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toji eating you while you're in the middle of a very important job meeting wasn't supposed to happen!

but he’s lying back on the bed, shirtless, smug, and already patting his chest. “c’mon, baby. sit on my face,” he groans, voice heavy with need, like he’s been starving for it all day. “be a good girl for me. i know you’ll cum fast—can’t ever handle it when i suck on this pretty clit, huh?”

you try to resist, try to focus on your notes and the gallery of coworkers blinking on your laptop screen. but toji’s strong hands grab your thighs and tug you down with no effort, manhandling you into straddling his face like you weigh nothing. you barely get yourself muted in time before his mouth meets your cunt—hot, greedy, disgusting in the best way.

“t-toji, stop,” you whisper in a panic, hands trembling as you brace yourself on the bed frame. your thighs already feel weak, his tongue flicking ruthlessly over your clit like he’s trying to draw every sound out of you.

he chuckles against you, the vibration making your legs jolt. “stop?” he murmurs mockingly, licking a fat stripe through your folds. “nah, baby. unmute it. let your boss hear how much this slutty pussy loves squirting on my face.”

your eyes widen. “toji—”

“do it.”

and because you’re soaked, needy, and too far gone to think straight, you do. your hand trembles as you unmute yourself, heart thundering as you try to keep your face composed for the camera. but he doesn’t give you time to adjust. toji dives back in like he owns you, dragging his tongue in maddening circles around your clit, locking his jaw to suck with obscene, wet noises that make your toes curl. it's clear he's doing this for his own pleasure, it's no regards as to how his wife looks on camera. it actually makes his cock throb, knowing she's up there struggling to stay professional with his tongue in her slit.

“okay, let’s go over last week’s meeting,” your boss says, her voice distant over the roar of blood in your ears. each of your coworkers sits calmly in their little squares while yours is turning into a damn porno. your cheeks are flushed, lip bitten raw, hair clinging to your sweaty forehead—and in your own box, you look wrecked.

“mrs. fushiguro?” your boss asks. you hear the concern in her voice. “is everything alright?”

“y—yes!” you choke, blinking hard, trying to remember what the hell a spreadsheet even is. “just—just a headache. sorry.”

toji groans underneath you, tongue flattening against your clit as he laps like a man possessed. your thighs shake around his head, your hands clawing at his hair, and when he suddenly slips two thick fingers inside you without warning, you nearly scream.

your body trembles violently, muscles locking up as your orgasm slams into you. your hips grind against his mouth, chasing it, unable to stop now even if you wanted to. slick gushes out of you, messy and uncontrollable, spilling over his tongue and chin—and toji just moans, holding you down, drinking every drop like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted.

you slap the laptop shut before anyone sees too much. your pulse still thuds in your ears.

panting, legs still twitching, you glare down at him. his eyes are dark, lips glossy with your cum, and he’s grinning like the smug bastard he is.

“if i get fired,” you growl, wiping your face with the back of your hand, “it’s your ass.”

toji just licks his lips and smirks. “worth it.”

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wait there's no way i posted this on my birthday

confronting your school bully once and for all didn't go in the way you expected ( ｡ •` ⤙´• ｡ꐦ) you were gonna give that big, stupid meanie sukuna a piece of your mind. not bounce mindlessly on his throbbing cock until you start to drool, with your slick cunt making such an embarrassing mess on his wet shaft like you want this.

"what's wrong, pretty girl?" he sneers. his hands are behind his head while he lets you hold his waist to balance yourself, watching you bounce and ride his dick as he tucks his bottom lip beneath his teeth. "thought you hated me."

"shuuut uppp—" your voice cracks as you struggle to hold onto the last sliver of pride you have, you whimper, voice cracking as you try to hold onto the last sliver of pride you have. but it's hard. so, so hard. especially when his fat tip is bullying your cervix and making your stomach flutter with every bounce. you want to smack that stupid smirk off his face, but you can't even hold yourself upright. all you can do is cling tighter, dizzy from how good it feels, dripping and clenching like the needy little thing you swore you weren't.

he moves his hands from behind his head to slap and grip your ass, spreading the cheeks to watch his cock disappear deeper inside you. "you've got a mouth on you, girl," he snarls. "luckily, i know exactly how to shut it." he's right. god, he's so right. because right now? that mouth of yours is too busy moaning his name and babbling nonsense to talk any more shit.

your thighs are shaking, rhythm stuttering, and he knows you're close. he starts bouncing you himself now, big rough hands using you like his own personal toy. your eyes roll back as a fresh wave of heat pulses through you, loud gasps slipping out no matter how hard you try to bite them back.

