List of characters I had in mind while writing this will be at the bottom
NOT PROOFREAD!!
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Instantly getting wet for a cute guy who will look at you with his adorably puppy eyes when he’s pent up and really just wants to pound you until you can’t walk anymore.
“Pleaseeeee baby? Just one round, I promise.”
“My love, I’m begging you. I need you so bad right now….”
Denying him only makes him hornier as his cock strains against the confines of his pants. You can see a wet, dark spot growing on his crotch from all the pre leaking from his oh-so-sensitive tip.
He’d start to rock himself against your backside while still fully clothed. As if that made a difference though, you could still easily feel the outline of his dick pressing up against your ass. Ugh and if you’re wearing a skirt he would most definitely just lift it up to grind against your panties, which were slowly growing dark with your wetness as well.
“See, baby? You’re so needy for me too…please, please let me fuck you. I need it so bad..”
The second you nod your head, he’s pushing your panties to the side— no, he’s ripping them off of your body and letting the torn fabric fall to the ground as he pulls his dick out and without warning slams himself into your warm and sticky cunt. His hips start snapping against yours without rhythm, his body moving purely on instinct.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill, baby. Wanna cum inside of you soooo bad…”
“You’re not? Oh….well can I cum inside anyways? You’d look so cute all round and full with my babies~”
It doesn’t take much longer before he’s a pussy-drunk mess, sucking on your neck and singing your praises as he rapidly approaches his climax. The knot building in your stomach wasn’t far off from snapping either, and he could feel it. Your wet, gummy walls were clenching down on him, making it hard for him to hold back from cumming before you.
“Oh baby don’t clench down on me like that or I really am gonna– f-fuck! I’m cumming baby, ‘m cumming–”
Hot ropes of his thick semen paint your walls white as you gush on his dick. He goes limp over your shoulder and you can feel his heart pounding in his chest against your back. Moments later, before you can even catch your breath, you feel him getting hard inside you again.
“‘M sorry baby, but the thought of you not being on the pill….I need to cum inside of you again. I need to breed you.”
He was going to make sure that night ended with you impregnated with his child.
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Characters:
CALEB & maybe Xavier (LaDS), Kise R. & Teppei K. (KnB), Midoriya I. (MHA), Zenitsu A. (KnY), Choso & Itadori Y. (JJK)
Could I get Zenitsu from demon slayer that swears he straight start to fall for male reader? Like maybe reader is confident and flirty/make dirty jokes with him but he is so deep in denial that he’s always refusing and stuff until he realizes he’s daydreaming of reader and wanting to go along with it?
Not sure if I’m describing it well, and you’re welcome to take the concept and run with it however you like but I thought bi disaster would be funny and a cute bottom
“IN A FLASH”
pairing. “Straight”!Zenitsu Agatsuma x Top!male reader
synopsis. Zenitsu is 100% straight—or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. But between your constant flirting, your cocky smirks, and the unwelcome daydreams about being pinned against a wall, he’s starting to lose his mind. And maybe, just maybe… he likes it. — 1.7k
warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, dirty jokes, tiniest bit of power play, first time (with a man), overstimulation, handjob, aftercare
a/n: You did a great job describing what you wanted! Thank you for sending in my first request!
Zenitsu was not in love with you.
Nope. Not a chance. Absolutely not.
It didn’t matter that you were tall, confident, and smirked like you owned the place. It didn’t matter that you rolled up your sleeves during training, your arms a little too toned, a little too veiny for him to not notice. And it especially didn’t matter that you had a habit of leaning in too close, whispering dirty jokes just low enough for only him to hear.
Because Zenitsu?
Zenitsu liked women.
He loved women. Soft hands, long hair, big br—
"Are you blushing?"
The sound of your smooth, teasing voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts.
Zenitsu immediately flinched, whipping around to see you grinning down at him, elbow resting on his shoulder.
His stomach flipped.
"No! I—Why would I—?! I AM NOT BLUSHING!"
In his panic, he stumbled backward—tripping over absolutely nothing—and fell flat onto his ass.
You burst out laughing, loud and shameless, crossing your arms as you watched him writhe in his own embarrassment.
"You totally were," you smirked. "What’s the matter? My rugged good looks getting to you?"
Zenitsu felt his entire soul leave his body.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He practically threw himself back to his feet, pointing at you in a wild panic. "I AM 100% STRAIGHT, OKAY?! I LOVE WOMEN! BIG BOOBS! SOFT HANDS! LONG HAIR!"
You just raised an eyebrow.
"...Alright, bro. You want a medal or something?"
Zenitsu twitched violently.
This was your fault.
For months, you'd been torturing him.
The casual hand on his shoulder. The way you'd sit too close, your thigh pressed against his. The way your gravelly, stupidly deep voice sounded whenever you murmured some filthy joke into his ear, leaving him to short-circuit in real-time.
He hated it.
He hated you.
He was definitely not going to start thinking about it later.
Absolutely not.
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It started small. Little things.
Like how your voice was kind of deep.
Not too deep—but just enough to make his stomach flip when you said his name.
Or how your hands were huge.
Not that he was paying attention to them. Not that he was imagining how they’d feel gripping his waist, holding his wrists, pinning him—
WAIT, BAD. BAD THOUGHT.
Zenitsu shook his head violently, slapping his own cheeks.
He was just tired. That was all. He needed to train more.
…But training wasn’t exactly helping.
Because lately, you were standing too damn close.
"Need help with your stance?" you murmured from behind him, your chest almost pressed to his back.
Zenitsu froze.
His entire body locked up as your hands brushed over his hips, adjusting him like it was nothing.
Like you weren’t completely ruining his life.
"I—I GOT IT!" he shrieked, flailing away from you like you were on fire. "THANKS, NO NEED TO TOUCH ME, I’M PERFECTLY FINE—!!"
You just blinked at him, amused. "Dude, chill."
Zenitsu was not chilling.
He was losing his fucking mind.
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It got worse.
He started having thoughts.
Thoughts like, "What if he pushed me against a wall?"
Or "What if he held me down?"
Or "What if I just… let him?"
"NOOOOOOO—!!!" Zenitsu bolted upright in bed, screaming into his pillow.
What the hell was that dream?!
WHY WAS IT KINDA GOOD?!!
He buried his face in his hands, rocking back and forth in despair.
"This isn’t happening," he whispered. "I love women. BIG BOOBS. SOFT HANDS. LONG HAIR."
…Your hair didn’t look like a womans, but it always looked kinda nice.
WAIT, NO, STOP—!!!
Zenitsu launched himself out of bed. He needed a distraction. Immediately.
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Zenitsu was determined to prove his 100% absolute heterosexuality.
Which is why, the next morning, he could be found on his knees in front of a random woman, gripping her hands, screaming into the sky.
"HELLO, BEAUTIFUL LADY! HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE WOMEN?!"
The woman blinked. "…Are you okay?"
"I’M SO OKAY!" Zenitsu laughed, manic and desperate. "SO, SO, SO OKAY! WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL! GORGEOUS! PLEASE MARRY ME!"
You watched from a distance, arms crossed, fighting back a smirk.
"He’s been acting weird lately," Tanjiro mumbled beside you.
You chuckled. "Yeah. I noticed."
Zenitsu’s entire body stiffened.
Because your voice—your deep, amused, cocky voice—was right behind him.
He turned slowly, staring up at you with wide, panicked eyes.
"Yo," you grinned.
Zenitsu squeaked.
Just straight-up made a noise like a fucking chew toy and bolted in the opposite direction.
You laughed.
Because oh yeah.
You definitely knew what this was.
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Zenitsu’s back hit the wall, his breath coming in ragged, uneven pants.
His whole body was shaking, his hands gripping at nothing, his legs weak beneath him.
This was your fault.
You were too close.
You had him trapped, one hand flat against the wall beside his head, your strong, calloused fingers gripping his chin, forcing him to look up at you.
He tried to glare.
Tried to resist.
But his face was burning, his eyes were wide and panicked, his chest rising and falling way too fast.
This was wrong.
This was not supposed to happen.
"I—I don’t—” Zenitsu stammered, but his hips twitched forward, betraying him instantly.
You smirked. "Not like what?"
Your voice was too deep, too smooth, too much.
Zenitsu let out a sharp, shaky breath, his fingertips digging into the wall behind him.
"I—I'm not—"
He cut himself off, biting his lip hard, his eyes squeezing shut.
Because if he looked at you any longer, he was going to break.
And then—
You grabbed his chin, tilted his face up, and kissed him.
Zenitsu shattered.
A sharp, wrecked little noise escaped him, somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, his body going stiff—then melting completely.
His hands shot up to grip your shirt, his fingers fisting the fabric so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He didn’t pull away.
He couldn’t.
His whole body was burning, his mind spinning, his lips parting helplessly as you deepened the kiss, teasing, taking your time breaking him apart.
Zenitsu’s legs gave out.
You caught him instantly, one strong arm wrapping around his waist, keeping him pinned against you.
He hated how good it felt.
He hated how easily you overpowered him.
He hated that his dick was aching, twitching, throbbing, already soaked with precum—
But most of all?
He hated how much he loved it.
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Zenitsu didn’t remember how you got him to bed.
All he knew was that he was on his back, his clothes half-off, his skin burning, and your hands were on him.
Too much.
Too good.
Too overwhelming.
His breath was shaky, his legs spread open beneath you, his whole body trembling like a leaf. He should’ve been embarrassed—should’ve pushed you away, should’ve pretended he didn’t want this.
But when you dragged your palm up his inner thigh, tracing over sensitive, untouched skin, his whole body jerked violently, a shocked little whimper spilling from his lips.
His hands shot up to cover his mouth, his fingers pressing against his own lips as if that could stop the noises from escaping.
You smirked.
“Oh? You like that?”
