NSFW. husband!Satoru can’t keep his mouth off his pregnant wife’s tits | kinda part two of this one
You woke up to a heavy, delicious warmth pooling over your chest and a sharp, frantic tug of pleasure rippling straight down to your core.
You didn’t even need to open your eyes to know what was happening. It was just past dawn, and Satoru was at it again.
Satoru had always been an obsessive man. Completely devoted to you. But at six months pregnant, your body had become his personal religion. Your belly was round, heavy, and undeniably prominent beneath the sheets, but your tits? They had easily doubled in size — full, aching, and constantly leaking thick, sweet droplets of early milk.
And Satoru was practically feral for it.
He had one large hand firmly cupped around the underside of your right breast, shoving the overflowing flesh upward, while his mouth was clamped greedily over your left nipple. He was sucking with a desperate, rhythmic hunger, his tongue flicking expertly over the sensitive peak as he swallowed every drop you produced.
“Mmmh…”
A soft, breathless moan slipped past your lips as you shifted lazily against the mattress. Your core was already slick and throbbing, soaked through your underwear, just from the way his mouth worked over you. You were so damn used to this by now. Ever since you’d started leaking a few weeks ago, waking up to Satoru nursing on you like a starving man had become your absolute favorite daily routine.
You reached down, fingers tangling in his thick, snow-white hair, and gently gripped a handful of it, pulling his head just a fraction closer to keep him locked against your skin.
Satoru let out a muffled, appreciative growl against your chest. His free hand slid down your body, lingering possessively over the curve of your belly before continuing lower. He grabbed your ass, palm spreading wide and squeezing the soft cheek in a slow, claiming grip that made you arch into him.
He pulled his mouth off your nipple with a loud, wet pop, leaving the skin slick, red, and glistening with saliva. He looked up at you from between your tits, blue eyes blown wide and dark with lust. A thin, milky drop was smeared across his lower lip; he swiped his tongue over it lazily, grinning like a sinner.
“Morning, baby” he rasped, his morning voice thick, gravelly, and entirely wrecked. “Did I wake my favorite mommy?”
“Shut up,” you breathed, a hot blush rushing to your cheeks, though your hips automatically bucked up a fraction against the mattress, chasing the phantom friction. “You’re insatiable.”
“Look at you,” he murmured, ignoring your complaint entirely as his gaze dropped right back to your heavy breasts. He squeezed the right one firmly. “Look how swollen and heavy they get every morning. You’re leaking all over yourself again, baby. So ready for daddy.”
“God, Satoru…” you moaned, your fingers tightening just a bit in his hair, guiding him back down. “Stop talking and just eat.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
With a low, wicked laugh, he dove straight back in. This time he didn’t hold back. He switched to the other breast, sucking so hard and deep that a sharp, exquisite jolt of heat speared straight through your body, making your toes curl. Then, suddenly, he slowed.
He pulled back just enough to drag the flat of his tongue in a long, deliberate stroke from the underside of your breast all the way up to the nipple. Slow. Thorough. Obsessive. He did it again, and again, catching every fresh bead of milk that welled up and swirling his tongue around the peak before sucking it clean.
The wet, smacking sounds of him nursing echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom, mixed with your ragged, needy breathing.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he muttered against your skin, his words vibrating right through your chest. “Drinking straight from the source… knowing my baby is growing in there—it drives me out of my goddamn mind.”
His hand slipped beneath the elastic of your sleep shorts, his long fingers parting your wet folds with zero hesitation. When his middle finger pressed directly against your dripping, ultra-sensitive clit, you let out a sharp gasp, your back arching off the mattress.
“So fucking wet,” Satoru praised, his voice dropping into that filthy, hypnotic register that always made your brain short-circuit. “Look how soaked you are just from me sucking on your tits, sweetheart. You’re a dripping mess. You want daddy’s thick milk inside you again, don't you? Want me to milk these big, heavy tits dry and then fill mommy’s pretty pussy right after?”
“Yes—Satoru, please, fuck, right there—” you stammered, your hips grinding mindlessly against his fingers as he began moving them in fast, tight, relentless circles over your clit while his mouth stayed locked on your breast, sucking hard and deep.
The way his mouth greedily drained your swollen breasts while his fingers rubbed your clit without mercy was entirely too much. Your vision blurred at the edges. Your belly felt heavy and warm, your tits aching with a sweet, burning pressure that begged to be touched harder, sucked harder, used more.
“Ahh– I’m gonna cum”
It hit you fast. Your thighs clamped around his wrist as the first orgasm crashed through you — sharp, sudden, and overwhelming. A broken cry tore from your throat while your clit pulsed wildly under his fingers.
He kept sucking and rubbing you through every wave, milking the climax out of you until you were trembling and gasping his name.
“Satoru—fuck me, please. I need more”
Only then did he lift his head, his lips swollen, flushed, and glistening, breath hot against your skin as he crawled up your body. He pressed his hard, heavy length against your thigh.
“Open your legs wider for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice dark with absolute authority.
You parted your knees immediately, wrapping your legs around his waist as he loomed over your rounded belly, looking down at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the entire world—and the dirtiest, most delicious fantasy he’d ever laid hands on.
“You’re carrying my baby, your belly is round and heavy, your tits are practically overflowing with milk, you just came all over my fingers and now you’re begging me to ruin you,” he whispered fiercely, freeing his cock before pressing the blunt head right against your entrance. One large hand settled gently over the curve of your stomach, stroking it with slow, reverent caresses even as his cock nudged deeper. “You belong to me so completely it’s sick. Spread those legs wider, let me see my big-bellied, milk-leaking girl take every single inch of this.”
He pushed in carefully —slow, controlled, mindful of the six-month bump—until he was fully seated inside you. The stretch punched a broken moan from your throat. Satoru’s forehead dropped against yours for a second, breathing hard, while his hand kept stroking over your belly in soft, continuous circles.
“That’s it… take daddy nice and deep,” he murmured, starting to move in long, careful thrusts. “Feel how full you are? My cock in this tight little pussy, my baby growing right here under my hand… and these perfect, leaking tits just waiting for me to empty them again.”
He fucked you like that—deep, steady, almost worshipful—until your thighs started shaking. Every time he bottomed out he pressed a little firmer against your belly, like he needed the constant reminder of what he’d put inside you.
“Gonna fill mommy up,” he growled against your mouth, voice cracking with restraint. “You want that, baby?”
“Yes, Satoru — fuck — I want to be so full of cum I’ll feel it for days. Want another baby in me the second this one comes out.”
Something in him snapped.
The careful, worshipful thrusts turned sharp and deep. Satoru braced one hand beside your head and the other stayed locked over your swollen belly, fingers spread wide like he needed to feel every jolt of his cock slamming into you. His hips snapped forward harder, wet and filthy, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room mixed with the soft, rhythmic slap of your heavy tits bouncing with every thrust.
