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hoe-kkotsu · 3 years

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BLUE. | fourth act

PAIRING. suna rintarō x fem!reader

GENRE. angst, smut, fluff if you squint, mean!suna, soulmate, high school/college

GEN. TAGS. some fucked up family drama, bullying, violence, blood, corruption kink, explicit smut, addiction

TW. oral sex (m), violence, mentions of blood, death threats, language

PLAYLIST. alejandro – lady gaga [slowed], two ghosts – harry styles, crashing – illenium ft. bahari, killshot – magdalena bay, urs – niki, 19 – jvla, privilege – the weeknd, sweat – zayn, red – taylor swift

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fourth.

Was I a fucking idiot? Maybe yes, maybe no. That message I’ve sent would guarantee Blue rushing towards the police station to have me behind bars. Too bad for her, I had the police in this city by the balls.

There was no point telling her lies. I might be a different breed of the word asshole, but pretending wasn’t my thing. I was so goddamn sick of it. It’s all I’ve ever done for most of my life. Thinking about it now only sent an anger that I have been harboring towards the whole world since I was ten years old. The only thing keeping me from going batshit was the sensation of my cock being sucked like my cum could lengthen the lifetime of this woman between my thighs.

Her spit covered my length, flowing languidly towards the base of my dick. Her lipstick was almost gone, as she was bobbing her head up-and-down like we were on a race or some shit.

To Blue: that’s not as worse as leaving a stray cat, you know.

Slurping filled the whole room, together with the muffled sound of the speakers outside. Osamu was fucking a chick from behind as she bent over the pool table. Atsumu was nowhere to be found, probably trolling around somewhere in this mansion. Omi was hitting another blunt, his eyes far away. Eyes that told me he was eating his step-sister out in his imagination.

Well, not my fucking problem. I’ve got a mouth around my dick already. But someway, somehow, this wasn’t the mouth I’d love to fuck.

That’s when her image flashed in my brain like a snap of a camera.

Help. Fucking Help. So goddamn ballsy, so goddamn vulnerable. Stupid as she was on our last encounter, I wouldn’t fucking mind having her feisty mouth warming my cock right now. For real. With her, looking up at me, doe-eyed, pussy dripping with want.

My balls tightened at that.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I reached for Erika’s hair, the girl sucking me, but before I could guide her head, my phone dinged.

From Blue: Tell me you’re joking.

A ghost of a smirk painted my lips. It’s always exhilarating to be in this position. She must’ve been thinking that I was a shitfaced liar. Well, what I’ve said was true. I did try killing my Dad when I was fifteen, because the fuckwit deserved it. And I wasn’t done yet.

To Blue: nope

I heard some groaning below me. Erika emerged, spit covering her mouth and said, “At least pay attention to me. My jaw’s turning sore—” Blah blah blah.

“Sorry, baby. It’s the blunt,” I lied. Truth be told, I was so close to cumming seconds ago. But that image of Help stopped me from giving this girl a facial. Was my dick disappointed that it won’t be Help’s face I was going to fill?

From Blue: You’re crazy.

Taking that as a compliment, I bit my lower lip to suppress a grin. I probably was crazy. And that’s what makes shit interesting. Crazy was the greatest compliment of all. You could be an idiot, only doing foolish things. You could be a bastard, only doing disappointing things. But you could be crazy, doing unpredictable things. People fear the unpredictable as much as they fear the unknown.

However, I didn’t want to scare the living shit out of Blue. I haven’t tasted her cunt yet, so I was not going to push her away before I could fuck her.

To Blue: i was kidding. no one could beat ur worse, blue.

From Blue: That’s what I thought. I’m so close to believing that my soulmate’s a murderer.

I chuckled at her response, preparing to type a reply when Erika suddenly pulled away, fed up by my detachment. She glared down at me but I was too fucking high to react as she stomped away and slammed the door behind her.

Omi whipped his head to the noise, his eyes narrowed into slits. “Whoever the fuck is that better run and get the fuck out of my mansion now.”

I stood up, tucking my dick back in my pants. I needed a booze. Strolling towards the bar counter, I saw Osamu pumping his seed to the girl’s back.

“Where’s Atsumu?” I asked no one in particular, pouring me some hard liquor.

“Fuck if I know. Probably dicking down someone’s pussy right now,” Omi answered, trekking towards the door. He opened it and yelled something for anyone to hear. “Turn the goddamn speakers louder!”

Louder? Jesus fucking Christ. This house was so close to exploding from all the noise that I almost felt bad about the neighbors. Almost.

What the fuck was his game? Then, I remembered that he could see his step-sister’s bedroom from here. Would often sit and watch her study like a fucking creep.

“Let your sister study for fuck’s sake,” I said.

Emptying my glass, it hit me that I would probably go home with blue balls tonight. Fuck. I should’ve come when I had the chance. Now, I’ve got to work this shit and jerk this off later.

I wasn’t in the mood for fucking, either. That needed a lot of motion and I wasn’t feeling it.

