đđŽđŠ đđŽđŠâbut its puppy boy! choso licking his cum out of your swollen folds in the morning after a particularly strenuous rut where he creampied you six times the previous night.
it's his favorite treatâthe perfect reward for breeding you like such a good boy. and choso hates to waste a single drop :(
huh? what's starbucks?
he doesn't need any of that when he has you right at home. âĄ
it's me again. i love ur sub!jjk men smaus and have a... request......
could u write a oneshot of bratty Toji getting pegged and he's like a hater at the start but then.. .. really likes it.. ..
ok bye have a great day!!!!
pegging Toji đđžđđž
"You want to do what, Ma?" He almost chucked mockingly, seeing you stand in the doorway like that. You were wearing his favourite lingerie set he loved taking off you at night. And when his eyes wandered down, starting from your oretty face, eyes tracing the hilt of your titts, down to your curves. And then he saw it.
''I want to peg you!''
A strap-on.
He rolled his eyes, thinking this was one of your pranks again. After all, you didn't love playing the occasional prank on him. Catching him off guard was your speciality. Especially when he least expected it. So he just smirked to himself, averting his gaze back to his phone.
There was no way you were serious. You? Pegging him?? Toji Fushiguro wasn't the type to bottom, and you knew that. Yes, he was the occasional sub. Nothing less, nothing more. This was a whole other field he wasn't fond of exploring.
''Right.'' He muttered, scrolling through his phone. And you huffed. Huffed at the fact he wasn't taking you seriously. You knew you couldn't have suggested the idea of pegging him just like that. He would have laughed in your face. So you decided to go all in, wear a strap and show him just how serious you were.
But no. Not even this act was enough to show him you were very serious.
So you decided on another way of showing him how serious you were being. You walked over, and he just ignored you, continuing to stare at his phone. The bed dipped and he still didn't pay you any mind. Then you grabbed his legs, spreading them.
That got his attention.
'''The fuck are you doing, Ma?'' He almost sounded irritated. And you wanted to get a rise out of him.
You didn't answer him, instead reaching to take off his pants. But instead of succeeding and getting your way, he stopped you, holding your hands in place. You looked at him, and finally he looked at you in all seriousness asking you what you were doing.
It was a stupid question because he knew exactly what you were doing. It wasn't your fault he hadn't taken you serious the first time. So you you said those five words again. I want to peg you. It was as simple as that.
He huffed, shaking his head no.
''I'm not doing this with you today, Ma'am.''
''Oh,'' you started as he shoved you off himself. Here's where the ragebaiting started. ''I see how it is.''
Pretending to leave, you got off the bed, taking off the strap. He looked at you with a frown on his face, asking you what that was supposed to mean.
You sighed, putting on something more comfortable. ''You're scared you couldn't take me. I get it.''
Even though you were standing with your back towards him, you could feel him glaring at you. If looks could kill, his look would have killed you thrice. If your boyfriend hated one thing, it was people telling him what he could and what he couldn't do. Especially if you thought he couldn't do something.
So now, he had to prove something. Prove something to you and himself.
''I think,'' he started, standing up, getting off the bed, ''I could take it better than you do.'' With one tug, he pulled off his sweatpants alongside his boxers.
You gasped. Well, fake gasped. This was what you wanted all along.
''Now, where do you want me?''
Your plan was taking on shape. It took everything inside you not to burst out laughing. And you really wanted to laugh at him. He was so gullible, so easy to read. You loved it.
"Get on your stomach and arch your back a little.'' You had him right where you wanted him. And moments later, he was clinging to a pillow, probably embarrassed at the compromising position he found himself in. When you came up behind him, you giggled at his nervousness. You couldn't see his face, but his ears turned into a bright shade of red. ''Cute.''
''Shut up...''
So you did. Grabbing a bottle of lube you two frequently used, starting off by lubing up one of your fingers. Surely, he wouldn't be able to take more than that. Hell, you weren't even sure he would be able to take your lubed up finger, prodding at his entrance. Obviously, he clenched as soon as he felt you at his hole.
Raising your hand, coming down and smacking his ass, you told him to relax. If he didn't, he'd get hurt.
The second your hand connected with his butt cheek, he looked back at you angrily. But what could he do in this situation? He wasn't in a position to demand anything right now. So you pushed in the tip of your finger very slowly.
''Cold!'' He winced as you apologise, making a mental note to warm up the lube before using it again. Pushing past his walls, you could feel his walls resisting. Trying to push out the foreign object. Trying to stop the foreign sensation.
You bottomed out inside him, free hand rubbing his back soothingly. He let out a groan and you could feel him clenching around you. When his wals stopped resisting, you started moving slowly. Pushing in and pulling out at a slow pace, letting him warm up to the sensation.
''How does it feel?'' You wanted to make sure he wasn't in any pain. Other than the occasional groan or wince, he didn't say much, which was unusual for him. He loved teasing you so it came as a surprise to you that he wasn't telling you you sucked at this. You had almost expected him to flip you over and tell you, he'd show you how it's done.
But no. Nothing.
''I-I don't know...''
Was that a stutter? Did Toji Fushiguro just stutter? You wanted more. You wanted him to break. So you pulled out abruptly, making him gasp, lubing up a second finger, making sure to warm up the lube this time. Then, you pushed past his rim slowly, trying to fit in both of your fingers.
And he was taking you so well. When they were inside fully, he let out a shudder as a wave of electricity flooded his spine. You rubbed his back again, soothingly, making sure he was okay.
Even though you were here fo prove a point and make him go crazy, his well-being was very important to you. If he told you it hurt or he felt uncomfortable, you would stop immediately.
''Come on,'' you muttered, spreading your fingers inside him, ''you must know how you're feeling.''
''I-'' he was caught off by a whimper.
A whimper.
You had curled your fingers downwards and had found his prostate. He was so embarrassed. But that whimper went straight to your core. You wanted to hear him whimper again.
This time, you didn't bother to pull your fingers out, instead, dribbling some lube onto his hole before adding a third finger. That third finger made him bite down on your pillow, tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Then, you started curling all three fingers again. And the sounds he was making were disgustingly pretty.
You didn't even know he could sound like that.
When yiu could spread your three fingers inside of him, you knew he was more than ready to take your strap. It was laughably small actually. He would be fine, you were sure of that.
Ehen you pulled out to wear your harness again, lubing up the toy right after, he whined at the empty feeling, pushing back, clenching down on nothing. It was almost pathetic.
''Shh...'' you muttered, slapping the tip of the toy against his pulsing hole, ''I'm going to give you something better than my fingers.'' And that's when you pushed in. You couldn't believe it. You were finally inside him.
You pushed your hips against his ass slowly, watching it jiggle on impact. And them again. And again. Until you had found a steady rhythm.
Toji was shaking.
Usually, people fall apart on big dicks, telling their partner it's too big and they can't take it. Those lines had come out of your mouth when doing it with Toji a few times. But Toji was falling apart on your small strap. Barely even packing four inches at most. He clung at the bedsheets letting out groans that soon turned into whimpers.
Oh he was a mess.
It got to a point he began pushing back on you. Making sure you gave him all you had. And when you reached under him, stroking his dick alongside your thrusts he was done for. He came. Hard. He was pretty sure he had never came this hard before.
Before you could ask him if he was alright, he turned around to you, eyes glistening with mischief. ''I didn't like it.''
Synopsis: In which you join Perverted roommate!Toji in masturbating in the living room
Warnings: smut, minors/ageless blogs will be blocked, no p in v, masturbation (Toji and reader), f!reader, cursing, overuse of pet names (ma, doll, princess, kiddo once, woman), a little coercive? (I don't think so but just in case, he basically eggs her on, asking her to join the dark side), Toji's an exhibitionist, lotta spit involved here (kinda the main theme/kink), not proofread â some parts might be repetitive cause I added things in at different parts of the week
Word Count: 3.1k
Perverted roommate!Toji is disgustingly unashamed about his dick.Â
Itâs common to catch him walking in and out of his room bare butt naked â broad shoulders and sculpted back littered with scars tapering down to a slutty waist and ample cheeks. Most times he isnât even hard; heâs just too lazy to put underwear on when he needs to grab some water from the kitchen.Â
Other times, however, his cock stands like the stiffest pole known to man, threatening to poke your eye out from across the room.
âTake a picture, itâll last longer, doll,â he drawls. You avert your eyes, flustered but hiding it with a scoff.Â
âI was just thinking itâs the ugliest dick Iâve ever seen, actually.â
Perverted roommate!Toji chuckles, scarred lips stretching. âIf you werenât drooling and pressing your thighs together, I might have believed that,â he says before disappearing back into this room.
The sudden nudity you could take, albeit begrudgingly. Jerking off in the living room on the other hand?
Absolutely not.Â
He grips his cock from the base, slowly ascending to his flushed cockhead, running a thumb over the shiny slit. At least he never leaves a mess; he always cums in a wad of tissues, which he sometimes likes to leave in your bedroom bin because itâs funny to him, probably.
