⌞flakes⌝

18+ smut, anal (fem recieving), fingering, toys, rimming, creampie :P

toji doesn't think anything of it when you sit down on the couch next to him, back straight as a board with your hands wringing the life out of your sleeves.

you've practiced this talk a million times in your head. did the necessary and quite frankly unbearably tedious prep you needed to. bought the proper supplies to aid the both of you on your little adventure. all that's left to do was to come out and say it.

"thought we could try that thing you've been asking for tonight." you offer casually.

toji's face drops like he's just had his year made and ruined all at the same time. he turns to you, immediately abandoning whatever game he'd been so intent on coming home early to watch.

"no fucking way." he breathes.

spending valentines day with you was already more than he could've hoped for, but this? anal was something he'd been begging you to try for months, it was natural to be skeptical with you suddenly handing it to him on a silver platter.

his hands come up near your shoulders, reaching forward but not actually touching you, like he's scared you'll change your mind if he makes any sudden moves.

"are you fucking kidding me?" his eyebrows are raised so far they're practically invisible behind his fringe. he fights a smile, willing his excitement down just in case you're not actually referring to what he thinks you are.

you nod, fighting a smile. "got us some lube and stuff yesterday. thought it'd be fun."

toji smiles so wide you're afraid he'll split the scar on his lips. he squeezes his eyes shut, then shakes his head, quickly sobering up.

"I know you're fucking with me." he reasons, drawing his hands back to cross his arms over his chest. tongue pressing up against the inside of his cheek as he thinks it over. "pretty shit joke to make."

"i'm not joking." you groan, nudging him with your shoulder. toji's eye twitches like he's holding in a hundred different reactions. he must finally believe you because he stands faster than you can register, wiggling two strong arms under the backs of your thighs to hoist you up and into his bedroom.

he kicks the door behind him a little harder than necessary. the world turns on its axis as he sets you down on the bed with a grunt, flipping you onto your stomach.

"okay! clam down." you laugh, feeling him climb over you.

"calm down?" he huffs. "you tell me you want my dick in your ass and then expect me to be calm? fuck off." you realize he might have a point.

strong hands rub their way up and down your sides leisurely. he leans in slowly, staying silent until that bundle of scar tissue on his lips is flush with your sensitive ear.

"right here?" he questions, voice low and greedy. he brings his thumb down to settle in the dip of your ass through your pajama bottoms, right over your other hole. "want me to fuck you right in here?"

you do, and you make sure to let him know, arching your back so his thumb presses down a little harder. you've done things to each other in this room that would make even the devil blush. it's a miracle you hadn't gotten to anal sooner.

"fuck." toji groans. he sits back on his haunches just enough so his other hand can undo his belt. "how long?"

how long have you wanted him to fuck your other hole? well that was a hard one. you can't remember a time where you weren't at least interested in the idea of it. valentines day just seemed like a good time to finally let off that steam.

"couple months." you admit softly, already drifting off into that pliant headspace you love so much. toji swears under his breath, reaching to ruck his shirt off of his body and onto the floor.

the sound of skin against fabric clues you in that he's already pulled his cock out. two thick fingers curl into the waistband of your bottoms and panties, pulling the fabric down just the slightest bit until it rests snugly underneath the swell of your ass.

“yeah? wanted my dick in there this whole time?” the wet sound of his fist is a telltale sign that he’s already leaking all over from himself.

if toji was this turned on just from rubbing you through your clothes, you can’t imagine how he’d be once he got his dick in you. two calloused hands guide your knees forward until your ass is as far in the air as it’ll go.

only, his breath stutters in his chest, because the new angle has you spread just wide enough to reveal the little plug holding you open.

“don’t do this to me.” he pleads, sounding so utterly devastated in the best way. toji lets his index run over the bejeweled center, pressing in just the slightest bit to see you squirm. he strokes himself a little faster

“fuck. did you have this in all day?”

you nod with a giggle, spreading your knees a little wider so he can get a good view of your dripping pussy too. you look back only for a moment and catch a glimpse of him practically fucking his fist to you, hips jutting back and forth like he just can't help himself.

“all day? even when we were shopping?” his thumb slides down to rub over your slit the same way he has a million times.

