-> just trust them when they ask you to sit on their face
ft. toji, gojo, geto, choso, sukuna, higuruma.
cw. mdni. explicit content, established relationship, face riding, tongue fucking, nose riding (higuruma), praise kink, dirty talk, overstimulation.
toji’s sprawled out on the bed like he owns the damn thing, shirtless, that dingy white tank tossed somewhere on the floor hours ago. his murky dark hair’s a mess from your fingers earlier, scarred lip curled in that lazy, shit-eating smirk while he palms his fat cock through his sweats. the room still smells like the two of you—sweat, cum, that cheap cologne he wears that always sticks to your skin for days. you’re straddling his thighs already, panties soaked and sticking to your puffy cunt, thinking he’s about to yank you down and split you open again like he always does.
you bite your lip, already rocking your hips a little, thinking fuck yeah—ride him reverse cowgirl so he can watch that ass bounce like he loves. your hands slide up his chest, nails dragging over the hard ridges of his abs. “yeah? you want me to ride you, baby?”
toji’s smirk widens, dangerous. he doesn’t grab your hips like usual. instead he taps two thick fingers against his own mouth—those scarred lips, the one with that sexy little slit right in the middle—and tilts his head back against the pillow. “nah. sit on it. right here.”
your brain short-circuits for a second. you freeze, thighs squeezing around his waist like you can hide how your pussy just clenched hard enough to leak fresh slick down your inner thigh. “toji… you mean—on your face?”
he chuckles, deep and nasty, the sound vibrating through his chest. “what the fuck else would i mean, dumbass? c’mere. sit that pretty pussy on my tongue and let me eat.”
heat floods your face so fast it burns. you shake your head quick, trying to scoot back off his lap even though your cunt is throbbing at the idea. “no. no way. that’s—that’s too embarrassing, toji. i can’t just—sit on your face like that. what if i suffocate you or—or it’s too much or—”
he cuts you off with a rough palm sliding up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave fingerprints. “too embarrassing?” his voice drops, mocking. “after i’ve had you bent over the kitchen counter with my tongue in your ass? after you’ve squirted all over my face twice this week already? c’mon, babygirl. don’t get shy on me now.”
you whine, hiding your face in your hands, but your hips twitch anyway, betraying you. his fingers keep stroking higher, teasing the soaked crotch of your panties, pressing the fabric right against your swollen clit until you gasp. “toji… i dunno…”
“yeah you do.” he yanks you forward by the hips, manhandling you up his body until your knees are planted on either side of his head. the mattress dips under your weight. you’re hovering now, thighs trembling, that dripping cunt inches above his mouth. his breath is hot against your panties, making you shiver. “look at her. already fuckin’ drooling for me. you really gonna make me beg, huh?”
you peek down through your fingers. toji’s staring up at you like a starving man, green eyes dark, tongue sliding slow and deliberate over that scarred lip. the sight makes your stomach flip and your pussy clench so hard you feel it in your toes. “i… i don’t wanna hurt you—”
he laughs again, the sound pure filth. “hurt me? princess, i want you to fuckin’ smother me. i want this sloppy little cunt grinding all over my face till i can’t breathe. now sit. before i drag you down myself.”
you hesitate one more second—heart hammering, face burning, pussy absolutely weeping—then slowly lower yourself. the second your soaked panties brush his mouth, toji groans like you just fed him heaven. he hooks two fingers in the crotch and yanks them to the side, exposing your puffy, glistening folds completely.
“fuuuck, there she is,” he growls, hot breath fanning over your clit. “look at that pretty pussy. all puffy and drippy just from me talkin’ dirty. c’mere, baby—sit.”
you sink the rest of the way down.
his tongue is on you instantly—thick, hot, and filthy. he drags it slow and flat from your leaking hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, lapping up every drop of slick like he’s been dying for it. the scar on his lip catches on your sensitive flesh and you jolt, a broken “ah—!” ripping out of you.
he doesn’t give you time to adjust. both huge hands grip your ass cheeks and spread you wide open, thumbs digging into the soft meat so he can bury his face deeper. his nose grinds right against your clit while his tongue fucks into your cunt—wet, obscene slurping sounds filling the room as he eats you like a man possessed. loud, messy, starving. sluuuurp—sluuuurp—sluuuurp.
your hands fly to the headboard for balance, thighs shaking so bad you almost collapse. “oh my god—fuck—your tongue—!”
toji hums against your pussy, the vibration shooting straight to your core. he pulls back just enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right on your clit, then sucks it back in with your juices, lips wrapping around the swollen nub and suckling hard. your eyes roll back. your hips twitch involuntarily, grinding down harder.
“that’s it,” he mumbles into your cunt, voice muffled and wet. “ride my fuckin’ face, pretty girl. use me. grind that sloppy pussy all over my tongue like the nasty little thing you are.”
embarrassment burns in your chest but the pleasure is so much louder. you start moving—slow at first, rolling your hips in tiny circles, smearing your slick all over his mouth, his nose, his chin. every time you drag your clit over that scar it feels like lightning. toji’s groaning nonstop now, the sound vibrating through your folds, making your walls flutter.
“f-fuck—feels so good—your mouth—ahh—!” you whine, voice cracking.
he spanks your ass hard, the sharp smack echoing. “louder. i wanna hear how good i’m eating this pussy. c’mon—ride me proper.”
your hips snap down harder, grinding with purpose now, fucking yourself on his tongue like it’s his cock. the wet, filthy sounds get louder—schlick-schlick-schlick—your juices and his spit dripping down his chin, soaking the sheets under his head. toji’s tongue is everywhere: spearing deep into your hole, curling against that spongy spot inside you, flicking your clit in rapid little strokes, then sucking it back into his mouth so hard your toes curl.
