Summary: Your ex-husband loves to meddle in areas where he isn't supposed to be involved in.
Warnings: MDNI! Smut, Manipulation, Yandere Undertones, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Spitting, Breeding Kink, Creampie
Co-parenting, that’s all this thing is supposed to be. When you and Toji decided to separate, you agreed to remain cordial. You were going to remain in each other’s lives whether you liked it or not. Being cordial was the only option in your eyes, but you must say that it’s hard sometimes, especially with Toji. He doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s clear that he’s jealous. Every time he’s made aware that you’re seeing someone, Toji seethes with jealousy. It’s hard not to notice the change in attitude whenever you bring a possible boyfriend around, Toji becomes a total jackass. And after the first introduction, they all magically disappear from your life.
Toji claims it isn’t his doing, but you’re sure that it is. The snide remarks and weird attitude certainly push them away– You once caught the man threatening to beat the living life out of one of your boyfriends. He’s doing something to drive them away. You aren’t sure if it’s the same tactic each time, but he’s doing something.
“That’s weird,” you comment, brows furrowing as you check your phone. You’re doing it in front of Toji on purpose. He sits comfortably on your couch, watching as you walk over and sit down beside him.
“What’s weird?” he asks, eyes glued to the television, refusing to look anywhere else. Though Megumi has fallen asleep, he makes himself comfortable in your home.
“The guy I was talking to blocked me,” you share, and you watch his eyes light up as they look at you. Though he doesn’t look shocked, even when he furrows his brows to pretend like he’s confused.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be.” He ends up shrugging, making you click your tongue. You put your phone down, crossing your arms and biting your tongue so you don’t start cursing Toji out.
“Toji,” you say, making him hum in response, raising his brows. “What did you do this time?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He puts his hands up defensively, making you roll your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth, that isn’t hard to see.
“You always do this, Toji. I’m sick of it.” You slightly raise your voice, being mindful that your son is asleep. There’s that taunting smirk on his face that nearly makes you see red, but luckily, you stay composed.
“Do what, honey? I haven’t done a thing,” he claims, and you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. This is what he does– Whenever he’s in the wrong he acts completely oblivious, nearly driving you insane. This wasn’t supposed to be your issue anymore considering you’re just co-parenting.
“Toji.” You can only utter his name, trying your best to remain composed.
“I don’t even know his name, how the hell am I supposed to know why this guy blocked you?” he says, and you frown. You chew on the inside of your cheek, wondering how the hell Toji would know. Maybe you’re just in your head about it. You want someone to blame and your ex-husband just happens to be the perfect person.
Ultimately, you sigh. You mutter, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, dear.” You barely notice how he’s moving closer to you, invading your personal space. Before you know it, his hand goes under your chin, tilting your head up. He forces you to make eye contact though you avert your gaze. “You know you can always rant to me about it.”
“I’m just tired of dating,” you confess, and you watch a mocking pout come to his face.
“You know he’s a big loser, I’d do anything to be with you again.” He says the right words to butter you up, and you’re foolishly listening. Usually, you ignore what Toji has to say, but you’re tired. “You’re the perfect woman, what kind of idiot would let you go?”
“You,” you answer, earning a laugh from him. He can get the facts straight, or he can appease you and perhaps get lucky tonight. That’s what he’s been working for, right? Being right isn’t going to get him anywhere.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You practically feel his breath on your face, his lips inching closer. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you give him a slight nod. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
You should move back and put your distance. You’re easily falling into his trap, you know it. You’re not an idiot– Well maybe a little bit. Enough to wrap around his finger without any true effort.
“Hmm… How could you possibly do that?” You bite down your lips, eyes glancing into his lustful gaze.
“You know no one’s ever going to make you feel as good as I do,” he answers, and you nearly melt. The room gets hot, and you can barely breathe. You’re not crossing that line. You’ll let him do the dirty work.
“I don’t buy it,” you tease, fighting back a smirk. He laughs. He knows better than anyone that he’s right. He’s cocky, but rightfully so.
“I doubt you’ve forgotten,” he mutters before his lips lock on yours. Pulling away doesn’t even cross your mind, quickly intoxicated with his kiss. He starts off soft and gentle, quickly becoming more intense as the temperature rises.
Sneaky hands go down your waist, going under your shirt and tracing your skin. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He pulls away, kissing your jaw before lips go to your ear, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
You know that this is the perfect opportunity to back out and pretend as if nothing has happened. Except, you want this. Your body is burning for Toji, and you need to feel his skin on yours. You don’t think twice about it.
You stand up, grab his hand and go back to your bedroom without even thinking of the possible consequences. You lock the door behind you, and his lips crash on yours again. He’s sloppy, rushed. If he doesn’t seize the opportunity now, he might never get another chance.
He pulls away, trying to get your shirt off you, desperately needing to see every inch of your body. You share the same desperation, becoming clumsy with how bad you want to take off your shirt. Once it’s on the ground, his lips go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on your body. Toji wants to send a clear message.
It’s not divine intervention. There’s a reason your relationships aren’t working, and Toji’s all to blame.
He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other tit. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back.
He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. You’re both foolishly trying to get your pants off, looking like a pair of idiots that have never taken pants off before. Once he takes off, he doesn’t waste a second before getting on the floor and spreading your legs apart.
He licks his lips as he stares at your panties. He kisses the fabric, mouth watering at the mere thought that he’s making contact with your pussy. He’s so close yet so far. He takes in your scent, nearly driving himself insane.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he mutters before pushing your panties to the side. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue focuses on your clit, making a breathy moan leave your lips.
Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. You gasp, feeling how he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting every right spot.
You’re moaning his name, eyes shutting as he makes you feel so good. It’s as if he touches your body every night– Maybe he’s right. Maybe no one will ever make you feel as good as he does. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Shit– It’s so good,” you moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name over and over again. Your climax begins to build up and you begin to get louder. It’s like the sweetest melody grace his ears as you moan his name over and over again.
He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to pleasure. His thumb plays with your clit while he says, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. It’s been a while.
He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks before his lips meet yours again in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”
You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick has been in your mouth and you’ve swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and stick your tongue to show it off to him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’ll do anything just to give you that subconscious message that you’re his and only his. Though he doubts it’ll be hard to forget after tonight.
“I need to fuck your pussy so bad, baby,” he says as he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. Thick fingers run through your slick folds, while he frees his cock with his free hand. He pumps his cock a couple of times as he tells you, “Bring your knees up to your chest.”
“Huh?” You frown, confused about the position… Why the hell would Toji want to put you in a mating press? Regardless, you do as he orders, bringing your legs up. If you were really thinking straight, you’d tell Toji to grab a condom.
Toji spits on your pussy before running his tip through your folds and sliding right in. He throws his head back, moaning your name the moment he feels you wrap around his cock.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he says, bottoming out and giving you a moment to get adjusted to his thick cock. He rolls his hips, giving slow and gentle thrusts, knowing that you’re a little sensitive after he just ate you out.