Zenitsu furiously shook his head, eyes blown wide, face burning.
"NO—"
You hummed, dragging your fingers up his trembling stomach, stopping just at the waistband of his underwear.
"You sure?"
Zenitsu bit his lip hard, his whole body twitching in anticipation.
He could feel himself leaking, soaking the fabric, his thighs clenched but trembling, struggling to stay still.
He was too sensitive.
Too needy.
And when you finally hooked your fingers into his waistband and tugged his underwear down—
Zenitsu gasped, his breath catching, his dick twitching against his stomach.
Fuck.
He looked away immediately, his chest rising and falling way too fast.
He couldn’t do this.
He wasn’t supposed to like this.
Then your fingers wrapped around him, slow, teasing, barely applying any pressure.
And Zenitsu cried out.
A sharp, wrecked moan slipped past his lips, his hips jerking forward before he could stop himself.
"S-Shit—"
You chuckled. "You're shaking."
"Sh-Shut up," he whined, his voice cracking, his fingers digging into the sheets.
He was burning up.
He felt too hot, too exposed, too weak.
But it felt good.
Way too fucking good.
Your grip tightened just slightly, your thumb swiping over his leaking tip, and Zenitsu’s whole body twitched.
His breath hitched, a choked moan spilling out.
"I-I—oh fuck—"
You smirked. "Already close?"
"NO—" Zenitsu’s voice cracked, his cheeks burning.
He was not going to cum just from this.
He was not going to embarrass himself like that.
He was not going to—
You leaned down, dragged your tongue over his tip, and Zenitsu screamed.
His fingers fisted the sheets, his whole body seizing up, his dick twitching violently.
And then—
He broke.
"OH—OH FUCK—"
His back arched sharply, his hips bucking up, his breath stuttering, and then he let out a wrecked little sob, cumming way too fast, way too hard.
His chest heaved, his legs shaking, his body completely wrecked beneath you.
You pulled back slightly, grinning down at him.
"That fast?" your voice was low, amused, teasing. "Thought you had more stamina, Thunder Boy."
Zenitsu whined into his hands, his whole body trembling, his mind completely blank.
He should’ve been mortified.
But then—
Your hand wrapped around him again.
And Zenitsu twitched violently.
"H-Hah—w-wait, I just—"
Your grip tightened slightly, stroking him slow, teasing, letting him feel the overstimulation creep in.
Zenitsu gasped, his hips jerking forward weakly, his thighs trembling.
"You're still hard," you murmured, voice silky smooth. "Guess that wasn't enough for you, huh?"
Zenitsu let out a broken little noise, his nails digging into your arms.
He couldn’t handle this.
He was too sensitive.
Too fucking weak.
"B-Be gentle," he whispered, his voice tiny.
You smirked, kissing his heated skin.
"No."
Then you kept going.
And Zenitsu?
Zenitsu didn’t stand a chance.
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Zenitsu refused to let go of you.
His arms were wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your chest, his breath still shaky.
You smirked, running your fingers through his messy hair.
"You okay?"
Zenitsu huffed weakly, his fingers tightening their grip on you.
"I still like girls," he mumbled into your skin. "I just… really like you too."
You chuckled. "Oh yeah?"
Zenitsu whined. "Don’t make me say it again—!"
You grinned. "So you liked it?"
Zenitsu froze.
Then, with a mortified little whimper, he hid his face in your chest.
Zenitsu humping you while he’s asleep aw :( It’d be one of the few times he’s not freaking out, yelling and whining about one thing or another. Well, at least not in the usual sense… he’s definitely whining, but they’re breathy, desperate whines- nothing like his usual high-pitched screeches of woe. No, this is something else entirely. His arms are wrapped around you under the warm blanket, his leg is thrown over yours, and he’s letting out the cutest sleepy whimpers and gasps. You wonder if maybe he’s doing it on purpose, maybe he planned this, but when you turn your head to look at him what greets you is his sleeping face, eyes closed and brows furrowed as his hips continue to rut against you.
trying to convince your sub to dom you one time, just to watch how adorably flustered they get and overwhelmed within seconds. blink at them from beneath them, while dramatically crying out words they said to you in the past just to watch their face flush with embarrassment when they recognize them. their hands get all shaky, and you know that they just want to stop, to have you take the lead again, but they want to be good and listen to your request. so they give off shaky commands, "l-lay down....please?"
you have two different options in this situation, one, to listen to their commands, smiling at them the entire time to see how long they last without asking for help. or two, saying something along the lines of, "yeah? make me." just to see their facade crumble, clinging onto you immediately, and stammering out apologies, trying to get you to coo at them again. to finally take the lead again.
Kamaboko Squad Smut Headcannons doing "It" in public with Male Reader:
A/n: So I will basically explain why I write smut for them. If a character in cannon becomes 18 I will write NSFW for them. Since Tanjiro, Nezuko etc canonically become 18+ I will write smut for them. However a character like Genya or Muichiro who do not become 18+ no smut. Also the characters have to cannonically age so no "maybe they age" bs. I kind of went crazy, trying to make it different. Also Aoi's part is longer as she is my favorite :) no Nezuko because I don't feel comfortable writing her.
Summary: The Kamaboko squad thought it would be funny to turn on their boyfriend in public and then proceeded to face the consequences.
Contains: hand job, blow job, anal, semi-public for all, ass eating, spanking, reader loves Aoi's ass.
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Your lips crashed onto Tanjiro's as you pushed him back into a tree. "Y/n what ar-?" He asks but before he could, he groans feeling you grab the base of his cock through his pants and squeezing it.
"Really thought you could turn me and not be fucked jiro? Being in public place doesn't matter." You say smirking dangerously, his cock in your hand as you pull his pants down.
He whimpers as you start to jerk him off. You flick your wrist, thumb rubbing the tip. He yelps feeling you smack his balls hard.
Your left slides behind his back to hold him in place so he doesn't topple over. Your lips travel down to his neck as you kiss the sensitive area. "Y/n I-I am close, do-don't stop..!" He moans out.
You start going harder both on his cock and on his neck as he turns into a whimpering mess. "I-I am comi-coming!" He yells a out as his coil snaps.
The tip of his cock releases his cum all over your hand as he breathlessly moans out your name. You smile as he recovers from the orgasm.
You wipe the drool of his face before passionately kissing him. "Next time I won't bother taking you somewhere far away to fuck you, understood?" You say, holding his chin up to meet your eyes.
"Yes." He replies, such a good boy.
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He thought your glare could kill him. You looked at him with the intent of killing. He was scared but also blushing heavily.
"On your damn knees." He obeyed, he always did. He could see your boner through your pants he knew what you wanted.
He pulls your pants down as your cock falls out, hard and veiny. He licks the tip before taking the whole thing in his mouth. That was something good about him he was completely shameless, he didn't care that he was sucking you off in an alley.
He felt the veins of your cock inside the walls of his mouth as he continued you suck you off. You grab a handful of his yellow hair as pleasure starts to build up in your stomach.
"Shit..! Just like that Zen." You groan as the coil in your stomach tightens, threatening to break. He can tell your close so he goes harder on your cock.
"Fuck!" You yell as your coil breaks as hot cum is released into his mouth. You take heavy breaths pulling up your pants as he stands up.
"Good boy." You say, wiping the cum off his face as he gets blushy like usual.
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"Y/n wh- what th-" He couldn't finish you held him down. "Really thought you could turn me on and face the consequences, Ino?" You say in his ear.
Your hands slides his pants off as you look at his hole with dangerous intent. He groans loudly as shove your cock in, not even bothering to prep him.
Your hands hold his waist as you thrust him slowly and deliberately. He doesn't fight back he wants this just as much as you do and he couldn't care less that you both are doing it in a forest.
You kiss the sensitive area on his back as he moans out feeling pleasure building up in his stomach. "Y/n.. shit! I a.. am close." He says as his vision blurs.
"Already?" You ask surprised by his lack of stamina after he claimed to be "the king of the mountains". With a couple more thrusts he comes as his seed is shot out at the ground.
Chasing your own pleasure you don't stop thrusting him till you come. You release your cum on his tummy decorating it as you both breathe heavily.
"Don't do it again." You say. (He did it again)
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Kanao's back hit the bark of the tree as your lips crashed onto hers. "Y/n what-?" She asks, but you cut her off before she could finish.
You put a finger on her lips to quiet her. "What a dirty whore... turning me on in public?" You whisper in her ear, hot breath on her neck.
You kissed her again on the lips before traveling to her neck as she gasps feeling you mark her.
Your hands reaches under skirt, pulling down her panties below her knees as cold air hits her wet pussy making her legs shiver.
She moans as you put your cock inside her. Your thrusts are fast and rough. Your hands on her back holding her up.
You thrust her quicker and quicker as she breathlessly moans out your name. "Slow down..!" She gasps out, feeling like she'll break.
Her vision blurs as the coil in her stomach tightens as heat builds in her body. "Y/n.. I am close.." She moans out as you thrust her harder.
She comes with a curse as her juices drip down your cock as come inside her. You both breathe heavily sitting down.
"We're doing that again." Kanao says, pulling up her panties. "Absolutely." You reply.
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She gasps as you push her onto a bed in the rooms of the butterfly mansion. "Y/n not no-" She yelps as you spank her ass through her uniform. The stinging pain making her wet, soiling her underwear.
"If you didn't want it now, shouldn't have turned me on." You growl in her ear as you spank her ass again. You kiss her lips as your tongues meet inside your mouths as you grab and spank her ass.
You pull away from the kiss pushing her back onto the bed, pulling down her pants.
"What are you doing?!" She gasps as you strip her down to her underwear. "Eating your ass." You reply in a nonchalant tone, sliding her underwear off.
Aoi buries her head into a pillow, groaning in response. Your hands spread the two mounds of meat apart. "So pretty.." you say staring at her hole.