“even then.” you admit shyly.

he curses again, louder this time. you clench around the plug in response.

toji takes a moment to appreciate the sight in front of of him. he lets his tongue lathe over the smooth skin of your ass, testing the give of each cheek in his hands like they're worth their weight in gold. the angle has you spread wide enough where he doesn't need to spread you.

you moan when he fastens to fingers around the plug and removes it slowly, cock still encircled by his sticky fist. he hasn't even taken his jeans off yet, opting to touch himself through the gap his undone zipper leaves.

toji dives in and licks over your hole softly with a hum, taking you by surprise. the sensation is so much different than getting your pussy ate. there's something about how warm his mouth is. even the plug didn't feel this good jostling around in you all day.

toji’s usually rough. the type to take what he wants until you’re red and needy at both ends. but there’s a certain tenderness to him tonight. like the thought alone of having access to this part of you is something not to be taken lightly.

“first man to get my tongue in here, aren’t i?” he grumbles, patting your thigh almost lovingly. you hum and let yourself melt into the pillows.

his tongue continue it's journey, dipping in and out of your hole while his fingers play with your clit. the noises you're making must be too much for him to handle, because the hand he was using to stroke himself is firmly clasped around his base to keep his orgasm at bay.

he presses a final kiss to your hole before pulling away, reaching to flip you onto your back. strong hands shuck your clothes off of your body like the mere fact of them still being on is an offense.

toji already looks ruined, and you haven't even touched him yet.

he almost looks a little pathetic. cheeks dusted pink, hair a mess, collarbones glistening with sweat. you might've underestimated just how into this he'd be. you don't even remember him taking off his bottoms, but they're gone too.

the plug and his tongue must've done a decent job at stretching you out, because his finger meets no resistance as it slides to the hilt. you feel so full and you haven't even gotten to the main course yet. toji must catch onto your train of thought because he laughs, throwing your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle.

"feeling good?" he questions.

you nod, rocking back on the digit as pleasure burns its way through your body. whatever he's doing right now feels amazing.

"tell me." he commands, letting a thin string of spit dribble down from his lips onto your pussy. the liquid slips through your folds and down to where his finger disappears inside of you, joining the mix.

"feels so good." you sigh, taking the time to appreciate how his muscles flex every time he withdraws his hand.

"atta girl."

you feel a slight burn as your rim fights to accommodate a second finger.

"toji, lube!" you whine, squirming as he presses up to his first knuckle

"no need." he says casually, swiping through your folds to bring the slick down towards your rim. he lets more spit fall onto, and despite your initial disgust, it actually helps soothe the resistance.

"see? i know what i'm doing." he reassures. you're up to three fingers in no time, breathing through the feeling of your ass being stretched further than it ever has.

shockwaves of pleasure zing through your core and up the length of your spine like lightning. you feel hot all over, fighting the urge to say fuck it and let him slide home right then and there.

toji retreats once you whine that you've had enough, wiping his fingers on the inside of your thigh with a sleazy grin. he takes himself in his palm and lets his hard cock lay against your abdomen, almost like he's measuring where he'll hit once he's balls deep. toji quirks a brow, then looks back up at you like he's come to a consensus.

"where's that lube?"

"i thought you knew what you were doing." you whine impatiently.

"yeah. i do, and my dick's gonna split you in half. so find me some lube." he huffs, letting you fumble underneath each pillow until you finally produce the little bottle you'd placed there this morning. y'know just in case.

he guides your thighs on either side of his hips, squirting a generous amount of the cold liquid right where you need it most. you flinch at the temperature difference, your hot skin thrumming underneath the layer of icy gel.

toji squirts a dollop onto his shaft for good measure and lines himself up with you hole.

"big stretch, baby. hold onto me."

"careful." you wince. you moan as soon as the blunt pressure of his tip breaches your rim, pushing past that ring of resistance until just the head is inside of you.

toji's breathing so hard you think he might pass out.

"shit, pretty girl." he forces out, leaning down to over the curve of your neck like it'll keep him from blowing his load to soon. "you know how tight you are down here?"

you hook your legs around him and pull him a little further in, just to test how deep he can go. toji must love that because the noise he gives you is so loud you're almost positive the whole building heard him.

"oh my god, oh my god." he whispers. eyes firmly shut. "fuck, stop moving before i cum."

you oblige, as fun as it would be to have him fill you up, you'd much rather let him fuck you before he does.

"sorry." you giggle. you press a kiss to the tip of his nose for good measure.

you two of you stay stagnant for a moment, and toji's eyes slowly blink open. his pupils are so far blown only a thin ring of jade is left around the edges. his eyes quickly flit down to where your bodies meet, then back up again.

