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୨୧ — Every damn morning like clockwork, 5:45 AM. Tiny fingers pry one of Sukuna’s eyelids open, a small face hovering inches from his own. Her hair still wild from sleep, cheeks flushed with excitement, "Papa! Wake up!" Small hands nudging him while clutching her pink brush and collection of scrunchies against her pjs, "Hair time!"
Sukuna clicked his tongue, a massive hand engulfing her tiny face as he gently pushed her back, "Go back to bed, brat."
"Nooooo!" She whined, pushing his hand off her face and climbing onto his broad back, "You promised!"
With a displeased groan, he rolls over, causing her to slide off his back with a delighted squeal. Sitting up while running a hand through his own disheveled hair, he looks at the brat he helped create with a scowl, "Gimme that," he grumbles, snatching the brush from her.
She scrambles into his lap, her small back pressed against his chest, practically vibrating with excitement. Sukuna couldn’t relate, it was early… too early, like always. He looks down at the top of her head and mutters under his breath, "She was supposed to be a boy..."
Propping yourself up on one elbow, you trace your fingers over his the tattoos that decorate his warm arm, "You say that every morning," you tease him softly.
"Because it's true every morning," he fires back, but the corner of his mouth twitches upward. Awkwardly, he begins working through her tangles, his calloused hands- hands that at times come home bloody, now trying to be gentle with his daughter's delicate scalp.
"Ooww! Papa!!! You're pulling!"
"Stay still then..." he grunts, trying again with more care, "Your hair's a damn mess." As he brushes through her strands, he couldn't help but think how absurd this was- he was Sukuna Ryomen, the fucking guy who’s got everyone pissing their pants in fear… The guy who was born out of bloodshed, who's never had a single care for the lives he's taken. How the hell did he end up with a little girl, a wife, and a home? … His eyes softened as they narrowed, how the hell did he find himself fearing for this tiny things future- the day she's old enough to be married off to a man like him…?
He’s grown soft…
But it doesn't mean he won't rip out the throat of any man who dares lay a finger on her...
You watch, warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of Sukuna struggling, being utterly defeated by a five year old's bedhead, "Want me to take over-"
"No!" both father and daughter respond in unison, making you throw your hands up in surrender before they decide to kick you out of bed.
"I got this," Sukuna insists, his fingers, more accustomed to handling weapons and violence than hair accessories, fumbling with the thin strands. His brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to separate her hair into sections. How the fuck was he supposed to make three even parts again?
Your daughter looks over at you, wholesome pride in her eyes. This was their thing- this morning struggle that somehow means everything to both of them. Even if Sukuna doesn't admit it, he loves being the protective girl dad... enjoys feeling needed and special in this way.
You lean against his bare shoulder as you watch him separate her hair into three uneven sections, trying to remember how braiding works. The girl in his lap patiently waits with the biggest smile, offering encouraging words as if she's the adult coaching the child.
"Papa! Papa! Like this! Over not under, remember? You did it yesterday!"
"Yesterday I fucked it up too." he mumbles, starting over for a third time.
When he finally manages something resembling a braid, secured with her favorite sparkly leopard scrunchie, she hops off his lap to examine his work in the bathroom mirror. You take the opportunity to press a kiss to Sukuna’s shoulder, then his neck, then the corner of his mouth, "Looks like you're getting better~."
"Don't start what you can't finish," he warns, his voice dropping lower as he turns to catch your lips properly. His hand coming up to squeeze your cheek possessively.
Your daughter returns before you could respond, beaming despite the crooked, messy braid that's already coming undone at the bottom, "Perect! Thank you, Papa!"
Sukuna breaks away from you, looking down at her, at this tiny little being who fears nothing about him... not his size, not his tattoos, not how he puts the fear of god in her preschool teacher. She sees only her papa, the man who makes her burnt pancakes and braids her hair poorly.
The man who protects you- her mother, and would do anything for her. The man who would secretly die for her…
Placing his hand on the top of her head, he gives it a little ruffle, "Yeah kid... perfect."
pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (medieval fantasy au)
summary: It’s expected for a princess to have a personal guard, especially when you’re an only child and heir to the kingdom. The knight who has watched over you since childhood is retiring and, much to your dismay, your father decides to put his best soldier on the job as his replacement - Ryomen Sukuna, the Kingdom’s most vicious warrior and far from your biggest fan.
Little did you know that Sukuna would end up tangling himself in your life in ways you never could’ve anticipated.
word count: 144k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, princess!reader, enemies to lovers, slow-burn(ish), forbidden relationship, medieval fantasy setting, fluff, angst, protective sukuna, fingering, spanking, sex dreams, violence, parent death, grief, confusing emotions, reader is chaotic, graphic violence, combat, bullying, anxiety, arranged marriages, references to child loss/misscarriage (not by the reader!), parental neglect, jealousy, depression, suicidal ideation, kidnapping, attempted sexual assault, injury, piv sex
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⚚ when higuruma’s boss called him late notice, and told him he had a case that would last twelve days, he nearly ripped his own hair out. how the hell would he survive being away from you for that long? he didn’t even like taking too long using the bathroom for fucks sake, always afraid of missing any word you said.
at some point he started a habit of taking you in there with him, making you sit on the sink and continue your yap sessions while he did what he needed to. part of him seriously thought about stuffing you in his briefcase to come along whenever work called.
many of your friends were concerned with how clingy he was.. and the amount of aggression he’d show when he couldn’t be, but you quickly waved them off. higuruma just loved you so much! maybe a lot more than the average person should, but you didn’t mind it, which is why you always rushed to his defense.
higuruma was flattered you were so protective of him, but your friends really weren’t wrong to be worried, he was downright obsessed with you. everyone could see it but you.
guilt washed over him constantly— here you were thinking he was the best boyfriend in the world, but mostly the guy was just a selfish over thinker. what if someone tried taking his place beside you while it was empty?
oh helllll no.