“toji—shit—i’m—i’m gonna—!”
he growls, the sound animalistic, and shoves his tongue even deeper, nose buried so tight against your clit you see stars. one hand leaves your ass to reach up and pinch your nipple through your tank top, twisting just right. the other hand stays glued to your ass, guiding you, forcing you to ride his face faster, messier.
your thighs are trembling violently now. you’re not even pretending to be quiet anymore—loud, shameless moans and whimpers pouring out of you while you hump his face like a bitch in heat. “toji—fuck—your tongue feels so fucking good—don’t stop—please don’t stop—!”
he answers by sucking your clit harder, tongue lashing side to side, spit and slick absolutely everywhere. it’s dripping down his neck, coating his stubble, making the most obscene wet noises you’ve ever heard. your pussy is clenching, fluttering, gushing. you can feel it building—hot, intense, almost scary.
“gonna—gonna cum—gonna cum on your face—!”
toji moans loud and deep, the vibration pushing you straight over the edge.
your whole body locks up, thighs clamping around his head like a vice as you grind down hard, riding out the orgasm on his tongue. your cunt spasms, squirting clear slick all over his mouth, his chin, his neck—messy, filthy, soaking him completely. you’re screaming his name, head thrown back, hips jerking wildly while he keeps licking and sucking and drinking every drop like he’s dying of thirst.
“mngh—fuck—yes—good girl—keep fuckin’ cumming—give it all to me—!”
you don’t stop. the orgasm rolls into another one almost immediately because he doesn’t let up—tongue still buried deep, lips suctioned around your clit, sucking through the aftershocks until you’re sobbing and shaking and trying to lift off because it’s too much.
toji yanks you right back down with both hands, burying his face even deeper.
“where the fuck you goin’? i ain’t done. sit. keep ridin’ this tongue till i say so.”
you whimper, broken and overwhelmed, but your hips start moving again—slow, sloppy rolls at first, then faster as the pleasure builds right back up. your second orgasm hits even harder, pussy gushing all over his face again while you ride him like you’re trying to break his neck.
toji’s groaning nonstop now, the sound pure sex, his cock twitching untouched against his abs, leaking all over his stomach. he’s rock hard just from eating you, from the way you’re smothering him, from the way your thighs are shaking around his ears.
“that’s my nasty girl,” he growls between long, filthy licks. “look at you—ridin’ my face like you were born for it. pussy so fuckin’ wet it’s drippin’ down my throat. you love this, don’t you? love smotherin’ your man with this greedy little cunt.”
you can’t even speak anymore—just broken moans and whimpers and his name over and over while you grind and ride and cum again, soaking his face completely. your juices are everywhere—shiny on his cheeks, dripping from his chin, matting his hair. he looks wrecked. he looks fucking gorgeous.
toji finally pulls back just enough to gasp for air, lips swollen and glistening, scar shiny with your cum. he grins up at you, eyes half-lidded and feral.
“good fuckin’ girl. now keep that arch—i’m still starved.”
and he dives right back in, tongue spearing deep, sucking your clit like he wants to pull another orgasm out of you before you even catch your breath.
you’re not getting off this face anytime soon.
you’re straddling gojo’s lap on the massive couch in his penthouse, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him like nothing matters but the ache between your thighs. you’ve been horny all damn day—wet since morning, panties ruined from just thinking about him, and now he’s home, blindfold off, those insane blue eyes glowing with that cocky, knowing smirk while his big hands rest on your hips. your skirt’s already hiked up, slick soaking through the thin fabric of your panties and smearing against the bulge in his pants.
“satoru… please,” you whimper, grinding down on him slow and needy, voice all breathy and desperate. “help me out. i’m so fucking wet it hurts.”
gojo chuckles low, that rich, teasing sound that always makes your pussy flutter. he tilts his head, white hair messy from your fingers earlier, lips curved in that infuriatingly hot way. “sit on it then.”
you blink, heart skipping. your hips stutter against him. “i what?”
he licks his lips—slow, deliberate, that pretty pink tongue dragging over them like he’s already tasting you. his eyes drop to your soaked crotch, then back up, darker now, pupils blown wide. “sit on it, baby. right on my tongue. c’mon… don’t make me wait when that pretty pussy’s crying for me.”
fuck. the words hit you like a spark straight to your clit. heat floods your face but it only makes you wetter—slick gushing fresh between your folds, panties clinging obscenely. you’re hornier than you’ve ever been, thighs trembling around his waist as you stare at that perfect mouth. “satoru…”
“yeah?” he grins, hands sliding up under your skirt to squeeze your ass, spreading your cheeks a little like he’s already imagining it. “you heard me. sit on my face and ride it till you can’t think straight. i want that sloppy cunt smothering me.”
you don’t even hesitate anymore. you shove him back against the couch cushions, climbing higher, knees sinking into the soft leather on either side of his head. gojo’s already licking his lips again, eyes locked on your dripping core like it’s his favorite meal. you hook your fingers in your panties and yank them to the side, exposing your puffy, glistening pussy—swollen clit peeking out, folds shiny and messy with arousal.
“fuck… look at her,” he groans, voice dropping into that husky register that makes your stomach flip. “so fucking pretty and wet. all for me.”
you lower yourself slowly at first, hovering just above his mouth, teasing. his hot breath fans over your sensitive flesh and you shiver hard. then his hands grip your ass tight and pull you down.
the second your cunt meets his tongue, you both moan.
gojo doesn’t start gentle—he never does. his thick tongue drags flat and heavy from your leaking hole all the way up to your throbbing clit in one long, filthy stripe, collecting every drop of your slick like he’s starving. “mmph—fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he mumbles right against your pussy, the vibration shooting sparks up your spine.
