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gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…

“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.

For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.

But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.

It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.

Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.

What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.

No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.

"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.

“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.

“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Seems like it…”

Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.

“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.

Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?

You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.

His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.

You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.

It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.

“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.

Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.

“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.

He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.

“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”

friend!toji x reader | masturbation | flirting | fwb(?) | 0.9k words

Your relationship with Toji was complicated, to say the least. Which is something one shouldn’t have to say about their own friend.

There were always undertones when you two spoke. Like he was flirting, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t a touchy person, but he always found reason to touch you. He’d always have a jacket to offer you, even when you assured him you weren’t cold. Platonically—of course. Whenever you’d text him asking for advice about guys, he would always end up discouraging you.

Likewise, he’d do the same, ask about women. And you always answered truthfully. Toji wasn’t the type of man who needs advice on how to get a woman to like him. So, he’d ask you questions about women’s anatomy. Specifically—your anatomy. How you’d touch yourself, how loud you were, what turned you on, always became topics of conversation. You’d brush it off, see it as something normal. He was your friend, someone you could trust, so you ignored it and moved along.

You’d seen it as him caring about you as a friend. But tonight was different.

Tonight, you were at a club with your friends. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Feeling parched from dancing and screaming at the top of your lungs to talk to people, you head to the bar to get a drink.

You dig in your purse to grab your wallet. You see your phone ringing. Toji’s calling you so you pick it up.

“What!? I can’t hear you!” You yelled into the phone while paying for your drink.

“Hold on!” You screamed into the phone.

You walked into the bathroom, slightly tipsy, and sat on the toilet in a stall.

“I’m sorry. I’m at a club right now. What were you saying?”

“Well, I was calling you all night.” He said. He sounded a little irritated, but his voice wasn’t raised.

“Yeah, I wasn’t by my phone. But what’s up?”

“Nothing really. I just wanted to check in.”

“Oh.” You stated, not really knowing what to say. He sounded upset, but with Toji, he made you feel crazy. Like everything he said was up for interpretation.

“So, what are you wearing?” He asked casually.

“A dress.”

“Can I see it?”

“Uhm yeah. I’ll send you a video.”

“No, just FaceTime me.” So you did.

You propped the phone up on the toilet paper dispenser.

“Turn around.”

You slowly started to turn. When your backside faced him, he told you to stop. So you did.

“That dress is kind of short, isn’t it?” He asked.

“Not really.”

He hummed, clearly upset with your answer. But he chose not to press it.

“Grab the phone.” He instructed. So you did and you sat back down on the toilet seat.

“I think I’m going to go.” You said quietly. You didn’t know why you were being awkward with him now. You were normally relaxed around him.

“Are you ok? Are you drunk?”

“No, I’m not drunk.” You chuckled.

“Then why are you in a rush to get away from me so quickly?” He coaxed, trying to get you to settle down.

“I dunno. I guess I just don’t really have anything to say.” You admitted.

“I have something to say.”

“What?”

“You look pretty. And sexy.” He said.

“Thanks.” You responded, choosing to ignore that last part.

“Can I see your dress again?” He asked.

A heart spread through your body. This was wrong, you knew it. But you complied anyway.

“Fuck. I would do anything to touch you right now.” He muttered under his breath, but he knew it was loud enough for you to hear it.

“What color panties are you wearing?” He asked, casually.

“They’re pink.” You answered, casually.

“Can I see?”

“Toji, I don’t think we should be having this conversation.” You let your voice of reason speak for you.

You heard silence from the other side.

“Please, baby. Just show me.” He pleaded, with desperation lacing his voice.

You felt a low pressure in your cunt. You pressed your thighs together and pursed your lips. Toji is the last person who should be making you feel like this.

You panned the phone down and parted your legs, showing him your panties and the wet spot in them.

“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He breathed out. “Is that because of me?” You clamped your legs shut at his lewd words.

“Let me see more.” He said.

You opened your legs again and showed him.

Your eyes opened wide as he randomly hung up the phone. You sat in your filth as you processed what just happened.

After a few minutes of sitting with the muffled club music, your phone buzzed in your hand. It was Toji.

He sent you a video. It was him jerking off. You stared with your lips parted as you watched his pre glisten on his knuckles. His tip was flushed red and his veins were so prominent.

You pressed your legs together and let out a tiny whimper as you watched all 47 seconds of the video.

Your stomach fluttered as he moaned your name while cumming, as if it would summon you in his bed.

You started to type, deleting everything that came to mind. You didn’t know what to say. But now you were horny, and it didn’t feel right being here anymore.

“Toji, come pick me up.” You texted back.

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dad’s!best!friend!toji x reader | p in v | age-gap | forbidden relationship | semi-public sex | 0.6k words

“Damn.” You heard your father mutter under his breath.

“What?” Toji asked as you also looked in your father’s direction.

“I don’t have any ice for the drinks.” He sighed.

“‘s ok. I’ll go out and grab some.” Toji offered.

“Can I come too?” You asked him, looking up at him with bright eyes, making it impossible to say no.

“Yeah, let’s go kid.” He wrapped his large, warm arm around your shoulders as you walked to the garage.

Toji closed the door behind you silently.