Oh, and the man uses nothing but spit for lubrication during his âself-careâ sessions. You know that how?
Well, because he had the gall, a while back, to beckon you over once he noticed you were standing there â gobsmacked at his audacity and obviously not turned onâ and ordered, âDo me a favour, ma? Spit on it, and make it messy, will ya?â
You spluttered, âExcuse me? I absolutely will not be doing that! Get out of here with your stupid dick and perverted hobbies.â
Perverted roommate!Toji raises a brow. âIf you want me out, yâr gonna have to lend a hand,â he smirks, âfiguratively speaking, of course. Unless you wanna stroke it for me, doll.â
âIn your dreams, old man.â
âYeah, thatâs usually how that goes. You got me.â
It was clear though that he wasnât joking.Â
He was sitting there, casually stroking his dick, showing no intention of finishing up, and waiting for you to make up your mind.
The nerve!
On any other day, you would have smacked him, or stomped away.
But your friends were coming soon â so, yes maybe you did drop a dollop of spit into the palm of his hand. Only to get him out of there ASAP though!Â
And yeah, maybe his sharp teeth came into view with his wolfish grin. Maybe it made you gulp, and maybe, just maybe, he said, âGood girl,â in a way that kept you up all night after.Â
That eventually became a routine between you.Â
All it takes is a cock of a brow and youâre sighing, spitting into his palm and pretending youâre not observing what he does with it.
Now, he's grown so comfortable he just jerks off right next to you as you watch a movie. As soon as you sit down and heâs already got his cock whipped out, you bend over and let a fat glob land on his leaking tip.Â
âThanks, doll,â he mutters, hand spreading the wetness all over his generous length. âHow was work? Everything alright?â
âHmm. Iâm exhausted.â
Perverted roommate!Toji pats your head with his spare hand, and youâre so tired you donât even care if itâs dirty. It comforts you and thatâs all that matters. âAfter I squeeze a load out, I can massage your feet. Consider us even after you did my laundry yesterday.â
âLeast you could do for me,â you retorted. âI walk on your back all the time, but do I ever get that in return?â
He grunts, rough hand rolling his heavy balls. âIf I walked on your back, Iâd break it. Trust me, youâre better off with the occasional shoulder rubs, princess.â
Absentmindedly, his words enter one ear and exit the other.Â
Shirtless, pyjama pants tucked under his balls, no signs of underwear, he seems to have just woken up from a nap (he likes to sleep naked â a fact you learned the hard way the first couple days of living with him, when you walked in without knocking to ask for your charger back).
A question youâve been meaning to ask slips out: âWhy do you jerk off in the living room?â
Perverted roommate!Toji glances down at you, then looks back at the TV, unsurprised by your question. âTo get off â ainât that clear enough?â
You roll your eyes. âObviously. I just mean, why in the living room? Is it better for you, or do you do it to bother me?â
âAh, who knows. Could be both. Could be neither.â Then, one corner of his lips quirk up. He nudges you with his elbow, halting his casual tugging of his cock and fires back a question at you. âYou ever try?â
Heat rises to your cheeks at the inquisition. Truthfully, you answer, âNoâŚIâve always lived with other people, and something about being caught puts me off. I really donât think Iâm an exhibitionist.â
âGetting caught huh.â He thinks about it for a second. âJust you and me here, doll. No oneâs gonna catch you. Wanna give it a try? You never know, it might become your thing.â
Aghast, you shake your head. âNo, no, definitely not. Youâre not gonna drag me down with you.â
Perverted roommate!Toji chuckles, resuming his jerking off without further interruption. âSuit yourself.â
And thatâs that.Â
You both return to watching the movie. Nothing about whatâs going on in the scene registers in your mind. If you had to be honest, youâre far too distracted by the suggestion. In a way, he was right; it wouldnât be the same as being caught, since heâs already here, consenting, and heâs doing the same thing.Â
Your roommate would be the last person to judge you.Â
But itâs weird.Â
Normal roommates donât do this kind of thing together. Normal roommates shouldnât know how long the otherâs cock is, or see the exact shade of their angry cockhead everywhere they go. Normal roommates shouldnât be so open with each other.
Except, you are.Â
Way too open, actually.
You know he likes his balls massaged as he goes, that he trims his hairs there once in a while but doesnât care enough to shave it off altogether, that he doesnât whine and whimper when he cums, only groans and grunts and curses under his breath.
You know heâs heard you cum through the thin wall separating your room from his, you know heâs seen you completely naked because he walks into the bathroom as he pleases and you often forget to lock the door, and that heâs seen the kind of porn you like after having to unfreeze your computer on an embarrassing website.
The two of you arenât normal roommates; youâre way past that.
So maybeâŚ
Biting your lip, you creep a tentative hand down your shorts, teasing a finger down the seam of your clothed pussy lips over your panties. It tickles.Â
He always seemed to get hard at the drop of a hat; one or two rubs and heâs fully erect. Women, meanwhile, usually need a lot more than that. But, as you press your fingers down harder and you feel the telltale patch of wetness seeping through, you realise that all you need now is the visual stimulation of a big, burly man squeezing his base to keep from cumming too soon.Â
Your hand ventures inside your panties. You look up at him. Heâs staring straight ahead. Of course he can tell what youâre doing â youâre not exactly hiding it. The manâs simply showing itâs not a big deal, and itâs actually kind of helpful.Â
When your fingers make contact with your bare skin, you release a breath. Youâre not wet enough to start having a go at your clit. You frown.
âNeed some help?â
You hate that you know exactly what he means, though not as much as you hate how needy youâve grown.
A little shy, you bring your hand back out and hold it in front of him. Eyes never leaving yours, he grips your wrist and holds it still. Scarred lips part, and his tongue licks across your fingers.Â
Perverted roommate!Toji chuckles to himself. âAinât showered yet, have you?â
You try to snatch your hand back, to no avail. âShut up!â
âRelax, kiddo. Wasnât complaining. Already know all the different ways you smell from the panties you leave in the bathroom,â he confesses with no abashment. âThe smell of your pussy when youâre turned on is my favourite, a close tie to when youâre ovulating and youâve been on your feet all day.â
âDonât tell me things like that,â you breathe out.
He meets your eye. âWhy? Scared you like it?â
âI know I like it.â
Your honesty makes his lips twitch. He rubs his thumb over your pulse. Finally, he collects his saliva and spits out a warm dollop. Careful not to spill it, you hastily spread it on your pussy, circling your clit with ease. You sigh, leaning back into the sofa.
Around and around, you rub your clit under your shorts, getting more and more wet and turned on. Your juices are oozing out freely now, lips growing more and more swollen. Pressing a little firmly on the bundle of nerves, your back arches. Hardened nipples poke through your thin tank top.Â
âDonât rush it, doll,â he advises. âWe still got an hour left of this thing.â
âMind your own business.â
You grope a tit with your spare hand at the same time he massages his throbbing balls. Itâs funny how quickly youâve grown accustomed to the weirdness of the situation, almost as if youâve been doing this the entire time youâve lived with him.Â
What does that say about you?
âDonât be shy,â he mutters, âflick your little nipple. Know you like that shit.âÂ
His voice is raspy, all low and deep. It sends shivers down your spine. Thereâs no hint of amusement in his words. Heâs merely talking you through it. You flick a nipple, moaning when it hits just right. God, you hate how well he knows your body without having touched it. âAtta girl. Go on, put those fingers inside your messy cunt.â
Is it the arrogant rasp of his voice, the way your pussyâs pulsing, or the fact that his fistâs tugging on his flushed cock harder and faster at the growing squeelch! of your cunt that urges your fingers inside?
Whatever the case may be, your fingers find their way inside comfortably, curling past the textured pleats, stretching the tight ring of muscle at the entrance, and pushing against the gummy spot that has your toes curling and a whine seeping through your lips.
Perverted roommate!Toji growls, âBet those little fingers of yours ainât long, or thick, enough huh. Bet Iâd play with your pussy so much better. Wanna let me try? Come on, ma. Give in to me, yeah? We know itâs gonna happen sooner or later.â
âFuck off.â
Knowing that your wetness was mixed up with his spit, with his essence, is driving you wild.Â
Itâs no wonder you cum so fast, shuddering with a whimper. That hit you out of nowhere. The orgasmâs so strong you almost fall off the sofa. âOh, fuck.â
Perverted roommate!Toji laughs. âPent up little thing, arenât ya?â
âShut up.â
Itâs never felt that good before. Heâd only talked you through it; how would it feel if he actually touched you?