“ah—satoru—!” your hands fly to the back of the couch for balance as he dives in deeper. his lips seal around your clit and suck, tongue flicking fast and nasty against the swollen nub while his nose presses into your mound. loud, wet slurping sounds fill the room instantly—obscene, messy schlick-schlurp-schlurp as he eats you like a man who’s been denied for weeks.
your thighs shake. you can’t help it—you start grinding, rolling your hips in slow circles, smearing your juices all over his mouth, his chin, the tip of his nose. gojo groans loud and deep, the sound muffled between your legs but vibrating straight through your core. his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out, curling against that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back.
“oh my god—your tongue—fuck, it’s so deep—” you whine, voice cracking as pleasure crashes over you. you’re riding his face now, properly, hips moving faster, ass bouncing lightly with every roll. his hands knead your cheeks, spreading you wider so he can bury himself even deeper, tongue thrusting harder, lips sucking noisily on your clit.
he’s rock hard underneath you. you can feel his massive cock straining against his pants, twitching and throbbing every time you grind down and moan his name. gojo’s groaning nonstop now—deep, guttural sounds that get louder the messier you get. your slick is everywhere: dripping down his chin, coating his cheeks, soaking into the collar of his shirt. the wet sounds are filthy, pornographic—your pussy squelching against his tongue, his lips smacking loudly as he devours you.
“satoru—shit—feels so fucking good—!” you cry out, leaning forward, one hand tangling in his snowy hair as you ride him harder. your clit drags over that perfect tongue over and over, the pressure building fast and intense. he’s sucking on it now, alternating between hard pulls and rapid flicks that make your toes curl and your vision blur.
gojo pulls back just enough to gasp, lips shiny and swollen, strings of your arousal connecting his mouth to your cunt. “that’s it, baby—ride my tongue. fuck my face like you mean it,” he pants, voice wrecked. then he dives back in, tongue spearing deep again, groaning so loud it sends fresh vibrations through your walls. “mmph—go faster. c’mon, pretty girl… you can do better than that.”
you whimper at the teasing edge in his voice, the way he’s challenging you even while buried in your pussy. it makes you feral. your hips snap down harder, grinding faster, riding his tongue with shameless abandon. ass bouncing, thighs flexing, you’re fully using his face now—smothering him, drowning him in wet heat. every roll of your hips makes his cock jump visibly in his pants, pre-cum staining the front as he gets off just from how nasty you’re being.
“faster? like this—?” you gasp, voice high and broken, grinding down in quick, filthy circles. your clit catches on his tongue with every movement, pleasure spiking sharper, hotter. gojo’s hands slap your ass hard—once, twice—encouraging you, urging you on.
“yeah—fuck yeah, just like that,” he growls against your folds, the words slurred and wet. “grind that greedy little clit on me. make a mess all over my face, baby. i want you dripping down my throat.”
you’re losing it. the pleasure is overwhelming—intense, blinding. your pussy clenches around his thrusting tongue, gushing fresh slick that he eagerly drinks down with loud, greedy slurps. you’re riding him like you’re trying to cum on his face in record time, moans turning into broken sobs as the coil tightens unbearably.
“satoru—i’m—i’m gonna cum—fuck—!”
he moans loud and filthy in response, sucking your clit hard between his lips while his tongue lashes wildly. one hand slides up to pinch your nipple through your top, twisting just right, while the other keeps your ass pressed down so you can’t escape the onslaught.
you shatter with a scream.
your thighs clamp around his head as the orgasm rips through you, pussy spasming hard, squirting clear slick all over his tongue, his face, his hair. you keep riding through it—hips jerking, grinding, prolonging the high while gojo drinks every drop, groaning like he’s the one cumming. his cock is throbbing violently now, straining painfully against his zipper, leaking steadily.
even as you’re shaking and whimpering from oversensitivity, he keeps licking—slow, deep strokes through your fluttering folds, cleaning you up while teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. “good girl… but you’re not done yet,” he mumbles, voice thick with your cum. “keep riding. i want another one. faster this time, baby—show me how bad you need it.”
you’re panting, thighs trembling uncontrollably, but the heat in your belly is already building again. you look down at him—his face a complete mess, lips puffy and glistening, eyes half-lidded and glowing with pure lust—and something inside you snaps.
you start riding again. harder. faster. wilder.
your ass bounces on his face with wet, filthy smacks, clit dragging relentlessly over his tongue as you chase the next high. gojo’s groaning constantly now, the vibrations pushing you closer, his cock so hard it looks like it might rip through his pants. every time you slam down, he thrusts his tongue deeper, sucking noisily, encouraging you with muffled praises and filthy commands.
“that’s my nasty fucking girlfriend—use my face. faster—c’mon, grind it. make me choke on this pretty pussy.”
you do. you ride his tongue like it’s the only thing you were made for—moaning, sobbing, soaking him completely while another orgasm builds fast and brutal. the pleasure is so intense it borders on painful, every nerve singing, your whole body trembling as you hurtle toward the edge again.
gojo’s hands grip your hips tight, helping you move, forcing you down harder as he groans and laps and sucks like he’ll never get enough.
not until you’ve cum all over his face at least two more times… and maybe until that throbbing cock finally gets its turn.
geto’s got you spread out on the bed, knees bent and thighs parted wide, his long black hair tied back messily so nothing gets in the way. he’s been kissing down your stomach, tongue tracing lazy circles around your navel while his fingers tease the soaked seam of your panties. you’re already dripping—embarrassingly wet, the fabric clinging to your puffy folds like a second skin. his dark eyes flick up to yours, that calm, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss right over your clothed clit.
“been thinking about eating this pretty pussy all day,” he murmurs, voice low and smooth like velvet dipped in sin. “let me taste you, princess. spread those legs wider and i’ll make you feel good.”
your cheeks burn hot. you bite your lip, fingers twisting in the sheets as another shy little gush of slick leaks out of you. you’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks—sitting on his face, smothering him with your cunt—but saying it out loud feels filthy. still… the ache between your thighs wins.
