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Love me.
It doesn’t work that way.
At least that’s what he tells himself as he stands over your slumbering body. You’d tiptoed to his room in the dead of night eager for sleep. Your luscious lips curled into a desperate pout to ask him a favor.
“Please Toge, I haven’t had a good sleep in ages,” you whine, or more so beg him.
Toge doesn’t like using his cursed speech on friends, especially not on you. And when he orders people to sleep, it’s deep, almost like death. But the way you’re looking at him now, big giant pleading eyes, long lashes, dark circles staining the many creases folded beneath your bottom lashes, there’s no way he can refuse you.
Tonight is different . Tonight he’s made up his mind.
He nods once, unzips his jacket to expose his delicate pink lips. He flicks his tongue over them, staring into your eyes as he holds your face between his large hands and commands, “ Sleep .”
You fall limp in his arms and he pushes your hair away from your face. You’re so beautiful. You’re at peace and Toge’s the perfect friend as he lays you in bed.
Toge’s been in love with you since high school. And 5 years later, when you’re both skilled sorcerers purging evil from the world, his adoration for you stays embedded deep in his heart. There’s just something about the way you read his body language and know exactly what it is he’s thinking—or perhaps not exactly . If only he could communicate just how much he craves you.
How irritating it was to witness other men peer at you, your perfect body, your plump lips, the way your pants fit around the curve of your ass. None of them knew you were his . Your wandering eye didn’t help either. He saw the way you looked at Fushiguro.
It’s Toge’s love for you that spurs his final decision. He watches your chest rise and fall softly, the wrinkles in the large sleep shirt you’re wearing rippling in the pale moonlight. There’s a bruise on your upper thigh, half hidden by the hem of fabric drowning you but Toge can see it. He knows exactly where it came from even though you were unsure.
He’d tapped it a few days ago, eyes wide and worried, inquiring about the source. Beside him, you flipped the page of your book nonchalantly before flicking your eyes down to the contusion and furrowing your brow.
“Hmm? Oh that. I… I actually don’t remember. Maybe I ran into a table or something. You know how clumsy I am.”
How he bathed in the beauty that was your soft smile, and reconciled the twitter pated beats of his out of control heartbeat at your gentle chuckle when he flashed you a disapproving glare. It almost made him lose focus, like the night he gave you that bruise.
He couldn’t help it, you’d felt so nice. Deep wonderful breaths as you laid dreaming of a wonderland where you were the queen and all your subjects existed to please you. Of course he can’t know for sure what you were dreaming, but he can imagine it had to be something of that nature if he took your unconscious moans into consideration.
His fingers dug too deeply into your thighs when you blessed him with your dribbling cunt in the wee hours of the night. He’d buried his face down below, licked gently at the little bud nestled in the nest of coily hair. Plunged his tongue inside you to fuck and feast on your pussy as a delicacy. You laid above him dreaming, blissfully unaware of his presence as whimpers dripped from your lips like a leaky faucet in the night.
How could he have kept control when the very idea of you not knowing it was he who made you feel this good, his tongue you pushed yourself further onto for more of the delicious ecstasy you encountered? He’d let a few groans of his own slip through, and a few times you almost woke. The bruise was the only evidence of his nightly activities and he was pleased to know you hadn’t remembered it when he inquired about it.
Tonight that wouldn’t be an issue. Tonight you’d sleep well and deep. But tonight he would have you and make you his.
“Love me. ” He whispers the command in the dark. Already he can feel the painful itch in his throat. His brow darkens in frustration. Perhaps cursed speech doesn’t work on a sleeping person?
“ Open your legs. ”
Your legs part like the gates barring heaven and Toge’s eyes widen in shock. Perhaps you would love him when you woke up. For now, he’ll let you sleep. He knows how exhausted you are.
I’ll take good care of you , he thinks, running a finger down your tender cheek. He sheds his clothes, swiftly and quietly. His cock thumps eagerly against his toned abs and he climbs over your motionless frame. He pulls your sleep shirt over your head and is pleased to see you don’t don a bra.
He watches your nipples in the cool air of the room, a delectable sight he’s only ever dreamed of. Your long curly lashes flutter when he bends down to flick his tongue against one. Nimble fingers skate across your smooth skin, tracing every scar and beauty mark to commit them to memory.
