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froggibus · 1 year

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Something New - Toge Inumaki

Pairing: Toge Inumaki x fem! reader

Genre: NSFW/smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: you want to try something new, and Toge is more than happy to oblige

CW: could be considered dubcon?? idk im tagging it just in case, bondage, mind control? kinda, toge uses his cursed technique on you, oral (f! receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, soft dom! Toge, slight dacryphilia? established relationship

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“Toge?”

Your boyfriend’s fingers fiddle with your own, fingertips dancing across the back of your palm. He hums in acknowledgement, tilting his head to the side.

“I-I have a question.”

He squeezes your hand, “salmon.”

You smile. After dating for so long, you could decipher his seemingly incomprehensible words like you were fluent in Toge. His silent cues were as familiar to you as your own.

“Can we try something new?” You shift your gaze to your hands, avoiding the brown eyes that are staring at you intently. “Like, in bed, I mean.”

His fingers still completely and you hear his breath catch in his throat. You look up, eyes meeting his, and feel the electricity between the two of you. His cheeks are rosy, the blush spreading across his nose.

“Mustard leaf?”

You move your gaze again but change your mind and stare at him decisively. “I want you to use your cursed technique on me. I want you to…to use it to make me stay still.”

“Salmon roe,” he says teasingly.

You smack his shoulder softly, “don’t tease! It was just a thought.”

The room settles into silence, neither of you daring to break it. Toge resumes his gentle rubbing of your hand, his long fingers tapping patterns onto your skin. His touch helps you relax, releasing a tension in your shoulders that you didn’t know was there.

“Salmon,” he murmurs, hands moving up your arms.

The word is enough to send you into shock. You expected him to hesitate a little more, or to say no outright. But to hear him agree so quickly? It’s enough to send jolts racing through your body, heat gushing into your panties.

He leans in and plants a needy kiss to your lips, soft skin against soft skin. A hand reaches up to play with your hair, tangling it between his fingers. The kiss only gets more heated, Toge moving onto his knees so he can press his body against yours.

You can feel the heat radiating off of his skin and the bulge through his sweatpants. It only makes you want him more, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and tugging him on top of you.

He pulls away, looking at you seriously. “Mustard leaf?”

“I’m sure, Toge. I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” you admit.

He grinds his knee between your legs, smiling at the way you squirm under him. He slips a hand up your shirt, dainty fingers moving up to grope your tits through your shirt. He groans at the familiar feeling.

He tugs your shirt over your head and practically rips your bra off. The second his warm mouth connects to your bare nipple, you’re arching your back and whining his name. He digs his knee further against your throbbing core.

Still, it isn’t quite what you want. You were hoping he would let loose, go feral, take what he wanted. But like usual, Toge is reserved.

“T-toge,” you whine.

He hums into your nipple, the vibrations making you whine.

“I need more.”

He pauses his movements for a moment, You’re left wondering if he’s done, if he’s changed his mind and realized he’s not comfortable after all. But no. Something inside your boyfriend snaps at your words, a dark look in his eyes.

“Don’t move,” he says.

Suddenly your body feels like it’s restrained, held down against the bed by an invisible force. You struggle for a second but it's futile. Toge is much too strong.

He smirks at you, sticking his tongue out and flicking it over your nipple. The sight of his tattoo rubbing against your skin makes you even wetter, your panties ruined from your slick pooling into them.

He kisses down your stomach, leading to the waistband of your pants. His tongue runs across the spot where your skin meets the fabric before his hands make quick work of them.

His grin only widens at the sight of your soaked panties. He takes his index finger and slides it up your slit, collecting your juices and bringing them towards his mouth. He moans while he sucks his finger, the taste of you alone enough to make his pants tighten.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, and your body obeys him with no hesitation.

The way you’re so vulnerable beneath him, the way your mind has to obey him no matter what, has his cock rock hard. He rips your panties in half, tossing them on opposite sides of the room. He dips a finger inside of you, your tight hole clenching around him.

The desperate look on your face, the desperate whining, it's enough to make his head spin. He thrusts his finger in and out of you, mouth moving to suck your clit. He loves the way you’re shaking, muscles straining against the cursed technique he’s using on you. He knows just how badly you want to grind your pussy into his face and he loves how you can’t.

He knows this is what you want, though. The lack of strain from using his technique tells him exactly that—you don’t want to fight this.

He slips another finger inside of you, pumping them at an agonizing pace. His mouth works wonders on your clit, and you can feel your orgasm approaching. Toge feels it too by the way you’re getting tighter around him and the way you shake even more.

Just as you’re about to cum, he mumbles against your clit: “Don’t cum until I say.”