“suguru…” you whisper, voice barely above a breath, thighs trembling. “can i… can i sit on your face instead?”
geto’s eyes darken instantly, a hungry glint flashing through them. his smirk widens, slow and dangerous, as he licks his lips like he can already taste you. “fuck yes. c’mere, baby. sit on it. i want you to use my tongue.”
he flips onto his back in one smooth motion, tugging you up his body until your knees are planted on either side of his head. the position makes you feel so exposed—hovering over his handsome face, panties pushed to the side, your glistening pussy right above his mouth. you lower yourself carefully, just enough for his hot breath to fan over your folds, but you’re still holding back, thighs tense, not putting your full weight down.
geto notices immediately.
his big hands slide up the backs of your thighs and grip your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. “what’s wrong, hm? scared to sit properly?” he teases, voice muffled slightly as he presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh. “don’t hover, sweetheart. i want this sloppy little cunt smothering me.”
you whimper, embarrassed but so turned on it hurts. you sink a little lower, letting your slick folds brush his lips, but you’re still not fully seated. geto growls softly, the sound vibrating against your pussy and making you jolt.
both hands clamp hard on your hips and pull you flush against his mouth—no mercy, no warning. your soaked cunt presses fully onto his face, clit grinding against his nose, pussy lips spreading obscenely over his mouth and chin. the sudden full contact rips a broken moan from your throat.
geto’s tongue is relentless—thick, hot, and filthy. he drags it slow and heavy from your leaking hole all the way up to your swollen clit, lapping up every drop of your arousal with loud, greedy slurps. sluuuurp—sluuuurp—sluuuurp. the wet, messy sounds echo obscenely in the room as he eats you like a starving man. his lips seal around your clit and suck hard, tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive nub while his nose grinds perfect circles into your mound.
the pleasure doubles—triples—hits you like a freight train now that you’re fully seated. no more hovering, no holding back. your weight is completely on his face, smothering him in wet heat, and he fucking loves it. his groans vibrate straight through your core, deep and guttural, making your walls flutter wildly.
“f-fuck—suguru—your mouth—oh my god—” you cry out, hands flying to the headboard as your hips twitch involuntarily. the new angle has his tongue spearing deeper, fucking into your tight hole while his upper lip rubs perfectly against your clit. every tiny movement of your hips drags your pussy all over his face—smearing slick across his cheeks, his chin, the bridge of his nose.
geto moans loudly against your cunt, the vibration making your eyes roll back. “that’s it—sit all the way down, baby. good girl. fuck my face like you mean it.” his words are slurred, wet, barely intelligible because his mouth is buried so deep in your pussy, but they make you clench hard around his thrusting tongue.
you start moving—shy little rolls at first, then bolder, grinding your clit against his tongue with more pressure. the pleasure is insane. every drag of your hips sends sparks shooting up your spine. your juices are pouring out of you, coating his entire lower face, dripping down his neck and soaking the sheets under his head. the wet, filthy schlick-schlick-schlick of your pussy riding his tongue fills the room, mixing with your broken moans and his constant, hungry groans.
“suguru—hah—feels so fucking good—!” you sob, thighs trembling violently around his head. you’re riding him properly now, ass bouncing lightly as you grind down harder, chasing that delicious friction. his hands stay glued to your hips, guiding you, forcing you to take every inch of pleasure he’s giving.
he sucks your clit between his lips again, tongue lashing side to side so fast your vision whites out. then he pulls back just enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right onto your pussy before diving back in, making everything even sloppier. strings of your slick and his spit connect his mouth to your cunt every time you lift slightly, only for him to yank you back down and bury his tongue deeper.
“look at you,” he growls between long, obscene licks, voice wrecked and dripping with lust. “riding my face so fucking pretty. your pussy’s so greedy—sucking on my tongue like it wants my cock. you love smothering me with this wet little cunt, don’t you?”
you whimper pathetically, nodding even though he can’t see it, hips moving faster, grinding harder. “yes—yes—love it—love sitting on your face—suguru—!”
the pleasure builds unbearably fast. your pussy is clenching, fluttering, gushing all over his tongue. geto’s cock is rock hard in his pants, straining painfully against the fabric, twitching every time you moan his name and smear more slick across his face. he’s throbbing just from eating you, from the way your thighs squeeze his head, from how completely you’re using him.
you’re losing control—riding his tongue like a desperate slut, ass bouncing, clit dragging relentlessly over that perfect mouth. every downward grind makes his nose bump your clit just right, every thrust of his tongue hits that spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars.
“gonna—gonna cum—suguru—fuck—!” you scream, voice cracking.
geto doesn’t let up. he sucks your clit harder, tongue fucking into you faster, hands forcing your hips down so you’re completely seated as the orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.
your thighs clamp tight around his head as you cum hard, pussy spasming violently on his tongue. clear slick squirts out of you, flooding his mouth, soaking his face, dripping down his chin in messy rivulets. you keep riding through it—hips jerking wildly, grinding your pulsing cunt all over his tongue while broken sobs and his name pour from your lips.
geto drinks every drop, moaning loudly like your cum is the best thing he’s ever tasted. “mmph—good girl—give it all to me—fuck, you’re soaking me—!”
even after the peak, he doesn’t stop. his tongue keeps licking you through the aftershocks—slow, deep, filthy strokes that prolong the pleasure until you’re shaking and whimpering, oversensitive and desperate. you try to lift off but his hands yank you right back down.
