Boxer Sukuna Who Is Not Only Renowned For His Countless Victories But Also For His Position On The Student

CHUBBY BUNNY

sukuna x chubby fem reader

content: 6.2k wc, no curses au, mma fighter sukuna, kinda soft sukuna, established relationship, toy usage (vibrating buttplug), oral sex (m&f receiving), gagging w underwear, a hint of a praise kink, some after care mentioned, squirting, creampie, bunny costume, sukuna also calls reader bunny, there's a camera at one point, i wrote this forever ago. also, this was originally a two parter but i'm posting it together.

shoutout to @letstalkaboutfandomsbaby for being the brilliant mind behind this.

THIS IS 18 & UP CONTENT. IT IS NOT INTENTED FOR INDIVIDUALS BELOW THE AGE OF 18.

It always amazed you how Sukuna would come out of fights with barely a scratch on him. Of course, the reason is probably because his opponents barely landed a hit on him. Sukuna didn’t lose.

His lack of losing was, of course, a relief to you. As much as you enjoyed seeing him beat the ever loving fuck out of someone, you didn’t always enjoy how you had to wait through it. Recently Sukuna’s latest hobby is to make you watch his fights whilst a small vibrator just barely stirred up your insides. The small size and the low vibrations he leaves it on (at first) were never enough to actually send you over the edge or truly please you. You would sit through multiple fights, being at the edge but not quite close to passing it.

Sometimes if Sukuna was in an especially giddy mood he’d up the vibrations in between his fights. You always knew when, as his crimson eyes would meet with yours, despite the distance and distractions between you. His fingers would just lightly brush over the remote in his bag as he reached for his bottle of water. Despite expecting it, you’d still jolt from the sudden increase. Thankfully the people around you were too focused on making bets for the next fight to notice the muffled mewls and whimpers leaving your lips.

But today Sukuna had a different idea.

You have always been his chubby bunny, but you’ve never actually dressed up as a bunny before for him. So, as a prequel to Sukuna’s gift tonight, he bought you a vibrating buttplug with a bunny tail attached to it. The skirt Sukuna requested you wear was, as expected, short. It barely covered your behind, nevermind the buttplug which only made it shorter. So you sneakily stole his black reflector jacket he wore on the way here. It was already oversized on Sukuna’s large frame, so it easily covered your plump body — coming down to the middle of your thighs.

You left the zipper of the jacket open, knowing that your exposed cleavage was a treat Sukuna greatly enjoyed whenever he caught a glimpse of you. Sukuna has always been more of an ass and thighs man, but after his first night with you, he became a you man. All of you were perfect. From your chubby cheeks to your small hands and your plump breasts and your squishy tummy. He could never get enough of it. Every part of you just fit so perfectly into his hands.

The last fight had just come to a finish. While Sukuna went to collect his reward money, you made your way to his dressing room. Him being the longtime champion earned him a private dressing room. He also insisted on it and paid for part of its construction. The main reason for it was so that he could enjoy a quick meal after his fight before heading home. His favourite hobby is eating after all.

Of course, your journey to his dressing room was slow. Your legs were weak and shaky. Thankfully nobody noticed the falters in your steps. As soon as you got to his room you grabbed onto the edge of the marble counter to hold yourself up.

A sudden increase of the vibrations had you biting back a moan. That was Sukuna’s way of telling you to get ready.

You took off the jacket you stole from Sukuna and hung it on the coat rack, your legs trembling as you had to stand on your toes to properly reach it. Once that was off, you went and bent over the marble counter, a hand on each of your plump asscheeks, pulling them apart. The lingerie Sukuna had chosen for tonight was open at the back, allowing a sinful view of the bunny tail vibrating ever so slightly from how intense the plug was going. Your cunt was barely covered, only a sheer piece of fabric between it and the cool air.

You waited patiently, writhing and whining as the vibrations became even more intense. You had no idea how strong the vibrations of this plug could get, as it was brand new and this is your first time having it in.

A sudden tug and then push of the bunny tail had you moaning much louder than you had meant to. You were concentrating so hard on not making too much noise or cumming before Sukuna was there that you hadn’t even noticed him enter the room.

“You need to be quiet, bunny. You don’t want to get me in trouble, do you?”

You whined and shook your head, biting your lip to try and hold back your moans as Sukuna continued to grind the plug into your ass. He was grinning at how wet your panties were. He let go of the tail, which left you relieved and annoyed all at once.

Sukuna wasn’t all that gentle as he tugged your panties off. He balled the fabric in his fist before pressing it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Your scent alone could send him over the edge. “Open.” The command was vague but you understood. You released your lip from between your teeth and opened your mouth, doing your best to be silent. Sukuna promptly shoved the balled up fabric into your mouth. It will do well to muffle your cries. He knew well enough that you lacked the ability to be quiet whenever he feasted on you.

“Don’t you taste delicious, bunny? You prepared my meal perfectly.” He swiftly lifted you onto the counter and turned you onto your back. “Remember to not be too loud, okay, bunny?”

You barely got to nod when he adjusted the settings for the vibrator, putting it on its most intense vibrations. Your body jerked and you arched your back, little stars clouding your vision. The orgasm was intense. You could feel your slick juices drip from your cunt to your asshole. It made you shiver.

“Now, now, bunny. Don’t go spilling my meal before I’ve even gotten a proper taste, yeah?” You could barely hear Sukuna’s voice over the ringing in your ears. God, it felt good.

Sukuna watched you for a moment more before moving to his knees, letting his mouth be level with your dripping cunt. He first indulges in your juices, licking up what had spilled from you. You were still incredibly sensitive, so the not-too-foreign heat of his tongue against you made you jolt and squirm. This only amused your lover.

Sukuna squeezed your thighs before hooking them over his shoulder. His head was comfortably buried between your thighs and his face in your cunt. He wasted no time to lap at your entrance, neglecting your swollen clit for now. He’ll get to that soon enough. You had more than enough time. He had keys for the backdoor in case you were locked in.

The vulgar slurping from between your legs had you whining. The sound only turned you on more.

Your hands had long let go of your asscheeks and were tangled in Sukuna’s jelled hair. You personally preferred when his hair wasn’t jelled and hung all floofily over his forehead. But you never complained. He was perfect either way. Plus, you took pride in the fact that you’re one of the only people who gets to see his hair down.

You attempted to speak, to beg, but your words were muffled by the fabric in your mouth. You so desperately wanted his attention to be on your clit.

Despite no words having left your mouth, Sukuna understood what you wanted. And he wasn’t going to give it to you. Yet. “Patience, bunny. Don’t rush me.” It only amused him and encouraged him to neglect your clit even more. He tongued your entrance , savouring your taste with a groan before finally letting the warm muscle enter your cunt. He couldn’t help but moan into you. Your squishy walls spasmed around him as he curled and wriggled his tongue inside you.