“Fuck—look at you,” he panted, blue eyes almost black. “Six months pregnant, tits leaking, and still begging for more of my cum. So fucking greedy for it”
He drove in deeper, angling so the thick head of his cock dragged hard against that swollen spot inside you on every stroke. Your nails dug into his shoulders.
“Satoru—oh god—”
“That’s it. Take it. Take every fucking inch while you carry my baby.” His voice was wrecked, desperate. “Gonna pump you so full it drips down your thighs for the rest of the day. Gonna keep you dripping and swollen and marked as mine.”
His filthy words pushed you toward the edge faster and faster, your second orgasm building with every one that left his mouth.
One hand left your belly only long enough to shove two fingers into your mouth; you sucked them greedily while he watched, eyes wild. When he pulled them free he smeared the spit over one leaking nipple and pinched it, making you whimper.
“Feel how deep I am?” he snarled, thrusting so hard the headboard knocked the wall. “Feel my cock stretching this pregnant pussy open? You’re gonna come on it. You’re gonna milk me with those tight little walls”
Your belly tightened under his palm. Your thighs shook violently around his waist. The wet, filthy sounds of him pounding into you filled the room.
“Satoru—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m—”
“Come,” he ordered, voice breaking. “Come on daddy’s cock, baby—please”
You shattered with a broken, high cry, walls clamping down around him so hard he cursed. Your whole body jerked and pulsed beneath him. Satoru didn’t last another three thrusts. He slammed in to the hilt and came with a raw, animal sound — thick, hot pulses flooding you so deep it made your stomach tighten. He kept grinding through it, forcing every drop inside while his hand stayed pressed over your belly like he was holding both of you together.
He stayed buried, panting against your neck, hips still giving tiny, involuntary thrusts as the last spurts left him. Cum was already starting to leak out around his cock, warm and messy between your thighs.
Only then did the urgency finally melt away. Satoru's breathing gradually steadied. He pressed a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, then another beneath your jaw before carefully slipping out and rolling onto his side, making sure not to put any weight on your stomach. His hand found the gentle curve of your belly almost immediately, thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over your skin.
“You okay, baby?” he asked quietly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face. His blue eyes searched yours, all concern now. “Did I go too hard? Need some water? Want me to clean you up?”
A sleepy laugh escaped you. You cupped his cheek, your thumb grazing along his jaw as he instinctively leaned into your touch.
“You switch from absolute pervert to worried husband and soon-to-be dad so fast it's honestly impressive.” you teased, still catching your breath. “Wasn’t I your cock slut like... five seconds ago?”
Satoru’s lips twitched. He caught your wrist and pressed a kiss to your palm.
“You know I’d never call you that.”
“Maybe you should” you murmured with a grin.
“Oh my god,” he mumbled. “My wife is filthy.”
“Says you.”
“I know! That’s why I'm shocked.”
You laughed, and he kissed you again—slow this time, unhurried, before resting his forehead against yours.
“I love you,” he whispered. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too.” you murmured as your fingers slipped into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp
Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a few tissues.
“Let me clean you up,” he said softly. “Then I'm getting you water, and after that I'm holding you until you fall asleep again.”
You opened your mouth to protest. He pressed a finger lightly against your lips.
“No arguments.”
You rolled your eyes but settled deeper into the pillows as he got out of bed.
Honestly, after the way your husband had thoroughly fucked you into the mattress, going back to sleep sounded like an excellent idea.
Fictional Character! Jiseok who’s hopelessly in love with you, but you’re real.
✩ You fell asleep while watching his show again which meant Jiseok didn’t have to bother with continuing to act out the story line. Instead he could stare at you through the t.v. screen. Seeing you curled up on your couch, blanket tucked under your chin. He wishes that he could reach out and tuck the stray strands of hair out of your face, so that he could see your face clearly. Alas he was blocked by the glass of the t.v. screen. That separated his fictional world from your real world.
“If only you were fictional too,” he longed for you.
you ride him until you can’t take it anymore, so he makes you beg before he finally decides to help
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You’re already soaked — dripping, honestly — when the thick head of his cock slides through your folds teasingly, and the second you start sinking down he lets out a low sound, half moan and half laugh, because having you on top is always fun for him.
Slowly, every thick inch stretches you, forcing your pussy to make room, and when your ass is flush against his thighs he’s so deep it causes a small, delicious ache in your stomach.
"Fuck, look at that… sitting on my cock like you were born for it," he murmurs, watching where you’re stretched open around him. "Your pretty little hole is swallowing me up. Go on then, baby. Show me how pretty you look riding me."
You start moving — lifting until only the swollen tip is left inside, then dropping down with a wet, filthy slap that makes both of you moan. It feels amazing at first — hands braced on his chest, fingers spreading over the muscles while you roll your hips and bounce, searching for that angle that drags over the perfect spot inside you every single time.
Riki just leans back against the pillows with one arm behind his head, the other lazily reaching up to pinch your nipple and then slap the side of your ass once you find a good rhythm. "Baby, your pussy’s squeezing me so tight every time you drop down… gripping like it doesn’t want to let me go. You love this, don’t you? Being stuffed full of me."
You nod, already out of breath, already starting to sweat. "Yes… yes, Riki."
He grins, amused. "Louder. Tell me how much you love my cock stretching you open."
"It feels so fucking good," you pant, speeding up. The wet sounds fill the room — slick, filthy, and constant every time you sink down. Your clit rubs against him on every downward motion, building fast, that hot pressure growing in your belly.
For a while, everything is perfect. You’re riding him hard, hair stuck to your damp forehead, little broken moans slipping out of both of you every time he bottoms out and sinks deep.
Then your thighs start to burn.
At first it’s just a mild burn you try to ignore, so you keep bouncing, keep chasing that peak. But the ache spreads, stronger and more insistent, and suddenly lifting yourself takes more effort than it should, making your rhythm falter.
You try to push through it, dropping down harder to compensate, but your legs are shaking now and the confident bounce from a minute ago is turning into something more clumsy, more messy.
Riki notices right away — of course he does — his eyes lighting up with amusement as that wicked little smirk forms on his mouth. "What’s wrong? You just got started. Don’t tell me those pretty legs are already giving out."
"I’m… I’m fine," you manage to say, trying to force your hips to keep moving like before.
You rise halfway and your thighs tremble so hard you almost lose your balance, falling back down with a small, clumsy bounce that doesn’t feel nearly as good — just an awkward, wet slide that leaves you full, but not fucked the way you need.
Riki laughs under his breath, low and delighted. "Look at you." His hands stay right where they are, on your hips, not helping, just holding, while he watches you struggle. "Poor thing… those pretty legs already giving out? I thought you wanted to ride me so bad."
Gritting your teeth and trying again, you push with everything you’ve got and make it halfway before your muscles just give up. You sink back down with a frustrated, needy sound, his cock still buried deep inside you, stretching you while you sit there, useless.
"I can do it," you insist, voice a little desperate. "Just… give me a—"
"No." He doesn’t even pretend to be nice. "Keep going. Figure it out. You wanted to ride me so bad, remember? Climbed on top of me like you could handle it. So ride. Don’t just sit there like a useless cumdump with my cock stuffed in you."