“where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs against your dripping folds, lips brushing your swollen clit with every word. “i’m not done eating. sit back down, baby. ride me again. i want you to cum until you can’t remember your own name.”
you’re panting, thighs quivering uncontrollably, but the heat in your belly is already flaring back up. you look down at him—his face completely wrecked, lips puffy and shiny, chin and cheeks glistening with your cum, dark eyes burning with raw hunger—and something inside you snaps.
you start riding again. harder this time. filthier.
your ass bounces on his face with wet, lewd smacks, pussy grinding desperately against his tongue as you chase another orgasm. geto’s groans grow louder, more feral, his cock leaking steadily in his pants as he devours you like he’ll never get enough.
“that’s my nasty fucking girlfriend,” he growls, voice thick with your juices. “use my face. smother me. make a mess all over me, princess.”
and you do—riding his tongue until you’re sobbing, squirting again, thighs locked around his head while wave after wave of blinding pleasure tears through you. geto keeps you seated the entire time, hands gripping your ass, tongue working you mercilessly, determined to pull every last drop of pleasure from your body.
you’re not getting off his face anytime soon.
and with how good it feels, you never want to.
choso’s been acting weird all evening—fidgeting, avoiding your eyes, cheeks dusted with that rare pink flush that only appears when he’s overthinking something filthy. you’re both on the bed, you in just an oversized shirt and panties, him shirtless with those dark tattoos stark against his pale skin, hair tied back messily. he’s been kissing you slow and deep for the last twenty minutes, hands roaming your thighs but never quite going where you want them. you can feel how hard he is, thick cock straining against his sweats, but he’s holding back.
“choso… baby, what’s wrong?” you murmur against his lips, cupping his flushed face. “you’ve been acting shy. talk to me.”
he swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing, eyes darting away. his voice comes out low, almost mumbled. “i… i want to taste you. really bad. been thinking about it all day but…” he trails off, ears burning red. asking to eat you out already embarrasses him half to death—asking you to sit on his face? that feels impossible for him right now.
you tilt your head, heart softening even as your pussy throbs at his words. you can read him so easily. the way his hands keep gripping your hips, pulling you closer but then hesitating, the way his gaze keeps dropping to your thighs like he’s imagining them wrapped around his head.
you smirk softly, deciding to help your sweet, embarrassed boyfriend. “you want me to sit on your face, choso?”
his eyes snap to yours, wide and shocked, cheeks flaring darker. he nods once, jerky and shy, barely able to speak. “y-yeah… if you want to. please.”
fuck, he’s adorable when he’s like this. you kiss him deep, then climb up his body, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head. you hover at first, panties already soaked through, the scent of your arousal making his nostrils flare. choso’s hands tremble as they rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin like he’s scared to pull you down.
“you sure?” you whisper, still a little shy yourself but dripping at the thought.
“please,” he breathes, voice hoarse. “i need it. need to feel you on me.”
you hook your fingers in your panties and slide them to the side, exposing your glistening, puffy cunt. slowly, you lower yourself.
the moment your wet folds meet his mouth, choso lets out a broken, muffled groan that vibrates straight through your core. his tongue comes out hesitant at first—soft, exploratory licks along your slit, tasting your slick like it’s something sacred. but the second he gets a proper taste, something in him snaps.
his hands clamp down hard on your hips and yank you fully onto his face.
“mmph—!” you gasp sharply as your entire weight settles on him, your soaked pussy smothering his mouth and nose completely. no more hovering. you’re sitting. fully. his tongue immediately drags thick and heavy through your folds, lapping up every drop with sudden, starving intensity.
choso eats you like a man who’s been dying of thirst. his tongue is long, hot, and surprisingly skilled for how shy he usually is. he licks broad, messy stripes from your leaking hole up to your swollen clit, then circles the sensitive nub with tight, precise flicks that make your thighs quake instantly. loud, wet slurping sounds fill the room—obscene, filthy sluuuurp-sluuurp-sluuuurp as he devours you without shame now that he’s finally got you where he wants.
“choso—oh my god—!” your voice cracks, hands flailing because you don’t know what the fuck to do with them. they land on the headboard, then fist in his hair, then scramble at your own thighs, trembling violently. your whole body is shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, hips twitching uncontrollably as you grind down on his face.
he moans loudly against your cunt, the deep vibration making your eyes roll back. “mmph—taste so good—fuck, baby—” his words are slurred, barely coherent because his mouth is buried so deep in your pussy, but the raw need in his voice makes you gush fresh slick all over his tongue.
you’re losing it. your arms don’t know where to go—one hand ends up gripping his hair tight, the other slapping against the wall for balance as your hips start rolling on their own. you’re riding his face now, grinding your dripping cunt against his tongue in desperate circles, ass bouncing lightly with every movement. choso’s groans grow louder, more desperate, his cock twitching wildly in his sweats, leaking pre-cum in a steady stream.
the pleasure is blinding. every drag of your clit over his tongue sends electricity shooting up your spine. his nose grinds perfectly against your mound while his tongue spears deep into your hole, fucking in and out with wet, squelching thrusts. your juices are everywhere—coating his chin, his cheeks, dripping down his neck and soaking the pillow beneath his head. the mess is filthy, and choso only pulls you down harder, like he wants to drown in it.
“hah—choso—your tongue—fuck, it’s so deep—!” you sob, thighs clamping around his head as another wave of pleasure crashes over you. you’re trembling so hard you can barely stay upright, arms shaking, legs quivering uncontrollably. you don’t know what to do with yourself—every nerve is on fire, pleasure so intense it almost hurts.
choso’s hands knead your ass roughly, spreading your cheeks wider so he can bury his face even deeper. he sucks your clit between his lips with a wet pop, tongue lashing rapidly against it while he moans like he’s the one getting fucked. the vibrations, the suction, the way his scar-laced lips rub against your folds—it’s too much. your pussy clenches hard, gushing all over his mouth.
