He's pounding into you with harsh precision, each hard swip! Of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room accompanied with your shared gasping and moaning.
Satoru's been insisting on pulling out lately and you hate it. You want him to fill you up and make your insides white not pull out and cum on your stomach.
It made you sad because why wouldn't he want to fill you up? He always came inside of you till... Recently.
Based on how his body was trembling and twitching above you, you knew he was close. You knew his high was creeping up and you had the perfect idea.
You force his eyes to make eye contact with yours as your hands cup his face, cunt fluttering around him at how red his cheeks got. "Y-you close, baby?", he huffs out a "Y-yeah!" and brings his head down to snuggle in your neck. Satorus pace quickens making the bed squeak out with the rhythm; the sheer force of his pace has your body moving up with each plunge his cock slams into you.
Any second now. Your legs wrap around his hips and lock together giving him no room to pull out and cum on your tummy. Perfect.
"'M gonna cum! Lemme pulll ouuuut-!" Satoru whimpers and his body shockwaves against yours as he's trying oh so hard to hold himself back but your legs tighten your hold around his waist, it makes a pool of arousal wave through him. The feeling of you taking some sort of control makes something in him snap as his hips speed up in a messy, sloppy rhythm.
"B-baby-!" Satorus eyes roll back and his muscles tense before letting out a loud wail as his body convulses. His cock fills you riiight up with his thick seed and it wasn't a little amount, no. It was such a big amount that you could feel warmth spurting into your abdomen and leaking out on the sheets bellow.
"Made me cum inside.... Hah....." His Cerulean eyes flicker down to you with a slight smirk, "You fuckin wanted this huh?" Your half lidded eyes meet his and you smile; giving him his answer.
"Fuckin' slut." He grits out before snapping his hips against you in unforgiving speed. You scream out with how sensitive you were still and your hands clench at his shoulders each time his mushroomed tip kissed your womb. It wasn't even funny at how your tummy bulged each time he thrusted himself deeper.
Your legs were jumping and twitching around him, "S-sllooowww-! Angh-! D-doowhn-! O-oh-!" You're cut off with a specific thrust that echoes in the room as he stops and grinds against you.
"What huh? Now its too much?" He coos and you dumbly nodd your head making a wicked smile tug his lips. "Too bad, We'll be here for a while."
"Wha-" You can't even get a word out before you're flipped over and he's resumed his rhythm, fucking into you like its the last time he'll ever be inside of you.
Yeah. It was going to be a very long night.
A/n- hey guys I'm still alive I promise!! I'm trying to post as much as I can 😔 im still finishing up my Toji fic so take this drabble I can offer.... I hope it's okay and you have a lovely day lovelies <33
synopsis: men following you? who better to play pretend boyfriend than a massive stranger with pink hair and intimidating tattoos?
content: MDNI, 18+, implied stalking (strangers), mentions of kidnapping, explicit language, explicit smut (p in v), degradation, spitting in mouth, sukuna is rough ;)
wc: 2.4k
a/n: why is sukuna turning into my side piece, he always has me hot and ready like hello??? enjoy this idea that popped in my head today when I was trying to take a nap (i was unable to take one after)
art I believe is by r5x95r13ros on twt (pls correct me if i'm wrong!!)
Your heart was pounding, the roaring in your ears deafening as you continued to speed walk down the pavement of Shibuya. The men behind you were keeping pace, staying close enough not to lose you, but far enough to remain suspicionless.
You clutched your bag tighter, trying to make your stride longer, hoping to blend into the large crowds as you continued a route that led you back to Shibuya crossing.
The setting sun was a mirror to your impending doom, if they were still following you once the darkness of the night blanketed the city, you were likely never going home. If you had to walk all night you would, it certainly beat the alternative of never seeing the light of day again.
The largest of the trio of men following you popped out of a side street, positioning himself closer than any had been so far. If he so much as reached his arm out, he could close it around you and that would be it.
You could feel the sweat sliding down your temples, despite the cooler weather. Your mind was screaming at you to do something, anything, to keep this man from grabbing you as you saw him inch impossibly closer.
That’s when you saw him, the largest man you’d ever seen, standing on the corner waiting for the crosswalk to greenlight. He was wearing a tight black shirt, showing off his broad, muscled frame and those intimidating tattoos that covered his arms. His black baggy jeans sitting low on his hips and black combat boots peaking from beneath the hem added to his persona.
You weren’t sure what led you to do this, maybe his pink hair, but your instincts told you he was safe. You thought he would easily scare off these men with one look, so you shouted, calling out to him with a wave.
He turned with a frown on his face, showcasing the tattoos spanning across most of his face. His crimson eyes were assessing you as he pulled a wired earbud out of the ear closest to you.
You gave him the brightest smile you could muster, a pleading look in your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck, jumping into him.
“I finally found you!” You kept your voice loud and clear, hoping the man behind you continued walking. The stranger was stiff beneath you, as he closed one arm tentatively around your waist, keeping you off the ground.
“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was a gruff rasp in your ear, despite the fact he was playing along with you.
“There are men following me,” you whispered back, watching over his shoulder as the man who was behind you continued walking. “Please act like you know me.”
He huffed out a breath filled with annoyance, “Fine.”
When he set you on your feet again, you pulled back finally getting a good look at his face. You were stunned for a second, admiring his strong, handsome features. He was so unique looking and probably the hottest man you’d ever seen.
You offered him a sheepish smile, before taking his large hand in yours, it was warm and rough, adding to his hotness, “Where are we heading?”
“It’s a surprise,” he gave you a sly smile, flashing his perfect teeth.
The moment the crosswalk greenlit you were off again, dragging him for half a second before his long stride matched yours. You faked a look at him, glancing past his shoulder for any signs of the men. One of them was still trailing far behind so you kept your hand in his as you flashed him a smile.
“I guess you should lead the way,” you laughed weakly as you slowed your step to let him set the pace and direction.
How you found yourself in this situation after a failed first date, the only explanation was it was just your luck. You only decided to stay out to make the best of what was left of the day after your date spent the entire time talking about himself and berating you after you offered any information about yourself. You were in a respectable career for your age, you lived by yourself, but you always kept that piece of information tucked away. You were pretty healthy. You only occasionally splurged on items for your apartment or wardrobe, so you were mostly wise with money. The only reason he thought he had something on you was his family name and being in a position he all but admitted was handed to him.
All you wanted to do was to browse some shops, hoping to clear your mind and then maybe pick up a few things you needed for your apartment before heading home and taking the hottest shower of your life. Of course all of that hit the fan the moment you caught sight of the first man following you. At first you thought maybe it was a coincidence, there were plenty of people out right now and he could easily be heading in a similar direction. Your panic started to set in when another man joined him, still following you even after you completed a full circle.
When the third man appeared, you were full on panicking as you rushed yourself back to Shibuya crossing. If this stranger you were currently holding hands with turned out to be worse than those guys following you, then you’d have to accept your fate. It would be fitting, all things considered.
You had to admit, your intuition was hardly ever wrong and not once since you jumped into his arms had you felt unsafe. If anything most of your worries fell away as you walked in silence further away from the reality you almost faced. Best case scenario you were free of the men and got to go home and sleep everything off. Worst case, maybe this guy would pick up where they left off.
