Itadori Yuji
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Ryomen Sukuna
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♡ obsessed: part 2 - 1.3k ✦
♡ addicted: part 3 - 2.6k ✦
♡ toxic: part 4 - 2.4k ✦
♡ feral: part 5 - 2.4k ✦
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Toji Fushiguro
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Wind Breaker
Togame Jo
♡ bloody knuckles - 500
♡ cockwarming hcs - 700
♡ coming undone - 2.3k
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Sakura Haruka
♡ how they eat you out - 1k
♡ touch starved - 1.9k
♡ giving them head - 600
Kaji Ren
♡ how they eat you out - 1k
♡ cockwarming hcs - 700
♡ mine - 1.2k
♡ giving them head - 600
Hajime Umemiya
♡ how they eat you out - 1k
♡ cockwarming hcs - 700
♡ bonding - 1.1k
Hayato Suo
♡ coming undone - 2.3k
♡ love languages - 800
Dungeon Meshi
Laios Touden
♡ the taste of you - 1.4k
♡ the feel of you - 1.7k
Big HEAR ME OUT but like face sitting Togame? In bed/on the couch or maybe ON HIS SHOULDERS AGAINST A WALL?! He’d definitely love being smothered by thick thighs while eating you out!
The way I’m so down bad for this guy is actually nerve wrecking
a/n: amazing request ty!! i didnt set out to make togame so subby and needy in this but sometimes the characters take you where they wanna go lmao i hope you enjoy!! i am also so down bad for him its not even funny
Togame Jo’s a pretty slow-moving guy.
He loves being on top of you, of course, but his thrusts are usually long and languid. He loves the feel of you, loves to savour you, and he just never seems to be in a rush.
Unless you’re willing to tease him until he’s feral.
When you pull out the handcuffs with a sly smile, Togame matches your grin with his own. When you tell them they’re not for you but for him, he grins even wider.
You snap the cuffs around his wrists, securing them to the headboard as you straddle Togame. He watches you with his usual lazy smile, green eyes alight with intrigue. You can feel his cock, already hard and pressing against your stomach as you brush a chaste kiss against his lips.
“You look so hot from this angle,” Togame says, eyes raking over you.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you reply with a giggle, drinking in the way his shoulder and arm muscles look with his hands tied over his head.
Togame’s cock twitches in anticipation, expecting you to raise your hips and sink down onto him like you usually do when you’re on top. But, to his surprise, you climb further up his body instead.
You hover over his face, your thighs spread lewdly to accommodate the size of his arms next to his head.
“Now this is a welcome surprise,” Togame says, licking his lips.
He can see you’re already wet and the scent of you is intoxicating. Togame lifts his head, trying to reach you but you’re just out of his way.
“Make me cum,” you tell him, a new firmness in your voice. “And I’ll consider letting you fuck me.”
Togame’s eyes widen slightly at your command and he’s surprised by how much his cock throbs in response. You’ve never taken control like this before but he can’t deny how much he’s enjoying it.
At Togame’s nod and grin, you lower yourself onto his face. Togame immediately licks a long stripe, parting your lips. He sucks softly on your swollen bud as you hold onto the headboard to steady yourself.
“Mmm,” a lustful moan rolls off your lips. “Good boy.”
You don’t know where those words came from but they surprise you both. Togame nearly chokes, blood rushing straight to his cock. He starts to pick up his pace, flattening his tongue to swipe broad licks across your clit, desperate to hear you call him that again.
You grind down against him, rolling your hips to rub your clit against Togame’s tongue before angling yourself so he can slide it inside you. You let out another moan, one hand leaving the headboard to pinch your nipple as you throw your head back. You ride Togame’s tongue as he holds it inside you as long as he can, the sound and taste of you driving him crazy.
Fuck, he wants to feel you cum on his tongue. He’ll do anything for it. You’re so wet, it’s making a mess on his face. He flattens his tongue again before moving his head side to side as much as he can, trapped between his arms and your thighs. He wants to be coated in you, he wants to drown in you.
“You like that, baby?” you breathe, looking down at him. “You wanna make me cum?”
Togame’s eyes are closed in bliss, brows knitted in the middle as he gets drunk off the taste of you. He moans against your pussy in response, the vibrations heightening your arousal.
You rock your hips again as Togame laps at you, your orgasm building. You glance behind you and see his swollen cock leaking so much precum, it’s trailing down his shaft. The head is an angry red as Togame desperately bucks his hips. You smirk and turn back to him.
“You gettin’ needy, Jo?” you coo at him.
Fuck yes, he thinks. Togame wants to bury himself inside you, wants to feel your sloppy cunt wrapped around him. He’s always loved fucking you but now he’s on the brink of going feral. You look down and watch the muscles in his arms bulge as he fights against the restraints. When you raise your hips slightly, Togame’s head follows you, keeping his mouth flush to your pussy.
His tongue seeks out your clit once more, flicking over it in the way he knows you love. It works – you gasp, your hole clenching around nothing as you teeter on the edge of your high.
Togame knows you’re close, knows he’s about to feel you cum on his tongue. His cock is aching, his mind desperate as he thrusts up into the air. He can feel the handcuffs biting into his wrists as he pulls against them but he can’t help himself.
As you come undone on his face, a shuddering, quivering mess, Togame growls against your pussy and-
Snap.
He breaks free of the headboard, the chain between his handcuffs snapped clean.
You barely have time to register your surprise before Togame’s flipped you onto your back, switching your positions. The handcuffs dangle uselessly around his wrists as he grabs your ass, raising your hips and sinking himself inside you in one fluid movement.
“Fuck-!” you gasp against the sudden intrusion.
Togame grabs the headboard with one hand as the other digs into the flesh of your ass. He fucks you ferociously, his hips snapping against yours and rattling the bed beneath you. His eyes are on fire, his teeth gritted and grip on you like iron.
Every stroke of his cock sends ripples through you, rubbing against your walls, still sensitive from your orgasm. You grip his bicep, anchoring yourself as Togame slams inside you.
You feel just as heavenly as he knew you would, your welcoming cunt so hot and soft around his aching cock. He’s close already but you’ve awakened something inside him he didn’t realise he had.
“Tell me again,” he groans, using his grip on the headboard to fuck you harder. “Tell me again, I need to hear it.”
You’re confused for a moment, your head addled with pleasure, before you realise what he means.
“You were so good, Jo,” you say, barely above a whisper, your voice hoarse. You feel him throb inside you. “Such a good boy.”
“S-Shit… Fuck…”
Togame throws his head back in a moan as he unleashes himself inside you. You feel his hot cum hit your walls, spilling load after load inside you. Togame bucks, his hips stuttering as his orgasm rips through him, filling you to the brim with his cum.
When Togame collapses on top of you, sweat-slicked and breathing hard, you smooth his hair back from his forehead and kiss his temple.
I want to ask you if you can write about Sako, Togame and Suo's love language.
Maybe both smut and sfw or when it's too much you decide :3
love languages.
featuring: Togame Jo, Hayato Suo
contains: established relationships, mild somnophilia from Togame, cunnilingus, implied multiple rounds, fingering and nipple play
word count: 800
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
masterlist
a/n: ty for this request!! i tried to do Sako but i rly struggled with his character, i think i need to rewatch windbreaker lmao im sorry but i hope you enjoy togame and suo!!
Togame Jo // quality time
Togame’s favourite time of the week is when he gets to spend time with you.
He’s usually busy during the week but he always makes sure to carve out his weekend for you, dedicating his whole time to being with you. It means when he comes home late when you’re already asleep or when he sleeps through most of the day, you don’t mind so much. Because you know at the end of the week, you’ll have him all to yourself.
Togame comes home late on a Friday night but he’s always up before you on a Saturday morning. He wakes you up slowly, taking his time with you as he drags his tongue across your clothed pussy. His grip on your thighs is soft as he nudges your panties to the side, getting his first real taste of you. Your eyes flutter open as his tongue is buried in your cunt, his strong nose bumping against your clit.
“G-Good morning, Jo,” you breathe, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair as you grind back against his face.
Togame hums in response, tongue lapping at your hole. You’re still sleepy, your pleasure building slowly even as Togame deftly eats you out, but neither of you mind. Your weekends always consist of this – of slow, languid sex as Togame spends as much time as possible prolonging your pleasure. He’s never in any rush, knows he has two full days to draw multiple orgasms from you, knows you’ll take as many loads as he gives you.
Togame pulls himself away from between your legs, crawling up to you with a lazy grin on his face. When he kisses you, you can taste yourself on his tongue. Togame lines his throbbing cock up with your entrance. You feel it nudge past your puffy lips, teasingly close.
“You ready for me, sweetheart?” Togame asks, smile still playing on his lips.
You know he doesn’t mean just now. He means for the whole weekend. By the time Sunday evening comes around, you both know you’ll be a limp, breathless mess, a familiar ache between your legs as Togame’s cum paints your body.
And you’ll both treasure every second.
“I’m ready,” you whisper back as Togame sinks himself inside you.