“Fuck, Toji.” You bite your tongue, feeling as his hand goes down to play with your sensitive clit. His cock hits every right spot, turning you into putty.
“Shit, baby, I need to knock you up,” he mutters as thrusts get harsher, gaining a purpose. You hear the words loud and clear, and they hold meaning– Yet they don’t stop you. You almost yell out yes, solely focusing on how he fucks you. “Need to make you mine again, baby. Need to knock you up.”
“Shit.” You actually gain arousal from what he says. The idea of Toji getting you pregnant again turns you on. You’re clenching around him, as he continues to speak about knocking you up.
“Will you let me breed you, baby? I promise to be so good to you.” Though he speaks under his breath, you hear him loud and clear. You try not to answer, sex clouding your mind and taking the better part of your judgement. And he won’t stop until he gets an answer.
“I want to make you mine again. Need to knock up your sweet little pussy.” Toji’s working you up to your second orgasm as his own release approaches.
You’re moaning his name over and over again, until you finally reach your release and utter, “Fuck, knock me up, Toji!”
The words are music to his ears, and as he chases his own release, he tells you how he’ll knock you up and make you have his baby again. Until he finally releases inside of you, emptying his seed within you.
You come down from the high, and you notice that smug smirk on his face as he pulls out of you. He’s elated, after all, co-parenting has brought you closer.
“Toji–” you begin, though your phone rings, and cuts you off. Toji’s eyes widen, and he quickly offers to get it for you, but before you can accept, he puts his pants on and rushes to the living to get it for you.
It’s the man that brought you closer– Someone who Toji told specifically not to reach out to you again. The man simply doesn’t know what’s good for him. What an ignorant fool.
Toji picks up smugly. There’s nothing to fear. After all, you’re all his.
Summary: Your ex-husband loves to meddle in areas where he isn't supposed to be involved in.
Warnings: MDNI! Smut, Manipulation, Yandere Undertones, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Spitting, Breeding Kink, Creampie
Co-parenting, that’s all this thing is supposed to be. When you and Toji decided to separate, you agreed to remain cordial. You were going to remain in each other’s lives whether you liked it or not. Being cordial was the only option in your eyes, but you must say that it’s hard sometimes, especially with Toji. He doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s clear that he’s jealous. Every time he’s made aware that you’re seeing someone, Toji seethes with jealousy. It’s hard not to notice the change in attitude whenever you bring a possible boyfriend around, Toji becomes a total jackass. And after the first introduction, they all magically disappear from your life.
Toji claims it isn’t his doing, but you’re sure that it is. The snide remarks and weird attitude certainly push them away– You once caught the man threatening to beat the living life out of one of your boyfriends. He’s doing something to drive them away. You aren’t sure if it’s the same tactic each time, but he’s doing something.
“That’s weird,” you comment, brows furrowing as you check your phone. You’re doing it in front of Toji on purpose. He sits comfortably on your couch, watching as you walk over and sit down beside him.
“What’s weird?” he asks, eyes glued to the television, refusing to look anywhere else. Though Megumi has fallen asleep, he makes himself comfortable in your home.
“The guy I was talking to blocked me,” you share, and you watch his eyes light up as they look at you. Though he doesn’t look shocked, even when he furrows his brows to pretend like he’s confused.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be.” He ends up shrugging, making you click your tongue. You put your phone down, crossing your arms and biting your tongue so you don’t start cursing Toji out.
“Toji,” you say, making him hum in response, raising his brows. “What did you do this time?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He puts his hands up defensively, making you roll your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth, that isn’t hard to see.
“You always do this, Toji. I’m sick of it.” You slightly raise your voice, being mindful that your son is asleep. There’s that taunting smirk on his face that nearly makes you see red, but luckily, you stay composed.
“Do what, honey? I haven’t done a thing,” he claims, and you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. This is what he does– Whenever he’s in the wrong he acts completely oblivious, nearly driving you insane. This wasn’t supposed to be your issue anymore considering you’re just co-parenting.
“Toji.” You can only utter his name, trying your best to remain composed.
“I don’t even know his name, how the hell am I supposed to know why this guy blocked you?” he says, and you frown. You chew on the inside of your cheek, wondering how the hell Toji would know. Maybe you’re just in your head about it. You want someone to blame and your ex-husband just happens to be the perfect person.
Ultimately, you sigh. You mutter, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, dear.” You barely notice how he’s moving closer to you, invading your personal space. Before you know it, his hand goes under your chin, tilting your head up. He forces you to make eye contact though you avert your gaze. “You know you can always rant to me about it.”
“I’m just tired of dating,” you confess, and you watch a mocking pout come to his face.
“You know he’s a big loser, I’d do anything to be with you again.” He says the right words to butter you up, and you’re foolishly listening. Usually, you ignore what Toji has to say, but you’re tired. “You’re the perfect woman, what kind of idiot would let you go?”
“You,” you answer, earning a laugh from him. He can get the facts straight, or he can appease you and perhaps get lucky tonight. That’s what he’s been working for, right? Being right isn’t going to get him anywhere.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You practically feel his breath on your face, his lips inching closer. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you give him a slight nod. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
You should move back and put your distance. You’re easily falling into his trap, you know it. You’re not an idiot– Well maybe a little bit. Enough to wrap around his finger without any true effort.
“Hmm… How could you possibly do that?” You bite down your lips, eyes glancing into his lustful gaze.
“You know no one’s ever going to make you feel as good as I do,” he answers, and you nearly melt. The room gets hot, and you can barely breathe. You’re not crossing that line. You’ll let him do the dirty work.
“I don’t buy it,” you tease, fighting back a smirk. He laughs. He knows better than anyone that he’s right. He’s cocky, but rightfully so.
“I doubt you’ve forgotten,” he mutters before his lips lock on yours. Pulling away doesn’t even cross your mind, quickly intoxicated with his kiss. He starts off soft and gentle, quickly becoming more intense as the temperature rises.
Sneaky hands go down your waist, going under your shirt and tracing your skin. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He pulls away, kissing your jaw before lips go to your ear, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
You know that this is the perfect opportunity to back out and pretend as if nothing has happened. Except, you want this. Your body is burning for Toji, and you need to feel his skin on yours. You don’t think twice about it.
You stand up, grab his hand and go back to your bedroom without even thinking of the possible consequences. You lock the door behind you, and his lips crash on yours again. He’s sloppy, rushed. If he doesn’t seize the opportunity now, he might never get another chance.
He pulls away, trying to get your shirt off you, desperately needing to see every inch of your body. You share the same desperation, becoming clumsy with how bad you want to take off your shirt. Once it’s on the ground, his lips go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on your body. Toji wants to send a clear message.
It’s not divine intervention. There’s a reason your relationships aren’t working, and Toji’s all to blame.
He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other tit. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back.