“aht keep your hands off baby,” his low voice was soothing but it had a slight sternness to it. your legs wrapped around his waist while you were pinned in a mating press, forced to feel every inch of him.
“if you push me again, ‘m gonna have to spank my princess. y’want that angel? hmm?”
you started drooling when your eyes locked on his droopy ones, he hadn’t stopped staring and it was driving you quite insane. you couldn’t stop your hands that instinctively started pushing him again, “ngh- hiro! n..need you s’bad!”
the smack that followed was loud, and your clit was stinging before you could even process what had happened. “cmonn pretty don’t be bad please, i leave soon. please?”
something about his begging had your walls squeezing him even more. higuruma leaned down, tucking his head into your neck to the point his lips grazed your ear.
you were babbling a bunch of nonsense but it sounded damn near poetic to him. he could listen to you for hours.
“daddy’s gonna miss you soo much princess. s..so much-” his whispers slowly turned into whimpers, every sound only pushed you further over the edge. “w..will you miss me? tell me please, need to hear you..”
“im g..gonna- mm- miss you too! always miss youuu!” you couldn’t believe you were slurring out words like this. and it was even harder to believe that he actually understood them.
his free hand crept down your thigh— only stopping once it got to your foot, kissing the heel before putting your white toes to his lips.
he was silent aside from a few grunts, and when higuruma got quiet it never meant anything good. it meant he was up to something.
the man started thinking about not pulling out. the thought came on a whim and it kept growing the more he looked at your fucked out face.
would you be mad? maybe try to leave him? well, its not like he’d ever let you do a silly thing like that.
he couldn’t have you going anywhere, or ever try to walk out on him. you’d already agreed to be his forever, what’s the harm in a little extra precaution? you did always love nanami’s kids..
“need to m..make you a mama, yeah? get you all filled with my babies, walking ‘round with that belly, showing everybody you’re mine- shit shit.” you nearly cut the circulation off in his shaft when you heard his words.
he chuckled low and rubbed your pudge, imagining all the ways your body would fill in while carrying part of him. “i see my pretty pussy likes the idea… now 'm just waiting on my pretty girl.”
when he slapped your thigh you knew he wanted an answer. in an instant you nodded mindlessly— not caring much about anything besides his tip that brushed against your womb. or the fat thumb that circled your clit with purpose. “ohhh my goshh yes! i want it, want my baby, pleasee!”
choso promising to only rub against you but ends up stuffing you full anyway !
choso had just dicked you down so good not even an hour ago, left you all messy and shaky on the sheets with his cum still leaking slow out of your overworked little pussy. you could barely move, legs trembling every time you tried to shift, sore in the best way possible. your whole body felt like jelly, clit still pulsing faintly from how hard he’d made you cum earlier, walls all puffy and sensitive inside.
and yet there he was again... hovering over you with those big pleading puppy eyes, cock already rock-hard and drooling a thick bead of precum against your thigh. he looked so desperate, cheeks flushed dark pink, lips parted like he was starving for you all over again.
“baby please,” he whined so soft that you almost melted right there. “just wanna feel you again… jus’ rub it on your pussy, i swear. won’t put it in. promise.”
his voice cracked a little at the end, hips already rocking tiny desperate thrusts against you like he couldn’t control himself. you knew he was lying to himself more than to you, but god— he sounded so needy, so sweet, biting his lip and gazing down at you like you were his whole world... how could you say no when he begged like that? especially when yourw still so full of him from earlier that the thought of taking him again made your clit throb even thru the ache, even if your poor pussy begged for a break.
“okay… only rubbing, cho,” you mumbled softly. “be good, yeah?”
he nodded frantically, leaning down to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your nose like he was trying to thank you with every gentle press of his lips. his hands shook a little as he nudged your thighs apart wider, still sensitive and sticky from his earlier load. he groaned low in his throat the second the fat head of his cock kissed your swollen folds, sliding up thru the mess of cum and slick with one slow drag that made your breath hitch.
“f-fuck— you’re so wet still… so warm,” he breathed against your mouth, hips stuttering already as he dragged himself back down, coating his length in the slick leaking out of you.
he kept it slow at first, just gliding his thick cock along your slit, the wet filthy sound of it echoing every time he nudged ur clit - loud squelches that made heat pool in your belly despite the soreness. you whimpered every time he caught your entrance but didn’t push in, thighs quivering around his waist as his tip bumped your clit so perfectly, sending little sparks through your nerves. his pre mixed with your slick and his earlier cum, making everything even messier, strings of it connecting his cock to yourr pussy lips each time he pulled back.
“feels so good, baby… your pussy’s sucking at me even when i’m not inside,” he panted, his voice wrecked and husky. he rolled his hips, his tip catching just right so you arched with a broken moan, nails scratching lightly at his arms.
but then his hips twitched harder.
and harder.
the head caught - just barely notched inside your fluttering hole and he froze, breathing ragged and uneven. you felt the stretch already, your walls clenching greedily around the intrusion even tho you were still so tender.
“cho— wait—” you tried to warn, hands pushing weakly at his chest, but you voice came out all breathy and weak.
“‘m sorry...” he choked out immediately, but he didn’t pull back. instead, he sank in one thick devastating inch, eyes fluttering shut like he was in heaven. your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open on a silent sob because fuck— he was still so big, stretching you open all over again when your walls were already puffy and raw from earlier. the burn mixing with pleasure, your pussy gushing more slick around him as he inched deeper.
“just—jus’ the tip, baby, please,” he begged against your lips even as his hips rolled forward again, feeding you another fat inch that made you gasp sharp. “you’re so tight… can’t— can’t think when ur squeezing me like that… fuck, your pussy’s so hot inside, all creamy from earlier…”
he was already bottoming out before he even finished the sentence, cock buried to the hilt in one long greedy slide that punched the air out of your lungs. you cried out sharp and high, nails digging into his broad shoulders, legs kicking uselessly against the mattress as he filled you completely, balls pressed snug against your ass. the mess from earlier squelched out around his base, his old cum pushed deeper or leaking out in thick globs, coating the sheets in sticky filth.