You arched your back even more, if that was even possible, trying your best to keep your hips from rutting into his face. You knew he wouldn’t mind it, but it was just so embarrassing.

The vibrations of Sukuna’s moans into your cunt had a much more intense effect on you than the plug that was still in you. You had honestly forgotten about it until Sukuna took the liberty of reminding you — by twisting and grinding it into you.

The simultaneous stimulation of your pussy and ass was enough to send you into your second climax. You were crying at how intense it was. Your pretty face was a mess. The eyeliner you had put on was mixing with your tears and running down the sides of your face, leaving little trails on your skin. Tears weren’t the only wetness on your face, as drool had already pooled in your mouth and was leaking past your lips. The panties stuffed in your mouth were already much too wet to absorb any of your spit.

Sukuna glanced over at your face, barely lifting his tongue from your cunt. The sight of you was really testing his restraints. He wanted nothing more than to be buried balls deep in either your tight pussy or your pretty little mouth. But he held back. He’d enjoy both once you were home. Right now his goal was to abuse a third orgasm from your twitching cunt.

When Sukuna finally decided to give your clit the attention it craved, you were a sobbing mess in front of him. Your sniffles and whimpers made his cock twitch against its restraints. He took his time to tease your clit, running the tip of his tongue over it in painfully slow licks.

A loud, but muffled cry left you as you tugged at his hair, not bothering to care if he lost a few strands with it. He’ll live. But you felt like you were going to die. Your body was already beyond overstimulated and him taking his time wasn’t making it any better.

Sukuna groaned at your actions. He gave you no time to prepare as he wrapped his lips around your swollen clit, sucking it while still abusing it with his tongue.

You were so close.

Sukuna shoving two fingers into your eager cunt was what finally pulled a third orgasm from you.

Your body twitched viciously as he pumped into your cunt. The wetness from your newest orgasm caused the most sinful sounds to leave your cunt every time he thrusts his fingers into you.

All of your shame and embarrassment vanished and you pressed his face harder against you, grinding into him. He could suffocate to death for all you cared. He’d die happy if it meant dying with his face buried into your wet cunt.

Sukuna eventually slowed his pace and removed his fingers from you, making you whine at the loss. The man had to practically pry your thighs from around his head to be able to get up.

Once he was released from your borderline-deathgrip, Sukuna turned off the vibrations from the plug, and slowly pulled it out of your ass. He then grabbed a clean towel, dampened it with water from his bottle and carefully cleaned you up. He did wait a while, knowing that your wetness would be leaking from you for a while before it would stop. He was also kind enough to help you into a clean pair of panties that gave you proper coverage.

“You did so good, bunny,” he praised and took the soaked panties from your mouth. After using the towel to wipe his face, he wrapped the panties in it. He used a clean corner of the towel to wipe your mouth and face, being careful to not press too hard. “You tasted so good, bunny. I’m so proud of my bunny.”

He tossed the balled up towel to his bag before carefully lifting you to be seated on the counter. “Can you walk?” He wasn’t surprised when you shook your head “no”. You couldn’t even get the word out. “That’s okay, bunny.” He then helped you into his jacket, zipping it up. He didn’t want your warm body to be exposed to the cold breeze outside.

He slung both your bag and his over his shoulder before lifting you up, one hand beneath your ass to support you. His other hand was used to open and close any doors. His inhumane physical strength always amazed you.

Your lovers before Sukuna could barely lift your body to change positions. But Sukuna easily tossed you around as if you were a mere ragdoll.

Soon you were on Sukuna’s lap in the backseat of his car. Uraume drove you to yours and Sukuna’s shared loft-apartment.

Despite your protests, Sukuna carried you all the way up to your shared loft-apartment. After giving in you just buried your face in his neck. You were a bit worn out from the multiple orgasms you had earlier, so it would be wise to save whatever energy you have left. Sukuna’s stamina was monstrous and you knew he was going to fuck you soon.

Sukuna placed you on the bed, being uncharacteristically gentle with you.

“Come on, bunny. I have a present for you.” Hearing that, you regained some of your lost energy. You liked — loved — gifts. Sukuna knew it would have you perked up in no time, which is why he prepared it in advance.

“You can walk, right, bunny? Go freshen up in the bathroom while I get things ready here.” Sukuna took your shoes and socks off for you before letting you go. While you were in the bathroom, he prepared the little gift he had gotten you. He spread the items out on the bed, his lips pulled into a mischievous smirk. His favourite gifts to get you were the gifts that were indirectly for himself as well.

Sukuna heard the shower turn on and let out a small groan. He didn’t mean for you to take a shower. But he guessed it wasn’t too bad. He was also in need of a shower, so maybe this was you hinting at him to shower, too. After all, if Sukuna was in the apartment and he heard the shower turn on, it wouldn’t be long before he’d be joining you — regardless of whether he was on his way out or not.

As much as Sukuna wanted to get to the main course, which is your gift, he didn’t mind having another appetizer in the shower.

Sukuna tugged his clothes off, tossing it aside before joining you in the bathroom. “Why didn’t you tell me we were gon’ shower, bunny?” Sukuna wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. His cock pressing against the small of your back wasn’t surprising, but rather very arousing.

“Ryo, you’re smelly from all the fighting.” You turned in his embrace, hands resting on his chest as the lukewarm water hit your back. “The least you can do before fucking me is clean yourself up.”

Sukuna huffed at your words, leaning down to give you a kiss. “But you love my smelly self.” A grin crept onto his face. “But… if my bunny wants me cleaned up, you’ll have to do it yourself, ye’?”

You knew exactly what he was hinting at, but decided to play dumb. “Okay.” Your eyes closed as you smiled up at him. Before he could get a word out, you had turned away from him to grab a sponge and a bar of soap. The soap was a past birthday gift you had gotten him. It was scentless so that his natural scent wouldn’t get distorted. He wasn’t wrong when he said you liked the way he smelled. Of course, the lingering metallic smell from the fight wasn’t a favourite of yours.

You could see the smugness in his eyes vanishing as you started to rub the soap against his chest. You first coated his chest with soap before getting to scrubbing him clean. Despite his groaning and complaining about you scrubbing too hard, he stayed still and let you move him around to wash the rest of his body. The quicker he complied, the quicker this would be over with and he can fuck you.

“All done.” You pulled him under the flow of water to rinse him off. “If you wash my back I’ll give you a reward.” If you had been a manga character there would surely be a little heart at the end of your sentence. “You have to be thorough, okay?” You batted your pretty little eyes before grabbing your own soap and sponge and handing it to him.

Sukuna didn’t have it in him to protest so he just did as you asked. Of course, he’d have a bit of fun, too. He rubbed the slick soap between his hands, coating his hands with foam. He set the soap aside before letting his hands trail from your shoulders to your neck and then down your spine. He savoured the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingers. He made sure to slide his fingers in between the creases of your plumped skin.