"can't believe you're letting me do this." he slurs. all you can do is lie there, helpless to the ministrations of his hips while the both of you chase your orgasms. you waste no time reaching down to your center to thumb over your clit, desperately trying to reach that high you've been searching for.

you've long gotten used to the off feeling of having stuff up your butt today, and thank god for that, because toji's dick is so big you're not sure there's a single inch inside of you that lies untouched.

he's nearly at the point where his balls are pressed up against your taint, and the thought alone it's sticky, and fast, and unbelievably pleasurable. his hands shake where they dig into your hips, and his chest is so flushed you'd think he'd just run a mile.

"i'm not gonna last." he stutters. "fuck, I can't."

"do it." you tell him, guiding his hand off of your waist and up to your little bud. toji takes the hint immediately and rubs circles into the bundle of nerves, lip pinched between his teeth in concentration.

you break first with a cry, feeling your orgasm wash over you in tremendous, earth shattering waves. heat creeps up your core into your chest, and out toward your limbs. you must tighten tenfold because toji stiffens with a hoarse noise only the heat of your body could pull out of him.

it starts with a dribble, then more. soon, he's filling you up in long, milky spurts, letting himself drain into you like his own soul is leaving his body.

toji mumbles praises to you as you both struggle to come down from your highs. were anal orgasms a thing? this one almost felt longer than usual, stronger too.

"beautiful girl, fuck." he grumbles into your neck. "always taking care of me."

you praise him in return, letting him lathe over your collarbones and the tops of your breasts while you gather your bearings. you're suddenly so much more aware of the soreness in between your legs now that you're not hyped up on endorphins.

oh well, worth it.

"that's gonna be a bitch to clean." he states plainly, rolling over on the bed to pull you into his arms gently.

"yeah I'm sure you'd know. you made the mess." you huff, shoving him off of your playfully.

"tightest ass I've ever fucked y'know." he jokes.

it was a bright day, but any day regardless of the weather is a boring day for nagi seishiro if you’re not there.

you’re at work, the bane of his existence. why can’t you just stay at home and cuddle with him? his monthly salary of being a pro athlete is enough to feed you both for years, and that’s just his monthly salary.

“booorinngg..” nagi grumbled, flopping over on his side on the bed, he then suddenly remembered that one doll he bought from that shady shop on the side of the road. what was it again? vodo? voodoo? yeah, voodoo.

he stretched all his tendons and ligaments to reach his bedside drawer and tug it open to fish out that little doll. it looked similar to you in an uncanny way..buttons for eyes, cloth body stuffed with cotton and yarn in the color of your hair.

perfect.

nagi began simple, he didn’t quite believe in it just yet so he started pinching the sides of the doll, tugging roughly on the arm, poking the eye. then, his phone rang.

he picked up, “sei’ baby, i think i’m dying.” your voice rang from the other side. “how so?” nagi stopped his ministrations on the doll and immediately heard a sigh of relief from your side, “my waist was killing me, it felt like my arm was going to get ripped off and my right eye was burning, i couldn’t open it for shit.”

“ah.” nagi sounded, running a finger down the doll’s thigh. a low whimper crackled from your end and nagi smirked.

“gotta go—” you were about to drop the call when nagi cut you off, “stay. just a little while?” his voice was a needy pitch which melted your heart so how were you supposed to deny him? “okay.” you confirmed, nodding your head like nagi could see it.

he ran a finger down the doll’s crotch bluntly, a high-pitched whimper came from your end. guess this thing really worked, huh?

nagi pressed his fingertips to the doll’s crotch, curling it inside the soft cotton interior, imagining your hot gummy walls instead.

“ah fuck—baby, i really gotta go.” you managed to voice out, nagi curled his fingers just right, eliciting a keening cry from you.

“facetime.” nagi demanded, a moment passed and suddenly nagi’s face was on your screen.

nagi could see everything, the way your face was scrunched up, lips parted and bitten raw. it sent a thrill coursing down his spine, settling in his cock which was stirring to life in his pants.

nagi waved the doll around on the screen, “look.” he grabbed one of the doll’s hand and waved it, “hi.”

“what’s that?” you whispered weakly, clutching your lower stomach, trying your absolute best to appear normal. “a voodoo doll.”

“of who?”

“of you.”

your eyes widened momentarily before you brushed it away, thinking nagi was just joking around. “ah, very funny.”

nagi’s lips pursed into a pout and he pulled his fingers out of the doll, you gasped sharply and threw your head back.