“cho— s’too much—!” you sobbed, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming stretch.
“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry...” he babbled, kissing all over your face in frantic apology even as he started fucking you in deep punishing strokes that made the bed creak. “can’t help it— h-haahh... you feel too fucking good— pussy’s milking me so hard, baby… gripping me like you don’t wanna let go…”
he planted both feet firm on the mattress, knees bent high, hips angled so he could drill even deeper, folding you practically in half with your knees shoved up near your ears.
you were helpless like that, completely open for him while he pounded down into you like he was trying to carve himself into your guts, every thrust punching a wet squelch out of your stuffed cunt. creamy white rings of cum and slick frothed at the base of his cock, smearing messy across both of your thighs, dripping down your ass and pooling on the sheets in nasty puddles.
the sounds were so lewd.. sloppy wet slaps mixed with your broken cries and his guttural grunts, the air in the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
choso was so into it - grunting low and animalistic, sweat dripping off his forehead onto your collarbone, muttering the nastiest and sweetest things against your tear-streaked cheeks while his hips snapped brutal and relentless. his cock dragged thick and heavy along your walls, bullying your g-spot with every deep plunge, veins pulsing against your sensitive spots until your mind went mushy.
“taking me so well… my good girl… look at this pretty pussy swallowing every inch— fuck, you’re made for this cock, yeah? made to get fucked stupid like this… your walls are fluttering so tight around me, baby, like you’re begging for more even tho you’re sobbing…”
you could barely hear him over the wet slapping sounds and your own broken sobs, your body jolting with every harsh thrust. your brain felt melted, thoughts gone, nothing left except the delicious drag of him inside you, splitting you open over and over, the way his tip almost kissed your cervix deep enough to make stars burst behind your eyelids.
your hands scrabbled uselessly at his toned back, clinging to all that hard muscle while he used you like his personal fuck doll, pounding you so hard your tits bounced and your legs shook against him. slick squirted out around his cock on particularly rough thrusts, spraying fine and messy, making everything even sloppier as he beat your pussy up without mercy.
“cho... mnnghh s’big— too big—!” you hiccuped, tears spilling hot down your pretty face, body trembkling uncontrollably.
“i know baby, i know,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, licking at the salty tears with a soft hum. “but you take it so pretty… look so cute crying on my dick… gonna cum again for me? gonna let me fill u up twice tonight, hm? yoir pussy’s already so full, but i’ll stuff you even more, yeah? make you leak for days…”
you couldn’t even answer. just wailed when he ground deeper and stayed there, impaling you full of his dick, pulsing hot while bullying your g-spot until your whole body locked up and you came so hard you saw white, your pussy clenching vise-tight around him, gushing slick that soaked his balls and the sheets.
“shiiit— that’s a good girl... cumming for me like that— yeah baby... m’cumming too fuck—!” he followed right after with a choked groan, hips jerking erratic while he pumped another thick load into you, so much it overflowed immediately and spilling out in warm spurts around his shaft, dripping down your crack and ruining everything even more in hot sticky waves.
when he finally collapsed on top of you, still buried deep and twitching inside, both of you were a sweaty sticky mess, breathing heavily and tangled up.
he leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your throat, mumbling sorry’s and i love you’s like he hadn’t just railed you into next week, his hands stroking your sides gentle now.
you caught your breath for a minute, then patted his back weakly, voice hoarse.
“…sex ban. starting tomorrow.”
he froze. lifted his head. blinked those big round eyes at you all innocent.
“wait— wha—”
“yep. sex ban. no more pussy for a week.”
he pouted so dramatically you almost laughed despite how ruined you felt, lips trembling like a kicked puppy.
“…but baby—”
“no buts. you’re on timeout, big guy.”
he dropped his face into your neck with the saddest little whine, already trying to negotiate with tiny kisses along your skin, mumbling how he’d be good next time.
he was sooo fucked. literally and figuratively.
note. again... not proofread so sorry for the typos or any errors if there’s any !
Cockwarming law professor! Higuruma while he's grading papers ☆
You straddled his lap, your skirt hiked up around your waist, panties long discarded on the floor. His thick cock was buried deep inside your pussy, stretching you full and unmoving, the heat of him pulsing against your walls as you fought to stay still.
Higuruma's dark eyes flicked between the essay in his hand and your flushed face, his large nose brushing your cheek as he adjusted his glasses with one hand.
"Quiet now," Higuruma murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest and into you. He shifted slightly, just enough to make your inner muscles clench around his length, drawing a soft gasp from your lips.
"These papers won't grade themselves, and you're not helping by squirming like that." His free hand rested on your hip, fingers digging in firmly to hold you in place, the calluses from endless hours of writing scraping your skin.
You bit your lip, nodding as you leaned forward, your breasts pressing against the crisp fabric of his button-up shirt. The fullness of him inside you was intoxicating—every subtle twitch sending sparks up your spine—but you knew better than to grind down. Not yet. "Sorry, Professor," you whispered, your breath hot against his neck. "It's just... you feel so good. So deep."
He hummed in acknowledgment, turning a page with deliberate slowness, the red pen in his grip scratching notes in the margins. But his cock throbbed inside you, betraying his focus, the tip nudging that sensitive spot that made your thighs tremble.
"Flattery won't get you extra credit," he replied dryly, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. His hand slid up your back, tilting your head back gently, exposing your throat. He leaned in, lips grazing the pulse point there. "But if you can stay still for the next ten pages, maybe I'll reward you."
The promise hung in the air, thick as the arousal coating where your bodies joined. You clenched involuntarily around him again, your pussy fluttering as wetness trickled down his shaft, soaking his balls. Higuruma's breath hitched, his pen pausing mid-sentence. "Naughty," he chided, his voice dropping an octave. He set the paper aside momentarily, both hands now gripping your ass, spreading you wider on him without thrusting. The stretch burned sweetly, your clit brushing his pubic bone in a tease that had you whimpering.