"that the best you got?" he teases, voice low and smug as hell. "you were talkin' all that shit earlier, now look at you. dumb little schoolgirl brain all melted on my cock." you try to talk back-really, you do-but all that comes out is a high-pitched moan and a pathetic little twitch of your hips. you're clenching so tight around him, body trembling, tears threatening to spill as he starts rutting up into you even deeper.

"god, you're such a mess," he groans, fucking up into you so hard your body jolts. "bet next time you think about confronting me, you'll remember this-me, balls deep, wrecking this bratty little cunt." and fuck, he's right again. your head's empty, brain foggy, and all you can do is cling to him like your life depends on it while he ruins you completely.

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OMG QUEEN I MISSED YOU✌️✌️💔💔💔😔😔

HII ANON i think i'm back from the dead <3

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ngl i’m a munch for ur writings 

thank youuuuuu bbq !!! <333 TT i need to keep writing i just lost my libido entirely

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heyyyy, i always feel like i'm abandoning this page sometimes 😔

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confronting your school bully once and for all didn't go in the way you expected ( ｡ •` ⤙´• ｡ꐦ) you were gonna give that big, stupid meanie sukuna a piece of your mind. not bounce mindlessly on his throbbing cock until you start to drool, with your slick cunt making such an embarrassing mess on his wet shaft like you want this.

"what's wrong, pretty girl?" he sneers. his hands are behind his head while he lets you hold his waist to balance yourself, watching you bounce and ride his dick as he tucks his bottom lip beneath his teeth. "thought you hated me."

"shuuut uppp—" your voice cracks as you struggle to hold onto the last sliver of pride you have, you whimper, voice cracking as you try to hold onto the last sliver of pride you have. but it's hard. so, so hard. especially when his fat tip is bullying your cervix and making your stomach flutter with every bounce. you want to smack that stupid smirk off his face, but you can't even hold yourself upright. all you can do is cling tighter, dizzy from how good it feels, dripping and clenching like the needy little thing you swore you weren't.

he moves his hands from behind his head to slap and grip your ass, spreading the cheeks to watch his cock disappear deeper inside you. "you've got a mouth on you, girl," he snarls. "luckily, i know exactly how to shut it." he's right. god, he's so right. because right now? that mouth of yours is too busy moaning his name and babbling nonsense to talk any more shit.

your thighs are shaking, rhythm stuttering, and he knows you're close. he starts bouncing you himself now, big rough hands using you like his own personal toy. your eyes roll back as a fresh wave of heat pulses through you, loud gasps slipping out no matter how hard you try to bite them back.

"that the best you got?" he teases, voice low and smug as hell. "you were talkin' all that shit earlier, now look at you. dumb little schoolgirl brain all melted on my cock." you try to talk back-really, you do-but all that comes out is a high-pitched moan and a pathetic little twitch of your hips. you're clenching so tight around him, body trembling, tears threatening to spill as he starts rutting up into you even deeper.

"god, you're such a mess," he groans, fucking up into you so hard your body jolts. "bet next time you think about confronting me, you'll remember this-me, balls deep, wrecking this bratty little cunt." and fuck, he's right again. your head's empty, brain foggy, and all you can do is cling to him like your life depends on it while he ruins you completely.

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my birthday’s coming up you guysss, i remember this one toji, sukuna x birthday girl reader but i can’t find it 😣

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pinterest hiring an ai company and like EVERYONE got banned is really pissing me off

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sorry guys…. i kinda abandoned my projects BECAUSEEEE i wasn’t feeling good 💔 hi everyone

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continuation of this post ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

“y/n, ah!” nerdyclassmate!choso moaned as his head lolled back, fingers digging into your plush thighs as you bounce on his dick like you needed it. his mouth hung open, pretty moans spilling out as his thick shaft disappeared into your soaked pussy, over and over again. "bet you’ve jerked off to this, you dork.” you snapped at him, rolling your hips slow and deep, grinning your clit right against his pelvis. "nerdy little virgin, dreaming about fucking the class slut." the only thing the poor guy was capable of was whimpering, the sound cracking in his throat as your gummy walls nearly sucked the lingering consciousness out of him through his leaking tip.