Hayato Suo // acts of service
Suo knows you’ve had a long day. You dragged yourself through the door of your shared apartment and sat down with a huff on the couch next to him. So, without asking, Suo’s made you a cup of your favourite tea and brought your favourite snack over. He places them both on the coffee table before sitting back down with a smile.
“Thank you.” You press a grateful kiss against his cheek. “You’re the best.”
Suo hums happily and pulls you towards him.
“Only the best for you,” he replies.
Your couch is large and L-shaped so Suo sits in the corner section, his legs outstretched before him as he manoeuvres you to sit between his legs. You do so, feeling your back flush to his chest as you lean back against him. He’s solid and warm behind you and you already feel your sore muscles loosen slightly.
“That’s it,” Suo whispers soothingly in your ear. “Let me help you relax.”
Suo presses featherlight kisses against the crook of your neck as his hands run up the sides of your arms. You close your eyes and tilt your head back against his shoulder, melting into him.
Suo loves doing this for you. Loves taking care of you with little regard for himself, although he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying touching you like this.
He uses his knees to hook under your legs, spreading them for him. His hand travels over your stomach and down under the waistband of your shorts while the other slides under your top to cup one of your tits.
You moan lightly, reaching up behind you to card your fingers through the hair at the nape of Suo’s neck. He keeps up the gentle kisses against the skin just under your ear as he tweaks one of your nipples, making a jolt of pleasure surge through you. His other hand uses your slick to trace frictionless circles against your clit.
You have the urge to turn around, you return the favour to Suo but you know from experience he won’t let you. For Suo, this is the same as making you tea or planning your dates – he wants to serve you.
So you relax back into him, letting Suo slide his long fingers between your folds as he buries them inside you. You moan and tighten your grip on his hair as he fingers you, finding the sensitive spot inside you that has you gushing down his palm.
Because you know this is how Suo shows you how much he loves you.
contains: gn reader, bl*wjobs, begging, facef*cking, sub!sakura, dom!kaji
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
word count: 600
masterlist
Sakura Haruka
Sakura’s never been good at expressing himself verbally, the words somehow getting stuck at the back of his throat every time he tries. But his emotions are written on his face, easy for you to read.
As you drag your tongue up his shaft, licking along the thick vein there, your eyes locked onto Sakura’s, you can see exactly what he’s thinking. His cheeks and nose are flushed, his eyes half-lidded, his lips slightly apart. You swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and he inhales sharply, his fingers tangling messily in your hair.
“Does that feel good, Haru?” you ask teasingly, pressing a chaste kiss against the underside of his tip and feeling his cock twitch in response.
“Mhm,” is all Sakura can say, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
He can’t look away from you, doesn’t want to even for a second. You lick up the precum he’s oozing and Sakura lets out a whimper, his hips thrusting up. You’re teasing him, making his cock ache with need as your tongue darts out again.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” you instruct him softly.
“Nnh, fuck,” Sakura grunts, hips bucking again, chasing your lips as you pull back slightly. “Wanna fuck your mouth. Please.”
“Like this?”
You wrap your lips around his tip and suck gently. Sakura’s eyes close briefly.
“Need more, please, please, baby,” he whimpers. “Need to cum in your mouth, please let me cum in your mouth.”
His begging makes you smile so you decide to give him what he wants.
“That’s a good boy,” you coo, feeling his cock throb against your tongue at your words as you slide him all the way in.
Kaji Ren
One of Kaji’s favourite ways to release stress is to take it out on your mouth.
You’re such a good girl for him, kneeling so obediently between his legs as his hands grip the back of your head. He pulls your hair up into a loose ponytail keeping it out of your way as he holds your head in place and fucks up into your mouth.
Your hands are splayed on his thighs and you try to keep your jaw slack as Kaji facefucks you. His fat tip hits the back of your throat but you’ve practiced this a lot and have a good control over your gag reflex. Your eyes water as you focus on breathing through your nose while Kaji abuses your mouth.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans, eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your warm mouth and your throat constricting around him. “Such a perfect little slut.”
Kaji plants his feet, readjusting slightly before fucking your mouth even harder. You try to keep up with him, your tongue running along the underside of his cock, making him growl. You drool over him, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as your mascara runs down your cheeks.
Kaji opens his eyes, drinking in the sight of you.
“That’s it, baby, fuck.”
Kaji’s cock twitches, his balls tightening. He can never last long when you let him do this. He pulls out quickly, long trails of saliva joining his shaft and tip with your lips. He wraps a fist around his cock and strokes himself quickly as you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him.
Kaji cums with a loud groan, watching as he shoots thick ropes of cum onto your tongue. His hips buck, the strength of his orgasm making him lose aim slightly, and you feel his hot load land across your face. You don’t flinch, enjoying the feel of Kaji marking you like this. You smile up at him before making a show of swallowing his cum.
Kaji pulls you onto his lap, a cloth at the ready to clean you up as he peppers kisses across your shoulder and whispers thank yous in your ear.
a/n: ty for this request!! ive been wanting to do timeskip kuroo for ages bc im sorry but kuroo in a suit is just /screams/
Every day at 1pm on the dot, Kuroo Tetsurou takes his lunch hour. Everyone in the office knows he doesn’t want to be disturbed – his phone is switched off, his email is on do-not-disturb, and his office door is locked.
It’s not conventional since most people work through their lunch hour to make a good impression or to make sure the work gets done. But since Kuroo pulls a lot of late nights, often staying behind after everyone else has gone home, his sacred lunch hour is left untouched. Everyone knows.
But no one knows it’s because he has you in his locked office for an hour every day.
You’re straddling Kuroo’s lap as he sits at his desk, locked in a deep kiss as you bounce up and down on his cock. Kuroo’s pants are pooled at his ankles, one of your hands pulling on his tie to anchor yourself while the other is tangled in his dark hair.
Kuroo licks into your mouth, his hands on your hips to help you move up and down. Your plush walls are so soft and hot, every stroke making his cock harder, nudging him closer to an orgasm.
You moan into his mouth as his length drags across your nerves, your skirt hiked up to your waist. When you start to slow, Kuroo smirks against your lips and holds you firmly in place. He plants his feet and thrusts up, so hard and fast that your breath catches. He feels you tighten around him, breaking the kiss to throw your head back.
Kuroo plants wet kisses against your neck, licking a tripe across your windpipe.
“Cum for me, princess,” he murmurs. “Want to feel you cum on my cock.”
His deep voice verberates across your throat as he sucks at the sensitive spot in the crook of your neck. You squeeze around him as you dive headfirst into your orgasm, burying your face into his shoulder to muffle your moans.
“Ah, fuck, that’s it,” Kuroo breathes, feeling your walls flutter around his cock. “S-Shit, I’m close, princess.”
Kuroo pulls out of you quickly as you slide off his lap and kneel between his legs. You open your mouth as his hands tangle in your hair, pushing your head down. Kuroo’s hard as a rock as he slides between your lips, your warm mouth enveloping him. You taste yourself on his cock, your tongue flicking at the sensitive spot under the tip as Kuroo pushes himself deeper in your mouth.
“Fuck… fuck.”
Kuroo’s cock twitches against your tongue before he explodes in your mouth. You suck gently, controlling your gag reflex as thick ropes of his hot cum hit the back of your throat.
Kuroo looks down at you, transfixed at how beautiful you look with his cock in your mouth, your eyes watering as you take him all. He releases his grip on you, pulling his cock free. You open your mouth, showing him all the cum you collected before swallowing it with a grin.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” Kuroo grins back at you, thumbing at your bottom lip.
He pulls you back onto his lap, hugging you tight and whispering praise in your ear. He takes the time to smooth your hair back, clean you up, and cuddle you after.
Kuroo might be the only one to take his full lunch hour but no one minds because, somehow, he always comes back to work in a better mood than before.
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He’s doesn’t want you to hover or kneel, he wants you to sit. He wants to feel your thighs smoosh in around the sides of his head, he wants to bury his face in your dripping pussy, he wants to be suffocated and smothered and he won’t accept anything less.
If you even think about hovering, Bokuto will wrap his thick arms around your thighs and pull you down to him, locking you in place. He’ll force you to grab the headboard as you moan and shudder, his tongue lapping at your sweet arousal like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. He’ll make you ride his tongue, sliding it inside your hole to seek more of your slick as you grind against his face.
Facesitting is Bokuto’s favourite way to eat you out because it means his hands get to roam free at the same time. Once you’re locked in, sitting on him properly, Bokuto will release your thighs so he can run his hands up your sides and over your stomach, feeling the way you writhe with pleasure. Bokuto will suck on your clit while his hands find your tits, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking your sensitive nipples.
If Bokuto suffocates, then he can’t think of a better way to go.
Kuroo Tetsurou is a pleasure dom at heart. It’s why he loves to have you tied up on his desk like this, after hours when everyone else has gone home and it’s just you and him in his office.
Your wrists are strapped to your ankles, your legs pulled up with your knees pressed against your chest. Kuroo’s in his white shirt, the top unbuttoned and his tie long since discarded. He’s already made you cum three times now as he sits at his desk, head bent to feast on you.