When you stopped in front of yakitori-ya you finally focused on everything around you again. You scolded yourself because if this guy was going to kidnap you, you’d made it entirely too easy as you zoned out the entire walk here. You guessed it was a good sign your hand was still in his and you were still alive, and if you had to look on the bright side, being able to zone out around him meant your instincts were further proving he was safe.
“Get whatever you want,” his voice was calm, the deep baritone of it settled in your bones as you furrowed your brows.
“I’ll pay for my food,” you dropped his hand, fumbling around your purse for your wallet before he firmly grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together again. A wave of warmth rushed through your body as you looked at him, stunned.
“Why would you pay for anything?” He grumbled, his frown settling across his face like it was a familiar expression. It probably was given everything you’d gathered about him in the past twenty minutes or so.
“I owe you,” you gestured between the two of you, clearly not understanding what wasn’t clicking for him.
He gave a long sigh, like you were the one being ridiculous, “Just order, woman.”
“Woman?” You pulled back, getting a better look at another one of his sly grins. You huffed, snatching your hand away as you crossed your arms, waiting in line in silence.
After you got your food from the takeout window you both settled into a mindless walk while eating the skewers. It wasn’t so bad being around him, even if he was kind of a brute, you found you didn’t dislike it. Somehow he made it work, rather than coming off as misogynistic like this one blond guy you went out with once who wore winged eyeliner and said something along the lines of women belong serving men.
The stranger broke the silence first after you dropped your empty trays in the trash, “Why’d you pick me to come up to?”
“Honestly, I don’t really even know,” you laughed lightly. “I think my mind figured picking someone who was scarier looking than the people following me was a good idea.”
“Oh so I’m scary looking?” He gazed down at you, lifting one of his brows. You realized how much larger he was than you as you looked up at him, he was so tall and clearly worked out regularly.
“Don’t be dense,” you rolled your eyes, earning a quick poke to the cheek.
“Watch it,” he warned and you found yourself grinning up at him, feeling the argumentative side of you peeking through.
“Or what?” You challenged.
“I think you know what,” he stopped, bringing his body closer to you and lowering his face. “And I think that’s why you’re acting like this.”
“Acting like what?” You feigned innocence, placing a hand against your chest.
He gripped your chin in his hand, his voice low and promising, “A fucking brat.”
“Am I?” You batted your lashes at him.
“You know what you’re doing,” he grumbled.
“Well, I think I owe you for saving me,” your voice was sultry as you trailed your hand up his strong biceps.
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Those were your famous last words that led to Ryomen Sukuna (you this learned on the way to his place) pounding into you ruthlessly.
“Look at you, helpless while you take it,” his voice was rough against your neck, a sharp bite following that had you moaning even louder. “Fucking slut,” he grunted against your ear as he fucked you with long, deep strokes.
You were currently pressed against the wall in his entryway, legs thrown over his arms as he supported your full weight. You hardly made it inside before he had your clothes off and his huge cock shoving inside your sopping wet cunt. Your nails were clawing against his back every time he slammed upwards, his tip bullying the deepest parts of you.
“Oh god-” you moaned, slipping a hand into his hair and yanking roughly.
“I prefer Ryomen,” he gave you the sexiest grin before shoving his tongue into your mouth, claiming your mouth just as ruthlessly as his cock claimed pussy. When he pulled back slightly to spit in your mouth you moaned, noticing that he was watching as it slid down your chin.
The lewd sounds that filled the apartment would’ve made anyone blush, you were so wet you were practically dripping down his cock. You were completely helpless, as he fucked you stupid, your mind empty except for the overwhelming sensation of him.
“Harder- fuck-” you whined, clenching around him as he gave you exactly what you asked for. The frames hanging on the wall rattled every time he roughly thrust into you.
“You like being fucked like a slut?” His degrading tone had your pussy growing even wetter as he suddenly dropped your feet to the floor and spun you around. When he shoved you roughly against the wall you moaned, arching back against him.
“Don’t stop,” you begged, your words cut off by his cock slamming back inside of you. One of his big hands fisted your hair, pulling your neck back allowing him to spit into your mouth again. His other drifted around your hip, finding your clit and rubbing circles over it as he continued to slam into you.
“Begging for my cock,” he hummed in your ear. “After you begged for my help earlier,” his fingers were working your clit quickly, the combination of his cock rubbing against the spot deep inside of you had you spiraling quickly. “Are you always this fucking needy?”
“No-” your words choked on a moan as he pinched your clit roughly, the pain mixing with the pleasure overriding everything.
“Don’t tell me you’re so cockdrunk you can’t answer me?” He tugged against your hair as he began rubbing your clit again, working quick circles against you as he focused on hitting all the spots inside you.
“I can-” you babbled.
“Try again,” he pinched your clit, almost causing your orgasm to crash through you. The white hot pleasure fading quickly as he worked soft strokes against it, building it up again slowly.
“Oh Ryo-” you moaned when he hit a particularly deep thrust, arching your back further as you tried to take him deeper. His soft strokes against your clit were maddening as you sat on the edge of your climax.
“Try harder,” he tsked, yanking your hair.
“It’s you,” you whined. “All for you.”
“There you go,” the pressure of his fingers increased as his mouth lowered to your ear. “Come,” his command had your orgasm cresting, your cries filling the small entry way as you came hard on his cock, tears spilling down your cheeks.
His fingers wouldn’t let up, his pace not faltering even as you tried to push away, the overstimulation too much. “It’s too much,” you moaned.
His hand shoved your head against the wall as his fingers continued to bully your clit. You could feel another orgasm building deep inside of you as he continued fucking you.
“Might have to make you mine,” he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic.
“W-what?” You stammered, moaning as he angled himself deeper inside of you. Your eyes rolled back, you could hardly hear what he said next.
“Taking me like you were made for me,” he grunted as you clenched around him. “Wanna be mine huh?”
“I don’t know-” you moaned, his hand leaving your hair to close around your hip, shoving you down against him.
“Fucking liar,” he hissed, rubbing his fingers harshly against your clit. “This pussy’s mine.”
“Yes- all yours-” you moaned, his fingers working you quickly as he practically impaled you on his cock.
“Come for me again, fucking brat,” you came with a scream, it was quickly muffled by his mouth pressing against yours. His tongue bullying itself inside your mouth, swallowing all your cries.
You felt his cock twitch, before he was grunting in your mouth as he spilled warm, thick ropes of cum inside of you. He fucked you through his orgasm, drawing every last drop of cum from himself as he shoved it deep in your pussy.
When he pulled his lips away, a string of spit followed him as he looked you deeply in your eyes, “You’re mine now.”