She groans as you thrust your tongue inside her ass. Broken moans escape from her lips, likely her trying to keep her voice down from alerting the people in the next room
You didnt care about his noise, all you cared about at that time was opening up her tight hole. You precisely licked every wall you could and shoved your head deeper within the crevice of Aoi's ass.
"Right there!" She yells as your tongue hits her sweet spot repeatedly. One of her legs shoot up in pleasure, socked foot hitting your back.
She curses as her coil breaks as she moans into the pillow as you swallow her juices. She whimpers as you spank her ass again. "You love my ass don't you?" She breathes out. "A lot." You reply.
Subby whiny boys who cry so pathetically for you :(((
Featuring: Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Kyojuro, Satoru, Suguru, Megumi, Itadori, Choso, Izuku, Denki, Kiri, Denji, Jean, Connie, Armin, + any of your faves!
MDNI, smut/NSFW under the cut.
It’s mean, the way you’re jerking him off so quickly, flicking your wrist every time you get to the leaky tip. His hips stutter and press back into the mattress, trying to wiggle away from your ruthless handjob. He’s already came twice, the overstimulation beginning to get to him as tears spill from his eyes, whiny moans and whimpers leaving his bruised lips. “B-baby please, can’t cum anymore. ‘S too much.” And you only hum in response, licking the tears rolling down his cheeks, running your thumb over his tip and kissing his nose. “Aww, but you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. You can gimme another, can’t you? Be my good boy and cum one more time? I’ll let you eat me out after, honey. I promise. That sound good?” He lets put a pitiful whine as your hand speeds up, but his cock twitches at the promise of eating you out. Getting to taste your pretty pussy, get your juices all over his face, make you cum all over his tongue. You tighten your hand around the base of his dick and he whimpers, letting his head fall against the pillows as his eyes roll back. His mouth falls open and his hands fall to your shoulders, lightly pushing you away like he wants you to ease up, only for his hips to move in time with your hand. No sounds come from him until he’s shooting thin ropes of cum, a loud, strangled moan echoing in the room as his load lands all over your hand and his stomach, as pitiful as it was. Less than the two other times, but just as powerful, since it leaves him twitching and his thighs shaking. Pressing a kiss to his drool soaked lips, he whimpers when your thumb grazes his sensitive tip, whining against your lips. “Y-you promised.” Cooing softly, your free hand rubs his thigh, feeling it tense when your hand wraps around his dick again. “‘M sorry baby, can’t help myself. You’re just so pretty when you cum. I promise this is the last one, okay? Just wanna see your pretty face one more time.”
imagine zenitsu being infuriatingly jealous whenever you’re around other guys that aren’t tanjirou and inosuke to the point where you’re done with his bullshit and try (and succeed) to get it through his head that he will always be yours by fisting his weeping cock until he has cum for the 3rd time and is a sobbing mess. he’s apologizing profusely and begging for a break, but he doesn’t use his safe word. which means that he’s relishing in the attention that you’re giving him and is enjoying his punishment.
zenitsu’s crystal looking tears stained his flushed cheeks as he tugged on the ropes around his wrists that were tied to the headboard above him. he wanted to feel your skin so badly, but he knew better than to actually attempt to break out of them. his hips make tiny thrusts up into the tight ring of your hand as he feels his next orgasm getting closer.
“pleasepleaseplease, can- can i cum again? your hand feels so good!” zenitsu pleaded, his eyes closed shut as he shudders to your experienced fingers. you tsk at the sight of your boyfriend not learning from his punishment and purposely slow the movement of your hand, zenitsu predictably whined at the action. “don’t forget why you’re here, baby. don’t you have something to say to me?” you ask pointedly, your gorgeous eyes piercing his soul that he doesn’t bother denying.
“i-i’m sorry for being jealous- ah!- and for believing you would l-leave me! please forgive me, i love you— HAH?!” zenitsu’s apology was cut off when your furious stroking continued, you brought your free hand to grab zenitsu’s cheeks and pull him into a short, but loving kiss as a reward for admitting his mistake. zenitsu pants like a dog when you pull back, his brown eyes staring into yours with so much adoration and love. “good boy. i love you more, always. cum for me.” you command, and zenitsu’s reaction is instant.
his toes curl and his eyes roll back to his head as he finally climaxes all over your fist with a blissful moan escaping his lips. you untie his bonds and straddle his waist, your ass facing his soft cock. “you got one more left for me, love?” you ask, zenitsu only has to take one look at your nude body before he’s hard again. you giggle when he nods his head furiously, you lift yourself up to line up the head of his cock along the lips of your pussy before shifting down to take his fully. you both let out enjoyable sounds of pleasure as zenitsu holds onto your hips with shaky hands.
even though you popped his cherry a long time ago, he still acts a sex deprived virgin. it was immensely adorable. “silly zenitsu, i would never leave you for anyone. not when you make me feel this good.” he didn’t last four thrusts until he spilled inside you.
Hello! Sorry for making you guys wait for so long. But yeah, here is one of the hardest chapter to write 'cause this is actually what made me think before if I should still continue or not because of how painful this chapter for me was back then. But yeah, this is supposed to be realistic so here we are!!
Again and again, this story is set in a Modern / College AU.
Content Warnings: Aged Up / Hurt/Comfort / Slowburn / Romance / College AU / Dance Club / Rivalry / Dark Humour / NTR / Cheating / Emotional Neglect / Secret Relationships / Betrayal / Curse Words / Sexual Scenes / Suggestive Content / MDNI / Alcohol Usage / Drunk Sex / Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
"Look at this, isn't this wonderful, Zenitsu?"
"Oh... What is that, Nezuko-chan?"
"Zenitsu? Are you really with me? You have been zoning out lately... If you are still thinking about our fight last time, I told you... It is okay now..."
Zenitsu blinked, not sure how he should react to Nezuko's question.
Why?
Because he has been feeling shit lately. It felt like the world had dropped him into simmering water, the heat creeping up little by little, painful but gradual, until he could no longer tell when it started or how much it was hurting him.
Last Tuesday... That routine you danced with Inosuke should have been his. He knows it should have been the president and the vice president leading the promotions, yet somehow, he was the one left behind while someone else stood beside you.
And yet of course... Inosuke is the one to get that spot—again.
Fuck that Pig-head...
He kept on telling himself that what happened between the two of you was a mistake that he would never do again... It was merely just him succumbing to his weakness because you were the one there for him that time...
And yet, whenever he saw you cry, especially that time when you practically begged for him to be there for you at the dance club last time, he shattered into little pieces.
Yes, shattered into little pieces, and he can't put himself back together again.
Whether he fights it or not, he has been zoning out too. Most of the time actually. The thing he had been looking forward to lately was the dance club—yes, he had always been present since the mistake happened—because there, he would be able to see you again.
Actually, he has been questioning himself lately if that was merely just a mistake because of the pain that he feels right now too. However, the courage to knock on your door, to approach you at the library, or to even text you all died inside of him.
Zenitsu knows... He is clearly well aware that how he had treated you lately made him unworthy of being by your side ever again.
It is insane... He even tried to stop Inosuke from being too close to you. And yes, that isn't because he sees you as some threat. Zenitsu's pride just can't take seeing Inosuke with someone who can't be his.
He is a living embodiment of irony, and he despises it.
But what can he do? He had messed up everything.
He would lie to himself if he said that he was hanging out with Nezuko right now because he had been longing for her.
That's not the truth.
He is here because he wants to forget.
He had seen you earlier, and you were... radiating. He just can't find the strength to approach you, to tell you that he hates how revealing your dress was, and to cover you up with his jacket like he used to do.
Damn it…
Yes, even if you looked so pretty earlier, he hated the way the dress's neckline dipped dangerously low. He hated how short that dress was. He hated how beautiful you looked, especially when it was not for him.
I'm so… selfish.
Your image earlier was nothing like the boyish girl who was obsessed with Alice in Wonderland for years. You don't look like the girl who used to nag him and give him real talks for being a simp and a crybaby.
You looked like someone else that he couldn't recognise anymore, and he hated it.
He has no idea where you will go or what you'll do. But silently... He wishes that it wasn't with Inosuke...
Maybe there's just a party… Yes… a party, of course. Why would she dress like that for that stupid Inosuke anyway?
The thought—it's diabolical... It's pretentious and full of emotions he refused to name...
It's very Zenitsu-like...
"Uh... I'm not thinking about that anymore... baby."
"But why are you so serious lately?"
Nezuko pouted, a gesture she hadn't used to him before, and when Zenitsu saw it, he couldn't help but feel more guilty about what he did.
He knows that it is wrong...
He knows even thinking of you right now when he is with her is one of the mistakes that he should avoid. And yet, here he is... dwelling with his thoughts about you silently.
No… I can't do this…
Thus, in the blink of an eye, Zenitsu forced himself to be in his persona once again. And sadly, this is just because he is too scared of losing what is currently safe.
It's because he knows if he lost Nezuko right now. Nothing will be left for him.
For the first time in days, he felt like throwing up again. You are correct when you told him that this is his favourite...
Being safe.
Because he is nothing but a coward... And as much as he hates it, he can't do anything to fix himself.
"Aaaah! I'm nooot serious at all, baby! You know I've been thinking of youuu so much. That's just it, baby. I am missing you!"
Lies. What a fucking liar.
Hugging Nezuko felt like a chore...
Actually being with her right now felt so heavy after the misunderstandings that happened between the two of them lately. He thought it would all be better. But after he realised the pattern and cycle that had been happening in their relationship, something inside him had changed.
But he chose to swallow just because he was supposed to simp for her.
That's his constant, right?
Especially now... That you seem happy even with just Inosuke around you.