Still hungry, your gaze darts over to your roommate. Heâs still jerking himself off, running a thumb over a prominent vein. His handâs picked up speed. Heâs so aggressive with his own cock, treating it like he owes it money, like pain doesnât matter when pleasureâs on the line.Â
âMight wanna -mm- take back that thing you said -hah- about not being an exhibitionist.â
Itâs obvious heâs finding a lot of humour in thinking heâs better than you simply because he can last longer. The bastardâŚ
Aggrieved, you pull your dirtied hand out from your shorts and grip his cock with no warning. He grunts.
âWhaâ fuck!â He tries to yank you off â a reflex. But heâs powerless over the desire of his cock to be pleasured by soft, gentle hands. âYouâre crossing a line, kid. Hell of a lot braver than me -hah fuck.â
âI know, but you were taking so long, Toji,â you say as innocently as you can, âthought I shouldâŚlend a hand, like youâre always asking me to.â
Using your juices, you jerk him off. The slide is so much easier now than he was making it look. Youâre almost distracted by your own boldness.Â
Almost.
Thereâs no hiding from how big his cock is â itâs huge, you can barely wrap your entire hand around it. Itâs also so, so hot. Practically scalding. And the weight. Oh god, youâre still soaked and flushed.Â
Perverted roommate!Toji huffs, unable to tear his eyes off the sight of your much daintier hands trying to tame his ridiculously sized cock. âS-shit, can barely hold it, can ya? Donât be scared; not gonna break me.â
He leans back into the sofa, retired hand massaging his balls as you get to work on his cock. Youâre covering the entire length with your juices. Itâs messy, sticky, and so lewd, but he doesnât care. On the contrary, you swear heâs getting even bigger in your hand.
Tightening your grasp, you jerk him faster and harder, wanting to hear him make stupid noises too.Â
And heâs actually groaning, barely audible over the sound of the dull thrum of the TV but itâs plenty though. He sounds so manly, so big and strong. Everything about him emanates strength. Itâs impossible not to be attracted to him. It really was inevitable that youâd end up like this, and more.Â
Moreâs definitely coming.
Tonight, howeverâŚ
Tonight, youâd rejoice in the sight of his whole body tensing and flexing at your touch.
âMm, thatâs it, baby. Such a good girl. Keep going. Fuck, thatâs good.â
His other arm is bent behind his head, bicep bulging and bigger than your damn head. Unable to help yourself, you press a kiss there.Â
Perverted roommate!Tojiâs brow lifts up. He looks down at you with humour twinkling in his dark eyes. âGo on, take a bite. I know you wanna â always looking at my arms like youâre hungry.â
Thatâs the only invitation you need. Your teeth scrape his skin, it sinks into the hardness there. He doesnât flinch, doesnât wince, doesnât do anything but smile wider. You moan, biting down harder. Who knows where the fetish for biceps came from?Â
Probably from him, with the way heâs always flaunting his perfect body.
Heâs really ruined you.
âNext time you feel the -hah- urge to eat me up, just âharder, baby, yeah thatâs itâ j-just ask, yeah? I donât work out for nothing.â
The noises your hand is making are too filthy. Too much sloppiness, too much fwop fwop and squelch! squeeelch!
Pearlescent beads are dripping out of his piss slit, sliding down the ridges of his cock. You thumb them into his skin, dragging his foreskin down ever so slightly. Breathily, you plead, âCum, Toji. My wrist is getting tired.â
âAlright, whatever you say, pillow princess. God forbid you have to put in some work.â He unfolds his arm. Hand threading through your hair, he hauls your face to his. Half-lidded, his eyes linger on your lips. His scar twitches. âWanna make me cum? Then give me a kiss.â
âA kiss?â
He nods, nose grazing yours. âA nice, long one. Kiss me like you mean it. Iâm feeling romantic.â
The scruff of his shadow tickles your skin as your lips meet his. He groans before deepening the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue. He tastes you, every part he can reach. His hand wonât let you pull away, wonât let you surface for air â he keeps you there, unable to run from his desires.Â
âHah, T-toji, canât breatheââ
âThrough your nose, baby,â he advises, practically begs. âNot had my fill yet.â
Breasts squished against his chest, you taste him too. The slight tang of beer, the mint of his toothpaste, the power he radiates but wonât ever use on you.Â
Kissing has never felt so fucking good.Â
Dazed and not thinking straight, you suggest, âWe should -mm- kiss more, Toji.â
Perverted roommate!Toji cums. Hard.Â
âFuck!â he groans. âS-shit.âÂ
You feel the rapid pulsing of his throbbing cock first, then the spurting of his cum landing on your hand and on the couch. Only then is his sudden grunting swallowed down your throat.Â
âJ-jesus.â
Mercilessly, you continue jerking him off, up and down, up and down, watching him throw his head back, Adamâs apple bobbing.Â
His thighs shake, tense beyond measure. His balls are constricted so tight you worry they might burst. And the veins running up his arms and neck pop like heâs been taken by surprise at the intensity of his own orgasm.Â
He smacks your hand away, panting and slowly coming down from his high. âQuit it, woman.â
You laugh, playing with the translucent webs that form between your fingers when you stretch them. âI see now why youâre so obsessed with masturbating in the living room.â
Perverted roommate!Toji glances down at you. He watches you for a second, then he snorts, tucking his softening cock back inside his pants. âIt ainât the living room Iâm obsessed with, doll.â
âHuh?â
âForget it.â Standing, he stretches, back muscles looking biteable. âGonna shower. You coming?â
Feeling a little shy now that post-nut clarityâs sinking in, you shake your head. âIâll wait.â
âAlright, but just know Iâm probably gonna rub another one out in there to your panty.â
And as he walks away, he doesnât miss the opportunity to smear the wetness on his hand all over your face, laughing when you make a noise of utter disgust.Â
Perverted roommate!Toji strolls leisurely into the bathroom, expertly avoiding the pillows you throw at him like he has eyes at the back of his head. âYouâre probably gonna wanna wash that off immediately.â
âUgh! You just wanted me to shower with you.â
Perverted roommate!Toji stops at the doorway, looking back with a mischievous glint in his sharp teeth, scar especially delicious.Â
ŕ¨ŕ§ â The moment Sukuna stripped, your mouth went dry.
You'd seen him naked countless times- in the shower, in bed, in the dim light of early mornings when he'd press himself against your back and grind lazily until you were awake enough to reciprocate. But every single time, the sight of him hit you like a punch to the chest.
And God, his cock.
It curved upward from a nest of dark hair, flushed an angry red that deepened to near purple at the swollen head. Thick veins traced along the shaft like rivers on a map, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart. The tip glistened, a bead of precum pearling at the slit before sliding down in a slow, obscene trail.
Pretty, you thought deliriously. How is a cock this pretty?
Because it was. Intimidatingly large, yes -long enough that your fingers couldn't quite meet when you wrapped your hand around him, thick enough to make your jaw ache and your cunt clench in anticipation- but there was something almost elegant about it. The way it stood proud and heavy, bobbing slightly as he stalked toward the bed. The perfect symmetry of it, the way the foreskin had pulled back to reveal that glistening, dusky head.
Sukuna caught you staring and smirked, all sharp teeth and sharper ego.
"See something you like?"
"You know I do," you breathed, unable to look away. Your thighs pressed together, slick already gathering between them, "You're so fucking pretty, 'Kuna."
Something flickered in his eyes- surprise, maybe, quickly swallowed by hunger. His hand dropped to his shaft, wrapping around the base and stroking once, twice, spreading the precum down his length until it gleamed wetly in the morning light filtering through the curtains.
"Yeah?" His voice had dropped an octave, rough velvet against your ears, "You think my cock is pretty, sweetheart?"
"Yes." You were already reaching for him, fingers trembling with want, "Let me- can I-"
He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell him- musk and cedar and something darker, headier. The head of his cock brushed against your lips, painting them with salt bitter slick, and your tongue darted out instinctively to taste.
Sukuna groaned, fingers threading through your hair.
"Fuck. Go on, then. Show me how pretty you think it is."
You opened your mouth and took him in.
The weight of him on your tongue was divine- hot silk over steel, the taste of him flooding your senses. You swirled your tongue around the head, dipping into the slit to chase more of that salty-sweet precum, and he made a sound above you that was almost pained.
"Shhit- that's it, baby, just like that-"
You hollowed your cheeks and sank deeper, letting him slide against the roof of your mouth until he nudged the back of your throat. Tears pricked at your eyes but you didn't pull back- you couldn't, not when he was looking down at you like you were something holy, those wine dark eyes blown black with lust.
"Look at you," he breathed, thumb tracing your stretched lips where they wrapped around his shaft, "taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl."
You moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward. He hit the back of your throat again and you gagged, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth, but you just breathed through your nose and took him deeper.
"God-" His head fell back, tendons standing out in his neck, "Gonna make me cum down your throat if you keep -nnh- keep doing that-"
But you didn't want him to finish like this. Not yet.
You pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cockhead. He looked almost betrayed for a moment, brows furrowing, but then you were falling back onto the mattress and spreading your thighs in open invitation.