"Please," you begged softly, rolling your hips just a fraction despite his warning. The friction was minimal, but it dragged his veined length along your walls, making your toes curl in your shoes. "I need to move. You're so hard—fuck, Professor, you're throbbing."
He captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue sweeping in to silence your pleas, tasting the desperation on your lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide behind his glasses.
"Patience," he growled, picking up the next paper as if nothing had happened. But his hips bucked up once, sharp and controlled, burying himself to the hilt and making you cry out. Your nails dug into his shoulders, pussy spasming around him as the jolt of pleasure shot straight to your core.
For several agonizing minutes, he graded in silence, the only sounds the scratch of his pen and your ragged breaths.
You could feel every inch of him—hot, rigid, the ridge of his head pressing insistently against your cervix. Your arousal dripped steadily now, creating a slick mess between you, the scent of sex mingling with his cologne. Desperate for more, you nuzzled his jaw, murmuring, "How many left? I can't... I need you to fuck me."
Higuruma's pen stilled again, and he dropped the stack entirely this time, papers scattering across the desk. "Enough," he rasped, finally giving in. His hands clamped down on your hips, lifting you just to slam you back down, his cock spearing deep.
You moaned loudly, head falling back as he set a punishing rhythm, the chair creaking under the force. "You wanted this, didn't you? Sitting on my cock like a good little student, teasing me while I work."
"Yes—God, yes," you gasped, bouncing on him now, your pussy swallowing him greedily with each descent. His thrusts were precise, hitting that spot over and over, building the coil in your belly tighter. One hand snaked between you, thumb circling your clit in firm strokes that made your vision blur.
"Cum for me," he ordered, voice strained as his own release neared, cock swelling inside you. "Milk my dick—show me how much you needed it." The words pushed you over, your orgasm crashing through you in waves, walls clamping down rhythmically as you shuddered in his lap. Higuruma followed with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as he flooded your pussy with hot spurts of cum, filling you until it leaked out around him.
He held you there afterward, both of you panting, his softening cock still sheathed inside your pulsing heat. "Papers can wait," he murmured against your lips, stealing a lazy kiss. "You've earned a break."
18+ MDNI, smut - accidentally calling bf!toji 'daddy' in bed
tojis got you on your stomach with your head turned sideways on the pillow. arms all wobbly and useless. you’re babbling - barely coherent - while he fucks into you slow and deep.
his hands firm on your hips. voice low and smug in your ear. “so fuckin’ tight, baby. makin’ all these cute little noises.”
you sob something that’s not really a word.
“what was that?” he huffs a laugh. “couldn’t hear you, sweetheart.”
your toes curl.
he’s big. that massive cock that always stretches you just a little too much until you’re wrung out and trembling. of course, tonight’s no different. he’s been fucking you for what feels like age. slow and punishing. letting you feel every inch like he’s trying to ruin you permanently.
your brain’s melting. your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.
“d-daddy-“
you freeze. he stills. mid-thrust. a beat of silence.
oh my fucking god. you did not just say that.
you bury your face in the pillow, mortified. “i-i didn’t- i wasn’t-“
he growls, “say it again.”
you peek up, startled. “what?”
his hand comes down, sharp on your ass.
you yelp.
“say it again, baby. you said it so sweet.”
you squirm. he rolls his hips into you, slow and filthy.
“go on. i’ll fuck you just how you like. but you first have to say it.”
you choke on a moan. “daddy-“
he groans.
grabs you by the waist and pounds into you - harder, deeper and rougher than before. the bed creaks. the air knocks from your lungs.
“fuck, that’s it. that’s my girl.”
he doesn’t let up. you’re clawing at the sheets. crying out with every thrust and he’s right there behind you. his breathing ragged, hands all over your hips and waist and thighs.
“you like that? like daddy fuckin’ you stupid?”
you nod frantically. “yes- yes- please don’t stop-”
“didn’t know you were such a little slut for it, baby,” he leans down and presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. “shoulda called me that sooner.”
you shatter after that.
cry out his name while you fall apart underneath him. your legs shaking. throat raw. he finishes not long after, groaning into your skin with his cock buried to the hilt. you both collapse in a mess of sweat and shaky limbs.
after a minute, he reaches for a tissue, still catching his breath.
“you alright, princess?”
you cover your face. “i can never show my face again.”
he laughs.
“what, because you called me daddy? please. you think i didn’t love that? i’m gonna bring it up every time you ask me for anything now.”
you groan.
he leans over and kisses your cheek.
“‘daddy can you get me a glass of water,’” he mocks you in a fake high-pitched voice.
you smack his chest.
he’s grinning.
“spoiled little thing. but you’re my little thing.”
A/N: I feel like I haven't written a toji fic that wasn't apart of the fushiguro family series in AGES! so here's one!!!
you dropped your daughter off at kento’s apartment like every other friday, the four year old already bouncing in his arms the second he opened the door, chubby hands reaching for his tie while she babbled about her day at preschool.
he was still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up neat, blonde hair a little messy from the long hours but his smile was soft and real when he looked at her, the same calm steady patience he always had.
things between you two hadn’t worked out, the fights got too loud and the silences too heavy after she was born, but kento never missed a single pickup, never skipped a bedtime story, never forgot the tiny sailor moon backpack she loved. he was the best dad, always had been, and watching him swing her around gently while promising ice cream tomorrow made your chest ache in that familiar way you tried to ignore.
tonight though the handoff stretched longer than usual. she fell asleep on his couch mid-story when you arrived to pick her up and he offered you tea like always, voice low and polite, but the air felt thicker, eyes lingering on your mouth when you sipped from the mug. one thing led to another, quiet words turning into his hand on your waist, then your back against the kitchen counter, then somehow both of you stumbling into his bedroom still half dressed.
now he had you folded up so perfectly in full nelson, strong arms hooked under your knees and locked tight behind your neck, pinning u helpless against his chest while he thrust up from behind. you back arched hard over his torso, legs spread wide and useless in the air, pussy completely exposed and stretched around every thick inch of his cock as he pounded deep into you. the position kept you folded in half like a pretty little pretzel, spine curved, ass lifted off the bed just enough for him to slam home over and over, heavy balls slapping wet against your skin with every brutal snap of his hips.