Osamu slid on the bar stool beside me, smoking a joint. “Hey,” he greeted.

I shot up a brow to my forehead. “Hey? What the fuck’s that?” Whenever he’s like this, a hundred-percent chance that he needs something. And I’ve got a feeling that whatever it was won’t make me happy.

“That girl earlier,” he began. “Did you fuck her?”

Straight to the motherfucking point. I continued scrolling through my phone. “How early is this ‘earlier’? Because every girl I’ve talked to since I came here has already bent over for me.”

He dragged from his joint, covering our faces with a screen of smoke. “Earlier. At that high school.”

I fucking knew it. My jaw ticked, lips glowering before I could even comprehend that it was Help he was referring to. “Hate to break it to you, Miya: that pussy’s off-limits.”

“Unless you already had your dick deep inside the said pussy, I don’t fucking think so,” he challenged.

A vein in my forehead protrude. What the fuck was going on inside this fuckwit’s brain? Not facing him, I huffed out a dark chuckle. “Don’t fucking tell me you’re ready to settle down because you’ve held hands? You a virgin?”

Of course, he wasn’t. Osamu might be the most composed bastard but I knew him better than to believe the friendly face he’s shown in front of Help. He could fuck a chick while talking about the weather. And because I knew him, I have deduced that he wanted Help’s pussy as much as I did.

It’s always in the eyes.

“Cut the crap, Suna. Did you fuck her?”

Second Rule: I could fuck the chick even though she’s already sucked any of the three assholes’ dick. But I couldn’t fuck her if she’s already been railed by one of them.

That was our rule. I didn’t fucking know who created that. It’s probably Atsumu because he liked to keep the Bro Code clean. But we’ve practiced that for years already to break it now.

I could say that I did. Though, I’d be breaking the very first rule: Don’t lie.

We were probably the nastiest motherfuckers out there, but we didn’t lie between each other. However, I was a hair’s breadth away from doing so.

My jaw tightened. “No. Not yet,” I emphasized.

I heard his faint hum of approval. It took all in me not to punch his mouth. “It’s on, then. May the best man win.”

The glass clinked as it melted in my glass. I pulled up a smirk. You could fuck with anyone, even with Omi, but you don’t fuck with me. “Don’t sweat it. You’ve already lost.”

Osamu raised his brows in fascination while laughing sourly. “Yeah? Do you even have her number?”

“Number? Well, lemme let you in on a secret: she works for me,” I said. Technically, she wasn’t. But if she’s helping my old woman, then she’s working for my ass, too.

His thick brows furrowed faintly before he forced a grin. “Sweet. Catch me in your house tomorrow, then.”

I returned the grin wider. “Yeah. Don’t cry if you see us fucking in the threshold.”

He patted my back, harder than he should’ve. “Don’t be fucking disgusting.”

On the outside, any person that’d walk in on us would think that we’re having some friendly conversation. They couldn’t hear the death threats below.

“Please. Don’t tell me you aren’t planning to fuck her stupid behind your door?”

He shrugged that high school-boy shrug paired with a downward lips. Yeah, I was doing my best not to pounce on him right now. “Nah. Maybe I’m serious about her. I know you couldn’t fucking relate. I mean, you’re Rintarō Suna.”

I stood one foot up, grinning at him. This fucker believed that he knew how to irk me. And his failed attempt at it just herded me angrier. “You wanna fuck with me, Miya?”

Osamu faced me, nose to my nose. “C’mon, dude. It’s not like I can win against you, right?”

It’s not like me to lose my cool this way. I would’ve given up and let Osamu have his way with Help. Because who the fuck does she think she is that I’d fight my friend to have her pussy alone for myself? But I didn’t fucking know why— I didn’t know why was I so goddamn irritated with Osamu’s face right now.

“Glad that you know, shitface. Right now, you have two choices: One, shut the fuck up. Two, I break that grin off your face. Choose.”

I wasn’t the buffed-type, but everyone was aware I knew how to fight. Osamu might be packing compared to me, but he knew that I could break his bones in two. Nevertheless, I felt his hand tightening around my collar, his fist coming up at me before I could even realize.

I stumbled down, struggling to stand still. Fucking hell. My split lip hasn’t healed yet, and there it was, cleaved again. I wiped the blood with my thumb, grinning.

“Dude,” I spat, “That’s some embarrassing punch right there.”

Osamu gave me the finger. “Show me how you do it, then.”

The door suddenly swung free, revealing the piss-haired blonde while smoking. Atsumu looked at us, unfazed. He stepped inside the room, not batting an eye while tugging someone by the arm.

And as if the night wasn’t fucked up for me yet, our eyes met. The mood dropped. That familiar wrath lie-lowing in my chest brewed alive.

“What are you doing here?” My voice held zero emotions. This mothefucker in front of me didn’t deserve any.

She straightened up, quickly washing away her shock from seeing me ready to have a brawl. That coldness wrapped her eyes like icicles. If I was the same boy eight years ago, I would’ve flinched.

