When Inumaki Toge first found out that you were a Jujutsu sorcerer, he was curious about your innate technique. However, he was even more speechless to learn that you didn't really have anything flashy. Somewhat like Maki, you were classified as a Grade 3 sorcerer. But if there was one particular thing that stood out about you, it was your unique passive ability:
Immunity to Cursed Speech.
You weren't deaf; your ears worked perfectly fine. There simply existed an invisible barrier around you that repelled any Cursed Speech sent your way—with the exception of commands from higher-grade sorcerers or catastrophic threats like the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna.
Hence, it made perfect sense when Gojo-sensei partnered the two of you up, relieving Panda of the heavy lifting that came with being Toge's full-time translator.
You two got along well. He was extremely grateful for your ability, regardless of the grade level you were "stuck" at. As someone who could never form normal bonds with people due to the very technique he was cursed with, you were an unexpected gift. You felt like a compensation for all the loneliness he had endured up until now.
That was the main reason he was so fiercely protective of you. No one dared to make snarky comments about your sorcerer grade—at least not within his presence, lest they wanted to test his creativity in using his Cursed Speech that day.
At first, communication was a bit of a hurdle. He was so used to speaking exclusively in rice ball ingredients that it took some adjusting, but with some assistance from the ever-helpful Yuji and Panda, you managed to pick up his vocabulary in no time.
It took some time, but eventually, he began talking to you. It wasn't much; the weight of his past still pushed him to play it safe. Plus, he was just so used to not talking in the first place.
You, on the other hand, were always glad when he did. You looked up to him as someone incredibly talented—a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer who found a way to put his dangerous ability to good use, bearing that heavy burden with the pride of a true Jujutsu sorcerer. He was definitely someone admirable.
The problem was, your feelings toward him weren't just admiration. To say you were obsessed with his voice would be an understatement. You held on tightly to his every word, rice ball ingredient or not. And on the rare occasions that he spoke normally—albeit briefly, whenever you two were completely alone—it sent a sudden warmth pooling deep in your stomach.
Sometimes, you would even record those rare moments just to play them late at night in the quiet privacy of your bedroom. You'd touch yourself to the vivid imagination of his face, the soft sound of his voice playing over your phone speaker. You imagined it was really him, speaking softly into your ear from behind while his hands parted your thighs, finding you soaking wet and aching for the intrusion of his fingers.
And then the next day, you would meet up at school and act completely normal. You'd greet him with a cheerful "Good morning!" just like you did with the other seniors. He would reply with a quiet nod, or a simple "Sake" if he was in a good mood—completely unaware of the desperate deeds you committed at night.
On the other hand, Inumaki was at odds with himself. As much as he was grateful for the fact that you were immune to Cursed Speech, a part of him was beginning to resent it. It was the part of him that wanted to hold your hand while you two walked. The part that wanted to tuck your hair behind your ear when it fell loose. The part that wanted to buy snacks just for you, without the premise of getting them for everyone else—despite the fact that he had long since noted the ones you always went for. He would routinely get them for you, personally separating them from the general bags just to hand them over, silently grateful for the high collar of his uniform that hid his blush whenever your hand brushed against his.
Then, there was the somewhat twisted part of him that wanted to use his command to tell you to kiss him, just to watch you do it. Yet, he still had no intention of actually forcing a kiss on you if you didn't willingly want it yourself. The sheer thought of stripping away your autonomy—and bypassing your unique immunity—was exactly what stopped him.
That was the dynamic of your relationship, right up until the day you confessed your feelings after a successful mission. With a tentative pace, he lowered his collar to answer softly, completely avoiding your gaze:
"Me too... I... like you too."
The moment made both of you so incredibly happy, yet so beautifully awkward. You just stood there, heads cast to the side and grinning like idiots while your hearts raced from the mutual confession.
And so, you started dating. It was pure bliss, although it was a bliss you two kept as a mutual secret from everyone else. Save for Panda and Nobara, of course—they could tell immediately. They picked up on the subtle signs: both of you staring at your phones and smiling while the group was gathered, the lingering looks whenever one of you left the room, and the quiet, private glances sent each other's way.
You also learned quite a lot of new things now that Inumaki was your boyfriend. Particularly endearing was his jealous side—something he expressed by sounding noticeably more salty with his rice ball ingredients whenever replying to anyone you were physically close with in his presence. He also had a surprisingly sharp sense of smell. The longer you hung out with someone else, the quicker he’d pick up their scent when you returned to him. His typical response would be to sulk in silence until you apologized, or to send an angry, pouting emoji over text and then refuse to open the app for hours just to avoid seeing your reply.
It was during one of those exact bouts of jealousy that the trouble started. You had hung out with Yuji and Megumi for a straightforward mission that you cleared quickly. With time to spare, the three of you decided to just hang out normally—getting drinks, grabbing some snacks, and visiting the arcade together.