“fuck… still so tight for me,” he groaned right against your ear, voice all gravelly and already wrecked. your pussy took him so greedily, puffy lips creaming thick white rings around the base of his cock every time he bottomed out, messy slick dripping down his balls and soaking the sheets underneath. each thrust made wet squelching sounds echo loud in the quiet room, your walls fluttering and clenching like they never wanted to let him go, gushing fresh cream every time his fat tip bullied against your cervix.
you could barely breathe, arms trapped useless at your sides, body bouncing helpless in his iron grip while he fucked you senseless, hips pistoning up fast and mean. “ken… ahhhn… s’too deep—hah…” your voice came out all broken and babbling, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming stretch, pussy creaming even harder around him till it frothed white and bubbly at the fat base.
he didn’t slow, just growled low and fucked up harder into your poor cunt, using his strength to bounce you on his cock like u weighed nothing, the slap of skin so filthy and loud.
“come back to me, love” he panted hot against ur neck, teeth grazing your skin while he ground deep and stayed there for a second, letting u feel every throbbing inch. “miss this pussy… miss my wife… come home, baby, let me take care of both of you again.” his cock twitched hard inside you at the words, dragging another gush of cream from your fluttering walls as he started pounding even meaner, hips snapping up relentless.
your head spun, vision blurry from how full you felt, pussy clenching around him like vice, slick running down your ass and soaking his balls.
“nnghh… kento—ahhn… can’t… too much… hahh…” you whined incoherently, body shaking in his hold, legs trembling uselessly in the air while he railed you stupid, the position keeping you pinned perfectly for every deep stroke.
he just kept going, voice dropping lower and even filthier. “look at how you’re creaming all over me… still mine, yeah? this pussy knows who it belongs to.” another brutal thrust, another wet squelch of your cunt, your walls spasming wild around his thickness till u were sobbing soft little sounds, cumming hard and gushing around him while he fucked you right through it.
after, when you were both panting and sticky, still tangled on the sheets, yoi finally caught your breath enough to mumble against his chest, “this… doesn’t mean anything yet… just.. give me time to... think about this.” your voice was all soft and breathy, pussy still twitching around his softening cock.
kento just huffed a quiet laugh, his big hand stroking down your back slow and gentle like he used to, lips burshing your sweaty temple. “still saying that after i just fucked you senseless? we might’ve made a sibling for our daughter tonight, sweetheart… but sure, take all the time you need.” he pressed one last soft kiss to your hair, arms tightening around you like he had no plans of letting go anytime soon.
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‧₊ ˚⊹ husband!higuruma wants you to ride his face after work 18+
you don’t even need to tell hiromi what you want (need) after a long day at work. all you have to do is shut the door a little harder than usual, kick your shoes off with a little more force, and he’s already in front of you, hands running up and down your back. your hands slip around his neck as you pull him closer to you, resting your head on his chest.
you know he’s had a tough day at work, as he always does. his tie is loose around his neck, top buttons of his white shirt undone. the two of you stand there in silence, letting the comfort of finally being at home in each other’s arms envelop you.
he doesn't need to ask you how your day was. you don't need to ask him. the both of you know it all too well; the stress, the fatigue, the sleepless nights. it’s even rare for you to be at home at the same time at an adequate hour in the evenings. so, the fact that you’re finally alone with him before midnight on a weekday is making you unreasonably horny. you can smell his aftershave from the morning lingering on his skin, feel the warmth of his calloused palms as they caress your bare arms.
it’s been days—no, weeks—since the two of you have had sex. but you don't want to burden him, to ask him to pick you up and take care of you in the ways you so desperately crave. so, the two of you trudge to your shared bedroom to get changed out of your stifling work clothes.
higuruma watches you as you slide your trousers off, arms folded across his chest, the muscles in his forearms drawn taut. as you begin to unbutton your shirt, you feel his firm chest brush up against your back, hands slipping the fabric off of your body and snaking around your bare waist, pulling you close. he dips his head down, peppering loving kisses across your shoulders, trailing upwards to your neck. as he nips at your skin and his hands roam over your stomach, lightly massaging your breasts, you can't help but sigh. it’s laced with need and longing, and your husband knows this.
“hiromi,” your breath catches. just the raw, skin-to-skin contact is making arousal pool in your underwear, thighs squeezing together on instinct.
“let me eat you out,” he whispers, breath fanning against your ear and making your stomach flutter. “please.”
“but you must be so tired, baby. don’t worry about me, you should rest,” you tell him, though your body gives away your desires, automatically leaning into his touch. “you’ve had a long day.”
“so have you,” he mumbles into your skin. “let me take care of you.”
every nerve in your body is screaming at you to just take his offer and indulge yourself for one night.
your husband turns you to face him. he leans in closer. now, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with sweat on his skin. it’s musky and heavy and so so him. his eyes flick down to your lips and he presses his against yours. the kiss is tender and full of all the love you hold for one another but never have the time to say. his taste is familiar; reminds you of home.
as he tangles his tongue with yours, he starts to gently push you towards the bed behind you. he breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to yours, and rests his hands on your shoulders. you sit on the edge of the bed and shuffle backwards, leaning against the mess of pillows at the head of the mattress, elbows planted by your sides.
you clench together to try and provide some semblance of friction between your legs, where your clit is aching with need. slowly, higuruma crawls towards you. he parts your legs and you let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, his rough hands running across the burning hot skin of your inner thighs. a soft exhale escapes his lips when his gaze falls upon the damp spot that has begun to spread across your cotton underwear. you suddenly feel exposed, sitting here in nothing but your bra and panties, whilst he’s fully dressed and looking up at you with glassy, pleading eyes.
he leans his head against the inside of your plush flesh, and you extend a hand to cup his face. the ebony haired man in front of you nuzzles into your palm as you stroke your thumb across his cheek. hiromi begins to kiss the inside of your hand, sending chills scampering down your spine, and never once breaking eye contact with you.
