no matter how hard you tried, you could not make sukuna fit completely in your mouth. he was only able to get about three or four inches in before you were gagging violently on his length. you’d sigh, feeling defeated once again.

“‘kuna, i can’t.. i don’t think i’ll be able to do it. ever.” you whined, partially feeling bad because you know he wants this, but you being slightly inexperienced can’t take all of him.

he crouched down to your level, placing his hand under your chin. “it’s alright, sweetheart. in due time, yeah?”

you protested, a small pout resting on your lips. “no. i wanna please you, ‘kuna. help me.”

“baby, you already please me in different ways. you don’t need to over-exert yourself for me.”

his answer wasn’t enough. time and time again he’d try to make himself fit down your throat, you’d fail, and he’d fuck you senseless instead. you were tired of letting him down.

“baby—”

“please.”

oh, how could he deny his girl when she’s begging like this? he can’t.

an idea popped into his mind. he wasn’t sure how you’d react to it, but, he’d pop the idea anyway. fuck it.

fourty five minutes and a few porn videos later, you finally understand the concept of what sukuna called ‘throat training’. he wanted to try it with you.

“i mean, okay, but.. what if it doesn’t work?”

he laughed, resting his hand on your knee. “it’ll work, trust me.”

trust was definitely there, but so was fear. this concept was unfamiliar to you. what if you can’t handle it?

he could read the doubt on your face. you were overthinking.

“hey, it’s okay. i promise i’ll be gentle, alright? you just let me know if it gets too much.” he said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

you kissed him back reflexively, leaning into it as if this was the last kiss you’d ever give him. he was the first to pull away, resting one of his hands on your chin. he took his thumb and pressed it against your lips, then dragged your bottom lip down before letting it pop back into its place. “open up for me, sweetheart.”

you attempted to swallow down your nervousness, taking a deep breath before parting your lips as far as they could go. once your mouth was open, sukuna slid his thumb past your lips, resting it on your tongue. he didn’t move it at first, just circling it in the middle of your tongue. then slowly, he inched his thumb further to the back of your throat. so far, so good. he tested the waters a bit more and swapped his thumb out for his middle and pointer finger, once again sliding them in your mouth and headed to the back of your throat. he stopped right before he could get too far, and just as he was about to pull his fingers out of your mouth, you wrapped your lips around his digits, swirling your tongue around his polished nails.

his pants suddenly felt a lot tighter specifically around his crotch, and once he looked down, he had a raging boner ready to be tended to. “fuck,” he muttered out.

he stood up from the bed you both were sat on, taking a couple steps back to create more room between you. your eyes accidentally landed on the visible dent in his pants, and any confidence you had before was most certainly gone.

“on your knees now.”

you pushed yourself off the mattress then sunk down onto your knees in front of him. you were face to face with his lower half now, nowhere to escape to. he looked down at you, eyes almost softening, until he realized he loved seeing you on your knees. his mind was full of filthy thoughts that he’d never share with you.

sukuna moved teasingly slow to untie the string of his sweatpants, then eventually pulled his pants and boxers off at once. his dick immediately sprang free, pulsating tip bouncing off of his toned stomach. without a word, he rested his already leaking tip against your mouth, swiping his pre-cum on your lips as if it was lip gloss. the lewd act had your thighs pressed tightly together, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“open.”

you did as he commanded, of course, parting your lips as wide as you could for him. he slowly slid his length past your lips and into the warm crevice of your mouth. you could feel the uncomfortable stretch of your cheeks as his dick entered, and you had a feeling it was too much; yet your mouth was watering, like you were waiting for this. he got about six inches in before your body heaved around him, and he pulled out the second he noticed.

“too much?” he asked, caressing your cheek with his thumb. the answer was yes, it was a lot. he was a lot. he wasn’t small whatsoever, and your faith in being able to properly give him head was fading more and more. “it’s okay, we don’t have to do this tod—”

“again.”