His words hit you right between the legs and somehow make everything hotter instead of humiliating. You try again — push up and manage a few small bounces that are more friction than actual riding.
Riki’s cock slides in and out of you in short, uneven strokes and it’s still good, still stretches you perfectly, but it doesn’t come close to the hard, deep fucking you were giving yourself a minute ago. You’re dripping onto his balls now, making a mess of both of you.
"That’s not bouncing," he says, voice dripping with amusement. "That’s lazy grinding. I want to feel you bouncing on my cock like you actually mean it. Come on… Up and down. Up and down. It’s not that hard. Or is it? Is my cock too big for you to handle when you have to do the work?"
You moan, trying harder until your arms start shaking too from bracing on his chest. Every time you manage to lift yourself, he just watches with that same cruel little smirk, not offering a single bit of help — just holding your hips and feeling you struggle. "Riki—"
"What? Need something, baby?" He tilts his head, pretending to be confused. "That pretty little brain of yours stopped working the second my cock went in you, huh? Can’t even talk right when you’re this full…"
"My legs… are shaking," you admit, voice low, frustrated and already starting to crack. "I can’t… I can’t keep going like this.
"Aw. So weak." He squeezes your hips, holding you right there so you feel every inch of him pulsing inside your stretched pussy. "Look at you. You’re stuck, can’t even lift yourself off my cock anymore. That’s so fucking pathetic. Poor baby thought she could ride a cock and now she’s just sitting here, dripping and useless."
You lean forward, try to use more of your arms, manage two small clumsy lifts before your thighs give out completely and you collapse back down.
His cock pulses inside you like it’s laughing at you too because you’re so wet it’s embarrassing — slick and shiny, dripping down over his balls.
"Please," you whisper, face burning.
"Please what?"
Your voice comes out small and needy. "Help me, just… move me, or thrust up. I can’t do it by myself anymore."
Riki’s smile is pure malice. "No. I like watching you struggle. It’s cute. So keep trying."
You do — God, you do — lifting with shaky legs, falling, lifting again, each attempt weaker than the last until you’re basically just squirming on top of him, barely moving with his cock still buried deep in your pulsing, soaked pussy and tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Riki, please… I need help. My legs can’t take it anymore. Please, just… fuck me, I’ll do anything, just help me."
He hums like he’s considering it. "Anything, huh? Beg properly then. Let me hear how much you need it."
You’re past pride at this point — your pussy is pulsing around him and the need is almost painful now that you’ve stopped moving.
"Please, Riki," you beg, voice thick and face hot with shame. "Please help me. Please fuck me. I need you to use me, I’ll be good, I’ll take it however you want, just help me bounce on your cock again. Please, I’ll be your little sex toy, just don’t leave me sitting here dripping."
He lets the begging hang in the air for a few long, humiliating seconds, just watching you sit there shaking and full of him, cheeks flushed, eyes watery, completely at his mercy, then he laughs, low and cruel.
"That’s what I wanted to hear." He lifts you like you weigh nothing and drops you back down hard, making you cry out as his cock sinks deep. "Had to beg just to keep getting fucked, dumb baby."
He starts moving you, using your body like a toy — lifting you until only the tip is stretching your entrance, then dropping you back down onto his cock over and over while you cling to his shoulders and moan uncontrollably. "Couldn’t even finish riding me by yourself… so pathetic. You thought you were gonna bounce on this cock until I came, and instead you lasted what, three minutes? How cute."
You can only moan, nod, and take the way he bounces you on his cock. Throughout the thrusts he keeps mocking you — calling you weak, calling you a lazy slut, saying how sad it is that your pretty legs gave out so fast, how your pussy is still dripping for him anyway — and every filthy word makes your pussy clench tighter around him.
"You gonna cum like this?" he asks, slamming you down hard so you feel every inch dragging along your walls. "Gonna cum while I do all the work because you’re too tired to ride?"
"Yes, yes, I’m gonna cum… please don’t stop. It feels so good."
He keeps using you, keeps bouncing you on his cock like you weigh nothing, until the pleasure finally explodes and you cum hard around him, shaking, crying out and clenching so tight he groans.
Your pussy milks him in little pulses while he fucks you without stopping, still lifting and dropping you, still murmuring how weak, pathetic and perfect you look falling apart on his cock.
The grip on your hips gets hard enough to hurt, and he growls low in his throat as he drops you down one last time and holds you there, buried to the hilt. "Take every drop like a good girl."
Thick, hot pulses flood deep inside you, painting your walls while he uses your limp body to milk himself.
Riki doesn’t give you more than a few seconds to catch your breath before he moves. One second you’re still collapsed on his chest and the next he’s flipping you onto your back. He hovers over you, bracing one hand beside your head while the other stays firm on your thigh.
He reaches between your legs, wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and slowly — fucking slowly — pulls it out. You feel every thick inch drag along your sensitive, swollen walls, and the second the head pops free, a thick, hot gush of cum follows it.
Your pussy clenches hard around nothing, with little spasms, and more of it leaks out in slow, messy pulses. You can feel it dripping, thick and sticky, leaking from your cunt and running down, straight toward that tight little hole between your cheeks.
Riki just stares — dark eyes, lips parted, completely focused on the way your pussy keeps pushing out his cum in little contractions. "Fuck… look at that. Your greedy hole can’t even hold it in. Look how much of me you’re wasting."
You moan, thighs shaking, face burning, and try to close your legs a little out of pure shame. But he doesn’t let you — the hand on your thigh squeezes hard, then starts slowly stroking the sore, trembling muscle that gave out earlier.
His fingers slide down, carefully gathering the white fluid that leaked out of you — a bit of the sticky trail sliding toward your ass, a bit from your folds — and then pushes two fingers back into your pussy.
You gasp at the sudden stretch, still so sensitive it’s almost too much, and he just watches your face while he works his cum back inside you, slow and careful. He curls his fingers, scoops, pushes deeper, making sure every drop gets shoved back where he wants it.
"There, back where it belongs," he says, voice rough with satisfaction as he feels you squirm helplessly around his fingers. "Not gonna let it go to waste just because your pussy’s too fucked out to hold it. Stay open for me. That’s it… take it back. Good girl."
He keeps pushing more in until your hole is full again, only then does he pull his fingers out — shiny and covered in cum mixed with your own slick. Without warning he brings them straight to your mouth. "Open."
You hesitate for half a second and he raises an eyebrow, the hand on your thigh giving a small squeeze that makes the ache come back. You part your lips and he slides those two fingers onto your tongue, pressing enough that you taste everything — his cum, your own wetness.
He watches with satisfaction as you suck, hollowing your cheeks, tongue working between his fingers. "That’s it, good girl. Get every drop."
When he finally pulls his fingers out, they’re shiny with your spit, so he wipes them on the inside of your thigh, right over the sore muscle, spreading the wetness on your skin, then leans in so his mouth is close to your ear. “Next time you wanna ride, try not to be so pathetic and last more than three minutes.”
