☆ Gojo Is So Big That You Have To Go Slow With Taking Him Otherwise He Will Break You. And He Loves

cws; smut, rough s*x, mentions sq**rting, milkman cliché, namecalling, sum back scratching, this is goofy asf LOL 🐥

Milkman!Gojo who doesn't just 'dick you down'; he fucks you into the 4th dimension. His strokes are actually insane. You can't keep up with him and he's laughing about it because up until now it's been you who's the horniest — the lonely single hottie flirting obnoxiously with the way too fuckable milkman. Shit, it was you who begged him to fuck you dumb in the first place. He's jus' delivering! One second he's giving you milk and the next he's stripping his uniform off and letting his cock spring out to give you... well, more milk?!

Locking you into the nastiest mating press you've ever endured, milkman!Gojo's slamming into your sensitive pussy so hard and fast at the perfect angle that you're actually scared of your orgasm — how he works it out of you with such violent thrusts that you hiccough and feel like you're about to cry. He just gives it to you without mercy, no breaks no bullshit he is dicking you the fuck downnn

"Holy shit! Nng! Fuck! Don't you fucking stop!" you squeal, clawing desperately at his back and leaving raw red lines, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Ahhh ummm I'm gonna c-cum?! Nnn!! I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming on your cock... I... um... shit, I-I'm ahh cumming...!"

His dick has you stressing out — like actually. Your pussy's under pressure like she's taking a big dick exam. Each inch he packs into your spasming cunt is changing your world perspective. Did you squirt? You can't tell. But you came without touching your clit for like, the first time, which is insane to you. His cum is pumping into you and he's shuddering, calling you a slutty bitch or whatever other foul names — with affection, you know, he's a charming guy. And he's left you with a charming creampie to ooze out your abused cunt.

He's stifling laughter once he's done filling you up with his milk, sliding his cock out with a nasty squelchy pop! and he's asking if you're okay after literally ruining you; you can't move a single muscle, you can only "bask" in the afterglow which feels more like an aftershock because that orgasm was some high-level earthquake shit.

"What the fuck... I need t-t-to lay here and think about life for a bit..."

He's howling with laughter, "Damn, did I fuck your brains out or what?"

"Nah, shut up with ya bullshit — your dick is insane, no wonder you can't keep a girlfriend. Like, there's dicking down and then there's whatever that was — plowing me into the fourth fucking dimension... don't laugh!"

So now after that, you call your milkman up whenever you need "insane 4th dimension dicking down" and he snickers, ready to deliver — knocking at your door and waiting to cum inside.

Your boyfriend loved playing with your pussy. And, no, not in a sexual way.

You were cuddling, your back resting against his chest while his tired eyes were fixed on the TV after a long day. Your legs were spread and his big hands were subconsciously roaming lazily over your relaxed body, down, down until he reached the waistband of your pretty panties. You glanced down at his hand when he slid it under your underwear, meeting your soft pussy lips.

You looked up at him when he started rubbing and pinching your folds only to see your almost sleepy boyfriend staring at the TV, very drawn into the show. He didn't even look at you, not even a slight flinch. Because, well, he was too damn relaxed, watching TV while playing with your pussy because he loved how soft and puffy it was.

You whimpered lowly, turning your attention back to the TV while he kept molding your pretty pussy.

A few minutes later, you started squirming when he accidentally rubbed your little bud, making you leak.

And, without noticing, he slid his thick fingers down to your sappy cunt, rubbing small circles over it before moving them back to your clit, making it throb.

You bit your lip, lifting your hips against his hand, meanwhile he chuckled softly at the forgotten TV show in the background.

He kept playing with your clit and cunt until you were all soaked, holding back your moans when your clit started throbbing deliciously against his fingers while you orgasmed.

Finally, he looked down at you, noticing his very flushed and lustful little girlfriend. Then, his eyes moved down to his hand, sliding it out of your panties. His fingers were sticky, soaked with your arousal.

Are we seeing this zayne girlies?!

AND THE BUSINESS PROPOSAL SCENE ?!

Sorry I moaned when we were cuddling you made me feel safe and happy and it made me wet

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (literally just bro fucking you in a mating press but sweetly lmao)

“hold these for me.”

satoru’s body weight presses into you, folding at your knees. shaky hands wrap around the underside of your thighs, pulling them flush to your chest.