He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. You’re both foolishly trying to get your pants off, looking like a pair of idiots that have never taken pants off before. Once he takes off, he doesn’t waste a second before getting on the floor and spreading your legs apart.
He licks his lips as he stares at your panties. He kisses the fabric, mouth watering at the mere thought that he’s making contact with your pussy. He’s so close yet so far. He takes in your scent, nearly driving himself insane.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he mutters before pushing your panties to the side. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue focuses on your clit, making a breathy moan leave your lips.
Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. You gasp, feeling how he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting every right spot.
You’re moaning his name, eyes shutting as he makes you feel so good. It’s as if he touches your body every night– Maybe he’s right. Maybe no one will ever make you feel as good as he does. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Shit– It’s so good,” you moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name over and over again. Your climax begins to build up and you begin to get louder. It’s like the sweetest melody grace his ears as you moan his name over and over again.
He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to pleasure. His thumb plays with your clit while he says, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. It’s been a while.
He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks before his lips meet yours again in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”
You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick has been in your mouth and you’ve swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and stick your tongue to show it off to him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’ll do anything just to give you that subconscious message that you’re his and only his. Though he doubts it’ll be hard to forget after tonight.
“I need to fuck your pussy so bad, baby,” he says as he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. Thick fingers run through your slick folds, while he frees his cock with his free hand. He pumps his cock a couple of times as he tells you, “Bring your knees up to your chest.”
“Huh?” You frown, confused about the position… Why the hell would Toji want to put you in a mating press? Regardless, you do as he orders, bringing your legs up. If you were really thinking straight, you’d tell Toji to grab a condom.
Toji spits on your pussy before running his tip through your folds and sliding right in. He throws his head back, moaning your name the moment he feels you wrap around his cock.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he says, bottoming out and giving you a moment to get adjusted to his thick cock. He rolls his hips, giving slow and gentle thrusts, knowing that you’re a little sensitive after he just ate you out.
“Fuck, Toji.” You bite your tongue, feeling as his hand goes down to play with your sensitive clit. His cock hits every right spot, turning you into putty.
“Shit, baby, I need to knock you up,” he mutters as thrusts get harsher, gaining a purpose. You hear the words loud and clear, and they hold meaning– Yet they don’t stop you. You almost yell out yes, solely focusing on how he fucks you. “Need to make you mine again, baby. Need to knock you up.”
“Shit.” You actually gain arousal from what he says. The idea of Toji getting you pregnant again turns you on. You’re clenching around him, as he continues to speak about knocking you up.
“Will you let me breed you, baby? I promise to be so good to you.” Though he speaks under his breath, you hear him loud and clear. You try not to answer, sex clouding your mind and taking the better part of your judgement. And he won’t stop until he gets an answer.
“I want to make you mine again. Need to knock up your sweet little pussy.” Toji’s working you up to your second orgasm as his own release approaches.
You’re moaning his name over and over again, until you finally reach your release and utter, “Fuck, knock me up, Toji!”
The words are music to his ears, and as he chases his own release, he tells you how he’ll knock you up and make you have his baby again. Until he finally releases inside of you, emptying his seed within you.
You come down from the high, and you notice that smug smirk on his face as he pulls out of you. He’s elated, after all, co-parenting has brought you closer.
“Toji–” you begin, though your phone rings, and cuts you off. Toji’s eyes widen, and he quickly offers to get it for you, but before you can accept, he puts his pants on and rushes to the living to get it for you.
It’s the man that brought you closer– Someone who Toji told specifically not to reach out to you again. The man simply doesn’t know what’s good for him. What an ignorant fool.
Toji picks up smugly. There’s nothing to fear. After all, you’re all his.
Summary: Your ex-husband loves to meddle in areas where he isn't supposed to be involved in.
Warnings: MDNI! Smut, Manipulation, Yandere Undertones, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Spitting, Breeding Kink, Creampie
Co-parenting, that’s all this thing is supposed to be. When you and Toji decided to separate, you agreed to remain cordial. You were going to remain in each other’s lives whether you liked it or not. Being cordial was the only option in your eyes, but you must say that it’s hard sometimes, especially with Toji. He doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s clear that he’s jealous. Every time he’s made aware that you’re seeing someone, Toji seethes with jealousy. It’s hard not to notice the change in attitude whenever you bring a possible boyfriend around, Toji becomes a total jackass. And after the first introduction, they all magically disappear from your life.
Toji claims it isn’t his doing, but you’re sure that it is. The snide remarks and weird attitude certainly push them away– You once caught the man threatening to beat the living life out of one of your boyfriends. He’s doing something to drive them away. You aren’t sure if it’s the same tactic each time, but he’s doing something.
“That’s weird,” you comment, brows furrowing as you check your phone. You’re doing it in front of Toji on purpose. He sits comfortably on your couch, watching as you walk over and sit down beside him.
“What’s weird?” he asks, eyes glued to the television, refusing to look anywhere else. Though Megumi has fallen asleep, he makes himself comfortable in your home.
“The guy I was talking to blocked me,” you share, and you watch his eyes light up as they look at you. Though he doesn’t look shocked, even when he furrows his brows to pretend like he’s confused.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be.” He ends up shrugging, making you click your tongue. You put your phone down, crossing your arms and biting your tongue so you don’t start cursing Toji out.
“Toji,” you say, making him hum in response, raising his brows. “What did you do this time?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He puts his hands up defensively, making you roll your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth, that isn’t hard to see.
“You always do this, Toji. I’m sick of it.” You slightly raise your voice, being mindful that your son is asleep. There’s that taunting smirk on his face that nearly makes you see red, but luckily, you stay composed.
“Do what, honey? I haven’t done a thing,” he claims, and you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. This is what he does– Whenever he’s in the wrong he acts completely oblivious, nearly driving you insane. This wasn’t supposed to be your issue anymore considering you’re just co-parenting.
“Toji.” You can only utter his name, trying your best to remain composed.
“I don’t even know his name, how the hell am I supposed to know why this guy blocked you?” he says, and you frown. You chew on the inside of your cheek, wondering how the hell Toji would know. Maybe you’re just in your head about it. You want someone to blame and your ex-husband just happens to be the perfect person.
Ultimately, you sigh. You mutter, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, dear.” You barely notice how he’s moving closer to you, invading your personal space. Before you know it, his hand goes under your chin, tilting your head up. He forces you to make eye contact though you avert your gaze. “You know you can always rant to me about it.”
“I’m just tired of dating,” you confess, and you watch a mocking pout come to his face.
“You know he’s a big loser, I’d do anything to be with you again.” He says the right words to butter you up, and you’re foolishly listening. Usually, you ignore what Toji has to say, but you’re tired. “You’re the perfect woman, what kind of idiot would let you go?”