“Your asshole of a friend won’t let me go,” she answered cooly with overflowing confidence that made me sick to my stomach.

Atsumu shrugged. “Saw her outside. Thought I’d bring her to ya.”

“Seika, get the fuck out of here,” Omi deadpanned. Similar to me, his mood also went downhill.

I should feel better that my friends were thinking about my feelings. Instead, I felt like a fucking loser. “Seika. Outside.” I didn’t wait for her to follow. I knew she would. She wouldn’t let this chance pass by.

Hands in my pocket, I strolled towards the backyard, where a bunch of teenagers with daring swimsuits littered all around the pool. In my presence, they all looked my way. All it took was for me to motion one finger for them to get out. One by one, they brought their drinks and their cigs inside the house.

“What do you want?” Seika’s cold voice was enough to shake me in fury. I didn’t fucking know that one could harbor such negative emotions for another person, but here I was.

I turned to face her with the widest grin on my face like I was the Cheshire cat in Alice. “Missed ya, Sis.”

Her face crumpled in disgust. Arms hovering over his chest. “If you don’t have anything to say, good bye.”

“Why are you here, Seika?” I demanded before she could wheel around and walk away from me. “Lemme guess, that old bastard asked you to stalk me, didn’t he? And here I thought that seeing your face at school was enough torture already.”

Seika huffed. “Old bastard? You fucking are a wreck. After you attempted to kill him, I don’t even know what Dad sees in you. Why he still cares about you.”

“Do you wanna know why? It’s because I have balls. Figuratively and literally.” I yawned, feigning insouciance.

Seika looked as though she was going to snap a vein anytime soon. “You’re nothing but a worthless piece-of-shit, Rin. Remember that.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve said that for like, two million times already. So, are you done ruining my night or nah?” I inserted my pinky inside my left ear.

There it was— her eyes. So devoid of emotion, so devoid of anything. I knew that look so damn well. “I’ll kill you.”

I chuckled darkly, the sound tasted like ash and smoke in my mouth. “You really don’t learn, do you? I’ll fucking beat you to it.“

Deciding that the conversation was done, I walked past her. She held my arm, which automatically sent tremors running down my spine. Out of spite. Out of rage.

“Let me go,” I hissed.

Seika returned the chuckle. “I’ll take everything from you, Rin. Everything. Don’t even think that you’ve won this already.”

I captured her hand, grasped it tightly as to crush bone, then tugged it away from my arm. “I’ve already fucking won, Seika. Friendly advice, you better start finding a job now. Because you won’t fucking taste a single penny from me.”

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hoe-kkotsu · 4 years

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No Promises Inumaki x Reader

Premise: Reader goes out of their way to get Inumaki to speak by annoying him to the ends of the earth

Genre: Smut, Kinda fluffy end

Word Count: 6k oops

Warnings: none

a/n: smut is about halfway through if you wanna skip, also feel free to notify me if you notice any issues !!

“Get fucked” was the first thing you ever heard him say. At least the first normal thing you heard him say. The silence that fell through the room as everyone stared in disbelief was terrifying. Inumaki’s scowl perfectly juxtaposed your own expression, sweet with victory.

“Does that count as a curse?”

Since your family was involved with the school you had grown up near it and were well acquainted with both students and staff. A blonde boy caught your eye during his second year, barely any older than you but you were too scared to introduce yourself anyway. It was his third year when you were finally forced into interacting with him and you quickly became confused by the way he spoke. “Cat got your tongue?” you asked.

“tuna.”

“Oh my bad, tuna got your tongue then?” he didn’t respond. You knew him to be a nice guy from your interactions with his schoolmates but they failed to mention his speaking quirk.

You learned from your dear friend Maki that his name was Inumaki and that was just the way he spoke, “Don’t let it bother you,” she advised, “you’ll get used to it, he’s a nice kid.” You tried, but the more you were faced with him in the next months the more it bothered you.

While you were hanging around Maki’s room late one night he somehow came up in the conversation “He has his reasons why does it still bother you?” Maki asked from her bed while you sat facing her on her floor

“Everyone says he used to speak! I just wanna hear him say something normal” you whined.

“What do you like him or something?” maki sarcastically snickered. It wasn’t the first time she suggested it. You stood up.

“Absolutely not! It just feels like some sort of game I have to beat,” you knew how awkward you sounded but still you defended yourself.

“I know, I know calm down” she laughed.

You decide it’s best to change the subject, “Whatever. It’s getting cold can you turn the heat on?” Even in the cold season, you’d still wear a tank top and shorts to sleep, you weren’t going to change that just because you were sleeping at Maki’s for the night.

“Nah the AC is broken, go borrow some pajamas from Megumi or something” Your friendship with Maki led you to being well acquainted with Fushiguro so even though you preferred not to bother him you felt comfortable enough asking him this favor.