He moves down to your hair swept lips, now dribbling with slick from his eager but sensual touch. You were made for him, and this is all the evidence he needs. He slowly draws a finger down between them, fingers the entrance to your heated heaven—his main course.
Then he pulls his finger away to examine the way it glistens in the moonlight before putting it to his lips and tasting you. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he savors you and he decides he can no longer wait.
He positions himself between your thighs, lining his thick cock head up with your entrance. He rubs it tenderly over your clothed clit, eliciting a sweet little squeak and breathy gasp from your lovely plump lips. Rolling your underwear slowly down your thighs, he sighs at the marvelous view before him.
The precious seconds of euphoria Toge experiences when he eases into your pussy for the first time are the most precious gift he could ever be bestowed. He’d pray to any god that would listen to have the experience played on loop over and over. His love is finally cemented when he bottoms out inside you, a grateful moan escaping him.
“Love me.”
He pulls out of your cunt and instantly misses the way you feel around him. He looks down on you, insatiable desire gnawing in his belly. He drags his hips slowly, cock stuttering as it pushes back into your tight heat. He can tell from your clenching, you like the way he feels too. It’s involuntary, so why, why won’t you love him?
“Love me.”
He pulls back out again so he can see the tip of his cock stretch you wider than your cunt is used to and push deeper inside to spread your walls and take all of him. This is a sight he wants branded into every fold and crease of his brain, a sight he’ll never forget.
“Love me!”
Your whimpers have become moans now, long gasping moans as he sets a pace that he’s no longer able to keep slow and gentle. He pounds into you, grunting with every slap of his balls against your slick covered thighs. You’re so compliant and obedient, arching your back off the bed in order to feel more of him despite your deep slumber. His fingers leave indentations in the sides of your hips, soon to be dark bruises as he clenches his teeth and drags along your velvety walls.
“ Love me, please . ”
He hardly recognizes his own voice, trembling from ecstasy or maybe the swelling emotion of believing the more he commands you, the more you’ll adore him. His throat is raw now, the salty copper taste of blood coating his damaged throat. He ignores it, coughing between the chorus of your high pitched moans and squeals, the pap pap pap of your hips meeting his balls; a symphony of sounds detailing the most intense love story anyone could ever witness.
Toge continues climbing the euphoric mountain, quickly reaching the peak to plunge willingly over the other side. Blood oozes from his mouth and onto your naked body as he pants like an injured animal over you. He can tell you’re about to come and he’s amazed you’re still seemingly asleep. Your legs start to tremble, you clench so hard around him he almost bites a chunk of his tongue off.
He doesn’t just fuck you, he ravages you, repeating over and over “Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me! Fuck! ”
The ghostly reverb of his activated curse hollows away at your mind, yet you stay asleep and dreaming. He’s intent on pouring all his love into you. It’s the only way, he’s sure of it.
His hips stutter, and then he stops, cum spilling inside you in waves of creamy white heat. He tucks his head into your neck, blood stained kisses oozing down the planes of your body. And before his mind goes blank from the pleasure he whispers to you.
“Cum.”
Your body convulses, back arching up as your cunt tightens, and your eyes shoot open, screeching in what he hopes is pleasure and not betrayal or terror. You milk him dry as you flop back down on the bed and amazingly fall back into a quiet slumber.
All good things must come to an end. It’s a saying Toge’s familiar with. It’s what he tells himself every night he visits you. He looks down at your ruined body, smothered in bruises quickly darkening on your skin, blood, sweat, and copious amounts of white milky cum he’s pumped into your cunt.
It’s finally done. You’re his. And for now it's enough for it to be an unspoken secret. One day you'll come around to the inevitable conclusion that you love him too. One day you'll beg for him, and you'll be awake and needy, adoration pooling in your eyes and core.
But until then...
He closes his eyes, reaching for a bottle of cough syrup he stashed in the side table drawer. He spends the next few minutes cleaning you and putting your clothes back on. And when you look almost as normal as you did when the night began, he kisses your forehead and mutters the last command of the night.
“Forget.”