When you returned to school and met up with Inumaki, however, he could immediately tell, and thus the avoidance began. He would only interact with you when absolutely necessary. No texts were sent, and his verbal vocabulary retreated strictly back to basic rice ball ingredients.
It had been going on for about four days now; he certainly knew how to hold a grudge. Realizing this, you finally decided to make peace with him. After the day's work was finished, you headed straight over to his dorm.
He let you in after you knocked, and you followed him inside, locking the door securely behind you with a plastic bag filled with canned drinks in hand.
"I'm spending the night here," you announced calmly, receiving only a simple, clipped response.
"Sure."
You smiled at his back as he walked over to open the refrigerator, reaching in to get a bottle of water.
"I brought some drinks, too. Care to join me?"
"I don't know. You could just get Yuji and Megumi to join you instead, since you like hanging out with them so much," he answered back, closing the refrigerator door.
He was being sour. With anyone else, making a statement like that would risk having them do exactly that—leaving to go drink with Yuji and Megumi instead. But not with you. That was both his greatest grace and his biggest annoyance.
Sometimes, he wished he could just hug you tightly, wrapping his hands around your waist and using his Cursed Speech on you:
"Don't hang out with any other man except me."
"Don't smile so much at other people."
"Don't look too much at other men."
"Don't smell like other men."
"Don't leave me anxious. Don't leave me hanging."
"Love me more, and only me."
"Always stay by my side, no matter what."
Was he being ridiculous? Probably, and you likely wouldn't be the biggest fan of that kind of behavior, either. That was exactly why he had to hide that side of himself. You only deserved to see the perfect sides of him—the sides you admired. He couldn't just show off how much resentment he secretly felt toward his juniors sometimes.
He froze up when your arms wrapped around him from behind.
"Hmmm," you hummed against his back. "Are you still jealous?"
He let out a light scoff, his right hand lowering toward yours to pry it off him. You didn't get to touch him that easily when he had been actively avoiding physical contact with you for four days. Although he was utterly touch-starved, he wouldn't dare admit it.
He hadn't even jerked off to the scent of you on the hoodie you wore last. That was just how pissed off he was.
"No."
He lied through his teeth. If only his cursed technique worked on himself as well.
"Liar." You pressed your forehead firmly into his back as you continued, "The goodnight text you sent me last night had zero emojis in it."
You provided the evidence. Right, because even if he was irritated, he would never skip sending you a goodnight text. He just left out the heart emojis whenever he was in a bad mood.
"I was just tired," he defended himself. His hand was now resting over yours, no longer pulling it away like he had initially intended to.
"Hmm... Is that so? Then... let me help you feel better."
You murmured, lifting your head and stretching upward to place soft kisses along the back of his neck.
"Y/N," he whispered the moment he felt your lips against his skin. His head naturally angled to the side, while his hand firmly gripped your wrist where it was resting against his stomach.
If you really thought some cheap kisses would have gotten you off the hook, then you should think again. You two had both been so busy lately that you never found the time to go on a proper date—but you certainly found time to hang out with the guys.
The reminder made him press his lips together, his purple eyes narrowing deeply at the fridge.
But before he could say anything, your left hand slipped underneath his shirt, sliding upward to caress his abs.
His breathing deepened. His left hand reflexively shot up to his neck in an attempt to adjust the zipper at the collar of his specially altered uniform, only to realize he was just in his normal clothes. He had nothing to hide his face from view.
So touch-starved, all he wanted to do was melt into your touch and let you make up for the four days of the semi-cold shoulder. But no, of course not. He might be kind-hearted and easygoing, but he wasn't so easily swayed—
A sharp breath left his throat when he felt your hand move to his pants instead.
With no idea when your hand had abandoned hugging him and slipped out of his grasp, he was too late to stop you from loosening the drawstrings of his sweatpants.
Is he too late to stop you, or does he just have no desire to stop you?
He couldn't tell; he could only lower his head to watch you tug the waistband of his pants down to let his half-hard cock out.
So much for not being easy.
He let out a light hiss as you took him into your palm, your lean fingers wrapping around his length while you pressed a kiss underneath his ear from behind.
"y/n."
He called your name again, softer this time. His tone was breathy as more blood traveled down to his cock, which was now pulsing lightly to a full erection under your familiar touch.
"Yeah? Toge," you purred innocently from behind with a hidden smile as you felt him get rock hard in your hand, his cock rising to its full length and swelling to fill your fingers with his girth.
"Feeling better? Well, good for you. I was given the cold shoulder for four full days. Completely ignored. Do you have any idea how much I missed my boyfriend?"
'That's not fair at all,' Inumaki thought silently to himself as you stroked up and down his shaft in slow, steady movements.