“believe me now?” nagi tilted his head to the side, pushing his fingers back into the doll, eliciting a keening cry from you.

“o-okay! i believe you—but, no more—” you bucked your hips up into the air, nagi pulled his fingers out of you and for a moment you thought he would stop.

but,

he positioned the doll above his face, long pink tongue darting out to lap at the opening on the doll. you felt it all in real time, his tongue dragging along your slick, puffy folds.

“seiii, pleaseee..” you whined, leaning against the wall for leverage. “i have to go back to work..”

nagi ignored your pleas, instead shoving his tongue into the doll, tasting bitter cotton but the sweet moan you let out after was enough to have him rolling his eyes back.

you clenched tight around nagi’s tongue, your juices dampening the fabric of your panties, trickling down your inner thigh.

you couldn’t hold it anymore, on the brink of an orgasm, you felt it hurtling through your system.

you clamped a palm over your mouth as you came in your pants, eyes rolling. “fuccckk—” you moaned high, nagi pulled his tongue out of you.

“that was fun.” he remarked, but before you could scold him, he dropped the call with a small “bye.”

a/n: wtf is a vooodooo doll is it real

2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.

dear diary ♡,

ugh! ryuusei is so crude ! :( i want to act like a hate it, but he always catches on when i get nervous or shy at his antics and it’s soooo embarrassing! he knows me in and out (literally) especially when we’re havin’ sex. he’s running his mouth, always making fun of how wet aroused i get and how my ‘cunt clenches around nothing like a slut?!’ he doesn’t have to say it out loud… i can’t help but get so shy around him — my own boyfriend! is that so bad!? i think his physique also makes me nervous… >< ryuusei is so tall and so beefy ♡ he always catches me staring! i think he could launch me across the room if he wanted to! i better be careful…

“look at how small this pussy is compared to my dick. are ya gonna cry when i fuck this pretty pussy?” shidou hums, pressing his tip up against your chubby folds, and then comparing his cock against your tummy. a low whistle leaves his lips, accompanied by a cocky chuckle, watching the bulbous heap of his tip nudge against your belly button.

“s—shut up ryuu! y’r n-not that big..” you bite, words faltering when you realize the awfully dumb and bold statement that had unconsciously fallen from your lips. he quirks his head with a grin — it’s hilarious to hear you say that from below him, his body hovering over the entirety of yours and his hand damn near the size of your womb.

“that’s funny.” he gloats, sharp canines making an appearance when he flashes a smile. "you really think so?" his cock slips against your folds, folded upwards as he leans down besides you, hot breath felt in between the soft concave of your collar and jaw. you twitch when he gives your neck a soft nip, hot breath tickling the peachy thin hairs on the shell of your ear.

“y’r g’na see just how big i am when i fuck this pussy till it tears.”

he whispers into the shell of your ear, giving your neck another soft nip accompanied by a nibble from his sharp canines.

“go away! y’b—big fat brute.” you hiss weakly, ignoring the way your cunt clenches around nothing at his crude words. you look away, purposefully ignoring the heavy gaze set on your face to avoid his confrontation — putting up your strongest facade to avoid his humiliation. “look at me.” he growls, fingers pressed into your jaw to turn you to him.

you whine, small, shaky hands pushing weakly at his heavy chest, his skin soft and glowy to the touch after hours of being drenched in sweat. “what, y’scared?” he quips, laying his body down onto yours, enveloping you into his warmth.

he reaches his hand below to take yours into his, pressing a thumb into the apple of your palm before giving it a damp kiss. “give ryu a kiss.” shidou presses his lips onto yours at the same time his fat tip nudges in between your folds, prodding against the very hole he needs to be in -- you need him to be in. you feel his warm pre leaking into your slit, dirtying your slit.

he’s amused at the way you whine into his mouth, trying so hard to wriggle away under his heavy weight and push him away again — but he knows how much you love this. how much you love the power he holds over you, and how easily he can have you under him with a sleazy kiss and a few rubs to your little pussy. “don’t be scared, doll.” he mumbles against your lips.

you hate the way he chuckles when you moan into his mouth, your nails digging into his bicep when he attempts to shove his way in. “ryuusei,” you cry, throwing your head bad when you feel the bridge of his cock head fully enter your swollen pussy — your warm folds enveloping him so perfectly, yet wanting to resist him at the same time -- it makes him dizzy. “big, t—too big, help—“

“but y’r takin’ me so perfect. it can't be too big, sweet thing.” shidou thrusts gently, and oh -- you feel every single fucking inch of him. the way his slit drags against your velvety walls, and the scattered veins decorated on the first mere inches of his shaft. every single hump of his prettily decorated cock -- you feel everything.