You left Maki’s room and tip-toed down the corridor so as not to wake anyone, but as fate would have it you encountered Sir Riceball himself, donning nothing but grey sweatpants and towel-drying his hair. This was the first time you’d ever seen him without that ridiculous uniform collar covering half his face, and most certainly the first time you’d seen this much skin from him. The blood ran straight to your face and in your surprise you tripped and fell to the floor, quickly alerting him to your presence.

He helped you up without a second thought.

“Thanks” was all you could manage to say while avoiding his eyes.

“Shake shake” he responded. You could feel his eyes scan you and it felt like you were ten times more exposed than you were already. He let go of your hand and motioned to a clock with an inquisitive look on his face.

You tried to guess what he was asking, “What time is it?” he shook his head no and pointed to you then to the window revealing the night sky. “Why am I here so late?” you continued your attempt to decipher what he was trying to say and luckily he nodded to signal you were correct. “I was helping Maki with something and it got pretty late so I figured I’d crash on her floor tonight,” he tilted his head, “Oh! I got cold and her heats busted so I was gonna go ask Fushiguro to lend me some pajamas!” he cracked a small smile, of course you were cold dressed like that, it’s freezing out. But for some reason, your answer bothered him. He didn’t want Megumi to see you like that- the way the shorts hugged your hips and the cold breeze caused your nipples to peek through the tank top- yeah that wasn’t gonna happen.

He muttered something about bonito flakes and grabbed your hand to pull you towards his room. His actions surprised you but you had no reason not to trust him so you complied. In his room he fished out some fuzzy pants and a big t-shirt and tossed them to you, “Wait can I borrow these?” you asked and he rolled his eyes. Why would he have thrown them to you if not for you to borrow?

“Shake shake,” he nodded and you smiled at him causing him to blush ever so slightly. He turned his head before you could notice. What he did not expect you to do was to turn around and start changing in front of him. Just the sight of your bare back caused him to strain in his sweatpants. The shirt was big enough that it covered your ass when you pulled your shorts off, he wasn’t sure if he should thank god or curse him for blocking the view.

Once you were dressed you turned around to thank him again. You hugged his side without thinking and offered your thanks. He looked surprised but only momentarily. He looked like he was about to say something before offering just another “Shake shake” and you frowned.

“Just one word? Cant, you just say one word to me?” your tone bordered on begging but he shook his head and you sighed. “Whatever man, goodnight I guess.” left his room to head back to Maki’s.

He would be upset at the way you left if he wasn’t preoccupied with the thought of you in such little clothes, the way your midriff peaked out, and the way your chest perked in the cold. Not to mention the sight of your thighs could cure diseases and the curve of your back changing into his shirt drove him mad. The thing that truly set him off though was how your chest pressed against him while you quickly hugged him. His hand was in his pants less than a minute after you shut the door. He thanked the universe that you had not made it to Megumi, he got angry just thinking about his friend seeing you like that instead of him. Why did that have to bother him so much?

You pointedly avoided him whenever you were at the school for the next three or so months. After you made Maki return his clothes for you he knew something was up but he never got the chance to talk to you about it, after all, it’s not like he would even really talk. Were you that mad about him not speaking normally to you?

No, you were embarrassed, you couldn’t look at him without seeing the barely dressed version of himself from that night and you were not willing to risk going red in the face just by being near him. Not a chance.

It felt like years before you were comfortable being close to him again but considering the frequency at which you were around the school, it’s not like you could avoid him forever. You would only ever dare be near him in a group setting though.

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One night after a particularly calm week you, Maki, and some school mates were hanging around in Yuuji’s room. The atmosphere had been tense ever since Inumaki showed up but eventually lightened up. Though, when he responded to one of Yuuji’s jokes with a simple “Salmon Roe” you got ticked off.

“Dude just fuckin talk for once,” you snapped, and the tension was once again as thick as could be. No one ever asked but people noticed the way you were suddenly avoidant of Inumaki and they were all too curious to see the culmination of it.

Inumaki rolled his eyes and offered no response which only served to irk you more.

“You’re gonna fuckin talk. I don’t care what it takes I’m gonna make you somehow” you stared at him before scanning the room around you. You huffed, realizing you made it horrible awkward, and left the room without another word.

It took two weeks for you to even dare show up at their school again.

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When you return it became Inumaki’s personal hell. You used any and every tactic to try to make him talk and spared him no mercy. He refused to budge though, dead set on winning this unofficial competition that you’re both locked in.

It went on like that for months, you got under his skin and he did everything in his power to keep his cool. Eventually, they were in their fourth year, which you constantly teased them for even having. How many schools in Japan have an extra year? Hilarious.

You knew Inumaki was getting tired though, on top of his already ridiculously stressful life as a sorcerer he had to deal with you acting like a child constantly just because you wanted to hear him talk. It would’ve been easy to just give you a simple word and you’d be happy and leave him alone but he is far too stubborn and you were in far too deep.