Although he was angry with you, he certainly hadn't ignored you. He never could. He had still walked slow enough to match your pace whenever you were with him, bought your favorite snacks while grabbing food for the rest of the team, left your scarf on your table so you wouldn't catch a cold, and even still sent you goodnight and good morning texts—even if they had no emojis attached.
So what the hell were you talking about?
On the other hand, you were a little bit salty yourself. So what if you had hung out with the guys? Still... how could he deprive you of himself—of his voice, his quiet acts of service, and his comforting presence?
Although you knew you were exaggerating, he wasn’t the only one pouting. You missed him. A... lot. So, it was time to take back what you had missed out on.
"Y/N, Y/n... Haa... Stop," he breathed between growing pants.
"No," you answered, fully flaunting your Cursed Speech immunity right to his face.
"Haa... You... Hic—"
His words were cut off when you tightened your grip around him, causing his hips to buck forward. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he bit his lower lip. He had almost came just now. He could still feel the tight, pulsing ache stirring between his legs.
A sly smile adorned your lips against his back. Your boyfriend, Inumaki Toge, had always had a thing for intensity—a little bit of pain, too—and you knew how to use that to your advantage all too well.
Giving him handjobs was easily one of your favorite things to do. It certainly helped that you got to hear the soft, pretty moans of delight that turned you on so intensely. You ignored the deep throb between your own legs, the wet patch in your panties gradually getting more and more soaked.
You wanted his tongue already. It was another thing about him that you were completely obsessed with—particularly the "Snake Eyes and Fangs" clan seal tattooed onto it.
The sight of it whenever you tugged his tongue out always sent a sharp thrill down your spine and a spark into your eyes. If only you two weren’t on such a rocky path right now; you should be sharing some drinks, later heading to the bed where he’d use that cursed tongue of his to eat you out until your legs went limp like they always did, all while you jerked him off in return.
That tongue of his really was a blessing and a curse, with how much it drove you insane.
But no... he just had to be so difficult. Holding a grudge, taking this long to get over his petty jealousy, and spending his days pouting in silence while you missed everything about him. It was just unforgivable.
"Y/N—y/n—Ah... Hic— Wait... Wait, please."
Why?! Why weren't you listening to him? Why didn't his Cursed Speech work on you like it should?
'What an annoying exception.'
He raised his right hand to clamp it firmly over his mouth while his left hand rested against the refrigerator, holding himself up as the intense pleasure shook his entire body.
He hung his head further down, his violet eyes rolling back before he shut them tight. He desperately refrained from thrusting his hips to rut into your precious hand and force himself to cum—and the things you were murmuring from behind him really weren't helping.
"I like you, Toge. I really like you. So much."
"I—Hic—Ah! Ngh... I really like you too, y/n," he muffled against the palm of his hand.
"I know, and I'm sorry. So forgive me, okay? You'll forgive me, right... Right, Toge?"
Were you saying something? He couldn't tell. It was all much too overwhelming—your scent, your presence, your warmth, all belonging to him right now, at this exact moment, after what felt like a whole month of deprivation.
The sounds of your intimate movements between his legs, the touch of your hands... your soft palm slid up and down his shaft, gently squeezing here and there while he throbbed in response. He anticipated the feeling of your fingers at his tip, smearing and gathering the fresh beads of precum forming between your strokes.
'I want to cum. I want her to make me cum so bad. I can't take it anymore.'
Without warning, he brought his right hand down and held it over yours. The sheer size of his hand covered your own completely, veins visible as he gripped you—not to stop your movements, but rather to establish more physical contact as he went along with your pace.
Or, at least, that was what he planned. Instead, you kept going slower and slower, agonizingly slow. Under normal circumstances, he liked it and welcomed the tease, but right now... right now, he just needed to cum. He needed to relieve himself of the heavy emotions he'd been suppressing, and then take you to his bedroom where he'd eat you out until you were a sobbing mess—completely obsessed with him, just as much as he was with you.
His violet eyes slowly snapped into focus on his cock, his mouth breathing heavily as he guided your hand over his wet, rigid length.
"I... I like you too... So much. So... Mphm!—Haa... Y/n... don't make me feel... feel—Ha!... jealous all the time. I don't... like it, and... I'm..."
He bit his trembling lip, increasing his pace as he felt his climax building up.
"I'm sorry for getting jealous, too. So don't drink with... with anyone else. Just drink with me, and—Ngh!—Ahh!... Let's go on a date to the ar-arcade, just the two of us next time—Hnghn!"
He managed to relay his thoughts as his eyes started shifting out of focus, completely unaware of the profound effect he was having on you.
You pressed your forehead against his back. Heat flooded your face, your thighs pressed tightly together with your underwear completely soaked, while your heart beat wildly against your ribs in a heavy mix of arousal, excitement, and joy.
'What a gentleman. How can he be so cute and so hot at the same time?!!!'
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out at first—not loud enough against the wet sounds and heavy breathing in front of you.