"Zen-Zen... Let go of me. You know I'm sketching. Don't just hug me so suddenly. I might mess this up…"
Zen-Zen...
That's supposed to be between you and him only. And yet, hearing Nezuko say it now, without knowing that you basically own that nickname for him, made the nausea inside of him worsen.
He pulled out and... "Please don't call me that..."
"Eh? Why? It is cute—"
"Just... don't. Okay?"
Nezuko stared at him, dumbfounded, but still just shrugged. "Sure... Sure..." and just went back to sketching as if nothing happened.
Oh well, of course. Nothing is more important than what she is doing, and Zenitsu always needs to compensate for it.
Zenitsu's heart throbbed. He watched the silent strokes of her hand, and yet, he can't find the same adrenaline and passion that he had felt for her before. It was as if something inside him had awakened, but he had already killed it before it could walk.
Zenitsu hates it—he despises the self-destruction he is doing, but what can he do?
He cannot do anything right now to revert back to that day...
Because if he only can... Maybe he didn't tell you that what happened was just a mere mistake.
Maybe he would have told you how much he has needed you forever.
And maybe he will swallow that damn pride and fear and fix things between you and him.
Because even if it hurts to hear this, he is well aware that Nezuko is a dead end. And after what he did to you... He will be stuck on this cycle.
You don’t remember deciding to move.
One second Inosuke's confession is still echoing in your chest, too heavy to hold, and the next you’re closing the distance between you, drawn in by something you can’t name. When your lips meet his, it feels unfamiliar and overwhelming in the most unexpected way.
Kissing him tastes like a sudden plunge into deep, frigid water; there’s a menthol-sharp clarity to it that steals the air right out of your lungs. It’s a clean, piercing sensation that cuts through the static in your head, making the heat of his skin against yours feel twice as illegal.
Inosuke responds instinctively, his hands finding your waist with a grip that is firm but uncertain, like he’s afraid of doing it wrong yet unwilling to let go. There’s a rawness to the way he kisses you, a lack of polish that makes your heart twist because it feels unpractised, honest, and entirely his.
You can feel the tension in him, the faint hesitation before he deepens it, like he’s learning you as he goes. And as your fingers clutch at his shirt, you realise with a painful clarity that this isn’t empty or careless.
It feels new.
It feels fragile.
And it feels like something you were never supposed to take from him.
You felt a bit of hesitation. It was a brief moment of clarity that made you almost pull out from the kiss. But then, Inosuke pulled you closer and muttered, "No… stay…" in between his soft kisses. It sounded like a silent plea that knocked out the remaining sanity in your head.
The raw honesty of his plea shatters the last of your restraint. Inosuke doesn't wait for an answer; he claims it. His hands, once hovering tentatively at your waist, now slide upward, fingers digging into the fabric of your robe with a frantic, bruising pressure. He pulls you flush against him as if he were trying to merge your heartbeats into one erratic rhythm.
There is a new, hungry edge to the way he presses his lips back to yours... a clumsy, breathless desperation that says he is drowning and you are the only air left in the room.
Inosuke was chasing the taste of you, his movements jagged and uncoordinated, driven by a primal need to bridge the distance you almost created. Every brush of his teeth against your lip, every sharp, minty exhale, feels like a physical tether he was wrapping around you, refusing to let the moment break.
A part of you knew that he was still as drunk as you, but then desperation to forget blanketed your senses. And yes, the sensations that you are feeling as of the moment muted all the things that kept you late at night.
Your world is already on fire, and you know that no one could save you right now but Inosuke. And right now, it was as if you were watching yourself do whatever this is in third person. It was really so strange what desire and desperation could make foolish people do.
Goosebumps formed on your arms as you felt his breath brushing your lips. His presence was hypnotic, and the magnitude brought by his littlest motions didn't fail to reach your crumbling core.
Should I continue this? But… I really need Inosuke right now.
What a wicked thing to do… to let yourself drown in his ocean just to escape the lightning that has been chasing you.
Your shaky hands finally snaked around Inosuke, making sure to pull down the robe from his shoulders with your unpractised movements. You were desperate for the friction of his skin against yours, needing something solid to hold onto as the world blurred around you. The fabric gave way under your touch, pooling around his elbows and baring the broad, warm expanse of his shoulders.
When you pressed your palms flat against his bare skin, the heat of him was staggering. It was a grounding, heavy warmth that made your heart hammer against your ribs. Inosuke didn't hesitate. His large hands slid from your waist to your thighs, and with a sudden, forceful tug, he hitched you up and settled you firmly onto his lap.
He pulled back just enough for your lips to part, though he didn't go far. His forehead remained pressed against yours, his eyes dark and blown wide with a raw, unmasked lust that made your breath hitch. Your breaths mingled in the narrow space between you, hot and shallow, as he searched your face for any sign of regret.
Even if he had already given you this look when you were still at the izakaya, this was still a look that felt completely alien to you.
This was your best friend.
This was the boy who used to tackle you into the dirt, whose eyes were always filled with a stubborn, childish challenge or a reckless need to prove he was the strongest. You had spent a lifetime looking into those eyes and seeing a rival, a protector, a constant.
But now, that familiar fire had turned into something heavy and predatory, a desperate need that made your skin tingle. The childhood friend you knew was still there, but he was being consumed by the man in front of you, and the sheer weight of that shift left you completely undone.
"Don't... don't look at me like that," you whispered, your voice trembling as you tried to find your breath in the narrow space between your lips.
It wasn't a command but a soft, broken plea, because the sheer intensity in his eyes was more than you knew how to handle. He was looking at you like you were his entire world, stripped of the bravado and the noise that usually followed him. In this quiet, clinical air of the room, he was just Inosuke, and he was waiting for you to tell him this was real.
A slow, boyish smirk pulled at the corner of Inosuke's mouth, one that lacked his usual aggression and was replaced by a heavy, hooded sort of confidence.
"Why?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to thrum straight through your chest.
"Am I making it hard for you to think?"
Fuck… Inosuke, why are you so hot right now?
He didn't pull away; instead, he tilted his head, his nose grazing yours as he watched the hazy, drunken flutter of your eyelashes. The alcohol made everything feel slow and weighted, your senses heightened yet blurring at the edges, making his presence feel like the only solid thing in the universe.
His hands, broad and calloused, moved with a torturous lack of haste as they found the tie of your robe. He didn't rush. He watched your face, his fingers working the knot loose with a dexterity that surprised you, whilst his other hand remained firmly anchored at the small of your back.
As the silk gave way, he leaned down, his lips ghosting over the curve of your shoulder. He pressed a lingering, wet kiss to the sensitive column of your neck, his breath hot against your cooling skin.
"You're all flushed," he teased softly, the words vibrating against your collarbone as he slowly began to guide the fabric down, baring you to his gaze inch by excruciating inch. As the robe finally gave way, pooling in a heavy heap around your hips, the cool air of the room hit your bare skin, but the chill was short-lived.
Inosuke’s gaze was a physical weight, roaming over you with a shocked, breathless sort of reverence. For a man who usually moved through the world like a storm, he was suddenly, strikingly still. His eyes drifted down, fixating on the soft curve of your breasts, and you felt a wave of bashful heat rise to your cheeks.
The two of you had showered together but in different stalls. He had never seen this most vulnerable part of you, and that certainly made Inosuke flushed and definitely starving for you. The alcohol in your system made your head swim, but it couldn't dull the electric realisation that there were no more secrets left between you.
On the other hand, you already knew that he looked incredible, his body honed and solid in a way that made your pulse thrum with a heavy, rhythmic ache. But with all this tension and the sensation that is starting to form in your stomach, his figure became more defined, like Apollo himself.
The lamplight traced the hard lines of his stomach, and as you shifted on his lap, you felt the unmistakable, rigid heat of him pressing firmly against your thigh. He… he is already hard? Your breath hitched; feeling that physical manifestation of his desire made reality crash down with a dizzying intensity. He wanted you so much he was visibly shaking, his knuckles white where they gripped your waist.
"Inosuke," you whispered, your hands resting against his bare chest where you could feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heart. You leaned in close, your lips brushing his ear as a mischievous, drunken spark flickered through your mind. "Is this... is this your first time?"
Inosuke stiffened, a dark, crimson flush creeping up his neck. He let out a low, huffy breath, his fingers digging slightly into your hips. "Yeah," he grunted, his voice thick and strained.
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze searching yours with a raw, sudden vulnerability. "What about you? You're acting like you know what you’re doing, or is this your first time too?"
The question sent a sharp flicker of hesitation through your chest as you thought of that treacherous night with Zenitsu... the friction of him between your thighs and the hollow ache of being called a mistake the morning after.
But Zenitsu had never seen you. He hadn't looked at you like you were the sun itself. It was never how Inosuke looked at you as if you were the source of everything beautiful in his life.
"Yes," you admitted softly, your voice breaking through the haze.
"Inosuke… It’s my first time too. All of it."
"Don't worry then… We'll figure this out together, Y/N. I… I love you."
Your heart stopped; he said it again—that he loves you. You wanted to say it back to calm him down, but you know… that would be… a lie. Maybe you do love him, but… you still cannot fathom right now if that love is the same as the passion that he is ready to dedicate to you.
Inosuke’s eyes dropped back to your chest, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of your bare skin once more. His hand reached out, hovering just inches away, trembling with a restraint you had never seen from him.
"Can I..." he started, his voice cracking with a desperate, boyish sort of hunger as he gestured vaguely toward your breasts. "Can I kiss them?"
Ki—kiss them?
The raw honesty of his request made your stomach flip. You nodded, unable to find your voice, and watched as he leaned down with a slow, shaky reverence.
When his lips finally made contact with your skin, the heat was staggering. He didn't just kiss you; Inosuke worshipped you.