“don’t,” you cry, feeling the tip of his cock fucking against your walls ever-so slowly. “i’ll cum!”

“on my fuckin’ tip?” he lets out a boasty laugh, pace quickening despite the shaft of his cock you’ve yet to take. “you’re not good at this, doll.”

“no,” you mewl, breaths heavy as you pant. his hand reaches under your tank top, pulling at your pert nipple — sucking it though your thin shirt. his saliva coats the fabric, seeping through to your areola as you twitch incessantly. "wan' cum, cum--"

"stupid, stupid girl. y'braindead on my fuckin' tip? d'ya even have anythin' going on inside that little head of yours?"

"ryuu, ryuu--"

"yeah," he drags out, mumbling against your tit before giving it a mean nip. he urges his hips further against yours, pushing in more cock than you had been anticipating and it makes you scream--

"ryuu--! f-full, s'full, please,"

he knows how hard this is on his sweet girl -- way to much for her and her pliant little body to bare. that's what makes this so fun, so damn great.

"hey . . this little body was made f’me, ‘s i’m gonna need you to act like it ‘nd take it, c'mon. endure it, my doll." he growls, huge arms wrapping under and around yours, pinning you tight against the soft mattress. he envelops your body with a swift grasp, completely hidden under his grasp as if he were protecting you from everything else that has ever existed ever -- like a maternal bear would her cub. you yelp, throwing your head back under his hold as he presses further into your pussy mercilessly, tuning out your cries and whines for him to slow. "fuckin' mine. mine, all mine."

"n'more!" you cry out in stutters, feeling his plump, damp balls press against your ass, cunt stretched beyond belief with little thought left in your head. your folds are spread impossibly wide, struggling to endure all of the man as you warm him. "fuck, shit. w'na stay with my girls forever. just like this." he hisses, pressing a fervor kiss to your lips. he cracks an eye open, met with your low-lidded ones, pupils heavily dilated.

your drowning in each other's sweat, your entire bodies clad against one another. it's so damn hot you might fucking explode -- your remnants would consist of a million beating hearts dedicated to your boyfriend--

you’re always the one plopping yourself onto his lap like he's a chair, but he always allows it. he moves you a little so that you're both comfortable and wraps an arm around your waist and resumes whatever he was doing.

he never admits that he likes it when you sit on his lap, but his actions say otherwise.

his arms always wrap around you the second you’re sat. and he holds you tight so you’ll stay as long as possible, and he sometimes stops what he’s doing so his attention is fully on you. even if you aren’t focusing on him.

he will never ever directly ask you to sit on his lap, but he’ll pat his thighs until you get the memo and walk towards him, and when you sit down. his lips curl up into the tiniest, barely noticeable smile.

you’ve tried asking him if he likes it multiple times, but he always flat out denies it, or he doesn't say anything at all.

‘sae?’ ‘what,’ ‘do you like it when i sit on your lap?’ you're straddling his lap, his arms draped around your waist. he doesn’t say anything, but you see how he’s trying his hardest not to blush a little. his head slightly tilted away from you.

that’s how you know it’s a yes.

sae really likes having you in his lap, even if he doesn’t admit it.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i bring you another sae drabble! will write the other option for this poll too, don't worry (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

Rin loves biting things. No matter what it is— the second it’s in his vicinity and Rin is oh-so sureee that nobody is watching him he’ll start nibbling on it. Whether it be the hem of his football jersey or the stick of a popsicle, trust me when I say that it’ll definitely be coated in his drool when he’s done with it.

This habit of his even extends from shirts and sticks to you. A living breathing person.

You like to refer to yourself as one of Rin’s victims. One of his many victims.

Occasionally, when you're casually scrolling on your phone, not really paying any attention to your surroundings Rin will sneak up on you. Stand still for a second while he watches you in your element. His eyes narrow before he goes in for a taste.

You feel Rins tongue drag across your neck, preparing the area and before you can even let out a sound—

Chomp.

He’ll bite down.

“Seriously Rin, what are you doing?” You sigh as you close your phone.