"O-Okay... Toge," you responded, well aware of how much he loved it when you used his first name with him whenever you two were alone.
Satisfied, you decided it was time to help him cum. Midway under the slipping, tight grip of his hand above yours, you stopped at the base of his length, squeezing tightly—just how he liked it.
"Fu-fuck!!!"
He moaned, his head jerking back and his eyes rolling as his hips jerked forward. Ropes of hot, thick white fluid shot out of his cock, leaving him shaking slightly as the intense wave of pleasure washed over him.
When his eyes and head finally came back down and his chest settled into heavy heaving, the mess of his release dripping down the refrigerator was what greeted him. He made a mental note to properly wipe and disinfect that spot later, but for now...
With a step to the side, he left your arms and reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off to reveal the well-toned muscles usually hidden underneath his sorcerer’s uniform.
You watched him bend down to use his discarded shirt to wipe his release off the outside surface of the fridge, dropping the stained fabric to the ground before standing back up to face you. His cock was now tucked safely back into his sweatpants.
He took a step forward to hold your face gently in his hands before bringing his lips down to yours for a deep kiss.
You readily welcomed him, letting his tongue fully explore the familiar warmth of your mouth. You felt a brief pang of dismay when he pulled back, breaking the contact, but the feeling was quickly wiped away when you looked up to see him darting his tongue out of his mouth—the clan seal imprinted on it as clearly as ever.
Your soaking clit twitched in anticipatory delight.
"Want me to eat you out? Or wanna share the drinks you brought?"
'Drinks? What drinks?'
Who cared about drinks right now when your boyfriend was offering you the special-grade service of his tongue?
"Mhmn."
You murmured in response, nodding your head as you closed the gap to wrap your arms around his neck and capture his tongue with yours.
He smiled against the kiss, taking that as your definitive answer before suddenly grabbing your waist and lifting you right off the floor. Naturally, you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him hold you up while you continued the deep kiss.
You felt him start walking. You were completely at ease, only tightening your arms around his shoulders for support, having done this multiple times before.
The walk was shorter than usual.
You stared up at him in surprise as he laid you down on the couch instead and leaned over you, his eyes glazed with lustful hunger. One of his hands left your waist to slide slowly underneath your skirt.
"The bedroom is too far away. I want to eat you out..."
You felt his fingers tug against the waistband of your panties. They were your favorite pair—and the exact color of his hair, platinum blonde.
Without warning, his fingers slid down the front of the waistband, parting your folds to coat his index and middle fingers in your juices. He watched you gasp lightly underneath him at the sudden contact.
With your eyes locked together, he brought his fingers back up to his mouth, tucking his tongue between them to give them a slow, good lick. A teasing taste of what was to come.
"...Right now,"
he completed, watching you gulp dryly, your eyes wide and pupils blown out to mirror his own—already hungry for more.
# I feel Inumaki doesn't curse much, but it slips out when he's consumed by pleasure while getting intimate.
# He might be a semi grade 1 sorcerer, but that tongue is definitely a special grade artifact.
# I don't see a lot of inumaki fics so i had to write this🥹🤞
Yuji invited you over to his house to hang out, something you often did since you lived so close together.
It started raining as it got dark, and you decided to stay since he asked.
"You can stay here and sleep, you know."
And so you did. You weren't in a hurry to go home; you were cozy, snuggled up to your nose in Yuji's blankets. You were enveloped in his scent, his bed, and his presence beside you.
When you both got hungry, Yuji had nothing to offer you except to go to the store to buy some ramen and drinks—yours was always apple. You agreed and put on one of his sweaters, and he bundled up too.
The rain didn't stop, and you both returned home soaked, not to mention that Yuji tripped and pulled you down with him, leaving your backsides and asses completely drenched.
You both laughed. You got home and took separate showers. Yuji lent you his clothes, the smallest ones. He helped you dry your hair, and when you went back to bed after eating, everything felt incredibly intimate.
Why did you want to hug him? Why did your chest feel so full? Something that always happened when you were with him. Something that always happened to him when he was with you.
"My hair smells just like yours," you said, standing face to face with him, the blanket pulled up to your nose again.
"Why genius?" You laughed, but in the few seconds of silence, you could hear the rain falling, tapping against the window next to Yuji's bed. You saw him very little, just a warm desk lamp on. You gave it to him for his birthday.
"Because some idiot fell in a puddle, dragged me with him, and I had to shower for the second time today."
"Oh, what a silly boy. But that boy bought you your favorite chocolates to make it up to him, or so I heard." And you're still smiling under the covers, it shows in your eyes.
"Really?"
"Really." He affirms, dragging his hand to the nightstand and then handing you a box of your favorite chocolates.
"Forgiven." You put the chocolates down beside you and hug him, a long hug that he returns, as if it were just some kind of excuse, as if you were going to fall asleep like this.