His tongue flicked out to trace the underside of your breast, a wet, hot trail that made you gasp and tangle your fingers into his hair. As he moved higher, his mouth finally closed over your nipple, the sensation so sharp and intense it sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core. He sucked with a clumsy, hungry rhythm, his tongue swirling against the peaking bud in a way that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed.
You let out a broken moan, the sound only spurring him on as he used his teeth to gently graze the sensitive tip, a playful nip that made you feel like you were melting into the mattress.
With a sudden, powerful movement, he shifted his weight, pinning you beneath him more firmly. He was all heat and hard muscle, his heavy thighs slotting between yours as he bore you down into the sheets.
The contrast was intoxicating; the bed felt cool against your back, but Inosuke was a furnace, a solid, possessive presence that made you feel small and entirely cherished.
He moved back to your neck, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder, his breath coming in jagged, desperate gasps. He began to pepper your throat with wet, urgent kisses, his teeth grazing your collarbone whilst his hands slid down to cup your breasts, squeezing them with a raw, unpolished intensity that made your whole body thrum with a need you could no longer name.
The sensation of Inosuke's weight and his heat was almost too much to process. As Inosuke’s face remained buried in your shoulder, his desperate, jagged breaths fanning over your damp skin, you felt a wave of pure, unadulterated powerlessness wash over you.
It wasn't the kind of powerlessness that felt weak, but rather a total, blissful surrender. You were hyper-aware of every point of contact—the rough callus of Inosuke's palms against the soft swell of your breasts and the heavy, solid pressure of his bare thighs pinning yours to the mattress.
Inosuke didn't just let the fabric sit on your lower halves; with a sudden, impatient tug, he kicked the remains of your robe and his own away from your hips, sending the silk fluttering to the floor. Now, there was truly nothing left between you—no silk, no cotton, just a vast, electrifying expanse of bare skin.
Knowing you were both entirely exposed made your head spin more than the alcohol ever could. You felt the raw, unpolished rhythm of his heart beating against your own, a frantic thud that mirrored the chaos in your chest.
When Inosuke's teeth grazed your collarbone, a sharp, white-hot spark of pleasure shot down to your core, making you whimper and tilt your head back to give him more. You were drowning in him, in the scent of cedar and sweat and that lingering hint of mint, and for the first time in your life, you didn't want to be saved.
You were hyper-aware of the friction now: the hair on his legs brushing against yours and the heavy, rigid length of him pressing directly against your bare stomach. However, as his hands began to slide lower, moving past your ribs and over the sensitive dip of your waist toward the heat between your thighs, a sudden, instinctual fear flared up.
This was the boy who had grown up beside you, but this—the intimacy, the total exposure—was new territory that felt dangerously permanent. Your hand flew to his wrist, stopping his descent just as his fingers reached the soft curls at the apex of your legs.
Inosuke stilled immediately. He didn't pull away, but he held himself steady, his muscles tensed and quivering from the effort of holding back. When he lifted his head, the look in his eyes wasn't one of frustration but of a deep, protective concern that made your heart ache.
"Hey," he rasped, his voice a low, soothing vibration that felt like a physical blanket around you. "I’ve got you. We go slow, alright? I’m not gonna do anything that makes you want to run." He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his thumb tracing soothing circles into the skin of your hip until the trembling in your limbs finally began to subside.
When you finally let out a shaky breath and nodded, giving him that silent, heavy permission, the atmosphere shifted from tentative to electric. Inosuke’s hand moved again, but this time with a slow, deliberate intent.
His fingers grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, a touch that was surprisingly light yet filled with a certain, mounting hunger. He began to move with a focus that was entirely yours, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that tasted of deep, simmering need.
As his fingers finally brushed against the slick, aching heat of your folds, a low, guttural growl escaped the back of his throat—a sound of pure, masculine triumph that told you exactly how long he had been waiting for this moment.
"Shit… am I really doing this?"
One…
Two…
Three…
The sound of knocking echoed throughout the empty hallway. Silence blanketed him again after a few seconds, leaving him with the thumping of his heart. Zenitsu cannot believe he is doing this. He can't believe that after all that happened, he will end up in front of your doorstep, waiting for you to open the door for him.
He knows; he knows that the moment you finally opened that door, he'd pull you back inside your Alice Cave and apologise for everything that he had done to you.
The feeling had been killing him, especially earlier when he was with Nezuko. I miss my best friend… I miss you, Y/N…
But to his disappointment, the door didn't open even if he had knocked more than once.
"Is… she not here? It's already late…"
He remembered seeing you again this morning and how stunning you are. However, that bothered him so much right now, as you weren't still at home this late at night.
He paced back and forth, thinking that perhaps you were just stuck in a traffic jam. Yeah… maybe that's why she's not here yet… Right? However, a cold shiver ran up his spine, and he doesn't know why…
It was an uncomfortable feeling that he cannot describe. For quite a moment, he felt his heart ache… He knows how crazy this will sound.
Zenitsu didn't confess his mistake to Nezuko earlier nor fix what is broken. He is a coward; he cannot do that so suddenly. But now that he is standing in front of your Alice Cave, he can't help but want to be back in your life again… even as your best friend.
He is willing to forget it all since you had already told him in the dance room's locker room before that you are not making him choose between you and Nezuko and you just want him back.
Fucking selfish. I am so fucking selfish…
Zenitsu realised how incomplete his life would be without you and even if he had denied it tonnes of times this week, he knows how painful it is.
"Shit… I'll call her… I'm so worried."
The sharp, sudden trill of your phone sliced through the heavy, drug-like haze of the room, making your eyes fly wide. The sound was jarring, an intrusion into the most private moment of your life. Between your thighs, Inosuke tensed instantly, his broad shoulders locking as he paused his relentless, wet worship.
The heat of his mouth was still branded against your skin, his tongue having been mid-stroke against your aching core when the noise broke the spell. The vibration of the device on the nightstand felt like an earthquake against the backdrop of such raw, silent intimacy, and for a split second, the real world tried to claw its way back into the bed.
"My... my phone," you gasped, your voice thin and wrecked, your fingers blindly reaching out toward the sound.
The alcohol made your coordination sluggish, but the instinct to answer—to hide, to pretend you weren't currently being unravelled by your best friend—was sharp. You felt the cool air hit the damp, sensitive skin he had just been devouring, the sudden absence of his warmth making you shiver.
Before your hand could even graze the wood of the nightstand, Inosuke’s hand shot out, pinning your wrist firmly against the mattress. He didn't look up immediately; instead, he pressed his face deeper into the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his hot breath hitching.
"Ignore it," he growled, the vibration of his voice buzzing against your slick skin in a way that made your toes curl.
"But Inosuke, what if—"
"I don't care," he interrupted, finally lifting his head. His hair was a wild, dark curtain around his face, and his eyes were blown wide, dark with a possessive, single-minded hunger that made your heart skip a beat. He looked almost feral in the lamplight, his lips slick and flushed from the taste of you.
"You're not going anywhere. You're right here with me."
To prove his point, he didn't wait for you to agree. He slid back down, his tongue finding that sensitive, throbbing bud again with a sudden, forceful flick that made a strangled cry rip from your throat.
The phone continued to chime, and it was a distant, nagging reminder of a life that felt a million miles away. But as Inosuke doubled down on his efforts, using his hands to pull your hips even closer to his face, the sound began to fade into the background.
"Ugh… fuck… yes, Inosuke~"
The sensation of his mouth, hot and relentless, combined with the firm, bruising grip he had on your wrists, made it impossible to think of anything else. You stopped reaching for the phone, your fingers instead curling into the bedsheets as you surrendered to the overwhelming reality of him.
He was claiming you, centimetre by centimetre, and as his tongue swirled in a slow, demanding rhythm, you realised he was right. The rest of the world didn't exist; there was only the heat of his mouth, the scent of cedar, and the way he was making sure you knew exactly who you belonged to tonight.
Then finally, the ringing died down. A smirk formed on Inosuke's lips as he propped himself with his arms and slowly crawled over to you, pinning your body into the mattress with his sheer weight.
"Good riddance… Whoever calls you tonight is so stupid. But don't worry about that; you're with me."
"Inosuke… yes. I won't go… I won't leave you…" you answered, voice cracking as you saw how dark his emerald eyes were right now. They were almost predatory, and you felt like prey surrendering to his touch. Nevertheless, you loved the sensation of it.
"Yes, Y/N. You aren't going anywhere," he rasps, his voice muffled against the valley of your breasts. "I’ve got you right where I’ve wanted you for years."
"I told you… I won't go… Ugh… fuck…" You felt his fingers caressing your abandoned damp folds once again, unravelling them with his every touch. You can't help but release another lewd moan and arch your hips in pleasure.
"Does that feel good? The way you're arching into me... I think it does."
"It… does…"
"Fuck… you're so hot, Y/N…"
Inosuke's hot breath fanned on your cheeks as he leaned slowly to capture your lips once again into a hungry kiss. The taste of you on his tongue was the final tipping point, a dark, intoxicating reality that made your toes curl into the mattress.
Inosuke’s kiss was no longer just a kiss; it was a claim, his mouth moving over yours with a desperate, frantic hunger as if he were trying to swallow your very breath.
"I can't... I can't wait anymore. I'm throbbing down there already… I need you…" he growled against your lips, his voice breaking with the sheer weight of his need. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes blown wide and dark, shimmering with a mix of adoration and raw, masculine intent.
His hands slid down, hooking firmly behind your knees to pull your legs high, pinning them against his chest. The sudden, total exposure made a soft gasp escape you, the cool air of the room a sharp contrast to the furnace of his body.
He reached for the nightstand, his fingers fumbling with the foil packet with a clumsy, frantic energy that betrayed his nerves. For all his usual bravado, his hands were shaking so much he could barely tear the plastic. He let out a low, frustrated huff, his knuckles white as he struggled with the unfamiliar slickness of the latex.
