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From the moment you arrived to Jujutsu Tech and he laid eyes on you, Inumaki knew that you were everything he ever wanted. You were the sun, shining down the hallways and brightening up even the darkest of days with your melodic laughter and sweet smile.
It only really started with flirty winks in the halls or you giving him cute little compliments every so often, until you walked up to him during lunch and asked if you could eat with him. Inumaki couldn't nod and say "salmon" fast enough.
It was after that moment that he became utterly enamored by you and the two of you began to date. Inumaki only ever wanted the absolute best for you, and he was determined to give you anything and everything you could ever want and dream of.
He couldn't get enough of you, and never has it happened that the urge to protect was this strong. The thought both terrified and gave him great comfort.
Because just as you calmed his fears, you also unlocked a feeling he never experienced before. A possession of dark jealousy would overcome him any time the two of you went out together, especially whenever you would wear those short skirts and dresses you always seemed fond of wearing.
He remembers when you two went down to try a new crepe shop in Tokyo. You were totally oblivious to all the stares you received as you simply smiled at him and asked which flavor he was going to order.
But Inumaki definitely noticed. He always noticed. It was every single time you two went out together, how could he not?
Even when the two of you held hands together and he would sneak a swift kiss, it still never deterred the droves of men who wanted to be in his position.
It always boiled Inumaki's blood. The anger was never directed at you, though. He'd never be the one to rain on your parade and tell you what to wear, because thankfully for Inumaki, one word and he would drop anyone who dare lay a finger on you.
Of course, he wasn't so reckless either. He was always able to restrain himself and simply direct all his attention towards you.
There was one person who he couldn't quite contain himself as gracefully, and it was the blacked-haired sorcerer named Megumi Fushiguro.
He always understood that you were the same sorcerer-grade as Megumi, it was only logical that Gojo would pair the two of you up for missions.
Still, did you ALWAYS have to be laughing around Megumi? Smiling so radiant and bright on the often bleak missions?
He would usually just bite his tongue, keep his angry 'kelp' comments to himself. At the end of the day, it was him that you always came back to for lunchtime together, his hands that you held in between training sessions, and his body that you cuddled with in his dorm until curfew struck and you were forced to go back to your room. That's what gave him solace in the dark, clouded jealousy that often welled up inside of him, but today was his last straw.
Panda and Inumaki were taking turns sparring with Maki, and during Inumaki's trade off, he looked down the field and saw Megumi behind you, hands intertwined with yours and chest flush against your back.
He could tell Megumi was guiding your actions, teaching you how to properly do the technique Gojo had tasked you, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji to learn. Inumaki knew this, he really did, but-
Too close.
Too close.
Too close.
Megumi was TOO close to you.
There it was again. That burning jealousy Inumaki knew all too well. However, he didn't want to fight it off this time, he allowed it to consume him.
Obviously, he's been playing too nice since Megumi felt comfortable enough to touch you so "friendly". He needed to physically claim you as his, litter your pretty flesh with marks of his ownership and make sure no other man would ever feel so inclined as to even look in your direction again.
"Oi, Toge, your turn again," Maki's voice cut through his thoughts. Tearing his eyes away from the sight, the only thing on his mind was all the different ways he could make you his.
You were completely oblivious to Inumaki's piercing stare. You've always had a knack for separating business and emotion, and you were determined to become a powerful sorcerer. You didn't have time to steal longer than passing glances at your boyfriend during training. You wanted to grow stronger, proudly stand by his side, and equally match his power.
Megumi was the perfect person for that goal. Nobara and Yuji were powerful, too, you had to admit. But their childish bickering and fooling around during training made them piss-poor role models. Megumi's serious and collected demeanor in comparison ensured you were always in line, learning something new during each training session.
Plus, during missions and free time, he made a great friend, even cracking open his hard shell to joke around with you. You could tell he appreciated your seriousness just as much as you did his, so together, you two were the perfect team.