"Inside me," you pleaded, voice absolutely wrecked and fucking needy for your husband, "Want to feel you inside me, want to see you-"
Understanding dawned. That feral grin returning...
He didn't make you wait.
One hand hooked under your knee, shoving your thigh up and back until you were spread open and obscene beneath him. The other wrapped around his cock, dragging the swollen head through your folds- achingly slow, nudging your clit once, twice, until you whimpered and your hips bucked up seeking more.
"Eyes on me," he commanded.
You obeyed. Of course you obeyed.
And then you watched -god, you watched- as that thick, pretty cock notched against your entrance and pushed.
One final, deliberate roll of his hips, and he bottomed out- his pelvis flush against yours, every impossible inch of him buried to the hilt. The pressure was unreal, a fullness that bordered on too much, and when you looked down between your bodies-
There it was. A distinct swell just below your navel, the unmistakable outline of him inside you, distending your belly in a way that made hears form in your eyes...
"Still think it's pretty?" He pressed his palm against where his cock cock twitched inside you, "Even when it's making that pretty little tummy of yours bulge like this?"
Your heart cracked open.
Because underneath the filthy words and the feral grin, your husband was asking. Checking. Making sure you still wanted him, still loved every part of him, even the parts that stretched you to your limits and left you breathless and ruined.
As if there was ever any doubt.
You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. Drew him down until your foreheads touched, until you were breathing the same air, until the world narrowed to just the two of you and the place where your bodies joined.
(not proofread) making subby satoru cry from how tight you are hehe đđ / a/n: hes so down bad look at my lawyer dawg im going to jail đŤđ¤Żđ¤Ł
"hnnuhh, b-baby, waitâ!" then you're sinking down, just an inch further, he's gripping your waist, and instead of trying to thrust into you, he's trying to pull out to no avail. he'd already came twice just from pushing the tip in. you're a succubus. smiling down at him devilishly, hands gripping his shoulders, pushing him past his limits just for your entertainment.
satoru's teeth are gritted, his back arched, thighs clenching and shaking from how good you feel. "hahâhon-honey, light of myâungggh, fuck, p-please." you've barely moved. you're not sure why he's so sensitive really. every other guy you've been with has obviously loved your pussy, but not like how satoru does. he loves it so much he's pulling away from it.
his head tips back, body arching as you slide down just a little more, maybe two inches. he's so hard and overstimulated and needy, so much it hurts. you're evil for this, he thinks. yes, you're beautiful and amazing and everything else perfect. yes, you are an evil witch for how good your pussy is.
"you feel so gooood, satoru, baby," you purr, grinning so hard your teeth might break. he could just cum from you talking. "ngh, please don't say that," he practically pleads, so pathetic and cute and flushed. he doesn't even want to look at you. he's so close to cumming again he can't even bear to see how pretty you must look right now.
soft tits out, body arched forward with your chest almost touching his. "will you look at me?" you ask softly, running your hand over his head and smoothing his snowy tufts of hair back. that's it, that's all it takes and he's shooting another load in you.
you should've expected it honestly. he's so sensitive right now if you had moved your pussy an inch he probably would've shot his load anyway. may as well get it out of the way now. he can barely react, only able to cry out hoarsely, trying to pull out of your impossibly tight cunt.
you don't let him. instead, you slam down on his cock, forcing him to bottom out. the pleasure is numbing now, white hot and so powerful that it takes over. his cum fills you, leaks down his cock as it spills out, just as the other few times hes busted just from a slight move or a touch or a kiss.
"look at me, satoru," you coo, hands sliding into his hair, gently lifting his head. his eyes are squeezed closed, lips quivering. "eyes open." he obeys because its you and you own him. you own his moans, his cock, his mouth, his entire body, his soul. his eyes are glossy, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks. christ, he's so pretty.
"your eyes are so pretty, my love," you hum, using your thumbs to wipe the tears from his eyes, "you're so handsome too, mm." he whines, eyebrows pinching together, so pouty and teary-eyed.
"will a kiss make you feel better?"
he can only nod, body arching at just the thought. your lips find his, soft and sweet and glossy, pussy squeezing just a bit around his still-hard cock just a little bit, and he cries out, whimpering against your lips. a little giggle escapes your mouth at how sensitive he is.
"maybe i should suck you off instead, satoru, because i'm not done with you yet."
ughh , TOJI being your sub! , is so fucking hot. youâre telling me the man is 6â3 , 190 pounds full of muscle and dick , has a face of a masochist, gets on his knees and kisses the ground you walk on? absolutely.
heâs the one whoâs head is buried deep between you legs, suckling on your sensitive clit making your hips buck and letting out pornographic moans, as he lets out low whimpers and ruts his clothed aching cock on the bedside trying his best not to cum :(( .
heâs the one whoâs head is on your lap, his cum stained sweats discarded somewhere else in the shared bedroom, his mouth sucking on one of your tits and using his large hand to grip the other for comfort, as you jerk him off. stroking up and down his 8 inch base, sometimes staying on his tip just to see his reaction, as precum drips down your newly manicured pink nails with cute gems (paid by yours truly), edging the hell out of him. you know when heâs about to cum, his abdomen tightens, his hips buck and twitch, and he becomes more whiny, even if he has one of your tits in his most. it brings you joy on how much he whimpers when heâs close , calling you âmamiâ or âsweetnessâ begging for the release, just for you to stop the second he gets to the edge.
âoh â ohhh fuck mami , pleasee. fuck . i wânna-needa nuttt.â the man whined, his words slurring, tears rolling down his cheek, hand squeezing your tit harder.
âyou think you deserve baby , hm? youâve been so bad today.â you contradicted as you used your other hand to stroke his raven hair, looking down at him. he nods rapidly, you shake your head.
âwords my love.â
â fuck! yes sweetness pleasee , shit! iâll never be a b-bad boy again â hah â i promise fuckimgonnacumm!â before you could tell him to stop, his hips buck and he shoots his load. roapsss of cum drizzle down his shaft to your hand, some even spurting on his abs. instead of punishing him like you usually do when he cums without your permission, you looked down at him and forgave him.
âmâsorry mama , hah , couldnât hold it.â his legs shook from the after shocks, as he kissed around your breast, massaging your nipples while doing so.
â i know baby , you did a great job for me yea? just donât raise your voice at me like that ever again. kay?â toji nodded before sitting upwards and laying on top of you while kissing and sucking your neck, giving you prominent love bites youâll be complaining to cover up later.
now donât get me wrong, it gets to a certain point where toji truly canât handle your bullying in the bed, sometimes heâs a switch. whenâs heâs tired of you calling him your âslutâ and âplaythingâ while riding him, heâll break out of his restraints, wrapping his hands around your neck, pushing you on your back. forcibly push the back of your knees to your eyes, and slam alll his length into you, causing you to lose your breath.
âyeaa, how about that. whoâs drooling like a slut now baby?â his thrusts melting your brain, your stomach pudge sticking out more than usual, thanks to tojiâs godly dick. the bulge in your stomach turns toji on so much, he releases one of your thighs, using that hand to push down on your stomach. â âthis where where you feel me baby ? yea? taking my cock soo fucking well. gânna fill you up sâmuch.â â âohh âojiii!!â you whined, pushing his hips away to prevent his thrusts from feeling so good.
âunt unt, move your fuckinâ hand nd . . take. it.â those last two words is where he thrusted the hardest you could ever imagine, making you squirt all over abs and thighs. heâs left you absolutely dumb on his dick. he gives you the most smug smirk while pull you up by your face, â âanything else to say princess?â he asks while steadily drawing circles on your hypersensitive clit. â i-i love you âoji, mâsorry for calling you a slutt!â â âthank you princessâ
you're practically cradling sukuna's head in your lap, his lips latched on to your tits, sucking on them sweetly and his tongue circling your perked nubs every now and then. he's busy fisting his cock which is throbbing in his hands, droplets of pre dribbling down his mushroomy tip.
"fuck baby," he groans, popping his lips off of your nipples to look up at you with that smug smirk of his. "your tits are just so perfect. like they were made just for me."
you mewl cutely as he attaches his lips back on you, suckling the supple flesh while he continues to pump his fat cock. he groans lowly when he flicks the tip of his tongue on your nipples, making you whimper his name adorably which has him right on the brink of his orgasm.
what tips him over the edge is you shyly pinching your other nipple, soft moans spilling from your lips. "shit baby," he grunts, voice dark and hungry. "keep doing that, 's so fuckin' hot."
you listen to him, rubbing it with more pressure that has you moaning louder, cheeks burning from the way he's staring at you with the most primal look in his eyes. he doesn't even know where to look, just so completely enamoured by you â and your tits.