You had been embarrassed of the rolls on your sides. But Sukuna quickly taught you that no part of your body is embarrassing. You have long since stopped being embarrassed of your body — especially in front of Sukuna.

Sukuna let his hands snake to your tummy, rubbing it carefully before making his way to your breasts. The slickness from the soap made his hands easily glide over your skin. A soft moan slipped from your lips as he — purposefully — pressed his fingers to your nipples.

“Ryo,” you whined.

“I need to clean you properly, bunny. Shh.” Sukuna took pleasure in teasing your nipples before continuing to coat you with soap, now using the bar of soap. Once he was satisfied with how soaped up you were, he carefully scrubbed your skin. He wasn’t nearly as rough as you’d been with him. You would never tell him, but you preferred the harsher scrubbing, as it made you feel cleaner.

Once finished, Sukuna let you rinse off before pulling you to him. His still very hard cock pressed into the softness of your belly. “My reward?”

You responded by palming his cock, leisurely stroking it. He had to bite his lip to hold back the moan. He has been holding back for quite a while now. You pressed a kiss to his jaw and continued littering his skin with kisses until you were on your knees, kissing the pretty pink head of his cock.

You were sure to keep eye contact as you licked over the small hole of his tip. Your hands were still pumping along his length as you swirled your tongue around the head. Sukuna has always been big and taking him into your mouth would leave your jaw aching for a good day or two, depending on how rough he decides to be.

“Don’t tease me, bunny,” he growled as you pulled away, tonguing at the tip once more. His eyes didn’t leave yours as you finally took his cock into your mouth. Your mouth felt so warm and wet around him. He couldn’t help but buck his hips ever so slightly.

You narrowed your eyes before squeezing the base of his cock, glaring at him. Sukuna got the message and did his best to stay still.

You still pumped the part of his length that wasn’t in your mouth as you started to take his cock in and out of your mouth. You could taste his precum. It aroused you. With one hand on his cock, you let the other slide in between your thighs and teased your clit. Sukuna noticed, obviously, but he didn’t stop you.

Your moans and whines vibrated around Sukuna’s cock, making him tilt his head back with a groan. His one hand was pressed to the tiled shower wall, while the other made its way to your cheek. His hand guided you with each stroke of his cock into your mouth. It wasn’t long before his eyes were back on you.

You felt his cock twitch and throb in your mouth, instantly knowing he would be close. The stroking of your clit and pumping of his length simultaneously picked up in speed as you took more of him into your mouth.

“Bunny, ‘m close.”

You kept your eyes on him, whimpering and moaning as your own orgasm crept up on you. You wanted to cum with him. As the precum increased in your mouth, you relaxed your throat and took his cock further down. Tears stung at your eyes as you took him in until the hilt. Your nose was pressed against the neatly groomed patch of hair above his cock. Your muffled moans and whines from your own orgasm was enough to make Sukuna release his seed down your throat.

The thick, warm liquid was easily swallowed, each gulp making your throat tighten around his cock. By now Sukuna was also moaning, no longer caring about repressing his voice. It was music to your ears.

You soon pulled away from him, his hand still gently cupping your cheek. Sukuna slid his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to check if you swallowed everything.

“You’re such a good bunny, taking my cock so prettily.” Sukuna helped you to your feet, noticing the redness of your knees. He was sure that there might be some bruising there soon. He made a mental note to not let you give head in the shower anymore — even if he desperately craved it.

His arms wrapped around you snuggly after he turned the shower off. He lifted you up with ease, hands beneath your ass. You let your arms and legs wrap around him. He didn’t bother drying you or himself off before heading to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed, your wet skin dampening the duvet.

“Your present.” Sukuna nodded towards the assortment of items and the poofy white selkie dress next to you.

You gasped, not noticing anything other than the puffy dress. “Ryo!” You excitedly jumped up into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I love it!” You peppered his face with kisses.

Sukuna had to stop himself from smiling at the attention. His hand cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips were in a pout. “I want you to put it on so that I can fuck you out of it, okay?”

His words made your cunt become slick with arousal. You nodded and turned to grab the dress once Sukuna let you go. Only after lifting the dress did you notice the (new) bunny tail buttplug and the bunny ear headband. There were also a few other items. Your eyes went back to the bunny related items before you turned to Sukuna, whining.

Sukuna immediately quieted your whine as he took a hold of your face once more. “You’re my bunny, right? It’s about time you played the part properly.”

You nodded, knowing any protests right now would only anger Sukuna. He would never hurt you, but you didn’t want to upset him. And if you really, genuinely didn’t want to do something, you had a safeword that you could use. You were more embarrassed about this whole thing than unwilling to do it.

“You aren’t allowed to look when I put it on.” Your words came out a bit muffled as he still had your face squeezed between his fingers.

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed but he nodded. He let go of your pace, placing a kiss on each of your cheeks where there were barely visible red marks. He hadn’t meant to squeeze so hard. He looked your body over once more, taking in every curve and detail of you before turning his back to you. He cleared his throat, crossing his arms. “Be quick.”

Your eyes lingered for a split second on his muscular back and ass. You loved his ass.

You were quick to get your body into the selkie dress. It fit perfectly. Thankfully your skin had dried by now and the dress didn’t get wet. But you weren’t sure how long the dress would stay dry… You first put the headband on, using it to keep your unruly hair out of your face. Your hair had gotten a bit damp in the shower and as a result had poofed out a bit, much like the dress poofing out around your figure.

You then pulled on the white fishnet stockings, knowing damn well this will be the only time you wear it. Over the stockings you slipped on the white socks that came just below your knees. The soles of the socks had pink paw prints on it. Next you took hold of the bunny tailed buttplug. You leaned over the bed, one hand supporting you while the other pressed the plug into your asshole. It went in rather easily due to the previous plug you had worn earlier. You still let out a gasp as it was finally inside you.

“No peeking, okay?” You glanced at Sukuna once you were back on your feet. He grunted in response. You looked back to the bed, noticing the last item to put on was a collar. It was a white faux leather collar that had soft inner padding to not chafe your neck. You always appreciated the small details that Sukuna would make sure of. The collar had a heart shaped tag hanging from the front. You checked the tag, blushing when you noticed what was engraved into it, “DADDY’S BUNNY”. You quickly put it on, embarrassed.

Once you were sure you were done, you carefully snuck over to Sukuna. You couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed and squeezed his bare asscheeks. Sukuna jerked forward in surprise, glaring at you when he turned. He hated it when you did that. But you loved it.

His glare soon vanished and instead a look of lust replaced it. He bit his lip, a hand cupping the side of one of your breasts. He let his thumb run over the bare skin of your cleavage, which the dress so expertly showed off. He soon pulled you closer and placed a kiss to the crook of your neck. “I want you to model it for me, okay? Show me all of it, bunny.”