You whine and beg him, your puffy clit oversensitive and head swimming but you haven’t used your safe word yet. So Kuroo keeps going, his tongue dipping between your folds to lap up your arousal, his hands on the back of your thighs.
“You can give me one more, can’t you, princess?” he teases in between licks as his tongue travels back up to your swollen clit.
You buck against the restraints, completely at his mercy. Kuroo toes the line between pleasure and pain as he softly sucks on your sensitive nub, drawing another yet another orgasm from your poor body.
Ushijima Wakatoshi loves being on his knees for you.
He’ll often pick you up like you weigh nothing and place you on the kitchen counter before sinking to his knees in front of you. He nudges between your legs, slinging them over his shoulders, not even waiting to pull your panties down before he’s licking you.
Ushijima laps at the soaked fabric before using his tongue to push them to the side, seeking your heat from the source. You know there’s no stopping him when he’s in this kind of mood - when he wants to eat you, then he will. So you lean back slightly, spreading your legs for him, and let Ushijima have his fill of you.
He’s too tall to lie across the bed without his legs stuck uncomfortably over the edge so he often has you sitting or lying on the edge while he kneels on the floor. It’s even better if you wrap your legs around his head like a crown, Ushijima’s strong hands over your stomach as he laps at your sopping cunt. He knows you need an orgasm or two before you're relaxed enough to fit him inside you but the truth is, he'd do this anyway.
Ushijima knows your body is a temple and as long as he has you, he’ll happily kneel in worship.
Iwaizumi Hajime’s favourite view is of you bent over for him.
He knows you’re a bit bratty and stubborn so when he gets you like this, vulnerable and submissive as you spread your legs for him, nothing’s better.
Iwaizumi loves having his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you in place against the yoga mat, the gym empty except for you two. He loves the way your cheek is pressed against the mat, letting you throw him your bratty looks even as you submit, your stubborn streak never quite leaving. He loves the way your eyes widen as he grabs the flimsy fabric of your leggings and easily tears a hole at the crotch, exposing your naked pussy for him.
Iwaizumi can see you’re already dripping from the rough handling he’s given you, his cock straining at the view, but he can’t help getting a taste for himself first. He licks his lips.
Part of fucking you into submission is this – gifting you one orgasm so he can hear you beg for another once he stuffs his cock in you.
Iwaizumi’s hand leaves your neck so he can spread your cheeks, his tongue running up your folds to dip inside your hole. He fucks you with his tongue, enjoying the way you push your hips back against his mouth before moving down to your needy clit. You sink your nails into the yoga mat as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud, his rough stubble rubbing against your cheeks.
“I can feel you’re close,” Iwaizumi says, pulling back slightly to lightly rub your clit. “I haven’t given you permission yet. Don’t cum unless I tell you.”
Iwaizumi loves eating you out but he also loves being mean about it.
Thinking about stepbrother!Umemiya but in the dirtiest way possible.
Umemiya sneaks into your room at night after your parents have gone to bed, climbing under your sheets to slot himself behind you. His arms wrap tight around your middle, sliding under your pyjama top to cup one of your breasts.
“Missed you today,” Umemiya murmurs against your neck between kisses, making you smile.
“You saw me all day,” you whisper, back arching as he tweaks one of your nipples.
“But I didn’t get to do this.” You can feel him grin against you, hips stirring as he gropes your tits.
Umemiya hates not being able to touch you all day, hates that you have to keep this secret when all he wants to do is show you off. He savours these moments where he gets to touch you freely, gets to feel you react to his touch. He was already hard before he came here, just thinking about your skin against his again.
He slides a hand down under your panties and finds you already soaked.
“Missed you today, too,” you tell him, turning your head to kiss him.
The last three months have consisted of this, of sneaking around and stolen moments, ever since your mom and his dad decided to have a whirlwind wedding, forcing your lives together.
Now every night is the same – Umemiya treasuring these few hours alone with you, even though it breaks his heart every time he has to leave.
He deepens the kiss, his fingers dipping between your folds to gather your slick and using it to rub languid circles across your swollen clit. You push your hips back, feeling his hard-on through his boxer briefs as Umemiya moans lightly into your mouth.
You’ve both gotten good at this, at staying quiet and slow so the bed doesn’t creak too much. It’s how Umemiya prefers it anyway – soft and sweet - but he lives for the day he gets to hear you moan properly. You break away from the kiss to bite back a gasp, your pleasure building quickly, and Umemiya nuzzles against your ear, his cock straining.
“You looked so pretty today,” he murmurs, grinding against your ass. “I wanted to kiss you so badly.”
He punctuates with a kiss against your shoulder, his teeth nipping at you lightly. He has to fight the urge not to suck a bruise against your skin, not to mark you and show every one Umemiya is yours.
“Please, Haji…” you whisper-moan. “Want to feel you.”
Umemiya is happy to oblige. He pulls his cock free and you re-align your hips, hooking your leg backwards over his so he can access you better. It’s not long before you feel the delicious stretch of his cock as he eases into you.
Umemiya rocks his hips, your pussy slick and hot around him as he buries his face in the crook of your neck to muffle a moan. He continues to play with your clit, feeling the way you clench around him.
“This is so wrong…” you whisper.
Umemiya’s used to this. Used to hearing you say “this is wrong” or “we shouldn’t be doing this”. The first few times, he stilled and asked if you were sure, if you wanted him to stop. But you never do. You just want to say it out loud – the taboo of it.
Umemiya feels you squeeze him tight and knows half of you is turned on by your arrangement, by the fact that you’re stepsiblings. But when you’re gushing around him, your plush walls so wet and tight with your arousal, he finds it hard to argue. If you’re going to feel this good, he’ll even help.
“You love your stepbrother’s cock, don’t you?” he whispers hoarsely against the shell of your ear. “You love being stuffed full every night.”
Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Umemiya slowly pistons his cock in and out of you, his filthy words in your ear. You quietly cum, your nails digging into Umemiya’s forearm as your body tenses, pleasure wracking every limb.
“That’s it, baby.” Umemiya fucks you through your orgasm. “That’s my good girl.”
He pulls out, leaving you with a weirdly empty feeling between your legs, but he doesn’t leave you for long. Umemiya throws the covers off you both, rolling onto his back.
“Come here, pretty girl,” he whispers, beckoning you over.
You climb on top of him, sinking down onto his length as Umemiya pulls you down for a kiss. You lay against his chest, flush with his torso, as Umemiya grabs your hips. His strong hands guide you, dragging your hips back and forth, never breaking the kiss.
You languidly make out, tongues sliding over each other as Umemiya continues to guide your hips. His cock slides in and out of you, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. The sounds of your sloppy cunt being fucked fill the room but you’re both in too deep a haze, too lost in each other’s pleasure to notice.
You grind down harder, your second orgasm approaching, as you desperately seek more friction against your clit. Umemiya’s cock throbs inside you, his fat mushroom tip rubbing along the sensitive spot on your walls.
You’re so wet it’s started to drip down your thighs and onto Umemiya’s, matting his pubic hair and soaking the sheets. No one else has ever had this kind of effect on you, no one else has come close to making you feel this horny.
“G-Gonna, cum, H-Haji…” you say against his mouth, Umemiya not letting you break the kiss. He had to wait all day to kiss you so he always makes the most of it, never feeling more turned on than when you’re making out with him.
He already knows you’re close even without you telling him. Your walls hug him tight, reluctant to let him go, greedy for him. Umemiya licks into you mouth, your wet kiss almost as sloppy as your fucking, feeling his balls tighten.
“I’m close too, baby,” he says between kisses. “You want it inside so I can fuck you with it later?”
You meet his tongue with your own, nodding quickly. The promise of Umemiya fucking his cum back into you is enough to topple you over the edge.
You break away from the kiss as your orgasm overtakes you but keep your lips against his, you breath mingling. You can’t stop yourself from moaning this time, a flurry of whispered curses leaving your lips as Umemiya fucks you through your second orgasm.
He follows quickly, holding you in place and thrusting up as he fills you with his cum. Umemiya moans with you, his fingers digging into your hips as he unloads inside you. He can never cum this hard on his own - the feel of filling you with his seed is absolutely intoxicating.
You collapse on top of him, your face against his neck as you both breathe hard. Umemiya strokes featherlight touches up your back. He knows he’ll have to leave soon, before he can fall asleep here, but he’ll prolong this moment as long as possible.
And, he thinks with a smile, he did promise you another round.
Hello sweetie! Could you put your fav's reactions to reader calling them "daddy"? Pretty please? Or reader asking them to call her "mommy" in any case LMAO
And tysm, I love your writing, it's so *chef kiss*
Needy!Yuji loves to fall asleep with his face buried in your tits. You’re facing each other in a cuddle, your leg slung over his hip and his arms around your waist, his face pressed against your chest. You swear it can’t be easy for him to breathe like that but Yuji begs you to smother him as he falls asleep, so you do.
Needy!Yuji wakes you up by sucking on your sensitive nipples, his face still buried between your soft flesh. You wake up to him hugging you tightly, his tongue flicking over your nipples and making them stiffen in his mouth. You moan lightly, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head as his lips move to the soft skin of your underboob, marking you there.