Tonight, somehow, his room is the center of gathering, and of course, as his luck would have it, Maki has you in tow. You know you’re being weird in this situation but he’s not doing any better, its been almost a year now since you’ve been in his room and you hope he doesn’t remember the circumstance. What you don’t know was that it is WAY worse for him than for you. He can’t even meet your eyes.

Ever since that encounter he’s thought about you nearly every night, the way the tiny clothes barely covered you. He thinks about taking you on every possible surface in that room and he thinks about laying with you afterwards and gazing into your eyes. He’s truly fucked. And now you're HERE? in HIS room? AGAIN? The universe definitely has it out for him.

Of course the torment never stops though, you pull trick after trick to see him crack and tonight is no different, you’re on your A-game.

“Dude you know she’d shut up if you just said one thing,” Yuuji voices what everyone is thinking.

“Nah he secretly likes getting all of (Y/N)‘s attention” Maki adds.

He stands up immediately to defend himself, mouth open as if to speak, he catches himself and mutters some regular old sushi crap and sits down while shaking his head but you still noticed the slight break. You have a positively brilliant idea. Instead of being hurt by how vehemently he denied liking you, you decide you can use it to your advantage. His disdain will be the mother of his downfall.

All eyes are on you as you make your way over to his bad and sit next to him, “C’mon man just admit it you’re obsessed with me.” Your presence makes him shift uncomfortably.

You lean up even closer, “If not me, then who? You’re a man, right? there’s gotta be someone you fancy.” He glares at you. Bingo. Though the thought of him having feelings for someone else hurts, it isn’t important right now.

“Oh? Right on the nose?” you put your weight on his shoulder “Is it Maki? Though you can’t have her I saw her first.” The giggles that fill the room are a stark contrast to the animosity in the way he looks at you.

“Or is it Kugisaki hmm? Didn’t know you had a thing for younger girls, Inumaki.”

“Or maybe our dear silent prince has a secret girlfriend outside of school?” you sure hope not.

“Get fucked” he says lowly.

shit. shit shit shit shit shit. wait.

Your face lights up. You actually did it. You won.

“Does that count as a curse?” you chuckle while your friends stare in disbelief. Your victory is short-lived as Maki stands up to announce that she’s leaving before things go even more sour and everyone else files out behind her. You attempt to weasel out with them but when you’re halfway out the door he pulls you back in the room and locks the door.

“You and I need to talk” he crosses his arms.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “wow so after how many years we’re finally on speaking terms?”

“What the hell is your problem?” his agitation is unsettling but your defiance is unwavering.

“Hey, everyone said you were nice when you used to talk whatever happened to that.” It dawns on you that you fucked up. You really fucked up.

“I don’t exactly have a desire to be nice to you right now” he unzips the jacket covering his face and for a moment your eyes are stuck taking in his all-too-often covered beauty. He points to the bed to tell you to go sit down but your head. “Fine. Be that way. Go sit” and you find yourself obeying his command because of his cursed speech. You realize should’ve thought that one through.

Once seated on the bed you peer up at him, “great I’m here now what?”

“Now what? Now you’re gonna tell me where you get off on being a giant thorn in my side every minute of every day.”

“I just wanted to hear-“

“No. This is about more than the speaking issue now. Why the hell do you feel the need to tease me about crushes when you already know how I feel about you.” you are absolutely dumbfounded.

“What do you mean ‘How you feel about me’?” you quickly ask.

“Don’t play dumb I know you avoided me after that night because you knew I liked you” He feels like a child, arguing over something like a crush.

“I was avoiding you because-“ you don’t finish your sentence and instead wonder how you ended like this. Are you stupid or is he? Maybe both of you are just fart too oblivious.

“Because? C’mon spit it out”

You don’t have a choice but to speak because of his cursed speech, “I was avoiding you because all I could think about was kissing you whenever I saw you and I didn’t want to embarrass myself” you choke out against your will. Inumaki pauses in shock and then smirks to himself. The situation is finally turning to favor him.

“Oh? and how did you go from wanting to kiss me to wanting to make my life hell?” he peers down at you and walks closer to your spot on the edge of his bed.

You avoid his gaze and retreat farther into his bed. “The two aren’t mutually exclusive...” you trail off. He is loving this.

“I’m sorry what was that?” he leans over you and puts his hand to his ear.

“Oh fuck off already” you whine and then he immediately has you pinned to the bed.

“Babe, I think you forgot I get to give the commands here.” Why did he have to be so hot? You wriggle under him, struggling pointlessly against his grip, and finally meet his eyes. You instinctively tighten your thighs together and your face grows hot when you realized his proximity. Your actions don’t go unnoticed.

“Say, (Y/N), do you remember the last time you were in my room?” you nod and swallow, remembering the way he looked with his hair wet and barely anything covering him. “Good, good,” he continues, “so you remember the skimpy little excuse of an outfit you were trouncing around in,” he leans closer and you can feel his breath as he speaks “or how you tore it off without a thought even though I was right there.” His gaze instills both fear and lust and each feeling intensifies as he removes one of his hands from its position holding you down and places it under your shirt to touch your side.

