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Inasa could tell you’d been having a rough time. Work had kept you stressed, your eye bags growing more pronounced with each passing day. When he’d ask you what was wrong, you’d merely brush him off. And when he tried cuddling with you, you told him you were too tired to cuddle. Too tired to cuddle! It was unheard of. He knew you loved his bear hugs like no one else, and he was at a loss for what to do.
But you were his S/O dammit. What kind of hero—no, what kind of boyfriend—would he be if let you wallow in your misery?!
He figured that perhaps he had been approaching this the wrong way, and needed a fresh perspective. So he asked one of his senpais for advice.
When said senpai woke up to his ringtone, he groaned. There was only one person he knew who would call him at this time.
“Why are you calling me at three in the morning, Inasa.”
“Shishikura! I couldn’t sleep! I was thinking about (Y/N)—it’s driving me crazy! She’s been so tense lately. What should I do?! I—”
Shishikura pinched his nose, drowning out the rest of Inasa’s inane chatter. Honestly he had hoped after they graduated that Inasa had lost his number... maybe then he wouldn’t have to deal with these ridiculous late night phone calls... knowing Camie though, she probably gave his new number...
“...and she wouldn’t even let me cuddle with her, Shishikura, can you believe that—“
“Inasa,” he sighed. Shishikura could care less; Inasa’s personal relations had little to do with him. But there would be no end in sight if he let him ramble on. “Knowing your…. excitable nature, you probably did something to irk her. Your only choice now is to grovel and beg for forgiveness.”
“Grovel? I—“
“Stop calling this number.” He hung up the call, and Inasa was left staring at his phone screen.
The dots connected as realization dawned on him. Shishikura was right! He had to make things right again. By groveling and begging for forgiveness.
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You were stressed. Work was consuming all of your energy, your family life was going awry, and you were getting white hairs from all the stress. This morning, you had even worn your uniform inside out, exhausted as you were from everything going on, and hadn’t realized it until your coworker pointed out the tag on your shirt.
You felt bad that you’d also been ignoring your loveable oaf of a boyfriend. You couldn’t help it! You didn’t want Inasa to bear witness to your sour disposition. Didn’t want his brilliant smile to wither at the sight of your frigid glares. But guilt crept in when you scrolled through a week’s worth of unanswered messages on your phone. All from Inasa. He would never give up, huh? You typed out a quick text.
“Hey, Inasa, sorry about being so absent lately. Are you free tonight? I’ll stop by your place.”
His response was instantaneous. It took you a moment to remember he had hero work today, which meant he was texting you on the job.
“HI (Y/N)”
“YES I’M FREEHDKJSHAKJH”
“SORRY HAD TO PUNCH SOMEONE. YES I’M FREE. THIS IS PERFECT. BE AT MY PLACE BY 7”
You didn’t know what you were expecting when you got to Inasa’s apartment, but it was definitely not him waiting at the door for you. At the sight of you, he exclaimed loudly, slamming his head down into the floor in a low bow.
“(Y/N)! I’m terribly sorry for any trouble I’ve caused you!”
“Ah, Inasa…! You don’t have to... sweetie, you’re bleeding.”
“I deserve to bleed! It’s nothing compared to all the pain I’ve caused you!” He said, bowing low to the ground, his palms flat against the floor.
“Um—what?” You kneeled down to place a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at you with fire in his eyes. “Inasa… I don’t understand. You’re gonna have to fill me in.”
When he told you how he assumed your stress and irascibility was due to him, you felt guilt swirl in your gut. He hadn’t done anything to warrant your cold treatment. Ushering him over to the couch, you grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, wetting it, before making your way back to the couch, where Inasa sat, rocking on the balls of his feet. As you fussed over his injury, he laughed heartily.
“Don’t worry (Y/N). My head’s pretty solid!” he said, smacking his noggin’ for good measure.
“Ah, that doesn’t mean I won’t... worry over you, Yoarashi.”
He stared at you in silence as you gently dabbed at the blood on his forehead with the cloth. It was so different from his usual loud self that it startled you when he finally spoke. “I can’t tell if my apology worked,” he admitted.