"cum for me," you whisper coyly, giving him the sweetest smile. and in a second, he's spurting ribbons and ribbons of cum all over his lower abdomen, some of it even painting your lovely breasts.
sukuna sighs contentedly, giving your nipple a light bite. you squeal in surprise, hitting his chest in faux annoyance. he simply chuckles, planting an open mouthed kiss over where he'd just bit you. "you're so cute," he grins. "cuter than your tits for sure."
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Best friend!Choso quits smoking and replaces one oral fixation with another!
CW: cigarettes (<3) and nicotine withdrawal, nipple play, âtits," reader referred to as a slut (for Choso) one time, implied p in v
In the midst of all your lecturing and, admittedly, nagging, youâd never considered just how intolerable best friend!choso would be when you finally convinced him to quit smoking. After years of trying, Choso had ultimately been convinced by your threat that he wouldnât be allowed to sleepover anymore and continue to leave that ânasty fucking stenchâ all over your bed. Heâd pouted, rolled his eyes, and rolled them again when you told him to stop being a âdrama queen.â After huffing back a âwhateverâ (drama queen), heâd gone on your balcony and chainsmoked the remaining cigarettes in his pack.Â
That was three days ago, and since then, heâs been⌠a mess. All antsy and tense and irritable. All his huffing and puffing while he lays on your chest, on his side and half his body weight on you, clinging picking and pinching at your skin. You understand heâs going through withdrawal, you get it â itâs the third day, notoriously the most difficult â but you canât stand him at the moment. Which is why you tell him to âget upâ before you take your shirt and bra off, and lay back down. Chosoâs mouth opens and shuts comically fast, but his eyes don't stop nervously shifting between your breasts and your face.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Cho? Youâre acting like youâve never seen a girlâs tits before,â you tease, and you don't mean for your voice to waver.Â
âNot yours,â he practically whispers.Â
The few seconds that pass are unfamiliarly awkward. In all the years youâve been friends, Choso had never been good at hiding his attraction towards you. It wasnât crazy to expect him to immediately be all over you. Well, his mouth. You both loved cuddling, platonically, of course, and he had his hands on you literally whenever he could reach. Yeah, not too good at hiding it.Â
âWell, Iâm tired of you complaining. I thought that, maybe-âÂ
âComplaining? I didnât even say anything?âÂ
Thatâs what he has to say right now?
âOk. Whatever.âÂ
You shift to put your shirt back on, but youâre immediately pushed back on the bed. Choso retracts his hand from your shoulders as if heâd been burned by the touch.Â
âSorry. Itâs just⌠what are you doing?âÂ
âI thought that maybe you could use a distraction. I donât know, like, something to keep your mouth busy. You know, considering your oral fixations.â The last part hits nowhere near as playfully as you intended.Â
His voice sounds so strained when he asks you if youâre being serious. You simply nod in response, and feel your pussy clench when he pulls the âI need to hear you say it.â You force the image of him using those words to make you beg for his cock out of your head. Thatâs not what this is about â heâs waiting for you to establish your boundaries.Â
âIâm serious. I know that youâre used to having a cigarette in your mouth, like, all the time,â your face shifts into a sarcastically stern expression that he doesnât seem to find humorous in the slightest. You clear your throat. âSoâŚyou can touch me, Cho. I mean it. You can use your mouth and your tongue on me. My tits. And, we- uh, we donât have to talk about it either.âÂ
âOkay,â Choso agrees easily and nods. His cravings have been getting stronger with every minute. And, oh yeahâ the whole cigarettes and the withdrawal thing. He could not give a single fuck about that right now.Â
He looks so damn shy as he slowly settles back down on your now-bare chest that itâs almost shocking how fast his mouth is wrapped around your hard nipple. He lets out a noise of relief, somewhere between a hum and a moan, before he starts gently sucking. At the noise you let out, undoubtedly a moan, he tilts his head upwards towards you as far as he can without detaching his lips from your nipple. The sight is so sexy and you feel a gush of slick leak into your panties when you meet your best-friends half-lidded eyes. He looks so damn relaxed, like heâs half awake but entirely still dreaming. Like they always do when heâs in your lap, your fingers find their way to his hair and scratch his scalp. You give me a half-nod to let him know he can (please) keep going. He nods back, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder before heâs laying back down.Â
You throw your head back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut when you realize that youâve been so selfish. Yes, your whole oral fixation-based logic bullshit technically made sense. Yes, you were doing this to help him out. Like a good best friend. But truthfully, you thought about Choso every time you played with your nipples (your pussy, too), and you played with your nipples a lot. You loved using your bull nose nipple clamps and sitting on your knees at the edge of your bed like a begging slut while you rubbed your clit. Loved it because it was so easy to cum like that when you imagined Choso stood above you, one hand gently tugging at the chain while his other roughly yanked your hair.Â
You snap your head off the pillow when you hear a pop. You feel the cold air hit your wet nipple and quietly whine at the loss of the warm sensation. With his mouth slightly ajar, Choso moves his hand to grab your tit and direct your nipple straight into his mouth. In a split second, he remembers youâd given him consent to use his mouth and tongue. Not his hands. And itâs the bare fucking minimum, but your best friend is just so sweet. His eyes widen and you know that heâs about to apologize.Â
âYou can use your hands. I want you to,â you affirm with a small smile.Â
He thanks you before he squishes your tit with his hand and latches his mouth around as much of your skin as he possibly can. He bobs his head slightly up and down, spit forming in his mouth as he tries to dig himself into your skin. His hand darts to the other side of your chest to finally pay attention to your poor, poor, neglected nipple. He opens his palm to grab as much of the soft skin that he can and begins to slowly, roughly knead your tit. You can feel his palm rubbing against your nipple, but itâs not enough. You know you should be grateful, but â âfuckk, just like that, Cho.âÂ
Choso stops squishing your tit and begins to squeeze. His fingers slowly move inward until he has four fingers against one edge of your nipple and his thumb against the other. He pinches your small bud and fucking pulls. His fingertips squeeze your nipple tighter and tighter every second he pulls them away from your body. Slow, slow, slow, until your nipple slips from his fingertips and your tit bounces back. And then he starts squishing, and squeezing, and pulling over and over again.Â
At this point, the spit in his mouth is starting to dribble down his chin. It looks like heâs trying to drown in your tits, like he wouldnât mind if he died from suffocation if he meant he never had to pull his mouth off of you. He pushes his face and nose deeper into your skin and you feel his mouth slightly loosen. You notice just how tightly youâve been squeezing your thighs together when your pussy pulses at the realization of what heâs about to do.Â
He flicks his tongue downward, then upward, then downward again, a few slow, curious movements. And then, he starts moving his tongue faster than you thought possible, all while still looking so damn relieved and at peace. Your hips jerk up and down with his tongue and you know youâre already about to cum. Choso, whoâs dreamed (and jerked off to the thought) of making you cum since he first met you, knows it too.Â
âFuck! Iâm so close. Mâgonna cum for you, Cho.âÂ
He doesnât dare to change the speed of his tongue, but he squeezes your other nipple between his fingers and rubs it harshly while he pulls and pulls and pulls. He needs you to see you cum so fucking badly. You take the hands in his hair and shove his mouth deeper onto you. He moans into your nipple, his version of words of encouragement at the moment. The sound of his moans being muffled by your tits sends you over the edge, the reality of the situation hitting you hard. He takes the hand pinching your nipple and traces it down your spasming body to hold your hips down.Â
His thumb digs into your hip bone, unconsciously rubbing soft, loving circles onto the skin. When your hips finally still and he hears you sigh, he closes his mouth tightly around you and gives your nipple one last suck. You feel your slick still leaking out when you hear the loud pop. Choso drops his forehead onto your collarbone, and feels his own hips jerk forward into your side. His cock is so fucking hard that it hurts. Honestly, he thinks the sight of your face could make him cum right now. He winces.
âChoso?â you whisper.Â
He lets out a small, embarrassed âhmmâ into your neck.Â
âHey, look at me,â and he does, of course. âThat felt so good, Cho. Was that okay for you?âÂ
His hips jerk forwards again. âYeah, fuck. I needed that. Didnât, uh, think about cigarettes once.â He also didnât cum, and he needs that too. He looks down and sees the small bruises starting to form on the skin from all his sucking, sees your protruding nipples, and is a second away from excusing himself to jerk off and finish in your bathroom.Â
âYou knowww,â you draw out, âyou only sucked on one of my tits. Guess you can get to the other one next time your cravings get really bad. UnlessâŚâÂ
He can not form words right now, not with you half under him and your thighs visibly tightening again. So, he grunts, and he means it to be a âwhat.â His very best friend, you read his mind.Â
âI can feel how hard you are, Cho,â you say with a small frown. âMaybe, we could keep going until you finish?âÂ
Despite his borderline humping you at this point, he lets out a small laugh. âThat- yeah, that wouldnât take too long.âÂ
âHmm. And what if you sucked on this one,â you say, your fingers coming up to pinch the nipple his hands had just been abusing, âand let me watch you touch yourself.âÂ
Yeah. That works for him.Â
He does a cute, awkward crawl over you and to the other side of your body for easier access while pulling his pants and boxers down. He wastes no time and starts flicking his tongue on your nipple just as fast as before. Itâs so overstimulating and painful in the very best way possible.
