the type of prone bone where he rests his forehead against the back of your head, heaving breath as rolls his hips so steadily into you... with every thrust he's pushing your ass up, bringing your pussy closer to him so he hits deep... having him pressed against your back feels so comforting, so safe, but also so hot. the temperature between you gets warmer by the second, and before long his every move is sticky and slippery and sweaty, but it feels sooo good... the overwhelming physical contact gets you that much closer to cumming, and his cock slides into you so perfectly... it feels so damn good that you start sobbing between moans of pleasure, completely lost in the feeling, until his voice cuts in from all the panting he's been doing, resting his lips against your shoulder before gently craning your head back with a hand under your jaw...
Megumi who lures you in, befriending you, just so his dad can have a companion………..
Megumi doesn’t often invite his friends over, if ever. it’s why you jump at the opportunity when he extends the invitation, asking if you’d wanna spend the night so you guys can study as much as possible for some midterm exam. why wouldn’t you agree? he’s cute as hell, stoic and quiet, but looks at you in ways that make you hot under the collar when he thinks you’re not looking.
it’s amazing, hanging out at his place, drinking nasty beers and snacking and doing everything but study. it’s amazing—until it’s not.
until his dad comes home, and lingers a bit too closely to you. sits on the couch beside you as you all watch a movie, placing a hand around your shoulders with too much familiarity. he chides you for spilling your beer softly with a brush of his knuckle against your lower lip, takes the drink away from you altogether, like some overprotective dad lording over you.
you look at Megumi for help, but he’s looking at you with that same look that convinced you to come over in the first place.
the night is amazing, until it’s not, when Toji has laid you across his lap, petting you softly under your clothes while Megumi watches. when he kisses gently at your tears and hugs you to his thick chest, murmuring, that you’re gonna be a great addition to the family.
“d’you want her to be your sister or your mom? it’s your choice,” Toji tells his son, his voice leveled as he presses your pelvis down against Megumi’s lap, having shifted you so you’re splayed out in front of him. his mouth is on your clit and you try to push him off, try to cringe away at his words, but his tongue laves up and down your cunt until you’re teary eyed and shaking.
Megumi hums, ponders his answer for a while. he tips your chin up until your wet glazed over eyes meet his, pursing his lips slightly as he rubs a salty trail into your skin. “a sister,” he says after a while, watching the way your teeth grit when Toji shoves his tongue inside of you, drool thick and syrupy against you.
“welcome to the family,” Toji hums before latching soft lips around your clit and sucking until your entire body shudders. he pops off when you start clawing at the both of them, mouth wet, his fingers itching to stretch your hole just to watch how good you take it. “daughter.”
the toji that lives exclusively in my head is so important to me i fear. vanilla sex enthusiast brat enabler big tits acts like your dad treats you like his second-chance kid has issues getting it up and doesnt really care will just grind you against his tummy or thigh hairy hairy hairy. need him
being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it
Sukuna is unfortunately one of those guys who says he just gonna rub his cock against your panties and then ends up talking you into letting him cum balls deep
I said sukuna talks you into fucking, but it's really a silent thing.
He's grinding his cock against your panties for a long time before he changes anything, precum drenching your panties. He waits until you're breathing harder, until you're getting needy. That's when he pulls aside the fabric ever so slowly, waiting for you to object.
but all you say is "not inside."
so he runs his cock through your folds and his fist, dragging it up and down, gathering your wetness on the crown. he's sure to stimulate your clit, to rub it just enough that you're getting whiny and cock hungry. That's when his touching gets lower, get he starts pressing up against you harder-
The first time his cockhead pops inside, you gasp. sukuna pulls out and promises it was an accident.
You gasp the second time it happens too.
the third time, you close your eyes and press your lips into a line, biting back your pleasure. He waits there, for you to scold him again, but it doesn't come.
he's patient though. he knows how to play this game. He pulls out again and starts a rhythm. Every two rubs against your clit, he slides just the tip of his cock inside you, just enough to get you comfortable. he gives you some little, shallow thrusts. it's a test, to see if you're ready.
when you are, there's a final pop in. His cock slides in, ever so slowly, until half of his cock is fit inside.
"good girl," he says. "listen to your pussy. listen to what she wants. lemme give her what she needs."
then he fucks you how he always planned to. deep and raw
“you’re really goin’ for it, huh?” FRATBOY!SATORU rasps over the loud, wet squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock down. you can’t even talk—just whimper these pitiful little “uh, uh, uh” sounds every time you slam onto his dick, while he just lounged back on the shitty couch of the frat house, smirking like a dick.
his thick, veiny cocks splits you wide, hits balls-deep, and he eats it up, loves how your thighs shake and pussy drips. “aw, fuck, look at you,” he purrs. “already dumb as hell on my cock. poor baby can’t even spit out a word.”