“You,” you answer, earning a laugh from him. He can get the facts straight, or he can appease you and perhaps get lucky tonight. That’s what he’s been working for, right? Being right isn’t going to get him anywhere.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You practically feel his breath on your face, his lips inching closer. Your breath gets caught up in your chest, and you give him a slight nod. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
You should move back and put your distance. You’re easily falling into his trap, you know it. You’re not an idiot– Well maybe a little bit. Enough to wrap around his finger without any true effort.
“Hmm… How could you possibly do that?” You bite down your lips, eyes glancing into his lustful gaze.
“You know no one’s ever going to make you feel as good as I do,” he answers, and you nearly melt. The room gets hot, and you can barely breathe. You’re not crossing that line. You’ll let him do the dirty work.
“I don’t buy it,” you tease, fighting back a smirk. He laughs. He knows better than anyone that he’s right. He’s cocky, but rightfully so.
“I doubt you’ve forgotten,” he mutters before his lips lock on yours. Pulling away doesn’t even cross your mind, quickly intoxicated with his kiss. He starts off soft and gentle, quickly becoming more intense as the temperature rises.
Sneaky hands go down your waist, going under your shirt and tracing your skin. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him closer. He pulls away, kissing your jaw before lips go to your ear, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
You know that this is the perfect opportunity to back out and pretend as if nothing has happened. Except, you want this. Your body is burning for Toji, and you need to feel his skin on yours. You don’t think twice about it.
You stand up, grab his hand and go back to your bedroom without even thinking of the possible consequences. You lock the door behind you, and his lips crash on yours again. He’s sloppy, rushed. If he doesn’t seize the opportunity now, he might never get another chance.
He pulls away, trying to get your shirt off you, desperately needing to see every inch of your body. You share the same desperation, becoming clumsy with how bad you want to take off your shirt. Once it’s on the ground, his lips go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on your body. Toji wants to send a clear message.
It’s not divine intervention. There’s a reason your relationships aren’t working, and Toji’s all to blame.
He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other tit. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back.
He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. You’re both foolishly trying to get your pants off, looking like a pair of idiots that have never taken pants off before. Once he takes off, he doesn’t waste a second before getting on the floor and spreading your legs apart.
He licks his lips as he stares at your panties. He kisses the fabric, mouth watering at the mere thought that he’s making contact with your pussy. He’s so close yet so far. He takes in your scent, nearly driving himself insane.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he mutters before pushing your panties to the side. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue focuses on your clit, making a breathy moan leave your lips.
Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. You gasp, feeling how he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting every right spot.
You’re moaning his name, eyes shutting as he makes you feel so good. It’s as if he touches your body every night– Maybe he’s right. Maybe no one will ever make you feel as good as he does. The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
“Shit– It’s so good,” you moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name over and over again. Your climax begins to build up and you begin to get louder. It’s like the sweetest melody grace his ears as you moan his name over and over again.
He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to pleasure. His thumb plays with your clit while he says, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. It’s been a while.
He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks before his lips meet yours again in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”
You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick has been in your mouth and you’ve swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and stick your tongue to show it off to him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’ll do anything just to give you that subconscious message that you’re his and only his. Though he doubts it’ll be hard to forget after tonight.
“I need to fuck your pussy so bad, baby,” he says as he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. Thick fingers run through your slick folds, while he frees his cock with his free hand. He pumps his cock a couple of times as he tells you, “Bring your knees up to your chest.”
“Huh?” You frown, confused about the position… Why the hell would Toji want to put you in a mating press? Regardless, you do as he orders, bringing your legs up. If you were really thinking straight, you’d tell Toji to grab a condom.
Toji spits on your pussy before running his tip through your folds and sliding right in. He throws his head back, moaning your name the moment he feels you wrap around his cock.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he says, bottoming out and giving you a moment to get adjusted to his thick cock. He rolls his hips, giving slow and gentle thrusts, knowing that you’re a little sensitive after he just ate you out.
“Fuck, Toji.” You bite your tongue, feeling as his hand goes down to play with your sensitive clit. His cock hits every right spot, turning you into putty.
“Shit, baby, I need to knock you up,” he mutters as thrusts get harsher, gaining a purpose. You hear the words loud and clear, and they hold meaning– Yet they don’t stop you. You almost yell out yes, solely focusing on how he fucks you. “Need to make you mine again, baby. Need to knock you up.”
“Shit.” You actually gain arousal from what he says. The idea of Toji getting you pregnant again turns you on. You’re clenching around him, as he continues to speak about knocking you up.
“Will you let me breed you, baby? I promise to be so good to you.” Though he speaks under his breath, you hear him loud and clear. You try not to answer, sex clouding your mind and taking the better part of your judgement. And he won’t stop until he gets an answer.
“I want to make you mine again. Need to knock up your sweet little pussy.” Toji’s working you up to your second orgasm as his own release approaches.
You’re moaning his name over and over again, until you finally reach your release and utter, “Fuck, knock me up, Toji!”
The words are music to his ears, and as he chases his own release, he tells you how he’ll knock you up and make you have his baby again. Until he finally releases inside of you, emptying his seed within you.
You come down from the high, and you notice that smug smirk on his face as he pulls out of you. He’s elated, after all, co-parenting has brought you closer.
“Toji–” you begin, though your phone rings, and cuts you off. Toji’s eyes widen, and he quickly offers to get it for you, but before you can accept, he puts his pants on and rushes to the living to get it for you.
It’s the man that brought you closer– Someone who Toji told specifically not to reach out to you again. The man simply doesn’t know what’s good for him. What an ignorant fool.
Toji picks up smugly. There’s nothing to fear. After all, you’re all his.
Story Summary: He doesn’t care anymore. His past won’t haunt him. Toji let you go so you could fulfill your duty and get married off to the head of the Gojo clan, he doesn’t care whether you live or die– But he must say it is kind of weird that the brat next to you looks like his carbon copy.
The day Megumi was born is as clear as day in Toji’s mind. Fifteen years ago Toji ran to the hospital after receiving the news that his wife went into labor. His white shirt was covered in blood, knuckles all bruised up and eyes fighting to stay open after a long job. That night he swore he’d completely change. His wife’s pleas finally worked, and Toji became a changed man.
Toji’s life has vastly changed since then. Megumi is no longer the chubby baby that would cry at a loud thud, but rather a grumpy teenager who’s ready to begin the next chapter of his life. A chapter that’s farther than what Toji would like. Toji remains stoic about it, but he already misses Megumi’s presence.
“How many boxes do you need?” Toji scoffs, watching the room that his son grew up in slowly become empty. Megumi packs as if he plans on not coming back home, and Toji doesn’t have the guts to tell him to leave some stuff behind.
“I just need a couple more,” the teenager answers, making Toji click his tongue.
“Take the walls while you’re at it.” Toji tries not to let it be known that he’s upset about the fact that Megumi isn’t too bothered about moving out. The teenager almost seems happy about it. At least that’s how it feels like.
“What time are we leaving tomorrow?” Megumi ignores his father’s comment, deciding that there’s more important tasks at hand.