And that sounded like the best thing in the world to you.
a/n: i would definitely agree to be his after he fucked me stupid because i'm #easy
Hello everyoneee 😭 sorry for being a little inactive these past few days
I went to a concert this weekend and I wasn’t home, so I’ve just been out sightseeing and doing tourist stuff hehe 😭 BUT I’m back now which means I can finally continue writing fanfics again 🫡
ALSOOO we reached 500 followers??? which is actually insane to me 😭 thank you guys so much for liking my content and supporting my silly little thoughts/fics. I’m genuinely really grateful and I hope I can keep making more stuff you can enjoy 😉💕
♡ ྀི꒱ᩙ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ kento covers himself while eating u out !
kento is the biggest munch you've ever been with! he'll eat it for breakfast, lunch, & dinner if he could（and trust me, he absolutely tries to !）
but there's one little peculiar thing he always does . .
he always covers himself with a blanket over him while his face is buried deep in your sweet core. when he did it the first time you two ever got intimate, you just thought it was something he did out of respect for you and you wouldn't put it past him to do something like that so you let it be.
as time went on though, he continued doing this and so you couldn't help wonder why. so today you decide to find out just that.
while he's ever so sweetly lapping at your slicked folds, you very slowly lift up the blanket and peek in to see your beloved. he doesn't seem to notice at first since you're still letting out those cute whimpers of yours. but then, he soon hears a soft giggle from you and that makes his eyes shoot up to look at you.
and gosh, he looks so goddamn cute & sexy at the same time — so greedily suckling on your puffy clit and stretching you out with those thick fingers of his, it's like he's completely lost in the moment. then . . his eyes flit up to meet yours whose peaking so adorably with that pretty smile on your face.
kento stops like he'd just been caught doing something naughty（technically he had been!）and then his entire face flushes a shade of pink, smushing his cheek to your inner thigh. you'd never seen him get flustered like this & you genuinely feel your heart do flips at how cute he looks.
"honey . ." he mutters, squishing his face even more into the plush of your thighs. ". . what are you doing?"
"just looking at my lovely boyfriend." you muse, running your fingers through his hair. "because he's always hiding himself when he's eating me out."
the flush on his face gets darker as he lets out a tiny groan, embarrassed & bashful. ". . i just get shy about it, sweetheart. i don't know why but i just do."
your heart flutters at his adorable admission, and with that, you lower the blanket back down & you can hear kento hum in delight as he dives right back in to devouring you ❤︎ !
Request for the lovely @skiyommii - I haven’t written for ex-toji IN A MINUTE !
1. The Flowers
It started during the first year after the divorce.
Out of instinct more than anything else, Toji bought your favorite flowers like he always used to and had them delivered to your apartment.
Not long after, his phone rang.
“Toji, please,” you sighed softly. “This is hard enough already… no flowers. No gifts.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, staring out the window while the florist receipt still sat on the counter.
“Wasn’t trying to make you feel bad,” he muttered. “Think of it as a thank you… for being married to me for so long…dealing with my bullshit.”
You didn’t know what to say to that.
The flowers kept coming every year after that.
Even when you both started dating other people.
The bouquet always arrived on the same day, with the same arrangement.
2. Winter Tires
The first winter apart, he called you out of nowhere.
“Hey,” he said casually, like he hadn’t been rehearsing what to say for the last ten minutes. “I know I usually change your tires for you, and the deadline’s coming up.”
You stayed quiet while listening to the familiar sound of him tapping his lighter against the kitchen counter.
“I made you an appointment at my friend’s shop,” he continued. “If you’re not comfortable, I can just bring the car over myself before I pick up the kids.”
You closed your eyes. “Toji… thank you, but I don’t think that’s necessary anymore. I can bring the car myself.”
A pause.
“But really… thanks for the reminder. And for making the appointment.”
“Yeah,” he answered quietly. “No problem.”
After the call ended, sadness settled heavily in your chest.
He still remembered the little things. The things no one else ever thought about.
3. The Wallet Photo
Toji never removed the family photo from his wallet.
“Don’t you think it’s time to get rid of that?” Shiu asked one night, taking a drag from his cigarette.
Toji glanced down at the worn picture tucked behind cracked plastic.
You smiling. The kids younger. His arm wrapped around your waist.
“Hell no,” he scoffed.
Shiu snorted. “Women aren’t gonna like that.”
Toji nudged him with his shoulder before taking another sip of his drink.
“Funny how you think I’d ever waste another dollar on a woman,” he smirked faintly.
But later that night, when nobody was around, his thumb brushed over your face in the picture before he tucked it safely back into place.
4. The Snowstorm
There was a bad snowstorm one morning, and the kids were staying with you that week.
Toji knew how difficult mornings like that were.
Getting two sleepy kids bundled into snow suits. Cleaning snow off the car. Trying to make it to school on time without slipping on ice.
So he woke up before sunrise and drove over while the city was still asleep.
He shoveled your driveway. Cleaned off your windshield. Salted the front steps and made a path from the door to the car.
You didn’t realize it was him until you noticed the familiar brand of cigarettes butts left behind in the snowbank. A small smile tugged at your lips.
Later that morning, he got a text from you.
Thank you. You really didn’t have to.
Toji stared at the message longer than he should have before locking his phone.
He blamed the warmth in his chest on relief. On the kids being safe and nothing else.
5. The Voice Messages
This one embarrassed him the most. A guilty pleasure.
Toji kept every old voicemail and voice memo you had ever sent him.
It was the only version of you he had left that still sounded soft, loving, and happy.
Sometimes, late at night, he’d replay them while laying in bed.
“Hey babe, I’m on my way home. Love youuuu.”
He always smiled at the way you sang the last word.
Another beep.
“Ji, you’re not gonna believe this— I got the promotion!” you practically shouted through the speaker. “We’re celebrating tonight. I’m buying that fancy wine you like.”
You sounded so proud. So excited to tell him first.
And then there was his favorite one.
“I know you’re working late tonight,” you mumbled sleepily. “I left food in the fridge.”
A pause.
“Be safe, my love.”
That one ruined him in the best way every time.
6. The Wedding Rings
You arrived a little early when dropping the kids off one weekend.
Toji answered the door shirtless, clearly in the middle of getting dressed.
“Sorry,” he muttered, stepping aside to let the kids run in.
You barely heard him; because around his neck, hanging from a thin silver chain, was your matching wedding band.
Not on his finger anymore. But still with him.
Your breath caught before you could stop it.
Toji noticed your stare immediately and instinctively grabbed the chain, like he’d forgotten it was visible.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then the kids ran past yelling about breakfast, and the moment disappeared just as quickly as it came.
But the image stayed with you long after you left.
Because even after all this time, he still wore his ring every day. Hidden beneath his shirt.
Keeping the memory of you as close to his heart as he possibly could.
୨୧ — You bounce on Sukuna's cock, biting your lip to stifle the moans threatening to wake your sleeping daughter down the hall. But the way he fills you, stretching you so perfectly, makes restraint impossible- your breathy whimpers spill out with every desperate roll of your hips.
His hand clamps over your mouth, crimson eyes flashing, “Quiet.”
You whine against his palm, grinding down harder, loving the way his jaw tightens. His other hand fists in your hair, yanking just enough to make your back arch.
He’s growing tired of your bullshit. Too loud. Too reckless.
In one swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, shoving your face into a silk pillow. His grip on your hip is ironclad as he drives into you, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs. Just how you like it.
“Still wanna act up?” he growls, his voice rough.
You can only gasp, muffled by the pillow, as pleasure coils tighter and tighter-
Then he spills inside you, painting your insides the prettiest white, drowning your womb as he pants against your spine.
“D-didn't pull out,” you mumble, boneless beneath him.
A dark chuckle brushes your ear, “didn’t hear you beg me to pull out, besides-.” He nips the back of your neck, “I recall someone saying how they’d like to be swollen with my brat again during breakfast this morning.”