“that’s it, just like that,” he smiles through the praise. “you’re doing so good for me, so, so good.”

everything in your body feels hot, despite the brisk morning air making its way into your bedroom. maybe it’s your own blood pumping faster with each erratic beat, maybe it’s the sweat collecting in the space between you, maybe it’s the way he now hits deeper at this new angle until all you can do is take it. your heart struggles to contract when you feel him in your lungs.

“you feel fucking incredible, you’re divine, you’re everything.”

satoru was always a talker, but you don’t mind his voice. it keeps you grounded, it reminds you not to let go. the grip on your legs tightens.

little cries of “oh fuck” or “so good” leave his lips, warm words landing in your ears.

you can tell he’s getting close by the way they lose their shape, morphing into incoherent whines.

and of course, by the way his hips stutter.

at this point he’s rutting into you, paceless and greedy. his hands find purchase on any part of your skin he can grab, as if he could pull you into him and keep you there, as if he could possibly go any deeper.

your legs are starting to burn, stretched to their limits, but you pull harder, inviting him in. deeper, and deeper, and deeper. you can’t help the moans slipping from your throat with each thrust, and he swallows them with a grin.

hair tickles your cheek when he buries himself into your neck.

he doesn’t have to announce anything beyond the soft whispers of “i love you” muttered into your skin - his cock twitching inside you is enough. as he fills you, warmth spreads through your body, blanketed under him.

your legs relax and sink into the bed, your now-free hands cradling him. one traces up his spine, the other running through his hair. he melts into you, a fluid in the shape of satoru.

your lips rest on his forehead, his skin warm.

a/n: i promise i’ll write long things again ckdkckdkckdkdk i’m working on nnn it will be done soon i promise i promise i promise

contents: dilf!toji, fem reader, heavily implied age gap, he calls you sweetheart and kid, you call him sir, one use of daddy, size kink, breeding kink, creampies, squirting, slight degradation, praise, body worship, toji is a tit man, i'm sorry i am ovulating ok!! minors and ageless blogs do not interact wc: 1.9k

If your friends knew you were fucking the single dad who lives in the apartment next to yours, you’d never hear the end of it. 

But it’s not your fault. 

Toji is nice. He fixed your car for you once, when he found you outside of your building, panicking about how you were going to get to class in time. And then there was the one time when he helped you get your new table inside your apartment. You even watch his kid for him sometimes, when he gets a late shift at his job. 

He calls you sweetheart. You like it, though it made your friend cringe when she heard it after you coincidentally ran into him in the hallway. 

“He calls you that? That’s so old-school. Don’t you feel sorta uncomfortable?”

But you could never feel uncomfortable around Toji. Not when he fixes your leaking sink and offers to give you a ride to university whenever the roads are too slippery during wintertime.

“The roads aren’t safe,” he’ll mutter, eyeing your little Toyota Aigo.

“Did you even remember to get the tyres changed for winter?” he adds, and you’ll shake your head, feeling embarrassed.

No worries though, because Toji will drive you to class and neither of you will comment on the hand on your thigh during the ride. Maybe he has time to go get your tyres changed on the weekend. 

And you definitely do not feel uncomfortable when he knocks on your door one evening and tells you with a smirk that Megumi is sleeping over at some friend's place. So he has time to take a look at that flickery lamp you mentioned last week. 

“Thank you,” 

Your eyes are lidded, your cheeks stained with tears, and your hair is a mess. “Thank you, thank you, fuck, thank–”

Toji chuckles and leans down to press a wet kiss to your cheek, spit and tears mixing as he rests an elbow on each side of your head, caging you in underneath him. If anyone were to walk into your bedroom, they would only see Toji’s broad back and his hips pistoning into yours. You doubt they’d be able to see you, apart from your legs dangling over his shoulders. 

“You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart,” he rasps, his face mere inches from yours as he watches you carefully, taking in your knitted brows and the way your jaw falls open, as a lewd, borderline pornographic moan leaves you each time he bottoms out. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

His eyes travel down, watching the way your tits bounce with each thrust. He didn’t bother taking your tank top all the way off, only pulling it right above your tits so he could watch them in all their glory. He played with them earlier, till they were overly sensitive and soaked in spit. 

“Your tits are a sight for sore fucking eyes,” he mutters, giving you a particularly hard thrust just to watch your back arch and your body jolt. Your cunt squeezes around him, and his eyes flicker to yours, a grin stretching on his lips. “You like that, kid? Like when I praise you?” he asks. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip and whine, all pretty and pouty, hating when he reminds you of how inexperienced you are compared to him. 