“I dunno, you decide,” Toji answers. Instead of standing there and watching his son pack up, Toji chooses to sit down in the living room and stare at the wall. He doesn’t have the energy for anything these days. He’s felt like that for the past six years. He just blames it on Megumi, having a teenager isn’t easy.
“Are you going to help me move in?” Megumi asks, carrying a box and setting it down near the front door.
“Thought you wanted to be a little more independent?” the man responds, and Megumi clicks his tongue.
“So no,” he replies.
Toji sighs. “Yes.”
“What’s up with you? Thought you’d be more thrilled about this,” Megumi comments, a hint of attitude in his voice.
“What for?” Perhaps Toji has said a handful of times that he couldn’t wait until there were no more kids in the home. It doesn’t happen that often, only when Megumi gets on the man’s last nerve. Seems the kid has taken it to heart though. “Stop being dramatic.”
“Whatever, man.” Megumi rolls his eyes as he goes back to his room to pull out a couple of boxes. Toji sighs, tempted to scold the teenager for the attitude but deciding against it. It’s the last night they spend under the same room for a while, he doesn’t want to end it on a sour note.
Toji feels completely out of place when he enters the school grounds– Nothing that he hasn’t felt his whole life. Ironically, Toji was the unusual one in an unusual family.
“Are the dorm rooms too far away?” Toji asks, carrying a couple of boxes to Megumi’s dorm as he helps the boy finally move. Toji has been dreading this day since Megumi decided that this is where he would go. He didn’t really show his feelings about this moment, and now’s not going to be the moment where he suddenly becomes expressive.
The man just thought that birds left the nest a little later, but it seems that his has taken an early flight. Now he doesn’t know what he’s going to do with his days now that no one is relying on him.
“I think we’re almost there,” Megumi answers. He doesn’t know his way around campus quite yet, and it feels like they’re walking in circles.
“Fushiguro.” They both come to a stop when they hear their last names. They turn around to find a rather tall man standing right behind them; somehow he managed to pass by unscathed by Toji. Toji furrows his brows at the freak show that stands in front of him: freakishly tall, white hair, and a blindfold. Maybe Toji should’ve thought it over before letting Megumi come to this school.
“Who the fuck are you?” Toji spits out, perplexed by the presence of the man. The feeling is mutual though.
“That’s Gojo sensei,” Megumi answers, becoming rather tense in the presence of his new teacher. It’s fair to be nervous when you’re in front of someone that’s known to be overpowered. Megumi has heard a lot about Gojo, but he’s still in the dark about who Gojo really is– How is his personality? Does he have a huge ego? Is he easily angered? Is he a strict teacher?
The name makes Toji freeze up, goosebumps spreading all over his body. He breaks out in a cold sweat while trying his best to remain stoic. As if the name didn’t bring up any memories. Toji tries to look at the man’s hands, trying to find a sign of a wedding ring but the hands rest in Gojo’s pockets, hiding from Toji’s field of view.
“Your teacher?” Toji asks, making Megumi nod in response. He courtly nods at Gojo before muttering the words, “Nice to meet you.”
Gojo begins to speak, but Toji can’t process the words as he gets lost in his own mind for a second. He shouldn’t be affected this much, it’s been six years. But the only question that comes to mind when he stares at Gojo is: How is she? He wouldn’t actually ask it, but it’s bugging his mind.
“Dad,” Megumi says through gritted teeth when he notices that Toji stands motionless. It seems that Gojo and Megumi have started moving, leaving Toji behind.
Toji begins to walk behind them, a little dumbfounded that the prominent Satoru Gojo is teaching his son of all people. Not only is he caught off guard by Gojo but at the fact that he still cares enough to stand motionless at the mere reminder of her.
“Are you married?” He isn’t quite sure what prompts him to ask the question but Toji doesn’t quite think about it before asking it.
Gojo chuckles at the rather odd question, still he answers, “Sure am. Got two beautiful kids too.”
“Dad, what are you doing?” Megumi whispers with a rather threatening tone in his voice. It’s one thing to be overprotective, another one to ask a personal question like that.
“Can’t a man ask a simple question?” Toji brushes him off, making Megumi sigh.
They finally make it to the dorms, and Gojo opens the door to Megumi’s room. “Here we are.”
“Thank you,” Megumi answers, entering the room and putting down the box that’s in his arms. Toji follows suit, except he carries much more than just one box. Toji still has to go back and get more stuff while Megumi begins to settle into the room. “This is bigger than my room back at home.”
“Watch it.” Toji flicks the teenager’s forehead before turning around. “I’ll be back, I’m getting more boxes, begin unpacking.”
“I’ll help,” Gojo says, following behind Toji as he exits the room. Toji can’t help but find it odd that Gojo is going out of his way to help, but he doesn’t mind. It’s less work for him. Gojo might just be a really nice dude.
“Was it a long drive here?” Gojo tries to start a conversation as he walks alongside Toji. The car is parked a bit far from the dorms so they have quite a walk back.
“Not really,” Toji answers. It still stings that Megumi is moving out anyway, even if he’s twenty minutes away.
“Toji, right?” Gojo questions and Toji raises his brows, a little confused about how Gojo knows his name. Gojo notes Toji’s facial expression, realizing that perhaps he might have crossed a line.
“How do you know?” Toji asks, and Gojo bites down his tongue.
“Student information and emergency contacts,” Gojo reveals, and while it isn’t entirely a lie, that isn’t his main source of information. Toji hums in response, a little disappointed that it’s because of that and not because you’ve talked about him.
“Makes sense.”
“You’re odd,” Gojo says, and Toji lets out a guttural laugh. It’s not the first time he’s heard that, that’s for sure; but he thought that the older he got, the less he would hear those words. It’s been a while at least.
“Did you tag along to judge me or what?”
“Oh no, that’s not it! My eldest–” Gojo clears his throat, "is a lot like you in that sense.”
Toji stops walking, furrowing his brows in confusion. What is that supposed to mean?
“How so?” Toji asks, making Gojo stop as well. Gojo stares at Toji for a moment, trying to figure out how to say it. To any other human being, it wouldn’t make sense but within these grounds the words are baffling.
“He has no cursed energy,” he answers, making Toji frown. The words are almost unbelievable. Toji has heard of a couple of instances within the Zenin clan of members born like him; babies born with absolutely no cursed energy. Nothing within the Gojo clan– But the son of Satoru Gojo himself has no cursed energy. The son you have with Gojo.
“Are you sure?” The dumb question slips by his lips. It’s just hard for Toji to wrap his head around it. Gojo chuckles before nodding in response.
“No cursed energy whatsoever,” Gojo nods. It’s one of the reasons why Gojo made a permanent move to Tokyo, his best attempt to get away from the clan. Ever since Kenzo was born, it’s been Satoru’s priority to protect him.