Okay, so I know I've written about hardcore dominant Nanami before, but with maturity comes wisdom, and at the ripe old age of 22, I've come to realize that that isn't accurate. Nanami, at his core, is a gentle, tired man, who I don't believe would take pleasure from hardcore domination, and definitely would want to inflict harm on his partner, be it verbal or physical.
Instead, I believe it'd be accurate that everyone's favorite tired husband would prefer if his partner took control, while he lay back and relaxed. It's why cowgirl is his favorite position. Not only is the visual nice--seeing your tits bounce as your greedy cunt goobles off up his thick cock never fails to cheer him up--but he doesn't have to do much. Sure, he'll grab your hips to guide your movements and whisper words of encouragement. When he has extra energy, he may even drive his hips upward, but for the most part, you do most of the work.
This extends to oral, too, and why he'll forever vouch for facesitting. He gets a taste of your pussy, while you get to ride his mouth to your heart's content. He'll knead your ass cheeks, but you set the pace, and he gets to just lie there and be smothered by your essence. Heaven, if you ask him.
Alternatively, on days he isn't a pillow princess, he's a service top. He always wants to make you feel good, and when his energy is high, he'll dedicate himself to making you come as many times as possible. On these days, you'll find yourself in his second-favorite position: the mating pressing. A hand will be pressing down on your belly, keeping you pinned down as he drives into you while he feels the bulge his big dick creates.
When he's making you feel good, he wouldn't want to hear any honorifics. He'll want to hear you say his name--to moan out Kento--and to listen to the pretty sounds you make in between his own praises.
One day, I'll write a fic based on this concept, but until then, enjoy this headcanon.
You know what’s one headcanon I always have about Sukuna whenever I write him in a normal/modern AU?? 😭
I genuinely feel like his job would be something like a chef/cook 👨🍳
I know a LOT of people write him as a mechanic and trust me I EAT THOSE FICS UP EVERY SINGLE TIME pls never stop writing them 😭 BUT whenever I’m writing him I keep thinking about what kind of “normal” job would fit him the most and for some reason I always come back to chef Sukuna.
Like… I can totally picture him working at some fancy high-end restaurant, being insanely perfectionist about every dish he makes. The type to get irritated if one tiny thing is off 😭
And when I think about Sukuna in college, I always imagine him studying gastronomy too.
Like PLEASE imagine him in his chef uniform, sleeves rolled up, those huge hands carefully working dough for fresh pasta or constantly tasting sauces to make sure they’re perfect 🥹
AND honestly I also think this because his whole domain/technique already has so many cooking themes attached to it 😭 his technique is literally cooking if you think about it.
Cleave = cutting the meat
Dismantle = chopping up the vegetables and everything else
Fuga = finishing the whole thing with the oven 💀
idk something about Sukuna cooking with that intense serious look on his face just does something to me.
sukuna is unexpectedly affectionate in private (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
it’s quiet except for the low tapping of rain against the window and the occasional rustle of blankets every time sukuna shifts against you.
which is quite often.
for someone who acts like affection is beneath him, he’s currently half sprawled across your chest like an oversized cat, one arm heavy around your waist.
you look down at him for a second, making sure his eyes are still closed, before reaching for your phone as carefully as possible.
“mhmm, keep scratching riiight there,” he mutters lazily.
you bite back a grin. “hmm, you like that?”
his grip tightens, pulling you closer until your legs tangle together beneath the blankets. one of his hands lazily traces shapes against your hip.
he’s completely relaxed— nobody would ever believe this version of him exists.
which is exactly why you start recording.
the phone captures the way his face softens, the way he leans into your touch, and the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at his mouth when you scratch lightly at the right spot.
“you’re sooo spoiled,” you whisper.
“tch, by who?”
“me, duh.”
he hums thoughtfully. “suppose you’re useful for something.”
“wow. you’re sooo romantic.”
“you know how i feel about you, woman,” he mutters. “don’t make me say it.”
you just grin down at your phone screen.
especially when he shifts upward just enough to press his face against your chest dramatically after you stop petting his hair for two seconds.
“jeez,” you whisper. “clingy much?”
“careful.”
“hm? or what?”
“i’ll remind you who’s in charge.”
despite the threat, his voice is rough with sleep, quieter than usual. affectionate in that awful sukuna way where every sweet thing sounds vaguely dangerous.
you’re still smiling at the screen when his gaze suddenly flickers upward, and straight to your phone.
you watch the realization hit him in real time.
“…are you filming me?” his expression twists into horror first, before hardening into his usual glare as he jerks upright.
“delete it.”
“no.”
“delete it now.”
“you were being cute.”
his eyes widen a fraction. “give me the phone.”
you scramble backward across the bed before he can grab you, laughing when he lunges and misses by inches.
“nuh-uh!”
“you insignificant—”
“maybe.. i’ll show uraume.”
dead silence, and the look on his face is murderous.
“you wouldn’t dare.”
your grin turns evil. “oh, i would.”
he’s off the bed instantly, and so are you.
you shriek laughing as you sprint out of the bedroom, nearly tripping over your own feet while sukuna storms after you.
“get back here, now!”
“uraume deserves to know you’re secretly pathetic—”
“i’ll burn that device if i have to.”
“you were totally acting all soft!”
“THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED.”
you’re wheezing by the time you dart down the hallway, clutching your phone to your chest while he gains on you with terrifying speed, then suddenly strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you yelp as he lifts you clean off the ground.
“caught you.”
“i’m sorry— no, no, no!”
he pries your phone from your hands with annoyance while you laugh uncontrollably.
he glares down at the screen, pulls up the video, and watches exactly three seconds of himself melting into your touch.
“…this shall never be seen by anyone else.”
you grin. “but you looked adorable!”
“say another word and i’m never cuddling you again.”
gojo's wisdom teeth removal led to an unexpected love confession
your best friend of two years had begged you repeatedly to tag along with him to his personal hell on earth. the dental clinic. the four back teeth in his mouth have been bothering him for some time now, leaving no option but to get them removed.
“i can’t do this, hold my hand.” satoru’s hand roughly grabbed onto yours. you tried not to get flustered by the action, but you could feel warmth erupting on your cheeks. his leg kept bouncing nervously, waiting for his name to be called.
“toru, you’re twenty years old.” you reminded.
“i’m allowed to be scared at twenty!” he whisper shouted. his clammy hand didn’t let go of yours even for a second. when his name got called out, he refused to let go. “please, come with me. come with me.”
fortunately, he finally went in without you. with a final pleading look, satoru got taken away. safe to say, he had every right to be terrified. the white haired boy walked out with his cheeks all puffed up like a chipmunks, eyes teary, and walking like a drunk man.
“he was very difficult to drug.” the doctor said, leading satoru by the shoulders over to you. he whined out your name, reaching out to hug you. “help.. hurts..”
you stifled in a laugh, enjoying the sudden behavior. after thanking the doctor and a very difficult time having to push satoru into your car, you made your way over to your apartment . there was no way you were letting him be unattended until tomorrow.
the radio played his favorite music, making him sing along in the backseat. very off key, mind you. “hey.. hey, where we going?” his voice was very funny sounding. “to my place.” you stared at him through the rearview mirror.
“ooh.. and what are we gonna do at your place?”
you rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a small smile. “i’m gonna take care of you.”
