#inumimi

*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.

they're idiots, your honor