But once the curses were exorcised and trainings were complete, the only thing you could ever think about was Inumaki. You always yearned to be back in his presence. You loved the way his cheeks flare up red behind his muffler every time you compliment him, the way he nods whenever you ask him his opinion on which dress to wear for your dates, and his loving "tuna" every time he looks at you. His soft gaze never fails to make you melt, and his embrace always feels like home to you.
You could never wish for anything else in this world, except for the small sneaking desires every so often to hear his voice and do more than just kissing at night before you had to leave. Of course, you were quick to banish these thoughts.
You knew all too well what he was capable of if he ever spoke anything but his usual vocabulary to you, and even if he wanted to, his fear of accidentally hurting you would always hold him back. Inumaki always treated you like the most delicate flower to ever grace this Earth. You could never dare ask him to treat you anything less than and commit such sinful acts.
Here you were, just bragging about how good you were at separating emotion from training and yet thinking about Inumaki. Oops.
"Are you listening to me?" A direct, annoyingly loud question into your ear.
Jumping out of your skin, you looked behind at Megumi with a scowl, his face in close proximity to yours. "Was that really necessary?"
"Yes," He smirked. "Now pay attention, training's almost done."
Sighing, you shook your head from all distraction and turned back ahead to focus. Thanks to Megumi's guidance, you were able to pick up fairly quick on the new move. It was a new, powerful combo attack, meant for pairs of two. Perfect for your sword-wielding curse technique and Megumi's summoning technique.
You were so overjoyed that once training finished, you couldn't help but hug Megumi, yelping "Thank youuuuu! Best partner of the year!"
Megumi's embrace back was a little awkward, but you understood that that's just how Megumi is, that he tried to be as nice of a friend as you were to him. You beamed, finally thinking you were another step closer to impressing your boyfriend.
"Kelp."
You let go of Megumi, your smile growing wider as you turned around. The thought of sharing your new knowledge with the one person who you only ever wanted to show off to was so exciting.
Until it wasn't.
You were met with a harsh gaze, and your smile instantly fell. All fire of excitement quick to smudge out and fade. But the harsh gaze wasn't directed at you, necessarily, it was directed at the black-haired male standing right behind you.
Confused, you took a cautious step forward to the heavy, dark energy surrounding your lover and grabbed his hand.
"Toge, is everything okay?" You asked, genuine concern lacing your voice.
At the sound of your voice, his hand relaxed against yours slightly, but the obvious feeling of dread still hung in the air. You honestly had not the slightest clue of what could've happened to your boyfriend between now and before you said your goodbyes before training, but it didn't matter because just as quick as his hand relaxed, his hand tensed up again, his grip like iron.
"Roe," Was his curt reply, before turning around and dragging you behind him.
"W-Wait!" You stammered, "Toge, hold on."
You glanced behind you, offering a just as confused looking Megumi an apologetic smile and an "I'll see you later!"
A sharp inhale, his grip tightening even more around your hand at your parting words. It took every ounce of strength in Inumaki to not speak a single word to Megumi and curse him to all hell. He didn't do it out of consideration for anybody or anything, that couldn't be farther from the truth.
He just needed you alone. All for him and nobody else's, and he didn't want to waste a single more minute or breath.
He offered no other words to the many concerned questions pouring out of your mouth, and not a single glance over to you.
Not until he successfully unlocked the door to his dorm, dragged you inside, and practically pushed you onto your back on his bed.
His unusually rough nature made the heat between your legs painfully obvious, but you couldn't be distracted by your filthy mind. Something was dangerously wrong with your boyfriend, and you couldn't help but blame yourself for this sudden switch, even though you were absolutely clueless.
"Toge, please," you begged, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him as he turned back around to lock the door. Your heart skipped a beat. "I-If I made you angry, I'm sorry."
Inumaki showed no budging with your pleas. He walked over to you, placed his hands on either side of you, figure now looming over you. You looked at his usually light purple eyes, seeing them turned into a dark violet pool of anger, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.