“whole house happy.” he slurred out before flopping back into his seat. upon arrival, he was talking nonsense. something about digimon and his econ class, you couldn’t tell. “oh no..” the bloody gauze fell from his mouth, landing on the floor. “my tongue!” his eyes widened in horror.
“it’s not your tongue, silly.” too late, he was already crying. his hand tapped against his cheek in attempt to feel his still attached tongue. “no.. my tongue!” he tried bending down to grab it.
in total, it took ten minutes to get him inside the house and to convince him that his tongue was very much intact. “open up..” you gently placed in a new gauze, closing his jaw so he could start biting down on it. “i’ll be back.” doctors recommended to place ice packs on both cheeks to numb down the pain and luckily, you had two bags of peas sitting in your freezer.
“don’t leave me.” his strong arms wrapped around your torso, pushing his face in between your chest. “toru!” you gasped, trying to push him away.
“i love you so much.. do you know that? bet you don’t.. don’t even have a clue.” satoru mumbled out, leaning up to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, spreading his nasty blood all over you before you stopped him. “babay...” he pouted, watching as you placed your hands on his chest, preventing him from getting closer. “satoru calm down, you’re not yourself right now. you’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”
“i do.” he groaned. “love youuuu.. sooo much. do you love me too?”
you had spent the past two years believing the crush was one sided, that there would be no way he could ever feel the same way about you too. this wasn’t the way you’d want to confess, so you’ll save it for another day. “i’ll tell you when you’re thinking straight.”
“i’m straight.”
“i’m sure.”
very sorry for the inaccurate representation of getting your wisdom teeth removed. i haven’t gotten mine out yet. i’m scared.
tysm for the idea @newpersonsameoldmistakez & @sillyriddle
It was kinda like Nerd!Gojo x f!reader + Frat!Sukuna. Reader and Nerd!Gojo were already together, and I’m pretty sure reader was kinda nerdy too. And Sukuna was actually kinda shy/nervous 😶.
Both reader and Gojo kept flirting with him because they wanted him to join them for a trio😝, and Sukuna would get all flustered and nervous every time. The dynamic was SO good 💀
The thing is, I remember the fic ending like it was setting up for a part 2, but I never found one?? So now I’m wondering if there actually is a continuation and I just missed it.
Accidentally Discovering Your Boyfriend’s Weakness
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Pairing: Bf!Sukuna x F!reader
Warnings: Hair Pulling, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Jealous Reader, Heavy Make-Outs, Oral Sex, Sexual Tension, Established Relationship, Dom/Sub Undertones, Denial, Smug Sukuna, Flirting, Praise Kink Undertones, Hair Pulling Kink, Sukuna Being Weak for Reader, Suggestive Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Short.
Synopsis: Sukuna loves having his hair pulled. He would rather die than admit it. Unfortunately, you already know.
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Sukuna loves it when you pull his hair.
Has he ever told you that?
No.
Would he ever admit it out loud?
Absolutely fucking not.
It’s something you started noticing slowly over time, through reactions he probably didn’t even realize he was giving away himself.
And the funniest part?
The first times you pulled his hair weren’t even in a sexual way.
They were out of jealousy.
Sometimes Sukuna could be painfully oblivious whenever women flirted with him. Or maybe he wasn’t oblivious at all and just genuinely didn’t care enough to notice. Either way, it irritates the hell out of you.
Your boyfriend usually acts like speaking to people physically pains him. Half the time he looks one inconvenience away from telling someone to fuck off.
So when he suddenly answers another woman calmly instead of ignoring her like usual?
Yeah. It annoys you more than it should.
Especially because even with that permanently irritated expression and dry attitude, his voice still sounds unfairly sexy.
Fucking idiot.
So whenever those situations happened in public, you’d stand beside him smiling sweetly while resting your hand against his back innocently.
Just small touches at first.
Little pats.
Your fingers slowly sliding higher toward his shoulders before eventually reaching the back of his neck, slipping into soft pink strands.
Then you’d spread your fingers slightly, getting a better grip before suddenly tightening your hand and tugging his hair hard to make his head tilt back.
Not hard enough to hurt him.
But enough to force his head back slightly.
Just enough to make him feel it.
“What the fuck was that?” you’d whisper against his ear with a smile that was anything but sweet.
And every single time, Sukuna reacted the same way.
That slow, dangerous grin.
Tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.
Like the jealous tone in your voice entertained him way more than it should’ve.
Then there were moments on the couch.
Messy kissing sessions that always got out of hand way too quickly.
You on top of him, holding his face while his hands stayed locked on your hips, guiding your movements against him with shameless insistence until your breathing turned uneven between kisses.
And whenever your lips drifted toward his neck, your hand always found his hair eventually.
Like muscle memory.
One hand against his throat.
The other tangled into soft pink strands before pulling his head back to expose more of his neck to you.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Sukuna would let out the hottest fucking moan.
Low. Rough. Completely unplanned.
The kind of sound that made heat rush straight between your thighs instantly.
And to be honest, the more you heard it, the more obsessed you became with making him do it again.
But the moment you truly realized just how much he loved it happened one night in bed.
Sukuna was between your legs, completely devouring you like a man starving to death.
Your skirt was pushed up around your waist, panties shoved aside carelessly while your fingers stayed twisted tightly in the sheets beneath you.
Meanwhile, Sukuna looked almost fucking drunk on you.
One hand hooked beneath your thigh to keep your legs spread open while the other pulled you closer every time you squirmed too much from the overwhelming pleasure.
You could barely think straight.
Barely breathe.
And then suddenly, without lifting his head for even a second, Sukuna grabbed your wrist.
At first you thought he was trying to pin your hand down.
Instead, he guided it upward.
Straight into his hair.
The realization hit you immediately.
Oh.
You tangled your fingers into the pink strands before giving them an experimental tug, pulling him closer against you.
And Sukuna fucking moaned.
The sound vibrated directly against you, making your entire body twitch.
Not annoyance.
Not surprise.
Need.
And after that?
He completely lost whatever restraint he had left.
More tongue.
More desperation.
More filthy sounds muffled against your skin every single time you pulled his hair again.
That was the moment your little theory became a fact.
Your terrifying, intimidating boyfriend had a thing for getting his hair pulled.
A bad one.
After that, you started doing it constantly.
When you kissed him.
When you were angry at him.
When you cuddled.
Even when you were making love.
Just to watch those subtle little reactions he tried so hard to hide.
And eventually, you decided to finally call him out on it.
“Did you know you have a fetish for getting your hair pulled Ryo?” you asked casually one evening during dinner.
Sukuna nearly stopped mid-bite.
The reaction was tiny, almost unnoticeable, but you caught it instantly.
His brows furrowed slightly while he stared at you with that familiar irritated look.
“You say a lot of stupid shit,” he muttered before finally bringing the food to his mouth.
Your smile widened immediately.
There it was.
Denial.
“You moan more when I pull it,” you continued casually, resting your chin against your palm. “It’s actually so fucking hot—”
“You’re imagining things.”
He still refused to look directly at you.
But unfortunately for him, you noticed the way the tips of his ears slowly started turning red.
Oh, you fucking caught him.
Beneath the table, you slowly slipped your foot out of your slipper, dragging it teasingly higher along his inner thigh before finally rubbing against his semi-hard cock through his pants.