“again? you’re positive?”

despite his absolute determination to fuck your mouth right here and now, your feelings and comfort came first. he didn’t want to hurt you. yet. unbeknownst to you though, you were already right where he wanted. this wasn’t your first attempt, second or third. you’ve been trying for the past month, and with each attempt, your efforts seemingly get better. when he first tried doing this with you, you could barely handle two inches. now, the fact that you’re able to take six out of his nine—maybe ten incher— means his conditioning is working.

"im positive."

his soft smile turned into something a little more wicked; a cocky smirk. you should've taken that as a sign because now, you were in for it. "there's my girl."

a light flush spread across your cheeks at his words. his hand found solace at the back of your head, long fingers getting tangled in your hair. "one more time for me, baby. open up."

and there you were again, opening your mouth as wide as you could. he wasted no time in once again sliding his veiny member in the expanse of your mouth, his perky tip sliding against your tongue. he let out a low grunt, and before you could oppose or attempt to stop him, he was ramming his cock directly into the back of your tight throat. you let out a choked out squeal, literally, as he immediately bottomed out. you could feel your body convulsing, roof of your mouth watering, and you just knew you were about to gag.

"there we go, fuck—knew i could get in there somehow!"

boy, were you wrong to even think he'd go soft on you. he was barely moving inside your mouth and you already felt the tears forming in your eyes. you looked up at him, to see he was smiling down at you. it wasn't an endearing smile. it was.. mocking. you furrowed your eyebrows together, eyes pleading for him to pull out. "i know, baby, i know. a lot for you, isn't it?"

you attempted to nod your head, thinking once again that maybe he would feel bad, just maybe. you were wrong. he leaned down ever so slightly—his dick very much still present in your mouth—to grip your chin with his free hand. "you'll take it all for me though, won't you sweetheart?"

not like you had a choice. "i know you will."

and quicker than your eyes caught, he was standing straight up once more, hand now fisted into your hair, dragging his dick through your mouth. his movements were gentle at first, surprisingly allowing you to adjust. then, his thrusts sped up. angry, desperate thrusts. you couldn't handle all this. he was too caught up in his own waves of pleasure that he barely felt your nails clawing at his legs. he looked down at you again, damn near about to cum at how ruined you looked.

your eyes were glossy, slightly red from the tears threatening to fall, face completely flushed, mouth full of his cock—just the way he wanted you. he let out a string of curses, his grip on your hair tightening by the second. his balls slapped harshly against your chin as he thrusted; and that's where the gagging started. your body convulsed around him, tears definitely flowing down your cheeks as your body began to violently retch. your mouth watered around his length, and although physically uncomfortable, deep down you enjoyed this. you enjoyed letting him use your mouth like a fleshlight.

aside from the sound of his balls slapping against your chin, only your lewd gargling noises and his needy groans could be heard. you couldn’t ignore the pool forming in your panties, not when he’s using you like this. your hand snuck down to the hem of your shorts, swiftly sliding your fingers behind the fabric and inside your panties. you eagerly rubbed circles in your sopping clit, stiffly moaning against his cock. he very quickly became aware of what you were doing, and the corner of his mouth pulled up into amused smirk, his member twitching in your mouth.

“oh? you’re touching yourself while i fuck your needy little mouth?” he rhetorically questioned, eyeing the way your hands fondled with your cunt. you could only let out a long exhale through your nose in response. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? letting me fuck this throat? such a nasty little girl..”

his words shot straight down to your pussy, your hole clenching around nothing. you were borderline grinding against your own hand as he wrecked your mouth, and it brought you closer and closer to the edge.. and him. his thrusts began to stutter, his hips swiveling all kinds of directions. you could feel him everywhere; down your throat, roof of your mouth, sides of your teeth, there was nowhere his dick hadn’t touched.