“s-satoru…” you try, but it’s a whiny mess, lost in the loud clap of your ass against his thighs. he cackles, head tips back, white hair’s shoved back under a backwards cap, messy and sticking out at the edges, giving him that fratboy douchebag look that’s somehow still hot as hell. “that’s it? my name and some drool? fuckin’ sad.”
he thrusts up, hard and mean, rams his cock so deep you shriek, pussy clamps tight, juices squirt down his shaft. “fuck... pussy’s so wet i should feel bad for you but shit’s hot—look at that cute little face." his grabs your chin rough, tilts your face as spit rolls down from your slack mouth and he smears the drool over your lips with his thumb, grins wider at the sight.
you want to say something, anything, but your head’s empty, legs wobble as you ride him and he watches, like he feels sorry your brain’s mush on his dick already. another thrust, grinding your sloppy cunt harder onto him, and you whine, loud, needy, pathetic and satoru grins. “there it is. that’s my girl.”
"Stop. Moving," Toji groans, sleepily, as he tightens his arms around you and buries his face into your back. This is the third time you try to wake him up by shifting on the bed and he is not having it.
"It's time to wake up, Toji. If you don't want to get up, you can stay here while I go make us breakfast."
Toji hums in disapproval. "What's the point in staying behind if you're not gonna be here? Let's just..." he sighs, nuzzling his face into your back, getting comfy, again. "...stay in bed a little longer. Let me keep you like this for a few more hours- minutes. I said minutes."
"Baby," you say, through a laugh. "It's almost ten. I know that if you could, you would stay in bed all day-"
"We would stay in bed all day," he corrects, his voice a low grumble.
"We would stay in bed all day," you repeat. "But... I want breakfast, and I know you'll want breakfast, too, once you smell all the food. I know how much you love your bacon," you add, trying to persuade him.
"Brunch sounds better," he mutters, stomping on your argument.
"No, breakfast sounds better," you argue, to which he groans, dramatically—almost childishly. "Oh my god, Toji," you say, in utter disbelief of the way he's acting.
"Shh... let's sleep," he murmurs.
You sigh, defeated. "Five minutes. That's all you get. Five more minutes." Toji doesn't even respond, too busy dozing off to make the most of these measly fives minutes, you "generously" offered. And, yes, you were generous, because five minutes became ten minutes, and then fifteen, until you reached the limit you had set—twenty minutes.
After the twenty minutes, you start moving around a little. You flip onto your back to get a look at the sleeping hulk that's been clinging to you. He just adjusts to the new position, not bothered in the slightest as he rests his head on your shoulder.
"Toji," you call, softly, waiting a few seconds to see if he reacts. When his steady breathing is still all you hear, you decide to try again. "Bear," you call, dragging your fingertip along the slope of his nose. "Wake up," you murmur when his brows pull together. "Hi, baby," you coo, smiling when he just blinks his sleep-ridden eyes.
"That didn't feel like five minutes," he mumbles, his voice raspy.
"It was twenty," you respond, a soft laugh following. You press a kiss to the top of his head and watch the way he subtly eases up a little more. The crease between his brows is gone, now. "Let's go have breakfast, alright? Some coffee will do you good."
"Fine," he grumbles, before rising slowly from where he lays on you, like he weighs tons.
You turn over to see the subtle jut of his lips, a small detail that never fails to make you laugh when he doesn't get what he wants.
"What's that thing you always say to me? 'If you keep pouting, I'm gonna kiss you'," you say, mimicking his voice.
"I'm gonna kiss you," he mutters under his breath, like the grumpiest bear.
"Ooo, I'm sooo scared," you say, your voice doused with sarcasm. "Please, don't do it. I definitely don't want you to kiss me," you jest, smiling to yourself as you walk towards the door. Your hand doesn't even reach the doorknob, before you're caged against the wooden slab. Two enormous hands rest on the door, preventing you from getting it open. He's discovered a loophole that gets you to be the one who wants to kiss him.
"Pay the Toji Tax," he murmurs, tiredly.
"Now, why would I do that? I haven't asked you for help with anything," you argue.
"You need my help getting the door open," he says, matter-of-factly.
"I don't need your help getting the door open. You just need to move out of the way so that I can open it."
"So, ask me to move. Simple, no?"
"Can you pretty please, with a cherry on top move so that I can open the door and make us breakfast?" You plead, your voice monotonous.
"Sure, for three kisses," he says, naming his price.
"It's unfair to Toji Tax me when you're the one keeping both of us from getting out."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but you either pay the price or you rot in here with me until your precious little breakfast time turns into brunch, or even lunch time. Hell, dinner time might even roll around."
You turn around, slowly, your expression contemplative. A hum, just as mindful, reaches Toji's ears.
"You'd starve both of us for three kisses?" You question, your expression unchanging from its depiction of disbelief.