A horrible clap of thunder echoes and you jump slightly, so Yuji pulls away and laughs at you.
"Don't laugh! You scared me, I swear I felt it on my back. Did you see how it flashed?"
"Yes, I saw it. We can switch places if you want." But his hand hasn't completely left you; it's still on your waist, his fingers tracing random patterns on his shirt.
"I like the side with the wall."
"I know." And silence returns, and you snuggle closer to him. Thunder rumbles occasionally, but it's quieter now.
"Did you know there are ghosts in my house?" Yuji asks, his tone serious. You don't answer.
"Oh, really?" He nods.
"Especially on rainy days. It appears upstairs and—" He doesn't finish explaining when thunder crashes, making you let out a scream—not very loud, but it scares him too.
Then you both laugh, and you playfully punch him in the side.
"You're such a dork, I hate you." You pull the blanket over yourself completely, and he follows suit, hiding underneath it as well.
"I didn't do anything."
"It's not funny."
"Then don't laugh."
"Just go to sleep." You order, moving closer to him. You bury your face in his neck, your nose brushing against his jaw, caressing it.
Yuji puts his arms around you, one around your waist and the other stroking your hair. Your heart pounds, and you hear his doing the same.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, inhaling his scent, your lips slightly parted, so close to touching his skin.
"I love you." It takes your breath away. You lift your head as if you're going to look at him, though you can't, since you're in the dark under the covers. You know he sees you too; you feel each other's breath on your faces.
"Yeah, me too."
It's not a declaration. You love each other because you're best friends. You've said it like three times in all these years, and even though each time you feel your breath catch in your throat, this time it feels different.
You could joke around, you could hit him, you could do something. But you don't. You don't break the moment. You just feel his forehead slowly fall against yours, his nose brushing against yours, and you're breathing very fast, your heart is pounding, your stomach feels butterflies fluttering inside.
Then it happens. You kiss him. You just press your lips to his. You don't move, he doesn't move, but your lips are together.
After a few seconds, his hand cups your cheek and he tilts his head. He kisses you, he kisses you deeply, truly. First a closed-lip kiss, pressing his lips against yours, then he moves them, opens his lips slightly, and captures yours again, and you follow after two similar movements.
You breathe through your nose and match his rhythm. You're kissing him, kissing him as if it were the last thing you'd ever do. He's in the same boat.
His hands move, gripping your hips, your waist, caressing up your sides, crumpling the fabric between his fingers.
Your hands roam over his shoulders, his neck, his hair, and when you apply just the right pressure with your fingers, tugging at his hair, he gasps, approving.
Your tongue slips into his mouth, and when it meets his, before your lips meet again, you gasp too, repeating the motion over and over. Sometimes slowly, sometimes mess, but it always feels good.
One of his hands unexpectedly finds your ass, squeezing it through the boxers he lent you to wear as shorts. You don't mind; on the contrary, you want it.
Your leg moves up to his hip, and before you know it, you're sitting on top of him, both legs straddling his hips, pressing against each other.
You breathe for a few moments away from each other's lips when you make that move, but then you kiss again, more passionately, desperate for contact.
You'd never felt this way with anyone else, but the way you felt the knot in your stomach, the heat in your chest, in your cheeks, was pretty good.
He starts caressing your ass again, both hands pressing you against him, and when you move you gasp, you feel him, hard against you. He just squeezes your ass tighter between his fingers, as if inviting you to do it again.
You do, you move against him, the thin fabric of his boxers getting wet because of you, since you're not wearing underwear underneath for obvious reasons.
Your mouth is slightly open when he leaves your lips and his kisses move to your cheek and then to your neck, sucking, finding spots that make you shudder and press yourself even tighter against him.
You keep moving, harder, pulling his hair, panting, feeling hot all over. He sighs each time you apply the right pressure, finding your hips with his, guiding your movements with his hands on your ass.
Then the first moan escapes your lips and he feels his cock move inside his pants.
“Yuji…” His name in a whisper.
“Fuck.” He murmurs, turning you over on the mattress. He pulls off his pants and spreads your legs, positioning himself between them.
He takes off your shirt. You’re not even under the covers anymore; he just tosses it aside and thinks he gets even harder when your breasts are revealed.
His cock hurt, and he only moves closer to you like a dog in heat. He captures your lips with his again, and his hands navigate to squeeze your breasts. So soft. Pinching your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You moan against his lips.
His kisses trail down to your breasts, taking them into his mouth, gently biting them. His tongue sends shivers through you, a pleasurable sensation that makes you arch toward him, opening your legs wider with the desire to be touched.
You didn't know you could feel all this. You were a virgin, but if you were going to do it with someone, it had to be him, Yuji, always him.
His hand slides down your abdomen, teasing the top of your boxers. He kisses your neck again, his mouth reaching your ear, whispering.