“I’m not a kid,” you mutter, and Toji scoffs in amusement. His eyes travel down again, this time all the way to where your bodies connect. He watches himself disappear in and out, enjoying the little bulge in your abdomen. 

“I’m so deep, aren’t I?” he says, and his tone is as teasing as ever. 

You huff. Toji isn’t just deep—the tip of his ridiculously large cock is practically bullying your cervix, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through your body. You’re so terribly wet that there’s a puddle of slick running down your ass and creating a wet spot underneath you. A white ring has formed around the base of Toji’s cock, sticking to you both when he bottoms out, and Toji can’t help himself when he brings a hand down to press on your stomach while his other arm wraps underneath your waist, forcing you to arch into him. 

“That’s it,” he praises as he feels you grow impossibly tight, his cock now abusing your sweet spot as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. The sounds that leave you are obscene. It’s all babbled nonsense, praises and thank you’s and fuck, sir, feels so good, fucking me so good, thank you, thank you, oh my god—

Your sweaty bodies stick together, the back of your thighs pressing against Toji’s stomach as you go mute, your jaw going slack in a silent scream. Toji pulls back slightly so he can look at you, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your arms, once again settling with an elbow on each side of your head while his hands hold your arms above your head. 

“Good”, thrust “fucking,” thrust “girl,” Toji says through gritted teeth. He keeps eye contact as best as possible (at least when your pupils aren’t disappearing in the back of your skull) while he completely rearranges your guts, stretching you thin around his thick length. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?” 

You can’t reply. At this point, you’re just taking whatever he’s giving you, your toes curling and your legs slightly shaking. 

“You think I can’t hear?” he asks, slapping your cheek lightly, bringing you somewhat back to earth. “Think I can’t hear when you bring those loser college boys home?”

“I might be old, but I’m not deaf, sweetheart,”

You mewl. You know the walls are thin. It doesn’t make it better that the wall your bed is up against is connected to Toji’s bedroom on the other side. You didn’t think he’d hear.

Or maybe some secret perverted part of you hoped he did. 

“I’ve heard the way you moan when they fuck you,” he says, and at this point his thrusts are punishing as he snaps his hips into yours, pressing your bodies together, and making the headboard bang into the wall. The very wall that keeps your bedrooms separated. “Tell me if I’m wrong, kid, but you sound much more fucked out right now.”

He wants to say that you sound more genuine as well. But that would mean he’d have to admit to lying awake at night, listening to your pathetic, little moans as some sweaty, hormonal boy laid on top of you. He hates the way he’s imagined countless times how you sound when you’re drowned in pleasure. How it would be to fuck you dumb.

How it is you sound right now. 

But his imagination could never live up to the real thing. Not in a million years. Your moans are like music to his ears, clouding up his thoughts and making his dick hurt with how hard he is.

“What is it you always say,” Toji muses, leaning down and nipping at your earlobe. “Harder, fuck me harder,” he repeats, and you let out a wretched sob, trashing underneath him as you feel the buildup in your abdomen, while simultaneously feeling embarrassed that he heard all that.

“Say it for me, kid,” Toji breathes in the scent of your hair, waiting.

“Harder,” you gasp, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as your toes curl. “Fuck me harder, please, sir, I want to come.”

Toji groans, and you feel his dick twitch inside you. He grabs the back of your head and makes you look at the way he bullies his thick cock inside your cunt. 

“You see that,” he asks, both of you fixated on the sinful sight. “Taking my dick like the perfect little cocksleeve,”

“Gonna come,” you gasp, digging your nails into his biceps as you grab him for leverage. The headboard bangs against the wall louder. You’re bound to get complaints from your other neighbors, though you can’t bring yourself to care. 

Your orgasm builds and builds and builds, and you try to get away from the immense pleasure, and Toji’s punishing cock, but you’re inevitably brought to the edge when he thumbs your clit. 

You spray him soon after, squirting all over his abdomen as you reach heaven. Black dots cloud your vision, and you cry out, hitting his shoulders when he keeps fucking you. 

“You’re perfect,” 

Toji whistles, and his hips stutter at how tight you get. You’re practically begging for a creampie at this point, but luckily Toji isn’t stingy, as he buries himself deep inside you and shoots copious amounts of cum, painting your insides white. You almost come again at the feeling, though you’re ready to pass out, fully content with the proper dicking down you just received. 