You almost scream in frustration, but your body obeys him. He gives you a wink before diving back into your pussy, smiling at the way you’re almost crying above him.

“Cum,” he says finally, and you explode around him.

The orgasm is the most intense you’ve felt in your entire life, your pussy gushing everywhere. Your whole body would be convulsing if you were allowed to move, but your muscles just shake instead. Toge watches in utter fascination, adoration in his eyes.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you still, riding you through your orgasm. You look so damn cute that he doesn’t want to ever stop. He would do this forever if it meant he could see the fat tears rolling down your face and your puffy lips and swollen pussy.

He slips his fingers out of you with a pop, and doesn’t even bother wiping off your slick. He’s too focused on unbuttoning his pants as fast as he can, trying to free his aching cock from its constraints. He has his boxers down in an instant, not even bothering to pull them all the way down.

He slaps the head of his cock against your clit, and your poor sensitive pussy aches in response. He leans in and presses gentle kisses up your cheeks, tasting your tears. His gentle touch is such a sharp contrast from the way his cock slips inside of you and bottoms out. You whimper, begging him to start moving.

He moves at a snail's pace, pulling out all the way and then slamming his hips against yours. Each thrust is an assault on your pussy, your sensitive walls clinging to him in a way that makes both of you ache.

He reaches down to play with your clit. “Tuna mayo?”

“N-not quite,” you mumble, your orgasm not reaching you just yet.

“Tuna tuna.”

“You can—” you’re cut off by your own moan when he slams into you once more. “You can do whatever you want to me, Toge.”

His eyes are fixed on your pussy and the way your puffy lips take in his cock with every thrust. “Cum,” he says, and suddenly the pleasure is washing over you. Your walls clench on his cock, your body trembles and your pussy gushes once more.

You’re left wide-eyed, breathing heavily and dizzy from the command. “I—you can do that?”

He kisses your nose. “Salmon.”

He keeps thrusting inside of you, each one making you ache from the sensitivity. All of the pleasure has you dizzy, desperate for more, but also wanting to crawl away and give your pussy a break.

Toge picks up the pace, thrusting faster as he gets near his own orgasm. “You’re going to cum with me,” he grunts. “You’re going to cum around my cock.”

The command reaches your ears and you whine, lidded eyes making contact with his. He thrust even harder, but his movements start to get sloppier and sloppier. He thrusts a few more times, hips slapping yours, before hot cum floods your pussy.

His cum is like a trigger, making you explode.

“You can move,” he says breathlessly, collapsing onto your chest.

Your whole body spasms, muscles tensing and relaxing, legs shaking. Toge kisses your cheek and neck, admiring just how pretty you look convulsing underneath him. It takes you over a minute to come to, but when you do, Toge has you laying on his chest, his cock still buried in your pussy and his arms around your waist.

“Toge,” you murmur, “thank you.”

“Salmon,” he kisses your temple. “I love you.”

You feel hot at his words, some of the only ones he’s reserved just for you. “I love you too.”

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himbowelsh · 7 years

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can i request a fem baberoe where gene works at a library. thats all i got for you to go off of but i'm really feeling lesbian baberoe and i'm really feeling librarian gene

AN: i am always up for more lesbians

“Don’t get mad,” she says as she drops a stack of books on the counter, “but I think I might have done something.”

It’s impossible to get under Genie Roe’s skin, and this is no different. Instead of looking alarmed at the prospect of damage done to her precious books, she just looks… curious. Her eyebrow crooks, as much a question as it is a threat, as she sets her coffee mug down on her desk.

“Heffron,” she says, “you better not be tellin’ me you got pizza on another library book.”

“No!” Babe squeaks, and immediately regrets it when her voice comes out far too high-pitched. It’s a nervous tic, to be sure, but she can’t help being nervous around Eugenia Roe.

The young woman who moved to Philly from the bayous of Louisiana a few months ago and settled in as a librarian at the local library has quickly become one of Babe’s favorite people. Genie is quiet and reserved. Every time Babe sees her, she has her nose buried in a book. Her voice is soft, heavy with a hard-voweled accent that never fails to send electricity coursing down Babe’s spine. Her eyes, so dark and bottomless, seem gentle at first; but Babe has seen them flare with anger at disrespectful patrons.

Babe first met Genie when the librarian scolded her and her friends for being too loud. That moment changed Babe’s life.

She’s never come to the library as often as she has in the past few months. When she wakes up in the morning, her mind is filled with thoughts of dark hair and pale skin. When she closes her eyes at night, a Louisiana drawl haunts her dreams. Seeing Genie and getting to talk to her, even if it’s just for one minute, is always the highlight of Babe’s day.