"Please." You know it, and you want it more than anything. You simply nod, finding his hand in yours, guiding it beneath your underwear.
He touches you, your lips wet, searching for the spots you love. Your hand still covers his, just a little; it's smaller.
Then he touches your clit. He knows you like it from the way you gasp, the way your breath catches in your throat. He moves his fingers there, rubs you, kisses you all over.
Then he unexpectedly slips a finger inside and curls it upward, as if he knows exactly what to do. You let out a sound; it drives him wild knowing you're for him.
He moves it, listens to your soft moans. Then he slips another finger inside and finds the right spots. You hold him close, arching your hips against his fingers.
"I love you," you say again, turning him on, fuck, every time. Then his fingers find the right place.
You let out a high moan, squeezing his shoulders in your hands. He knows. He moves his fingers again and again.
"Yuu, I'm going to..." He knows, he doesn't stop.
You drop your head onto the pillow, letting out all those sounds, arching your back off the mattress. Feeling the knot in your stomach loosen.
You come. You cum on his fingers, soaking his boxers, soaking his hand.
He pulls them out, licks them, and grips your waist in his hands before moving between your legs and rubbing against you.
He makes you moan, overstimulates you, and grunts too. He doesn't have a rhythm; he just rubs his cock against your clothed, wet pussy.
He buries his face in your neck when he comes and groans, and it's genuinely the most incredible sound you've ever heard from him.
You recover for a few minutes, then he collapses next to you, hugging you.
"Sorry." You shake your head.
"That was amazing." You hug him, kissing his head.
"Really? I don't have much experience, sorry if I did it wrong—"
"Yuji, you were amazing. I don't have any experience either, zero, but that felt good." You reassure him, your voice low and sweet, just for him.
"Ahh, I love you." He buries his face to your neck and leaves a kiss there. You smile, you really smile.
a/n: a 2k word kofi reward featuring megalodon shark!hybrid smut.
You hadn’t been planning on going on a cruise, but when you won a ticket through a raffle, you didn’t want to give up your chance for some real rest and relaxation.
Work had been beyond stressful lately, and you were ready to sit by the pool and sip cocktails until you were plastered.
Unfortunately, things don’t always seem to go the way you envision them to.
The first two days were amazing, filled with great food and some fun under the sun. You felt rejuvenated, and for a while you really thought that you’d be able to go back to work as a whole new person.
But on the third night you were walking back from the bar and decided to lean over the railing, the salty wind blowing through your hair. It was nice, you were happy.
That was until you saw it.
Something shifted under the dark, choppy waves, the hint of something dark and gray beginning to emerge. At first you just assumed it was just your imagination. After all, you have been told that people start to hallucinate when they stare into the dark for too long.
But when the thing rose higher, causing the ship to rock slightly… that’s when you realized whatever it was, it was completely real.
Everything happened so fast. A voice came onto the intercom, saying something you couldn’t comprehend. You were too focused on the giant creature appearing before you, dark eyes landing on your form.
It was looking at you.
Terror shook your very being, causing you to nearly vomit in fear. Your hands gripped the railing tightly, your eyes wide and tears forming in the corners.
It was too dark to make out its form exactly, but you could see the glint of large, sharp teeth and that was enough to have your soul attempting to leave your body.
With a loud creak, it leaned against the ship, sending you flying off the side and into the dark depths below.
You woke up feeling rather… warm. Sunlight beamed down onto your skin, something cold lapping at your feet waking you.
Certainly that had been a bad dream and you were at home with your pet licking your feet to get you up and ready to make their breakfast…
But when you opened your eyes, you were reminded of reality.
The dark figure from the night before was hovering over you, the waves it created from rising out of the water lapping at your feet. The night before you hadn’t been able to make out its appearance, but now everything was horribly clear.
Before you was some sort of human and shark hybrid. Its eyes were beady, staring down at you like a predator glares at its prey. Scars covered its soft looking torso and muscular arms, his lower body resembling a shark’s tail.
But the feature that scared you the most, the one that had you crying in fear the night before was his set of razor sharp teeth, nearly the size of your arm.
You flinched when he lowered his head to sniff you, unable to even move. Was this it? You were going to be eaten by some strange, undiscovered beast before you had ever gotten the chance to truly live your life the way you wanted…
Years of working for a company you hated flashed through your mind, tears forming in your eyes. Only this time it was tears of fear, but of frustration. All that time wasted on making money to get by, but never truly making enough to live.
Preparing for the worst, you squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head. Your only hope was that it would be kind enough to kill you before tearing into your flesh…
Though, after waiting several moments, the only thing you felt was the creature’s soft breaths fanning over your body as it continued to sniff you. Its arms laid on either side of you… and it made some strange growling sound.
Soon, you opened your eyes when a wet sensation on your lower belly caused you to yelp. Oh god, it was eating you!
“N-no, don’t-“
But your cries of fear changed into a moan when he began licking further down.
