❛𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲❜
𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔— fushiguro toji x f!reader
𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆— jujutsu kaisen
𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎— one-shot
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆— nsfw
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— lactation, mentions of pregnancy and baby, reader is a mama, masterbation, nipple play, toji drinks breast milk, creampie, vaginal penetration, degradation, biting, reader kinda (?) scratches his back, squirting, toji drinks your fluid.
𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔— we’re gonna ignore how i wrote for day 3 before day 2. i promise i’ll finish it soon 😩
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕— 0.8k
being a new mother was hard, ontop of being a good wife for your husband, toji fushiguro. you had just put your newborn down for a nap, toji was out attending to his job. you finally had time to yourself, which as a new mother wasn’t something you often found.
your favourite room had become the laundry room. it was quite, warm and pleasuring. “fuck, fuck, fu-“ your moans came to a stop and you whimpered, your orgasm denied. you opened your eyes. there was no way the load had finished already-oh. the machine had been turned off.
in front of you stood your husband. he gazed down at you with hard, green eyes. in the depths of his emerald eyes swirled an emotion you weren’t unfamiliar with. it was, after all, how you got pregnant the first time. you gulped, looking up at his form that towered over you.
“you’re home early.” you smiled up at him, your cunt fluttering in need. tojis eyes travelled from your smile, down towards your breasts. you had chose not to wear a bra, you were just going to be in the house all day. around both of your nipples, the shirt had dampened.
toji didn’t respond, instead he began to undo his belt that held his cargo pants on his waist. you whimpered, unconsciously spreading your naked lower half. his cock was hard, and you began to wonder how long he had been watching you. his hands grasped the bottom of your white t-shirt, ripping it over your head harshly.
toji wasted no time, his hand gripped the bottom of his dick, lining it up with your dripping cunt. “oh fuck,” your cunt gripped him tightly, not allowing him to slip in as quickly as he pleased. he grunted, forcing his way through your right walls until he had bottomed out.
“such a naughty whore, getting off to the washing machine while i’m at work.” he growled, kissing his way up your stomach until he got to your hardened, leaking nipples. his tongue flattened, licking all of the milk his tongue could find. his dick twitching inside as he cleaned your breasts. you whined, your voice high pitch, as he softly nibbled on your nipple. his other hand, toying with the opposite breast. he began to thrust, slow but deep, sucking your breasts dry. his hands squeeze your breasts, as if it would help the flow of milk. he finally comes up for air, hands moving down to the back of your thighs. your hands reach, locking behind the nape of his neck. he lifts you with ease, moving so your back is now against the wall.
you grind forward, meeting each of his perfected strokes, your juices soaking his cock. “so wet, hm?” he groans into the nape of your neck. he runs his tongue over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, before biting down. your hips falter in their bucking momentum, a loud mewl leaving your lips.
“yes, yes, all for you.” you whine, tangling your fingers in his raven locks. the squelching noise echoing throughout the laundry room is so obscene. the smell of sex, strong in the room as your husband plows up into you. the pull of his heavy, stiff cock inside of you earns a string of endless moans from your plump lips.
“did the washing machine make you feel this good, little one?” he continued his assault on your neck.
“hmf, no.” you mewled, pulling his hair as your toes curled. “you make me- make- make me feel s’ good!” your thighs begin to shake, tightening around his hips.
“yeah? you gonna cream on my dick? let me fuck you till you’re so dumb you only remember my name?”
“yes! please, toji!” but he pulls out, and you whine, he has you grinding against his abdomen searching for a release. he laughs darkly, lowering you to the floor.
“such a needy lil thing, you are. don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he lifts your legs over his shoulder, fucking into you like there’s no tommorow. that warmth that had begun to form just minutes earlier, rebuilt at a faster pace. your eyes rolling into the back of your head, claws sinking into your husbands muscular shoulders. your breathing picked up, your whines hitching in your throat.
“toji! pleasepleaseplease-“ you wailed, your orgasm approaching fast. “i’m gonna, ‘m gonna!” you weren’t able to warn him as your body went limp under him, tongue sticking out as your body trembled uncontrollably. your clear liquid splashed all over him and yourself, pooling on the tiled flooring.
“fuck.” he grunted, his strokes not faltering at his advancing high. “that was so fucking hot.” his balls slapped harshly against your ass. “shittttt” he came with a long groan, burring his cock as deep as your cunt would allow him, his seed painting your gummy walls white.
he removed his soft cock from your warmth, taking in the sight of your exhausted body. “someone’s gotta clean this up.” he leaned down, slurping up your juices. you watched through lidded eyes as he went as far to slurp your liquids from the floor. “you taste so good, little one.”
