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the concept of sukuna’s stomach mouth having a pierced tongue

or a split tongue.

with both sides pierced

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there’s no eater like toji zenin. 18+

cw: oral sex ofc and yes the reader’s ass IS getting eaten too; afab!reader with no specified gender; use of sex toy; a lil twist at the end.

toji’s not your first munch, that’s for sure. you’ve been with quite a few people before, but — and you could put this on your name — you’re sure no one that walks this earth at this very moment could eat it like he does even if they tried to.

you can’t wrap your head around what it is that he does differently compared to the people you’ve been with before. maybe it’s the way he doesn’t bat an eye when you squirt all over his mouth and chin as his thick fingers curl inside your throbbing sex, paired up with the unrelenting lapping and slurping at your swollen clit. he never misses the perfect spot, not even once, both inside and out. well, it’d be surprising if he did, considering just how many times he’s had his mouth, hands and dick in there.

(has anyone ever made you squirt from head alone, before him? you can’t quite recall…)

maybe it’s the way he bucks into the mattress like a dog in heat and consequentially comes untouched solely from having his tongue all up your wet heat. every single time. you’d tease him for it if only you were able to get some actual words out instead of just hiccups, gasps and cries.

perhaps it’s none of those things.

it could actually be the way he doesn’t forget about your asshole.

most people don’t pay it the attention it deserves. but toji definitely isn’t like ‘most people’, is he?

he’d slide back and forth between your ass and cunt like he’s been starved; he’d groan too, making you wonder if he’s actually more blissed out than you. you’d feel his rough hands squeeze the back of your thighs to the point of it hurting delightfully as he folds your legs back like you’re some kind of lawn chair, your knees almost brushing against your shoulders. and you’d pull his hair, squirm, cry… to the point where you’ve came so much you actually can’t feel anything anymore, and if you do, it’s not as pleasurable. only then he’d stop.

much like what’s happening right now.

you’ve tortured your throbbing clit to the point where the previously enjoyable buzzing of the vibrator in your hand is now irritatingly uncomfortable (you’ve been chasing your third orgasm for, what… twenty minutes now?), so you decide that it’s best for you to turn the whole thing off and call it a night.

because no amount of vibrations with changing patterns could ever make you orgasm and squirt as much as toji used to do. too bad you two broke up.

…you still have his number, though.

which is currently saved as “DO NOT TEXT FOR ANY REASON”.

you roll over the mess you’ve made of your bed to reach for your phone on the nightstand. the unstoppable willpower of an horny mind has to be studied.

but then, is it ever that serious? the reason you two broke up, i mean. it’s been months. you can’t even recall how the argument that split you two apart went down anymore (or maybe your mind is just still a bit hazed from the thigh-shaking orgasms you’ve brought yourself to). and you’re sure the bastard misses you too, even though he’d never admit that out loud.

so your thumbs dance atop the keyboard of your smartphone without actually typing anything out on the so called “DO NOT TEXT FOR ANY REASON” contact, and that’s when you recall reading somewhere that you simply cannot lose your best eater. therefore, you finally decide to type out your text:

come over in 10 and don’t ask any questions

his reply comes shortly after– immediately, actually. in fact, you barely have the time to close the app before you freak out as post-nut clarity finally hits. the notification pops up with a bling at the top of the screen and makes you flinch slightly.

see, he still has a soft spot for you.

Make it 5.

toji is many things. but he’s not a liar. so hurry and clean yourself up before he finds out that you reached out to him because you were masturbating to the thought of him eating you out only to realize that a sex toy is never going to be able to replicate that feeling. his ego is almost bigger than his cock, so there’s no need for that.

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──── ⋆˙⟡ a bit of suguru worship bc i miss my wife ⋮ gn!reader. suggestive content.

there are a few elements you’re able to distinguish in the air of your shared room. those being the scent of his argan oil body wash subsided by a salty note of sweat, and the unmistakable smell of sex and everything that comes with it.

you’ve been awake for an undefined amount of time, unable to peel your gaze off of suguru’s wide back. the deep orange of the sun’s rays of this early hour hugs the outline of his body, making him look otherworldly as if he doesn’t naturally do already.

it feels like a sin to try and reach for something that looks so pure, but you can’t help yourself. not when your fingertips tingle with the need to feel for the familiar softness of his jet black locks, cascading like spilled ink on the creamy-white sheets. and so you inch closer to his form, lips brushing ever so gently against his shoulder before you sink your chin in the hollow of his neck.

he doesn’t move at first. he lets you pepper warm kisses along his jaw and cheek as your hand comes up to cradle the back of his head, while the other rests idly upon his hip. he lets you breathe him in, he lets you snake your hand up his torso until you’re cupping his cheek, gently coaxing him to turn his head so you can remind yourself why life’s worth living and finally meet his lips, still a bit swollen from the activities of just a few hours prior. you can still taste yourself on them and that’s when your brain turns to mush all over again.

he’s too good for you.

but it’s too soon to think that, because before you realize it he’s turning his body to face you completely, arms coming around your body like that’s what they were made for.

only then does he kiss you back. only then he huffs a laugh because he knows you love him to pieces, and as tender as he is, he’s still suguru. he’s going to be a bit arrogant about it. not in a mean way, no. never, with you. but in a way that stings, that’s for sure. in a way that leaves you begging for more even though you know you don’t have to. he has all you need and he’s going to give it to you. just-

“be patient,” he murmurs against your neck, the gentle hum of his sleepy, hoarse voice sending warm waves through your guts.

“hm?” you manage to get out, melting deeper against his chest.

“be more patient, next time. i was last inside you barely four hours ago.”

“that’s not why i woke you up.”

“cuddling still requires for our souls to be inside one another.”

“…right.”