Fear was coursing through your veins now, and the fear went straight to a combination of crying and soaking your panties.
"Please, show me what I did wrong," your voice cracked a little as you attempted another plea.
Inumaki looked straight into your tear-filled eyes at your words. That plea was all it took for the little traces of restraint he had to completely snap in half.
If you wanted to be shown, then he'd gladly do what he's been dying to do to you.
You watched as his slim fingers zipped down the muffler of his jacket, and you bit your lip as he allowed his tattooed tongue to stick out his mouth.
He inhaled, staring directly into your eyes, "Undress, shirt first."
Your eyes widened in shock, hands flying straight to start unbuttoning your uniform shirt under the cursed command.
"Wait, Toge, you just-"
You couldn't even finish the thought, as he crashed his lips into yours. He kissed you with such fervor and force, unlike any of the other kisses you two exchanged in the past.
He left no space for permission as his tongue completely dominated yours. You moaned into his mouth, allowing yourself to be dominated and enjoying the feeling of your lips becoming swollen.
Hands still on autopilot mode, you finished unbuttoning your shirt. Inumaki slid it over and off your shoulders, discarding it towards somewhere in the room. The moment your neck was exposed, he left your lips, focusing his onslaught of harsh kisses towards your neck.
"It feels so good," You whimpered, feeling the trail of hickeys he was leaving down to your breasts. He swiftly unclasped your bra, tossing it in the same direction as your shirt and leaving you completely naked waist up.
Your mind was screaming for you to do the same to him, the fulfillment of finally hearing your boyfriend's voice drove you absolutely crazy and you just wanted to know what it felt like to have his skin against yours.
You tugged at Inumaki's jacket. Taking the hint, he swiftly discarded it, the action displaying his toned body. It felt like the closest thing to heaven when you ran your hands down his chest. You bit back a moan as you felt him shiver under your touch, almost as if he was aching to have you touch him.
Before your fingers could wander any farther than the waistband of his pants, the rest of the command from earlier came through, "Finish undressing."
He then reconnected his lips to yours and laid his hands over yours. He could feel the cursed energy flowing through your hands as they went straight to your waistband, sliding down your skirt and panties all in one gentle swoop.
It was fascinating, the power his words held, especially over you. Inumaki always thought about using his cursed technique in this way, but he was always fearful- fearful of pushing the boundaries too much and accidentally causing irreversible harm to you. Even in this very moment, despite the lust, anger, and jealousy overriding the reasoning he tried so hard to hold onto for all this time, there was still an inkling of fear in the back of his mind. But, he was actively ignoring it.
He was tired of always listening to it.
Inumaki drew back from the kiss a bit. He lightly sucked your tongue before fully pulling away, a string of saliva connecting you two. Seeing your pleasured face, it only drove him further, to keep going further with you until the both of you were too far gone in the euphoria of claiming each other.
"Look at me," he commanded next.
Your body followed through with the command, and you looked right at him through your half-lidded eyes. He then pointed to his tongue, in a manner that you could only assume meant 'follow my tongue'.
You slowly nodded, still not entirely over finally hearing his voice, but you still managed to whisper an obedient, "Okay."
"Good girl," he praised, voice raspy and heavy with lust.
God, your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head. Your whole body was becoming so overheated, and every small touch only raised your internal temperature even higher. It felt like a spark buzzed through you when you felt Inumaki's tongue start on your right breast.
You couldn't only pant as Inumaki swirled his tongue around your nipple. It was a light tease before he began moving his tongue with slow, precise strokes. Up your breast, a diagonal stroke towards the middle of your chest, another diagonal stroke above your left breast, and then straight down to your other nipple.
An 'M'.
Then, a longer, straight lick across your breasts, another straight down between them, and another horizontal line below your breasts.
An 'I'.
This was agonizing, just seeing how patient Inumaki was being with you when earlier you could literally feel his overwhelming desire to consume you and leave not the slightest crumb. All the anger from earlier seemed to have concentrated into this lustful patience and focus.
