*trots over to you with a pinecone gift* do you wanna be friends…..

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.

₊˚.༄ both of these are SUCH good ideas. i need to write both LMAO. but i settled on the puppyboy!hyugo, bc hey, i'm biased and like puppyboys ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ can you even blame me?? anyways, i tried to mix a lot of different stuff bc i truly think hyugo would be a switch (am i biased? or is that peak?) anyways, hope you like it! i will def have to write more hyugo soon (thank u for the amazing suggestion ♡_♡ ) i love writing requests so keep them coming! enjoy >:)

જ⁀➴ puppyboy!hyugo w/ an oral fixation ♡ ⁺ . ✦  tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), breeding kink, puppyboy!hyugo, switch hyugo, switch reader, , piv, cúnnilingus/eat me out!(EMO), needy whiny hyugo, collars, inumimi （犬みみ）犬耳 (puppyboy), cum eating, cowgirl position kinda, stand&carry, hyugo's first time, reader's first time, mutual virginity loss? (idk how to word it LOL), oral fixation, biting, marking, slight blood, hyugo fucks you like you're a toy basically, not beta read ⁺ . ✦ wc. 2,289

Turquoise ears flit around as a head of matching hair bobs up and down over your lap. You recently got a new puppy boy, only to find that he likes to chew, bite, and lick everything. Toys are destroyed within hours, you have small bites along your hands, wrists, and thighs, and he is still not satisfied.

A collar clinks in tandem with his movements. Your pup, Hyugo, is sprawled across the couch with his face squished into your lap. You pay no attention to it anymore, used to the silly routine he has going on. His canines gently nibble at the soft plush of your thighs, leaving little bite marks all over.

He never bites hard enough to hurt you, instead just gently gnawing on whatever part of you he has access to. When he’s satisfied with the little marks, he follows it with kisses and sucks, as if he’s trying to bruise your already marked body.

It tickles, every single time. You try to distract yourself by reading a book and petting his soft hair, but Hyugo never lets you concentrate on anything other than him. 

When he notices your attention absorbing into the book, he snaps you back to reality with a slightly sharper bite.

“Hyugo!” you raise your voice at him. “That hurt! Why would you do that?”

But he doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even move to look up at you. If he did, you would see clearly the satisfied smile plastered on his face, as if he accomplished his mission.

Unsatisfied with him ignoring you, you put your book down and tell him to roll over and face you. Sensing your unease, he complies, but not without his obvious pouty face telling you he’s upset at being interrupted.

“What?” he asks you, light teal eyes searching yours.

“Biting people is not very nice. Good boys don’t bite hard.” You reply, bringing a hand to his cheek and cupping it. “I thought you were a good boy?”

His usually playful demeanor is replaced by an aura of embarrassment. His cheeks flare as if he was caught like a deer in headlights. He nuzzles his face deeper into your hands, really leaning into it. “I’m sorry…” he says, his voice all but a whisper. 

“Good boy,” you say, your thumb brushing over his lips. “If you needed something to suck that bad, why didn’t you just ask?” 

His skin feels almost hot to the touch, a flush consuming his entire face. Tears well at the corners of his eyes as your thumb grazes the soft plush of his lips. You’re teasing him at this point, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

Your thumb moves agonizingly slow, as if waiting for him to acknowledge it. His eyes lock onto yours, pleading with you to give him what he wants. No, needs.

Your thumb pushes past his soft, sumptuous lips into his mouth. He’s caught off guard momentarily, surprised at the force of your movement. But as if it was second nature, he starts sucking on your digit.

Your thumb grazes his tongue, pushing deeper into his mouth, as if searching for something. Hyugo whimpers as his tongue flicks around your thumb. The sound of his little moans works in concert with the soft jingle of his collar; it’s a sound that warms your entire core and makes you blush with embarrassment.