“please,” he pulls away slightly and his voice cracks with hunger. “let me make you feel good. you deserve it.”
higuruma shifts his body to be face to face with your clothed, yet still drenched, pussy.
“i don’t want to burden you, hiromi—”
you’re cut off by him pressing his nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply. “you’re never a burden,” he kisses your core. “i can relieve your stress for you. i want to help you out.” his worship of your body as if it were a temple makes butterflies swarm within you.
you nod lightly, any sense of resolve dissipating in an instant. “okay.”
hiromi wastes no time in peeling the sticky fabric away from you, tossing them to the ground and revealing your drooling cunt. it’s almost embarrassing, the way you're already dripping so much for him, slick oozing out of your hole after all he’s done is talk to you sweetly.
your husband swallows thickly. “sit on my face,” his voice drops down an octave and your stomach lurches.
obediently, you follow his command. whilst he rolls over on to his back, you position yourself over him, straddling his face. it’s obscene how soaked you are—you think you can literally feel a drop of wetness drip down your inner leg—from the way your husband is gazing up at you right now. his eyes are half-lidded, jaw slightly agape as he breathes heavily, eager to taste you. who would have thought that a few weeks of abstinence would leave you so desperate to be touched?
“sit.” hiromi’s voice is husky and deep and he wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you down on to his face.
you can feel his breath flutter against your heat as you sink down on him. he presses a gentle kiss against you, then kitten licks at your clit, and your body tenses up in anticipation. instinctively, your hips buck down to chase his mouth.
higuruma laughs, low and sultry. the vibrations reverberate throughout your body and make you shudder.
“so eager.”
before you have time to scold him, he licks a strip up from your candied entrance to your throbbing clit, tongue flat against your folds. a strangled cry escapes your throat, the noise guttural and raw. it’s been so long since you’d had time alone with him, even the most mundane of acts feels almost overstimulating.
hiromi’s eyes flutter closed as he moans into you, lapping up your juices like a man starved.
“mmh,” he groans. “missed your taste.”
his words fly straight to your pussy; your hole quivers around nothing. your hands find the headboard in front of you and, when he glides between your folds, you grip it so tightly your knuckles start to turn white. his warm, wet tongue traces patterns into your clit, and the bliss is so overwhelming that you can’t help but whiiiine his name out. he’s slurping and gulping all of you and the sounds coming from the two of you are nothing if not filthy.
and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he plunges his tongue into you. in this position, his nose is pressing up against your clit, providing a mind-numbing pleasure that ripples over your body in electrifying waves.
“fuuuuck, hiromi,” you mewl. “feels so—hah—good.”
you’re grinding down into his face now, velvety walls clenching around him with every push of his nose against you. his hands guide your hips as you fuck his mouth, legs trembling above him.
“keep going, baby,” he grunts. “use me.”
higuruma pumps his tongue in and out, curling it inside, nose relentlessly rubbing up and down your clit as he moves his head to match the pace of your hips. your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy. helpless pleas tumble from your lips as he coaxes an orgasm out of you.
“h-hiromi, ngh, so close,” you whimper.
any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you until your brain turned to mush. today, however, he takes pity on his poor, overworked wife, and decides to let you take what you need from him.
“you’ve worked so hard, baby,” he rasps, letting up his ministrations temporarily to praise you. “you deserve to cum, right?”
“mhm,” your eyes are screwed shut in complete ecstasy as you thrust onto his face oh-so-desperately. “s-so close, i can’t hold out—”
your dewy slick is coating his nose, leaking down the sides of his mouth and his chin and higuruma is utterly drunk on your smell, your taste, on you. you fervently rock your hips, chasing your high with nothing in your brain other than hiromi, hiromi, hiromi.
he withdraws his tongue from inside of you and drives it against your sticky silk, incessantly swirling around your clit. then he sucks, and you gush on his mouth.
“shit—fuck—hiromi, ‘m cumming—”
your thighs clamp around his head, hard, and you cry out. the pleasure overtakes your body in full force, euphoria coursing through your veins and clouding your vision. the man underneath you continues to lick you through your orgasm, your muscles convulsing uncontrollably. to hiromi, the sight is exquisite: you, writhing above him, moaning his name out so deliciously. it’s almost enough to make him cum in his pants.
and when you come down from your high, body slumping next to him, he just pulls you close to him, nestling your bodies together.
“thank you,” you whisper, fatigue spreading throughout your body. “i needed that. i love you.”
“i’ll do anything for you,” he kisses the top of your head. “always.”
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note i wrote this then realised that @porcelainut has a fic that's very similar, so please check out their work too !! happy higuruma anime debut day :D (his nose is so sexy lol)
18+ toji realises just how much you like to be called doll ୨୧
the first time he used the nickname was when you had got all dressed up for dinner one night, wearing the sweetest dress and looking so pretty in the makeup you'd put on. "looking like such a doll," he'd said, kissing the top of your forehead. he immediately noticed the way your breath hitched in your throat and how you looked away the way you did whenever you got shy.
from then on, he's been using that pet-name for you religiously. "morning doll"; "how was work, doll?"; "you done in there, doll?" — every waking moment of the day and night, he's calling you that, just adoring the way you look so abashed and how your voice turns so giddy and sugary afterwards.
and now, with his fat cock plunged inside your syrupy walls, pistoning his hips into you at a brutal pace, he decides to call you that sweet name in the bedroom, wanting to see just how much of an effect it has on you.