Still with his teeth sunk into your skin he tries to string together a sentence. As if you can understand him. “Ahm bihin yu” (I’m biting you).

“And why are you biting me?”

“Ahm juhf hunghr” (I’m just hungry).

However Rin's unexpected yet adorable biting habit can be of help at times. Regardless of how perverse it is. You reached the conclusion that Rin’s problem isn’t biting but actually a need for oral stimulation. Even if that stimulation comes from rather lewd ways, anyway—

His little quirk even shines through during his countless matches. It’s something he’s well known for at this point— “the sticking out his tongue when he becomes extremely focused” thing he does. 

A chuckle would typically escape your lips when you’d see the expressions of Rin’s teammates and foes alike morph into that of distress. Either at the magnificent performance he’s about to pull off or that his tongue is hanging out in the open.

One day you hope to gather up everybody who’s gone through remotely anything that has to do with Rin and his mouth— biting, his tongue slipping out or all the harsh words he spews out and form a “Victims of Itoshi Rin” alliance. Fingers crossed that it’ll be enough to put an end to his reign of terror.

OTOYA was always a free spirit. Commitment was never his thing and neither were long term relationships. What was the point really? He's young, no use in settling down when there are so many people he could just have fun with. He remembers his first 'girlfriend' who in reality was just someone he fucked every now and then. A sappy, innocent, and sickingly sweet romance wasn't for him.

OTOYA thought things with you would be no different. You seemed like the perfect person for him too. Cute face, hot body he could never take his eyes off of, sexy voice, and not looking for anything serious from what he's heard. So when he saw you at a party one night, all alone, he wasn't gonna let the moment slip past. He started the conversation with the usual.

"Do I know you? You seem familiar." Of course you don't know him personally say you say no. Then the kicker comes in. "Weird. I'd remember a pretty face like yours."

It works every time without fail.

Except this time.

satoru gojo would definitely be the type of boyfriend who motorboats you any chance he gets.

you're innocently walking around the house in a low cut shirt, cleavage spilling out and bouncing softly as you walk — it was practically calling out to him like a bat signal.

a bat signal for sluts.

he'd bury his face in between your soft mounds, his large hands splayed on either side to push your pillowy tits into his face even more— who needs air anyway?

certainly not satoru gojo, not when he's shaking his head back and forth in between the valley of your breasts, like a rabid dog playing with a chew toy.

"brrrrrrrrbrbrrrbrbrrrrr"

his lips flapped as spit settled in between your jiggling tits, he's practically foaming at the mouth — and this lasted for at least 30 straight seconds before raising his head with a tit-drunken smile on his face, pupils slightly blown out and clouding his eyes.

"ah, my favorite past time." he'd say causally before slapping the side of your tit before going about his day.

you're left with one thought racking through your brain.

"i've really got to invest in some turtlenecks."

Parent-teacher day was supposed to be harmless with the Fushiguro's!

That was the promise you made yourself when you agreed to come along. Just sit in a classroom, hear about Megumi’s grades, maybe shake a hand or two—easy. Normal.

What you hadn’t accounted for was Toji insisting he had to come too.

“Someone’s gotta make sure the kid’s teachers know he’s got backup,” he’d said that morning, cracking his knuckles like parent-teacher meetings involved cage fighting. You’d laughed, thinking he was joking.

He wasn’t.

So now here you were, sitting in a little chair in Megumi’s classroom, knees practically up to your chest, while Toji sprawled beside you like he owned the place. Megumi sat stiffly on your other side, jaw tight, like if he ignored his father hard enough, maybe Toji would evaporate.

The teacher—a kind-looking man in glasses—flipped through Megumi’s file with a smile. “Well, I just want to start by saying, Megumi’s a very bright student. Always diligent, very polite.”

Your heart swelled. You reached over to squeeze Megumi’s hand, but he pulled it away instantly, ears turning red.

Before you could say anything, the teacher glanced at you, smiling. “And I must say, you’ve clearly raised him well.”

You opened your mouth to deflect politely, but you didn’t even get the chance.

Because Toji leaned forward, slid a heavy arm around your shoulders, and grinned like a cat.

“Yeah,” he drawled. “She’s pretty amazing, huh?”

The teacher blinked, startled. You blinked, mortified. Megumi groaned into his hand.

“Can you not?” he hissed at Toji, voice sharp.

“What?” Toji smirked, tugging you closer until you nearly slid out of your tiny chair. “I’m just agreeing with the man. He’s got good taste.”

