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inumaki toge x fem!reader | w.c 1.6k

a/n: it was 1 am, my eyes opened, my brain said: inumakis curse mark is hotter than the rest of his tongue, i tossed “toge cunnilingus hot curse mark” in the drafts and didn’t look at it for days,,, then i came back and spewed this out,,,, amen,, thanku to @pomsuki for givin this a lil lookie ily <3 also pls this is just a tinie lil somethin to help satisfy the absolute brain rot <33

dedicated to @bakatenshii …sorry + thanks for always putting up w me

characters are 18+ minors dni

warnings: oral fem!receiving, cuss words, slight dubcon, aka inumaki uses his cursed technique but reader is more annoyed than against it, me trying to write dialogue for inumaki

It’s half past midnight when your phone chimes, the infamous ‘u up?’ text flashing on your screen. It’s almost baffling how someone in his twenties still manages to text like a horny teen.

Then there’s you, so prone to entertaining his bullshit, informing him with a short text, that you are indeed “up” and that whether or not you stay up strongly depends on his next choice of words.

Can I come over? I wanna try something.

You blink once, twice.

Promise it’ll be fun ;)

His choice of a winky face is once again, not one that offers a lot of hope, but honestly, what could you expect from one of Gojo’s former students.

And against your better judgement, you find yourself entertaining the ridiculous messages, saying that he has exactly twenty minutes to be at your door before you turn in for the night.

Inumaki being well, Inumaki, is knocking on your door exactly nineteen minutes and forty-two seconds after your text to him.

How and why do you know the exact numbers? You’d never tell.

You usher him in, wordlessly offering some form of beverage with a loose gesture towards the kitchen. He shakes his head as he shuffles further into your apartment.

“Kelp.” He throws up a hand, waving slightly, shucking off his shoes and moving to settle on your couch.

“Mhmm, so what’s so important that you’re here at…” you squint at the clock mounted above your television, “nearly one in the morning.”

He stares at you, quirks a brow, drops it, quirks it once more and you're just about ready to kick him out when he draws his phone from his pocket. You take a seat next to him, throwing your legs atop his lap as you listen to him quickly type, then erase, then type and erase again.

As you listen to him repeat the process a few more times, you immerse yourself in mindlessly scrolling on your own phone, barely awake at this point as you settle further onto the couch.

“Tuna tuna.” His voice is gravelly, catching your attention more than the command to look. You squint at the words sitting on the screen, eyes widening at the short statement.

Sit on my face.

“Toge, you gotta be kidding.” His eyes narrow at your lighthearted tone, letting his phone drop on the cushions as he shifts on the couch, throwing one of your legs to the side and slotting himself between them. He leans forward, hands landing on your biceps as he grips tightly.

The crease of his brow, the determination in his eyes, even down to the way his breathing has quickened half a pace. Maybe he isn’t kidding.

“It’s one.” Like the time of day will make him change his mind on the matter, eyes still boring into you. “And I’m…tired?”

You’re not. In fact, the moment the words he presented to you processed in your tired brain, you were quickly plucked from the edge of sleep and thrown into naked curiosity and awoken by the scorching burn of desire heading south.

But it all feels too sudden, or maybe you’re more cowardly than you’d like to admit. Is it because you’ve been friends for so long? Wait, why did you basically say no?

Your mental war reaches a ceasefire the moment Inumaki drags down the mask covering the lower half of his face. His marked tongue flicking over his bottom lip as he surges forward, dragging the muscle up the column of your throat.

And ahh.

His tongue already burns against your flesh, but you can feel it, the curse mark sitting at the center of the appendage burning just a few degrees hotter.

It leaves a trail of heat that radiates through you, parching your throat and solidifying the feeling of want, of need, it wrenches at your gut, only filling your mind with all the tantalizing possibilities.

Whatever curiosities that tickled at the back of your mind come crashing through, the feeling of his lips peppering against your neck and down your shoulder only further fueling the flames.

Untangling yourself from him you stumble off the couch, fingers digging into the fabric of his thick sweater and hauling him up beside you.

There’s a smug noise in his throat that you decide is best to ignore —for your sanity and his safety— dragging him towards the bedroom, leaving no room for dumb reservations about the entire ordeal.

“C’mon, this was your idea.” You shove him past the doorway, snickering at how he stumbles and crashes into your bed. Top sorcerer your ass.

He yanks off his sweater, a black tank top stark against pale skin, the way the simple piece of clothing highlights lean muscles has your mouth water, gaze lingering hungrily.