That doesn’t mean Genie Roe -- with her cool demeanor and unshakeable calm -- doesn’t make Babe nervous. Hell, she drives Babe out of her mind -- because always, without fail, Babe makes a fool out of herself in front of the girl of her dreams.

“See, what happened was, we were making spaghetti -- my friend Billie, she’s a ‘real Italian’, so making spaghetti is practically an art for her -- and a thing kinda happened. With the sauce. And, I mean, it was no one’s fault --”

“Sounds like it was your fault if you had the book open in your kitchen.” Genie picks up her coffee mug and takes a nonchalant sip, watching Babe over the mug’s rim. Babe, suddenly feeling like she’s trapped in one of those dreams where she’s naked in front of a whole baseball stadium, reaches up and ruffles her short red hair.

“Well, see -- uhh, I mean, you’re right --”

Genie sets the mug down again. She knows she’s right. “Let’s see it, then.”

Babe almost chokes on her own tongue. “See what?”

“The book. How bad is it?”

Genie makes a vague gesture at the book on the counter. Babe hastily snatches it up, flipping it open to the obviously stained pages. It wasn’t as if she had just dropped a bit of spaghetti on the book. After Babe nearly added too much garlic, the kitchen had seen a minor sauce fight. Babe’s library book was an unfortunate casualty.

Genie stares at the book for a moment, taking in the large red splotches covering not just the pages, but the edges of the book as well. She takes a deep breath, then heaves it out all at once. Babe feels something within her shrivel up.

“Alright, you know the drill,” Genie says, holding out a hand. Babe grumbles as she begins digging around in her pockets.

“Yeah, yeah...” Eventually she pulls out ten dollars, and presents it to Genie with all the pride of an injured cat. “Your fee. Jeez, what is this, the third time this month?”

“Well, if you could stop ruinin’ library books, maybe you wouldn’t have to pay for them all the time.” Genie handles the injured book with care. Her nimble fingers run over it’s weathered spine, trace the cracks in it’s tomato stained cover. Babe feels embarassingly short of breath as she watches Genie peel the library sticker off the back of the book.

“Good news is, this belongs to you now.” The librarian presents the book back to her with a degree of official bravado. They’ve both been through this exchange enough times that it’s become routine. “At this rate, you’re gonna wind up buyin’ out the whole library.”

Babe rolls her eyes. If she’s being honest, she’s surprised she’s even allowed to check out books anymore. Her awful track record with libraries is a long and sordid history, and that’s most of the reason she never frequented them to begin with. In nineteen years, she’s managed to get herself banned from three libraries, just because she can never keep the books she checks out in readable condition.

For some reason, however, Genie keeps letting her come back for more. Babe can’t understand why -- she must be considered a hazard to the establishment at this point. She’s surprised they don’t have Most Wanted posters for her on every door. Yet every time she walks in, Genie always has a small smile for her.

(Really, that’s the only reason she needs to keep coming back.)

“Ahh, come on, Genie,” she sighs, leaning against the counter as she reaches for the book. “I’ve got a lot better ways I could be spendin’ my cash.”

“Oh, really? Like what?”

Genie’s hand brushes against hers. It’s a split-second, light blue manicured nails caressing Babe’s scraped up knuckles, but it shuts her entire brain down. She feels like she’s been electrocuted. Every cell in his body is vibrating, her hair is standing on end, and maybe that’s why she says what comes next.

“Like taking you out.”

Just like that, everything grinds to a halt. Genie goes still, her eyes widening. The library is dead silent. All Babe can hear is the thrumming of her own heart, and it is mocking her.

After a moment, Genie inhales a deep breath. “Elizabeth,” she says, “did you just ask me out on a date?”

Did she? She doesn’t know. She has no idea what just came out of her mouth, except that she wasn’t in charge of any of it. All communication between her brain and tongue have been cut off. Babe can’t hear herself let out a nervous peal of laughter, but she feels her entire body grow tense like a puppet on a string.

“I,” she says. “You know what. Maybe.”

“Maybe you asked me on a date.”

“Maybe I did.”

“Maybe we should go out.”

“Maybe we should.”

Genie stares at her. Babe stares back, and tries to keep from screaming.

Then, just like that, the spell is broken. Genie reaches for her mug, finishes off the last of the coffee there, and turns back to Babe with a small smile upon her lips. “I get off work at five. Meet me here?”

Babe’s entire brain is a mess of color and sound that she can’t make sense of, so it’s all she can do to nod. “S- sure.”

Genie’s smile widens, and Babe feels like she’s standing in the center of the sun. She’s dying, but it feels so, so good.

“Great,” she says. “See you then.”

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