open again, locked onto yours in the mirror. Good. You wanted him to watch.

The button of his jeans gave way with a quiet pop, the zipper hissing as you dragged it down. Ino’s fingers scrabbled at the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening, but he didn’t try to stop you—he never did, not really, not when it was you. The first touch of your hand against bare skin drew a choked-out sound from him, his hips jerking forward like he couldn’t help it. You smirked against the side of his neck. “That girl,” you murmured, stroking him slow, teasing, “You think she could make you feel like this?”

You tightened your grip just enough to make him whimper, the sound muffled against the back of his own hand as he bit down on his knuckles. "Didn't what?" you murmured, watching his reflection—the way his eyelashes fluttered, the sweat beading at his temples, the desperate little twitch of his hips as your thumb circled the head of his cock. "Didn't notice how she kept touching herself every time you laughed? Didn't see the way she leaned in?" You dragged your free hand up his chest, pinching his nipple through his shirt just to hear the punched-out gasp it tore from him. "Or did you just not care?"

Ino shook his head, his breath coming in shallow bursts. "I—I didn't—" He broke off with a moan when you twisted your wrist just so, his knees buckling slightly before he caught himself. The mirror fogged where his forehead pressed against it, his breath leaving damp streaks on the glass. "Please," he managed, the word ragged at the edges, "please, I—"

You slowed your strokes, dragging your palm down his length with deliberate, maddening lightness. "You what?" you teased, nipping at the tendon in his neck. "Tell me."

His reflection was a mess—lips swollen from biting them, hair sticking to his forehead, pupils blown so wide his irises were nearly gone. "I only want you," he choked out, hips stuttering forward into your touch. "Only ever you."

The mirror was streaked where Ino’s forehead had pressed against it, his breath fogging the glass in uneven patches. You dragged your free hand up his spine, feeling the tremors under his skin as your fingers curled into the damp fabric of his shirt. "Say it again," you murmured, lips grazing the shell of his ear, and watched his reflection shudder—the way his throat worked around a swallow, the way his eyelashes fluttered when your thumb swiped over the head of his cock.

"I—" Ino's voice cracked, hips jerking helplessly into your grip. "I only want you," he repeated, softer this time, wrecked. The admission hung between you, fragile as the condensation on the mirror. You tightened your hand just enough to make him whimper, his knees knocking against the sink cabinet as he tried to keep himself upright.

The moment his confession left his lips, you tightened your grip on his cock and stroked him with a ferocious pace—no more teasing, no mercy, just the slick drag of your hand working him toward the edge. Ino’s reflection in the mirror was a masterpiece of desperation: lips parted around ragged breaths, eyelids fluttering like he couldn’t decide whether to watch or shut it all out, his entire body trembling under your touch. You clicked your tongue and grabbed the back of his neck, forcing his head up so he couldn’t look away from himself. "Look at you," you murmured, your voice low and honeyed with cruelty. "Pathetic."

His breath hitched, his hips stuttering forward into your grip as if he couldn’t help it. The flush on his cheeks deepened, spreading down his throat like spilled wine, and you watched with satisfaction as his pupils dilated further, his lips forming a silent plea. His fingers scrabbled uselessly against the sink, knuckles white with the effort of holding himself up. You squeezed the base of his cock just enough to make him whine, a high, broken sound that echoed off the tiled walls. "This is what you are," you continued, dragging your thumb over the head of him, smearing the wetness there. "Mine. Look at yourself."

Ino’s reflection was a mess—his hair stuck to his forehead in damp strands, his lips swollen from biting them, his eyes glassy with surrender. He whimpered when you twisted your wrist just so, his body bowing forward before he caught himself, his forehead pressing against the fogged mirror again. You yanked him back by the hair, forcing him to meet his own gaze. "Say it," you demanded, your breath hot against his ear.

"I—I’m yours," he choked out, the words barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. His hips jerked erratically, his cock twitching in your hand as he teetered on the edge. You slowed your strokes just enough to keep him there, teetering, his entire body taut like a wire about to snap.

"You didn’t even notice her, did you?" you mused, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear. "All that effort she put in, touching her wrist, leaning in—and you were just nodding along like a dumb puppy." You tightened your grip, dragging your thumb over the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and Ino’s knees buckled. "She could’ve stripped naked in front of you and you still wouldn’t have looked away from your drink."

You cut him off with a sharp twist of your hand, wrenching a cry from him that echoed off the walls. "You didn’t what?" you taunted, watching his reflection crumble. "Didn’t think? Didn’t care?" His cock throbbed in your grip, precome beading at the tip and smearing across your fingers. You slowed your strokes again, just enough to make him whimper. "Or did you just know better?"

Ino’s throat worked as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing under your lips. "Knew better," he gasped, his hips twitching forward into your touch. "Knew—knew I—"

The sound of your palm connecting with his cheek was sharp—not enough to hurt, just enough to snap his head to the side, his breath catching audibly. Ino’s reflection blinked at you, lips parted, a faint pink bloom spreading across his skin where you’d struck him. You dragged your thumb over the spot, feeling the heat under his skin, and watched his pupils dilate further. "Look at you," you murmured, almost fondly, before your hand slid down his body, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his inner thigh. He jerked at the touch, his muscles tensing, but you held him there, kneading the spot just long enough to make him whimper before you delivered a swift, stinging slap.

Ino’s gasp was ragged, his hips bucking forward into nothing, his cock twitching against your other hand still wrapped around him. You clicked your tongue, watching the way his thighs trembled, the way his breath came in shallow, uneven bursts. "So eager," you teased, tightening your grip just enough to make him whine. "You’d take anything, wouldn’t you?" His nod was frantic, his throat working around another whimper, and you smirked before delivering another slap—this time to the flushed head of his cock, the sound obscenely loud in the tiled room.

Ino’s entire body convulsed, his knees giving out completely as a strangled cry tore from his throat. His cock pulsed violently in your hand, streaks of white splattering across the sink and mirror before his hips stuttered to a stop, his breath coming in ragged, hiccuping gasps. You stared at the mess, your own breath catching in your throat—you hadn’t expected that. Not like this.

You learn something new about him that day ..

tw; sub!ino, piss, calling you mama.

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ino was so happy, he had received compliments from nanami, his smile couldn't fit on his face when he walked through the door.

"mama!" he ran up to you to hug you, sinking his face in your tits and mumbling a lot of things. assuming that he was talking about kento, you could just feel his mouth moving, but also something in your thigh. "and said i was good!"

tw; calling you mama, mention of piss.

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ino wanted to be cool, he wanted to be strong, he wanted to be like nanami, he wanted to be one of the bests, and of course he was.

but when he walked through the door, he was just your ino.

"mama?" he called out from the door, his voice needy, he had exorcised so many curses today, he just wanted to suck.

but he got no answer, calling out loudly and waiting, but no one appeared and suddenly he wanted to cry, pouting like a baby. oh no, youre a grown man ino!

"ino?" you showed up with your hair full of foam, dripping water all over the floor. but it didn't matter because takuma was already in your arms, squeezing you and putting his face in your neck.

he likes it when you bathe with him, he likes it when you let him suck on your breast while you wash his hair, when you help him pee, how you help him get dressed and always give him a kiss before leave the bathroom.

"want mama" he murmurs against your chest, rubbing against you, so so needy.

walking through that door ino was just your little cuddle bug, needy and modesty aside, very obedient, your best boy.