With how heâs laying on his side, you see and feel his fat cock resting on your hip. He wraps his hand around the base and squeezes as if trying to stop himself from cumming. Itâs a useless attempt, and it only takes a few shallow and fucking fast jerks of his cock before heâs pulling his mouth away from your nipple and whining. He hurriedly shifts to stand on his knees, jerking his cock over your face.
âPlease. Can I, please - oh my god, please.âÂ
âYeah, baby. Wherever you want,â and like the little slut for him that you are, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.Â
âOh, fuck. Good fucking girl.âÂ
His eyes roll back and his jaw slacks and the sight of him is fucking beautiful. He keeps pumping his cock through his orgasm, using his hand to guide and spray his cum across your tits, on your face, and the last of it straight into your throat. And when you think thereâs no way he could cum anymore, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and milk the last few drops out. You release him with a moan and leave a small kiss on his slit.Â
He pulls his pants and boxers back on, tries to ignore the uncomfortable wet patch in his boxers, and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom. After he wipes your skin clean, he grabs you a pair of comfy underwear to change into. The small thong you were wearing is so wet it almost sounds heavy when it lands in your hamper.Â
The two of you lay in your bed, both quiet and trying to catch your breath. You stare at the ceiling and canât help but laugh, realizing your best friend just made you cum from nipple play. You roll over to face Choso and find the concern in his eyes.
âI know you said we didnât have to talk about it, but, thank you. For letting me touch you like that. Iâm sorry that Iâve beenâŚsuch a grump⌠and Iâm sorry if you felt pressured into letting me do that,â he says, followed by an audible swallow.Â
âCho, I loved that. I mean it. And it was my idea, you know, I just kind of took my shirt off. I probably, definitely, should have talked to you about it beforehand. I think itâd be better if we talked about itâŚagain.â
Choso scoots close enough that you feel his breath and the faint cigarette smell has never bothered you less. He opens his mouth to speak, but realizes himself that he still faintly tastes and smells of cigarettes. He pulls his head back, clears his throat, and questions what you mean by again.Â
âWell, according to the internet-âÂ
âTiktok?âÂ
âWhatever. According to the internet, the third day of nicotine withdrawal is typically the worst. So, hopefully itâs only up from here! But, if you start toâŚact up again, no offense, then I have some other ideas to help you out.âÂ
Choso hums and squints his eyes suspiciously. âYeah? Like what.âÂ
âYou know, like, other things with your tongue?âÂ
âAh. I think Iâm still not sure what you mean.âÂ
You roll your eyes. Choso is not that stupid.Â
âWhat if you showed me what you mean?â he tries.Â
âWell, Iâm thinking of two things, and I can really only show you one of them,â you admit honestly.Â
Now, Choso could drag this out, but you just blessed him with your tits and pretty face and your orgasm. And if youâre saying what heâs ninety-nine percent sure youâre saying, he would like to do that now.Â
âOh, I get it. But Iâm not eating your pussy until I kiss you first.âÂ
You would also like him to do that now, so itâs no surprise when your lips are on each otherâs in seconds. His tongue, which left your nipples sore, by the way, swirls against yours and you immediately give in. He brings a hand to your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek so sweetly as he deepens the kiss. Youâre the one to break away from the kiss first, one-hundred percent sure you were going to do this with him for the rest of your life. You rub the tip of your nose against his nose so sweetly that what comes out of your mouth next is a little shocking.Â
âI need you to suck my clit, right now. Want you to shove your tongue in my pussy, Cho,â you say sternly and practically pout. Thereâs no need for that, you know he would never say no to that. And youâre right, of course. He kisses your nose, your lips, and your chin, before his lips are trailing down your body, stopping to pay extra attention to your nipples. Youâre fully soaked when he reaches your pussy. But, like a tease, he avoids your folds and your clit for as long as he can, focusing on nipping at your thigh.Â
âStill okay if I use my fingers?,â his teeth gently clamp down on your skin. Tease.
With your verbal permission, heâs wrapping his lips around your clit and curling a finger into your dripping pussy. Itâs fucking perfect.Â
That night, Choso learns that he would â will â never touch another cigarette in his life if it meant having you like this. He also learns that night, as do you, that you can squirt. Over and over again, apparently.
After too many orgasms on his tongue to count, he asks to please eat your pussy until you fall asleep. He kisses your clit and laps at your pussy with a flat, wide, tongue until he feels your fingers in his hair entirely loosen. With a few more kisses up and down your folds, he falls asleep laying on your thigh, his face basically buried in your pussy.Â
Choso doesnât have a chance to reminisce on his first-thing-in-the-morning cigarettes when he wakes up feeling your warm and wet heat so close to his face. He certainly doesnât have a chance to reminisce when you wake up and ask him to please fuck you. And heâs so grateful for his best friend. Especially when you say yes to being his girlfriend while heâs impaling you with his eight inch cock. <3
a/n: did i write parts of this with my nipples clamped? maybe. was this supposed to have more plot but i got too horny and couldnât wait? maybe.Â
Satoru and Suguru love to not just swap the taste of your cunt during their kisses - they love to share your blood too.
You're dizzy from them both - Suguru lapping every bit of your crimson mess off Satoru's face, the two of them grinning psychotically - white teeth a bright contrast to the mess they've become. Your thighs are trembling, spent from how much they've drained from your neck, the bites stinging and making you impossibly wetter.
"Fuckin' taste her Sugu," Satoru murmurs, thumb brushing over Suguru's lower lip. Suguru moans, sucking his thumb off, before they both look at you, struggling to breathe.
"She tastes so good," Suguru murmurs, leaning over you now, his dark hair brushing your bare skin, fingers finding your slick cunt that they've largely ignored until now. Instead they've been sucking that same spot on your neck till you're dizzy. "We should make sure to thank you for our meal."
Satoru's long tongue laps over his lower lip, chuckling then. "We should, Sugu you're right. Sweetheart," he cups your face and presses a kiss on your lips, coated in iron. "Mmm, do you want us to make you feel good?"
You barely nod, and the two of them are behind and in front of you, Suguru stretching your ass and making you feel every vein in his cock, Satoru sliding deep in your slick cunt, kissing you and then each other, sneaking more and more bites from your shoulders, your neck, your wrists. You're gasping as they both fill you, moaning out as they do, rocking you in time back and forth.
That was just two of your vampire boyfriends, and they just so happened to be each other's boyfriends. They make sure after they fuck you so hard you're squirting, relishing in how overstimulated you get. The two men lick each others cum out of your fucked out holes once they have you spent.
They love to take from you, to have fun with you, but even after their kisses and loving, you crave more.
And that's Nanami and Choso.
Nanami's in his study that night after your nap - you've even been given a bath after being licked clean by Satoru and Suguru.
Nanami looks so elegant there with his chin resting on his knuckles, eyeing you behind his glasses. Of all the vampires you live with, he's the oldest, he's been around for well over a hundred years, and there's this sophistication that comes with it.
At first you thought him uninterested, then you realized -Nanami wants you for himself, and he loves when you need him, when you come to him. He pats his thigh as you come over and eagerly sit on his lap, letting his long fingers brush up and down your skin gently.
"Darling," he murmurs affectionately, brushing your still damp tresses off your neck, brushing Satoru and Suguru's marks. "Were they rough with you again?"
"A little," you admit softly, he sighs then, shaking his head, slipping his thick fingers up your little night gown, leaving goosebumps. "Kento I... need you. Please."
"Anything for you," he sets his book down. "I know exactly what you need."
Kento slips two thick fingers in your cunt, making you gasp out as he does, kissing up a trail until he hits their spot, breath ghosting over it. When Nanami drinks from you, it's like he's sipping a fine wine - it's sweet and easy, it's so pleasurable that just that could make you cum.
"K-ken - ngh!" He sucks your blood down his throat as his fingers curl up, moaning and then sucking your juices off his fingers, mingling them with your ruby red blood.
"Exquisite," he murmurs lovingly, before he's picking you up in his arms, lifting you and settling you on his lap. "I'll take such good care of you."
Nanami's thick cock teases your fuck swollen folds before he eases you down him, thumb brushing in circles over your clit. He lets you fuck him, not insanely like Satoru and Suguru do - no he takes his time, letting you feel every inch. He kisses you so sweetly, brushing your hair back.
"Doing s'good for me," he huffs softly, fucking up into you and biting at your breast, letting your blood spill down your nipple. "Oh you're just perfect."
You love when Nanami eases his leaky red tip against your cervix, when he sucks your nipples slow, the teasing of his calloused thumb on your jumping clit sending you over the edge. You're cumming all over him when you hear Gojo's voice behind you.