Your mind was slowly becoming clouded with lust, too. You could barely register the next letter in his own version of hangman on your body. A straight line up the side of your stomach, then a diagonal line across, and another line up the other side.
An 'N'.
And finally, another long stripe down the side of your stomach, followed by three evenly spaced lines across your stomach.
An 'E'.
He was spelling out 'Mine'. You shivered at the implications of what this would mean if Toge's cursed technique wasn't speech, but rather, written words.
If it was, this would've been the contract, the seal of ownership over the expanse of your body to him for all eternity.
You didn't need a cursed technique to be owned by him, though; you would do it gladly, you'd do it anyway without him commanding you to.
That's why you nodded, reaching out to place your hands on either side of his face and bring it close to yours.
You pressed your forehead against his. "I'm yours, Toge," you whispered reassuringly. "No one else's."
Inumaki looked directly into your eyes, offering you a small smile before kissing your lips. It was a quick, chaste kiss, one full of passion and the love you held for one another.
When he pulled away and cleared his throat, you were expecting that maybe all the rage and negative emotion he had earlier finally dissipated.
'This was as far as this burst of emotion would go,' you thought.
You were a little disappointed, but of course, you couldn't expect much. It was your sweet boyfriend, after all. It would be too out of character, too much sin all at once.
You never expected for him to lean in, give your neck another kiss before commanding, with all his power,
"Sit on my face."
You whole face went red, all the slow burn teasing and feeling of calm completely gone to the wind.
It never really hit you until now. You just finished grueling training in the unforgiving sun. You were still sweaty from training and undoubtedly smelled less than how you wanted to for you and Toge's first time being intimate. But your body went into autopilot mode and once he laid down, you took your place over his face. Panic welled up inside your chest.
"W-Wait, please!" You begged, chest heaving, but your pussy dripped with arousal over having no control. Your mind was so conflicted. "It's dirty right now! At least let me shower, please!"
You tried your best to push his head away from you, but your attempts were useless. Inumaki was too powerful and your pushes were nothing but a kitty pawing at him, in all reality.
Although, it was still annoying to the white-haired male, and he growled at your poor attempt of deterring him.
If you were gonna be like this, then he wanted to keep taking his sweet time.
He started slowly, sticking his tongue out and lightly following your folds. His tongue, slightly grazing your clit as he repeated that motion a few more times.
You could only suck in sharp breaths as you watched his tattooed tongue lick everywhere except the place you so desperately wanted yet didn't want him to be at.
He went even farther from your heat, snuggling his cheek into your thigh while placing soft kisses and bites on the other. Little trails of hickeys were all over, and you couldn't help the way your body shook every time his teeth grazed your skin.
It was embarrassing, feeling how turned on you were with such little touch. The embarrassment didn't allow you to give in, you were too into your own head. Thoughts of how your body and facial expressions possibly looked over your boyfriend right now.
You couldn't swim too much in your mind though before Inumaki took notice of the way your body was beginning to tense up, and not at all in the way he wanted it to.
Emitting another low growl, he amped up his teasing as he lapped up your slick, inserting his tongue in your throbbing cunt.
That did it, definitely.
Small whimpers began falling from your mouth, legs shaking with the increased stimulation. You glanced down and saw the pleased look on his face.
Cheeky bastard.
Hearing the soft noises fueled the fire that was burning in Inumaki's chest. No man would ever be able to taste you like this, he wouldn't allow it.
Finally deciding to end his brutal teasing, he closed his mouth around your clit and sucked harshly. You gasped, feeling your body almost completely collapse on top of him, but the command earlier didn't allow you. All it allowed was an embarrassingly loud, high-pitched moan to squeeze its way out of your throat.
"Fuck, Toge!" You shouted, all embarrassment and conviction flying out the window. The teasing finally yielded some pleasure, albeit sudden and overwhelming.
Yet, you wanted more.