Needy!Yuji who’s hand kneads the flesh of your ass as he gets increasingly more desperate, his morning wood pressing against your stomach. He tilts his head up so he can press wet kisses to your neck, the smell of you intoxicating. You can feel how horny he is, leaking so much precum its smeared between you.
Needy!Yuji who begs you to let him fuck you, the feel of your body pressed against his driving him crazy. He re-angles his hips until you feel his thick tip pressed against your entrance, your leg looped over his hip to give him better access. “You’ve been such a good boy for mommy,” you tell him and Yuji’s cock gets even harder, his mind clouded with lust for you.
Needy!Yuji who’s eyes roll back as he pushes himself inside you, never getting used to how heavenly you feel around his cock. He starts to rut into you, desperate for more friction, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he buries his face between your tits again. “That’s it, baby,” you say soothingly. “Let mommy take care of you.”
Needy!Yuji who moans and whimpers as you squeeze his cock, one arm wrapped tight around your back as he closes any gap between you. The trimmed hair at the base of his cock rubs against your swollen clit as he frantically fucks you, making you clench around him. You feel your orgasm building and tell Yuji so. You tell him how good he’s making you feel, how well he’s doing.
Needy!Yuji who loves when you praise him, who’s cock swells when he hears your sweet voice. He latches onto your nipple again, knowing your sensitive there, and flicks his tongue over the stiff nub. You tighten around him as you cream on his cock, your moans and the feel of you more than enough to bring him with you.
Needy!Yuji who keeps fucking you even as he cums, the mixture of your arousal and his cum making everything even more slick, making his oversensitive cock toe the line between pleasure and pain. His hips eventually stutter, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he slows. You soothe him through it, feeling him breath hard against your chest as you press loving kisses to his forehead. Yuji cuddles into you, reluctant to let you go even as there’s a mess between you. “You were so good for mommy,” you whisper to him as Yuji falls asleep to your soothing praise.
contains: sneaky s*x, doggy, creampie, rough s*x, use of 'daddy' (ofc), unprotected s*x
word count: 1k
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
masterlist
a/n: yay ty for this request! i'll do a separate one for 'mommy' bc that has yuji written all over it lmao enjoy daddy toji!!
@shinysp4rk
You’re at a dinner with your parents in their house with your boyfriend, Toji Fushiguro, so you know you shouldn’t act up. But when Toji’s sitting right next to you and he’s wearing that tight black shirt…
You really can’t help yourself.
You’ve been reaching under the table to squeeze his thigh throughout the starter, reaching slowly up higher and higher until it’s the main course and your hand is practically over his dick.
Toji’s been shooting you warning glances all night, trying hard to make small talk with your parents – not an easy feat for him at the best of times – but you’re relentless. When you reach up a little higher and palm his bulge through his jeans, Toji nearly jumps out of his seat.
He coughs a little too loudly, rising to his feet suddenly and strategically holding his napkin in front of his crotch.
“Uh, excuse me for sec,” Toji says, nodding apologetically to your parents before shooting you an angry look and walking out.
You hear him stomp upstairs to the bathroom.
“Sorry, he’s had a hard day at work,” you say with a shrug. “I’ll go check on him.”
Your parents exchange a look but nod agreeably as you follow Toji upstairs. He’s just coming out of the bathroom when you bump into him, a scowl on his face. Your eyes slide down to the obvious bulge in his jeans, a grin crawling across your lips.
“You didn’t manage to get rid of it?” you tease.
“It’s a process,” Toji growls back. “It’s going down and so help me god if you do anything to bring it back up-”
“I’m sorry,” you interrupt sweetly, sidling up to him to smooth your hand over his large chest. “Have I been bad, daddy?”
Toji’s not a man who’s easily caught off guard – in fact, he’s always one step ahead of you, always knows what you’re about to do before you do it.
But not this time.
Toji’s lips part and you feel him freeze under your touch.
“What did you just call me?” he chokes out.
“Hmm?” You play innocent, running your hand from his chest down his hard stomach, lifting yourself onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Daddy?”
Toji moves like lightning, snatching your wrist and dragging you down the hall. You barely have time to protest before he’s pushing you face first against the wall, his hand curled around the back of your neck to pin you in place. Toji’s other hand makes quick work of your panties, reaching under your dress to pull them roughly down.
He runs his fingers across your folds, testing how wet you are. You squeak in surprise at the feeling and his hand tightens around your neck.
“Stay fucking quiet,” Toji says lowly against the shell of your ear. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Your parents are downstairs, remember?”
You swallow thickly, hearing the muffled conversation between them in the dining room below your feet.
“You that desperate for daddy’s cock, hmm?” Toji continues, keeping his voice just above a deep whisper. “Actin’ up, teasin’ me, like such a needy little slut.”
You nod as much as you can, trapped between Toji’s large hand and the wall.
“Y-Yes, daddy,” you whisper back. “W-Want your cock.”
“Yeah, I can tell, fuck.” Toji smears your slick against your lips, in awe of how wet you are. “We need to be quick, princess, but I’ll give you a nice, long fuck tonight, hmm?”
“Yes, daddy, please.” You push your hips back, seeking him. “Please.”
“That’s a good girl.”
You feel Toji push his thick tip past your lips and brace yourself. He doesn’t usually let you take all of him without some prep first but you don’t have time for it right now. Still, when he pushes himself in, you have to bite your lip hard to keep from squealing out loud.
You stretch to accommodate him quickly, his girth pushing against all the nerves inside you as he fills you with his cock. Toji can feel you tense up so he reaches around under you to start playing with your puffy clit.
“Relax, baby,” he breathes against your ear. “Let me in.”
You exhale a shaky breath and try to force yourself to relax around him, the feel of his deft fingers on your clit making it easier.
Toji starts pump slowly, only going halfway so you don’t make any noise from skin slapping against skin. Even his shallow thrusts are enough for your breathing to turn ragged, his cock dragging along the nerves at your entrance combined with the tight circles he’s making on your clit.
Below you, you can hear the sounds of cutlery clanging against plates and footsteps as someone walks into the kitchen.
“Fuck, princess, daddy’s gotta be quick,” Toji groans in your ear, picking up speed.
You’re squeezing him so tight, your needy little hole massaging his cock in a way that’s making it hard for him to think. He wants to make you cum, wants to hear the desperate little noises you make as he draws orgasm after orgasm out of you, but that’ll need to be for later.
Right now, he’s painfully hard and on the brink of his own euphoria.
“You want daddy’s cum?” Toji’s cock throbs at his own words.
He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he unleashes himself inside you, cock twitching as he spurts thick ropes of cum deep in your dripping pussy. You both stay there for a moment, stifling your heavy breathing, as Toji presses kisses against your shoulder.
“Clean yourself up quickly before your parents notice,” he instructs, before kissing your neck. “And definitely call me that again tonight.”
contains: you're megumi's babysitter and toji pays for "extra services", might be slightly ooc bc we know toji is always broke as hell, age gap, dubcon if you squint, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, doggy, unprotected s*x, creampie, breeding k*nk at the end
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
word count: 2.4k
masterlist
MDNI | 18+ content
You’ve been babysitting twice a week for Toji Fushiguro’s toddler for around two months now and he’s barely said more than five words to you.
He pays you on time, he comes back home when he says he will, and his toddler, Megumi, is a sweet little boy who’s easy to take care of. So it doesn’t bother you that Toji doesn’t really talk to you – you’re a broke college student and babysitting a couple of evenings a night is just a way to keep your head above water. As long as he pays, you keep to yourself and that suits you.
Until he offers something more.
Megumi’s been tucked into bed and you’re in the living room, watching TV until Toji comes home. He’s usually back around midnight so you kill time until then, checking in on Megumi every so often. When the front door opens and Toji comes in, you barely glance up from your phone.
Toji usually leaves your money on the kitchen counter for you to collect on your way out before he goes straight to bed. This time though, when you stretch and stand from the couch, he’s lingering in the doorway. You startle, not expecting him.
“Hi,” you say awkwardly.
Toji leans with his forearm against the doorway, looking at you. You feel like you’re under a microscope suddenly and you forget what to do with your hands, wringing them nervously in front of you.
“Um. Megumi was fine tonight, a bit fussy with dinner but nothing major,” you say, wondering if he’s finally looking for an update on minding his son. “He’s asleep upstairs, I just checked on him about thirty minutes ago.”
Toji tilts his chin up, studying you through a half-lidded gaze. You’re struggling to keep eye contact with him, your eyes glancing over his sculped torso, barely concealed by his black compression shirt. You cough awkwardly.
“Anyway,” you say. “I’ll get out of your hair now.”
You make to move past him but his large form is blocking the doorway.
“Um…”
“Your cash is in the kitchen,” Toji says and you blink up at him, wondering why he’s telling you something you already know. “And…”
Toji pulls another wad of cash from his sweatpants pocket.
“I have extra for you, if you want it.”
Your eyes widen at the money in his hands. You’re barely scraping by this month and some extra money would really help. But…
“Extra for what?” you ask, brow furrowed.
Toji smirks at you, his scarred lips lifting at the corner.