You reached out, your own fingers covering his to steady him, silently guiding the protection into place. As you did, the sheer reality of him hit you. Inosuke's cock was thick, heavy, and pulsing with a heat that felt almost dangerous.
"Inosuke," you whispered, your eyes widening as you looked down at the daunting sight of him. "That... it’s so big. Are you sure? Can it even fit?" The sight of his throbbing length, dark and rigid against the pale sheets, made your stomach flip with a mix of terror and a heavy, thrumming ache.
"It has to," he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He looked down at you, his pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed the emerald of his eyes.
"I’ve wanted this for so long; I don't think I can stop even if I tried. But… don't worry. I'll try to be gentle."
Inosuke saw the signs of anxiousness in your eyes; thus, he leaned in to kiss you and rubbed his tip against your swollen clit. Given that your bud is already sensitive, you arched yourself for him, feeling wetter than earlier. Heat crept up your body as you felt that… this is it.
This is real… I'm really doing this with Inosuke…
Slowly, he settled back between your thighs, the blunt, massive head of him pressing directly against your slick, narrow opening. He didn't rush, but you still felt it. The sheer size of him felt impossible, a relentless, burning fullness that started to stretch you in ways you’d never felt before.
"Ah... wait, it’s... it's too much..."
"Shhh… Relax… I love you…"
A loud moan escaped your mouth as you felt an inch of him sliding inside of you. And finally, a sharp, stinging sensation flared at your core. Despite the alcohol and the heat, a broken sob caught in your throat, your eyes welling with sudden, involuntary tears.
"Inosuke… ahh… fuck… is… is it in?"
He froze instantly, his entire frame shuddering as he used his strength to hold himself back. "Shh, almost. I’ve got you... I’m sorry, I’m sorry," he whispered, his usual loud voice vanishing into a soft, protective murmur as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours.
He didn't pull out, but he stayed perfectly still, his breath coming in jagged, pained gasps as he watched the tears track down your temples. "Look at me, Y/N. Just breathe with me. I won't move another inch until you tell me to. I promise. I'll stay right here as long as you need."
The sight of his face, which was softer and yet twisted with a protective agony because he had hurt you, was what finally made the tension break. You let out a long, shaky exhale, your hips slowly beginning to settle and accept the heavy, intrusive weight of him.
The sharp sting began to dull into a deep, thrumming ache that felt more like a promise than a pain. "Don't... don't stop," you breathed, your voice a tiny, wrecked thread of sound.
"I want you... please, Inosuke... I want all of you."
A low, guttural sound—half-growl, half-sob—escaped his throat at your permission. He began to sink deeper, centimetre by excruciating centimetre, his eyes never leaving yours as he filled every empty space within you.
"God, you’re so tight... fuck, Y/N... you’re perfect," he groaned, his jaw clenching as he finally bottomed out, burying himself to the hilt. He stayed there for a moment, his hands coming up to cradle your face with a reverence that felt like worship.
You were stretched to your limit, anchored to the bed by the man who had loved you in silence for a lifetime, and as the pain finally melted into a mounting, heavy pleasure, you knew there was no going back.
Inosuke remained perfectly still for a long, heavy moment. His forehead was pressed against yours as he waited for your breathing to calm down. The sensation of him being entirely inside you was overwhelming.
Ugh… so… big…
Actually, it brought a dull, thrumming pressure that seemed to vibrate down to your core. Inosuke's hands, usually so restless, were surprisingly gentle as they cupped your cheeks, wiping away the last of your tears.
"You okay?" he whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you. His voice was already cracking with the effort of his own restraint.
"I… I don't want to hurt you again, Y/N."
"Inosuke, I—I'm okay…" you breathed, trying to calm him down. The initial sting had already faded into a deep, honeyed warmth inside of you. Then, you tentatively tilted your hips upward, a silent invitation that made Inosuke's eyes widen as he let out a low, shaky exhale.
Given that, he started to move then, pulling back just an inch before sinking back in with a slow, deliberate grind. "Fuck…" he murmured as he felt your heat enveloping his needy length once again.
Inosuke couldn't believe at first that finally, he was united with you. His thrusts were experimental and hesitant at first, though, his muscles tensing as he tested the limits of your body.
This isn't you and him competing anymore… This is him claiming you. Each shallow thrust was a question, and your body answered with a soft, involuntary moan that seemed to embolden him. He was learning the rhythm of you, his movements becoming a fraction more confident as he realised you weren't breaking beneath him.
"Shit… Y/N… you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a desperate, loving brand.
And with those slow thrusts, the friction started to build. It was a slow-burning heat that replaced the remnants of ache with something far more needy… more demanding. As he felt you begin to relax and melt into the soft mattress beneath you, his pace shifted.
Inosuke's thrusts became deeper, more purposeful, each one bringing him flush against you until your chests were locked together.
You could feel the frantic, heavy thrum of his heart against your own. And yes, it was a wild rhythm that told you he was just as lost in these sensations as you were.
"Fuck… I've loved you for so long… Maybe since we were… kids…"
Inosuke confessed once again against your skin. His voice now was thick with raw, unpolished emotion—one that he couldn't quite fathom a while ago.
"I… I didn't know… I didn't know it could be like… this."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the pleasure began to coil tightly in your stomach. All the remnants of your fear from earlier ebbed out of your body. It was all replaced by a fierce need to be as close to Inosuke as possible.
Every time he pulled out, you felt a pang of loss, only to be filled again by the solid weight of him.
Yes, Inosuke wasn't just taking; he was giving you everything he had, his movements a physical confession—a declaration—of the love that he had carried in silence for years.
"Inosuke… fuck… more, please…" you whimpered, head tossing back against the pillow.
"You're being needy now… I love it…"
Inosuke's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessive intensity as he found a deeper, harder rhythm. He was no longer just testing the waters; Inosuke was diving in headfirst. His breath coming in as an animalistic gasp as he began to drive into you with a worshipful hunger that made the rest of the world blur.
And in a few moments, the friction started to build into a frantic, white-hot heat that threatened to consume and cleanse the last of your thoughts. Inosuke's movements were no longer hesitant but deep and deliberate.
"Fuck! Ugh… So… so good, Inosuke~"
"Hnggn… Y/N…"
His thrusts were so heavy that they made you gasp and cling to his sweat-slicked shoulders. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his face flushed and his eyes burning with a raw, terrifyingly beautiful intensity.
"Look at me… look at me."
Inosuke rasped, his voice breaking as he pinned your wrists beside your head, his fingers lacing through yours.
"I want you to see me. I want you to know it’s me doing this to you."
He sank into you again, bottoming out with a low, guttural groan that vibrated through your entire chest.
"You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I used to dream about this... about finally having you like this. I thought I’d go crazy if I couldn't touch you."
"Now… you're in me…"
"Hmm… yes… I love you so much… I really really love you."
"Inosuke... I love... I..."
The confession stalled in your throat, catching on a jagged breath as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
In your drunken, hazy mind, a flash of golden hair and a dismissive voice—Zenitsu—tried to surface, but the raw, pulsing heat of the man above you was too loud to ignore. You needed to drown the ghost out. You needed to feel like you belonged to the person actually holding you.
"I need you, Inosuke…" you choked out instead, your fingers digging into his sweat-slicked shoulders. "Please... I… I need you."
Make me forget about everything else.
Inosuke was moving with a slow, worshipful depth when he suddenly stilled, his hands tightening on your waist until his knuckles went white.
He looked down at you, his emerald eyes searching yours with a piercing, raw intensity, and for a heartbeat, the air in the room felt too thin. He saw it—the way your gaze had gone glassy and distant, the way your lips had parted to whisper a breathy sigh for a memory that wasn't him.
He saw the flicker of a ghost behind your eyelids, something… or someone who didn't belong in this bed. It hit him with the force of a physical blow; he was holding you, but he wasn't the one you were seeing.
"No…"
Inosuke's voice cracked as he surged forward, his chest slamming against yours to force you back into the present. He didn't know whose name was hovering on your tongue, but he could feel the ghost standing between you and him, and he refused to share you.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone with a possessive, hungry nip that was almost a plea. "Stay here. Look at me," he demanded, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent, driven by a desperate need to be the only one in your head.
"Tell me it's me. Tell me you’re mine. I'm the one here, Y/N! Only me!"
"You... it’s you! Ah! Inosuke!"
You arched your back, your eyes snapping back to his as the sheer, bruising force of his devotion finally pulled you under. You were reaching for a release that would finally quiet the noise of Zenitsu’s rejection, your breath coming in short, jagged sobs. Whether it was love or a desperate, alcohol-fuelled gratitude, you clung to him like a life raft in a storm, needing his heat to burn the other memory out of your veins.
"I’ve got you," he promised, his voice a frantic, low rumble in your ear as he felt you finally come back to him. He shifted his grip, his hands sliding under your lower back to tilt your pelvis up, meeting his frantic rhythm with a bruising, desperate force.
Inosuke was pouring every ounce of the love he’d carried in silence into every thrust, trying to brand himself into your skin so deeply that there would be no room left for anyone else.
"I love you so much it's killing me. You’re mine. From now on, you’re mine, and I’m never letting anyone else touch you. Only me. Always me."
The world began to fracture at the edges, the scent of cedar and the sound of his ragged breathing filling your entire universe. You felt the first waves of the climax beginning to ripple through you, a sudden, electric tension that made your whole body shudder. The confusion, the pain, the mess of the last few months—it all started to burn away in the heat of Inosuke's worship.
"Inosuke! I'm... I'm going to—"
"Yes," he urged, his own voice sounding wrecked and far away. He drove into you one last, deep, shattering time, his entire frame tensing as he hit his limit.
"Come for me, Y/N. Let me feel it. Let me have all of you."