You let out a whine but your complaints never left your lips as he silenced you with an aggressive kiss. His one hand gently squeezed your neck, making you gasp. He took the opening to slide his tongue into your mouth. He could still taste remnants of himself in your mouth. It made his cock throb.

You were panting to catch your breath once he broke the kiss. He gave you a slap on the ass. The layers of fabric dulled the impact on your skin, but it didn’t do much to stop the plug from pushing into you. You bit back a moan and moved away from Sukuna.

He shooed you towards the door, where your little catwalk was supposed to start, and plopped down on the bed. He leaned back, a hand pressed into the duvet to keep himself up while his other hand palmed his cock.

Your cheeks were red with embarrassment as you walked towards him. Despite the embarrassment, you kept your head high and played into the role.

Sukuna’s eyes didn’t once leave you as you came closer. The jiggle of your tits made him groan. He couldn’t wait to suck on the plump skin there. His eyes trailed to your thighs. With each step the dress fluffed up and he would get a glimpse at your pretty folds. He bit his lip, remembering how his face had been buried between those pussy lips not too long ago.

Once in front of him, you did a quick but careful twirl. The dress lifted with the motion and Sukuna got to see the bunny tail. He had almost forgotten about it.

Before your little twirl ended, Sukuna whistled. He sat up, slowly clapping his hands in a form of praise.

This only furthered your embarrassment. “Ryo,” you whined, “this is embarrassing.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

Before you knew it Sukuna’s hands were cupping your face, one on each cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed, bunny. You look fucking hot.”

“I look silly–”

“The hell do you mean, “silly”? You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Sukuna gently let his thumbs stroke circles against your cheeks, humming. “In fact, you look good enough to eat.”

The glint in your eyes made a new wave of wetness leak from your cunt. “Ryo–” You couldn’t finish complaining as Sukuna lifted you up and palmed your ass.

“I’m hungry, bunny. You’re not going to let me go hungry, right?” Sukuna laid back onto the bed, you placed on top of him. “Come sit on my face. I just need a quick taste, okay?”

“But… Ryo.” You pouted, but listened. As much as you wanted to sit on his face, you’d much rather sit on his cock right now. He’s been depriving your cunt of his cock all night now. “I want you inside me already.” You rolled your hips, letting your wet cunt smear your slick on his lower abdomen. “Please? You can have me for breakfast, okay? Right now I need you inside me.”

Sukuna’s eyes darkened. He had wanted to make you cum in his mouth at least once more, but he couldn’t resist your begging. “Fine, bunny. But you have to do the work yourself, okay?” Despite his words, he did help you out by ripping the fishnet stockings to give him better access to your cunt. He also gave the plug a push, making you moan.

“Ryo, babe~!” You moaned his name as you rutted against him. You reached your one hand between your legs once you were properly hovering above his cock. You carefully guided his cock into you. You couldn’t stop the moans from leaving you as you slid down his cock. The stretch made you see stars — it was an even more snug fit due to the plug in your ass. You had barely adjusted to his size when the plug suddenly started vibrating.

“You didn’t think I’d forget about my bunny’s tail, did you?” Sukuna waved the little remote in front of you. He was fighting against every fibre of his being to not moan or to buck into you. He could feel you squeezing around him from the new stimulation. “Hold the dress up so I can see your pretty cunt.”

“Ryo,” you whimpered out his name before obeying. You balled the fabric of the dress into your fists and held it up, but made sure to not cover your cleavage.

Sukuna didn’t up the vibrations, setting the remote aside before resting his hands on your hips. “You look so good when you’re taking my cock.” He didn’t give you much time to get used to the vibrations before he started to bounce you on his cock, hands squeezing your flesh. Your cunt clenched as you imagined the bruises that you’d have there soon.

“Fuck, bunny, you’re gonna cum on my cock soon, ye’?” His hands didn’t let go of you, continuing to move you up and down his length as if you were a mere toy for him to use.

You couldn’t form any words, just moaning in response. Your cunt has been sensitive from the multiple past orgasms you’ve had. Sukuna didn’t even have to give any attention to your clit as you came undone on top of him. Your juices dripped down his cock, encouraging Sukuna to pick up his pace.

Sukuna was grunting and moaning beneath you, too, pounding up into you. The continuous abuse of your cunt was about to send you into another orgasm. But Sukuna pulled you off of him before you reached it. You let out a cry of protest and displeasure at his actions, but he ignored it. Instead Sukuna rolled you over, him above you now.

He easily tossed you onto your stomach. He wasn’t gentle as he ripped the selkie dress from your body, opening the zip first before just ripping the rest of the fabric. This would’ve infuriated you if it wasn’t for the fact that you so desperately wanted to cum again. You were too fucked out to care.

Sukuna lifted you by your arms and held you against him. He took the plug out before ripping the stockings further and burying his cock back into your cunt. He pushed the dress off of you by the sleeves before he hooked his arms into yours, keeping you in place. Then he started.

His thrusts were vicious. He pounded into you, the slapping of his skin against yours filling the room, but your moans and cries easily dulled it out. You were close, again.

“Ryo, please touch me.” You turned your head slightly, trying to look at him. “Wanna cum.”

Sukuna couldn’t resist your pleas, unhooking his arms from yours. He wrapped his one arm around you, giving your breasts a lift. His other hand was quick to reach your cunt. He slipped two of his fingers between your pussylips, spreading them to expose your swollen clit. Thanks to the mirror on the wall in front of you Sukuna could easily see what a mess he’s made of your cunt.

He squeezed your clit between his fingers before he started to tease the sensitive nub. The hand that was holding you up quickly moved to cup one of your breasts. “You feel so fucking good, bunny. You’re such a slut, squeezing me like this.”

You didn’t — couldn’t — respond to him. You were seeing stars as you closed in on your next orgasm. Tears were streaming down your face, your body twitching as you squirted. Your arms moved to grab onto Sukuna somehow. Your nails dug into his skin — you weren’t even sure what part of him you were touching. You just needed to hold onto him. It felt like you’d float away or disappear if you weren’t holding onto him.

“Fuck, ‘m close.” Sukuna moaned into your ear from how tightly you were squeezing him.

“Face, wanna see you.” You barely got the words out, but Sukuna understood. He pulled out, not wasting any time as he turned you around and fucked back into your cunt. You fell back onto the bed, pulling Sukuna with you.

His thrusts became more aggressive, his hips knocking into you so hard that you could practically feel the bruises forming. Sukuna used a hand to fondle one of your breasts, pinching and teasing your nipple. His other hand was busy abusing your clit again. He wanted you to cum just once more, with him. His lips were on your in no time, devouring you.

It wasn’t hard for him to pull an orgasm from you just as he reached his own climax. His seed flood into you, filling you up and making you moan into his mouth at the warm sensation. Despite his orgasm, Sukuna kept rolling his hips into you. A creamy ring formed around his cock as it moved in and out of you.