You groaned, guilt washing over you again. “You had nothing to apologize for!”
“Oh… so not even an apology will work? Am I beyond forgiveness? What heinous crimes have I committed?!” Beyond his loud statements, you could tell he actually believed he was at fault here.
Your hands darted to grasp at his shoulders before he tried to bow again, settling into his lap. “Inasa, look. I-it’s not you, I promise!” Your hands gripped his shirt. “I-It’s...I-I’ve just been so stressed lately,” you wailed, the dam breaking. You buried your face in his chest, sniffling into the cotton of his shirt. Inasa froze, stunned by your outburst, before he regained his senses, wrapping his arms around you.
“Is there... is there anything I can do to make it better! What do you usually do when you’re stressed?”
“Cry,” you said bluntly.
“Well, I will definitely let you cry on me! For as long as you want! My shirt’s waterproof!”
As he squeezed you to him, you were suddenly hyper-aware of the way his biceps flexed against you, how his abs clenched when your hands crept down to fiddle with the edge of shirt. “Well… t-there is something else I’ve been wanting to do...” you mumbled, feeling the heat of desire ignite, spread across your cheeks.
“What is it? I’ll do anything!”
You mumbled something unintelligible.
“What was that? I wasn’t flexing my ears enough!”
“W-we haven’t been intimate in awhile,” you mumbled, louder this time, hesitantly awaiting his reaction.
Inasa’s mouth opened, then closed, the cogs turning in his mind. His face flushed. “O-oh. Ah… yeah.” His arms loosened around you as one hand left you to scratch at his cheek. “That.” He cleared his throat.
He was silent for a moment, before he locked eyes with you, his hands going to your waist. “Well... you want to, right?” he muttered. You nearly jumped when you felt his hands large and warm against your skin, creep under your shirt.
His grin was offset by the red on his cheeks. “I...I’’m okay with it.”
You leaned down, lips inches away from Inasa’s before he captured yours in a kiss, groaning at the way you pressed yourself against him. His hands slid up your shirt. You broke the kiss, removing it and unhooking your bra before resuming. When he cupped your breasts in his large palms, you moaned, and he chuckled in response.
You wanted to feel more of yourself against him, and stripped off your other clothes. All too soon, you were naked before him, grinding down onto the thick expanse of his thigh. Inasa’s kisses had you breathless, dizzy with pleasure. His lips slanted over yours greedily, his tongue sweeping the cavern of your mouth.
As his hands moved down to grip his shirt, you stopped him. He cocked his head at you, but when you admitted you found the idea of him taking you while still fully dressed to be hot , he gaped at you, before nodding stiffly. His hands gripped your ass, shifting so the both of you were lying on the couch, you on top of him.
Your legs splayed around his sides, he began nipping at the junction of your neck, sloppily trailing wet kisses down your jaw. You whined, grinding against his chest. Your hand reached down to alleviate some of the pressure you felt building in his pants, but he stopped you, his hands tightening on your upper arms.
You looked at him curiously, but he was staring intently at where your bodies connected. When his large hands grasped your thighs, pulling you closer till you were sitting on his chest, you stilled.
“I-Inasa? What are you...”
Inasa swallowed. “It’s...it’s all about you tonight, babe. A real man, one with passion, takes care of his girlfriend. B-besides I’ve always… wondered about the way you taste. You’re so gorgeous when you’re falling apart because... because of me. I—let me do this. Please.” The chords in his neck were standing out, his jaw clenched. His fingers were stroking the skin on your thighs, his tone pleading.
“You’re always m-making me feel amazing. I wanna do the same,” he said, determination burning in his eyes
You bit your lip at the implications of what he was saying. He looked so earnest, so eager to please. You couldn’t deny the twinge of interest you felt. “O-okay.”
He gripped your hips as you scooted forward. Pretty soon you were level with Inasa’s face and you gasped as you felt his hot breath against you. He was staring down at your folds intently, and you fidgeted.
You didn’t want to crush him under your weight so you hovered about his mouth, your knees supporting the brunt of your weight. That changed when Inasa grasped you, yanking your hips down till you were practically suffocating him. Your hands shot out to grab at the edge of the couch. Your position had you leaning towards his mouth.