As the orgasm finally broke over you in a blinding explosion of light and heat, you felt Inosuke fracture beneath you. He let out a long, strangled cry of your name, his head falling back as he gave you everything he had. He gripped you so tightly it was almost painful, his heart hammering a frantic, wild rhythm against your own.
As you both collapsed into the quiet, sweat-slicked aftermath, you felt the weight of his head resting on your chest.
You were safe and you were cherished. But as the room stopped spinning, the heavy silence left you wondering if he knew. He had fought the ghost and won for tonight, but as he held you, you could still feel the lingering ache of a name you hadn't dared to say out loud.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of your combined, ragged breathing. Inosuke didn't pull away; he stayed buried deep within you, his forehead pressed into the crook of your shoulder as if he were trying to merge his very soul with yours. His heart was a frantic drum against your ribs, slowly steadying as the adrenaline began to ebb.
But of course it has to end, he pulled out slowly, removed the condom and then stood up slowly, still naked, to get a wet towel to clean the both of you.
As the room stopped spinning and the alcohol-induced haze thinned, you felt the cool air hit your sweat-slicked skin. You shifted slightly and sat, trying to find your bearings, when your eyes caught a dark, stark contrast against the pale sheets. Your heart plummeted. There, smeared in a small, unmistakable bloom on the space beneath your hips, was a patch of crimson.
"Inosuke," you breathed, your voice hitching with a sudden, sharp spike of panic.
"Inosuke, look... blood. There’s... I… I bled."
The sight of it made the reality of the night crash down on you—the permanence of it, the pain you’d felt earlier, and the terrifying weight of the ghost you’d been trying to outrun. I… I gave it to Inosuke… Your breath became shallow, your fingers trembling as they clutched at the rumpled fabric of the duvet.
Inosuke went back quickly with the wet towel and a glass of water, his green eyes widening as he followed your gaze. He didn't recoil; instead, his expression crumbled into a look of such profound, protective guilt that it nearly broke your heart.
He sat down beside you with a slow, careful grace, reaching out to catch your hands in his. "Hey, hey... look at me," he commanded softly, his voice a low, grounding rumble.
"It’s okay. You’re okay. I... I was too rough. I’m sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry."
He didn't let you spiral into the panic. Despite his own nerves, he stepped into the role of your protector. He gave you the water to help you drink, then moved with a tenderness you hadn't known he possessed, gently wiping your thighs and the small of your back, his touch light as a feather.
"It’s just because it was the first time," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours, desperately searching for any sign that you were slipping away again. "It’ll not happen again. I’ve got you. I promise, I’ve got you."
Once he had cleaned you, he pulled the heavy duvet over both of your bare bodies, dragging you into the centre of his chest. He wrapped his thick arms around you, pinning you against his heat so securely that there was no room for any other thought or memory to seep in.
Inosuke kissed the top of your head, his hand stroking your hair in a rhythmic, possessive motion. "Don't think about anything else," he muttered against your temple, his voice thick with a raw, unspoken vow. "Just sleep. I’m right here. I’m not letting anything else hurt you tonight. I love you…"
The harsh, unfiltered morning light cut through the thin curtains of the love hotel, stabbing at your eyes and bringing the room into a cruel, sharp focus. As the fog of the alcohol finally lifted, a wave of cold, sickening dread washed over you.
The tangled sheets, the discarded foil on the nightstand, and the heavy ache between your thighs all pointed to a reality you weren't ready to face. You sat up too quickly, your head throbbing as the memories of the previous night—the desperate kisses, the blood on the sheets, and the things you had surrendered just to forget—came rushing back like a physical blow.
It had been reckless. I had been reckless.
A moment of drunken weakness fuelled by the ghost of Zenitsu and a need to feel anything other than rejection. You felt a lump form in your throat as you realised the weight of what you’d done to Inosuke—and to yourself.
Shit… what did I do? What did we do?
Slowly, your breath hitching, you turned your head to the side.
Inosuke was still deeply asleep, his face partially buried in the pillow. Without the wild, possessive intensity in his eyes, he looked younger, his sharp features softened by the quiet rhythm of rest. His broad, muscular chest rose and fell steadily, the dark hair of his fringe falling over his forehead.
Inosuke looked so pretty and peaceful… and he seemed to look… happy.
Even in sleep, he looked like he was guarding you, one heavy arm still draped across the space where you had been lying just moments before. Seeing him there, so peaceful and so completely yours, made the line between regret and something much deeper start to blur all over again.
Inosuke's chest's rhythmic, steady rise and fall were the only thing anchoring you at the present. You wanted to touch him and feel if this was real or not; however, you stopped yourself. Instead, you watched the way his skin caught the morning light.
It was actually a beautiful sight, one that should have brought you immense happiness. But instead, it felt like an indictment.
Every slow breath that Inosuke took seemed to echo the word reckless back to you. And you felt it, the sharp thing in your gut that clashed violently with the way your heart hammered against your ribs.
It was not out of fear. It was all because of a sudden terrifying recognition of what you had done with the man beside you.
I had used him.
You had reached out for his heat to burn away the image of Zenitsu's hair, Zenitsu's laughter, and even Zenitsu's cold rejection.
You had been drunk and desperate, and you had dragged Inosuke into your mess—the one person who had always been a constant force of everything that is honest and raw in your life.
Slowly, you sat up and winced at the sight of dried blood on the sheets. It was a permanent mark of a choice you couldn't undo anymore.
And yes, you felt sick to your stomach with the realisation that you had taken away everything that he's supposed to do with the one who is worthy of his pure love.
You lay down beside him once again, taking in his peaceful sight that you wished to always see.
I'm sorry, Inosuke…
Before a tear managed to escape your eyes, his breathing hitched.
The steady rhythm broke, and you saw Inosuke's long eyelashes flutter. Your breath hitched in your throat, your entire body locking up as you debated whether to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep or face the consequences. Before you could decide, Inosuke shifted, his heaby arm instinctively snaking around your waist as he pulled you a fraction closer in his sleep.
Finally, his eyes blinked open and were clouded with sleep. For a split second, the wild, feral Inosuke was gone, replaced by a man who looked at you like you were his source of life. He didn't say a word, but as his gaze cleared and he realised you were awake, his hand moved from your waist to the small of your back. His palm was hot, waking up every cell of your body.
"Y/N… you're awake. Good morning."
Inosuke rasped, his voice a deep, morning-worn tone that sent a fresh shiver down your spine. He didn't ask how you felt nor mention the alcohol or his throbbing head. He dropped all of those to search your eyes, his thumb beginning a slow stroke against your skin that made it impossible to look away.
He wasn't going to admit it, but he was looking for the ghost again, waiting to see if the morning light had brought it back into the room.
But then, you felt it. So, instinctively, you looked away and sat, pulling the sheets to cover your top as if he hadn't seen all of you last night.
Inosuke slowly sat up too, then, rubbing your bare back as he leaned in to kiss your head. He was still unaware of all the war that had already started inside your mind.
"Does it still hurt?"
"No."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes."
Inosuke felt the sudden shift within him, and even if he kept his mouth shut, he felt the tinge of pain in his chest. You had already warned him that you might regret this after, and he had already promised you that he would deal with it. But he was never ready to do it.
"Y/N… are you okay?"
"Yes."
"Are you regretting everything now?"
His next question stunned you to the bones. You didn't expect that to come up this early. You didn't have the power or strength to hide your emotions further; thus, you pulled yourself into a circle and buried your face in your knees.
The silence in the room didn't grow louder. Instead, it became suffocating. The phantom sensation of Zenitsu's quiet horror from the morning after your first mistake flooded back. It mixed with the heavy and honest warmth of Inosuke's hand on your back.
And yes, the contrast was a physical ache. This shouldn't have happened… Zenitsu had pulled away to hide from the mistake; you were pulling away because you realised you had turned Inosuke into one.
Inosuke was lost. He didn't know about the golden-haired boy's betrayal or the secret shame you’d been carrying. All he saw was you—shuddering, hiding, and treating his touch like a mistake, and it scared him.
"Y/N… what is happening?"
Inosuke's voice was stripped off its usual bravado. However, he didn't move his hand and kept his palm pressed to your spine, his thumb twitching with his own anxiety eating him up.
"Why are you acting like this? Are you in pain? Tell me, please… Don't shut me out…"
Don't shut me out… Those words again. It sounded so painful to you that even when you were doing your best to stop it, tears finally dropped and a sob escaped your lips.
"I... I shouldn't have..." you choked out, your voice muffled by your knees.
The guilt was nauseating, a sharp, physical weight in your chest that made every breath feel like swallowing glass. You were reacting to a ghost he couldn't see, braced for a rejection that had already ruined you once before.
In your panic, your mind scrambled for a way to protect yourself, and you found it in the most poisonous place possible. You reached for Zenitsu’s script. You reached for the very words that had made you feel subhuman, and you prepared to aim them at the only person who had ever truly looked at you.
"Last night... it was a mistake, Inosuke."
The word mistake hit the air with a biting cold. You heard him catch his breath, and it was a sharp, ragged hitch that sounded like he’d been punched. The hand that had been stroking your back, so warm and grounding, didn't just stop; it recoiled. The sudden absence of his touch felt like a physical bruise.
"I wasn't thinking," you continued, your voice gaining a frantic, brittle edge as you felt yourself becoming the very thing you hated.
You were becoming the Zenitsu of that other morning: the one who offered silence as a mercy when it was actually a slow-acting poison.
It is wicked. It is cruel.
"I was drunk... and I was just... I was sad. I didn't mean for it to go this far. I want us to just... forget it happened. Please."
Inosuke didn't say anything for a long time. The silence in the small, dim room was absolute, broken only by the hum of the heater and the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears. When you finally dared to look up, you saw him staring at the rumpled sheets, his eyes fixed on the small, crimson stain between you.