“Let’s see…” he says, flicking through the notes. “$50 to let me lick your pussy…”
You inhale sharply, mouth dropping open, but Toji continues on as if nothing’s wrong.
“$100 to suck my dick, $150 to let me fuck you aaaand…” Toji holds up the entire wad of cash with a grin. “$2,000 if you do all of it.”
Your lungs constrict. You swallow thickly as your eyes dart between Toji’s easy smile and the cash he’s dangling in front of you.
You open your mouth, your first instinct to tell him to shove his money and storm out. But the more you think about it…
Toji watches you close your mouth, eyes on the money, and knows he has you. He’s not in any rush – he can be patient. He’s been waiting all this time for a payload like this so he could entice you with it. He watches as you dither in front of him, hands fidgeting.
You think about all the nights you’ve lived off ramen and plain bread, the amount of textbooks you had to pirate because you couldn’t afford them, your savings as they slowly dwindle every month.
And then you think about the broad man in front of you, Megumi’s dad, who isn’t even bad looking. You’ve had worse one-night stands and you didn’t even get paid for them. So what’s the problem, really?
You nibble at your bottom lip.
“Okay,” you eventually say, voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do all of it.”
Toji grins a little wider.
“Smart choice, kid.”
He pushes past you, putting the wad of cash down onto the coffee table, and beckons you over.
“Strip and get on the couch,” he says firmly. “And spread your legs for me.”
Fuck, why was that so hot? You already feel a coil of heat in your lower stomach even as your hands tremble, tugging off your top and leggings. You’re in your underwear, hesitating, when Toji frowns at you.
“I said strip. That means everything.”
You swallow past the lump in your throat and do what he says. You fight the urge to cover yourself as your bra and panties drop to the floor. Instead, you sit back on the couch like he said and spread your legs.
Toji drops to his knees in front of you, grabbing your hips and pulling your further forward. You’re already glistening with arousal, making him smirk. He dips his head and parts your folds with his tongue, licking you deep.
“Ah…” you gasp softly as you feel his tongue for the first time, hot and soft against your lips.
It feels strange to have someone eating you out when you haven’t even kissed, have barely even spoken before now, but as Toji’s tongue probes your hole, you quickly lose yourself to him.
His thick tongue slides inside you, his mouth flush to your pussy as he licks you deep. You automatically grind against him, your hand in his hair, a whimper leaving your lips.
Toji always wondered what you taste like, had fisted his cock to the thought of this before every time you were in his house in your tight leggings. He often fantasised about this, about buying your dignity and making you spread your legs for him. As he moves up to your clit, feeling it swollen with arousal, his cock throbs.
You’re this turned on already. Your pussy was practically waiting for him, already slick and primed for a good fucking. Toji hoped you’d be, hoped he’d found a perfect little live-in fucktoy. And he has.
Toji strokes the flat of his tongue over your clit, sucking it with just enough pressure to make a lustful moan roll off your lips. You’ve had people go down on you before but it never felt like this.
Toji keeps sucking and licking your sensitive nub as he presses a thick finger inside you. You clench around him and it makes his cock even harder, anticipating the feel of you around him later. He curves his finger, finding your sensitive spot and stroking it until your back curves.
“F-Fuck… Toji, I… I’m…”
You try to stammer out a sentence but you’re too close, your brows knitted in the middle, your thighs wrapped around his head. Toji continues to stroke you on the inside as he feels your clit throb against his tongue.
It’s too much.
You cry out, gripping his hair hard as you cum on Toji’s tongue, your thighs shaking against his head.
Toji laps up your juices, licking you through your orgasm until you’re jerking and shuddering under him. You taste too damn good and you’re so fucking wet for him. He didn’t realise eating your sweet little pussy would get him this hard but his cock is aching, begging to be touched.
Toji pulls back with a groan, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Before you realise what’s happening, he climbs on top of you, kneeling with his knees on either side of you as he presses his cock to your mouth.
Your head is against the back of the sofa, slumped in the seat and half-dazed from your orgasm as you feel his fat mushroom tip on your lips. It’s slick with precum and you open your eyes long enough to see the size of it. You don’t have time to worry whether you can take it – Toji doesn’t give you time – before he’s forcing his cock past your lips.
You open your mouth to try and accommodate him but he’s so thick. You swirl your tongue over his sensitive head and Toji lets out a long groan in relief. You hot mouth on his cock makes him leak even more precum which you dutifully lick up.
“That’s it. Good girl,” Toji praises you as he pulls back slightly only to push even deeper.
You have nowhere to turn, your head pressed against the back of the couch as Toji starts to fuck your mouth. You try to keep your jaw slack, your tongue licking along the fat vein running across the underside of his shaft as Toji slowly picks up speed.
You gag as he hits the back of your throat but Toji doesn’t let up, using your thick saliva as lube to face fuck you harder. Your eyes water, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as the slopping sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth fill the room.
Toji’s hard as a rock, the heavenly feel of your mouth enough to make him want to cum. He’s tempted, loving the idea of making you swallow his load. He bets you’d struggle to swallow it all, his cum dribbling out of your mouth as he scoops it up with his fingers and forces it back in your mouth, forces you to suck his fingers clean.
“Ah, fuck…” Toji grabs the back of the couch as leverage, rocking his hips as he continues to use your mouth as a fleshlight.
You know it’s rough and degrading but it’s only making you hornier. You rub your thighs together, feeling them slick with your arousal, desperate for some more friction on your clit. Toji notices and grins down at you.
“You gettin’ turned on, baby?” he taunts. “You gettin’ wet from sucking me off?”
Toji’s hit the jackpot with you. It’s been a while since he felt this good with a woman, since he found such a perfect little slut to fulfil his needs and look after his son.
Toji pulls himself from your mouth, thick strings of saliva between your lips and his cock. You gasp for breath, your eyes wet and cheeks flushed. Fuck, you look so sexy like this. Toji needs to have you now.
He grabs you by the wrist, pulling you up roughly before pushing you over the arm of the couch, bending you over. You’re too fucked out to protest, moving limply where he puts you as Toji kicks your legs open.
You can only whimper as you feel his thick tip prod at your entrance. You clench, nervous, knowing how big he is, as Toji slowly sinks his girth inside you.
You’re tight but you’re ready, squeezing around Toji as he pushes deep. The combination of his saliva-slicked cock and your dripping pussy means there’s no pain, only a delicious stretch as your walls wrap around Toji. He keeps pushing, pushing, until he’s bottomed out, his pelvis flush to your ass.
Toji takes a second to savour the moment. You feel indescribable. Your silky walls are so hot, so pillowy soft, even as you clench around him it feels like you’re milking his cock.
“Perfect,” he growls. “My perfect little fucktoy.”
Toji grabs your hips, sinking his fingers in hard as he withdraws. After fucking your pretty little mouth, he’s already close and he wants to prolong it as much as possible. But a feral need overtakes him.
He starts to slam into you, fucking you wildly as you cry out beneath him.
“Shh,” he hushes you even as he doesn’t break pace. “Don’t want to wake up little Megumi, do we?”
His words silence you down to a whimper as you press your face into the couch cushion to smother your moans. Toji bullies his cock into you, his eyes glued on your cunt as your lips wrap around him, sucking him in. He knows you haven’t cum yet, not from him fucking you, so he pulls your hips back slightly, leaving enough of a gap between you and the sofa so he can reach under you and play with your clit.
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stop from crying out again. Your orgasm builds from a combination of Toji deftly rubbing your sensitive nub and the way his cock is rubbing against your sensitive walls, each stroke sending your nerves alight.
Toji’s not overly concerned with your pleasure, not really, but he knows your perfect pussy will feel even better if you cum on his cock. Plus, he knows if he draws a second orgasm from you, it’ll be much harder for you to protest the next time. So he grits his teeth, delaying his own orgasm until he can feel yours.
It doesn’t take long.
You clench your hands into fists, moaning into the cushion as you clamp down around him. Toji was right – you feel even better. Your walls massage his cock, fluttering around him in a way that’s making him see spots.
Finally, he lets go.
“Fuck fuck fuuuuck.”
Toji buries himself to the hilt, exploding inside you. You feel his cum hit your walls, painting your pussy white as he fills to you the brim with load after load. His cock twitches with each wave of pleasure, his grip hard enough to leave bruises on your hips.
Your collapse onto the couch, still bent over as Toji slowly withdraws. A flood of his cum follows, spilling down your thighs, but your limbs are too heavy to move. It doesn’t matter though because Toji scoops you up, carrying you upstairs to his bedroom.
You feel a wet cloth between your legs, cleaning you up as you lie on his bed. You want to speak but you’re too dazed, weariness sweeping over your body.
Toji climbs into bed next to you, pulling you to him so you’re lying on his chest. For the first time that night, he tips his head down to kiss you.
He’s surprisingly tender, kissing you softly as his tongue gently laps into your mouth. You kiss him back as he pulls your leg over his, nestling it between his thighs.
“You did so well tonight,” he tells you. “Are you on birth control, baby?”
You stir at his question, your brain churning slowly.
“Um… no…” The implications begin to dawn on you. “S-Shit. I need to get Plan B.”