“shit, baby. im so close—hmmmmhhh—gonna let me fill up your pretty mouth?”

although it was a question, something inside of you—not just his dick—was saying you didn’t necessarily have a choice. he was gonna cum inside your mouth no matter your answer. he twisted your hair around his palm, holding it almost like a makeshift ponytail, then pushed your head all the way down his shaft. your face made direct contact with the pubic hair around his member. you struggled to breathe out of your nose at this point, and you were sure he could reach your lungs if he tried. he held your head at the base of his cock, driving deeply into your mouth. your tongue rested flat against him, the vibrations of your choked out protests fueling the fire even more.

with one final string of curses, he was releasing his warm seed down your throat. it lasted ages. he didn’t halt his movements until he was sure his balls were completely empty, then, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, a string of your saliva and his cum falling from his tip. he threw his head back once, sighing in contentment. you sat there—lips slightly parted, tears rolling down your red cheeks. everything hurt.

he stooped down in front of you, placing his hand on your cheek before speaking. “swallow.”

you tried, you really did, but your throat ached. it felt swollen and bruised. sukuna roughly tapped the palm of his hand against your cheek, instinctively making your head turn to the side. “come on, be good. swallow it.”

you screwed your eyes shut, then sucked it up and swallowed his salty load. you could feel the warmth of it traveling down your throat. once it was all down, you panted, finally feeling like you can catch your breath after all that. you attempted to clear your throat and speak, but the discomfort stopped you. sukuna was the one to break the silence instead.

“you did good, baby. made me so proud.” he said, caressing your cheek with his thumb. you leaned into his touch, your chest till heaving up and down. unfortunately, you were still very much turned on. he could tell, your fingers were still shiny with your slick. “my needy girl.. she’s soaked, isn’t she?”

you pathetically whimpered out as sukuna’s hand traveled from your cheek to your clothed pussy, his fingers gently pressing against your folds. with one swift movement, his fingers were inside your panties, one finger circling your fluttering entrance. “pl-lease…” you managed to whisper out, your hand wrapping around his wrist. he slowly pushed his finger inside you, earning a helpless whine from you.

“shhh, i’ll make you feel so, so good now.”

he was just getting started…

you were a virgin. well, for a reason. it was rooted in puritan traditions as well as an idealistic personal choice of wanting your first to be with someone you marry.

“this isn’t sex. so don’t worry” satoru flashed a puerile smile, showcasing his milk white canine teeth which dug in to his spit glossed lips.

his cock, colored in a deeper shade of wisteria with protruding veins woven around, slid on the thin layer of your dampened panties. your thighs were parted with his obstinate hands, both knees pressed right on the mattress; having you in full view.

your cotton panties, were too wet, clinging on to you—even more so, due to him caressing and pressing it on your skin with the help of his shaft to vividly showcase the lining of your pussy.

“relax cutie, this is within the rules” albeit, it actually wasn’t.

clearly not at all. but all you could do was let out indecent whimpers of bittersweet pleasure. satoru’s idea of celibacy was simple. anything but the intercourse—which was totally wrong but oh well. “come on, baby. don’t be shy”. his cheeky cadence trapped you in a profane dichotomy; left you teetering between a rebuke or an allowing of him to continue his orgasmic torture.

“’toru, mhm, n–no..” puny protests scrambled from your mouth earning a teasing chuckle from him. “haah—please” but it all simply met with complete disregard.

satoru’s bulky tip, a muted smudge of a pastel pink, was already salivating. a string of thick pre-cum on his slit, dispersed itself on the wetness of your panties. “hm, you sure say no but you are dripping for me” he uttered through clenched teeth, rubbing the underside of his length on to your clothed folds. “yeah, feel this huh?”.

a hedonistic smiled etched on to his porcelain face, the corner of his lips formed a torpid crescent. mischievously, his pale fingers guided himself in between your folds, his dick grinding itself between your puffed labia. “fuck, you seriously do grip like a damn virgin”.

he squeezed the bulbous head of his cock, his speed increasing with needy pantings. sweat beads laid artistry of webs on his forehead, temple and neck. his pearl luminescent face was flush with a spread of crimson from pure need and want.

his eyes had drooped, jaw tightened as he stretched the hem of your panties upwards till your naval. the movement caused the fabric to thin out—you could feel him. clearly. tangible even with the barrier of your soaked panties.

you let out a visceral moan when his tip nudged your clit with a soft, slow kiss. his cockhead traced the outline of your cunt, palpating red to stuff you full with his cum soiled dick.