Hearing and seeing how much he enjoys just a single finger in his mouth has your mind wandering towards perversion. As his owner, you’ve done everything in your power to take care of him, provide a stable living environment for him, and help him grow as a person and as a hybrid. You had heard of people forming relationships with their hybrids, but still, was that even allowed?

He’s just an innocent puppy boy, right? Maybe you’re the weird one for having these thoughts. Even so, if the idea hadn’t amused you at all, then why did you put your thumb in his mouth? And why are you pushing it deeper and deeper, testing his limits trying to see how much and how far he would take it. 

Now is not the time for a moral dilemma, not when your cute pup is whimpering beneath your hand, body writhing and squirming against you. One of his hands grips your wrist, locking your hand in place and forcing you to move to his rhythm. His soft hand forms a strong grip around your wrist as he moves your hand for you. 

The soft wetness of his tongue compounded by the delicious whimpers escaping from his mouth only makes you feel hotter. Your thighs squeeze together, seeking some sort of relief from the ache that builds within you.

Hyugo notices the shift in movement beneath his head, the way your thighs squish together, trying to seek some sort of sensation. He’d be smirking right now if it weren’t for your thumb practically shoved down his throat. Knowing that you feel just as needy from this as he does has his mind reeling. How can he turn the heat up and show you what he really wants?

His grip releases your wrist as he shuffles beneath you, slipping onto the ground beneath you. Curious, you lean forward, wondering why he moved so suddenly. His hand shoots towards your wrist once more, and he pulls you down towards him, tumbling atop of him.

Your hips straddle his as you sit on top of him, breath heaving in your chest. “Hyugo? What the fuck?” you ask, completely shocked at the turn of events.

His hand, still wrapped around your wrist, is pulled closer to his face once again. He plops your thumb back into his mouth and continues sucking on it, as if nothing had changed. 

But you can feel the change, definitely. It grows, bigger and harder with every stroke of his tongue. Spit drips out of the corner of his mouth with every movement. He sloppily licks and sucks your digit, as if he needs to taste every bit of it.

You can feel his bulge strain in his pants, pushing against your cunt. You curse yourself for wearing bike shorts, which leaves no distance between his core and yours. 

“I feel that, pup,” you say, your voice laced with breathlessness. His hips buck against yours, grinding against you as he nibbles on your thumb. The bulge in his pants rubs against you in the most perfect way, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

Hearing you moan has Hyugo drunk on it, as if he will always be constantly chasing that feeling again. His other hand latches around your free wrist, pulling you closer to him as his hips grind against yours. 

You pin his hand above his head, using it as leverage to grind against him. He whines around your thumb, soft lips vibrating against your skin. His eyes look up at you, tears welling in the corner as your hips grind against him so perfectly.

“Enjoying this, huh? You like when I do that, pup?” you say, not even bothering for a response before increasing the friction and pressure exerted onto him. All he can do is feebly nod his head as you hook your thumb into his mouth, using it as additional leverage to move yourself. His eyes practically roll back as he whimpers, the feeling of you dry humping him almost too much to bear.

You feel a sensation of tightness growing in your core, that familiar hum of pleasure not too far away. As if chasing that high, your hips buck erratically, pushing against his with such precision and such force that it has both of you tumbling your way towards orgasm.

“Fuck, puppy! I’m gonna cum soon!” you practically yell at him, not caring if your neighbors hear. The only thought on your mind is how good his cock feels rubbing against you, and how good it will feel inside of you. 

You grind against him, pushing yourself over the edge as your body spasms and shakes atop of him. In a similar manner, Hyugo is twitching beneath you, a wet spot forming on his pants as his breath shudders. He’s trying to catch his breath beneath you, but his mind is contradictorily empty yet fully concerned with the finger in his mouth to even remember to breathe.

You huff on top of him, not satisfied just yet. You move atop of him, shifting so that you can take your clothes off. It’s like a hunger has consumed you, the need to feel his entire body against yours all-consuming. You need to feel his soft skin against yours, you crave the heat his body emanates; you just want to be as close as physically possible.