Sukuna was the one to break the kiss, pulling out of you at the same time. He stayed on top of you, panting and trying to catch his breath. You weren’t in any better shape. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to get oxygen into your lungs.

Once he steadied his breathing, Sukuna pushed himself off of you, sitting back to admire his work. His seed was dripping from your twitching cunt, soiling the duvet. “Now, now, bunny, don’t waste my gift to you.” Sukuna used his thumb to push the line of semen running down your skin back up and into your hole. “You keep it there, you hear me?”

You didn’t respond, just panting. But you obeyed, doing your best to keep it inside.

Sukuna was out of your sight for a moment before returning, holding a camera. “Look at me.” You weakly lifted your head, eyes trying to focus on the camera but your vision was blurry from all the crying. The flash made you wince. Sukuna then knelt down, pressing your legs up one at a time to expose your pretty cunt more.

He parted your pussylips, taking another photo. Each flash made your cunt clench. You were embarrassed but it also turned you on immensely. The final shot was of his middle and ring fingers spreading your hole to let his seed, mixed with your slick, drip out of you.

Once he was satisfied, he set the camera aside and lifted you into his arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, bunny.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as he carried you to the bathroom. You were too fucked out to respond or do anything.

END NOTES

i think i wrote this in, like, feb 2022 ?? so a while ago. apologies for any mistakes. i do not have the energy to read all this again.

HOLY FUCK YOU HAVE NO CLUE HOW BAD I NEED TO BE NAILED DOWN BY CHOSO OR GETO RN UGHHHHHH (just a smutty rant)

(All jjk men🫥)

Here’s their favorite positions imo;

Choso; probably cowgirl, you facing him so he can see your fucked out expression and to see the way your tits bounce when you’re sloppily taking him with your mean hips bouncing up and down his cock- 🐇

Geto; omg from the side, having one of his arms hooked under your leg while he fucks his length into you, his tip hitting your g spot every time making your squirm and moan under him<3 👩‍🦽‍➡️

Sukuna; oh wow definitely Full Nelson imo; he loves seeing your legs shake helplessly while he holds them up, hips meeting yours in hard, deep, thrusts kissing your cervix by how fucking deep he is.⛓️

Nanami; good old fashioned missionary, loves holding your wrists above your head with your legs wrapped around his torso, allowing him to fuck into you deeper with your sweet little moans and whimpers slipping past your lips. 🤟

Gojo; phew he’s a wildcard, most likely tabletop, bent over? Yes. Propped up sitting and facing him while he pushes down on your stomach to feel where he is? Yes. Loves it either way, he knows his dick game is good and loooves seeing it all over your face and hearing it in your voice. ♠️

Toji; doggystyle, you cannot convince me he isn’t an ass guy. Loves it when his mean hips snap against your and the way your ass jiggles when he fucks your tight core at a dizzying pace; meanly grabbing your hips and holding your in place. 🐕

(SPECIAL MENTION TO THIS POSITION)

They all love the mating press🖤

Choso! panting and whining your name over and over whilst fucking your poor cunt like a starved man, deep and hard just how he likes it, but he doesn’t mean to go so rough💜

Geto! Loves it when you attempt to shut your eyes because the pleasures to overwhelming, his thick length pushing into your deeper and deeper, teasing and telling you how well your taking him. 🤤

Sukuna! Is a straight up sadist- obviously. Teases and degrades you with no bounds, forcibly holding your legs up because your poor body can’t keep up with him, but your sloppy loud pussy can. 😉

Nanami! Folds you like a pretzel holding your legs in place with his strong veiny arms, low groans and pants escaping his lips while your moaning like a bitch in heat when he hits that sweet spot every time. He’s such a gentleman💛

Gojo! Sloppily thrusting in and out of your tight cunt, eyes rolling back and cheeks flushed in pleasure pussydrunk on how tight and wet you feel, praising you over and over, whilst obviously you can’t say much with incoherent babbles falling from your lips. 🥵

Toji! Pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow, damn near breaking the bed. His length sliding in and out of you at a fast and rough pace, filling you up completely while he loves degrading how she is so noisy and sloppy and how your sweet little mouth is being too loud with how your moans bounce off the walls around you. 😌

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.

☆ gojo is so big that you have to go slow with taking him otherwise he will break you. and he loves that fact—he’s so cocky about it, about how every aspect of him is so overwhelming to you that you can’t take his cock without crying.

and they’re good tears, tears that taste good on his tongue when he licks them from your cheeks. tears that spring hot in your eyes with every inch he manages into you—he’s too much, though at the same time you can never get enough of him.

“gonna finally take all of me tonight, baby?” he mocks you, grins at the way your eyes squeeze shut as he rubs at your clit in hopes of relaxing you a tad. “you know, i could flip us over.. let gravity do the hard work.”

you accept because it sounds good in theory. gojo flips you both over and lays on his back as you find purchase with your fingers splayed over his heaving chest. but being like this, with satorus pulsing dick still barely half inside of you, you realise gravity hates you.

because although you're dropping just that little bit further down on his cock, your legs are trembling like it's an effort to keep you off of him. and gojo, being the cocky man he is, takes hold of your hips and works you even further downwards onto his length.

"fuck," is all you can manage, he's painful and narcotic all in the same stroke and so deep inside of you that you swear he's in your stomach. you shake your head, "i can't. you're too big, im sorry."

satoru shakes his head, looks up at you with those lust-blown eyes of his and smiles. "you want me to pull out?"

and as he tries to pull you up and off his length, slow as not to hurt you, there's a look on his face that you can't miss. he's so pretty when he's plotting, but you're only given a second to admire him, because just as he's about to pull the tip of his aching cock out of you, he lets go of your hips.

and your legs fail you, your body collapses downwards and you, in turn, are impaled on his prodigious length once again. you could cry, you think you do—your cheeks are wet when you fall forwards and your gasp of shock is swallowed by gojo, who kisses you hungrily. his fingers dig into your hips as he smiles against your kiss.

you feel his cock twitch inside of you, deeper than you've ever been able to take him before, and you realise you're practically at the base. you've never felt so full... so good... so stretched out and overwhelmed. and when your boyfriend tests the waters and fucks up into you just a little, a breathy moan is drawn straight from your lungs.

"toru—"

"shh," he snaps his hips up again to stall your words. "finally gonna cum inside of you, baby, not pulling out until you're left just as full as you are now."

and if your lover is anything at all, it's a man of his words. you'll have to call in sick tomorrow.

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⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. play fighting with your lover quickly turns into you being pounded on the couch.

tags. (assassin!)toji x female reader. smut. dōggy style. age gap implied. with plot-ish. unprotected -> p in v. size difference / kink. power trip-ish. teasing. crēampie. dacryphilia. tummy bulging. pūssy slapping. breēding mention. reader gets called ‘(little) girl, pretty, doll, slut.’ not proofread. wc: 3.4k

you let out a sigh of relief when your lover comes back home safe from another mission. toji’s risky job always leaves you anxious, knowing what could happen to him if things took a turn for the worse.