“fuck, wonder what it’d be like inside this tight virgin pussy.” his lilt slowed, sensual as if aching with yearn. his blue-flamed orbs darkened in to a softer grey, half-lid, staring directly at you. “you ever wonder that, sweetie? this huuuge dick slowly filling you up, right inside this sweet little spot. would go all the way in yeah. mhm… ever think of so?”

“thinking about me bottoming out. you know what that is baby? every inch of me inside of you. inside your wet cunt. hmm, takin’ your virginity, corruptin’ every bit of your innocence.”

and there it was. with a few more incessant rubs against your outline, he spurted out thick loads of pasty-like cum on to you. his hand made sure milk all of it out, whorishly rubbing the cream all over your covered hole, giving your wet pussy a few slaps. “see, kept my word. didn’t i? no sex” an audacious statement formed with a complacent grin.

this wasn’t supposed to be.

the deal was simply to see what a penis looked like. not to have your best friend fuck you through your panties.

“all the way in, baby, c’mon.” sukuna cooed.

your back was pressed against his chest, his legs hooked around yours, keeping you spread wide open for him as he watched you stuff yourself full with your fingers.

“p-please, ‘kuna,” you moaned, head resting on his shoulder while he kept one hand on your lower stomach, occasionally pressing down while the other stayed squeezing your breast.

“keep going, you’re almost there.” he laughed, his chest vibrating behind you mixed with the way his rough voice sounded in your ear had you clenching around your own fingers.

you wiggled in his hold only to have his hand tighten around you. you had your middle finger and your ring finger inside your cunt, attempting to mimic his. but it was no use. your fingers just weren’t long enough!

tears prodded at your eyes as you gave in, sinking your fingers all the way until they were buried deep inside you.

“t-there!” you whined, stilling your fingers. “now h-help me!”

above you, sukuna let out a light chuckle before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “alright, alright. i got you.”

the hand on your lower stomach inched lower, fingertips brushing your clit. you began to pull your fingers out, only for the hand on your breast to come down, holding your fingers deep inside you.

you glanced up in confusion, only for him to lean down, brushing his lips against your neck. “keep those in there f’me, baby.” you were about to ask him what before you felt his own finger prod at your entrance.

your eyes shot wide, looking back down at where his hand was laid on top of yours, pressing firmly down on your clit while still keeping your fingers buried deep.

“you wanted me to help you, right?” he asked, smirk plastered on his face.

he pressed his index finger in near yours, your entrance opening up immediately. he pressed in farther before stopping at the first knuckle.

you gasped, using your other hand to claw at his other arm, “w-wait! that’s n-not what i meant!”

sukuna shushed you, his chin now resting on your shoulder to get a good view of your hole being stretched out by both of your fingers.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t had three fingers inside you before, sukuna often had to use three to prep you open for his cock, but two of those three being yours? you feel like you could collapse on the spot.

his finger slowly pushed in deeper before stopping short at where yours were. you whimpered, mouth agape at feeling the way his finger was pressed against yours inside your quivering walls.

his lips brushed against your ear, “now, do you feel how far your fingers reach, baby?” he asked, wiggling his finger around to emphasize his words.

you nodded, a whiny moan slipping out only for his other hand to squeeze yours, making your clit twitch at the sudden pressure.

“words, doll.” he groaned, feeling the way you clenched around him.

“y-yes!” you nodded again, the back of your head bumping against his shoulder at the same time.

“hmm,” he hummed. “well, now do you feel how much my fingers can reach?”

he thrusted his finger in all the way, reaching way farther than yours.

“fuck! ahh— ‘kuna!” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden fullness.

your cunt involuntary clenched, his finger longer and thicker than yours wiggled around inside you, poking at the spongy spot immediately.

“hahh— r-right there, p-please,” you whined, feeling that familiar feeling build up in your stomach.

apparently sukuna felt it, too, because he pulled his finger out, slick coating his finger all the way down until it dripped onto his hand.

before you could say anything, he brought his finger back, only this time they mirrored yours.

