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18+ smut, toji fushiguro x fem reader, food play, oral sex
The kitchen smelled like vanilla and sugar, the oven preheating with a low hum as you stirred the wooden spoon through the thick cookie batter. Flour dusted your apron, a smudge of chocolate chips clinging to your fingertip, but your mind wandered to Toji lounging in the living room, his broad frame sprawled on the couch like he owned the damn placeâwhich, as your husband, he pretty much did.
A wicked idea sparked, heat pooling low in your belly. You scooped a dollop of the batter onto your finger and sauntered out, hips swaying just enough to catch his eye.
"Toji," you called, voice laced with playful tease as you approached. He glanced up from his phone, those sharp green eyes narrowing with that predatory glint that always made your thighs clench. "Wanna taste? I made cookie batterâextra sweet, just how you like it."
He smirked, setting the phone aside, legs spreading wider in invitation. "Yeah? Bring it over, doll. Let's see if you outdid yourself this time." His voice was rough, gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed the distance, perching on the edge of the coffee table, but instead of offering your finger, you dipped it back into the bowl you'd carried with you and held it out.
He leaned forward, tongue flicking out to lap at the sticky sweetness, eyes locked on yours the whole time. The sight of his mouthâwide, scarred, devouringâmade your pussy throb with need.
"Mmm, not bad," he rumbled, sucking your finger clean with a deliberate slowness that had you biting your lip. "But I bet it'd taste even better somewhere else." His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, pulling you closer until you tumbled onto his lap, the bowl wobbling precariously.
You laughed, but it turned into a gasp as his free hand palmed your ass through your shorts, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
"Toji, waitâthe batterâ" you started, but he cut you off with a hungry kiss, tongue plunging into your mouth to share the sugary flavor. He tasted like sin and vanilla, his stubble scraping your chin as he devoured you. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips, and he grinned wolfishly.
"Oh, we're using the batter, alright," he growled, snatching the bowl and setting it on the side table. His fingers hooked into your waistband, yanking your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air.
You were already wet, arousal glistening on your folds, but Toji didn't commentâyet. Instead, he shoved his sweatpants down, freeing his thick cock. It sprang up, heavy and veined, the head flushed dark and leaking pre-cum. The sight alone made your mouth water.
"Get on your knees, sweetheart," he ordered, voice dropping an octave, one hand fisting the base of his shaft. You slid off his lap, kneeling between his spread thighs on the living room rug, heart racing.
He scooped a generous glob of batter with his fingersâcreamy, dotted with chipsâand smeared it along his length, starting from the tip and dragging down to coat every inch. The chocolate melted slightly against his hot skin, mixing with the bead of pre-cum at the slit, turning his cock into a decadent treat.
"Fuck, look at that," you whispered, mesmerized, leaning in closer. The scent of sugar mingled with his musky arousal, intoxicating. Toji's hand in your hair, guiding you forward.
"Go on, lick it off. Show me how much you want this dick covered in your mess." His tone was commanding, laced with that cocky edge that made you drip. You didn't hesitate, tongue darting out to trace the underside of his cock, lapping up the sweet batter in long, slow strokes.
It was filthyâsticky sweetness coating your taste buds, the texture smooth against the rigid heat of him. You swirled around the head, sucking gently to draw out more of the mix, his pre-cum adding a salty tang that made you moan.
"That's it, baby," Toji groaned, hips twitching upward as you worked. "Suck that shit off me. Get every drop." His grip tightened, pushing you down further until his cock nudged the back of your throat. You gagged softly but took it, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, tongue flicking relentlessly.
Batter smeared across your lips, chin, dripping onto your chest as you slurped noisily, the wet sounds filling the room. Chocolate chips caught between your teeth, crunching faintly as you savored the obscene flavor.
He watched you with hooded eyes, chest heaving. "Goddamn, you're a messy little slut for this, aren't you? Look at you, face all sticky, pussy probably soaking the floor."
One hand left your hair to reach down, fingers dipping between your legs to confirmâyeah, you were drenched, his touch sliding easily through your slick folds. He rubbed your clit in rough circles, making you whine around his cock, vibrations humming through him.
You pulled back for air, strings of saliva and batter connecting your mouth to his tip. "Toji, it's so good," you panted, voice husky. "Your cock tastes even better like thisâsweet and hard." Emboldened, you grabbed the bowl yourself, scooping more and drizzling it over his balls, watching it trickle down.
Then you dove in, licking broad paths over the heavy sac, sucking one into your mouth while your hand pumped his slick shaft. The batter made everything slippery, your fist gliding effortlessly as you tongued him clean.
"Fuckâyeah, just like that," he hissed, head falling back against the couch. His thighs tensed under your palms, muscles rippling as you lavished attention lower. But he wasn't done directing.
"More, doll. Coat me againâmake it drip." You obeyed, slathering another layer along his length, then took him deep, throat relaxing to swallow half his girth. Your nose brushed his pelvis, batter smudging your cheeks as you deepthroated him, gagging wetly but pushing through. Tears pricked your eyes from the stretch, but the ache in your core only grew, pussy clenching emptily.
Toji's free hand joined yours on his cock, twisting with your strokes as you bobbed. "You're gonna make me cum like this, you know that? Licking my dick clean like a greedy whore." His fingers sped up on your clit, pinching and rolling until you were humping his hand shamelessly, moans muffled around him. The pressure built fastâtoo fastâand you felt him swell in your mouth, veins pulsing.
"Not yet," you gasped, popping off with a wet smack, lips swollen and glossy. You wanted more, needed to draw it out.
Grabbing the bowl, you poured a trail right onto his tip, watching it ooze down before latching on again, sucking hard. Your tongue delved into the slit, teasing out pre-cum mixed with sweetness, while your hand fondled his balls, rolling them gently.
He bucked, a guttural curse escaping. "Shit, womanâkeep that up and I'll paint your throat." But you slowed, teasing now, light licks and kisses along the sides, batter flaking off as you cleaned meticulously.
Toji growled, yanking your head back by the hair. "Enough playing. Suck me properâmake me bust all over that pretty face."
You dove back in with fervor, head bobbing rapidly, throat working around him. The flavors blendedâsweet dough, salty skin, his arousalâdriving you wild.
Your free hand slipped between your own legs, fingers circling your clit as you pleasured him, chasing your own high. Toji's breaths came ragged, hips snapping to fuck your mouth shallowly. "Closeâfuck, so close. Take it, baby."
With a roar, he came, cock jerking as thick ropes of cum erupted, splattering your tongue amid the last smears of batter. You swallowed greedily, milking him dry, but some escaped, dribbling down your chin in pearly streaks mixed with chocolate. He panted, watching you lick your lips clean, satisfaction etched on his face.
"Best fucking taste test ever," he murmured, pulling you up for a messy kiss, tasting himself on you. His cock twitched against your thigh, already half-hard again. "Now, let's bake those cookiesâthen you can ride me while they cool."
But you weren't done yet, pushing him back and straddling his lap, the bowl tipped to drizzle the remaining batter over his chest. "My turn to lick," you whispered, bending to trace his scars with your tongue, the night far from over.
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