“keheh, there’s my pretty girl,” toji grins as he feels you jump into his embrace the instant he steps into the living room. your arms wrap around his waist and your head rests against his chiseled chest. he’s sweaty and bloody, yet you can’t care less. you’ve waited all day for him.

you tilt your head back and give the black-haired man a quick, passionate kiss. he returns it with equal force before picking you up and bringing you over to the couch. once toji put you down, he reaches a hand out to lazily ruffle your hair, “i’m g’nna take a shower, yeah?”

you shake your head and grab his hand before he can think of moving away. “no, want you to stay. just for a little more,” you attempt to coax toji into staying with you for a bit more.

“after i take a shower, doll. i probably smell ‘n look like shit,” the assassin mumbles in a low tone. his hair is wet with sweat, black locks sticking to his forehead. his compression shirt is torn in some places, but it’s neatly outlining his pecs, which makes him look ten times more attractive.

“nu-uh, you don’t,” you refute and tug at toji’s wrist again. he playfully rolls his eyes after giving in to your innocent request. you clearly don’t mind the sweaty state he’s in. you just want to cuddle up and talk to him about all kinds of things. “you look as handsome as ever,” you smile at him once you straddle his lap. toji’s hands find your hips, his nails ghosting over your skin to send shivers down your spine.

“heh. that ain’t nothin’ new,” your lover leans his head back with a cocky smirk. he knows how much you love it when he’s all sweaty and tired. toji never fails to spot the way your eyes wander up and down his muscular figure whenever he’s wearing that signature outfit of his. a black compression shirt that defines his pecs and white-ish baggy pants. you love it.

your fingers trace circles over his chest. you don’t seem to care about the random crimson droplets on his skin. they’re not his, thus you let it go. asking questions about the job he’s finished will only ruin the mood you’ve set. plus, toji clearly needs some distraction from the fact that his limbs are aching. he’s outdone himself today as well.

“you tired?” you ask through a soft murmur. your boyfriend nods while yawning, teasingly pinching your cheek afterwards. “mhm,” toji hums while playing with the collar of your shirt, eyes wandering down to your tits. one of his most favorite spots on your body.

you’re clearly not wearing a bra and it’s making it difficult for him to stay focused. your nipples push against the material of your pyjamas so deliciously, just begging to be touched by his fingers. he quietly clears his throat and looks the other direction to play it off.

“oh?” you giggle and tap toji’s cheek twice to gain his attention, though with no success. he’s trying his best to come off as nonchalant as possible—to remain that stoic man he’s always been. his attempts are proven futile when you press your breasts against his chest.

“come on, babe. look at meeee,” you laugh and resort to tickling toji’s belly and armpits. he freezes for a second before scoffing at your actions, his hands immediately rush under your shirt to tickle you back. you end up squirming on his lap, trying to swat his arms in attempt to defend yourself.

your lover lets out a haughty chuckle as you become defenceless because of his well calculated revenge tickles. “mm? didn’t hear ya, y’ should speak up,” toji teases you, clearly seeing how you’re struggling to talk as he makes you squeal and laugh uncontrollably.

there are tears forming on your eyes. your breath comes in short gasps when you finally find a chance to jump off toji’s lap. “shut up, fushiguro!” you call out, going back to last name basis, which you know toji dislikes. you stumble back a little and stick your tongue out at your lover before fleeing the scene. or at least you try to.

“fushiguro, aye?” you hear toji’s voice right behind you, and when you turn around to face him, he’s already got you caged in his arms. you gasp and kick your legs, hitting him in the shin. the man groans at the contact and loosens his grip a little. you take the opportunity again, jumping onto his back, clinging onto him with your legs around his waist. you encircle your arm around his neck and catch him off guard with a surprise headlock.

“hehe, got you now,” you grin smugly. toji’s not giving his best, you know that, because you’d be on the floor if he did. he’s allowing you to have fun and he’s indulging you, which you more than so appreciate. “what? cat got your tongue, big boy?” you continue challenging him, proud of your little achievement.

you’re painfully oblivious to toji's struggles. how he's struggling with his inner desires, how his hands ball up into fists at his side. he can feel your body clinging onto him, your legs wrapped so tightly around his waist. it’s adorable that you find so much joy in having the upper hand over a grown man like him.

adorable, and such a huge turn on.

toji can’t believe that he’s getting a boner from just playing with you like this. maybe it’s your body that’s pressed against him so snugly, letting him feel every feminine curve or maybe it's the fact that he knows he can easily pin you to the ground and show you what a real man can do until you're begging for mercy.

your nipples are pressed against his back and it’s so hard to act like he can’t feel that. it’s hard to believe you’re not doing it on purpose, but you truly aren’t.

“careful,” toji comments in a husky voice. the corner of his lip twitches, his eyes hidden behind his black bangs, “y’ might start something you can’t finish.” you figure that it’s just bait to scare you off, so you don’t take it seriously. you tighten the headlock a little, biting toji’s ear and nibbling on it as revenge.

“you’re not scaring me with that,” you chuckle and pinch toji’s cheek with your free hand. the older man turns his head slightly, catching a glimpse of your mischievous grin. oh, how cute.

with a swift, fluid motion, toji reaches up with both hands and grasps your thighs firmly. in a heartbeat, your positions reverse and he pins you to the nearby wall. both of his meaty arms cage you in by pressing against the concrete on either side of your head.

“seems like i’m the one who got ya now, doll,” toji murmurs, his voice low and laced with a hint of lust. he gazes down at you, your faces mere inches apart. you can feel his breath fanning against your lips. he’s itching to claim your mouth so, so bad.

but before he can capture your sweet lips with his, you catch him off guard by pushing your full weight forward, causing toji to lose balance. he tumbles backwards onto the carpet below with you on top of him.

“nope, am not giving up so easily,” you giggle as you try to grab at his wrists. you’re oblivious to toji’s desires, too focused on overpowering the man who could snap you in half. it’s fun when he allows you to take control.

however, your lover is slowly losing his rationality. you’re seated on top of his abs and he can swear he can feel the heat of your cunt through your clothes. it’s the only thing he can focus on at that moment. the only thing he craves.