“gonna—gonna cum—choso—!” you cry out, voice breaking into a high-pitched whine.
he doesn’t stop. if anything, he gets more intense—sucking harder, tongue moving faster, hands forcing your hips to grind down on him exactly how he wants. you shatter with a scream, thighs locking around his head as your orgasm rips through you like lightning. clear slick squirts onto his tongue, flooding his mouth, dripping messily down his chin while you ride his face through every pulse and spasm.
choso drinks it all greedily, groaning deep and satisfied, tongue still working you through the aftershocks. but he doesn’t let you recover. his grip stays iron-tight, keeping you seated firmly on his face as he continues licking—slow, filthy strokes through your fluttering folds, then back to devouring your oversensitive clit.
you’re a trembling, whimpering mess above him. your arms give out and you have to lean forward, forearms braced on the headboard, forehead pressed against it as your hips keep moving on their own. “too much—choso—fuck—i can’t—ahh—!” but even as you say it, you’re grinding harder, chasing more of that devastating pleasure.
he pulls back just enough to gasp, lips shiny and swollen, face completely wrecked with your cum. his voice is hoarse, wrecked, but full of pure adoration. “don’t stop… please. sit harder. use me. i want more—need to feel you cum again.”
then he yanks you back down and dives in even hungrier.
the second round is brutal. choso’s tongue fucks into you relentlessly, curling against that perfect spongy spot while his upper lip grinds against your clit. you’re riding him like you’ve lost your mind—hips snapping, ass bouncing with wet, lewd smacks against his face, pussy smearing slick everywhere. your arms flail again, one hand tangling painfully in his hair, the other reaching back to grip his wrist for some kind of anchor while your whole body trembles violently.
pleasure stacks on pleasure until you’re sobbing, tears pricking your eyes from how good it feels. another orgasm crashes into you without warning, even stronger than the first. you gush all over his face again, thighs shaking so hard they feel like they might give out, broken cries of his name spilling from your lips as you grind through the high.
choso moans like he’s in heaven, cock throbbing untouched and leaking steadily, completely lost in the taste and feel of you. he keeps you seated the entire time, refusing to let you up even as you whimper from overstimulation.
“one more,” he mumbles against your dripping cunt, voice thick with your juices. “please, baby… sit on it. let me make you feel even better.”
you’re a trembling wreck—arms useless, body shaking, mind blank from pleasure—but you keep riding. grinding. smothering your sweet, embarrassed boyfriend with your soaked pussy while he devours you like he’ll never get enough.
choso stays buried between your thighs for what feels like hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re completely spent, slumped forward and twitching, unable to do anything but moan and tremble on his face.
and even then, he keeps licking softly, gently cleaning you up with long, loving strokes of his tongue, like he could stay there forever.
you’re straddling sukuna’s broad chest in the middle of his massive bed, the silk sheets already twisted beneath you both. he’s lounging back against the pillows like a king on his throne—four arms lazily draped around your waist and thighs, crimson eyes half-lidded with bored amusement as he watches you squirm. you’ve been dripping down your thighs for the last ten minutes just from his low, mocking teasing, but you finally gather the courage to ask.
“sukuna… baby,” you whisper sweetly, cheeks burning as you trace one finger over the black tattoos on his chest. “can i sit on your face? please?”
a low, dangerous chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest. one of his large hands squeezes your ass possessively. “oh? the little wife wants to smother her husband with that greedy cunt?” his smirk is sharp, fangs glinting. “how bold. go on then. sit. i’m curious how long you’ll last before you’re crying and begging.”
he doesn’t wait for you to overthink it. two of his hands grip your hips and yank you forward, the other two spreading your thighs wider as he pulls you right over his face. you barely have time to hook your soaked panties to the side before your dripping pussy is hovering above his mouth.
sukuna’s tongue—long, thick, and inhumanly skilled—slides out first. he drags the flat of it slowly up your slit, tasting you with a deep, satisfied groan. “mmh… already this fucking wet for me? pathetic.”
your full weight settles onto his face in one rough pull, your soaked folds spreading obscenely over his mouth and nose. the sudden, complete contact rips a loud moan from your throat.
his tongue is everywhere at once.
long and flexible, it spears deep into your leaking hole, fucking in and out with wet, filthy thrusts while the tip curls perfectly against that spongy spot inside you. at the same time, the upper part of his tongue flicks and swirls around your swollen clit like he’s french kissing it—slow, sloppy, open-mouthed sucks followed by rapid, sinful strokes that make your eyes roll back instantly.
“f-fuuuck—!” your hands slap against the headboard, thighs already trembling violently around his head.
sukuna growls against your cunt, the deep vibration shooting straight to your core. he eats you like he owns you—because he does. loud, messy, obscene sounds fill the room: wet slurping, filthy schlick-schlurp-sluuuuurp as he devours every drop of your slick. his lips seal around your clit and suck hard, tongue lashing against it in ways that make your toes curl and your back arch.
you try to hover just a little, overwhelmed by how intense it feels, but sukuna snarls in disapproval.
two massive hands clamp down on your hips like iron and force you down harder—smothering him completely with your dripping pussy. your clit grinds right against his tongue as he practically makes out with it, sucking and licking and flicking in perfect, devastating rhythm.
“don’t you dare hover, brat,” he growls right into your cunt, the words muffled and wet. “sit. all the way. i want to feel this sloppy little pussy drowning me.”
you sob, pleasure crashing over you in heavy waves. your hips start moving on their own—small, shy rolls at first—until sukuna’s hands take full control. he forces your hips to grind faster, harder, guiding you in quick, filthy circles that drag your clit relentlessly over his tongue.
“that’s it—fuck my face properly, wife. use that greedy cunt on your king’s tongue.”
the pleasure doubles—triples. his long tongue thrusts deep inside you while his lips suck viciously on your clit, the dual sensation making your vision blur. you’re riding his face now, ass bouncing, thighs shaking uncontrollably as slick pours out of you in messy rivulets. it coats his chin, his cheeks, drips down his neck and onto the sheets. the wet sounds are pornographic—your pussy squelching loudly against his mouth with every forced grind.