You grab him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you, daddy,” you hum. There isn’t a single intelligent thought running through your head other than how good Toji is to you. Toji huffs at the slip of a new nickname, though he doesn't complain. He makes a mental note in the back of his head, to ask you about it later. Megumi probably wouldn’t mind a little sibling if you want it so bad. 

He pulls out, though he’s still hard, and watches his cum spill out of you. It’s a lovely sight really, and he can’t help but consider a second round, unable to deny the fact that it would only be right to fuck his cum right back into you. 

Just for good measure.

Naive girls like you deserve to be creampied. You practically beg for it, honestly, with your tempting body and your pretty sparkly eyes, always looking at him like he has the answer to everything. It’s only right to stuff you full and fuck your brains out, Toji reasons, as he rubs the head of his cock on your clit. 

He slips in again, ignoring your tiny protest when he begins to grind his hips into yours. You moan and grab his hair, running your fingers through dark locks and kissing the scar on his lips. 

“Kiss me, please,” you mutter, and Toji obliges, pressing his lips to yours properly this time, sucking on your tongue, and fucking you slow and nice. You moan and gasp and whine. It all sounds so very pretty that it makes Toji’s teeth ache with how lovely you are. 

“Feel good, kid?” Toji asks, and you nod, moaning into his ear and sucking on his neck. 

“Feels so good. Mmmh, love your cock so much, sir,” you babble, pushing your hips up to meet his pace. 

“Pretty baby just needed a real man,” Toji chuckles. “You’ve been craving a proper cock, haven’t you? Probably got so tired of bringing home useless college dude after college dude.”

You whine at the thought, nodding your head. 

“Pretty girls like you need real men, though. You deserved to be fucked like a whore.”

You let your head fall back as a second orgasm unexpectedly rips through you. 

"Fuck!” you yell as your body convulses and your thighs shake. You tense up, and Toji continues to fuck you, though it’s not long before he comes again and fills you up once more.

You giggle. Especially when he puts your panties on again and you feel them get cum-soaked immediately. He helps you pee (though he tells you to not waste any of his cum), and then there’s cuddles and food and water and shitty movies on your computer in your bed. 

And if you suck his dick later, letting him grab your head and fuck your throat as a proper thank you for all he does, then you can’t really be blamed.

After all, it is common decency to return favours. <33

first fic for toji, oh em gee!! i need him bad, guys, i need him carnally, i need him in every position possible, i need him night, morning, and day i need him NOWWW

thank you for reading >:D please reblog and comment to support your writers!!

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☆ cw. fem! reader, switch choso, cunnīlingus, praise, messy eating, pussy-drunk choso, fīngering, spīt, mdni.

choso who drools the second he sees your pussy for the first time.

spreading your legs apart into a deadly ‘v’ was nearly just enough to send him over the edge. no panties, just a dangerously slick drippin’ cunt right before his very eyes. “s- she’s so wet,” he’d gruff out, wide bronzed irises staring straight up close. a greedy thumb of choso’s slopes its way down your slobbering-coated slit that instantly soaks his fingerprint with sticky sap. you could hear choso thickly swallow as his middle finger greets itself, dragging a line down your slavering pussy. only about a tiny portion of his digits eased its way inside but you already felt each bottoming inside.

“f… fuuuck,” the lump in his throat tightens the moment you paw a hand near the top of his head. his usual ponytails were all ruffled and shaggy. tears of muggy sweat pour near the corners of his forehead before he deeply sighs. a low sigh, a sigh of hunger, a sigh of utter crave. once he spots your cheeky grin through glassy peripherals, choso can’t help but swirl his thumb around your clit - creating a shape of a heart with the pad of his plump digit. oh- your pussy already had him in love. “so pretty. ‘s like a flower, baby.”

“don’t be shy,” you’d whisper in an airy voice, almost choking from your own quickened breaths. as your tummy cowardly tucks inward from the gaping exhales you were holding in, you spread your puffy folds apart with two twinned fingers before humming. “give it a ‘lil kiss choso. it’s okay.”