Toji hushes you with another kiss, his hand idly running up and down your thigh.
“I don’t think there’s any need for that,” he says with a smile. “Let’s give Megumi a little brother or sister, hm?”
contains: sakura is a needy, subby mess in this, riding, unprotected s*x, creampie, overstimulation, implied multiple rounds, praise, begging
word count: 1.9k
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
masterlist
You and Sakura Haruka have been dating for two months and you’re starting to feel… on edge.
Not because of anything bad, of course. Sakura is a total sweetheart as a boyfriend, if not a little bashful - always walking on the curb side of the sidewalk, remembering your coffee order, sending you pictures of dogs he sees on his patrols throughout the day.
But if there’s one thing you’ve noticed, it’s that Sakura doesn’t touch you.
You kissed him on the cheek once and his head turned into a tomato. You managed to get him to hold your hand for a movie date and he blushed so hard he started sweating.
It’s cute but you’re both adults and you want something a little more. So you start to lay it on thick.
You meet Sakura for breakfast before his patrol, sitting on the same side of a booth as he scarfs down his eggs. You start light, resting your temple on his shoulder. Sakura stills for a moment before carrying on eating so you move to the next step.
This time, you slide your hand over his thigh, squeezing his leg.
Sakura nearly chokes on his breakfast, heat crawling up his neck.
“You look so handsome today, Haru,” you purr in his ear.
Sakura’s breath catches and you see his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
“T-thanks,” he manages to stammer out before looking sideways at you with one golden eye. “You look pretty today.”
You break out in a smile, reaching up to press a kiss against his cheek. His skin is hot as you let the kiss linger slightly.
Sakura leaves for his patrol, still beet red, as you wave him off. You don’t see him again until later that afternoon, when he’s having a break with some other Bofurin members.
You greet them all warmly before standing in front of Sakura, who’s sitting half-slumped on a bench with one arm resting on the back. He’s sporting a new bandage on his forehead.
You lean forward under the guide of checking his bandage, concern on your face, and let him see deep down the neckline of your top. You know it’s worked when Sakura’s cheeks tint pink, his eyes glued to your chest.
“You get hurt again, baby?” you ask him, running your thumb down from his forehead to his jaw.
“I-It’s nothing,” he says thickly.
You plant a kiss against the bandage before moving down to press a chaste kiss against his lips. You expect him to pull away but, to your surprise, he nearly chases your lips with his own when you withdraw.
Sakura blinks a few times, blushing furiously, as you smile and tell him you’ll see him at home later.
You’re home before him, leaving you with just enough time to choose the right outfit. You settle on a short skirt – too short to wear outside your home – and low-cut top with no bra.
That should do the job.
When you open the door to Sakura, he makes a choked noise from the back of his throat. You usher him in before wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I missed you,” you tell him sweetly.
Sakura’s cheeks are beet red but he reciprocates your hug, snaking his arms around your waist to pull you flush to him.
God, you look incredible. The very picture of sin. Sakura’s normally tripping over his words, not used to being treated with kindness or soft touches, but it’s quickly overtaken by a visceral need.
Sakura adores you. Every time you’re close, every time you touch, he’s reminded of the bewildering fact that you’re with him and every nerve in his body lights up. He had to run from the diner earlier because just you touching his thigh gave him a tent in his pants. He had to go back to patrol late from his break because he saw down your top and he needed ten minutes to calm himself down.
It's not that Sakura doesn’t want to touch you. It’s that he knows if he starts, he won’t be able to stop touching you.
You gently guide him to the couch, climbing on his lap to straddle him. Sakura’s hands immediately go to your hips as he looks at you with wide eyes.
“You’re so good to me, Haru,” you say, your voice sultry as you push his two-toned hair back from his forehead. “I want to make you feel good now, okay?”
Sakura’s awe-struck. He nods eagerly, licking his lips and tipping his face towards yours.
You snake a hand up his neck to cup his jaw before capturing his lips in a kiss.
Sakura inhales sharply through his nose, the feel of your pillowy lips against his making his heart set off at a gallop. You deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth and Sakura tightens his grip on you, almost whimpering against your lips.
It’s like a dam breaks inside Sakura. He kisses you back frantically, his tongue meeting yours. His hands run up to your waist, squeezing you as if afraid to let you go. You move from his mouth to his jaw and then lower down still to his neck, kissing along his windpipe, and feel him melt under your touch.
You’ve never kissed Sakura like this before, never gone anything beyond a one-time hand hold and a few pecks on the cheek. But now you’re both filled with a desperate need.
You can feel his hard-on already, pressing against the thin fabric of your panties as Sakura bucks his hips under you. You push down, grinding against his bulge and making Sakura whimper.
“Does that feel good, baby?” you coo, peppering loving kisses across his warm cheeks.
“Mhm, fuck… y-yeah, feels s’good…” Sakura breathes out as you drag your clothed pussy along his length.
Even as his brain becomes addled with needy pleasure, he can’t stop his hands roaming over you. He reaches up to start groping your breasts, feeling the soft flesh between his fingers and your nipples hardening under his palm.
“S-Shit…” he mumbles.
How many times has he thought about touching you like this? More times than he can count – and none of his imaginings come close to the real thing.
Sakura leans forward, pushing your top up over your tits so he can bury his face in your cleavage. His hands move down to your ass, gripping you tight as he pushes and pulls your hips, encouraging you to grind harder. Every stroke of your pussy, even through two layers of fabric, is making his cock leak so much precum, it’s soaking through his pants.
Sakura’s lips latch onto your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as he starts to suck roughly, his teeth grazing you. You card your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, encouraging him.
“You’re such a good boy, Haru,” you tell him, your voice coming out breathless and lusty.
Sakura moans into your breasts and you feel his cock throb. Neither of you are undressed but he’s a mess already, all needy and handsy and desperate.
“P-Please let me fuck you,” Sakura whimpers. “Please, I’ll do anything, just let me fuck you, please.”
You pull your hips back, cupping Sakura’s chin to force him to look at you.
“Are you sure, baby?” you ask between soft kisses at the corner of his mouth.
Sakura nods desperately, his hips involuntarily bucking up. His cock strains against his pants, so achingly hard.
“I need to feel you, please, let me cum inside you. Please, baby, please, I can’t-” Sakura whines through gritted teeth, his hips still stirring at a chance of feeling your pussy rub against him again. “I need you so bad right now.”
The sound of his sweet begging only makes you wetter. You press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“I can’t say no to you, Haru.”
You reach down to unbutton his pants, pulling his cock free. He’s hard as a rock, the tip shiny with precum. Your eyes widen slightly – he’s bigger than you thought he’d be.
“Ah! F-Fuck…” Sakura gasps as he feels your soft fingers close around it, his hips bucking again, desperate to rut into you.
You pull your panties to the side, drenched with your arousal, and align your sopping hole with his fat mushroom tip. Sakura whimpers as he feels your heat, making you smirk. Having him under you like this, like putty, so needy and helpless, is making your clit throb with desire.
You slowly sink down onto him, his girth stretching you but made easier with the amount of slick between your legs. Sakura gives a long, relieved moan as he feels himself slot inside you, so snug and warm and tight.
“That’s it, baby,” you soothe him, slowly bouncing up and down. “Does that feel good?”
“So f-fucking good,” Sakura stammers, pleasure short-circuiting his brain and making it hard to speak.
He squeezes his eyes shut, his brows knitting together in the middle as his lips part. His hands are on your tits again, groping you, feeling them bounce under his touch as you ride him. His cock throbs inside you, engorged with how close he is to cumming.
You roll your hips, rubbing your clit against him with every stroke, bracing yourself with your hands on his muscular shoulders. Sakura starts to thrusts up, meeting your hips with his as he becomes more needy, more desperate to cum.
Sakura wraps both his arms around you, pulling you flush to him and raising your hips slightly.
“So close… so close…” he whimpers as he thrusts up, holding you in place as he ruts up into you. He’s so sensitive he could burst, caught between the need to cum and the need to prologue this feeling for as long as possible, your heavenly walls squeezing him so tightly.
He presses his face against your tits, sucking roughly on your nipple as he fucks up into you. Sakura’s cock bullies into your pussy, stroking against the spot inside you that’s making you drip like a faucet. You tug on the roots of his hair, scratching your nails over his scalp as you whisper hoarse praises to him.
Sakura’s eyes roll back inside his head, your nipple falling from his mouth as he lets out a deep moan. His mind whites out as his orgasm hits, a choked groan escaping his throat.
“Fuck… fuck…” he whimpers as you feel him come undone inside you.
Sakura doesn’t stop thrusting even as he spills his load, fucking it into you. His grip loosens slightly on you so you meet his thrusts, bouncing on his cock again as Sakura bucks and jerks under you.
“That’s it, let me have it all, baby,” you talk him through it softly.
You slow as Sakura’s arms tighten around you again, his face smooshed between your tits, his hips stuttering to a stop. You can feel him breathing hard against your chest, sweat coating both your bodies.
Gently, you pry him away from you and meet his lips in a kiss.
“You did so good, Haru,” you praise him, cupping his jaw.