"No fair," he mumbles, you peek back as you grind down on Nanami's cock. "You always play alone with him!"
"She loves to be alone with me," Nanami grins and bites your shoulder, pushing you to cum again, milkin' him dry.
"You don't play with me alone," Suguru says, Satoru gasps then.
"You'd fuck her alone!?"
"Well, yes?"
They're bickering as Nanami brushes his fingertips down your spine and you snuggle him, blood being licked by his lips. He sucks his fingertips and groans at the flavor. "Darling should we vacation?"
"Where, Romania?" He chuckles just a bit - far too attractive, you sigh then, nuzzling his chest. "Where's Cho?"
"Mmm, he's out tonight, he'll be back soon. Want me to take you to bed?" You nod, but you worry then.
Choso alone at night even as a vampire stresses you.
Nanami has cleaned you all up and you're in a fresh gown when he hands you your vitamins. "Iron and B, you remember."
"I know," you sip your orange juice, eyes dilated and fucked out, Nanami sighs and tilts your chin up. "Thank you, Kento."
"Of course my love, get some rest you need to restore, they took too much, tsk..." He shakes his head.
Satoru and Suguru were greedy with you, even if they loved you they didn't think of the consequences, but Nanami and Choso always made sure to up your iron and vitamins, made sure you got rest. "Good night."
"Good night," you sip all your juice like a good girl, before drifting off, and you're spent. Being fucked and drank by three huge vampires was a lot, but when you are woken up with kisses trailing up your thigh, you smile. "Choso..."
"Angel," he murmurs, you look down at him under the sheets and he smiles at you, violet eyes glimmering. "I missed you."
"Me too," you mumble with a sleepy yawn, as he's kissing even higher. "Mnh!"
"Have they taken too much?" He's starving for you, but he worries when he sees how tired you are. "I'll just eat your pretty cunt."
"No, please take a little," you flush as his teeth nip your inner thigh. "I l-love when you drink me."
Choso whines out, pressing his leaky cock on the mattress, taking just a hint of your blood from your thigh, teeth sinking in this way that almost has you cumming for him. He moans and sucks just a bit, your hands in his dark silky locks, before he moves to your soaking wet pussy, spreading your lips and sighing.
"You have so much cum in here," he murmurs, tongue lapping into your hole, you gasp out when the tip of his tongue scoops that milky seed out, hitting your spot. "Do you think I can put more than all of them?"
Your answer is to gush on his face and whine out, a filthy mix of Satoru, Suguru and Nanami that Choso eagerly drinks, before he leans up and tilts your chin, spitting them into your mouth. You're lost in the mix of flavors, the lewd sounds of his spit and your moans, as you desperately tug his pretty cock out.
"You c-can," you answer softly, kissing his lips over and over. "Cho, please."
Choso has no problem fucking your cunt, cock so deep you scream out, echoing so that all the other vampires hear. Satoru and Suguru moan and jerk each other off, but Nanami gets a little angry that you're moaning that loud, even as he reads his book, but you really can't help it. Choso's hitting all your spots in your gummy walls until you're drooling.
"Pretty girl, look at you... fuck m'gonna put so much inside you, hah - they'll all have to drink me next."
You're too fucked out to see Choso's pussy drunk face, it's all blurring as he pounds his cock inside you, until you pass out, from pleasure and anemia honestly, that just happens at times. But he has to make good on his promise. He pours his hot sticky cum and lets it flood you before easing out, watching the filthy mess pour from your now abused hole.
"So pretty," he murmurs, making sure to hold you close after he cleans you up. Choso's always the one that gets to cuddle you after all, and he can't help but smirk against your neck. "I think I'm your favorite."
This is SUCH a late kinktober (kinkvember?) post aha and so filthy!? my god lol
âi got you some fââ words that couldnât fully leave your mouth, getting cut instead by a sharp gasp and the sound of takeout bags falling on the ground with a loud thud, then the world spun and you found yourself head down facing Sukunaâs bare and muscular back.
âwhat are youââ cut again, and your brain suggested you should shut up, now getting all the air out of your lungs knocked out by your back hitting the mattress, and your loverâs predatory grin looming above you.
âthank you for the mealâ
then his hands start to unbutton your shirt, uncharacteristically slow considering your lover is always hurried at getting you naked, almost as if he was unwrapping a gift, taking his time with each button before pulling the fabric apart, mouth watering at the sight of your gorgeous breasts covered by that lacy bra set he bought you not too long ago, whispering with his eyes locked on your tits âfuck, baby, you look so deliciousâ voice husky with desire.
the back of your bra pops open and Sukuna moans, taking every detail of your cute nipples already hardening against the rooms air, âjust like that, youâre driving me insaneâ mindlessly, his hands come to cup your breasts, thumb and index finger snug against the underside to jiggle them slightly, each movement sending a jolt of delicious pleasure down his cock thatâs most definitely already drooling precum, âlet me see you allâ
like the most precious and delicate treasure, his hands trail down your body, tugging down your pants and panties along the way, then settling comfortably next to you, laying on his side while bringing you closer by the waist, then his lips are around your nipple, sucking it tenderly into his eager mouth, âmmh, deliciousâ his voice slightly muffled against your skin, tongue wrapping around the tender bud and giving gentle suctions, âso pretty, I love your tits, how you taste, how it feels in my mouth, so warm and softâ
although Sukunaâs voice was naturally deep, having him absolutely lust driven just from sucking your tits made it even deeper, a low rumbling sound that dug into your chest when he breathed into the valley of your breasts, squishing his face for a second before taking his attention to the next neglected nipple.
âKuna... that feels so goodâ your words are the most gorgeous reassurance, licking your nipple while looking up into your heated face, the gentle buck of your bare hips not going unnoticed.
âyeah?â he coos, a warm hand tracing your stomach and setting into your pussy, cupping the wet flesh with his whole palm, fingers sinking into your soft ass and feeling more of your juices pour out with each gentle suck and lick.
a soft squeak comes from your lips and Sukuna groans back, fingers tenderly rubbing your clit, âyouâre so hot, so wet...â all while his digits tease your pussy, slowly sliding down to collect slick and continue his teasing on the soft and throbbing bud.
a wanton mewl escapes your lips, hips bucking and nipples aching, âmore, baby, please...â
âi will make you come, sweetheartâ he purrs, his fingers sliding down enough to trace your pussy lips and slowly sink inside, the tightness and warmth of your slick cunt encouraging him to suck your nipples harder, casually rolling his hips against your thigh, for Sukuna it was a proud moment to show you how much you affected him, how his girlfriend was so stunning to make his cock ache and be about to burst in his sweatpants, but your pleasure came first now.
his strokes in your cunt are slow but precise, mouth glued to your soft tit and pulling your nipple into his warm tongue, sending shivers down your spine and another fresh wave of slick to pool down the sheets with each pump of his digits, âi love how wet you get around my fingersâ the warm squeeze of your pussy forces Sukuna to speed slightly, curling his fingers against your tender spot and whispering sweet nothings against your breast, âgod, youâre so close, so responsive... cum, sweetheart, let me feel you make a mess for meâ
when satoru tells you youâre his first, heâs already balls deep inside you.
he hasnât even moved yet, cock still settling into the foreign warmth of your walls. but heâs in deep. the swollen, blunt head kissing your cervix like heâs determined to mold your pussy to the shape of his cock. and the admission is so sudden, so unexpected that you almost donât believe itâbecause he still has the cocky grin of a man whoâs never been told ânoâ before.
âhahh,â you gasp when he moves, as if just to test, âyouâre serious?â
and he has his eyes sealed shut, almost as if in pain as you clench around his hardened length, âdead serious,â he breathes, a little blush creeping on his ears, âdonât get used to it.â
then he moves, slow and teasing, testing. hips pistoning forward with a gradual rhythm, and he goes all the way in each time, every push of his cock into your cervix feels like a maddening attempt at trying to rearrange your guts, âf-fuckâso tight, baby, feels so good. â
youâre halfway into forming a coherent thought when he dips into your breasts, mouthing sloppily at the nipples like heâs not even trying to indulge in the motion of his cock fucking you dumb right now, like itâs all so effortless for him.
your responses only come in the form of sharp inhales and messy attempts at moaning his name, each time voice breaking into something unintelligible. he totally just lied to you. thereâs no way this dick is inexperienced.
heâs much of a mess himself, not loud with talking but with groaning and whimpering, ânnghâbaby, youâre squeezinâ the life out of meâhah,â a searing heat follows every time and goes straight to your core, molten ache of pleasure closer and closer to erupting as satoru picks up the speed.
but then he comes before you, a painful sharp inhale, followed by several deep breaths, his whole body shuddering with explosive pleasure. when he finally pulls out, you see the swell of hot tears collecting on his eyelashes.