“What about your other kid?” Toji asks, walking again. He can’t just stay idle while Megumi is settling down. The only reason Megumi brought him along was to help, he can’t keep the kid waiting.
“She does,” Gojo shares, walking alongside Toji again. “She’s not even a year old though, so I can’t tell you how promising she is. She sure has a lot of it though.”
“Do you want her to be like you?” Toji asks, wanting to know if you and Gojo stand on the same page. Back then you’d constantly tell Toji that you wanted to shield your kids from the jujutsu world. If it were up to you, none of your kids would have cursed energy.
“Like me?” Gojo questions, and Toji scratches the back of his neck, trying to figure out how to politely phrase it.
“Shitton of cursed energy and all that,” he answers, and Gojo sighs. He knows the answer but he shrugs.
“I have to hurry up, my kid’s almost out of school,” Gojo says, grabbing his phone and checking the time. It’s the first day for Kenzo and he promised he’d be there to pick the little rascal up.
“Don’t let me slow you down, I got Megumi’s stuff,” Toji replies. Though Gojo stays, knowing that he has enough time to help with a couple of boxes.
“You better pray that we make it there in time,” you berate your husband as you push the stroller, walking as fast as you can so you’re right outside for when your son is finally out. Satoru walks beside you, attire more civilized and laid back compared to his teaching uniform.
“We’ll make it there in time,” Satoru reassures you as he makes a couple of faces at his baby girl, trying to earn a giggle from her. Saki barely pays attention to her father today, eyes staring anywhere else. Some days she’s attached to Satoru’s hip, other days she’s too indifferent over his presence. Today is one of the latter days.
“We better, I told you to get home earlier. You know Kenzo doesn’t take tardiness lightly,” you comment, making the man laugh. You two truly have coddled that boy too much. It’s fine though, he’s five turning six, you only have so much time when it’s acceptable to coddle him.
“A student was settling in today, I tried my best,” he defends himself, and while you try to be understanding, your child is your priority right now. He notices his words don’t help much with the frown that’s on your face, and he’s forced to say, “It’s Megumi.”
“Megumi who?” you reply, eyes lighting up when you see the school in the distance. If you get there within five minutes you’ll be okay– Your son won’t even know that you were almost late.
“Fushiguro,” he says, making your eyes widen. It’s an unspoken rule that you don’t talk about them, not since Kenzo gained consciousness; the last thing you need is for the child to ask you about who Toji or Megumi are.
“Huh?” Perhaps your ears deceive you. “Megumi Fushiguro as in Toji Fushiguro’s son?”
“The one and only,” Satoru answers. “Toji was there too and I was–”
“Don’t tell me you told,” you cut him off, a little worried that Satoru was unable to control his mouth.
“I didn’t. I was just poking around for information.” Gojo makes it seem like he wasn’t the one that was mostly revealing information. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t think that Toji dude is over you.”
“Toji can go to hell after he left me at the train station,” you answer, and it seems that your choice of words upset Saki, inciting a cry from your daughter. You stop walking, pinching the bridge of your nose. “See, Toji gets her upset too.”
“Come here, my love,” Satoru pouts, scooping her up from her stroller and bouncing her. “I’m sorry, honey. I won’t bring up that man again if it makes you mad.”
“It’s fine, I guess.” You pick up the pace, realizing that you’ve lost precious time. Kenzo will be out at any moment now, and you’re still not within school grounds.
“I was talking to Saki,” Satoru responds, making you scoff.
“Can’t you just use your cursed technique?” you ask as you watch the kids exit the school building. You squint, spotting your little one standing outside, looking around for you.
“It’s first day pickup, not the end of the world," he claims, making you click your tongue.
“Fine, but you’ll deal with his attitude,” you answer, and he hums in agreement.
“Honey!” you shout, practically running to him as you get closer to the school. He meets you halfway, running towards you when he sees you. You greet him with the biggest hug, kissing his temple before asking, “How was your first day, my love?”
“Why were you late?” he asks, looking at you with worried eyes.
You try to play it off with a smile, telling him, “Daddy was late so he made me late.”
“Daddy.” Kenzo’s gaze now falls on his father, and Satoru can’t guide the guilt. He’s guilty as charged. Satoru puts Saki back in her stroller before picking up the child, ruffling his hair. That lightens up Kenzo’s mood for a change.
“Sorry, honey. I was busy with work and lost track of time,” the man admits, and the child pouts. “But we’re here now, that’s what matters.”
“I want to say hi to Saki,” Kenzo says, deciding to shift his attention elsewhere, and Satoru grins. He brings the child closer to the stroller, holding him close enough so he can kiss Saki’s cheek and wave. “Hi Saki.”
The baby smiles at her big brother, though she doesn’t wave back. She only waves when she’s in the mood and today is not one of those days.
“What do you want to eat?” You try to remain stoic, trying not to gush at the interaction between your kids.
“I could go for mochi,” Satoru answers, earning a glare from you. It’s too late now, the option is on the table and that’s what the child will take
“Actual food, not dessert,” you insist.
“I want mochi too,” Kenzo says, earning a sigh from you.
“Satoru.”
This isn’t a battle that he’s going to win, he knows. He sighs before saying, “She means actual food, champ.”
Summary: It seems like something has taken over you. Your hunger can't be satiated no matter how much Sukuna tries.
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Smut, Sex Pollen, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal, Double Penetration, Squirting, Creampie, Porn Without Plot
*Banner art by @/xSlitThroatx on twitter
“Sukuna.” You call out to him, and when he turns to see you, a genuine look of concern overtakes his face. Sweat drips down your forehead as you try to maintain your composure. You’re clearly altered by something.
“What’s up with you?” Sukuna’s hands go to your torso in fear that you might tumble over. Your hands go behind his neck, and “Why are you–”
“I was in the garden and there was this strange flower–” You can’t even finish your sentence. You’re trying to bring him down to meet your lips, muttering, “I need you. Fuck me, please please please.”
“Putting on a show for everyone?” He’s trying to tease you. Every time he even dares do something suggestive, you get too shy but you’re different today. Your lips land on his, a seething hunger flowing through you, one that only he can calm down.
Your tongue goes past his parted lips and into his mouth, wandering around until it finds his own. You’re pressing your body against his with pure desperation. You need something, and you need it now. Sukuna is not the type to really care about this type of stuff but he’s concerned because this isn’t how you usually are.
“Do me, right now.” You’re taking off your attire in the hallway, not caring if anyone that works in the place sees you. You need him, that’s all that you care about right now. Before he can even blink, you’re completely naked.
He pulls away, grabbing some of the robes on the ground and putting it over you. He’ll fulfill your wish, but first he needs some privacy. He couldn’t have cared less at first, but now he gets jealous at the mere thought of anyone seeing you naked. He hates how possessive he’s become over a woman.
“I don’t want you to put a show on for everyone.” He says before picking you up and taking you away to his room. He has other plans, Sukuna is a busy being, but all it takes is you with a request to swoop him away.