“let’s see if you can take two fingers now, baby. or should i say, four?” he asked, pushing both fingers in now, your entrance opening up with zero resistance.

“h-hold on!” you tried to slap away his hand, only for his grip to tighten on your other, making your clit even more sensitive to the pressure.

sukuna loved your glasses.

it was practically the first thing he noticed about you when you two first met. and you quickly caught on how much he loved them.

he would always beg you to keep them on while you two had sex, sometimes even begging you to let him cum on them.

hell, every time you crawled onto his lap and started kissing along his jaw all he could imagine was how he was going to paint your lenses white with his cum.

you used to always say no, saying that it was too hard to clean afterwards and how you could always smell his cum on your face throughout the day even if he offered to clean them for you.

you only said yes on special occasions. just like today.

you had been tutoring sukuna for his midterm, determined to get him at least above a 70%.

though he wasn’t as determined as you. for some reason he was content with his usual 60%.

so what did you do? motivate him of course!

“sukuna. are you even paying attention?” you whisper yelled at him after being yelled at yourself by the librarian earlier.

sukuna had his head shoved in his hands, groaning in response before mumbling what sounded like a mocking yes underneath his breath.

you let out a sigh, turning your body to full face him.

“c’mon, you have to study. these are your midterms we’re talking about, you can’t afford to fail these, ‘kuna.”

he lifted his head up, still not facing you while his hands fidgeted with your pencil. “i know, but i just don’t get it. there’s no way i’m gonna learn all of this in time.”

you felt your chest tighten.

before you sat the infamous frat boy, ryomen sukuna, confessing to his girlfriend with the saddest puppy look painted on his ink covered face that he didn’t understand physics.

you did the only thing you could do at that moment because what good was having a nerd girlfriend if she couldn’t help out her boyfriend in his academic stump?

you shifted in your seat, scooting closer to sukuna and using one of your hands to tug on his sleeve while the other covered the side of ear to whisper in it.

“i’ll let you cum on my glasses if you pass.”

sukuna whipped his head around so fast he almost hit you. his sad look now replaced with wide eyes and ears as red as a tomato.

before you could say anything else he sprung up out of his chair, startling both you and the other people in the library.

you looked up at him, eyebrows practically shot up to your hairline. “what are you doing?”

“i’m going to check out a physics book.”

the man didn’t even own a physics book.

so it definitely came to your surprise when sukuna texted you a picture of his midterm with a big fat 91% circled in red ink at the top of his paper a week after.

so now here you were, keeping up your end of the deal.

you were both fully bare, sukuna sprawled across the bed, legs spread open for you to kneel in between.

he had just came from his class, skipping the next just so he could finally get the reward he waited a week for.

“fuck, just like that, baby.” sukuna groaned. one hand placed on the back of your head, palm so big he practically covered your entire head, while the other was gripping at the sheets, fighting for his life to not thrust up into your mouth. “good fucking girl. you want me to paint your face that fucking bad?”

you hummed around his cock, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat with every bop of your head. the sounds coming out of you sounded horrifically pronagraphic.

sukuna could only laugh, “dirty girl. what would people say if they knew their precious little nerd was over here with her boyfriend’s cock down her throat, practically begging for me to ruin those pretty little glasses?” he reached out to push your glasses back up your face, empathizing his words.

you moaned at his rude comment, keeping your hands on his thighs, droll dripping down your chin and his cock onto the bed. you knew sukuna liked it messy. and sukuna knew you liked it a little humiliating.

pulling off his cock with a loud pop! you started to lick from the base up, gathering up all your saliva only to spit it back into his aching tip only to watch it all dribbled back down.

not only did his cock twitch at that, sukuna fucking whimpered at the action.

you traced the bulging vain on the underside of his cock with your tongue, glasses fogging up while they kept on bumping into him.

“holy shit, fuck, i can feel the cold rims of your fucking glasses all over my dick, baby.” sukuna groaned, crimson eyes locked on yours as you placed a small kiss on his tip, hoping to try and cool it down before enveloping it back in your mouth.