âuhm, toru?â you hum, âare youââ
satoru plops his head on your stomach, snow strands hiding his face perfectly. heâs still breathing hard, catching his breath, and you swear the whimpers that escape him are not entirely from pleasure.
âyou cryin?â you ask, tugging at his hair lightly. he doesnât really do much to respond. just buries his face deeper.
a few seconds is enough time for him to relax, and heâs only lifting his head up to look at you now, chin still resting on your bellybutton, âfuck, didnât think youâd feel so good.â
âyou really are a virgin,â you tease, and he takes it personally.
in seconds heâs back up, throwing your legs over his shoulder with little effort, âwanâ more baby, wanna taste you now, wanna make you cum.â
and satoru gojo loves to prove how good he is at everything.
cw (minors please dni): fem!reader, suguru is such a service dom, overstimulation (a lot of it), reader is so so needy, use of a vibrator, female masturbation, he helps you get off, talking you through it ngh
itâs been hours already, or days maybe, suguru doesnât really know. all he knows that youâve worn him out, milked him fucking dry and youâre still somehow so insatiable.
he looks at you incredulously, his sweat-slicked body limp against the mattress, inky hair splattered across the pillows. heâs given you everything that he could and yet, here you are - straddling his hips, grinding your cunt, already-stuffed full of cum, along his sensitive length which twitches but isnât fully hard.
âjusâ one more, sugu, please,â you beg, airy and whiny, your hips relentless. âwasnât enough.â
âwasnât enough?â he repeats, sliding his hands over your overworked thighs. âi need a break, pretty girl.â
you pout and huff, collapsing against his chest and he chuckles softly, running his fingers through your damp hair. âi already gave you like two breaks.â
âand across how many rounds?â he asks.
âi donât knowâŚâ you mumble.
âexactly. too many to count.â
âthought you can handle it.â
he kisses the crown of your head. âi can. but you had me shooting blanks the last round. iâll give you more, beautiful, i just need a break,â he assures you smoothly, knowing your body is still humming with a need so deep it doesnât seem like itâll go anywhere anytime soon. âfor now, why donât you use your toys to get you off, huh?â
you perk back up at the idea and his amethyst irises follow your naked body as you get up to grab your vibrator.
when you return to the bed, he rolls onto his side and props himself up on his elbow, resting his head in his hand as he watches you. his eyes heavy-lidded and damp tresses falling to the side.
with your legs readily spread, glistening pussy winking at him, you donât waste any time. you turn your vibrator on to the one of the highest intensities, firmly pressed against your puffy bud.
violent shudders rack your worn-out yet needy body, your back arching slightly off the mussed sheets and your vision blurring with fuzzy stars.
âoh, f-fuck⌠âs so goodâŚâ you moan wantonly, head thrashing against the bed as you keep the vibrations steady against you.
suguruâs eyes dilate with desire once again, swallowing thickly. âyeah? you needed it so bad, didnât you?â
âuh-huh⌠hngh⌠so fucking bad. c-canât get enough.â
click, you turn it up all the way and a strangled noise is forced out of you. your entire body convulses, thighs snapping shut around your vibrator but youâre relentless, only wanting more and more. youâre oversensitive and overstimulated, every nerve feeling like itâs on fire.
a loud whine tears from your throat when suguruâs fingers encircle your wrist and gently pulls the vibrator away. not to tease, but out of concern.
âthatâs way too much, sweet girl. i know youâre needy, but youâre gonna make yourself pass out like that,â he chides softly, his free hand rubbing your trembling inner thigh soothingly.
âi wasnât going to pass out,â you argue weakly, frustration seeping into your tone. âi just want to cum.â
âi know,â he reassures. âlet me do it, okay?â his gaze flicks up to make eye contact with you, waiting for your confirmation. and when he gets it, he switches the vibrator to a lower intensity.
he presses it lightly against your clit, watching your hips jerk with sensitivity and he gently hushes and soothes you.
âitâs not enough,â you mumble, biting back a moan.
âmhm, just focus on how good it feels. iâll make you feel so good, i promise.â his voice is hypnotic and soothing, like a lullaby.
he moves the vibrator in small circles against you, watching the way you twitch and grasp at the sheets. a whimper escapes you, the frustrating yet euphoric vibrations easing you into intense pleasure.
sticky arousal drips from your slit, your plush walls contracting around nothing, aching to be filled and pounded into again. until their shape becomes a mould of his dick.
he doesnât increase the intensity nor speed up the circles, slowly submerging you into a heated pool of arousal, letting it consume you second by second.
your whimpers grow into moans, louder and more frequent, your knuckles whitening as you clutch the sheets tighter, your eyelids closed. overwhelmed by the electric bliss heâs giving you.
âthatâs it. youâre doing so good. just let yourself feel,â he encourages softly, whispering praises into your skin, lips brushing against the skin of your knee propped up on the bed.
âa-ah⌠it feels so-- nngh.â
âi know, beautiful, i know. youâre so close, arenât you?â
âyes, y-yes⌠oh my god, yes,â you mewl, hips bucking against the vibrator, wanting more and feeling overwhelmed at the same time. ragged and shallow breaths tremble out of you. âwanna cum, please, sugu.â
âiâve got you, sweet girl. let go for me.â
and as if that was the trigger to your orgasm, your body jolts with the suddenness of your peak before twitching with ecstasy, your chest heaving as you cum harder than you expected. your knees knock into each other, babbled cries leaving your lips as he keeps the toy pressed against you to let you ride it out.
once you come back down from your high, you notice suguruâs dick now fully hard and leaking dribbles of ivory. he sees the hunger consume your eyes once more, feeling like a prey to your carnal desire.
In which Toji has to adapt to his younger girlfriend and her never-ending needs ;)
Free use!Toji is an older man and heâs not insecure about it. You like that heâs wiser, that his hair has speckles of grey in it, and that his laugh lines are prominent. What you donât like, however, is the fact that his libido has declined over the years. Now, donât get him wrong, heâs not limp-dicked by any means, but after getting up early, hours and hours of work, pushing his body to the limit, all he wants to do when he gets home is eat and sleep.Â
Youâre a younger, fitter, hungrier girl â heâd be an idiot to let you go just because heâs always napping.Â
So, to make up for the discrepancy, he came up with a solution: use him whenever you want.Â
Free use!Toji sleeps the world away during the weekend, trading his old drinking habits for some quality time with his bed. Naturally, he has a habit of sleeping in just boxers or sometimes, when heâs too tired from his shower, nothing at all. He doesnât wake when you come crawling, mouth watering at the sight of his soft cock resting on his thigh, nor when you lay wet kisses all over his length, moaning when you feel him chubbing up.Â
Itâs really only when you start bouncing on it, shaking the bed so vigorously it smacks against the wall, that he wakes up. Bleary eyes open, a low groan leaving his lips and hands reaching out to rest on your hips. âBabygirl,â he rasps, âyou needy?â
âMmm, yeah, Toj.â Calloused, he palms your breasts, thumb tweaking your hardened nubs out of reflex. âCouldnât -ngh!- wait, s-sorry.â
Free use!Tojiâs abs clench with his grunts. ââs okay, gorgeous. Never -hah- have to say sorry. Fucking love waking up to my cock buried in your pretty cunt.â
Free use!Toji never complains when you interrupt his dinner by creeping under the table and nuzzling his clothed dick with your cheek. He simply pats your head, gathering your hair and holding it away from your face so he can see your doe eyes staring up at him, can watch your glossy lips wrap around his veiny cock, and your cheeks puff up with his thickness. âStill hungry, ainât ya? Greedy girl.â
Free use!Toji loves when you drag his hand from the steering wheel to between your legs. As a man whoâs been around the block, he doesnât need to look to know where your clit is â the pads of his fingers instinctively rub tight circles around the throbbing thing, delving to your drenched hole to gather the wetness needed to make the glide easier. He listens out for the hitch in your breath, for the obscene moan of his name and the vulgar squelch of your cunt.
Then, when youâve made a mess all over yourself and the leather seat, he shoves his soaked fingers into your mouth for you to suck the stringy juice youâve left dripping down his hand. âGood girl. Weâre almost there.â
And, of course, when you bat your lashes, palming his hefty cock through his jeans, he already knows what you want. âNo, doll. We wonât have time.â
You sigh, inspecting your nails. âI get it. Youâre tired again, arenât you...grandpa?â
A muscle in his jaw ticks. âOh, yeah?â
He shouldnât acquiesce, shouldnât spoil you by parking somewhere dark and dingy just to burrow his cock inside your cunt, your skirt flipped over your back so he can watch your pussy lips suck him in. But he's got a point to prove, a score to settle, a pussy to stuff full.
Free use!Toji smacks your ass, licking the sweat off his scarred lips, and watching the pudgy flesh recoil. He tugs your hair back, forcing your body into an arch. âListen well, babygirl.â His canine scrape the shell of your ear.Â
âNo matter how old I get, I ainât ever gonna be too tired to put a brat in her place.â