“mhm,” he grumbles, inching his perfectly parted lips against your heat. choso could already feel his mouth watering once the smell aerated against both of his nostrils. he was salivating already, thirsting for just a single taste.

it was just the way you slowly spread your pretty lower lips wide, giving him a nice long-lasting show of your pulsating clit right before his very eyes. “you’re pretty but even prettier down here, god-,” he’d groan through gritted teeth. pressing his lips against your leaky entrance, strings of clear saliva glosses on his mouth and it’s oh-so sensuous.

it even makes choso moan the second he hears the wet ‘mwah’ stamp against your inner folds.

he’s heavily drooling now, and once you feel his two bare hands softly claw at each curving point of your hips - you see that feral look in his eyes.

“jus’ lie back baby,” and needy irises flicker back up toward you as he speaks. after getting a single lick - a mere kiss of your cunt, he’s hungry for more. “let me have a-” and he pauses, giving your cunt another sloppy kiss. “—taste . . pleeease.”

once he’s buried between your legs, there’s no prying him off.

choso’s blindly enamored by your rich flavor, especially allured by the strong aroma that makes his hips ferociously buck against the edge of the bed.

with a brief sniff, he then starts to smear the buttony tip of his nose up and down your sloppy cunt. you’re moaning with a hand still propped in his hair, twitching digits tangling through his overgrown jet-black locks. “f- fuck, suck on it choso. like that- mnhg- move your tongue there.”

“mmf- okay,” and his plump lips suffocate right against your tender peered nub. a tongue tickles its way against the spongy texture and he feels your thighs squeeze around him. it’s cute.

inky lashes flapped, tickling at your skin as you writhed from the swirling movements of letters ‘n shapes all created from his tongue.

frantically, it goes in various curious directions, and you could feel choso’s raspy breaths fan against your cunt. his puckered lips curve into an oval-like ‘o’ before he starts to french-kiss all over your sappy entrance.

it’s messy - then again so was he..

choso’s repetitive strained whimpers competed with each wet slosh after slosh that sobbed down from between your pudgy folds.

glittery colorless gloss coats his lips naturally and you watch as his thin brows twist into a needy furrow. “haven’t . . eaten all day, ‘s jus’ what i- hah, needed,” he starts to ramble, and you moan once the bridge of his scarred nose zigzags its way down your drooling slot.

the entire bridge gets coated with your slick - and he only wants more.

choso’s starting to thrust his hips against the edge of the bed faster, and it’s a loud grunt that creaks from the splitting aged wood.

he’s hips were maddened - his lengthy tongue that was runnin’ circles around your pulsating clit was enough to get him off.

and you did because you hear the sweetened “o- oh fuck,” scurry away from his lips the exact second he feels it.

his boner . . it happily introduces itself by prodding at the middle tent of his fleecy briefs. choso hisses with his teeth lovingly nipping at your pussy, slurping up his saliva that dribbles past the corners of his mouth.

it’s slickly sheeny - a perfect streaming coat that falls between the indenting cracks of his reddened lips.

as your fingers remain tangled through his matted strands, you start to move his head against your cunt - guiding him to eat you in a more nasty fashion.

with one hand, you’re making choso’s head rock between your legs as your tummy heaves inward once more. slowly, you even start to sensually sway your hips against his mouth.

glancing down with a heavy sigh escaping from your lungs, you spot choso. not just him but the pussy-drunk grin that’s lewdly stretching at each side of his lips. “mmmh. use my mouth- keep doin’ that baby, fuh- fuuuck,” and a bit of drool starts to rain down the middle part of his chiseled chin.

choso’s completely lost between your legs, and he steadily pulls out his lanky middle finger.

it was still snugly fit inside your cunt before with a soaking ‘pop!’ sound it sees its way out between your drenched slot. choso’s bottom lip quivers as he breaks away from your gluey thighs for just a brief second—bringing his slick-covered digit toward his lips before slurping your mess clean. he stares you dead in the eyes while he does so too, and not once does that cunt-drunk simper falter from his lips.

you’ve got him whipped.

although once choso’s parted lips attach back to your clit you end up letting off a cute squeal. it’s more of a defeated battle cry. a defeated battle whine. “a- ah!” you whimper, locking your legs around his neck. choso’s secured with the warmth of your thighs before muffling moans against your pussy.

you’re fully soaked now, ogling down openly at the lower part of his face that was entirely painted with your translucent honeyed slick. with muscles tightening and a coil finally snapping within you, you end up cumming - hard.

choso’s sloppily thrusting the pointed tip of his tongue in and out of your pussy before he notices. the taste that’s finally cascading on his famished buds. with glued-shut eyes, he slows his tongue work before groaning against your convulsing flesh.