“sukuna—oh my god—your tongue— it’s so deep—hah—!” you cry out, voice cracking into a broken whine.
he laughs darkly against your folds, the sound sending fresh vibrations through your core. one of his hands leaves your hip just long enough to slap your ass hard—once, twice—before forcing you down even harder. his tongue curls inside you, stroking that perfect spot over and over while he french kisses your clit like it’s his favorite meal. sucking, licking, swirling, flicking—overwhelming you completely.
your arms flail. you don’t know where to put them—one fists in his pink hair, the other braces against the headboard as your whole body trembles violently. the pleasure is too much, too intense, building frighteningly fast.
“gonna—gonna cum—sukuna—please—!”
he doesn’t slow down. if anything, he forces your hips to move faster, slamming you down onto his tongue with brutal strength. his mouth suctions hard around your clit, tongue lashing wildly, and you shatter with a scream.
your orgasm crashes through you like lightning. your thighs lock around his head as your pussy spasms violently, gushing clear slick all over his tongue and face. you keep grinding through it—forced by his strong hands—riding out every pulse while sobbing his name. sukuna drinks it all greedily, moaning loud and deep like your cum is ambrosia, never once stopping his assault.
even as you’re twitching and whimpering from oversensitivity, he yanks you back down and keeps going. his tongue fucks into your fluttering hole mercilessly, sucking on your swollen clit until fresh tears spill down your cheeks.
“again,” he demands, voice thick with your juices. “cum again, brat. i want to feel you break on my tongue.”
his hands force your hips into a brutal rhythm—fast, deep grinds that make your ass bounce lewdly against his face. the wet slapping sounds mix with your desperate cries and his constant, hungry groans. your clit is throbbing, overstimulated and hypersensitive, but the pleasure keeps building anyway, sharper and hotter than before.
you’re a trembling, sobbing mess above him—arms shaking, legs quivering uncontrollably, body completely overwhelmed by the relentless assault of his long, skilled tongue. he’s practically making love to your pussy with his mouth, french kissing your clit like he’s trying to ruin you for anything else.
“sukuna—too much—i can’t—ahhh—!”
“you can,” he snarls, slapping your ass again before forcing you down harder. “and you will. ride my fucking face until you squirt all over your king like the desperate little wife you are.”
another orgasm rips through you without mercy. you scream, body convulsing as you gush hard onto his tongue, soaking his face completely. your hips jerk wildly in his iron grip, grinding and twitching as wave after wave crashes over you.
sukuna keeps you pinned, tongue still working you through it—slow, filthy licks mixed with hard sucks—until you’re almost limp. then he starts again. faster. rougher.
he forces your hips into short, rapid bounces, making your soaked pussy slap wetly against his mouth while his tongue spears deep with every downward thrust. the overstimulation has you seeing stars, babbling incoherently, tears streaming down your face as pleasure borders on pain.
“look at you,” he mocks between long, sloppy licks, voice dripping with arrogance and lust. “crying and shaking just from sitting on my face. pathetic. but you love it, don’t you? love drowning your husband in this messy cunt.”
you can only whimper and nod, too overwhelmed to speak properly. your third orgasm hits even harder, ripping another broken scream from your throat as you squirt all over his tongue again, body trembling violently in his grasp.
sukuna finally slows just enough to let you breathe, but his tongue still lazily laps at your dripping folds, cleaning up every drop while you slump forward, forearms braced on the headboard, panting and twitching.
his crimson eyes gleam up at you from between your thighs, face completely wrecked—lips swollen, chin and cheeks shiny with your cum, hair messy from your desperate tugging.
“cute,” he purrs, voice low and dangerous. “but i’m nowhere near done with you, wife.”
two hands pull you back down firmly as his long tongue slides back inside you, already curling for more.
“keep sitting. we’re going to see just how many times i can make you break tonight.”
and with that, he forces your hips to start moving again—fast, relentless, overwhelming—until the only thing left in your mind is his name and the devastating pleasure of his tongue.
hiromi’s been between your thighs for the better part of an hour already—kissing, licking, sucking marks into the soft skin—but tonight he’s different. slower. more deliberate. his dark hair is tousled, tie long discarded, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open over that lean, toned chest. those sharp, tired eyes are fixed on your soaked pussy like it’s the most fascinating case he’s ever studied.
you’re straddling his chest, heart hammering, when he finally speaks.
“i want you to sit on my face.”
his voice is low, a little rough, that usual calm courtroom tone now thick with hunger. your breath catches. you’ve always loved his nose—big, prominent, perfectly shaped—and the filthy little daydreams you’ve had about it… but hearing him actually ask makes your cunt clench hard.
“h-hiromi… are you sure?” you whisper, cheeks burning even as fresh slick drips down your folds.
he wets his lips slowly, eyes never leaving your glistening pussy. “very sure. come here. all the way.”
you crawl up his body on shaky knees, hovering over his face. he stares. long. shamelessly. his hands slide up your thighs and grip the backs of them, thumbs pressing into the crease where your legs meet your ass. then he uses two fingers to spread your puffy cunt lips wide open, exposing every pink, dripping inch of you.
you think for a second he’s just inspecting you—those intense lawyer eyes studying your most intimate place like he’s memorizing evidence—until he leans in and drags his tongue in one long, obscene stripe from your leaking hole all the way up to your clit.