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You moan loudly into the sheets, pushing your body back against his because, fuck, it feels way too good and you need more. "Riki, fuck… deeper."
He lets out a mocking laugh and stretches one arm forward, grabbing both your wrists and pulling them behind your back, pinning them there so you can’t move while he keeps fucking you hard.
"Fuck, this pussy’s squeezing me so tight," he growls, his free hand sliding down to smack your ass — hard enough to sting in the best way and make you clench even harder around his cock.
His balls slap against your clit with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.
It’s hard to think straight with him buried so deep, hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. He tightens his grip on your wrists, pulling them back to arch you even more, completely at his mercy as he picks up the pace, fucking you faster and harder.
"You like being my little sex toy, huh? You like when I use this pretty fucking pussy." He smacks your ass again, then rubs the spot before grabbing and spreading you wider, so he can watch his cock disappear into your soaked pussy.
Every inch of him drags along your inner walls, the friction so good it makes you moan and whimper nonstop. Your arms strain against his hold, but you don’t really want to get free; being completely at his mercy only makes the heat burn hotter, and your pussy pulses around him.
"You’re dripping down my balls, baby… so wet for me." His fingers find your clit, rubbing it fast and hard while he keeps fucking you deep.
"Riki… ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that," you moan, your voice cracking as the pressure builds fast in your belly.
He lets out a satisfied laugh and rubs even harder; his cock slams all the way in at the same time, filling you completely.
Your whole body tenses, thighs shaking, and then the pleasure hits you hard. Your pussy clenches and pulses around him as you cum, letting out a loud, shaky moan.
He doesn’t slow down at all, keeping up those brutal, deep thrusts as he chases his own pleasure. "Fuck, your pussy’s milking me so good."
You feel hypersensitive, but in the best way — that kind of overwhelming sensation that makes you want even more, even right after cumming.
You turn your head further, looking back over your shoulder at him as best you can. "Keep fucking me like this, don’t pull out… I want you to use me until you cum."
"You sound so good when you beg like that." He keeps pounding you hard, his hand slapping your ass as he speeds up, the wet sounds of skin slapping filling the room.
A second wave of pleasure starts building fast — he’s hitting every perfect spot and his fingers never stop working your sensitive clit.
"Riki, fuck… I’m already so close again." You push your body back, bouncing against him while he grips your wrists even tighter.
"You're such a good girl for me," he says, voice strained as he gets closer to the edge, his cock pulsing inside you. You clench around him on purpose, trying to drag him over the limit with you.
"Cum inside me, Riki… fill me up." Your voice, thick with desire, is all he needs. He groans loudly, thrusting deep a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and cumming hard, hot spurts of cum filling you.
The sensation pushes you over the edge too. Another orgasm crashes through you, making your pussy pulse and squeeze him tight as you moan his name, voice shaky.
Once you both catch your breath and the spasms start to fade, he slowly pulls his cock out so you feel every inch. His cum leaks out of you onto the sheets, and the sight makes his cock twitch — already starting to get hard again. "I’m not done with you yet… this time I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.
pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.
pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.
pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.
pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.
he looks down in shame. and ryomen sukuna is never ashamed of anything he’s done, and he’s done a lot of shit.
“that asshole was putting his hands on you” he huffs and looks at your chest instead of your eyes “so yes, again” you’ve never looked this visibly annoyed, and what was scaring him even more is how calm your voice was.
“look at me, not my tits ryomen” you narrow your eyes, he immediately looks up “yes ma’am” you grab his collar and the security turns a blind eye(he’s been getting on their nerves also)
“when I say no stupid shit, that means no-” you give him a hard slap “-jail, got it?” he just nods his face didn’t even budge, of course you don’t intend to harm your husband and you’re not abusive. sometimes with ryomen sukuna you literally need to smack some sense into him.
“yes ma’am” he nods again, “can you bail me now?” you roll your eyes “im not picking you up again, call choso” ryomens eyebrows knit together in annoyance “but i want you to pick me up” if anyone didn’t know any better, he’s whining for you to pick him up.
“no ryo” he tilts his head and subconsciously pouts then leans in “cmon woman, stop being a brat” his words have no bite, but when you smile he scowls.
you take a deep sigh and close your eyes, “last time” “i promise baby” he smirks.
you both know this definitely isn’t the first, nor the last.
ps. ok pinky promise this is the last drabble after this ima finish two more request than boxer choso is coming😭 taglist : : @in-aa @chewiebee @applelite @crybabylulu @yassifie-d @ai-no-tegami @silverwfern @oksukuna
˗ˋˏ ♡CW- : explicit language, dirty talk, my obsession with his lips manifested itself into this, petnames, dryhvmping, dirty talk, downbad Riki, spit and tongue stuff, and a whole lot of makeouts<333
! ˚ ༘ ❄︎ ⋆｡ can be read as part of the bestfriend! au or as a stand-alone :)
˚ ༘ ❄︎ ⋆｡˚wordcount— 2.6K
꒰ঌevery 1 already knows English is not my first language໒꒱
Riki has always loved your lips— you know that.
The fullness, the shape, all those yummy smelling chapsticks and pretty glosses you wore constantly made his heart pump faster, stare a little longer. Riki is considerate enough not to go out of his way to accost you…at first. Everything changes after something you’ve since dubbed ‘the incident’.
You were spending what had to be night 7265913 at Riki’s, cuddling while some YouTuber drama droned on from the tv in the background. He was trying to listen— yes, he knows you don’t like Jackie Aina or Patrick Ta and he doesn’t either in solidarity but the point is quickly lost the more he focuses on your bare leg that’s thrown over his waist, soft skin warm and smelling like fresh cream from your shower not even an hour ago.
His thumb is circling the exposed skin of your waist, lidded eyes watching your lips move. You don’t notice at first, only that his hands are gradually moving more— squeezing, caressing, fingertips fluttering near the hem of your shorts. Blood is already traveling south just from being so close to you and honestly it just slips out.
“What’s your favorite part of my body?”
You pause mid sentence to look down at him. Confused because it’s so random but you decide to indulge him. What’s the harm?
If only you trusted your instincts that you know your boyfriend to be a menace and that no amount of soft lighting from the television would change that; you would’ve answered that question over text where it was safe. Instead you study him and the lovely points of his own face. Beauty marks scattered across the perfect expanse of his high cheekbones, sharp jawline, intense eyes and…
“Your lips.”
Riki was attractive through and through but the one thing about him that always stood out to you was his lips.
“So full and soft..”, you lean down to give him a firm kiss, voice low and hypnotic. “All pink and pretty…”.
You don’t get to say much else because after that you immediately find yourself on your back with him on top of you.
The tv noise becomes fuzz in your head when he slots his mouth over yours, kissing you like it’s something he’d been holding back all day and you had no clue what you just set free. Thick lips move hungrily against your gasping mouth, one hand tightening around your waist while the other clasps around your throat. The sudden onslaught of fire that courses through you is so molten it leaves you breathless as you let out a weak whine.