The cold touch of his hand makes you shiver and he heavily considers stopping before he understands the extent to which you’re enjoying this. The realization makes him strain against his pants. “Did you think you would be safe because it was in front of me? Do you not take me seriously, (Y/N)?” He licks a stripe up your neck causing you to shudder and he proceeds to mock you with your earlier quip “I am a man you know” he trails his hand down ever so slightly and laughs when you whimper.

“Why are you doing this?” your desire for the man on top of you is almost too much to bear, every word of his goes right to your and every touch sets your skin ablaze. The slick between your legs is already becoming a bother and he has barely put a hand on you. You’re aching for him to touch you.

“Well you have been making my life hell for a long damn time now I think it’s only fair that I get to teach you a lesson” his voice is as soft as usual and smooth as butter. You swallow thickly as he lowers his hand again until he reaches your hip bone, messing up your shorts a bit.

“You said you thought about kissing me, right?”, you shift in his grasp again, embarrassed by your admission, but he goes on, “you wanna know what I’ve been thinking about?” you stare up at him inquisitively, silently begging an answer. He smiles and whispers “I’ve been thinking about fucking you on every surface in this room” The whine you let out is nothing short of embarrassing.

“Would you like that, (Y/N)?” he stares down at you. You know what he’s really asking and the weight of your response, and despite how much you want this, your self-consciousness forces you to avert your eyes and keep silent. “Ah? answer me.”

You fall victim to his cursed speech again and quickly answer a soft, “yes.” He has you now. You hide your face in sheer embarrassment as he cockily smiles down at you.

“That’s what I thought. But somebody decided to be an insufferable bother instead of being a good girl and asking nicely for what she wanted. It’s a shame isn’t it?” he sighs.

You try to defend yourself, “I asked you to speak!” his hand squeezes your hip before rising up to grip your chin.

“We both know that’s not what I was talking about.”

He nips at your neck, “the only person you can blame for this predicament is yourself” when he reaches the juncture between your neck and shoulder he bites down hard causing you to gasp.

“I think I liked you better when you spoke in fish talk” It’s an obvious lie.

“Awe but princess whose fault is it that I had to break that.” He isn’t wrong and that makes it so much worse. He switches up and starts bombarding the other side of your neck. The hand holding your chin is left to explore your body, while the other hand is still holding yours down above you. It isn’t enough though, you need more of him.

“Inu-“ you try to beg but he cuts you off.

“Toge” Your heart would jump at him wanting you to call him by his first name if you weren’t going crazy under him.

“Toge, please”

“Please what?”

“Please hurry!” he snickers at your desperation. Bastard.

“I think I’ll pass, doesn’t seem like you’ve learned your lesson.” He punctuates the sentence with a bite by your collarbone. You hate yourself for being turned on by this.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry and I promise it won’t happen again! Please!”

“God, fine,” he relents and moves his hand from your arms down to support himself but you didn’t dare move them even now that they’re free. ‘Cute’ Toge thinks to himself. Once he’s propped up he moves his other hand finally down below your shorts to your underwear, first feeling the wet spot on the outside and then moving them aside to dip two fingers into your heat. “You're soaked,” he says quietly, more to himself than to you.

“Shut up asshole, whose fault do you think it is?” you immediately regret your words.

He removes his hands and you whine at the loss, “Asshole? I wouldn’t complain when I’m giving you exactly what you asked for. Besides,” he moves from his position above you to the floor so he that he’s kneeling by your shorts, “I can be a lot more of an ‘asshole’ than this”. You finally move your arms down to support yourself so that you can see what he was doing and fall back down almost immediately as he sinks his teeth into your thigh.

He’s an ass alright, he licks and nips and pokes and prods everywhere except where you need it for what feels like entire centuries. You’re practically shaking with both frustration and anticipation. “This would be a lot easier if you didn’t move so fucking much” he hisses.

“Well it would be a lot easier to stay still if you stopped teasing me and just fucked me already” he rolls his eyes at your response. You’re not getting what you want that easily.

You jump when he leaves a particularly hard bite on your thigh. “Don’t move,” he commands and as his stupid ability would have it, you can’t move a muscle. You don’t miss the way he smiles to himself when he resumes his work tormenting you.

When he at long last decides he’s done you inwardly jump for joy. Your celebration is short-lived though, “You're not off the hook yet,” he reminds you.

“Can I at least move now?” you beg and he considers for a few seconds before speaking.

“You can move now.” Thank god. If he didn’t release you who knows what might’ve happened. Probably not much since you couldn’t move but it definitely would’ve sucked. “Next time don’t make me use a curse to hold you still.” Next time? The thought of a next time fills you with both euphoria and anxiety. How would you deal with all of this again? Not to mention the main event hasn’t even begun yet.

You’re stirred from your thoughts by him crawling up to finally meet your lips in a kiss. Generally, you kiss someone before you leave them a dripping mess but you’ll chastise him for that later. You’d prefer to savor this.