Perhaps your eyes are a little too glossed over, distracted with the way you’ve never noticed how toned Inumaki is before this. Or maybe he thinks you’re just moving too slow.

If it weren't for how invested you were in this little experiment, you’d have killed him for his next move.

“Strip.”

Your sleep shirt is already halfway over your head when it registers what he’s done, letting it fall to the ground with little ceremony.

“Fucker.” You bite out as you drag your shorts down, exposing that you had nothing underneath the threadbare flannel.

Another smug noise sounds in his throat, only tempting you to wrap your fingers around the pale flesh and squeeze just tightly enough to prevent him from making it again.

Next time. If there’s a next time.

He leans back onto his elbows, unabashedly letting his gaze dance over your figure, a smirk tugging at the curse mark on his cheek. You’re crawling towards the bed, splaying your fingers over his deceptively toned chest as his own come to massage your thighs.

“This isn’t gonna be weird right? Just two friends, hooking up?” The question should’ve come earlier, but Inumaki has always had a tendency to throw you off kilter no matter the situation.

He tilts his head at you, then has the audacity to shrug before planting his lips against yours, licking into your mouth as if it’s enough of an answer. And in this very moment, it is.

He’s shameless with every little motion, the way his tongue explores so eagerly, how he has his fingers kneading into exposed skin inching towards your throbbing cunt. He’s careful to tease so lightly that his touch is barely there, tugging you towards frustration and madness.

“Toge.” You huff against his kiss, moaning as he nips at your jaw and soothes it with a burning lick.

He flops back against the bed without warning, confusing you and spurring a few giggles at how his hair spreads out across the bed sheets, serving as a pale halo for the mischievous man. He tilts his head back a little, and moves his hands to pull at your hips, his movements begging for you to satisfy his request from earlier.

You consider teasing him just a little longer, wondering just how badly he wants to taste you as you trace your fingers along the curse mark on his cheek, trailing along to prod at his bottom lip, still wet with spit.

With one quick chaste kiss, you try your best to crawl forward in an appealing manner, squealing when he brings a hand down on your ass, gripping at his hair tightly as you straddle his face.

He doesn’t even give you a moment to orient yourself as he grips at your thighs, forcing your legs to buckle as he flicks his tongue against your clit. He moves his tongue so languidly it’s almost painful, a desperate whine escaping your lips as you try to grind your hips.

Cruelly he tightens his grip, keeping you from budging even an inch, cursing yourself for forgetting just how much raw strength he really has. He continues his leisurely exploration, leaving no part of you unscathed, even making a point to drag his tongue up and down your inner thigh.

A string of unintelligible moans laced with cuss words spills from your lips as he flattens his tongue, the scorching mark branding itself into your sopping cunt.

The debauched side of you hopes that it does, marking you for him and him alone.

“T-Toge please, please, please.” Your desperation sways him, the prodding of his tongue against your twitching entrance offering those same promises he keeps skirting around. “I wanna cum, m-make me cum.”

As if taking pity he relents his languid teasing, loosening his grip on your thighs to allow you to roll your hips at a pace you see fit, chasing after pleasure so desperately.

The tip of his tongue slips into your entrance, diving just deep enough to have his curse mark practically burn at the rim of your hole.

It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, it shouldn’t be just the thing you need to send you diving off the edge into a pool of borderline insanity and bliss.

His name rips loudly from your throat as you grind into his tongue, pitying your neighbors in the back of your mind as his fingers dig so tightly into your thighs, your own hands coming down, one to grip at the bed sheets the other to tangle painfully in his hair.

He nips at your thigh, a shudder wracking through your body and shaking your legs, unable to stop yourself from collapsing back and effectively trapping him underneath you. He manages to wiggle out, moving up the bed until you're semi-seated in his lap, the bulge in his joggers digging into your bare ass.

His arms are around your waist, hauling you up to lean against him, you can practically hear him thinking.

“Gimme a few minutes and we can fuck around some more.” You pant out, limbs feeling weak and cunt still burning deliciously, trying to focus on the ragged rise and fall of his chest.

He shakes his head at you, a dastardly grin on his lips and you know what’s coming next, not even bothering to be ashamed as excitement builds in your chest.

“Get on your knees.”

#miki writes #under.inumaki #under.jjk #this is just a lil self indulgent thingy #was fun to write tbh #and i adore toge so #i'd make a joke about being under him #but like #we r on top kjsdfhkjsd #tw dubcon #JUST IN CASE #its rlly not but #ya never know kjsdfhkj #at least not to me i guess #and i do have a warped sense nowadays fffffffff

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