𝜗𝜚 husband!toji eats you for dinner
your husband, toji slipped into the kitchen while you were cooking dinner, the aroma of warm bubbling food emanating in the quaint kitchen.
he pressed up behind you, chest flush to your back and caging you in against the stove. “what’s cooking?” he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, large hands wrapping around your waist entirely. “curry.” you dip the ladle into the pot to grab a little before leading it to toji’s lips, he gladly sipped the small sample. “tastes nice.”
a few moments passed just so with you gently stirring the curry in the pot and toji hugging you from behind, occasionally placing a soft kiss to your nape or shoulder. until, his kisses began trailing lower..down your back and lower still until he reached the hem of your stupidly tiny shorts.
“t-toji—” you peered over your shoulder to look down at your husband crouched behind you, cheek pressed against your butt, “just having a little something before dinner, ye’ go on.” his hand came up to cup one of your pert cheeks, kneading the supple flesh between his fingers while his other hand rubbed your pussy through the fabric of your flimsy shorts.
“nnh..stop..” your hands trembled as they gripped the ladle, but your legs parted on instinct. toji pulled your shorts down to expose your soaked cunt to the cold air of the kitchen before shoving his head between your thighs.
his nose pressed into your dripping slit, inhaling your sweet musk. “fuck baby, ye’ smell so good..” he sighed, spreading your lips with his two thumbs, gazing at the lewd sheen of your folds and your needy hole clenching for attention.
“so wet already.” he punctuated his words by licking a fat stripe up your sex, feeling your juices melt on his tongue. “shhiittt..” he cursed under his breath, eyes fluttering close to enjoy the taste of you.
you squirmed, knees knocking together as you tried your best to remain upright. toji plunged his tongue inside of you, gulping down your essence on his tongue so greedily.
“the curry..” you tried focusing on the food on the stove, but how were you supposed to do that when your husband was impaling you on his tongue?
his lips sucked on your folds while his tongue curled to mash against your sweet spot and you immediately fell forward, “toji, baby please..” you whined, your whole body trembling.
toji’s chin was shining with your slick, some dripping down onto the kitchen floor. he pulled off your cunt just to mutter, “i’m starving, doll. let me have this.” before diving right back in.
your husband is so annoying!