“oh—fuck—!” you gasp, hands flying to the headboard.
hiromi groans deeply, the sound vibrating straight through your core. “so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “look at how wet you are… dripping all over my face already.”
his long tongue spears deep into your entrance, fucking in and out with slow, deliberate strokes while his stretched fingers keep your lips spread obscenely wide. the wet, filthy sounds are instant—loud, sloppy schlick-schlurp-sluuuuurp as he eats you from below like a man savoring a fine meal. every thrust of his tongue reaches deeper than you thought possible, curling and stroking along your walls, coaxing more slick to gush onto his chin.
you swear you see heaven.
your thighs start trembling violently. the stretch of his fingers holding you open, the way his tongue fucks into you so thoroughly, the heat of his breath—it’s overwhelming in the best way. “hiromi—oh my god—your tongue—hah—!”
he hums in response, the vibration making your eyes roll back. then he pulls his tongue out and licks a slow, filthy stripe all the way up your slit again—obscenely slow, dragging every drop of your arousal back into his mouth. and that’s when it happens.
his big, perfect nose accidentally brushes right against your swollen clit.
electricity shoots up your spine. your hips jerk hard.
“ah—!” the sound that rips out of you is broken and needy. you can’t help it—you grind down instinctively, chasing that perfect pressure.
hiromi’s eyes flick up to yours, dark and burning. a low, satisfied chuckle vibrates against your cunt. “there it is,” he murmurs, voice muffled. “use it, baby. ride my face.”
he doesn’t give you time to hesitate.
his hands grip your hips firmly and pull you down harder, forcing your full weight onto his face. your soaked pussy smothers him completely—clit grinding directly against the bridge of that big nose while his tongue continues its relentless assault on your entrance. he licks you like he’s trying to map every inch, long strokes mixed with quick flicks, sucking noisily on your folds before diving back inside.
you lose control instantly.
your hips start rolling—slow and experimental at first, then faster, needier. every grind drags your throbbing clit over his nose while his tongue fucks deep into your cunt. the sensation is devastating. the firm cartilage of his nose provides the perfect, unrelenting pressure against your clit while his hot, wet tongue spears and curls inside you.
“hiromi—fuck—your nose—oh my fucking god—!” you sob, voice cracking as pleasure crashes over you in heavy waves.
the sounds are filthy. wet. obscene. your slick coats his entire face—shiny on his cheeks, dripping down the sides of his nose, soaking his chin and the sheets beneath his head. every roll of your hips makes a lewd schlick-schlick-schlick against his mouth and nose. hiromi is groaning constantly now, deep, hungry sounds that vibrate through your pussy and push you closer to the edge.
he keeps your lips spread with his fingers, tongue thrusting faster, nose grinding perfectly against your clit with every desperate circle of your hips. you’re riding his face like you were made for it—ass bouncing lightly, thighs flexing, hands gripping the headboard so tight your knuckles turn white.
“that’s it, sweetheart,” he growls into your cunt, the words slurred and wet. “ride my nose. fuck my tongue. make a mess all over me.”
your hips snap faster, grinding harder, using every inch of his face. the pressure on your clit is constant, perfect, driving you insane. his tongue curls against that spongy spot inside you over and over while his nose rubs tight little circles on your swollen nub. pleasure stacks brutally fast—hot, intense, blinding.
your whole body starts shaking. legs trembling uncontrollably around his head, arms quivering, moans turning into broken sobs.
“hiromi—i’m—i’m gonna—fuck—!”
he doesn’t slow down. if anything, he pulls you down even harder, burying his face completely in your pussy. his tongue fucks you faster, nose grinding relentlessly against your clit until you shatter with a scream.
your orgasm hits like a freight train.
thighs clamping around his head, hips jerking wildly as your cunt spasms hard on his tongue. clear slick squirts out of you, flooding his mouth, soaking his nose and chin in messy rivulets. you keep riding through it—grinding, twitching, sobbing his name while wave after wave of blinding pleasure tears through your body.
hiromi moans loudly, drinking every drop like he’s dying for it. “good girl—give it all to me—fuck, you’re soaking me—!”
even after the peak, he doesn’t stop.
his tongue keeps licking through your fluttering walls, long, slow, obscene strokes while his nose continues brushing and nudging your oversensitive clit. you’re a trembling, whimpering wreck above him, but he keeps you seated firmly, forcing you to take every last bit of pleasure.
“again,” he murmurs against your dripping folds, voice thick with your cum. “ride me again, baby. i want to feel you cum on my nose until you can’t think straight.”
you’re still shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking your eyes, but you obey. your hips start moving once more—slower at first, then building back up to those desperate, filthy grinds. the overstimulation makes everything sharper, hotter. every drag of your clit over his big nose sends sparks exploding behind your eyelids.
hiromi’s hands stay locked on your hips, guiding you, encouraging you to use him completely. his groans grow louder, more desperate, his cock straining painfully hard in his slacks, twitching every time you moan and gush on his face.
you ride him through another orgasm—then another—each one more intense than the last. your pussy is a sloppy, twitching mess, juices coating his entire face, dripping down his neck. you’re babbling, crying, thighs locked around his head as you grind your clit desperately against that perfect nose while his tongue fucks you senseless.
“hiromi—too much—fuck—your nose feels so good—i can’t—ahhh—!”
he answers by sucking your clit between his lips, nose pressing harder, tongue curling deep inside you until you squirt again—harder this time—shaking and sobbing above him like you’ve truly seen heaven.
only when you’re slumped forward, forehead pressed to the headboard, body twitching uncontrollably, does he finally ease up. his tongue gives you one last long, slow, loving lick from entrance to clit, collecting every drop, before he gently kisses your swollen folds.
his voice is hoarse, wrecked, but full of dark satisfaction when he speaks.
“my perfect girl… look at the mess you made on my face.”
you glance down through blurry eyes—his handsome face is absolutely drenched, lips swollen, that big nose shiny with your cum, hair messy from your desperate grinding.
he smirks, eyes gleaming with hunger that says he’s nowhere near done.
“now… sit back down. i’m still thirsty.”
and he pulls you right back onto his face, ready to ruin you all over again.