Sukuna finally looked up at you then.
Sharp red eyes immediately locking onto yours.
And judging by the way his jaw tightened—
you already knew you were right.
Your smile turned downright evil.
“So it’s not just the pulling itself,” you tease softly, rubbing your foot against him through his pants. “Even talking about it gets you hard, huh?”
Silence.
“Wanna test my theory?” you ask sweetly.
Sukuna lets out a low half-laugh, leaning further back into his chair while his gaze slowly drifts downward to where your foot keeps moving against him so cruelly beneath the table.
His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek.
Then he looks back up at you again.
And fuck, that look alone almost makes heat rush straight between your thighs. “You’re fucking evil,” he mutters, though the amused grin on his face completely ruins the insult.
“Come here,” he says finally, patting one of his thighs with that small, dangerous smile.
He pats his thigh once.
And you obey so fast it almost makes him laugh.
Very obediently.
After that, Sukuna stopped denying it. Mostly because every time you pulled his hair, his body betrayed him before he could even open his mouth.
It became your favorite way to ruin him.
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Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Domestic Fluff, Married Couple, Jealous Sukuna, Soft Sukuna, Teasing, Play Fighting, Embarrassed Sukuna, Yuji is Spoiled Rotten, Family Dynamics, Kissing, Suggestive Themes, Light Sexual Tension, “Good Boy” Allegations, Possessive Sukuna, Sukuna Gets Bullied, Baby Talk, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Comedy, Mildly Suggestive Ending
Synopsis: Sukuna gets jealous of a toddler, gets babied against his will, and accidentally humiliates himself in front of his brother. Yuji enjoys every second of it.
“Who’s my good baby?” you coo, smiling as you hold little Yuji on your lap like he’s still tiny enough to fit in one arm.
“Me!” Yuji shouts immediately, throwing both of his hands into the air with the biggest grin on his face, proud and excited like he’d been waiting for that exact question all day.
You laugh softly. “Yes, you are.”
You attack his cheeks and neck with kisses, holding him so tightly it borders on excessive. Yuji squirms in your arms, giggling uncontrollably as he tries to hide from the kisses behind his tiny hands, his face turning red from laughing so hard.
“Stohooop—!” he squeals between breaths.
“No. Never,” you say dramatically before kissing his forehead again.
From the other side of the couch, Sukuna watches the entire thing with his usual irritated expression, one arm stretched across the backrest while his fingers tap impatiently against the sofa cushion.
For the last thirty minutes, it’s been nothing but you and Yuji laughing, cuddling, talking nonsense, and completely ignoring him.
You were at Jin’s house for dinner while Jin prepared the grill outside in the yard.
Unfortunately for Sukuna, the moment you stepped into the house, all your attention immediately went to Yuji.
“He’s not a baby anymore,” Sukuna mutters dryly, finally interrupting the laughter. “Stop saying that. You’re gonna turn him into even more of a crybaby.”
The room instantly goes quiet.
You slowly turn your head toward your husband with exaggerated shock written all over your face.
Yuji does the same from your lap, eyes wide like Sukuna had just personally insulted his entire bloodline.
“Oh my god,” you gasp softly, pulling Yuji protectively against your chest. “Did you hear what your uncle just said to you?”
Yuji immediately catches on, wrapping his little arms around you and hiding against you dramatically with the saddest pout he can manage.
The two of you are unbelievably dramatic.
“Don’t listen to him,” you whisper to Yuji while glaring at Sukuna. “He’s just jealous and grumpy.”
Yuji peeks over your shoulder toward Sukuna.
“You’ll always be a baby, right?” you ask gently, cupping his cheeks before kissing his forehead.
Yuji nods without hesitation, still pouting for effect before resting his head back against you like he’d just suffered emotional damage.
And honestly? Even if Yuji wasn’t technically a baby anymore—already three years old somehow—you still couldn’t help it.
He was too cute.
Sukuna lets out a sarcastic laugh from across the couch.
“Jealous?” he repeats. “Why the hell would I be jealous of a kid who still can’t even use the bathroom properly?”
You narrow your eyes at your husband, even though you’re clearly fighting back a smile.
“Of course he can’t, you idiot,” you say slowly, emphasizing every word like Sukuna was the dumb one here. “He’s just a baby.”
Yuji immediately bursts into laughter at the word idiot, nearly falling sideways against you.
Sukuna clicks his tongue in annoyance, but you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on the two of you for a second too long.
Because as much as he complains, as much as he rolls his eyes and acts bothered—
he’s been staring at you the entire time.
“Okay, that’s enough, brat. We have to take you back to your dad,” Sukuna says as he finally gets up from the couch, clearly done with being ignored.
The moment he reaches for Yuji, the little boy clings to you even tighter than before.
“No, no, no!” Yuji whines, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck with surprising strength for a three-year-old.
Honestly, you almost laugh.
Sukuna has been sulking for the past half hour just because your attention hasn’t been on him for more than five seconds.
Yuji buries his face against your shoulder dramatically, holding onto you like Sukuna’s trying to drag him into battle instead of across the living room.
You gently rub his back before standing up with him still on your hip.
“I know what your uncle needs, Yuji,” you say thoughtfully, looking down at him.
Sukuna immediately narrows his eyes.
“…What does that mean?”
You don’t answer.
Instead, you walk over to the couch and carefully place Yuji where Sukuna had been sitting seconds ago. Yuji obediently stays there, small hands resting on his lap as he watches you with that soft, curious expression he always has.
Then you sit back down in your original spot and pat the space beside you.
“Come here.”
Sukuna looks at you suspiciously.
“What are you planning—”
“Sit down.”
He clicks his tongue in annoyance, but after a few seconds of staring, he gives in and drops down beside you with a grumble.
The second he does, your arms wrap around him.
Sukuna stiffens immediately as you pull him against your chest, holding him close the exact same way you’d been holding Yuji all afternoon.
“What the hell—”
You cup his face before he can pull away, forcing him to look at you.
“Ohhh,” you coo softly, using the same sweet voice from earlier. “You needed attention too, huh?”
Across from you, Yuji gasps quietly like he’s witnessing something incredible.
“You wanna be spoiled too?” you continue teasingly, pressing kisses all over Sukuna’s face before he can escape. “You need love too, baby?”
“Stop.”
Sukuna tries shoving you away, but it’s weak. Half-hearted.
Because if he actually wanted to get away from you, he would’ve already done it.
Instead, he stays there trapped in your arms while you continue smothering him with affection.
You hug him tighter around the neck, rocking him slightly against your chest just to make it worse.
“Who’s a good boy?” you ask dramatically.
Yuji immediately points at Sukuna from the couch.
“Him!”
You nearly burst out laughing.
“Yes, him,” you say proudly before squishing Sukuna’s cheeks between your hands again. “It’s you, Ryo, isn’t it? You’re the good boy.”
Sukuna’s face twists into a deep frown, though there’s the faintest hint of red creeping across his ears now.
“Let go of me,” he mutters.
“Nooo,” you mimic Yuji’s earlier tone.
Yuji starts laughing so hard he almost falls sideways into the couch cushions.
And somehow, that only makes Sukuna look even more offended.
“You have to say it back too,” you insist, holding Sukuna’s chin between your fingers before glancing over at Yuji. “Just like Yuji does, right?”