You’re aware he’s still inside you when he throbs at your words, even as his face is dazed, cheeks pink.
“I’ll give you a few minutes and then we’ll do that again, okay?” You wiggle on his lap, Sakura wrapping his arms tighter around you as your walls squeeze his oversensitive cock. “Can you do that for me?”
Sakura nods eagerly, his eyes glazed over with lust.
contains: established relationship, cockwarming, cunnilingus, mild somnophilia, creampie
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
word count: 400
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Husband!Sukuna who comes home after a long day at work, sitting heavily on the couch. You climb onto his lap, straddling him, your legs spread as Sukuna manspreads. His body feels tight, hard, so you rub your hands over his shoulders, feeling the tension there. “Need to relax, baby,” he murmurs and you know exactly what he wants.
Husband!Sukuna who tips his head back on the back of the couch, fingers laced behind his head as he watches you through half-lidded eyes as you sink down on his cock. You stay there, his fat mushroom tip kissing your cervix, and lean forward to kiss his neck. Sukuna exhales slowly, your silky walls wrapped tight around his cock, your soft lips on his skin, and feels the tension leak from his muscles.
Husband!Sukuna who unwinds after work by cockwarming, just the feel of your snug little cunt relaxing him. He knows you’re needy, missing him all day, so he lets you play with your swollen clit, watching the lewd display leisurely.
Husband!Sukuna who wakes up late on a Sunday, his only day off, to find you cuddled next to him. You’re half-asleep when you feel his thick finger running along your slit, his tongue on your nipple.
Husband!Sukuna who makes the most of a lazy Sunday morning with you, taking his time as he wakes you up. He nudges your legs apart, planting wet kisses across your pussy. His mouth is hot on your clit, his stubble sharp against your inner thighs as you start to squirm.
Husband!Sukuna who knows he has the whole day with you so he’s happy to make you cum twice, three times on his tongue before he stuffs his aching cock inside you. He loves the feel of how slick you are, how hot and ready your cunt is for him.
Husband!Sukuna who kisses you as he cums, the taste of you still on his tongue. Who can’t believe he got to marry you. Who’s in awe that he’s the one who gets to lick you, fuck you, wake up next to you. When you tell him you love him, you feel him get hard again, ready for more.
contains: lots of making out, nipple play, missionary, creampie, mentions of death
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
word count: 1.7k
series: 1. the taste of you | 2. the feel of you
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You’re in the rocky, freshwater pool with Laios, your arms wrapped around his neck as you unhurriedly explore each others mouths.
You had guided Laios to the pool, showing him the jut of a smooth, flat rock under the water that he could sit on before you climbed on his lap, straddling him. His erection is pressed between your stomachs and you can feel it warm against your skin despite the cool water of the pool. Laios had been enthusiastic about testing out his theories but had stopped you before you could guide him inside you.
“I still want to taste you,” he’d said. “All of you.”
So you had smiled and gently washed his face. Laios thumbed your bottom lip, his eyes running over you, mapping your features and committing them to memory. You had never seen this kind of look on someone’s face before – fascination, curiosity free from judgement.
When he was clean, Laios wrapped strong arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, dipping his head to kiss you. It was chaste at first and you could feel him thinking, his brain churning as he analysed the taste of your lips. He parted your lips gently and you allowed him, feeling his tongue slide into your mouth for a better taste.
“Mmm,” he moaned lightly into your mouth.
You’ve been kissing for a while, neither of you in any hurry. Laios’s lips are soft even as his stubble scratches at you, the combination only heightening your arousal. His hands trace absently up and down your back as you cup the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his sandy hair. Above you, cherry blossom leaves fall lightly onto the surface of the pond.
Laios has never been somewhere so peaceful, so quiet. His mind is usually loud, crammed full of thoughts running in tandem with each other, his brain moving quicker than his mouth sometimes. But being here, with you, his curiosity being sated rather than stifled, is making the loudness in his head a little quieter.
“What is it you taste?” you pull back from the kiss slightly to ask him. Laios chases your lips for a moment before blinking.
“Sweet again, but darker,” Laios muses. “Like honey but not as rich. There’s a bite to it that’s really interesting.”
“A bite, hmm?” You smile before nibbling softly at his neck, sucking gentle kisses against the stubble on his skin.
Laios’s cock throbs against your stomach. A blush dusts his cheeks, despite having had his face between your legs not long ago. He’s sweet, you think.
Laios moves to kiss you again, capturing your lips with his. His mouth moves to your jaw and then down to your neck, recreating what you’d done to him. He softly sucks at your skin before licking along your windpipe.
“Salty, a slight tang, and something earthy,” he mumbles against your neck. Delicious, he thinks before licking along your collarbone.
You shudder under his touch, growing hornier by the second. Never has a man had this effect on you, although you’ve never spent this long with one either. You’re still troubled by the unusual feeling in your stomach, familiar but unfamiliar.
You’re quickly distracted as Laios lowers his head further, his mouth traveling down to your breasts. You raise up slightly, allowing him better access as Laios feasts on your tits. His grip hardens slightly on your hips as his tongue flicks over your nipple. Laios gets a thrill from feeling it stiffen under his touch and the little whimper you let out.
You skin here tastes the same as your neck, except lighter. It’s just as addictive and Laios kisses over the soft skin of your breasts before moving back down to your nipple again. He sucks at it before lightly nibbling, his cock twitching at the moan you make.
Laios can’t get enough of you. Your taste, your sounds, the way you feel under his hands. All of you feels so good, so satisfying in a way he can’t explain. Is it because you’re a succubus? He’s not sure. But he doesn’t mind – as long as you let him keep tasting you.
“Laios…” you breathe, curling your hand around the back of his head, feeling his soft hair between your fingers. “I want to feel you.”
Laios looks up at you with his golden eyes, wide and earnest and alight with wonder.
“I want to feel you too,” he says.
With a smile, you climb off his lap and make to step out of the pool. At the last minute, Laios hauls himself out before you so he can offer you his hand. You grin and take it, letting him help you out.
Laios pulls you in for another kiss, his mouth hot and intent this time instead of slow exploration. Without leaving his lips, you tug him to the ground on top of you, feeling the grass like a blanket under you. Laos holds himself over you on his arms, your legs around his hips. You reach down to guide him to your entrance, now dripping for him, but feel the hesitation in him.
You break away from the kiss to look at him.
“You’re nervous,” you say, keeping your voice kind.
“I’ve died before,” he says, nibbling on his bottom lip. “But this is different.”
“We don’t have to,” you assure him. “We can try your other theories – a finger, maybe? Or we don’t have to do anything at all.”
Laios shakes his head.
“No, I want to be inside you,” he says firmly, his adam’s apple bobbing. “We can try fingers next time.”
It takes you a moment to register what he’s said. You blink in surprise, eyebrows raised.
“Next time?” you echo. “You’re coming back?”
Laios cocks his head at you.
“Of course.”
“Even if I…” For the first time, you struggle to say it out loud. If I kill you, is stuck in the back of your throat.
Laios furrows his brows, confused.
“You’re just hungry,” he says. “It’s not your fault.”
You’re horrified to feel a sob nearly overtake you, bubbling from your chest. You inhale sharply, blinking rapidly to shake the tears. Laois cups your face, concerned.
“I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?”
You shake your head, a lump in your throat preventing you from talking. Instead, you breathe out shakily, running a thumb across Laios’s jaw.
“I hope you do come back,” you tell him, voice barely above a whisper.
Laios smiles before pressing a kiss to your lips.
“You’ll see me again,” he promises.
He takes a deep breath, his thick tip nudging past your lips, before pushing himself inside you. You bite your bottom lip against the initial stretch of him, your slick combining with the ridges of his cock to create the perfect mix of friction. Laios’s eyes become half-lidded, his lips parting slightly as he quickly loses himself in the feel of you.
You’re hotter than he expected and your silky walls are pressed tight around him. He rocks his hips, trying not to go too deep just yet but your greedy pussy pulls him back inside every time he withdraws. A low moan falls from Laios’s lips, his eyes closing and brows knitted.
You expect him to go faster but he’s too caught up in how you feel when he strokes himself long and languidly in and out of you. Laios lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, his ragged breathing in your ear.
“You feel amazing,” he gasps lightly.
You lock your ankles behind him, pulling him tighter to you. Every slow, savouring thrust sends sparks through you, his cock stroking so sweetly against the nerves inside you. You’ve never felt this good before, never felt someone’s body pressed so close to you like this.
But Laios’s impending fate looms in your mind. You moan softly in his ear every time his cock brings you closer to the edge but you’re waiting for his thrusts to stall, for his movements to become slower, less deliberate. Tears prick at your eyes.
I’m sorry, you think. I’m so sorry.
Laios’s long strokes start to stutter. He breathes hard, his chest heaving against yours as he changes to quick, deep strokes, staying buried inside you.
“Fuck…” he breathes. “Don’t want… to end…”
But he's powerless. Laios moans, long and low as you feel him flood your insides, his cock throbbing against your walls. He collapses on top of you and you hug him tight, tears flowing freely.