Riki’s broad tongue laps the sound up as he slides his tongue in your mouth. You let him take you over, stroking the muscle with your own tongue and he feels his eyes flutter behind closed lids.
He’ll never get tired of this.
There’s something about the wet push and pull of your swollen lips, your heady, sweet taste against his pallet with the delicious pressure of how hard he is as you start to grind together— it’s heaven. You’re so warm too, so tender beneath him that it makes him ravenous.
Ripping his mouth off yours, you struggle in a deep breath while Riki sucks your bottom lip, holding you closer, purring low in his chest before surging his mouth back over yours.
The kiss is wetter now, his hand tightening around your neck as he kisses you with open mouth. You sound so good, taste so good, feel so fucking good he’s getting goosebumps and you’re lightheaded. Each heavy roll of his hips grinds his engorged length harder between your pussy lips; through your clothes and right over your throbbing clit.
Hotly, the swollen plushness of his lips give under the pressure he’s on yours with as your hearts race. It’s too much— twisting your head away to breathe, not even that stops him because the second you open your mouth to pant out his name so he can wait, he’s already sucking your tongue with a shameless desperation.
Liquid heat bowls down to your gut and your hips jerk up, the wet fabric of your panties catching so perfectly on your clit while Niki kisses you blind. He can’t stop— doesn’t want to either and it gets so much better when your fingers rake through his scalp, leaving a hail of shivers down his spine when they tighten along the sensitive hair on the nape of his neck. The air in the room has gone from warm to sweat-inducing— his heavy kisses growing drenched and sticky, lips smacking together as you flood his system.
Gasping for air, Niki pulls back no further than he absolutely has to but he’s still unable to withstand the borderline fever taking over him, resting his forehead back on yours. The proximity doesn’t help—he’s so turned on he can’t even think straight.
“All pink and pretty…”, your voice rings in his head.
Fuck.
It’s too strong—too hot, scorching a trickling trail below his bellybutton. He needs more. The way you writhe against him; shared saliva coating your lips and palette only sharpens the edges of his lust when he whispers against your wet lips,
“Open your mouth, baby. Gimme your tongue.”
Your heart skips. Squeezing your thighs around his middle, you look—really look— at him. His chest is heaving like he’s run a marathon and gearing up to run 10 more, his pupils completely span his iris with his skin flushed to all hell with a wet mouth and puffy lips. You must take too long to answer because he thrusts his hips down into yours like he’s fucking you, whining needily at your lips.
“Open— please—need it, pretty..”. Fuck.
If you were better at heeding warnings, you’d have pushed him off of you then and there but because you’re a dumbass who likes the stupid prizes you get from playing stupid games— you open your mouth and let your tongue fall out.
Groaning raw in his throat, the sight sends a pang straight to his dick making it throb where it’s pressed against you. Warm breaths coast into your mouth when he coos against the sensitive wetness on your spit-slick tastebuds and you’re so aroused even your cunt seems to have her own heartbeat.
“Look at it twitch…so sensitive”, he whispers, eyes dazed and blown. “Just like your pussy, yeah?”
His answer is a wrecked little moan when he presses his lips to your drenched tongue in a filthy wet smooch— letting his own tongue fall out to lap hotly up the length of yours, eyes lidded in the filthy bliss of it all. The constricting of your oxygen tips your body into oversensitivity as Riki sucks the wriggling muscle into his mouth.
Hes being gross, he knows but your mouth. A low groan vibrates his chest.
You can’t think anymore— blood thrumming while moans spill from your throat, ears burning with every slurp followed by a messy grind into your cunt. The sounds of your sloppy kissing ring out utterly depraved, completely debauched as you both go on like that. Right up until that restless jittery heat crashes over and he drags you into its searing depths with him— shaking from the intensity.
For a second, you think you blackout until you feel a heavy weight on top of you paired with puffy lips suckling and biting at your cheeks and jaw. He shudders at the sound you make when he drags his teeth down, scraping them down your pulse with fluttering teases of tongue.
Riki swears he’s losing his mind. Despite what just happened he’s still rock hard like he didn’t just cum all in his boxers and he doesn’t know what to do with himself with you looking up at him so dazed and pretty— lips shining with spit.
While it ended up being a long night for you, his kissy streak didn’t end there.
It starts to become an obsession.
Whenever he remembers that you not only find him attractive but that his lips are your favorite the same way your lips are his and suddenly he’s tugging you away with excuses of there being some emergency only to find out the ‘emergency’ is his need to have you flat to the nearest surface with his annoyingly juicy lips on yours.
“Just a little bit, babydoll— please?”
And you’re just as bad because even when you know Riki likes to take a mile out of an inch, leaving you with slick dripping down the inside of your leg while his mouth sucks away at yours; you still say yes every time.
You’re playing with fire and he takes full advantage of it. After all, your friends still don’t know you two are way past friendship and dating now but Riki truly can’t help it. He just wants to touch, wants to discover all the nasty things you’d let him to you— devilish eyes and that smart mouth moaning that you’re his. He’d do anything you wanted just to have you sweet and dripping— pliant as you are now.
“Niki…”, he watches your spit slick lips gasp his name with hazy eyes; crowding you on top of the sink inside the lavish bathroom.
Part of him feels guilty because this certainly isn’t the place or the time. You’re his plus one for his sisters wedding yet as the laughing, music and dancing go on outside; drunk guests stumbling about— he’s got you in here.
It’s really not his fault.
You look good enough to eat but the same sentiment also more than applies to him. His suit jacket is long abandoned, sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled to his elbows with a couple buttons undone to fight the heat pumping through him as his tie hangs off his neck and oh god his haircut.
Sliding the soft satin of your dress up, he takes your calf in hand, keeping his eyes locked on yours while he kisses down to the inside of your knee before wrapping it around his waist and doing the same to your other leg. Biting his lip when he rasps out a groan, voice honey slick.
“I can’t wait until this is us one day,”
The nagging feeling of the cold sink beneath your ass with your back plastered to the mirror evaporates under his mouth. He kisses you slow this time but no less consuming— letting you really feel those flames licking up your body making you melt for him. Your head dips back and he follows, sloppily lapping into the wet cavern with a mean suck to your lips, growling at the throaty moan that shoots from you.
“After I put a pretty ring on your finger and ruin you just like you’ve ruined me.”
Riki won’t deny the pleasure that pulses in his chest when you choke at his words, staring at him with wide eyes before he’s kissing you again.
As he swallows your whimpers, tongue slotting against yours, he swears that each match you’ve struck with him has been soaked in gasoline because this need to breathe the oxygen from your very lungs can’t be normal.
He’s messily feeding off the wet, pleasured moans from your mouth but he’s still starving. His cheeks hallow from the suction he’s using on your tongue, spit leaving a messy trail on your chins. Pretty nails drag up the expanse of his wide shoulders, trying to hold on so you don’t get carried away but Riki is determined.