You couldn't move away from on top of his face, but you didn't necessarily have to not move at all.
You reached down to weave your fingers through his white hair to stabilize your new seat, beginning to grind your pussy over his tongue. His equally eager tongue and your bucking hips unlocked a whole level of euphoria that you were upset you never knew about until now, and you couldn't contain your moans anymore.
Inumaki smirked up at you. He loved seeing you, his usually innocent, sweet girl step into this sultry sex figure, all for his eyes only. The way your breasts bounced every time you rutted your hips like a dog against his tongue and the way you screwed your eyes shut in pleasure. You truly looked so beautiful like this.
This whole side of you came as a surprise to you, though. You never even knew you were this filthy.
Actually, no. That was a blatant lie.
All those times you've seen Inumaki's curse technique in action; the way his slim fingers zips the muffler over his mouth down, the way his Adam's Apple bobs while downing his throat medicine in combat, and the way he sticks his tongue out after his commands. You've imagined all the disgustingly unholy things him and his mouth would do to you.
But he was always sweet and caring Inumaki. Would never hurt a fly Inumaki. Damned his whole vocabulary to rice ball ingredients to never harm those he loved and cared about Inumaki.
He could NEVER do the things this man before you was doing to you.
But goodness, how much you were currently enjoying the way he was tongue-fucking you. His fingers digging into the back of your thighs, sure to leave bruises with how firm he gripped the soft flesh; tongue devouring your dripping cunt like you were his last meal.
The building knot in your stomach was too much to ignore. You could sense you were going to come undone very soon.
Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you forced yourself to warn your boyfriend between heavy breaths, "T-Toge, I'm gonna cum".
In between the slurping and sucking, the damning words pushed past his lips:
"Cum."
And it was like a tsunami wave came crashing over you. You shouted, you were sure of it despite how your vision and hearing blacked out momentarily. Inumaki helped you ride out your orgasm, stabilizing your hips and languidly tracing his tongue around your clit as your body shook with the aftershocks of your high. It was as if all the energy in your body concentrated into your release, and the effects of the cursed command wearing off caused your body to fall practically limp.
Inumaki used this to his advantage, flipping you over so he was on top of you, hips flush against yours. Your eyes slightly widened, as you could feel how tight Inumaki's pants were. You looked down, almost feeling bad over how painful it looked. But, it was almost as if being so close yet so far from you the place the both of you wanted him to be in that caused all of his patience to finally run out. He was quick, undressing in swift movements until his dick was finally freed.
He was deliciously thick, pre-cum dripping from the tip and beading down the sides. You couldn't help but salivate and wish for nothing else but for it to be in your mouth.
Your boyfriend could almost sense your intentions, and pinned your hands above your head with a hand. Sucking his teeth in a disapproval manner before muttering a, "Roe."
You whined, a little too brattier than what you're used to, "Pleaseeeeee, I'll be a good girl. I want it!"
Ignoring your pleas, his free-hand gathered the slick that dripped from your pussy. He then used it to start stroking himself, and God, you were unraveling at the sight before you.
His face red, mouth parted, small pants leaving Inumaki's mouth as he pleasured himself. The sound was so disgustingly addicting, the extra slickness amplifying the sound and making it more lewd than what you'd imagine to be the usual.
You were becoming increasingly desperate. You didn't even care that he wouldn't let you pleasure him the same way he did to you. You just wanted him, you needed him.
Mustering up the little energy you had, you bucked your hips up towards him, but failing to reach him by a hair.
You were so frustrated that you almost wanted to cry, "Please, I need it! I want it, please. Fuck me."
That was all the consent Inumaki needed.
He started slowly grinding his dick over your folds, coating it further with your slick before pushing the tip in. You inhaled sharply, holding your breath as he continued his slow intrusion.
It was when he was halfway inside you that you couldn't help the broken moan that squeezed it's way out of your throat. He was bigger than you expected, and even halfway like this, you felt so full. You couldn't even imagine what having him fully inside you would be like.