“fucking slut. you know what you do to me— hahh shit.” sukuna groaned, mouth agape as he stared down at you. “i-i can’t take it anymore. ‘m sorry, sweetheart.”

your eyebrows furred in confusion before his other hand shot out, both of them now gripping your head to bob you up and down his leaking cock.

digging your nails into his thighs, you couldn’t help but tear up at the sudden roughness of the thrusts of his hips.

“hah— you’re, fuck, y-you— fuck!”

the man couldn’t even speak anymore.

“yeah, yeah. there’s my good girl, fuck, my sweet little slut wants me to cum all over those cute little glasses of hers, isn’t that right, baby?”

you could only moan around his cock, the vibrations shooting up his spine, cheeks hollowing out around his cock to try and get him to come faster.

“holy shit,” sukuna mumbled, hand tugging on your hair to pull you up.

you twisted your head away, trying to catch your breath. immediately gulping up air before coughing at all the saliva stuck in the back of your throat.

sukuna’s free hand shot out, gripping your chin hard enough to move you back to face his flushed cock.

his hand left your chin only to come down to stroke his cock at a rapid pace. the hand on your head gripped your hair a little harder, forcing you lower and closer to his cock.

“ahh— shit, just stay right there f’me, pretty.”

sukuna came with a loud groan, cum shooting out to cover all over your glasses, some even landing right above them and dripping down onto the bridge of your nose.

hell, he aimed high to hit your glasses that some even ended up getting into your hair, coating the top of your head along with his fingers that were still tightly holding you down.

you could only whine when sukuna rubbed his tip on your lenses, cum getting on both sides before slapping his still hard dick all over your now fogged up and cum covered glasses.

sukuna was breathing heavily, post orgasm now hitting him hard. “s-so fucking pretty f’me.”

then to no one’s surprise, he dipped his tip into some of the cum that happened to land on your cheek, then moving back to wipe it all over on your glasses.

sukuna groaned at the sight before him, tapping his cock on your lips and tilting your head back farther.

“go ahead. clean me up, sweets.”

you huffed before sticking your tongue out to kitten lick along his tip. sukuna laughed at how obedient you were.

grin wide on his face, his moved his hand from your head, tongue coming out to lick his cum off before using his index finger to write on one of your lenses.

a large letter S written in his cum was now sitting so nicely on your fogged up lenses.

“fuck,” was all he said before pulling you off his cock and tugging you up so he could capture your mouth in a rough, messy kiss.

he could never get over the feeling of your cum covered glasses pressing into his face as he licked into your mouth, swallowing your moans.

How your boyfriends!TojiKuna make up after an argument. Bf!Toji x Bf!Trueform!Sukuna

cw: poly relationship, sloppy head, cum cum cum, fighting, big angry juicy men who love eachother <3 (FIRST TIME WRITING MLM PLS BE NICE 🙏)

All you wanted was some peace and quiet.

It was around that time in the evening, the sky painted in a periwinkle twilight, darkened trees casting broad shadows into the living room. You sat curled up on the couch, a heavy blanket gluing you to its plush as you flickered between the pages of a novel.

The boys were in the yard, sparring under the bright glow of a fire burning nearby, your nightly routine rudely interrupted by the sound of your back door slamming shut.

“Why must you be so sensitive?” Sukuna growled from the yard, stepping into the light behind a very visibly annoyed Toji.

“Sensitive? Who the fuck are you callin’ sensitive? You’re the one who doesn’t know how to fuckin’ spar properly, dickhead.” Toji barked, a large heavy hand hovering over the bruise forming on his lower abdomen.

Naturally, they’d had scuffles many times before.

Two large, experienced men practicing their craft by rough-housing with eachother—typical boyfriend behaviour.

But this?

Sukuna noticing a blind spot in Toji’s defenses and carelessly going in for the hit?

He had never fucked up like this before.

Maybe it was his ego—the king of curses having no choice but to let his pride overtake him. Or maybe it was his insecurity, having to prove himself to such a gifted fighter such as Toji.