No, he didn’t want to eat you… he wanted to eat you out.
His massive tongue made easy work of your clit, the very top of it pushing into your cunt and making you cum quickly.
After a while of this, he stared down at you, tilting his head before sinking back into the water. You were left feeling… confused.
While he was gone, you explored your surroundings. You were stuck on a small island, with only a few fruit trees and some birds as company.
You knew that some fruit wouldn’t keep you fed for long, but at least the shade provided some reprieve from the burning sun. If it hadn’t been for that, you would have shriveled up in the heat like a raisin.
The creature/shark guy returned as the moon began to rise over the sky. In his jaws he carried a wooden chest. He dropped it at your feet, nudging it closer to you through the sand.
“What’s this?” you asked, kneeling down to open it up. The chest held various meats and fish, enough to feed you for a while. “Oh… thank you.”
Your gratitude made him perk up, his tail wagging furiously and flinging sand everywhere. He lowered his head, nudging you gently before settling down in the water to watch you cook. It seemed he took great pride in the fact he provided a good meal for you.
As you ate your cooked meat, he slowly reached out his webbed hand, lightly rubbing at your chubby belly. You were too cute, all soft and fat, he wanted to keep you that way. It would ensure you’d produce healthy shark pups, and the very thought of your belly swollen and round during your pregnancy had his hard cock slipping out of his slit.
It was pure instinct. You were plump and well fed, meaning breeding you was the best course of action. He hadn’t found a female megalodon hybrid all mating season, and part of him wondered if he was the last of his kind.
“Soft…”
You were surprised when he spoke, his voice gravely and deep. It could almost shake the ground, and as he pulled you onto his own soft belly, you realized he was… aroused.
His cock was as thick as your arm, and nearly double the size. It would fit with some work… but just barely.
You didn’t know this though, your eyes wide with shock as he pushed the head against your cunt. “H-hey, that’s way too big! It’s not gonna-“
He paused, his black eyes glimmered. “Forgot. Need to get wet.”
He spread your legs apart, keeping them open as his thumb nudged at your clit. His hands were so big, his pinky was enough to stretch you out.
As he pumped his pinky in and out of you, slick started to pool between your legs. It felt so embarrassingly good, you struggled to keep yourself from cumming immediately.
When he considered you stretched out enough, he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, nudging the hole before pushing in.
Nothing, not anything could have prepared you for the painful stretch as he bottomed out inside of you. Your legs were pushed as far as they could go, and you cried out in pain.
“G-gonna break me,” you babbled, watching your tummy bulge. “It’s t-too big..!”
But he seemed to lost in his own pleasure to hear you, fucking into your tight hole as you whined and squirmed. After a moment though, the pain shifted into a blinding pleasure.
Being stretched out so perfectly felt too good. He groaned into your ear, bouncing you up and down on his cock, using you like a fleshlight.
When his cum spurted into you, the thick, white ropes felt so warm it almost burned. You were filled up completely, gushing his cum even as he pulled out.
He was obsessed with how soft and squishy you were, especially after you had been filled with cum. The megalodon hybrid curled up in the shallows with you, letting you rest on his belly as he kissed your chubby cheeks.
Days turned into weeks, and after two months went by, your belly started to swell. Oh how he doted over you once it was clear you were pregnant.
“Eat, eat,” he’d coo, offering you yet another fish. “Baby needs it.”
Your tits swelled with milk after a bit, and he was fascinated by how sensitive they became. When he buried his cock inside of you at night, he’d take one of your nipples into his mouth and suckle a bit, teasing you… but not maliciously. No, he wanted to spoil and pamper his precious mate.
When you grew closer to your due date, your lover became clingy, never leaving your side for long.
You gave birth to a single, adorable shark pup… and he was excited to put another one in you as soon as possible.
About two years passed, and you had grown used to living on that little island. In the morning you collected fruit, watered your various plants that had been collected by the megalodon hybrid, then you would walk to the shoreline and wait.
“Mama!”
One of your little ones toddled out of the waves, his little legs struggling through the sand before he reached you. He hugged your legs, letting out a little purr as you ruffled his hair.
“H-hey, no fair! Mama, me too!”
Your oldest called for you from the water. He had a tail like his father, and couldn’t leave the ocean. “Shh, shh, I’m coming, baby. You know I wouldn’t leave you out.”
You waddled into the waves, being careful due to your pregnancy. Your other son joined you in the water, both cooing over your belly.
“Mama, when will the baby come?”
“Mmm… it’ll be at least a month or so.”
The younger one splashed his brother, causing them to dip under the waves and play. You laughed, spotting a dark shape coming from the deep.
Your lover emerged from the ocean, your two sons giggling and climbing up his back then jumping back into the water. He was a very patient father, letting them use him as a jungle gym as much as they wanted.
“Eat.”