"like when i fuck you like this, doll?"
the way your pussy clenches so hard around his length, squeezing him like you're already trying to milk him dry, even he feels himself hissing at the delectable feeling. "fuck," he chuckles lowly, lips turning up into that signature smirk of his. "just a pathetic little fuckdoll, aren't ya?"
a string of babbles and whimpers escape from your parted lips, clawing your nails down his back and leaving red lines all over his muscles. he can tell you're already close by the way you're grabbing onto him and as he thrusts deeper into your velvety cunt, he whispers by your ear, "make a mess f'me, dollface."
with those last few words, you're gushing all over his cock, juices soaking him and the sheets below. he pulls out and watches with eyes blown wide open, entranced with the way you're trembling and squirting everywhere. it is the hottest sight he has ever seen before and he needs to see it all over again.
before you can even take a second to breathe, he's burying his cock back into your dripping pussy, making you arch your back off the bed and crying out his name so loud, you're sure the neighbours can hear. but he doesn't care. he's going to ruin you and use you like the pretty little fuckdoll you are — until everyone in a five mile radius remembers his name.
your familys not sure how to feel about olderbf!toji (smut) ☆
the air in your aunt’s living room was thick with the smell of pot roast and quiet judgment. toji stood beside you, a mountain of muscle in a simple black button-down that strained across his shoulders, his presence seeming to swallow the polite chatter whole. he’d been perfectly civil—a low grunt of greeting, a firm handshake that made your father blink—but his eyes held a lazy, predatory amusement as he surveyed the room.
you could hear the whispers threading through the clink of china.
“...must be what, forty? easy…”
“...practically robbing the cradle, susan, i mean look at him…”
“...older than mike, i swear…”
toji’s hand, resting possessively on the small of your back, gave a slight, deliberate squeeze. you glanced up and saw the corner of his mouth twitch. he’d heard every word.
dinner was a minefield of pointed questions. your uncle ron, who was indeed two years younger than toji, leaned forward. “so, toji. what is it you do, exactly?”
toji took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze steady. “this and that. security work. freelance.” his voice was a low rumble that somehow silenced the table. “body’s the tool. keeps me fit.”
the way he said it wasn’t a brag. it was a simple, brutal fact. a few aunts fanned themselves. later, as you were clearing dessert plates in the kitchen, you felt him crowd you against the counter, his front to your back, his breath hot on your ear.
“hear ‘em all talkin’, baby?” he murmured, his voice thick with smug satisfaction. “callin’ me old.”
“they don’t know anything,” you whispered, leaning back into his solid heat.
“oh, they know,” he chuckled, a dark, velvety sound. one of his big hands slid around your hip, palming you through your dress.
“they see it. pisses ‘em off ‘cause they know i can do things those soft little uncles of yours only dream about.” his fingers dipped beneath the hem, finding you already wet for him, just from his proximity, from his arrogant, delicious confidence. “gonna show you when we get home just what this old man can do.”
he pressed a single, rough kiss to the side of your neck, a promise that made your knees weak, before sauntering back into the living room, leaving you breathless against the counter. the knowing, triumphant smirk he threw over his shoulder was for you alone.
the drive home was a thick, silent tension. his large hand rested high on your thigh, his thumb stroking idle, possessive circles that burned through the fabric of your dress. he didn’t speak. he just let the promise hang in the air between you, heavy and potent.
“toji…” you breathed out, the word barely a whisper.
“save it,” he rumbled, his eyes on the road but his focus entirely on the heat under his hand. “gonna hear plenty from you soon.”
the moment your apartment door clicked shut, the civility evaporated. he spun you, your back hitting the wall, his body caging you in. the smug amusement from earlier was gone, replaced by a raw, hungry intensity.
“all those whispers,” he growled, his mouth descending to your throat, biting just shy of pain. “all those looks. like i’m some fuckin’ predator who stole their sweet little girl.” his hands shoved the straps of your dress down, baring you to the cool air and his hotter gaze. “maybe they’re right.”
“ah—!” you gasped as his mouth found your breast, his tongue laving over your nipple before sucking hard.
he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, not bothering with the lights. he tossed you onto the mattress, following you down in a fluid motion, his weight pinning you in the most perfect way.
“or maybe they're wrong. you like this, don’t you?” he rasped, yanking his own shirt open, buttons scattering. his calloused hands were everywhere, pulling, squeezing, claiming. “playin’ the good girl for them all day, lettin’ ‘em think you’re innocent. while you’re sittin’ there, soakin’ wet, thinkin’ about how this old mans gonna ruin you the second we’re alone.”
“y-yes,” you moaned, arching into his touch. “god, yes, please—”
he didn’t wait. he sheathed himself in you with one brutal, perfect thrust, knocking the air from your lungs in a choked cry. “fuhhhck—toji!”
he set a punishing pace immediately, each deep drive punctuated by his filthy, low voice in your ear.
“that’s it. they have no idea, do they?” he grunted, his hips snapping harder. “no idea their precious niece gets off on this. on bein’ fucked by a man who knows exactly how to take what he wants.” he drove into you, hitting a spot that made you see stars. “nngh! say it. tell me you love it.”
“i love it—ah! haah—i love it, i love you—” you babbled, nails scraping down his back.
a dark, satisfied groan ripped from his chest. “you love it. love knowin’ i’ve seen more, done more… that i can make you feel things those boys your age couldn’t even imagine.” his rhythm was relentless, the slap of skin filling the room. “c’mon, baby, sing for me. let me hear how much you love bein’ corrupted.”
‧₊˚ ┊ 18+ mdni!! — sukuna loves making his pretty girlfriend slap him during sex (˵ •̀ ^ •́ ˵) 𐙚 ⋆˙ 🩰
you only vaguely remember the first time sukuna asked if you’d be open to hitting him while the two of you were being intimate. it was late, you were halfway faded in the back of his car after a late night drive, the slow music almost lulling you to sleep.