“ ‘m cummin’ cho— fuuuck,” you’d whine out in an elongated four-second mewl. your mouth dramatically grows agape with your jaw hanging as he’s still lapping you clean.

the squelches only got louder - and choso’s still pathetically rolling his hips against the edge of the bed.

your pleasure got him off, and it’s not even seconds later before he gasps. a grey wet patch ends up dampening the center of his bulky boxers and he pouts. “s- shit,” he glances down in cute shame, letting off a groan once his hand swipes itself across his huge bulge.

it stuck out greatly against the thinly made fabric, and the thought of being inside of you was probably about to make him shoot blanks. choso’s droopy eyes focus back towards you and he looks down between your thighs.

a perfect, slick mess. his perfect, slick mess.

a fat thumb snakes its way down your sappy slit before he glances back up at you one more time. with an abrupt ‘pft!’ choso spits on your pussy, hearing a moan follow out from you seconds later. a string glimmer in the light once it runs past his lips, only for him to lap it up with a risqué kiss. “c- choso.” you’d huff out breathlessly, weak fingers releasing its grip from between his hair.

but right before you could get a second word in, you’re suddenly flipped over. you lightly land on your bare tummy and let off a sheepish giggle. feverish hot breath ghosts against your ass and you gasp once you feel choso’s rough hands grab your hips up.

he’s making you arch - face down, ass up and you could feel the cold, hungry stare zero down your spine.

“shhhh,” he’d grumble, and your left ass cheek was met with a smack. it makes you moan, and as you’re bent over, choso can’t help but enjoy the weeping, wet view that pours down your exposed cunt.

leaning up close, he lolls out his tongue alllll the way, slowly licking from top to bottom before making you press your head firmly into your pillow.

“ ‘m not…done, still fuckin’ hungry, baby. now be a good girl ‘n keep the arch while i eat, h- heh.”

☆ cw. fem! reader, true form! sukuna, cūnnilingus, using his stomach mouth, dirty talk, praise, mdni.

“c’mere,” sukuna hoarsely utters, hunching over his throne that solely consisted of piles and piles of corroded dusty bones. with his head leaning down, he’s got a near-perfect view of you. he’s zeros narrow eyes down at your frame, focusing primarily between the gap of your legs and the panties that were already pulled to the side. as you take a step closer, you watch as he takes broad two hands, stretching the fleshy skin of his stomach mouth into a priggish grin. “closerrrr,” and you stare at the way his other beefy arms stack underneath each other. sukuna was big, even while hunched over. he notices your eyes weren’t focusing on him - but instead, his peculiar abdomen’s smile that spreads across his stomach with the widest, cockiest simper. “ah. don’t worry. it won’t bite.. for now.”

with a hushed soft-spoken murmur, you take your seat on his lap before meeting his cold, crimson-eyed gaze. “you can just . . make it smile like that?”

“oh.. i can make it do many other things, too,” and you gasp, feeling sukuna’s other unoccupied hands gently claw at your waist. now, you’re straddling him, feeling each throb between your pretty thighs accelerates by the second. closely leaning his naturally curved lips up against the soft shell of your ear, sukuna lets off a gruff whisper.

“how ‘bout ya try sittin’ on it, princess? it is pretty famished.”

the corners of the mouth that stitched against sukuna’s skin wetly drooled the more you brought your hips closer.

he could practically smell your sweet scent - and the buds that lived on his tongue sizzled with carnal anticipation. from the very cracks and corners of its mouth, you saw how it eagerly slobbered from both sides with glittery drops of saliva.

“o- okay..” you breathe, lightly bringing your palms toward his chest, pushing sukuna to recline back. you could feel yourself throbbing ferociously, each pulse nearly causing your thighs to glue together before you align yourself.

you weren’t even looking at sukuna—and yet, through bleary peripherals, you could see that same cunning grin from his stretching at each wry corner of his lips.

the flat pink tongue flops itself out of its mouth, running its feverishly wet tip down between the crevices of your thighs. you hover over sukuna’s stomach with a whine dramatically tearing out from your throat. “oh! f- fuuuck.” your brows would furrow together as the tongue wanders and dips its way into every orifice. it drags itself further, poking the very hot tip of the twitching muscle near your pearly clit.

it was almost like it had a mind of its own.

and oh- it did.

sukuna’s always had a long tongue . . but his stomach tongue was far, far wider.

he could extend it while inside of you, and it didn’t take long at all before he reached deeply against the spongy barrier around your g-spot.

your thighs forever continued to quaver over him as his tongue roams at all angles - sloppily roving everywhere, even lapping near your hole.

it’s tepidly hot, and your naturally glossed lips couldn’t help but part — cutely spreading into a gasping, agape ‘o’ shape.

it lolls its way flat against your pussy before sluuuurping up a long three-second suck. it’s so-so wet, and it even starts to drink up the remnants of slick that drip between the slot of your thighs.