His free hand moves to pull his pants down, quickly matching your lack of clothing. As if driven by desire or by a deep, primal need to mate, Hyugo is lining his already-sensitive tip with your entrance, as if it’s the only thing in the world he knows how to do. As if it’s the only thing he needs to do.

His hands grasp your hips before he pulls you onto him, practically slamming himself into you. You cry out, a mixture of pleasure and pain written all over your features. It feels too good for how inexperienced you are. It should hurt more, but instead it feels perfect, like you were made for this. Like it’s what’s supposed to happen, like it’s natural.

His hands grip your hips, pulling and pushing you onto his cock. He’s using you as his own toy, manhandling you with such precision and strength that it’s basically effortless to him.

You moan as he bucks into you deeper. “Fuck, puppy,” you start, pushing your index finger deep into his mouth. The sound of wet slapping and his whining is music to your ears. His eyes are closed, totally lost in the ecstasy that is you.

His eyes shoot open, and you pull your finger out of his mouth to let him speak. “I wanna try something,” he says, his eyes glinting in the soft light.

He shifts, moving you off of him and getting up. He extends his hand, helping you stand beside him, before he he bends down and picks you up. His hands each grab the underside of a thigh, hoisting you up until he’s carrying you with your legs spread open. He lifts you like you’re nothing, perfectly capable of moving you with ease. He makes it look easy, like you’re just another toy for him to use.

The idea of him using you sends a chill down your spine, it makes your cunt flutter, making you miss the feeling of being stuffed by him. As if picking up on your thoughts, he lowers you onto his cock once again, holding by your thighs. Your legs wrap around his back, with your arms lacing their way around his neck. You’re holding onto him as he fucks into you, completely dependent upon him for stability.

Your body presses against his, bringing you closer than ever before. You can feel his warm breath on the side of your face, and can hear the cute moans and whimpers coming from his mouth. His lips search along the line of your neck and shoulder, leaving little marks and bites along the way. Marking his property, showing that he was here.

“Fuck! Gonna cum soon,” he whines into your ear. You lift away slightly from him, grabbing his chin in the process.

“Kiss me, dumbass,” you say, tired of waiting. You pull his chin closer to you, lips searching for his. Your lips meet, and you swear you feel something almost like electricity coursing between you two. It just feels so, perfect, so inviting, so comfortable.

His lips crash against yours, his tongue near-instantly darting into your mouth, searching for yours. You taste every bit of him as he sucks and licks your tongue, dancing around yours in a way you didn’t think was possible. Spit dribbles from both of you, the sloppiness of the takeout only intensifying the feeling of pleasure.

His hips buck erratically into yours, signaling that he’s on the edge of pleasure. He fucks into you one last time, before you feel his whole body shake beneath yours. You bite onto his lip, drawing blood as he spills himself inside of you. You can feel the throbbing of his cock as it pumps you full of his cum, stuffing you full.

He sets you down on the couch, but he’s not quite done with you yet. He gets down beneath you, onto the ground between your legs, pushing them farther apart for easier access.

While the sight itself is more than enough to behold— the perverted conception of fluids dripping out of your cunt— Hyugo has other plans. His tongue dives in, lapping up his cum and trying to push more of it deeper into your cunt, like he wants it to stay put.

His efforts are futile, as it keeps seeping out, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. His tongue dances an intricate pattern between your leaking hole and your throbbing clit, stimulating both and pushing you closer to who-knows-what-number orgasm of the night. 

Your body clenches around him, pleasure rippling its way through your body, hazing your mind and leaving you near-speechless.

“Fuck, puppy,” is all you can can out before you’re thrown into the deep end of pleasure, waves rippling all around you.

He watches you the entire time, witnessing your unraveling in such a perverted position and situation. 

He’s glad you’re his first— he doesn’t want anyone else ever. You’re perfect for him. 

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