What’s more important right now is him helping you with whatever you need. All he got was that you were in the garden… Then you became the mess that you are right now. Not that he can complain.
He lays you down, taking off the robe that barely covers you. A smirk comes to his lips, admiring your body before his lips go down to meet yours for a brief moment. When he pulls away, you take action.
“Touch me here.” You grab his hand, taking it to your pussy. You’re already soaking wet, and he’s done nothing… What is up with you? Though he can’t exactly complain about it. His fingers run through your folds, gathering your slick before pushing a digit inside of you.
“You’re pulsing around me.” He comments as he inserts another finger into your cunt. You sound so lewd as he moves his fingers in and out of you, your back arching and eyes rolling to the back of your head. He sees your hand go down to play with your clit, in desperate need for more stimulation. He’s never seen you act like this. “You’re a needy slut today.”
“I need more.” You mutter as his hand goes to your wrist, stopping you from playing with yourself. You whine until he replaces it with his hand, strong fingers circling your clit and filling you with pleasure. You’re melting under his touch, your moans getting louder by the second.
You’re clenching around his thick fingers, already on the brink of an orgasm. He’s smirking, seeing that you’re a mess around him already. You’re mindlessly moaning his name as pleasure overtakes your body. You need to come.
“You’re not going to get it so fast.” He pulls his fingers out of your cunt, and they’re completely covered by your juices. He brings them up to your lips, forcing them into your mouth. “Clean them up.”
You’re humming on his fingers, rolling your tongue around them. You want to push them out and beg for him to fuck you. You need him. You need to feel his warmth inside of you desperately. You feverishly need it, your cunt is begging for it.
He takes his fingers out of your mouth, and immediately, you’re begging, “Please fuck me, Suku. Please. I need you so bad.”
“You’re so pathetic.” He tells you, taking off his robes to do as you beg. He loves to hear the begging from your lips, it’s satisfying. He’d make you please him first, but you’re clearly in need of him. You act as if you might die if he wastes another second.
You bite down your lip as you watch him get undressed, what takes you by surprise is Sukuna laying down, a pair of his arms meeting behind his head. He licks his lips before telling you, “If you want it, come and get it.”
“You’re so mean.” You respond as you get on top of him. You’re dripping on him, wetter than usual. He’s barely even touched you.
You align his top dick with your entrance, and slowly insert him inside of you. You loudly moan as his cock stretches you out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fills you up. He loves the look on your face, as you take his cock.
“Aren’t you going to move?” He’s teasing you, though you couldn’t care less what he has to say. Your mind is elsewhere. You begin to move back and forth, his cock hitting your sweet spot. You’re moaning loudly, unable to bear it.
Your pussy feels so tight around Sukuna, it takes everything in him to control himself. He needs to feel all of you. One of his large hands goes to your boobs, fingers pinching your nipple before a mouth appears on his hand and tongue circles around it.
“It’s so good, Suku.” You moan, throwing your head back as you bounce on his cock. It’s soothing the hunger that flows through your veins. It satisfies him as well. One of his hands goes to the unattended cock, thumb swiping over his slit, spreading the pre cum before he begins to jerk himself off.
“Fuck…” You curse as your hand goes down to rub your clit. You’re squeezing around him, on the brink of an orgasm. Sukuna is biting his tongue, holding back on praises as he feels your cunt clench around his cock. He can’t praise you when one of his cocks is in his hands and he jerks himself off.
You throw your head back, reaching your climax and squirting all over him. He couldn’t be prouder of you as you make a mess all over him, coating his torso with your squirt– Though that pride fades away when you take his cock out of you.
“What are you–” He begins but you turn around before you put the bottom cock in your pussy. Your hunger still lingers. He needs a bit more though, so he grabs the unattended cock and teases your asshole.
As you lower yourself on his cock again, he pushes his cock into your asshole. You loudly moan as both of your holes are filled up. This is just what you needed. You give yourself a moment to adjust before you begin to move, but Sukuna takes over. He begins to move his hips, setting a much faster pace.
“Is this enough for you?” He sounds mocking as he takes over. His fingers play with your clit, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head again. This is what you need, what’ll soothe the need that you have.
“Yes!” You practically yell, pleasure consuming you. Nails dig into your hips as Sukuna thrusts in and out of you. You’re making a mess all over him, and he couldn’t be happier.
His breath gets caught up in his chest, movements getting sloppy as he feels his release near. You feel so perfect around him, he’s not going to last forever. Especially not with how you’re acting right now, he can’t contain himself. He comes to a swift stop, filling both of your holes with so much of his cum.
He doesn’t resume moving, and you take it upon yourself to move once again. You’re milking his cock, in need of more. You plainly say, “I need more.”
Sukuna’s duty is far from over.
You nearly kill Sukuna to calm down the hunger that consumes you. He had no idea that you out of all people could do this to him. He’s so tired, he needs a week away from you to recover.
“Uraume, what do you need?” Sukuna asks as he opens the door to his room. He’s sent you away, claiming that he’s sick and doesn’t want to infect you– Matter of fact, he’s terrified of you right now. He sticks his head out of the door, looking to see if there’s a sign of you in the hallway. Once he knows he’s safe, he lets Uraume inside. “What is it?”
“I found the reason why your wife has been acting unusual.” Uraume speaks, and Sukuna’s interest is piqued. He needs the answer so the event doesn’t repeat. Yes, it was enjoyable at first… Until the man was holding on to dear life while you begged for more.
“What is it?” He’s never been more desperate for an answer. Uraume demonstrates the strange flower you were talking about, something that must be a mutation from a curse or something similar. It’s definitely unusual.
“Don’t smell it.” Uraume warns him, passing on the blue colored flower to Sukuna. Sukuna’s shaking as he holds it, scared that temptation will get the best of him and he’ll do the one thing he was warned not to do.
“Destroy it. Burn the garden and we’ll replant more flowers.” Sukuna orders, and Uraume chuckles. It’s hilarious to hear about how you tired him out. Sukuna glares at Uraume, and they apologize.
Summary: It's fair to say that solids aren't going well
Warnings: Fluff
“Oh you’re making a mess, love,” Leon coos, scooping up the yogurt that dribbles down his daughter’s chin, trying to give it back to her. Her lips are formed into a thin line, refusing to open it for the yogurt.
Ultimately the bit that’s in her mouth, she spits out. Leon sighs, knowing that not too long ago she was raving over it, but not she doesn’t want more. His girl is picky, that’s clear. He sighs. “C’mon, I know it doesn’t compare to mommy’s boob but you can give it a try.”
He’s tried everything. Every single starter food for solids. Poor thing barely has teeth, it’s not like he can start off her introduction to solids with a lobster. The food is bland, but there’s no reason for her to spit it out. He eats from that yogurt, he knows it’s good.