“fuck, c’mere,” toji growls and rolls you over so you’re pinned beneath him on the floor. he can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips when your laughter echoes throughout the living room. even through his lustful haze, he finds your joy thoroughly endearing.

you manage to find another opening and roll over again so you’re on top of him instead. the cycle continues for a few more seconds, your bodies lost in a tangled mess of limbs. you exchange gasps, grunts and giggles while you’re ‘fighting’ for dominance.

when you bite on toji’s shoulder as a way to catch him off guard once more, he hisses. not in an annoyed or pained way— no. he’s so turned on that you biting him sends a jolt of pleasure right down to his aching cock. so turned on that he may accidentally have developed a new kink in that same second.

either way, that little action was his last straw.

toji effortlessly lifts you up on the couch, your body bouncing a bit on the plush cushions as he turns you around on your stomach. one arm hooks around your neck, his bicep pressing against your throat. not enough to hinder your airway, but enough to send shivers down your spine.

“told ya to b’ careful,” toji grunts, his breath against your sensitive skin from behind, “y’ should start listening to me more.” his tongue flicks out and licks a stripe up your ear. his crotch is pressed right against your ass and only then do you notice his raging hard-on.

your eyes widen, cheek smushed against his muscular arm wrapped around your neck, keeping you in place beneath his big body. “oh, fuck, toji,” you let out a shuddering breath. you’re completely engulfed by his large frame—disappearing out of sight. just how he likes it.

“yeah? feel that?” toji grins as he squeezes his bicep around your delicate throat some more. you gasp and whine, turned on by him overpowering you, as much as you had been enjoying the opposite just seconds ago. he mocks your earlier words with a grunt, “think i have’ta remind my lil’ brat exactly what this ‘big boy’ can do to ya.”

and the older man wastes no time to do exactly that.

your shorts and panties are tossed carelessly on the carpet, your cheek smushed against the cushions that you’re desperately gripping. your face is contorted with pleasure, brows furrowed, eyes glazed over and your swollen lips parted to take shallow breaths.

you can feel the ache in your lower back. the arch of your spine is nearly unnatural as your ass is pushed so high up, bouncing back to meet the mean backshots your man is giving you.

“ah, ngh! t—toooji,” you mewl loudly, droplets of saliva trickling down from the corner of your mouth. you can’t deny that this entire situation has you soaked.

the switch toji went through, from being playful and letting you do what you want to reminding you who’s boss at the end of the day— it’s perfect and feels way too good. the cherry on top is the familiar scent of his body, the sweat mixed with his cologne.

it adds to the pleasure, makes you dizzy in a good way.

toji grips your waist, his manly hands trailing down to your hips every now and then for the extra leverage. his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he pounds into you mercislessly, fucking into you like you’re his personal cocksleeve. “ain’t gonna try that again, are ya?”

“dumb lil’ slut,” your harsh lover grumbles under his breath, hand smacking the fat of your ass. toji loves seeing it ripple underneath him, even more so when his hips smack against your rear with strength that leaves your flesh stinging, “bet ya love it when i remind you who owns this cunt.”

toji groans as he slides his thick cock in and out of your tight cunt. you’re gripping him like you never want to let go, like you want to milk him of every drop of the cum stored in his balls.

the sight that he’s blessed with from his point of view can make him bust a load right then and there. you’re presenting your ass to him shamelessly, looking back over your shoulder with lust-blown eyes.

and don’t get him started on the outline of his dick distending your tummy, the one he can feel whenever he reaches a hand around to press against your lower abdomen and circle your clit. too fucking lewd.

“fuck, yeahhhh. take that fat fuckin’ dick, baby,” toji throws his head back as he pushes your body even further into the couch. you swear he’s folding you in half, “let me show ya what a real man in charge can do— how a real man fucks his woman.”

toji’s cock is ruining you, reshaping your insides to fit his massive size and you don’t mind it one bit. in fact, you love it. love the feel of him, the stretch and burn of his thick cock splitting you open.

“yes, mmh, yes! fuck me!” you keen, sobbing from the pleasure. your hand reaches back to scratch at toji’s arm, trying to hold onto him, to find him even in the midst of it all. the view of your desperation and your pleas makes him lose it.

the dark-haired man scoffs, “oh, i’ll fuck ya, all right. . .”

with a low growl, toji plants one foot on the floor next to you, his other leg still bent at the knee on the sofa you’re laying at. the muscles in his arms ripple as he lifts your hips even higher up to be able to meet his thrusts.

“fuuuuuck! right there!” you wail, your head trashing back and forth on the damp sofa. from this new angle, he can drive his fat dick into you even deeper, engorged tip hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you see white.

toji revels in the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your sweet moans. you seem so much smaller than him in this new position, your body helplessly giving in, allowing him to put you in whatever position he wants. it boosts his ego and makes his cock pulse inside of you.

he loves seeing the tears in your eyes as it nearly gets too much for you to handle. it motivates him to fuck you harder until you’re full on bawling, which he can easily get off on. making you cry in pure bliss is all he wants to achieve.

your pussy is tight as it clenches around his cock like a vice. toji’s hand slithers around to circle your clit, making your legs spasm and hips thrust back sloppily. “shitttt, y’r sweet lil’ cunt was made just for this—” he pants as his thumb presses against the nub, “to take my cock.”

all you can do is dumbly nod at whatever your partner says. “mmhm, ah yeah, made for you,” your small whines are music to his ears. the palms of your hands feel clammy as you hold onto anything you can grasp.

everything around you is a blur as the only thing you can focus on is the way his heavy cock fills you so well.

toji can feel your juices trickling down his heavy sack, soaking his thighs and yours, as well as the couch. it will leave stains, but he doesn’t care and neither do you.

“look at ya,” he huffs and slaps your clit once, callused fingers dragging along your puffy lips that are parted obscenely wide for his cock. toji brings his wet finger to his mouth to lick it clean. he hums satisfactorily at the taste, “pussy’s droolin’ aaaall over my dick. nasty girl.”

your pussy starts fluttering around his thick length as it impales you over and over. it’s a telltale sign of your orgasm, one toji has come to recognise quite easily.

“yeah? gonna make an even bigger mess on my cock?” he grins before pressing his chest against your sweaty back, blanketing your small body. the extra weight added to the ecstasy only makes you scream louder for him.

“yes, yes, yes! gonna cum!” you cry out, toes curling and eyes rolling back as you try to prolong your pleasure. even if it’s only for a second.

toji curses under his breath as his hips move faster to drive you over the edge. he can’t wait to feel your cunt get even tighter, to make it feel like you’re about to snap his dick off. he loves the pain mixed with the pleasure of your tightness.

“do it. cream all over me, c’mon, little girl. y’ can do it,” toji coaxes, delivering small smacks to your clit, causing your hips to jolt back with each slap. you can’t do it anymore— can’t hold on any longer.

you scream as you cum, your pussy spasming wildly around toji’s pulsing cock. that sensation alone has the older man gasping for air, nails digging into the flesh of your ass. no matter how many times he fucks you, the moment you cum, he automatically follows.

the way you squeeze his dick and hold onto it like you don’t want to let go is simply too much.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. g’nna make me bust a fat fuckin’ nut inside of you,” toji groans, his rhythm growing sloppy yet his thrusts are still deliciously hard, “gonna pump this pussy full of my load. breed ‘er nice and deep. shitt— take it!”

a strangled moan leaves his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass while his cock jolts inside of you. he pumps jet after jet of hot cum directly into your womb, tip rubbing against the deepest spot he can reach.