The kiss becomes sweltering; heady and sappy like melted molasses. His full lips smack tackily against yours thanks to the gloss he’s already half licked off you as his tongue flicks to taste, laving against the roof of your mouth, back molars—even the inside of your cheeks. Your hitching breath is just as sweet, just as longing; sugar in the endless depths of his want and oh—
You dissolve like fresh cotton candy.
When he finally lets you push him off, the warmed air has a tangible current as you stare each other down, chests heaving.
He’s a mess.
Your lip stain painted across his mouth like a condemning verdict, pressed shirt undone and wrinkled now. Reception be damned, you just want him to take you home because you have a feeling—
“M’sorry baby, got a little carried away but how about this? One more kiss and I swear I’ll be good”— is a total lie.
You’ll give him one more and it’ll give to a second one that’ll be heavier, then the third—wetter, the fourth even sloppier. Anything after that he’ll be between your legs dry-humping you to a screeching orgasm then using the mess as lube to fuck you senseless all while kissing you like he’ll run out of air if he doesn’t.
Blood is already pooling in his groin, solidifying his hunger as he kisses you again, swollen length rutting against you harder. Your hands fist tight in his hair and Riki moans, lapping at you filthier. A large hand braces along your back to feel it arch and curve; ready to keep your mouth flush to his puffy lips as he flips your dress up and—
“Aah! W-wait”, you throw your head in the opposite direction, pleading before you end up giving in.
“Home, let’s go home— not here…”, you trail off while he’s no longer trying to actively consume you; taking the opening and running with it while you have his attention.
“I don’t think your sister would appreciate us ruining the sanctity of her very expensive wedding venue bathroom..”
Goddamnit.
He lets out a heavy sigh into your cleavage because you’re right. If he was trying to get Konon to never speak to him again— being caught like this with you on one of the most significant occasions in her life would certainly do the job.
Then again, he’s fucking hard.
The throbbing of his dick is incessant, visibly stiff through his slacks. It’s borderline painful when he captures your mouth in one final bruising kiss. Enjoying the wetness of your equally swollen lips before pulling away with a feverish lick to the inside of your cheek. You’re left gasping while Riki looks at you like he didn’t do that on purpose, flinging your body into lava with his mouth alone.
Riki helps you down and you two make yourselves as presentable as you can. It’s a feat that you manage to ignore his hands on your waist when you bend over, facing the mirror to touch up your makeup and redo your lip combo. He’s shameless then too—grinding his erection between your asscheeks as he watches you line and gloss your lips through dark molten eyes, biting his lip until you’re done.
Opening the door for you, hungry eyes stare you down as you stroll through, flicking him a look of your own.
“You okay? You look a little winded, baby.”
The smirk is audible, his teasing voice laced with amusement. Of course the correct thing to do would be to ignore him. Again, if you liked living without an ice pack to your mouth and back pain later— you wouldn’t provoke him.
Oh well.
“Cute. You pitch a tent like that for all campers or just me?”
He swears, the curse hissed lowly into your ear as you make your way towards his family, smiling at the beautiful bride as you get closer to the long table with every step.
“Mhmm, keep playing with me.”
You’re snickering now but he couldn’t be more serious as that little voice warning you about playing stupid games gets louder. Riki lets out a strained breath, his hand pressing into your lower back, more than a little pent up and you’re only making it worse when you quickly turn to look at him.
“Go suck it.”
You mouth, drawing dangerously closer to their table and you’ll live to regret that later as he leans down over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.
“Baby, that’s the tamest thing I’m gonna do to you.”
one day you and toji got into a huge argument. of course, you decide to ignore him until he apologizes because he was wrong.
but he didn’t, and it’s been a week.
fine, if he didn’t want to talk with you, he doesn’t have to sleep with you either.
so before toji comes home from work, (as a mechanic) you picked up his favorite pillow and blanket and throw it sloppily on the couch not even bothering to fold it or anything.
a couple hours later, around 7pm, the door opens. you’re in the kitchen and you can hear him shuffling around, throwing his keys in the bowl, his jacket on the hanger and his incredibly loud footsteps then— a pause.
he saw it, you can almost hear his frustration from the living room behind you. mainly because the apartment is pretty small, but still he stomps around untill he finds you in the kitchen. you don’t even glance his way, not a small nod or a sound of acknowledgment you continue cooking(for the both of you of course, this man can’t cook to save his life).
he glares through you, like you can activitly feel his stare penetrating through your head.
he looks down the hallway with a small smirk and leaves you alone in the kitchen. you hear a thud in the bedroom and your eye twitches, you just know he did something petty to get back at you for making him sleep on the couch. you plate his food and leave it on the counter to get cold the you walk to the dinner table and sit down. you hear a grunt and him snatching the cold plate as he sits across from you at the same table, he eats quickly and so do you.
an hour later of cleaning the kitchen and toji purposefully watching his sports game loud you finally walk inside the bedroom to see the sheets, blanket and pillow thrown around the bed.
he knows you hate when the bed isn’t made up, your eye twitches from genuine anger. you slam the bedroom door open and stomp over to toji, “get up” toji raises his eyebrow with a smirk but stands up. “look at me” he’s already looking at you, but now into your eyes he could almost see the fire inside. “your sleeping on the couch”
he scoffs “no im not” you roll your eyes and walk back to the bedroom, fully expecting to sleep alone tonight.
until you settle into bed and you feel the weight of the other side shift. “night ma” your eye twitches and you open your mouth but he leans in and kisses you. “love you” your brain glitches and you stare at him as he turns his back to you already falling asleep.
frat!kuna wants to hear your pretty noises (shy!reader)
even though sukuna wasn’t very vocal, that didn’t mean he didn’t want you to be. when you randomly went quiet underneath him, he wasn’t pleased. his thick cock split you open, causing your gummy walls to flutter around his length. you were squirming underneath him with your pupils blown wide as you took him. sukuna was in awe—you looked beautiful under him just as always—but something was missing. aside from the sound of skin on skin, it was quiet. too quiet.
“don’t go silent on me,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “i need to hear you.”
you were flustered. you turned your head away in embarrassment and shook your head. he snapped his hips again, tip nudging your cervix. you bit your lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape from you.
“are you embarrassed?” sukuna asked. “there’s no need to be, i promise.”
you hesitated, moved by his reassurance. he felt good and you wanted to show him that. but, you were shy. plus, it wasn’t like he made any noise other than his praise and a few low grunts here and there. you didn’t want to do it alone.
“taking me so well,” sukuna groaned. “so fucking tight you’d think i didn’t take good care of you.”
you let out a quiet moan, back arching. it was so hard to keep quiet, especially with the way he buried you to the hilt. you were so full of him you couldn’t think straight. heat pooled in your stomach as he fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.
sukuna was close too, how could he not be? your warm walls hugged his length tightly, practically sucking him into your tight cunt. the sight of you under him was enough to get him off. but without the sound of your broken cries, he wasn’t sure if he could finish just yet.
sukuna decided instead of telling you you weren’t alone, he’d show you. the groan he let out snapped you out of it. you clenched around him immediately at the sound.
“‘kuna,” you whined without even realizing it. “feels s’good.”