You stay quiet, holding him to you as you sob quietly into his neck. For the first time, you hate what you are. You wish you’d told him no, that you’d sent him away.
You wish he was still here.
A startled yelp bursts from your chest as Laios pushes himself up on his arms. He blinks a few times, a dazed look on his face, before his eyes focus on you.
“Wow,” he says, a blush across his nose and cheeks. “That was amazing.”
You gape at him. Laios pulls back slightly, looking down at where he withdraws his softening cock.
“You’re alive,” you whisper hoarsely. “You’re alive.”
Laios makes no sign of moving, holding himself above you. A thoughtful look crosses his face.
“That surprised me too. I guess this hasn’t happened before?”
You shake your head vigorously.
“Never.” You reach out to touch his chest gingerly and feel him solid and warm under your palm. He’s really alive.
How is this possible? Everything was the same as it’s always been, every time you ate. Except…
Your eyebrows shoot up.
“Laios,” you say suddenly. “You made me cum.”
Laios’s ears turn pink but he nods seriously.
“You think that made a difference?”
Your hand moves down to your stomach, where the strange feeling that’s been plaguing you sits. An overwhelming sense of relief and annoyance at yourself for being so dumb rushes over you.
“I’m full,” you tell him. “After you made me cum, I wasn’t hungry anymore.”
You stare at each other. Laios eyes glow with interest and a small smile plays on his lips.
“Fascinating,” he says. “You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”
Person, you think. Not monster.
“I think…” Laios’s blush deepens. “I think I’d like to stay a while, if that’s okay with you.”
You pull him down for a kiss, feeling him strong and secure above you, your legs wrapping around him. He brushes your wet hair back from your forehead, his heart and mind calm.
i'll be on holiday from tomorrow for a week and i'll be without my laptop so although i've set up a queue to keep posting a new fic every day, i wont be able to reply to messages or post replies etc until i get back!
just in case anyone thinks i'm ignoring them, i promise i'm not!! and i'm excited to see everyone's replies and reblogs and messages when i get back :)
contains: you're a succubus and Laios wants to eat you (out), cunnilingus, mention of death
word count: 1.4k
note: all characters are 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
series: 1. the taste of you | 2. the feel of you
masterlist
You’re lounging in the small, rocky pool of your home, dipping your head back in the water to clean your hair. Your floor of the dungeon resembles a mini paradise, all fresh water and cherry blossoms and soft, vibrant grass. You love living here, your own space shared with no one – except the odd dungeon crawler, traipsing through your home with their dirty boots and loud voices.
You don’t mind though. You have to eat sometime.
You’re not a bad monster, you just get hungry. And it’s not like the men who stumble across you aren’t willing, they just forgo all logic and think with that thing between their legs. Once you’ve had your fill, drained the life from their bodies as they spill their seed inside you, you leave their bodies by the entrance as a kindness.
You’re starting to get hungry again, starting to wonder when someone new will visit, when you hear the rasp of metal armour. You smooth your wet hair back and turn to the source of the disruption.
A tall man with fair hair stands at the edge of your pool.
Perfect.
You rise from the water, exposing your bare chest, and smile sweetly at him.
“A weary traveller,” you say. “In need of refuge.”
The man only stares at you, a notch between his brows. It’s not the same hungry look that men usually give you, their instincts already taking over before you even touch them. You wait a moment for him to say something but he doesn’t, only studies you.
“Your name?” you ask, trying a different tact.
“Laios,” he replies.
“Laios,” you repeat, rolling his name around your mouth.
“And yours?”
You smile. Only a few men have ever asked your name, some of them thinking it will save them from their fate. It doesn’t.
“Y/N,” you tell him and he considers this.
After a beat, he offers his hand out to you. You take it, stepping out of the pool to stand naked in front of him. When Laios looks you up and down, it doesn’t feel the same as the other men. It feels… curious.
“Come, Laios.” You keep holding his hand, guiding him to a clear area of soft grass. “Sit with me.”
Laios does what you say, kneeling politely in front of you. You sit opposite and spread your legs for him, leaning back on your arms. Laios’s eyes trail down to your glistening lips, making you smile. He is still a man after all.
“You’re tired,” you say sympathetically. “Your body is sore, your mind is weary. Take some respite with me, Laios. I’ll take care of you.”
Laios’s golden eyes flick up to yours.
“You’re a succubus,” he states. You smile and shrug.
“I am.”
He holds his chin in thought as you wait for him quietly.
“Will my body be recovered? he eventually asks.
You huff a laugh in surprise. No one’s ever planned their death in advance before. There’s always a hint of hubris, of thinking they can pull back at the last moment, not knowing you have them as soon as they’re inside you.
“Yes.” You reward his honesty with your own. “I leave the bodies by the entrance so they can be found.”
Laios looks pleased, gifting you his first smile since he arrived.
“Not many monsters care about that,” he says.
“Well, I have to eat, that's all.” You shrug again. “Otherwise I’ll starve.”
Laios’s eyes brighten.
“I’m hungry, too,” he says.
Huh, that’s a weird thing to say. You shake the thought off as Laios moves closer to you, gently pushing your knees apart to make space for himself. His eyes are glued on the fruit between your legs, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. You grin and rest back further, sinking onto your forearms. You’re looking forward to your meal – little do you know that Laios is as well.
Laios stands to tugs off his armour, carefully laying the pieces down in a neat pile, leaving himself in his undershirt and drawers. When he falls back down to his knees between your legs, you expect him to pull his cock free, to sink himself into you as soon as possible.
You don’t expect him to bend down and run his tongue along your pussy.
You inhale sharply, nearly pulling back in shock. You stare down at him as Laios raises his head, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Sweet,” he says, rolling his tongue in his mouth. “A slight tang and… hm. Something else.”
It takes you a second to realise he’s talking about you. About your taste.
With wide eyes, you watch Laios as he lies down on his stomach to get more comfortable. He wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you to him and licks another stripe along your folds. His broad tongue splits your lips as he finds your hole, the source of your nectar. Laios makes a content noise as he pushes his tongue inside you.
You shudder with pleasure, reaching down to slide your fingers through his hair. His strong nose nudges your clit, heightening your enjoyment.
Laios laps at your hole, delighted by the taste of you, your flavour dancing along his tongue. You’re not like he expected, much sweeter and earthier, but delicious either way. And he’d be lying if he said he isn’t enjoying the noises you make, the little quiver of your thighs. Eating is an experience, he knows. The way you whimper and scratch at his scalp is part of the experience, part of why you taste so good.
Laios moves away from your hole, licking his way up to your clit. He finds it swollen and slippery with more of your arousal so he flattens his tongue and swipes broad strokes over it. You tug his hair a little tighter, your moans a little louder.
You’re leaning back, supporting yourself on one arm as you look down at Laios, watching him feast on you, his lips flush to your mound. His eyes are closed in bliss, his brows pushed together in the middle.
Laios sucks softly on your swollen bud and moans into your pussy. You cry out, pleasure seizing you in a vice grip. You squeeze his head between your thighs, the dungeon echoing with your ragged moans. When you’re too sensitive to continue, Laios moves back down to your hole, lapping at you once more, eager for the juices he just caused.
You lay back, chest heaving as Laios continues to lick you deep. You let him, enjoying the feel of his tongue against your less sensitive nerves. Laios only pulls back when his jaw cramps, stopping him.
You prop yourself back up on your forearms to look at him. Laios’s mouth and chin is shiny with your arousal, which he doesn’t bother to wipe off.
“Definitely sweet,” he confirms, his eyes alight and a grin on his face. He absently rubs his jaw, trying to work away the cramp. “Which makes sense – succubus tend to eat a lot of fruit.”
You listen to him, still slightly dazed from your orgasm, as Laios continues thinking out loud, theorising your taste and growing more animated by the second. His excitement is palpable and you can’t help but smile at him but you’re distracted. There’s a strange feeling in your stomach, something familiar but unfamiliar at the same time. You’re still trying to place it when Laios interrupts your train of thought.
“I’m curious about something though,” he says, flexing his hands and looking down at them. “Why haven’t I died?”
You scrunch up your face in confusion.
“What?”
“I thought I’d be dead.” Laios looks equally confused. “Isn’t that what a succubus does? Drains energy?”
Huh. You guess you’d never thought about what would happen if someone had sex with you without penetration.
“You know, I’m not sure,” you answer truthfully. “I’ve only ever drained them through their…”
You pointedly look down, noting that Laios is sporting a sizeable tent in his drawers despite his curious enthusiasm.
“Oh.” He looks down before glancing up again, his knuckle pressed against his lips in thought. “That’s interesting. Would it need to be genitals or would fingers work? I definitely had my tongue inside you so we can rule that out.”
Laios goes onto another tirade again, his face alight. You watch this adorable weirdo enthuse about what appendage he could safely put inside you and feel your face breaking out in a smile.
You enjoy being alone, being in your own company, but it’s been a while since you were this entertained.
“Laios,” you say, interrupting him gently.
“Hm?”
You beckon him closer, brushing your thumb across the light stubble on his jaw. He’s quite handsome, you think. How did you not notice before? You grin at him.