Luckily, Inumaki looked at you, waiting for the moment you gave a nod of approval to keep going. Before you knew it, Inumaki sheathed himself inside you fully. You whimpered, feeling the lower half of your body tremble in the slight stinging pain.
Inumaki released your hands, allowing them to wonder to help distract your mind while you adjusted to the new feeling.
Your greedy fingers were thankful as you knitted them through his hair and brought his face down to yours. You made up the difference in space and kissed him, slowly, passionately.
Inumaki could feel your body relax with every second that passed, and the fact that just kissing him brought you so much calm did inexplicable things to him.
He started slowly, gaining a cautious rhythm as he felt you slowly relax against him, his mouth swallowing your small whimpers that morphed into moans the more he thrusted into you.
You finally broke the kiss, panting as Inumaki grew a bit braver, angling his hips differently to hit slightly deeper into you. You bit your lip, not wanting to admit to yourself that your boyfriend was too good at this. Too inexplicably good at knowing almost exactly how you wanted to be fucked, it was missing a roughness to it, but fuck, you weren't complaining. This was everything you wanted and MORE.
Besides, this moment was more Inumaki, a perfect combination of both his sides. The cautious thrusts as to not hurt you, but still managing to take your breath away every time.
You went to work littering his pale skin with marks, wanting to show him how thankful you were to him for this moment of pleasure. It was a shame that his usual attire and muffler would cover most of them from any eyes, but you didn't care. You knew were they were there, and that's all that mattered.
On the other hand, all Inumaki could think about was making sure he wasn't hurting you at all, but seeing you come even more undone underneath him was so mesmerizing that he felt himself slip every so often. The way your breasts slightly bounced with every thrust, your flushed face, and your parted lips, tongue slightly peeking from your mouth from the moans and heavy breaths leaving it between every kiss you planted on him. He was so in love with the way you looked. He could care less about anything and everything in the world right now.
That is, until everything came rushing back to him.
Megumi, the closeness, and all the hungry, lustful glances of all the men who would kill to be in his position right now.
That's right. Being too cautious, too nice, is what got him here in the first place. He couldn't afford to be that anymore, he couldn't afford to not fuck you the way you deserved, and he couldn't afford to not lose you to ANY of them.
You could sense something snap in Inumaki, but when he pulled out, you didn't expect for him to thrust back into you. Hard.
"Ow! T-Toge, wait," you whimpered, caught off guard by the sudden harshness. Your hands reached down to grab his hips to stop, but your attempts were nothing for him.
The next thrust was even harder. You gasped, feeling him hit something deep inside you, hips completely flush against yours. That's when it started, the agonizingly deep thrusts. They held a deafening rhythm, leaving no time for you to get adjusted to his size. It was as if your boyfriend did an entire 180, and as much as your pussy was now dripping and squelching heavily with arousal, you couldn't deny that it was still slightly painful, it was what you wanted, but it was too sudden!
"It...hurts," You choked out, tears flooding your eyes.
Inumaki smirked, slowing his onslaught of thrusts to reach down. He gently wiped a loose tear that slid down your cheek, licking the saltiness off his thumb before leaning down.
His lips brushed against your ear, and you couldn't help the shiver that shot down your spine.
"Then, why are you so wet?" He whispered, a dark chuckle following it.
He picked up the pace again, going even faster this time, though. Inumaki knew you were secretly enjoying it deep down inside, he could read you like the back of his hand. If you truly didn't want this, you would say it with all conviction and he would stop in a heartbeat. But he knew. He could feel how badly you wanted him to fuck you and make a complete mess of you.
Who was he to not oblige?