Yuji nods enthusiastically from his spot on the couch, completely invested in his uncle’s humiliation.
“Yes!” he chirps happily.
You keep using that unbearably sweet baby voice on purpose, making every word more exaggerated than the last just to irritate Sukuna further.
And judging by the deepening crease between his brows, it’s working perfectly.
“Come on,” you tease. “Say it.”
Sukuna stares at you in silence.
You point dramatically at your lips, pouting slightly. “Tell me you’re a good boy and give me a kiss.”
Yuji gasps like this is the most important moment of his life.
Sukuna finally snaps.
Before you can laugh again, he suddenly grabs both your wrists and pushes you back onto the couch. A surprised yelp leaves your lips as you land awkwardly against the cushions, one leg still hanging off the side of the couch while the other bends underneath you.
Your wrists are pinned beside your head.
Sukuna hovers above you, one knee pressed into the couch between your legs while the other foot stays planted on the floor for balance.
“There,” he mutters darkly. “Happy now?”
Despite the glare he’s giving you, there’s still that faint blush spreading across the tips of his ears.
He leans down to kiss you—
but you immediately turn your head away with a smug grin.
“Nope.”
Sukuna pauses.
“No kiss unless you say it,” you sing teasingly. “That’s what bad boys get.”
Even saying it makes you cringe a little, but the look on Sukuna’s face is absolutely worth it.
“You’re insane if you think I’m saying that shit,” he grumbles, trying again to kiss you.
You dodge him once more, shaking your head dramatically.
“Nope.”
He tries again.
You dodge him with a smug grin.
Sukuna lets out an irritated click of his tongue, growing visibly more annoyed every second you deny him.
Meanwhile, Yuji is sitting there kicking his little feet against the couch cushions, watching the whole thing like live entertainment.
Finally, Sukuna gives up with a long, suffering sigh.
“Fine,” he mutters through gritted teeth. “I’m a… good… boy.”
He says it so quietly it’s almost embarrassing.
Almost.
The second the words leave his mouth, you burst into laughter.
Yuji immediately joins in, laughing just as hard despite probably not fully understanding why anymore.
Sukuna looks genuinely offended.
“Shut up,” he mutters before finally managing to catch your lips in a quick kiss.
Then another.
And another.
Little impatient kisses meant to shut you up more than anything else.
Unfortunately for him, they only make you laugh harder.
“I hope Yuji remembers this forever,” you wheeze, clutching your stomach dramatically from laughing too much.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“You already called yourself a good boy in front of a toddler. It’s over for you.”
Before Sukuna can retaliate, another voice suddenly cuts through the room.
“What the hell are you two doing?”
Everything freezes.
You and Sukuna both turn at the same time toward the doorway.
Jin stands there holding a plate in one hand, staring at the scene in complete disbelief.
Sukuna practically jumps away from you.
“You have Yuji right there,” Jin says slowly, clearly trying to process whatever horrifying thing he just walked into. “Can you save your weird things for literally any other time?”
Yuji waves happily at his dad from the couch.
“Unc Kuna good boy!” he announces proudly.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
You immediately bury your face into the couch cushion to stop yourself from screaming with laughter.
Meanwhile, Sukuna looks genuinely ready to die from humiliation.
The red spreading across his ears quickly travels down his neck.
“Come on, Yuji,” Jin sighs, walking over to pick him up. “Dinner’s ready.”
Yuji raises his arms happily to be carried.
As Jin heads back toward the yard, he gives Sukuna one last judgmental look.
“And I don’t wanna see whatever the hell this is again.”
The second they disappear outside, you lose it completely.
Your laughter fills the room again while Sukuna stands there rubbing a hand down his face in humiliation.
“I can’t believe I said that shit out loud.” he mutters.
You’re still laughing when he suddenly turns toward you.
That embarrassed expression slowly twists into something more dangerous. More mischievous.
Your laughter falters slightly.
Sukuna leans down close enough for his breath to brush against your ear.
“You think this is funny now?” he murmurs.
The low tone of his voice sends a shiver straight down your spine.
“When we get home,” he whispers, “we’ll see now who the good girl is.”
Then, like he hadn’t just threatened your entire existence, he presses a soft, innocent kiss against your cheek.
And walks away.
You stay frozen on the couch in complete shock.
…Maybe you pushed him a little too far.
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a/n: I wanna try writing other characters too but honestly I have no idea if I can actually capture their personalities properly 😭 Sukuna is just… Sukuna. He’s way too easy for me to write because his whole vibe is already loud, chaotic, and unhinged in my brain.
Also I would LOVE to write about true form Sukuna I swear when I think about him I lose all sense of productivity and suddenly I’m just like 😶🌫️ anyway.
BUT I am still learning how to write smut (pls be nice to me 😭) and I feel like adding multiple limbs into the equation does NOT make it easier help—
so yeah I’m trying my best. please be patient with me while I slowly descend into the fanfic writings.
︵ ೀ mdni. being anxious and insecure the fist time sleeping with toji so he has to learn how to be soft ( size difference / tummy bulge / creampie )
toji fushiguro has never felt this helpless in his life.
you’re lying underneath him, completely naked, and instead of the usual heat and hunger, all he sees is anxiety written all over your face. your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, knees pressed together, eyes squeezed shut like you’re bracing for something painful. you want this—you told him you did—but right now you look terrified.
“hey,” he mutters, voice rougher than he means it to be. “you still with me?”
you nod, but it’s tiny. “i… i want to. really. i just—i’m scared i won’t be good enough. you’re so… big. everywhere.”
toji glances down at himself, at his broad chest, thick arms, heavy cock already hard and leaking against his stomach. yeah. he knows. the size difference has never bothered him before, he even kinda liked it, but seeing you this nervous makes something uncomfortable twist in his chest. he isn’t used to this. he’s used to rough, fast, no feelings attached. not this soft, shaky vulnerability.
“shit,” he breathes, running a hand through his hair. he feels clumsy, too big for the moment. “i’m not good at this gentle shit.”
still, he tries. he shifts his weight so he’s not crushing you, lowering himself onto his elbows. one massive hand gently pries your arms away from your chest. “don’t hide from me,” he says, quieter this time. “you’re so beautiful.”
you whimper when his calloused palm cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. he’s trying to be soft, but his hands are rough from years of fighting.
toji leans down and kisses your neck, slow and open-mouthed, hoping it helps. when you finally relax a little, he moves lower, kissing between your breasts, then your stomach. his mouth is hot, a little sloppy, but sincere.
“tell me if it’s too much,” he mumbles against your skin. “i’ll stop. swear.”
when he finally settles between your legs, his cock looks obscene against your smaller frame. thick, heavy, already glistening. you tense again the second you feel the blunt head nudge your entrance.
“breathe,” he says, one hand stroking your thigh. he’s trying so hard to be gentle, but his voice is strained. “i’m not gonna shove it in. not like that.”
he rubs the head up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness. you’re soaked despite the nerves, and that small fact makes him groan low in his throat. still, he goes slow—pushing in just the tip first, jaw clenched tight.