You whipped your head to look at him.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“C’mere.” He whispered, leading you to your father’s workout bench. He bent you over it, its cushions holding up your abdomen as your knees met the concrete floor.

Toji kneeled behind you on the floor, his large hand spanning the swell of your ass.

“Toji, what about the ice?” You whispered innocently, as if your panties weren’t beginning to stick to your folds with slick.

“We’ll get it later. I’ve been stiff as a rock since I got here.” He exhaled. “You’ll be good and help me, right?”

You nodded your head, whimpering as he pressed your clothed sexes against each other.

Your stomach fluttered as he flipped your skirt over, revealing your ass.

He parted your cheeks and pressed them together again, observing how they moved.

You squirmed, getting impatient.

“Toji.” You whined.

“Relax.” He coaxed as he ran his hand up and down the span of your back.

You let out a heavy exhale when you felt his dick press up against your wet panties. He slapped his tip against your damp gusset, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Stay quiet. Don’t want your dad walking in here, huh?” He whispered next to your ear. You brought your hands up to your mouth knowing you could never be quiet with Toji.

Your hole pulsed as you felt him pull your panties to the side.

His thumb ran up and down your slit, feeling what he does to you.

His thumb began teasing your entrance, he groaned at your tightness.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath.

His thumb finally pushed past your entrance, making you buck back into him with a stifled whimper.

His thumb massaged the inside of your hole, prepping you for his thick cock.

You moaned, the heat becoming too much for you. “Please…” you whimpered through your hands.

“Please what?” He asked.

“Touch me.” You forced out.

You moved your hands to reach back to your ass. You spread your folds apart in hopes that it would hurry Toji up.

“Oh sweetheart.” He pouted, although you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or teasing. “Let daddy help you.”

He lined himself up to your entrance. His tip pressed, and pressed, until it finally went into your hole. You quickly brought your hands up to your mouth once again at the sensation.

He winced as he slowly went deeper into you, inch by inch.

Your tummy fluttered as you finally felt his full length in you. He took your buck back into him as a sign to start moving.

You both quivered as his veins ran along your gummy walls.

He leaned down, mouth right next to your ear. “I still can’t believe my best friend’s daughter swallows me like this.”

You whimpered at his lewd words.

He began moving faster, the quickened pace made your moans harder to stifle.

He kept thrusting over, and over, and over again until your melted brain was unable to count.

Tears began prickling at your eyes as your approaching orgasm made you clench around him.

“Fuck.” He stifled as his thrusts began stuttering.

He groaned, not having enough control to hold back his orgasm.

You let out a moan at the loss of feeling him inside you.

Your shoulders tensed as you felt his warm cum splurt on your lower back.

You breathed heavily as you heard him shuffling to clean himself up behind you.

“Let’s go.” He said while delivering a hard smack to your ass. “Your dad’s waiting on the ice.”

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toji x reader | spanking | fingering | dollification (i guess…) | 0.5k words

“Don’t you know this is all you were made for?” Toji’s warm breath fans over your ear.

You lifted your head to look in the mirror he had you arched in front of. You looked at your tits, perfectly framed in the bra he had you in.

His hand cupped your soaking cunt through your wet panties, that he also made you wear to match.

He’s had you tied to his promise of sex for forever. This was his idea of foreplay, to loosen you up, make you as wet as possible without touching you. You love him so much, you’d cum at anything he did, so he resorted to words.

“I thought I asked you a question.” He reiterated after being met with your dazed silence.

“Yes.” You breathed out.

“Look so pretty f’me. I can’t wear to tear these off of you. Show you all the best things for you. That only I can provide. Because you’re such a good girl for me.” He breathed against your neck. He’d been speaking like this for what felt like an eternity. Getting you worked up, but limiting himself and you.

“Then do it.” You whispered back.

“You don’t have any where to be. Do you?”

“No.”

“Then sit still and stay pretty for daddy.” You jerked forward as he slapped your ass, the stinging only worsening the warm heat splaying in between your thighs.

“Look at you.” He said, raising his head to grab your jaw. “You’re beautiful. My perfect girl.” He whispered.

You gasped as he pushed aside the damp gullet of your panties, running a finger up and down your slit.

He watched your face in the mirror as he teased a finger at your entrance.

“Toji…” You whimpered out.

“Doll?”

You bucked your hips back into him.

“Don’t rush. I’ll take care of you, I always do.”

Your shoulders rose as he finally slipped a finger past. You breathed shakily as he felt around for your favorite spot.

You gasped when he found it, earning a peck from him.

He relentlessly hit that spot until you were practically a mess.

“Don’t cum yet.” He warned.

Your body shook and jerked trying to fulfill his request.

“Toji, I can’t hold it any longer.” You whimpered out.

“That’s not good enough to cum, pretty girl.”

“P-please…” you grunted.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Please daddy.” You whimpered out. “I can’t hold it anymore… ‘s too much.”

“Go ahead baby.” He responded.

You moaned uncontrollably, finally allowing yourself to cum.

Your jaw went slack as your eyes fluttered shut. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, accompanied by drool.

Your knees caved inward as your body jerked forward. His hand stayed anchored on your lower back, keeping you from toppling.

“Shh, shh, shh. Relax, baby. I’m right here.” He soothed.

“Calm down, quickly. Because I’m not done with you yet, pretty girl.”

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