His tongue prodded your clit tentatively at first, swirling around your folds. You gasped when he sucked harshly on your bud, bucking into his face. Inasa groaned appreciatively, his hands squeezing the flesh of your ass. His tongue slid lower and lower till it brushed your entrance, delving inside to lap at you
His technique wasn’t the best, but… everything was so wet and warm and he was so eager. His every movement had you writhing against him.
When his tongue probed you slowly, you writhed, struggling not to clamp your thighs around his head. As he thrust deeper, brushing against something sosonice, you bucked your hips against his face, crying out. He glanced up to see you panting, your arms trembling as you attempted to hold yourself up. His hands came up to squeeze the globes of your ass, pushing you even closer to him. When his tongue delved inside you again, going deeper and deeper, you whined as his nose brushed your clit. You squeezed his head between your thighs, his name a breathless cry on your lips.
Your position was making it hard for him to breathe but he couldn’t stop now. You were so gorgeous like this, grinding your hips into his face, trembling around him. Because of him. His jaw ached, but it was worth it to see you like this. Your walls tightened sporadically around his tongue, signaling your impending release. He leaned back, taking a deep breath before diving back in, sucking roughly on your clit as you came with a desperate cry of his name. He lapped at your juices, eyes trained on you as you came down from your high.
“I-Inasa.” You practically pushed his head away, shakily adjusting your weight to your knees. You were panting, skin flushed.
He sat up, and had you straddle his lap. “H-How was that?” His voice was hoarse. His eyes were alight, your release smeared on his chin, and you groaned at the sight.
“You...You’re impossible,” you moaned, hiding your face into his shirt. He chuckled, wiping the residue of your actions from his face with the back of his hands. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, and you inhaled sharply once you realized you could still taste yourself on him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours as he stared down at you tenderly.
As you shifted in his lap, pressing a kiss to his jugular, he let out a stifled groan. You looked down. He was still straining against his sweatpants. Something stirred in you at the sight.
“AHA… don’t mind me!” He laughed nervously, noticing your gaze. “I-I’ll just take care of it...in the bathroom. You look pretty wiped out, ha—”
He was cut off when you palmed at him through the fabric. He hissed as his dick practically twitched to life. His tilted his head back, gritting his teeth as you kept touching him.
“D-Damn, (Y/N), I-I said I wanted it to be all about you. Not—” He bucked into your hand when you slid his pants down, palming at him through the wet spot on his boxers. “...me—” he choked out.
“‘Nasa,” you mumbled against his skin. There were so.. so many things you wanted to do to him. But you focused on one in particular. Something to rile him up. “I wanna ride you. I’m still pretty… tense,” you suggested, staring up at him innocently. Or as innocently as you could, when you were still stroking him.
“A-ah…really…? Fuck,” he swore, once your hand slipped underneath his boxers to grip him, hot and hard underneath your touch. His jaw clenched.
“Wouldn’t that feel nice? You’re awfully… wound up right now, Inasa. I think you deserve some kind of reward.”
You knew you had him once he hauled you till you were spread on his lap. He leaned back into the couch, eyes clenched shut, grimacing slightly. His erection lay trapped between your body and his, and twitched when you rubbed against it. He slumped his head against your shoulder, mumbling about how he was sorry but you were so gorgeous and irresistible and he couldn’t hold back and you could still just leave him to take care of things on his own, he didn’t mind, this was supposed to be all about you, after all. You laughed, feeling bad at his teasing him so much. When you lifted his head up, sweetly pressing a kiss to his lips, you lined yourself up with his entrance, and sunk down, taking him inch by inch.
You sighed, taking Inasa in was always a bit of a stretch—the man was big everywhere, and that included his cock—but this time things had gone much smoother, no doubt aided by your wetness from earlier. He groaned once you bottomed out around him, biting down on his lip.His grip became bruising on your hips when you rose up, before plunging down again, your walls squeezing around him. He let out a strangled grunt.