“fuck… you’re tight,” he hisses. his hips twitch, instinct screaming at him to thrust, but he forces himself still. “too much?”
you shake your head, eyes still closed. “keep going… please.”
toji pushes in another inch, then another, cursing under his breath the whole time. every time you whimper he freezes, big hand rubbing clumsy circles on your hip. he feels too big, too rough, too much for someone as anxious as you. but you’re taking him so well, stretching around his thick cock, and it’s driving him crazy.
halfway in, he leans down and presses his forehead to yours. his voice comes out rough but surprisingly soft. “you’re doing good, baby. so fucking good for me.”
when he finally bottoms out, buried to the hilt, you both moan. he stays still for a long moment, letting you adjust, even though his arms are shaking with the effort of holding back.
then he starts moving—slow, shallow thrusts at first, trying not to be too rough. but toji has never been gentle in his life, and it shows. his hips snap a little harder than he means, the slap of skin louder than he wants. every time he catches himself he curses and slows down again, kissing you messily to make up for it.
“sorry—shit, sorry,” he mutters against your lips when he accidentally thrusts too deep. “you feel too good. can’t help it.”
you wrap your arms around his neck, finally opening your eyes. the fear is still there, but so is want. “it’s okay… i like when you’re a little rough.”
that seems to break something in him. toji gathers you against his broad chest, one thick arm sliding under your back to hold you tight. he fucks you like that—deep, steady, still a little clumsy, but wrapped completely around you. every thrust is punctuated with gruff praises and clumsy kisses.
when you finally cum, clenching hard around his cock, toji follows right after with a low groan that vibrates through his chest. the feeling hits him like a punch to the gut.
your walls flutter and squeeze around him so tightly, pulsing in waves as your orgasm crashes through you, and it drags him under with you. his hips stutter once, twice, then slam deep one final time as he spills inside you—thick, hot ropes of his creamy cum flooding your insides for the very first time.
“fuck— that’s it… take it,” he rasps against your ear.
it feels overwhelming. the wet heat of your pussy milking him, the way your body trembles and clenches like it never wants to let him go, the slick sound of his cum already starting to leak out around his thick cock. he’s never felt anything like this before—raw, intimate, almost too much.
every pulse of his release seems to push deeper, filling you until you’re stuffed full of him. toji stays buried to the hilt, hips pressed flush against yours, letting every last drop spill into you. his breath comes in heavy pants against your neck as the intensity slowly ebbs, leaving him shaky and strangely tender.
he’s cum inside plenty of women before, but never like this.
never while holding someone so small and anxious in his arms. never while feeling your heartbeat hammering against his own. never while his rough hands are still gently stroking your back like you might disappear if he stops touching you.
the sensation lingers—warm, wet, intimate—and it makes his cock twitch again even as he softens just a little inside you.
“shit…” he mutters. “you feel that? feel me filling you up?”
he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, still rocking ever so slightly to push his cum deeper, savoring the way your body accepts every bit of him.
for the first time in his life, cumming inside someone doesn’t just feel good.
it feels right.
then his large hand slides down between your bodies. his palm presses firmly against your lower belly, right below your navel. he pushes down gently, feeling the slight bulge of his thick cock still buried deep inside you.
“fuck… can feel myself right here. so deep in you.”
you gasp sharply—you’re still so oversensitive from your orgasm, every nerve raw and sparking. the feeling of his hand pressing down while he’s still inside you makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment. you try to squirm away.
“toji… don’t— it’s embarrassing…”
“no,” he says, firm but surprisingly gentle. his thumb strokes softly over your skin as he looks down at you, eyes dark and intense even in the low light. “look how well you’re taking me. all full of my cum… belly swelling just a little because of me. nothing about this is embarrassing, baby. it’s fucking perfect.”
you whimper, face burning hotter, but your body betrays you by clenching around him again. toji lets out a low, satisfied hum and presses down just a tiny bit more, feeling the shape of himself through your soft stomach.
“yeah… just like that,” he murmurs, voice dropping even lower. “so damn pretty when you’re stuffed full of me.”
then toji rolls onto his back, taking you with him so you’re lying on his massive chest, his cock still nestled warm inside you. the room is quiet except for your slowing breaths. his rough hands, usually so quick to grab and bruise, now move with surprising tenderness. one palm strokes slowly up and down your spine, while the other hand cups the back of your head, thumb brushing gently behind your ear.
he keeps caressing you in long, lazy passes—over your shoulders, down your arms, along the curve of your waist. every touch is careful, almost hesitant, like he’s afraid his calluses might scratch you.
what the hell have you done to him?
he feels clumsy and huge and completely out of his depth, yet he can’t stop touching you. can’t stop wanting to be gentle for you.
“you okay?” he asks.
you nod. “yeah… you were really good to me.”
toji huffs a quiet laugh, but there’s no bite in it. his hand keeps stroking your back in slow circles. “didn’t think i still knew how to be gentle,” he admits, almost to himself. “you’re making me all soft, doll. never thought anyone could do that.”
he pulls the blanket higher around your shoulders and tucks you more securely against him, one thick thigh sliding between yours to keep you close. his fingers continue their gentle exploration—tracing the shell of your ear, the line of your jaw, the delicate skin of your collarbone.
“stay here tonight,” he murmurs, pressing another soft kiss to your hair. “don’t want you going anywhere. not after that.”
you smile against his chest, and toji feels something warm and unfamiliar settle deep in his ribs.
yeah… you’ve ruined him.
and for once, the roughest man alive doesn’t mind being soft at all.
two crazy boys 𓇼 toji x fem!reader fluff fic ꫂ᭪݁ megumi surprises you for mothers day and might have accidentally exposed toji
you were folding laundry, megumi's specifically. he was growing out of his clothes quicker than a tornado. it seemed like he was gonna be taller than toji in no time and the thought scared you.
you wanted your baby to stay a baby.
he was already five, going on six in a few months. toji was teaching him a lot too, good and bad. sometimes he would accidentally curse in front of megumi, which earned him a glare and a happy little boy repeating his words.
you'd ban toji of kisses for the night and he would beg for a lighter punishment.
you folded the last pieces of megumi's clothes and smoothed it out. a light smile lifted on your lips as you thought of the perfect little boy.
you could hear some muffled whispering before the little boy ran inside with his hands before his back.
"mama?" he said softly. a smile appeared on his lips when you turned around and crouched to meet his eyes.
"happy mothers day!" he cheered, holding out a piece of paper and two tea packets.
you laughed, pulling him into a hug and giving him a big kiss on the cheek. after pulling away, you took the piece of paper from his hands. there was a colorful messy drawing on the paper. it was a drawing of your sweet little family.
toji had a straight face while you and megumi were smiling brightly. you laughed at the little detail before looking at the two tea bags in megumi's hands.
"what are these?" you asked while taking them from his hands.
"tea! daddy sold them to me."
you furrowed your brows. "sold them?"
megumi nodded happily. "yes! he sold them for two kisses on the cheek."
you cracked a smile, pulling megumi to your chest. "was it his idea or yours?"
megumi giggled. "daddy's!"
a deep cough interrupted the lovely moment. you looked up with a teasing smile and wiggled your brows.
"asking him for kisses now, are we?"
toji groaned. "well he doesn't have any money."
you laughed softly, holding an arm out for him. he walked over to you, sitting on the floor next to you and megumi. you wrapped your arm around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
you loved your two boys, even if one was too embarrassed to accept it.
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