“Just a little taste, honey. I promise it’s good.” Leon brings the spoon closer to her lips, but her lips become pouty, refusing to open her mouth. She turns her head away when her father insists that she tries it. He ends up sighing, “Now’s not the time for attitude.”
He furrows his brows, trying to figure out how to convince his daughter to eat. She’s certainly interested in solids, her mouth waters at the sight of a good meal– She’s simply not interested in what Leon has to offer.
“Here comes the airplane,” Leon waves around the spoon, trying to get her attention again. Her eyes light up, and foolishly, she opens her mouth for Leon to shove the spoonful of yogurt in her mouth.
He thinks he’s outsmarted her, and the biggest smirk comes to his face. He did it, he got his baby to fall in his trap– Until she spits it all out, making a mess all over the highchair and clothes.
Summary: It's fair to say that solids aren't going well
Warnings: Fluff
“Oh you’re making a mess, love,” Leon coos, scooping up the yogurt that dribbles down his daughter’s chin, trying to give it back to her. Her lips are formed into a thin line, refusing to open it for the yogurt.
Ultimately the bit that’s in her mouth, she spits out. Leon sighs, knowing that not too long ago she was raving over it, but not she doesn’t want more. His girl is picky, that’s clear. He sighs. “C’mon, I know it doesn’t compare to mommy’s boob but you can give it a try.”
He’s tried everything. Every single starter food for solids. Poor thing barely has teeth, it’s not like he can start off her introduction to solids with a lobster. The food is bland, but there’s no reason for her to spit it out. He eats from that yogurt, he knows it’s good.
“Just a little taste, honey. I promise it’s good.” Leon brings the spoon closer to her lips, but her lips become pouty, refusing to open her mouth. She turns her head away when her father insists that she tries it. He ends up sighing, “Now’s not the time for attitude.”
He furrows his brows, trying to figure out how to convince his daughter to eat. She’s certainly interested in solids, her mouth waters at the sight of a good meal– She’s simply not interested in what Leon has to offer.
“Here comes the airplane,” Leon waves around the spoon, trying to get her attention again. Her eyes light up, and foolishly, she opens her mouth for Leon to shove the spoonful of yogurt in her mouth.
He thinks he’s outsmarted her, and the biggest smirk comes to his face. He did it, he got his baby to fall in his trap– Until she spits it all out, making a mess all over the highchair and clothes.
can you pls write Leon from Sweet finding out he's finally having a daughter🥹 tysm
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x f!Reader
Summary: Leon gets the best news of his life
Warnings: Fluff
Sweet
Leon knows he should’ve gotten the vasectomy sooner. He’s got four boys at home, and he’s about to find out he’s expecting his fifth. The funny thing about life is that it’s unexpected, and the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it. Leon’s doomed to be a boy dad– It’s not that he doesn’t love the four little gremlins, he’d just… Prefer to have a daughter.
“This is always nerve-racking.” A nervous laugh leaves your lips as you wait for the technician. He gives you his hand for support, laughing along with you. It’s the anatomy scan, where he’ll find out he’s having his fifth and final boy.
“I’m here,” he reassures you before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “I hope this one’s calm, we already have enough with the other four at home.”
“I’m sure he’ll be an angel,” you answer, and Leon nearly sighs. Five boys. He sure struck gold.
The technician walks into the room, and begins the proper procedure. You nearly shriek at the cold gel as it’s poured on your abdomen, a feeling you think you’d be used to at this point. Leon chuckles at your reaction, attempting to mask it with a cough when you glare at him.
Luckily, he’s saved from a scolding when your eyes fall on the screen. Leon shares the sentiment, engrossed at the sonogram of the baby. His final son. He’s nearly holding his breath as he hears the tiny little heart that’s growing inside of you.
Then he hears the dreadful question, “Do we want to know the sex?”
“No.”
“Yes.” Your voice is much louder and resounding than his own, and he almost rolls his eyes. To him there’s no point, he knows his fate. He’ll be ninety and he’ll be telling his seventy grandchildren about how he tried so hard to have a daughter, yet failed each time. You stick your tongue out at him before smiling at the technician. “We have four boys at home so he doesn’t have much hope.”
She laughs, and it throws Leon off. He guesses his misery is funny to other people. Nice to know. He ultimately sighs, “Just break the news.”
Time’s still for a moment, and the longest minute of his life passes. You gently squeeze his hand, waiting for the inevitable news.
“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy, you’re expecting a girl,” she announces, and Leon freezes. His heart stops for a moment and tears well up in his eyes before he looks at you shocked, sharing the same expression as you.
He doesn’t care if he’s causing a scene, he fills your face with kisses and thanks you over and over again. After all, he’s finally getting his little girl.
can you pls write Leon from Sweet finding out he's finally having a daughter🥹 tysm
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x f!Reader
Summary: Leon gets the best news of his life
Warnings: Fluff
Sweet
Leon knows he should’ve gotten the vasectomy sooner. He’s got four boys at home, and he’s about to find out he’s expecting his fifth. The funny thing about life is that it’s unexpected, and the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it. Leon’s doomed to be a boy dad– It’s not that he doesn’t love the four little gremlins, he’d just… Prefer to have a daughter.
“This is always nerve-racking.” A nervous laugh leaves your lips as you wait for the technician. He gives you his hand for support, laughing along with you. It’s the anatomy scan, where he’ll find out he’s having his fifth and final boy.
“I’m here,” he reassures you before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “I hope this one’s calm, we already have enough with the other four at home.”
“I’m sure he’ll be an angel,” you answer, and Leon nearly sighs. Five boys. He sure struck gold.
The technician walks into the room, and begins the proper procedure. You nearly shriek at the cold gel as it’s poured on your abdomen, a feeling you think you’d be used to at this point. Leon chuckles at your reaction, attempting to mask it with a cough when you glare at him.
Luckily, he’s saved from a scolding when your eyes fall on the screen. Leon shares the sentiment, engrossed at the sonogram of the baby. His final son. He’s nearly holding his breath as he hears the tiny little heart that’s growing inside of you.
Then he hears the dreadful question, “Do we want to know the sex?”
“No.”
“Yes.” Your voice is much louder and resounding than his own, and he almost rolls his eyes. To him there’s no point, he knows his fate. He’ll be ninety and he’ll be telling his seventy grandchildren about how he tried so hard to have a daughter, yet failed each time. You stick your tongue out at him before smiling at the technician. “We have four boys at home so he doesn’t have much hope.”
She laughs, and it throws Leon off. He guesses his misery is funny to other people. Nice to know. He ultimately sighs, “Just break the news.”
Time’s still for a moment, and the longest minute of his life passes. You gently squeeze his hand, waiting for the inevitable news.
“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy, you’re expecting a girl,” she announces, and Leon freezes. His heart stops for a moment and tears well up in his eyes before he looks at you shocked, sharing the same expression as you.
He doesn’t care if he’s causing a scene, he fills your face with kisses and thanks you over and over again. After all, he’s finally getting his little girl.
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