“well…would you?” he asked again, uncharacteristically uncertain while staring out the car window. he was trying to avoid your eyes.
you blinked then, laughed. shook your head like you were trying to make sense of the idea. not because you didn’t want to, but because it was hard to imagine yourself doing something like that. you weren’t necessarily aggressive in that way. it might’ve been awkward if you tried.
you sighed, adjusting your head on his shoulder. “i dunno. maybe?”
with a shrug, you left it at that, far more interested in the stars of the night sky and the cars that passed every few minutes. you mentally kept track of each type of car you saw. some were red, some were blue, some were strange enough to point out to your boyfriend although he seemed distant.
every once in a while he’d sneak a glance at you, twirl your hair in his fingertips before quickly pulling them away, not liking the idea of being too gentle with you.
you remained still for the rest of the night, comfortable with one another. and none of you mentioned it again.
but truthfully, you should have known it was going to come back up some way or another.
you were drooling on top of him, your moans were breathy and broken, and your hips were aching in the best way.
he was watching you, his nails biting into your thighs. it felt like you could feel his eyes on you, every gaze, every blink. it was warm and it ignited your skin, your cunt clenching even tighter around him every time he smiled at you, mocking your expression. whispering about how slutty you looked right now, just perfect for him.
“don’t tell me you’re tired already?” he taunted, pinching ur side to stop you from toppling over. you’d been riding him for hours, covered in sweat, bite marks and blood red bruises. yet he only seemed to want more from you, he pumped his cock into you faster. clearly not wanting to stop any time soon.
your voice was almost gone, almost broken from crying out. you griped onto his shoulders tighter, barely able to look him in the eye. “i-i’m- oh fuck! i’m not tired…”
he laughed at you, loud and mocking. “prove it.”
“how?” you whispered.
his smile was too dangerous. too ecstatic as he stared you down.
“hit me.”
your hips stuttered on top of him, your brows furrowed and you were wondering if you misheard him. “huh?”
he was nothing less than amused, his smile large and almost animalistic. “come on, brat. do it.” he griped your hips tighter, forcing you to move faster, you could hardly keep up.
“you’re- slow down! y-you’re serious?”
he nodded. completely, utterly serious. he stared at you. the look in his eyes was unapologetic, bold. waiting for you next move with sly anticipation.
“okay well just, slow down a little….please.” you whispered, trying and failing to hide your apprehension.
“oh what? don’t tell me you can’t, brat.” he grunted as he slowed down, begrudgingly.
you scoffed. “i didn’t say that. i’m just…trying to mentally prepare myself.”
“don’t give me that. just do it.”
“i’m going to!” your fingers were strained on his broad shoulders, digging into the tattooed skin. his cock twitched inside of you, he was too impatient for your liking.
he groaned, not bothering to hide his annoyance.
“well what are you waiting for-”
before you could regret it, your hand connected with the skin of his face. hard, fast, stinging the smoothness of your palm. the sound echoed through your bedroom.
and for a rare moment, your boyfriend looked surprised.
“was that good?” you gulped.
his eyes were wide and almost manic. swollen with pure excitement as he slowly started to fuck up into you once more, gripping on to your thighs as he guided you on top of him. his pace increased with each passing second. his smile only grew.
“fuck yeah, do it again baby.”
something in you shifted, caught up in the small rush that slapping him gave you. caught up in the small power trip you just got. it was fun tormenting him this way…why hadn’t you done this sooner?
you smiled at him. shyness replaced with something like mischief.
“only if you ask nicely.” you laughed, leaning down to kiss the side of his neck, indulging in the sudden urge to tease him. the pleasure that twisted his features was just so perfect, you wanted to see it again, you wanted to mess with him the way he messed with you.
a part of you swore you heard his breath hitch, his tone falter. like he was enjoying it, secretly loving the way you toyed with him.
you knew him well enough to know he’d never admit that though.
“the fuck?” he grunted, pounding into your poor cunt much harder. even faster as he pulled you closer to his chest, biting on your ear.
the quick change pressure startled you, but you wouldn’t back down so easily. “s-say please…”
“hell no.” he held on to you tighter, like he was trying to break you.
“come on, kuna. you want me to hit you right?”
he huffed. “y-yeah, but i don’t beg for shit.”
“hm. fine.” you leaned up, away from him. you took his hands off your hips and slowed down, suddenly in control of the pace. you were about to get off of him entirely before he flinched, his hands rushing to hold you by the waist, silently begging to keep you on top of him.
“wait…uh, okay.” he broke eye contact with you, like holding it would stain his pride even more.
he grumbled a little before he spoke, mumbling about how idiotic this was, having to beg for what he wanted. you saw it as only fair. the amount of times he’s had you begging for him, he deserved to experience the other side of things, at least once.
his voice was soft, almost too soft for someone like him, yet he asked anyway. “please, hit me again…i need it.”
you wasted no time slapping him across the face, watching his head fall back as he fucked up into you without realizing it, his perfect cock hitting the most sensitive spot in your pussy. he fucked you even faster than before, not giving you any time to catch up.
“oh fuck, that’s fucking perfect.”
“tell me you love it.” you commanded gently, leaning closer to him, threading your fingers through his hair.
“i love it so much baby.”
you slapped him again, harder, not missing the way he whined under his breath. surprisingly desperate, and annoyingly irresistible.
soon enough his lips were on yours, stealing away your breath. they were warm and wet, dizzying as you felt his hands run up your back to grab the back of your neck. you knew he wanted you to be as close as possible.
his teeth were sharp against your bottom lip, and soon he overtook your mouth. tongues melting together, running over each other in a mess of thick breath and sticky saliva. he pulled back to suck on your pretty tongue, groaning into your mouth. your head was spinning, you whined into him. pulling back before you came too quickly.
your heart beat was fast, you sounded out of breath and slightly dazed as you whispered in his ear. “i’ll hit you as much as you want if you keep begging like that.”
he laughed, honest and far too sincere. “never seen you act like this before. i like it.”
and all you could do was smile back.
“i-i think i learned something new about myself today…”
a/n 🪽: lowk switch sukuna if you squint supa hard…heh
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