"Forget it?" he repeated. His voice was a low, hollow rasp, stripped of all its usual bravado. He looked smaller than you’d ever seen him, his broad shoulders hunched as he processed the fact that the most significant night of his life was being filed away as a drunken error.
"We should probably get ready," you hurried on, the words tumbling out in a desperate attempt to fill the void.
You were choosing to be the one who leaves. The one who hides. "If we don't leave soon, we'll might get charged bigger here," you said, but actually, your only goal was to hide yourself from the world and to hide from him.
"And... Inosuke? No one can know. About last night. We have to act like nothing changed. Okay?"
Inosuke’s jaw clenched so hard you could hear the bone grind. He looked at you then, and the expression in his emerald eyes was a mess of raw, unpolished pain and a terrifying, submissive kindness.
He wasn't Zenitsu; he wasn't looking for a way to get back to Nezuko. He was looking at you, and he was realising that he was being asked to erase himself for your sake.
"You really want that?" he asked, his voice cracking. "You want me to look at you in the halls and pretend I don't know the way you taste? You want me to act like I didn't hold you while you cried?"
"Inosuke… don't make this harder. Please. It's better this way," you whispered, though your heart was screaming that it was a lie. "It was just a one-time thing. A lapse in judgement. We were drunk, remember?"
A flash of something—anger, perhaps, or just pure, unadulterated hurt—flickered in his gaze before it was snuffed out by a dull, obedient resignation. He let out a short, dry huff that was supposed to be a laugh but sounded more like a sob.
"Fine," he said, his voice dropping into a flat, toneless rumble.
"I told you, didn't I? I told you to use me if it helped. I’m the one who said I’d deal with the rest."
He reached out, his hand hovering near your shoulder for a second—a ghost of the worshipful touch from the night before—before he changed his mind. His fingers curled into a fist, and instead, he gave you a rough, familiar shove—the kind he’d give a sparring partner. But Inosuke knows that it was a physical lie, a desperate attempt to reset the boundaries you had just demolished.
"I’m the Great Inosuke Hashibira. If you want me to be a mistake, then I’m a mistake. I don’t go back on my word."
He sat up fully, pulling his shirt over his head with jerky, violent motions. Every movement was a struggle to get back to the old Inosuke, the loud, competitive rival who didn't have a heart that could be broken.
His love was so absolute that he was literally dismantling the most vulnerable version of himself right in front of you, piece by piece, just because you had asked him to.
"Don't look like that," he muttered, catching the look of horror on your face as you watched him strip away his own dignity for your comfort.
"I can do it. I’ll be the best friend. I’ll be the loudmouth. I’ll act like I didn't see any of this."
He gestured vaguely at the bed, at the blood, at the wreckage of the night. His eyes flickered toward that crimson stain one last time, a flash of profound grief crossing his face before he shuttered it away. To him, that blood was the seal of a promise—one he was now being told to forget.
"It’s easy. See? I’m already doing it, Boss Lady."
But his hands were shaking, not with his usual restless energy, but with a fine, uncontrollable tremor as he reached for his boots. He was giving you exactly what you had asked for, providing the gentle exit you had been denied by Zenitsu.
But where Zenitsu had left to protect his own future, Inosuke was staying in the wreckage of his own heart to protect yours. He was willing to be the secret, the lapse in judgement, and the one-time thing just so you would not have to carry the weight of your own guilt.
As he bent over to lace his shoes, a hot, stinging pressure built behind his eyes. Inosuke did not cry. He fought, he screamed, and he conquered, but this was a pain he could not headbutt his way out of.
A single, heavy tear threatened to fall, and he blinked it back fiercely, his jaw aching from the force of his clench. He refused to let you see. He would not burden you with the sight of his devastation when you were already so desperate to erase him.
To him, loving you meant ensuring you never had to feel the sting of his tears on your skin.
"Come on, or do you want me to dress you up?" he tried to joke… but it failed. Despite his words, his voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel to hide the wobble in his throat.
"Just… just dress up. I'll wait for you."
He stood up, gave you gently your discarded clothes, and headed for the door without looking back. His back was a rigid, trembling line, his shoulders hunched as if he were bracing for a blow. He would not look at you because he knew if he saw the tears in your eyes, or if you saw the glassy, shattered look in his, his resolve to be just a friend would fracture completely.
"I will take you home," he muttered to the wood of the door, his hand white-knuckled on the handle. "We will be normal by the time we hit the main road. I promise."
As the door clicked shut behind him, you sat in the freezing air, the warmth of his body already a fading memory.
You had won.
You had secured your secret.
But as you stared at the place where he had just surrendered his pride, his heart, and his own right to grieve just to validate your lie, you realised that being the one who leaves is much, much lonelier than being the one who is left behind.
The walk back was a hollow, echoing trail of everything you were both refusing to say. Inosuke kept his pace steady through the morning streets, his boots hitting the pavement with a rhythmic, heavy thud that sounded like a countdown. He stayed close, his shoulder occasionally brushing yours, but every time it did, he flinched as if he had accidentally touched a live wire.
He was being so careful. He was being exactly what you had asked for.
But why do I feel… so sad?
When you finally reached the hallway of the dorms, the air was still and smelt of floor wax and old wood. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed with a low, clinical buzz that made the reality of the morning feel even sharper. You reached your door, the wood cool against your palm, but the silence between you and Inosuke was so heavy it felt as though it might crack the floorboards.
"Well," Inosuke said, his voice forced and unnaturally loud in the corridor. "We are back. Normal, right?"
He finally turned to look at you.
His eyes were bloodshot, the vibrant green clouded with a weary, fractured kind of grief that he was still trying to mask with a grin. You saw it, but decided to pretend that you didn't. You were being cruel because this is the only escape that you know.
It was a terrifyingly fragile expression. He looked like a man who had gone to war and lost, yet was trying to convince the world he had enjoyed the fight.
He had confessed to you everything, and here you are, taking advantage of that love once again. I'm so fucking… selfish.
"Yeah," you whispered, your throat so tight it felt as though it might close. "Normal. Of course. But… are you okay?"
Inosuke huffed and pinched your cheek. "I am okay, of course! Don't worry about me, Boss Lady." You turned to the handle, desperate to escape the suffocating kindness of his, but his voice stopped you.
"Hey."
He hesitated, his fingers twitching at his sides.
"Before I go... can I get a hug?"
"A… hug?"
"Yes… If it's okay… Just... as friends. I promise."
The request was a jagged blade to your heart.
It was his final surrender.
He was asking for the very thing you had used to destroy him, just one last time, under the guise of the friendship you had forced him back into.
However, you stepped closer and wrapped your arms around him. The moment your chest hit his, the facade crumbled. He did not just hug you back; he pulled you in with a desperate, crushing strength, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel the heat of his skin, the frantic beat of his heart against yours, and the way his entire frame trembled with the effort of not falling apart.
He smelt like cold morning air, but beneath that, he still smelt like the night before. You gripped the fabric of his jacket, your eyes stinging as you realised that this was the last time you would ever feel him like this.
You were holding the man who had offered you his soul, and you were using that same embrace to say goodbye to the version of him that loved you.
Inosuke let out a shaky, exhaled breath against your shoulder, a sound that was dangerously close to a sob. He held on for a second too long, a second that betrayed every lie you had told in that room, before he abruptly let go and stepped back.
"Go on," he muttered, his face turned away so you could not see his eyes. "I will see you tomorrow."
He turned and walked away down the long corridor, his head down and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. You watched his silhouette grow smaller until he turned the corner at the end of the hall, the sound of his footsteps finally fading into nothingness.
You stood there for a long time, the weight of your guilt settling into your bones.
You had won.
You had protected your secret.
You had erased him.
But this hurts so much…
Slowly, you reached for your keys to open your door, your mind a chaotic blur of Inosuke’s trembling hands. But before you could even slide the key into the lock, a door clicked open directly across from yours.
You froze.
Zenitsu was standing in his doorway.
He looked like a shell of himself. His golden hair was a mess, sticking out at odd angles, and his eyes were sunken and underlined with dark, purple shadows. He looked like a man who had not slept a single minute, haunted by the very silence he had demanded from you.
But as his gaze moved from your face to your dishevelled clothes, and then to the empty hallway where the ghost of Inosuke had just been, his expression shifted. The exhaustion in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp, burning spark of something that looked dangerously like betrayal.
"You," Zenitsu said, his voice low and vibrating with a jagged, ugly edge.
You felt the blood drain from your face.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis as all the emotions you had been suppressing—the grief for Inosuke, the longing for Zenitsu, and the exhaustion of the lie—came crashing down on you at once.
Zenitsu took a slow, deliberate step into the hallway, his jaw tight. He looked mad. Not just angry, but truly, deeply hurt in a way that made no sense given that he was the one who had discarded you.
"You were with him," Zenitsu stated, the words falling like lead. He looked at your messy hair and the way you were clutching the fabric of your dress and then back to your pale face. "You were with Inosuke. All night. I tried calling you…"
Your eyes widened in shock. So… he was the one who called me?
He stopped just a few inches from you, his breathing shallow and ragged. He looked like he was on the verge of either shouting or breaking.
"What happened, Y/N?" he demanded, his voice cracking as he leaned in closer.
"Tell me. What were you doing with him?"
The hallway felt smaller than it ever had before, trapped between the man who had just walked away with a broken heart and the man who was now demanding an explanation for a heart he had already thrown away.
Shocks! 11k+ words! I didn't plan this to be this long but here we are. Apologies if I keep on hurting my Inosuke. Please do know that I love him and I would choose him in a heartbeat XD But yeah, I am not Y/N in the story sooooo... yeah. Hope you still liked this chapter though even if it took me so long to write!