“you taste sweeter than usual, little one,” he grunts, allowing his stomach tongue to explore through every nook ‘n cranny inside of your dripping cunt. “mhm, atta girl. just ride . . riiiide against it- against me. don’t be shy. it likes you.”

a shivering whimper was a response as your lips trembled. his tongue was wide, and it slithers its way deep before nibbling against your clit. sukuna darkly chortles, feeling your legs trying to close themselves shut but one of his hands grabs your thigh. “easy, eaaaasy girl,” he speaks in a smoky rasp, watching as your back creates an arch.

your hips couldn’t help but shimmy - writhing from his touch before the thick tongue swerves around in sloppy curving arcs. “good . . girl, look at those pretty hips movin’ all for me,” and you whine, feeling him bring three rough, callused hands toward your waist.

he’s slow — slowly guiding your hips to rock against his stomach tongue that’s just oh-so eager, greedily delving its way in and out of your gummy, soaked walls. every few seconds, pant after pant of such languid breaths leaves from your chest, leaving you utterly breathless.

“mmh- ‘kuna, fuck ‘m not .. gonna,” and you watch as the demon raises a pink slit brow. the fat, long tongue punctures its way deep and thoroughly makes itself known inside of you. as it continues to massage its tip through your folds, you let off the sweetest moan once the tongue’s texture abruptly changes.

and now — it feels a bit softer but forked. your eyes started to roll once his stomach tongue thrusts itself between your puffy droopy hoods..

each slick, slimy squelch that wetly sobs from between your legs got louder, louder until you were frantically grinding against his chiseled chest.

as your clit’s being repeatedly stretched by the bumpy flatness of the tongue—you mewl out the same desperate cries, nearing yourself closer and closer toward your longly awaited edge.

your thighs never felt more weak, and it’s like you could feel every chill run down your body at each slurp he took. the tongue that resided on sukuna’s stomach was the pure definition of greedy..

if you dared to move just a single inch, it would snarl - making the sharp edges of his canines playfully nip near your sopping cunt. inaudible babbles slipped past your lips in substitution of words before you ended up falling face first into his chest.

“su- hng- sukuna, ‘m cummin,” you’d squeal out, failing to catch your breath every time. each breath that tries to wind out of your overwhelmed lungs makes you gasp. pounds of ridden, tender flesh smear its way on his tongue in circles before you start to feel the impact — the impact being your poor, poor hips quaking over his abdomen. “fuckk!”

“thaaaat’s it,” he purrs, such baritone sweetly coating his voice like honey. two arms wrap around your torso as you’re losing yourself completely.

your treacly slick pours down the valley between your thighs as you whine, burying your face into his left shoulder. sukuna gives your back a praising pat as you’re succumbing to pleasure, riding out your elated high with the most blissful orgasm rawly following out your throat. “heh, such a dramatic girl. it’s just a tongue,” and as sukuna continues to take jabs at your cute, dumb state—he swats a hand against your ass.

“mhm,” he lets out a satisfied grumble, hearing your breaths turn from quick to slow within seconds. sukuna’s stomach mouth had more than an appetizing meal—and you could feel its lengthy tongue slap its way against your pussy before retreating into its drooling maw.

even still - it greatly drools from the sides with your slick glistening all over his bare, ripped stomach. “such a good little thing,” and you moan, defeated gargled whimpers desperately trying to escape from your throat before he grabs your chin. “c’mere, let me get a taste too.”

closing the brief distance between you both, you press your hot lips against sukuna in a hungry manner. the demon titters as your tongue weakly slips into his mouth, feeling his fangs nip against your quivering underlip.

a hand of yours idly slides its way down his puffed-out chest that was proudly covered with infamous ancient markings.

crowns of teeth sharply clash amongst each other as if a never-ending battle was occurring, and he’s slurping up every one of your moans.

one of sukuna’s hands that was stacked underneath his upper arm snakes its ways between your thighs, giving your sensitive wet cunt a teasing squeeze. “mmph-” you gasp, feeling the smirk stretch wide across his lips before the demon gradually starts to pull away.

you’re left panting—and sukuna eyes you curiously, looking down at you literally before he seductively slides his tongue across his pink lips.