He let you set the pace, his hands staying firmly on your hips. His eyes were intense, darting from your face to your breasts, almost as if he didn’t know where to look. But he didn’t move his hips or anything, letting you do all the work. You were frustrated. You wanted a reaction, some kind of slip of control from him. You knew Inasa, you knew he was as stubborn as they came once he set his mind on something. And in this case, it was clear that he wouldn’t take the initiative. He wanted you to use him to get off, his mind still set on his earlier goal, that all this was for you, and only you.
You had to try harder, play dirtier if you wanted him to react.
You grasped his hands on your hips, placing them on your breasts instead. Inasa’s eyes widened, even more so when you squeezed around his fingers, in tandem with the way you clenched around him. When you moaned, he swallowed roughly, suddenly unable to meet your eyes.
You were so close. He was so close to cracking. You just needed a little push… a devious plot formed in your mind.
“Mm, ‘Nasa, you know sometimes I just think about you… p-pounding into me. Ah… it feels s-so nice to be… stretched by your cock.” You were cringing internally, red creeping up your cheeks. You would never live this down. “Mm, I just… I can feel my worries melt away.”
He inhaled sharply, his mouth set in a firm line. His grip on your hips tightened to a bruising point. When he exhaled slowly, he pressing his forehead against yours.
“Dammit, (Y/N). Why do you have to be like this,” he muttered. “Why can’t you just…” You gasped once you felt his hands grasp your ass roughly, before he slammed his hips up into you. You writhed against him, choking his name out. “... let me make you feel good.”
“Ah, I-It feels better when you’re feeling good t-too, though.”
He sighed, his eyes dark as they surveyed you. He groaned once he realized that was a bad idea. “God, why are you so sexy too.” He grit his teeth. “It makes it that much harder to hold back.”
“‘Nasa, what if I told you… I don’t want you to?”
“Are you sure?” He was serious for once, his gaze solemn.
“Positive.”
He sighed. “Promise you’ll tell me if I get too rough.”
You nodded. Before you could blink, he grabbed your chin, kissing you roughly. He held your hips in place, stopping your slow leisurely pace, before he slammed into you. You gasped, arching against him. He was rough; you were practically bouncing on his cock with the force of his thrusts. Everything was so… overwhelming. His hips snapping against yours, his teeth biting down on your lip, the grunts and curses he made with every thrust.
He had never let loose like this before. He had always treated you so gently, with sweet, slow kisses and unhurried lovemaking. But this? This was fucking.
The coil that had been building in you snapped and you whined Inasa’s name out as you tightened around him in a vice grip. He thrust once, twice, but by the third time he held that position, gritting his teeth as he felt himself release inside you, your walls milking him for everything he was worth.
When you finally collapsed against him, boneless, you were sated.
Inasa was the first to speak, as usual. “I didn’t… I didn’t hurt you, right?” The twinge of concern in his voice had your heart swell with even more love for your loveable oaf.
“Mm, no, ‘Nasa, that felt so nice. I love the sweet sex, but it’s… nice when you take control sometimes.”
He seemed to mull over your words thoughtfully.
“It is pretty passionate,” he finally agreed. “And as long as you’re not hurt... “
“Mm, it is,” you mumbled, feeling the urge to sleep tug at your eyelids.
Inasa still wanted to talk though. “How was… the other part, though.” His eyes glanced towards you, brows furrowed.
“Oh my god, Inasa. Your tongue skills. I’m getting shudders remembering it. I could only hope my future husband is as good as you, damn.” You weren’t really thinking about what you were saying. Just indulging in some half-conscious, exhaustion-fueled pillow talk. You didn’t expect Inasa to take what you were saying to heart.
But he did.
He was oddly quiet, and you glanced up at him. “Something wrong?”
“I guess… before we get married, you’ll probably have to move in with me.”
You smiled, rambling yourself. “Or...we could buy a house. With a dog. I like dogs. We’ll have so many dogs. Maybe a kid or two. But mostly dogs.”
“Yeah…” His grip tightened around you. “That sounds nice.” You missed the fond look he sent you, your eyes already sliding shut as you drifted off to sleep…
When Inasa had proposed to you a year later, loudly citing that conversation for anyone listening, you could only refer to it as intuition. And dumb luck, but that sounded less romantic.
Shishikura was totally gonna be best man, though.