Either way, the sight of his boyfriend’s beautifully sharp gaze staring pained daggers at him had his heart sinking in his chest.

“Brainless mortal.” Sukuna mutters sourly, causing toji to scoff and stomp down the hall to your bedroom, a loud slam! of the bedroom door following shortly after.

"So, you gonna tell me what happened?”

His jaw clenches at the words, like he’s trying to twist reality to avoid accountability.

“He wanted to fight—” He faces you, all four hands firmly planted on his hips as he narrows his eyes at you. “And he couldn’t handle it.”

Riiiiiiiiiight.

“Kuna—” You unfurl from your couch cocoon, lazy steps trailing towards his absurdly large frame.

“He seemed really upset.” Your hands find his chest, softly caressing the skin as you trail your prints up to his shoulders, neck, jaw. And with the feeling of your fingers dancing along his dense skin—a chill of realization runs down his spine, urging culpability.

A pair of hands find your waist, another tracing your spine and cupping your hip as he thinks it through with a loud huff. “I suppose I may have used more force than usual…” he mutters, barely audible.

And after gently cupping his cheek, drawing his gaze to yours for a quiet exchange, he’s off to your bedroom—stomping reluctant steps down the hall.

The air is tense and undeniable as he approaches, the darkness peeking around the doorframe mocking him with uncertainty. He enters quietly, Toji’s features illuminated by the phone screen beaming back at him.

His eyes flicker up from the device, his gaze sharp enough to slice right through Sukuna’s expectant stare. But he ignores him, continueting to scroll mindlessly—paying him no attention at all.

Sukuna crossed the space, walking to his side of the bed before sitting down, his back to Toji’s piercing regard. They pause for a beat, the tension like a spark in the air—a fiery heat burning bright behind each others eyes.

And with a final scoff of pure ego, Sukuna peers over his shoulder, every nerve in his body melting under his lovers softened gaze.

He looked so beautiful like this.

Laid back against the headboard—his large frame filling the beds surface. His chest, bare and tender to the nights fresh air. His stomach, sprouting a deep red blooming heavy pockets of blood, surrounded by splotches of pink and yellow pains. A map of bruises mark sukuna’s heartless strike, Toji’s muscles twitching from the pulsing ache.

“You’re strong, Fushiguro.”

And just as a sharp retort forms on his tongue, the words die as that familiar need sprouts deep in his tummy. He shrugs, eyes dark and begging beneath obsidian bangs.

Sukuna knows those eyes.

He notices the vague buck of his hips straining against fabric.

The faint twitch of his scarred lips, wanting and needy.

Every micro movement, every soft sigh and hum has sukuna burning at the cheeks. His ego roaring reprimands and justification, his heart beating a lustfull hum.

“I know.” Toji remarks, awaiting some sort of apology. Acknowledgment. Anything.

And to his surprise, the apology takes the form of his brute of a boyfriend shuffling against the sheets—his massive, four-armed body curling against him.

Toji’s breath hitches upon feeling him trace his abs, thick fingers lining every muscle, slowly working their way over to the bruise pulsing beneath his skin.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you..” Sukuna hums, eyes soft when they meet Toji’s. And upon holding each others gaze for a moment longer, the fluffy hair of Toji’s happy trail peaks with a hot shiver, Sukuna’s fingers slowly gliding lower and lower.

“Yeah well-” He begins, his voice hoarse from the sensation, “you did.”

Sukuna huffs loud, but there’s no bite to it. Just a remorseful, embarrassed sound laced with frustration and desire. He wants to fix it, he wants to make his boyfriend feel better, good, loved.

But for a man as emotionally impaired as sukuna, it’s not nearly that simple.

“I know.” He mouths, it’s quiet, simple, soft enough to soothe but vague enough to evade accountability.

“I’ll make it better.”

God, what has he become?

A domesticated freak of nature?

The man who’d grown accustomed to ripping people apart limb from limb, to burning civilisations, to destroying lives for his ego—now curled against his boyfriend, caressing the bruises he’d left to his skin.