His lips are soft against yours and you’re pretty sure you can feel the cursed energy radiating off his mouth because of his ability. At first it’s soft and sweet, making you almost forget the nature of your situation, but it quickly grows aggressive with both of you wanting as much of the other as you could have. It’s messy and it’s grabby but it’s exactly what you need and you find yourself moaning into him. He pulls away to free himself of his jacket and t-shirt and you shamelessly ogle his toned torso.

“Take a picture it’ll last you longer” he smirks at you from above.

“Not longer than this is taking Ill bet”

“Patience is a virtue, love, and this is still a punishment.” His words send shivers down your spine.

He crawls back on top of you. “You know, you’re always beautiful but seeing you desperate and panting is a special treat for the eyes.” you blush hard at his remark and try to squirm away before he holds you still. “Not so fast, princess, I thought you wanted this?” He runs his hand down your abdomen into your shorts and finally slips his fingers back into you. You mewl at the feeling and buck your hips unintentionally into his hand.

It's practically bliss after all of the teasing he put you through. You lace your fingers in his hair and pull him in for another sloppy kiss while he finger fucks you. You’re in heaven.

The boy knocks you out of your thoughts to whisper into your ear, “You know, babe, cursed aren’t the only thing my mouth is good for,” he slowly makes his way back down again between your legs.

“Yeah I get it please don’t start back up with the teasing.” You try to shut your legs in a strange attempt to deter him from resuming his earlier attack.

“Relax, I’m being nice, now arms up” he uses his power to command your arms back up above your head and finally pulls your shorts off of you. He pulls your underwear aside with his right hand and resumes his previous ministrations with his left, two fingers expertly stroking inside your most intimate area while you settle back into bliss. He smiles to himself and gently kisses your thigh before deciding to dive right into his next meal. You jump when you feel his tongue prod at your clit but you shudder with content when he finds his rhythm. Perhaps the gods actually are looking out for both of you.

He eats you like a five-star meal, savoring every moan and whimper that falls from your lips, he’s good and he knows it. You can’t even be sure if he’s doing this for you or for him. You’re so close and you desperately want him to finish you, “Toge, pleeeease” you moan and he quirks an eyebrow. Maybe it’s been a while but this certainly isn’t his first rodeo, he knows exactly what you're getting at.

“What’s that? You wanna cum?”

“God! Yes! Please!” you whine and he chuckles. Your orgasm is so close that you could reach out and grab it until he pulls his fingers out and you almost cry at the loss of contact.

The shaman laughs at you, “Did you forget you were bad? If you want to redeem yourself you’re gonna have to cum on my cock.” The way he speaks to you now is nothing like the normal Inumaki you know and the contrast would be frightening if it wasn’t so arousing. He stands up from his position kneeling in front of you and grabs your hips to pull you to the edge of the bed. “If I release you will you be good and stay there?” you nod furiously and he smiled, “you’re free” he whispers and you immediately use your arms to grab his neck and pull him in for another kiss.

Once he pulls away he grinds against you a few times. You lean into the contact. You’re so needy it feels like your skin is on fire and only his touches could put it out. He moves his hand to finally strip you of your underwear and discard it on the floor.

You sit up to reach for his pants but he pushes you back into the mattress “What did I say?” you remember your promise not to move and stay down. He leans down to lock your lips in another deep kiss and runs his hands down your sides to reassure you. You’re sure he can feel your heart pounding.

He pulls away so that he can reach and pull down his sweats and allow his erection to spring free. You’re surprised at the size he presents, considering how soft Toge’s presence generally is you wouldn’t have thought his dick would be so,,, imposing. But there you are practically salivating at it. He chuckles and you realize you’re staring.

He pulls you even closer and spreads your legs, you quickly move to cover yourself but he stops you, “Awe c’mon baby, pretty girls shouldn’t hide.” he coos and leans over to kiss your forehead.

He grabs himself and strokes against you to collect the slick still building between your thighs and you whine every time he passed over your swollen clit. It feels like you’re going to burst but you don’t want to disobey him and risk prolonging the torture so you keep as quiet as possible.

When he decides he’s ready he puts his hands over your hips and slowly pushes in. He lets out a sultry groan that makes you clench. He lets his head hang back as he eases into his rhythm. You're sure you’ve never known such bliss. He fills every bit of you perfectly. His thrusts are steady and deliberate like everything else about him. He moves his hand just below your navel and grunts. When you look up to question him he takes your hand to rest it in the the same position and you’re shocked at what you find; he’s so big you can feel him from the outside.

He could go on forever and you would be happy. It’s a perfect scene until his thrusts become frantic and then come to a halt. You whine and try to rock your hips into his but he holds you down.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“Do you like me?” he quietly responds.

“What?”

“Do you like me?”

“Are you serious?”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” You nod your head aggressively to his question. “Then, Do you like me?” You’re surprised he’s asking you about your feelings right now like they aren’t obvious. It's especially evident that he was avoiding using his cursed speech to get you to respond. He wants you to say it of your own volition. He wants you to mean it.