“Unbelievable,” Megumi muttered, glaring at the floor.

The teacher, to his credit, valiantly attempted to steer the conversation back on track, but it was impossible to ignore the six-foot-something man practically marking his territory in the middle of the classroom.

When the teacher mentioned how well Megumi worked independently, Toji cut in with, “Yeah, gets that from her. Always taking charge.”

When the teacher praised Megumi’s focus, Toji added, “Guess that runs in the family. She’s got laser focus when it counts.”

By the third time Toji made it about you, Megumi snapped.

“This is about me, not you two,” he said, glaring at both of you. “Stop being gross.”

You almost choked on your laugh. “We’re not being gross—”

“Yes, you are,” Megumi deadpanned. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Toji, absolutely delighted, leaned back in his chair and stretched like a satisfied lion. “Kid’s just mad we’re cooler than him.”

That was when Megumi stood up, muttered “I’m leaving,” and walked straight out of the classroom.

You slapped Toji’s arm, glaring. “You couldn’t just behave for an hour?”

He shrugged, unbothered. “What? I was complimenting you.”

“You embarrassed him!”

“Nah.” Toji’s grin widened. “That’s just what being a teenager feels like.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands, while Toji sat there smug as ever. And when you finally went out into the hall to find Megumi sulking against the lockers, the only thing you could think was—next year, you were coming alone.

sukuna and his wife with the instatiable sex drive…

despite being so big, having four arms, two cocks, and two mouths (four if he wants the hands to come out & play), he can’t keep up with you.

you, the mortal human who’s at least 3 feet shorter than him and couldn’t lift one of his legs by yourself if you tried, tire him out almost every time.

you aren’t really sure how you do it. maybe it’s just because sukuna riles you up in ways you’ve never experienced. or, maybe it’s because you’re younger and have more energy than him. but sukuna doesn’t see how either of those are plausible. his cocks are huge and ruin you every round, so, why aren’t you exhausted?

you’ve found yourself practically humping him at dinner more times than you should (you should never do this so, more times than zero). but alas, since you’re the king’s wife (and since he finds it entertaining), he doesn’t have to tell you to stop.

in fact, he could whip his cocks out and fuck you right on the table, and everyone would keep their eyes to themselves and their mouths shut. but you’re a distracting force.

so, when he’s having important conversations, or simply not in the mood for your antics, and you decide to act like a common whore, rubbing your cunt against him without a thought, he has to scold you right in front of everyone.

“y/n, enough.”

you’ll huff and roll your eyes like he’s being unreasonable, secretly throbbing while thinking about how you know he’s gonna fuck you into the mattress right after.

“fucking nymph. acting like a common whore out in front of everyone just because you can’t control yourself,” he grunts, cock pounding into your weeping hole. your slick connects strings of itself between your cunt and your husband’s groin, betraying just how much of a whore you are.

he has your back arched so deep with his hand that your stomach presses flush to the bed, ass up enough for him to see your pretty cunt swell and squirt for him. and against his words, he loves when you act the way you do cause it means you look like this.

he uses a free arm to wrap your hair around his fist pulling your head back as far is it can go. when your eyes meet his, he can’t help but thrust harder, that tight cunt gripping him even harder when you see his face. he practically cums just from that.

“mghf… y’gonna cum in me, ‘kuna? breed your wife?” you tease, out of breath. he almost cums again. the sight of your face—a lazy, fucked out grin taunting him, your flushed cheeks, low eyes—has him wanting to prove that he can out last you, that he can out-fuck you.

“gonna fuckin’ ruin these holes, that’s what ‘m gonna do.” and that he does.

he pauses inside of you for a second, pulling his hands off of you. he uses one hand to grasp his other thick, angry cock, pressing the tip against your rosebud. just the sensation had you trying to run from his cocks, your cunt squeezing the cock it’s been wrapped around like a vice.

“absolutely not.” his deep, baratone voice vibrating as he scolds you, “you aren’t gonna run from it. you asked for it, woman.” a glob of spit shoots out of his mouth, landing right onto the impossibly tight entrance of your ass.

his mouth curls down in a groan, abs flexing as he presses inside. he leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you’re gonna take it,” he grunts. your fingers are digging into the mattress so hard you think you’ll break the barrier.

“loosen up, sweetheart,” he mutters, smacking your ass with one big han, “it’s gonna be a long night.”