And before he knows it, he’s dipping a hand beneath Toji’s waistband, cupping his slowly hardening length between thick fingers—the soft hitch in his boyfriend’s breath making his head spin.

“Ryo–”

His heavy cock twitching under every soft stroke, Toji’s hips buck up, desperately grinding against Sukuna’s palm. With a few thorough tugs on his aching length, he’s already hard and dripping over his boyfriend’s hands, pre-cum drooling over his knuckles.

“Better?”

Toji nods hard, eyes rolling and heavy lidded, expression twisted in reluctant pleasure.

“Yeah—mgh, better.”

And if the perfect friction of Sukuna’s fingers gliding up and down his shaft wasn’t enough, the warm pulse of his hot mouth certainly was.

In a haze of euphoria, he barely even noticed how Sukuna freed him from his sweats, his eyelids fluttering open to the lewd sight of his fat cock disappearing around Sukuna’s glistening lips.

“Fuuuuuck–”

A warm groan vibrates around his length, his boyfriend’s salmon locks intertwining around his fingers curling hard into the softness. Every stutter of toji’s speech, the barely-there tremble under his breath, it just fuels Sukuna’s desire to please.

He pulls back with a loud wet pop!, all four eyes staring straight into Toji’s as he continues to pump his heat. “Good?” He grumbles softly, only to be met with a deep, satisfied groan. “Yeah, mgh—good”

Sukuna shifts against the sheets, all four arms reaching out to further grab and hold.

One hand lands on the outskirts of Toji’s bruise, fingers dancing softly against the skin and outlining the purple and plum shape. Another sneaked up to firmly grab his jaw, forcing Toji’s gaze to meet his own.

He takes him again, supple lips drooling messily along his cock, sucking and squeezing around every thick vein.

And Toji’s losing his fucking mind, grinding and bucking his hips to kiss the back of Sukuna’s warm gooey throat. Fisting his pink hair, jaw tense against the firm hand holding him steady.

As the pressure builds, sukuna hovers another hand under Toji’s twitchy balls, a malevolent drooling mouth contorting out from under his skin, its long wicked tongue running smooth against him.

“God Ryo, ‘love when you do that.” He cooes, eyes bleary, chasing the high of his lovers lips.

He twitches, laboured breaths filling the room with hot humid huffs. “M’gonna cum—”

He spills generously. Thick heavy ropes of pearly white cum stuffing sukuna’s wet mouth, a mess of foamy saliva and satisfied release curling at the corners of his lips—bubbling down his chin.

It’s messy.

Globs of drool and cum coating Toji’s pelvis like a debaucherous painting, soaking into his pubic hair and smearing over Sukuna’s face. It’s nasty, sticky and gross, but it’s their own special mix that gets them high on eachother every time.

Another wet slurp! follows as Sukuna pulls back, his tired tongue flicking outwards to lovingly clean up the mess.

It’s too much.

The overwhelming sensation of Sukuna’s tongue gliding over every inch of soiled skin, littering it up and down with soft pecks and kisses. It feels like every nerve is ablaze, burning a deliciously mind-numbing heat all over his body.

He can’t stop jerking, twitching and thrusting at the feeling, desperate drops of cum still spurting from his sensitive tip—rolling over and pooling at the base.

“So messy..” sukuna hums before gently kissing a line up and down his shaft. “S’your fault.” Toji replies, their usual banter ever present.

“I know,” sukuna begins, gently tucking his boyfriend back into his now soaked sweatpants. “–It was my fault.” The words seemingly in response to the sticky wetness on Toji’s crotch were actually aimed at the deep pain still present on his abdomen, his lips gently brushing the skin and kissing it better.

“You’re an asshole.” Toji remarks, softly threading his fingers through his peachy locks.

“Mhm, I know.”

They melt away for a bit, humming along to each others heartbeats while exchanging body heat, off in their own little world together. Close, comfy, warm.

On instinct, they sense your narrowed eyes smiling at them from the doorframe, both of them perking up and gesturing for you to join.