“....yes”

“like you mean it”

“Yes. I like you! Since the first time I saw you walking the grounds. I like you a whole fucking lot,” you confess sincerely, “now please get back to fucking me!”

Like a new man, he bends down and kisses you before grabbing your hips up off his bed to pull you into him while he thrusts into you. It’s a slight difference but the new angle is twice as he’s and thrice as deep. Your moans grow loud but you can’t bring yourself to care anymore.

You reach down to touch yourself but he quickly swats your hand away, “You can touch when I say so,” he huffs, “Only I get to touch you right now.”

You plead with him, but your words came out in stutters because of his hard thrusts, “But..... wanna cum...... feels good.”

He tries to stifle a laugh at your desperation, “Baby, I don’t see what you’re not getting, you can cum when I say so.” You look up at him with pure need. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” you nod your head quite enthusiastically. He looks over you to take in your flushed face and the way your hair clings to the sweat on your neck, it's the most beautiful sight that has ever graced his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks and you nodded again. He grins mischievously and leans towards your ear, “then cum.”

He doesn’t even need to touch you for you to see stars. His cursed speech makes the knot in your stomach snap immediately. He continues pumping in and out of you while you writhe and spasm under him from the intensity of your orgasm. He adores the fact that it was him making you feel this way. He adores the way that tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. He adores the way you fumble for words. Mostly he adores you. Fuck. He’s close.

You find yourself already quickly approaching another high, “Toge-“ he cuts you off.

“Shh, gettin close,” he says, “Can you manage another one for me? Wanna come together.” you nod to him and he smiled, “Atta girl, where do you want it?”

It’s a considerate question but you’re embarrassed to answer, you don’t want to keep him waiting though.

“.. Inside.... please,” you say it so softly he barely hears it. Once he registers your words he groans at the thought of you wanting him to coat your insides. This is his dream come true.

He gives everything he had in his last thrusts, fucking into you like his life depends on it. “Are you ready?”

“Ah- fuck- yes,” you moan out, “please, Toge.” Were you trying to kill him?

With the way you say his name he knows he can’t hang on much longer. He takes a deep breath in and leans down to whisper in your ear, “cum for me.” His cursed words flowed through your body as you come undone around him. As soon as Toge feels you contract around him he grunts, his thrusts become sloppy as he finishes inside of you and the heat emanating from it only intensifies your orgasm. He kisses you again while you both calm down. This one is softer than any other so far, it’s loving and reverent. It suits the calm and quiet Inumaki you fell in love with. He pulls away for air, taking a few deep breaths before he pulls out of you with a sigh. He wipes his length with the shirt he discarded on the floor earlier, tucks himself into his underwear, and pulls his sweats back up to his hips.

“Oh my god, how am I supposed to walk to the showers without anyone seeing me?” you panic.

“You just have to ruin the moment don’t you?” he sighs while walking over to his dresser and fishing for something. He pulls out a towel and heads back over to a water bottle on his nightstand, he offers you a sip before dumping some of it on the towel to dampen it. He pats the part of the bed closest to him so you crawl over. He uses the soft towel to gently but thoroughly wipe you off before doing the same to himself.

“I guess that works,” He doesn’t respond to you but instead walks back over to his drawers to grab a pair of underwear and a large t-shirt to throw in your direction. “I am not wearing your underwear,” you protest.

“I don’t think you want yours,” he responds and you look at your underwear on the floor, wet and wrinkly. He isn’t wrong.

You step into the underwear he offered you and throw off your sweaty shirt in favor of his clean one, “Thanks,” you mumble awkwardly, not sure how to tread after what just happened.

The shaman grabs you and plopped back into his bed, holding you to his chest, “So you like me huh?” he says quietly and you turn red.

“I guess I might’ve said that” you avoid his gaze but he turns you around to look at him.

He kisses you on the forehead, “You’re finally mine,” he said softly, not possessive loving.

“I don’t recall agree-” you try to add but he cuts you off.

“Would you say no?”

“Well no but-”

“Then don’t complain” he kisses your cheek and you sigh. He gets out of the bed to go look for something and comes back with his cell phone, “here.” He hands it to you to put your number in.

“I can’t help but feel like we’re doing things backwards,” you snort.

“I can’t keep talking, at least this way we can write.” You set your contact name and put a little heart at the end, which he smiles at, and send yourself a text. Upon hearing the ding on your cellphone you go into the messages save his contact.

He hops back into the bed with you and holds you close to him. He kisses your forehead again and pulls back to send you a text.

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NEW UNREAD MESSAGE

FROM: Toge️ <3

does this mean you’ve learned your lesson?

——-

You giggle at the message and peck him on the lips. You type out your response and he rolls his eyes when he receives it.

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TO: Toge️ <3

i make no promises

——-

He smiles and shakes his head as he turns off the lamp beside his bed and he pulls you in tight as you both drift off to sleep.

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