“best meal i’ve had in centuries,” and you continued to quietly moan before watching him lean back against his throne again, patting his now closed stomach tongue. “but princess, don’t catch your breath now,” and you gulp, glancing at the lower placement of his hands.

sukuna does the same action from earlier—prying both corners of his stomach mouth apart into an eerily, haughty smile before watching the tongue roll out once more.

quickly - it licks over its entire mouth where some of your slick still perfectly remained and sukuna runs a stubby thumb down your pussy before letting the extra tongue get the first taste again.

“i think we could go for dessert right now too..”

i find primal so so hot. letting go of social norms and whatever is deemed acceptable & just fucking each others brains out— desperate rutting, scratching, hitting, spitting, growling— turning that little voice in your mind off and feeding into animalistic tendencies, making each other feel as good as humanly possible <3<3<3

you find it so funny how people think your husband, nanami, is the sweetest, most innocent and romantic man they’ve ever laid eyes on, such a gentleman. Which, they are correct in some ways. Gentleman. Check. Sweet. Check. Romantic. Check. He’s always buying you flowers, opening doors for you, kissing your hand, taking you out on spontaneous dates, calling you ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘love’, and treating you like some porcelain doll. But innocent? Oh no, no. You almost laugh because it may seem like your husband is ‘innocent’ or ‘vanilla’ whichever term they may use, but he is anything but that. While he may treat you like a princess in public, he absolutely sluts you out behind closed doors.

You don’t blame people for thinking he may look and act soft because that was your first impression of him too. So, imagine the surprise when you first had sex and he was pounding you in a mating press, tears streaming down your face. Yeah, best night of your life. And now that you’re married? God, it makes the sex one hundreds times better than before. He’s go you on your side, one arm hooked under your leg, reaching so far that he’s able to wrap his hand around your throat. The other wrapped around your waist, rubbing your clit while he fucks his cum into you. He’s forcing you to look him in the eyes, faces inches away from each other, because he wants to watch your pretty face when you cum. So innocent, right?

“Oh my god! Fuck!” You cry out, your breathing labored. He’s so deep inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again to the point it makes your head spin especially when he’s toying with your swollen clit. “I can’t! I can’t, Ken! You’re too fucking deep! Ah!” You grip onto the ruffled sheets below, bucking your hips as you attempt to make his cock not feel so good, but the bruising grip he has on your throat and waist puts you right back in your place.

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can. You know why?” He pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to your ear. “Cause you’re a fucking slut for this dick.” He thrusts his hips faster, skin slapping against skin and the mixture of your juices and his cum create a sticky mess between your thighs. “Awe, is that gonna make you cum? Being degraded? I can feel your pussy clenching me,” he darkly smiled, heavy breaths fanning against your damp skin. He rubbed your clit faster, carefully watching the way you threw your head back in pure bliss.

“Fuckkkk! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your toes curled the closer you got to your orgasm, whimpering as you took in every feeling of pleasure coursing through you.

“Squirt all over this dick, baby. Be a good girl for me and show me how good I make you feel.” He felt your walls tightening with each passing second, sweat trailing down his forehead as he kept his pace. Your legs began to shake as you writhed under him, cursing and screaming as you squirted all over, soaking the blankets below you. “Messy fucking slut. Look at you, you’re still fucking going.”

“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” Your brows furrowed as you watched him fuck you through your orgasm. “It’s too much, Ken!” You pulled his hand away from your clit, holding onto his wrist tightly while he slowed down his thrusts, now going deep and slow. You laid there in a dazed state, trying to catch your breath. His hand gently caressed your stomach slowly inching up towards your tits, cupping them in his hand while he placed sloppy kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

So yes, while your husband may be such a gentleman, such a sweetheart, such an angel to others, in the back of your head, you think of those moments behind closed doors when he makes you cum your brains out, praising you and degrading you all within the same breath, choking you and treating you like some common whore. But after all that’s over, he’s back to treating you like the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. It’s truly the best of both worlds.