“there she is. my pretty girl, don’t hide from me. let me hear how good it feels, yeah?”
you nodded and spread your legs even wider. sukuna angled his hips slightly to where his cock reached your sweet spot with each thrust. the delicious stretch was blinding. you cried out his name as you took all of him. his balls slapped against your ass, the lewd sound filling the room and egging him on even more. sukuna groaned into your ear and whispered to you.
“you’re close? come for me, need to hear it and feel it.”
you weren’t as quiet when you came. your orgasm shattered over you at his words. you cried out his name and gripped his bicep. as you came down from the high, you panted, lip quivering as you caught your breath. sukuna followed you right after. he buried you to the hilt with his cock, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pussy. he groaned softly before collapsing on the bed beside you. his arms found yours, pulling you close to his chest. you put your ear to his chest and listened. his heart was pounding so hard like it was about to burst. you looked up at him with a small smile. he mirrored it and pressed his lips to your forehead.
“to be honest, i don’t think i can go again without hearing you,” he admitted. “don’t be afraid, i got you. always.”
ᝰ.ᐟ bf!toji who hates seeing you cry until he makes you sob during sex ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.
bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.
bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.
bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.
"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"
bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."
bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.
bf!toji becomes totally obsessed with this—knowing he can make you lose control just by touching you makes his ego go through the roof. the sweet boyfriend who hates to see you cry in public completely disappears behind closed doors. in bed, your tears mean he's doing a good job.
bf!toji gets really smug and loves to tease you about it. he’ll purposely slow down, touching the exact spot that makes you crazy, watching your eyes fill with tears while he smirks.
"look at you," he’ll whisper, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "crying already? you're so sweet for me. keep going, let me see how good it feels."
bf!toji loves to push you over the edge by building the friction until you can't take it. he’ll pin your wrists above your head, spreading your legs wide so he can look right at you while he slides all the way inside. every time he thrusts deep and hits your sweet spot, a fresh wave of tears leaks from your eyes, and he just stares down at you with a dark, heavy grin, loving how loud you gasp and sob under him.
bf!toji who will change positions just to make you cry harder. he'll flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up high so he can slide in from behind. the angle is deep and intense, and as he grips your waist hard enough to leave marks, you're burying your face in the pillows to muffle your crying. he'll lean down, his chest pressing against your back, and talk right into your ear.
"baby, let me hear it—turn your head and look at me—god, look at how wet your face is just because i'm stretching you out like this."
bf!toji decides that if you aren't crying by the end of the night, he didn't try hard enough. it becomes a game to him. he will deliberately push you over the edge, using his dick and his dirty mouth to keep you completely overwhelmed until you're shaking and crying in his arms.
bf!toji who will actually praise you for crying. while he's holding you tight and making love to you, listening to you sob, he’ll lean down to kiss your wet cheeks and growl, "that's it, gooood girl. cry for me."
“brat stop hogging my girlfriend.” toji groaned out, trying to get into the covers to try to cuddle you for the past fifteen minutes—only to be met with his menace of a son trying to attack him.
“papa’s stinky.”
you could barely stifle your giggles before megumi nuzzled into your side, only to turn his head to give his father a stinkeye.
“he’s just a baby, toji.”
“he’s hogging you.”
“and you don’t?”
“i have every right to, no?” he said, trying to pull you by the waist, his lips pressing softly against your neck while he tried to make himself comfortable—only to have megumi bite his arm the second he tightened them around you.
“megumi fushiguro. let me cuddle my girlfriend to sleep.” he snapped, all for megumi to just stick his tongue out at him before moving closer to you.
“the two of you are horrid.” you groaned, trying to bury yourself in the blankets while both of them fought over you like lunatics—with toji sticking his tongue out right back at megumi.
“i hope you realise you’re fighting a four year old.”
“doll, he’s a lot smarter than he looks.”
“oh, i know.”
“you’re way too biased.”
you rolled your eyes at him, watching him get into a staring contest with him, with you stuck between the two of them. toji tried to pry you away from megumi, he really did, only to have him bite him, claw at his hands, only to bat his eyelashes at you, jut his lip out until you caved.
“hmph.”
“what is it, gumi?” you asked, hugging him closer while he looked over his dad’s shoulder just to smirk at him.
“daddy always gets t—to have you, it’s not fair!”
“aww it’s okay megumi, i’m not going anywhere.”
“manipulative prick.”
“that’s your son.”
“i know what he is.”
i wrote this in the car while waiting for my cousins so sorry if its highkey ass
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…
“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“Seems like it…”
Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.
“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”
𝒯oji gets tired of you whining for him to go faster, so he flips you over and makes you ride him and do all the work.
1.4k words, quick read 𝑓𝑡. rough!toji ( +18 )
The apartment was quiet except for the low, rhythmic and ragged sound of your own breathing.
Toji didn't look like a man who was currently holding your hips in a vice grip, pinning you to the mattress while he took his time. He looked completely unbothered. His hair was a bit messy, sticking to his forehead with a light sheen of sweat, but his eyes were entirely steady, fixed on your face with a lazy, satisfied smirk. He was pacing himself, deliberate and agonizingly slow, ignoring the way you were clutching at his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin.
"Babeee, please," you whined, your voice thick and dazed. The friction was driving you out of your mind, a sweet, heavy ache building deep in your core. You arched your back, trying to force a quicker pace, but he just chuckled.
"Please what, princess?" he teased. He shifted just a fraction, hitting a spot that made your toes curl and a pathetic gasp slip past your lips. "You gotta speak up. I can't understand you when you're making noises like that."
"You're doing it on purpose," you cried out, your head rolling back against the pillows. Your skin was flushed, and your eyes were hooded, completely lost in the haze of what he was doing to you. "Stop playing. Faster. Just go faster."
"Nah. I like looking at you like this," he said, completely nonchalant. He leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to the column of your neck, his stubble scraping against your skin just enough to make you shiver. "All needy and impatient. Suits you."
Then, without a single word of warning, he pulled completely out of you.
The sudden emptiness was like a physical shock. You let out a devastated whine, your hands instantly flying to his chest to push him back, but Toji was already moving. With effortless, he grabbed your waist, flipped you over, and settled himself flat on his back.
You were left stranded, sitting on his thighs, shivering from the cold air hitting your damp skin. The loss of his warmth made you desperate. Your head was spinning, your breath coming in short, uneven puffs as you stared down at him, completely overwhelmed.
Toji just linked his hands behind his head, flexing his broad chest, a wicked amused tilt to his lips. "Your turn," he said, his tone was casual, like he was asking you what you wanted for dinner. "Go ahead. Ride it."
"Toji, no, I'm tired," you whined, your voice cracking as you leaned forward, resting your forearms against his chest. You looked down at him with wide, tear-brimmed eyes, your lower lip trembling. "In…Put it back in. Please. I can't move."
"Sure you can princess," he murmured, his thumb reaching up to lazily stroke your bottom lip, dragging it down. "You want it, don't you? Look at you, you're practically shaking. Just take it."