"Shamelessly and repeatedly. You wanna make it seem like kissing me is a job, I can play along and treat it that way. You can't go until you finish your task, and if you do it wrong, you get to do it again."
"Tojiii," you whine.
"Babyyy," he mocks, smirking at your rising impatience.
"Fine," you agree, bending to his will. You reach out to cup his face, but Toji takes a step back before you can touch him.
"What did I just say about getting it wrong? You really don't wanna kiss me, do you?"
"I do," you argue.
"Well, it doesn't feel like it. Seems like you just wanna get it over with so that i'll let you open the door."
"I'm sorry. I do wanna kiss you."
"How bad?" He pokes, loving the way you tilt your head, your expression unamused. "Plead your case, ma. How bad do you wanna kiss me?"
"So bad," you utter.
"Don't believe it," he responds, not moved enough by your words.
"Toji, I wanna kiss you so bad," you repeat.
"No, you don't," he denies. "I'm not feeling how much you wanna kiss me."
"Baby," you start, your voice exaggeratedly sentimental, your gaze filled with a saccharine amount of love. "I wanna kiss you so damn bad. It's not even funny."
"The way you're making it up is funny, though," he fires back. He's having a ball with this, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from cracking. Then, he sees you powering up, getting ready to go full siren. "You got it," he says, encouraging your theatrics.
With a deep inhale, the show commences.
"Pleaseeee! Oh god, please, please, the prettiest of pleases," you cry out. "If you love me—shit—if you value puppy lives... Oh my goodness, I can't even get it out. It's... it's too much. My desire-" you break out of your own drama scene to release a cackle at your word choice. "My... desire to kiss you..." you press your lips together, finding it difficult to hold it together when you see how entertained Toji looks. You use it to your advantage, adding a little head shake and dragging yourself down on the door, appearing to have crumbled to the ground. "I can't contain it. I just... I can't. Please," you whisper, weakly, looking up at Toji, pathetically, from where you sit on the floor.
Toji is very familiar with your dramatic fits, but this one takes the cake. You stunned him for a solid ten seconds. He peers down at you, his hands still planted on the door.
"And you called me dramatic earlier. Did you hear yourself just now? All that for some kisses?"
"Not just any kisses. Your kisses," you respond, with a satisfied smile and a nod.
"Get up," he commands, offering you his hands for assistance in standing up. You take them and push yourself up and off the ground, smiling softly when your hands remain in Toji's. He loves when you look at him like that—with your eyes all shiny and that smile on your lips that expresses the joy you find in these ridiculous moments with him. In one fell swoop, you pull his arms around you and reciprocate the gesture, giving him a big squeeze. Obviously, to him, it's anything but a big squeeze, but it brings a smile to his face anyway.
"Please, let me make you breakfast," you plead.
"You still have to kiss me," he insists.
You smile as you take half a step back to be able to see him. Stubborn as ever, he still really wants his kisses.
"Come here, baby," you call, your voice so sweet that it's almost a coo. You outstretch your hands in preparation for cupping his cheeks.
"Mmm... I like that," he murmurs, lips pulled into a smirk as he tightens his arms around you a little more and starts leaning in. "Three kisses, pretty, but you know I won't complain if you want to give me more."
"We'll see," you tease, smiling as your lips connect for the first kiss. Your hands gently mold into the softness of his cheeks, your fingertips grazing his jaw. It's soft, sweet, a little impatient on both ends, but controlled for the most part. Like you're kissing without a limit, that second kiss is easily melted into and attained, leading you to the third and supposed final one.
Once that one concludes, you decide to be nice and reward him with a bonus kiss. This one lasts longer, and you hum into it, like kissing him is your favorite thing to do in the world. Your thumbs stroke his cheeks a couple times, before you release him with a loud "mmmwah!" and step back, releasing an irrepressible giggle.
"Give me another one, just like that," he requests, taking that step towards you, again. "Come on," he pleads, grabbing your hands and pulling them up to place them on his face. "One more, doll?" His hands lower to your waist, and when you smile and roll your eyes, he knows he's won.
"Alright, only one more, bear," you comply, standing on your tippy toes to meet his lips one. last. time.
Once your lips brush against his, you hold them there for a few seconds. No movement, nothing crazy, just warm softness. You can feel yourself wanting to laugh, but you hold it together for a few a couple more seconds. After you do the same "mmmwah!" sound, you finally let your soft laugh out.
Toji smirks, his gaze darting between your eyes and the lips he just kissed, as he unwinds his arms from your waist and steps back, giving you the space to open the door and let both of you out.
"Toji Tax paid. You can open the door now," he says, grinning contentedly at the way you press your lips together in amusement, before turning around and pulling the door open.
Breakfast would be yet another task and a half for you to complete. With Toji trailing back and forth after you in the small kitchen area, refusing to be anywhere you weren't, you're surprised nothing ended up burning.
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