Inumaki grabbed your hips, pinning them down against the bed and locking them in place as he continued his relentless thrusts into you. He was almost using you as a toy, forcing your walls to accommodate him and god, you've never felt more turned on. You cried out, feeling the heat in your lower belly pool and arousal seeping out of you. You were a broken record now, all you could moan out was "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
You didn't think it could get even more overwhelming until Inumaki's thumb brushed against your clit. Gasping, you wanted to buck your hips away, anywhere to get away from the extra stimulation, but your hips were pinned. Nowhere to go but stay as Inumaki steadily drew circles on your clit.
This was like adding dry wood to a fire, the heat inside you sparked up and you were suddenly already too close to the fire to move away now. Already on the edge about to tip over. It was too much, so much.
"Wait! C-Cumming! I'm fucking cumming," you moaned, gripping the bed sheets with white knuckles.
Hearing this, Inumaki placed your legs over his shoulders, which allowed him to go even deeper than you thought was possible and practically folding you in half.
You sobbed, feeling the heat in your lower belly suddenly release like a cracked whip, causing you to squirt all over Inumaki's dick.
Inumaki bit his lip to hold back a groan, his ego inflating so unbelievably high at how your walls were throbbing uncontrollably around him. He wanted more, his unrelenting thrusts didn't allow you a moment of recovery at all.
The overstimulation was becoming such a euphoric torture. A thin sheen of sweat covered your entire body, tears streamed down your face, and Inumaki's bed shook with every thrust. You could feel the tip of his dick poking your cervix, and you could only cry pathetically over how he was abusing your poor cunt. You were sure it was going to literally be bruised by tomorrow.
Inumaki seemed to care less about your tears, all he could think about was how sweetly and nicely you had declared you being his. What a stark difference from then to now.
He knows you had said it with all honesty and love earlier, but he needed to show you, make sure both your heart and body knew that he wouldn't let another man near you for as long as the both of you were alive. He needed to hear it again, he'd go crazy if he didn't.
"Say you're mine," he grunted.
You nodded profusely, too fucked out to barely utter a single word, but his command made the words come out of you like water, "Yes! Y-Yes, I'm all yours, Toge! Fuck, please, I only need you, nobody else. My h-handsome Toge."
Satisfied, he pushed his thumb past your swollen lips. You automatically begin sucking on it, swirling your tongue around and tasting yourself.
Inumaki smirked, taking his thumb out and wrapping his hand around your neck. The slight asphyxia, the sound of skin on skin, the wetness that escaped you every time he thrusted into you, and the way Inumaki seemed to have lost himself in your body. It all melted into the perfect mind-numbing cocktail of pleasure.
You could sense he was getting close. His breathing was becoming more ragged, and his thrusts were getting sloppier, yet not losing their force. The only thing on your mind now was being filled completely by him.
"Please, cum," You whined pitifully. "Cum, cum, cum!"
God, hearing the way you begged for him made Inumaki feel as if you two swapped abilities and he was now under the command of your pleas.
Because it wasn't long after that he thrusted fully into you, releasing himself into you with a loud groan.
You moaned as you felt your boyfriend cum inside you, coating every inch of you in his seed.
Inumaki panting, trying to recollect himself from the high he just experience, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. But he looked so beautiful, you swear there was nobody in the world as pretty as the man before you.
You reached up, putting a loose strand of hair around his ear, then patting the space next to you. "C'mere," You slurred sleepily.
Inumaki nodded, uttering a small, "Bonito flakes." A phrase you've come to associate with 'hold on'.
He gently slid himself out of you and stood, walking to the bathroom where he disappeared, returning shortly with a towel, spare clothes for you, and boxers now covering him. Soft kisses were placed on your skin as he helped to clean you up and redress you, and you hummed happily with every kiss, heart swelling over the duality of this man you loved so much.
Once finished, he laid next to you, covering the both of you with a blanket, wrapping his arm around you, and giving your forehead a light kiss. You snuggled into him, feeling the warmth amplify the drowsiness that was slowly creeping up on you.
"I love you," You whispered, eyes weighted with the fatigue and forcing themselves shut.
Right before sleep could consume you entirely, you heard it, the faintest and softest whisper back:
"I love you too."