“eaaaasy, yeah, just like that. let it soak into ya,” toji hisses as his hips jerk erratically, “good girl. takin’ all of it so well.” it seems to go on forever as spurts of semen flood your insides for a good few seconds.

once your lover fully empties his balls inside of you, he feels himself grow weak. his thighs and arms tremble a bit from overexertion.

you collapse together in a sweaty heap, toji’s softening dick still buried deep inside of you. the only thing filling the room now is your heavy breathing as you slowly regain your composure. it’s quite a comfortable silence.

after a while, toji shifts. he pulls out with a wet squelch and watches with half-lidded eyes as thick, pearly globs of cum trickle down your slit. he grins lazily at the sight before turning you around.

you’re completely fucked out, it seems. your chest is heaving and your eyes are barely open. the trails of tears and drool on your face tells the man enough. toji wipes a stray strand of hair from your face with a haughty chuckle, “damn, keheh, fucked y’ real good. you okay though?”

you weakly nod in response before wrapping your arms around him. your hands rest on his broad back, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

toji hums and hugs you back, being careful not to squish you under his weight. he presses chaste kisses to your temple as he enjoys your frame molding perfectly against the hard muscles of his body.

“y’ did so well for me, little girl,” he comments gruffly, voice deep and a bit hoarse. you smile at the praise and murmur a small ‘thanks’. nothing is better than being able to feel safe with your lover after an intense session like that.

you pull back a bit and look up at toji with a little, playful grin. “guess i need to challenge you more often. felt too good, babe.”

toji lets out a small scoff and shakes his head. a ghost of a smirk appears on his lips as he slightly pinches your side. he holds you against his chest and buries his nose into your hair, sighing as he finally relaxes his weary body.

“y’ can try. might break ya for real next time, though.”

sitting on caleb’s face (insp by this tiktok audio)

who would’ve known that your boyfriend with big yearning, amethyst eyes would have the most unfiltered mouth? it came to you by surprise when one day in the middle of watching a movie, you caught him fixated on you and lost in thought.

“are you okay caleb? you look like you have something on your mind.”

he gave you a smug smile. “sit on it. i want you to sit on my face.”

you were taken aback, thought he was joking even. he lifted you by the hips and hovered you over his face. this was the first time he has ever ate you like this, so you were anxious and didn’t want to suffocate him or anything. as if he could read your mind, he reassured you with a squeeze.

“cmon pipsqueak. don’t be shy. stop hovering and just fucking sit on it. like a chair.”

“but-“

“don’t ask me if i can breathe, i want your full weight on my tongue now.” using his evol to sit you down fully onto his face and also using it around your wrists so you couldn’t run away from him.

if there was a way he wanted to go out, this was his immediate answer. no hesitation.

Men who cradle you after you cum, bringing you down from the haze of your own arousal with their thumb stroking your cheek and sweet kisses pressed between praises along your features. Soothing you like they’re not using their free hand to line up their cock for the next round 💗

satoru’s pregnant wife who can’t keep her hands off him. you’re far along now, and he swears that the more your stomach grows with his child, the hornier you get.

he had to keep on his toes around you in order to not get you so worked up. the pregnancy hormones were really getting to you, and you lashed out at him or cried over every little inconvenience. but what he had to be most careful about was the way he touched you.

if his hand lingered a little too long on your waist — the intention wholeheartedly innocent — you’d somehow take that as an invitation to palm his bulge. it’s happened numerous times recently—even in public!

his poor, pregnant wife had no shame nowadays. yeah, he’s done his fair share of groping your ass when others were around, but it was always under a private eye, secret giggles shared between the two of you.

unfortunately, you had picked up the habit of doing it out in the open. he couldn’t count the amount of times people would gawk in horror, all while you continued to browse the baby section, unbothered, as if you hadn’t squeezed his balls like a stress toy in front of dozens of people. maybe you were an exhibitionist?

satoru could only sigh. it was clear your thoughts only consisted of three things as of late: eat, sleep, and fuck.

how could he resolve this? he wanted to cry. this wasn’t fair! why couldn’t you be this thirsty for his cock when you weren’t pregnant. never in his life would he have thought you could out-freak him. and as badly as he wanted to fuck you senseless in return, he had to be gentle—cautious. sex was increasingly dangerous at this stage — according to the doctor after a long night of abusing your needy cunt — and you were driving him to the brink of madness with the way you were acting.

tensions were higher than they’ve ever been, neither of you speaking or acting on it. however, things came to ahead one morning while he was leaving for work. like usual, he stood by the door in his suit, prepared to head out after your usual once-over. it was a domestic routine he looked forward to every morning despite him whining in your ear about how he was going to be late, watching you with soft eyes as you “fix” his collar for the millionth time.

satoru wasn’t stupid. he could tell you were stalling for more time with him, not-so discreetly using it as an excuse to touch him. and don’t think he doesn’t notice how you’re practically sniffing him like an animal in heat. he knew just how much you loved the scent of his cologne, and it was as if you couldn’t help yourself around him when you caught a whiff of it.

now, here’s the part where he may have messed up. after your initial aggressive arousal towards him — plus with the advice the doctor gave him on the down low — he made sure to no longer kiss you on the lips in your current state, and instead, opted for your cheek. when you hand him his lunch, he leans himself down to your height, lips puckered to plant a chaste peck on your soft skin.

though, what he didn’t expect was for you to outmaneuver him, slapping both hands on the sides of his head, tugging him close to the point that he stumbles as you begin to utterly ravish his mouth.

“mff—!”, satoru sputters in protest against your lips, eyes wide open in shock. his lunch slips from his hand, the bag falling to the ground with a thud. shaky hands hover over your waist, your protruding stomach pressing against his hard abdomen as move against him as sensually as you can.

he doesn’t touch you back just yet, but you force him to. gripping his wrists, you bring his large hands up to palm your round, tender breasts that swelled throughout these past few months. your soft, cherry-flavored lips moved against his in desperation, and he finally responds back, moaning into your mouth with just as much fervor, squeezing the plump flush of your soft tits. the whimper you let out to the massage sends a shudder down his spine and goes straight to his cock.

you pull back, and he finds himself chasing after your lips until you plant a firm hand on his chest. his breathing is ragged, pupils dilated as satoru stares down at you through his blindfold. he takes in the sight of your kiss-swollen lips and furrowed brows, certain he appeared just as flustered.

before he can utter a word, you gaze up at him through your lashes, a cheeky glint in your eyes that he knows all too well.

“stay.” you pout, and he almost finds the willpower left in him to say no—

“please?”

you didn’t have to ask him twice.