He dropped another catch onto the shore, his eyes soft as he admired the extra weight you had put on over the last few years. His fingers traced your stretch marks, a smile on his lips.
“Again? I’m still full from lunch.”
But he was persistent, nudging you towards your fire pit so you’d cook. “Okay, okay, I’m going.”
Your youngest toddled around the beach, playing with shells and blowing raspberries at his older brother as he sat in your lap by the fire. The two were always bickering, but you made sure to spend equal time with them.
As the sun set, the kiddos drifted off to sleep on a nearby reef as you and your lover kissed. “Mmm… getting big.”
You yawned, cockwarming him as he toyed with your sensitive nipples. He quite enjoyed how much softer you were now, even more so than when he first met you.
It felt nice, having him guide your hips over him, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. Being stuffed full of his cum had become addicting, and you needed to be bred almost every night to be satisfied.
You were sure that you’d continue having his shark pups well into the future. After all, he took very good care of you, always bringing gifts and yummy foods to keep you from losing that softness he loved so much.
In the morning, you’d start the day over. Although sometimes you missed the life you lived before all of this, you were content being bred and kept as his sweet little mate on that peaceful island.
Tags/content: smut, cunnilingus, a little goofy, Inumaki uses his cursed speech for the first time in front of you, mutual embarrassment, slight fluff, Toge is an eater fr, aged up/college au, not proofread
wc: apprx 800
Toge was everything you could have ever hoped for. He’s cute, strong, and knows how to kick ass. Plus, he never talks, so you never had to worry about him saying any stupid shit! How perfect was that?
You and Toge have been talking for a month or so now. Well – you’ve been talking to him, and he listens, because he’d rather not say anything at all then accidentally curse you. You didn’t mind it too much, and you honestly just thought the guy was mute. You never heard him talk, and nobody thought to mention it to you, until you found out the hard way.
You and Toge had just gotten home from a date at your favorite small soba shop a few blocks from your apartment, and put on a movie in your living room. But halfway in neither of you could help but give in to the tension that had been rapidly growing ever since you met up at the soba shop. Your mouth was on his in a matter of minutes, hands pushing his shirt up to feel his chest, and he obliges, letting you take it all the way off of him as you shift on top of his lap, leg slinging over his thighs to straddle him. He was already hard, painfully so. He ruts up into you as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, moans vibrating against his mouth. The tip of your tongue prodding past his lips to feel the ticklish sensation of him swiping his tongue across your teeth, feeling the bumps and ridges.
One thing led to another and his hands were hooked under your thighs. He hoisted you up and shifted, your head draped over the arm rest of the couch, sucking in your breath as he works at your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles, his breath fanning over your soaked panties that stick to your folds, accentuating the lips that are actively dripping just from his breath alone. You could feel him smiling against the dampness of your panties, eager. He pulled them to the side, licking a stripe up your slit, lips closing around your clit, sucking softly on it as you writhed beneath him, hips bucking up as his tongue found its way to your eager hole, clenching around nothing. He was sloppily making out with your cunt, nose bumping against your clit every time he nuzzled his face in deeper, earning more eager, and louder wanton moans from your soft lips. Your fingers find purchase in his hair, tugging, not too harsh but keeping a firm grip on him.
He groans into your pussy, hips rutting into the couch cushions.
“Fuck-” You moan, tilting your head to look down at him. “You’re so good at this Toge…” you say breathlessly, his eyes looking up to meet yours as he pulls back with a lewd smooching sound.
“Salmon.”
Whatever eagerness has completely vanished as you freeze up, face paling as you squeak out a sound of embarrassment.
“Wh- what??” You scramble to sit up, thighs clenching shut, your face burning bright red. He seems to realize this mistake because he fumbles for his phone on the coffee table. His face is now also bright red as he frantically types on the screen. He points his phone towards you, the words reading,
“I’m sorry, I should have mentioned earlier I’m unable to speak like the average person. I have a set of ‘safe words’ I use to protect people from my cursed speech. I meant to say you taste good.”
He isn't making eye contact. He’s embarrassed with himself. You let out a heavy sigh. You’re just glad he wasn’t insulting you. But that was a whole lot to take in. And would also take a while to get used to. You watch as he writes something else down on his phone and turns it back to you.
“I promise I’ll teach you about it another time. Am I still allowed to eat you out? Or do you not want to continue?”
You swallow hard, looking into his pleading eyes. Those big stupid violet irises that melt your heart. You really can’t help but still feel that pull towards him, that feeling of heat pooling in your groin. You hesitantly spread your thighs open, looking down at your still glistening cunt. He practically drops his phone as his fingers seem to just give out, flying to the plush flesh to keep them open while he still has the chance. He murmurs a soft “thankyou” into the crease of where your groin meets your thigh before kissing your clit, resuming his previous ministrations on your pussy with eager licks and open mouth kisses.
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