Hey. I think inumaki would use his curse speech during sex
No wait hear me out
He's been fucking you almost non stop for hours. He's taken you on your back with your legs wrapped tight around his waist, he's taken you on your side with one of your legs gripped tight and hiked up high to make space for him, he's taken you bent over the bathroom sink, he's taken you against the shower wall, back pressed to the slick tiles, one leg held up in the crook of his elbow.
Now, he has you on your elbows and knees, face buried in a pillow wet with tears and spit, ass high up in the air, spine curved in a mean arch. You've had so many orgasms now, you honestly lost the ability to maintain count after the fourth.
You can admit, when you're coherent again, that perhaps this maybe might have been your fault. You're aware of how much you'd been teasing and testing toge the whole week. But actually was it really all your fault? After all, who told toge to be so fucking hot? Who told him to be so sweet and kind and such a gentleman? If someone like that were your boyfriend, of course you'd want to push him a bit to see if he had another side to him.
Okay, maybe its cause you were feeling quite sexually frustrated, but again, that wasn't really much of your fault, was it?
You and inumaki had been dating officially for three months, and not once had you had sex. You hadn't even gone past soft kisses. Not for a lack of trying on your part! Toge was just too much of a damn gentleman and kept insisting you take it slow until you were absolutely sure you were ready.
Which made zero sense to you, but you'd let him have his way, thinking surely he'd crack eventually. But fucking toge did not crack. And so, perhaps a bit foolishly, you'd decided to take matters into your own hands. You'd teased and taunted him relentlessly all week; wearing tight or short or revealing clothes around him, sucking on a lollipop like a damn pornstar, bending down to pick things off the ground so your ass was in his face, sitting in his lap every chance you get, sending him borderline risqué selfies.
But to your utter frustration and slight hurt, no matter what you did, the most toge had done was blink slowly at you. You were beginning to doubt yourself. Maybe he wasn't attracted to you? Or maybe he just wasn't that into sex? You'd already given up and resigned yourself to being best friends with your rose toy.
So when toge snatched you up the second he stepped into your apartment this evening, pressed you against the door and kissed the life out of you, you almost thought he was a skinwalker. And then he'd carried you to your bedroom, spread you out and ate your pussy like its the only thing he was born to do. You don't know what came over him so suddenly, and you honestly did not have enough active brain cells to ask him about it.
Right now, it was all you could do to stay conscious, the plap plap plap of his pelvis against your ass, and the wet squelch of your union were louder than any thought you could try to have.
Your pussy was throbbing, walls quivering around his fat cock, overstimulated nearly to the point of pain. You had no idea your sweet inumaki-senpai could be so...mean.
You'd begged him to stop or at least give you a chance to catch your breath several rounds ago, but he'd ignored your tearful whimpering pleas so easily.
At this rate, you were either going to break, or pass away.
Which is why you're trying your hardest to gather all your strength so you could move. So you could run from him and his bulldozing cock and branding hands. He pulls out until just the red-hot swollen head parts your folds, and then he slams back in with a low grunt. Pain spikes up your spine at the impact, but for some reason your walls clamp down on him and slick gushes out of you like a goddamn faucet, as though your pussy liked that. As though it felt good.
"t-togeâunghh fuâplease, slow down,"
"Bonito flakes," is what your boyfriend says, hands gripping the meaty flesh of your hips tighter. You were definitely already bruising there. God you were going to be sore for days. How were you supposed to go to work in two days? There's no way you'd have recovered by then.
You gritted your teeth, clenched the soaked sheets beneath you, and pulled with all your feeble might away from inumaki. Unfortunately though, you made it only about two inches off his cock before toge did something you never thought he'd do.
"Don't move."
He used his curse speech on you.
You had no hope of fighting back against the powerful compulsion, no way of resisting his command. Your body stopped moving entirely, and your brain kind of short circuited.
Did he really just use his cursed speech to compel you? In bed? Your sweet and cute inumaki-senpai who hadn't even said your name aloud yet for fear of triggering something?
"Nnnnnhhh," you whined, high and drawn out, feeling something hot and shocking clench somewhere deep inside you.
Fuck, why was that so hot? Why did you want him to do it again? To make you lie there and take everything he wanted to give? To bully your pussy with his cock, stuff you full of his cum until your belly was rounded with it, to command you to choke on his dick, to drink up and swallow every last drop of cum he dumps down your throat
Toge brought you back against him, sliding one of his arms up and around to wrap loosely around your throat and tug you upright so your back was flush with his chest. You felt the places where your skin stuck and slid together, and when his other hand slid around to tweak and pinch your nipple, you shuddered and came.
It was weak, barely even an aftershock, but it made your eyes roll back into your head as toge ground his hips in slow sensual circles, the hand around your throat tightening just the slightest bit.
"Salmon," inumaki murmurs hotly, lips brushing your ear, "bounce on my cock."
Like a trigger was pulled, your back arches away from him, and with a weak grip on the arm wrapped around your throat for balance, you begin to bounce on his cock. Forward and back, forward and back, little staccato moans falling from your swollen, spit slick, cum splattered lips.
After that, inumaki makes you come one more time, still bouncing on his cock like a mindless little ragdoll, tongue lolled out, drooling, eyes rolled back into your skull, your fingers playing with your own clit because he told you to. When you come, your walls grip his cock so tightly he can't move at all. So he grinds and grinds and grinds, until finally, his balls draw up and he spills deep inside you, seed so copious it leaks out around his base, painting his balls and your thighs a thick creamy white.
But you wouldn't know that. The moment your muscles locked up tight in orgasm, stars burst behind your eyelids for three seconds, and then you blacked out, falling limp in his arms.
Safe to say, you're never teasing your boyfriend like that ever again.
You're also absolutely going to beg him to use his cursed speech on you again.