You let out a frustrated, desperate sound, a mix of a sob and a groan. The ache between your thighs was unbearable, a loud, throbbing demand that completely overrode your exhaustion. You couldn't wait for him to change his mind. Guided by pure, unadulterated need, you shifted your weight, lifting yourself up just enough to reach down. Your fingers were trembling as you guided him to your opening, the wet, hot friction making you gasp before you even sat down.
Slowly, you pressed yourself down onto him, taking his cock back in all at once.
A heavy, low groan finally broke through Toji’s nonchalant facade, his stomach muscles rippling under your knees as he took a sharp breath. Your eyes fluttered shut, a wave of intense relief washing over you as you finally felt full again. You sank completely onto his lap, resting your forehead against his collarbone for a second, just breathing him in.
"Fuck babe.., just like that," Toji muttered, his hands coming up to rest casually on your hips, not forcing you yet, just anchoring you. "Don't stop now. You were complaining so much, let's see it."
Driven by the sheer desperation to chase that peak, you started to move. At first, it was clumsy and slow, your muscles aching from the effort, but the sensation was too good to care. You lifted yourself and sank back down, finding a rhythm that made you cry out, your head tossing side to side.
Toji didn't move a muscle to help. He just lay there, a spectator to your undoing, watching you with an intense, burning gaze. He watched the way your hips rolled, the way your boobs bounced, and the sheer, unbridled pleasure written across your face. Every time you whined his name, his grip on your hips tightened just a fraction, but he let you keep the reins. For ten minutes straight, you set the pace, completely consumed by him, riding it as if your life depended on it. You were panting, sweat dripping down your spine, your thighs burning, but you couldn't stop. You were entirely under his spell, and the feeling of his cock inside you was just magical.
"Toji... Toji, I'm close, I'm gonna—" you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension reached a fever pitch.
Suddenly, the lazy spectator disappeared.
Toji’s hands shot up from your hips, his large palms cupping your ass roughly, forcing your face down so you had to look him dead in the eye. His expression had completely hardened, the playful smirk gone, replaced by something hungry, and entirely dominant.
"Then let’s finish it," he growled.
Before you could even process the command, his right hand snapped down, delivering a sharp, stinging slap right across your bare ass. The crack of it echoed in the quiet room, the sudden spike of pain and heat sending a violent jolt straight to your core. You screamed, your internal muscles clenching around him so tightly he let out a choked hiss.
"Faster, princess. Move," he ordered, his voice dropping an octave as he slapped you again, harder this time, driving you into a frenzy.
The combination of the pain, the dirt-dirty friction, and the absolute authority in his voice broke whatever restraint you had left. You started moving frantically, your hips slamming down against his, completely wild and unhinged. Toji met you halfway now, he gripped your hips and arched his pelvis upward, driving himself deeper into you, his hand gripping your cheek so hard your lips parted, forcing you to take his deep, rough kisses while you rode him to the absolute brink.
Then the room blurred, your vision went wet at the edges, and with one final, stinging slap to your thigh and a rough upward thrust from him. You collapsed forward onto his chest, sobbing out his name as your body violently convulsed around him, entirely spent, while Toji buried his face in your neck, pulling you impossibly closer.
And right at that exact second, he came out.
You felt the sudden, thick heat of him bursting deep inside you, a heavy, pulsing torrent that felt incredibly warm against your sensitive walls. He filled you to the absolute brim, each thick pulse of his cum sending a fresh wave of aftershocks through your body. He kept thrusting up, short and intense, milking every last drop out of himself until he was panting heavily into the crook of your neck, his large frame trembling slightly against yours.
"Fuck," Toji breathed out, his voice was rough and low. He didn't pull out ; he just lay there, soaking, his hands rubbing slow, soothing circles into your lower back where the skin was still flushed from his slaps. "You really tried to drain me dry today, huh?"
You let out a weak, pathetic whine, too exhausted to even lift your head. "Shut up... you told me to go faster."
He shifted his hips just a fraction, a lazy, shallow tilt that made you whimpering as the friction caught you off guard. "And who was the one begging me to go faster a minute ago?"
"Mhhh," you whined, hiding your face deeper into his neck, your cheeks burning.
Slowly, the fog in your brain began to clear, replaced by a soft, heavy languor. He was still buried deep inside you, thick and yielding, the warmth of his cum slowly leaking out and pooling between your thighs where your skin met. It was a messy, intimate sensation that made you let out a soft, embarrassed whine, shifting your hips slightly to try and pull away.
"Uh-uh," Toji mumbled, his large hands sliding down to cup your ass, locking you firmly in place. He didn't sound tired; he just sounded incredibly pleased with himself. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Babe... it's messy," you mumbled into his skin, your voice incredibly small, dazed, and completely spent. "Let me up."
He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated right through your chest. "Stop acting like I don't see that pussy cumming every day of the week and besides I like being inside you. You're so tight, princess. Still squeezing me." he murmured, a low rumble vibrating through his chest against yours making you stay in place. He shifted slightly, the movement causing a bit of the warm fluid to slick between your thighs, making you twitch. "You’ve been a good girl today. You took every drop of it. Wet, till the end babe."
"Don't start." You complained, your voice muffled against his neck, a sleepy heat warming your cheeks at his dirty talk.
"What? I'm praising you," he chuckled, the familiar amusement returning to his tone.
He tilted your chin up, his eyes hooded but incredibly soft as he pulled you into a deep, slow kiss. It wasn't rushed or demanding like before; it was lazy, tasting of salt and heavy breathing, his tongue sliding against yours in a calm, comforting rhythm that finally made your heart rate start to slow down.
When he broke the kiss, he didn't move away. Instead, he slid his hands up your ribcage, lazily framing your breasts. He leaned his head down, pressing his face right into your chest.
"Thanks for the meal, princess," he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin.
Before you could even process the words, he blew a loud, vibrating kiss right against the underside of your left breast.
The sudden sensation made you gasp and immediately burst into a breathless laugh, your whole body shaking. "Toji! Stop, that tickles!"
"Nope. Gotta show proper appreciation," he muttered against your skin, completely unbothered by your squirming. He moved over to the right one, his lips wrapped around your nipple. He sucked on it lazily, a slow, rhythmic pull that sent a direct, sweet ache straight back down. You let out a shaky gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as he used his tongue to swirl around the peak, kissing the soft, dark slope of your breast, that contrasted entirely with how rough he had just been, before planting a series of loud, smacking kisses all over them. "Very good. Five stars. Highly recommend."
"You are so stupid," you giggled, your hands weakly push at his dark hair, though you were smiling so wide your cheeks ached.
Toji finally chuckled, wrapping his arms fully around your waist."You're so good for me," he murmured against your skin, his voice was low as he switched again to your left breast, giving it the same slow, attention. It gave a tiny, deliberate twitch inside you, reminding you exactly who owned your body right now. "Fucking perfect." And he finally burying his face in the crook of your neck, content to just hold you there, pinned to his chest, while the sticky warmth of the aftermath settled between you.