"i—i can't—g-gonna cum—" choso whined, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he writhed beneath you. he couldn't handle the way your tight pussy gripped his shaft and tried to suck his cock deeper, the way your walls molded to his thick shaft. you—trying to keep yourself together as his thick tip bruises your cervix—looks down at his flustered face, skin red, black hair sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat adorned his forehead. you could tell he was close, you could feel it in the way his cock twitches violently inside of you, like he wanted to burst a load shamelessly into you.

"k-keep it inside," you managed to bite out, bouncing on his cock as the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs filled the room, "—better not cum." what would everyone think if they found out a guy like choso fucked you? that you let the kid wjth fogged-up glasses fuck you dumb? they'd think you're an easy, cheap fuck. or maybe you took needed him for the homework answers and took advantage of it, maybe. but none of them knew what it felt like to be split open on a cock this big.

choso whimpered as he looked up at you, you looked down, his pink cheeks flushed, his glasses with the lenses fogged sitting on the bedside table from him probably knocking them off. "y-you, you look beautiful..." he huffs, squeezing the fat of your hip as you continue riding his dick. the softness in his voice is genuine. "s-shut up..." you hissed, feeling your walls flutter around his twitching cock.

he moaned, high and desperate, then his cock jerked violent inside of you, thick ropes spilling deep into your cunt as he came with a choked sob.

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I miss you queen🥀🥀🙏🙏

SORRYYYY GUYS 😫 i literally haven’t been in the best mood for the pasts few weeks

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i had a dream about this so i'm too far gone

giving nerdyclassmate!choso head for the first time ^^

"you're doing so good," you praise him, voice muffled as you bob your head steadily on his fat cock. spit strings from your lips, eyes watering as your throat strains around him, but fuck, it's worth it. he's huge. stretching your mouth to the limit, making your jaw ache in the best way. you’re honestly pissed at yourself for not getting in his pants earlier, who knew the quiet dork in the back of the class was hiding this?

"y/n i-i'm gonna cum..." he quietly huffs, running his fingers through your hair as he adjusts his hips in the chair. unlike the other guys you’ve been with—cocky, loud, full of bravado—he’s shy, shaky, almost scared of how good it feels, and his submissiveness stirs something deep in your core. you pull your head up, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop as you slap his tip on your tongue, looking up at him. "wait!" he jerks his hips up as his cock throbs in your hand. "don't stop, i-it feels good..."

total virgin.

"why should i?" you tease, dipping your mouth lower to trail kisses along his balls, tongue flicking playfully while your hand keeps pumping his soaked shaft. "beg for it."

his jaw clenches as he fights the urge to thrust. he’s flushed deep pink, glasses sliding down his nose, hair sticking to his forehead. you can tell he's close by the way he keeps twitching and you're about to ruin his orgasm, but that’s part of the fun!

"y/n, pleaseee." he whines, breath hitching. this time he yanks your hair, grabbing his own dick as he presses it against your lips. you give in, sucking his cock some more as he throws his head back.

you grin against him, giving in and sucking him down again, tongue dragging along the underside as you take him deeper, wetter, messier than before. he throws his head back with a choked moan, hands trembling, thighs clenching under your palms.

“shit—s-s’too much,” he whines, but his hips are still twitching, still trying to fuck into your mouth like he can’t help himself. poor thing doesn’t even know how to handle getting head.

you pull back again, licking up the length of his cock slow like you’re savoring it. “thought you wanted to cum,” you murmur, breath warm and filthy against his tip. “what, too much for you, pretty boy?”

his whole face is red, glasses slipping down his nose, lips parted and panting. “n-no, i want it—please keep going, i’ll cum, i swear—!”

you press a kiss to his slit, watching his whole body jerk. “then be a good boy and let me taste it.”

his hips stutter as he cums hard, moaning through gritted teeth as thick spurts paint your tongue, your lips, your cheeks. he tries to cover his mouth with one hand, but he’s shaking too bad, moaning your name like it’s the only word he knows. you milk him through it with slow strokes, licking him clean as he falls back against the chair like you just ruined him.

you crawl up into his lap, lips and chin still messy, and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “not bad for your first time,” you purr. “next time, i’ll let you finish inside.”

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the house was quiet today.

it wasn't rare, but this kind of quiet was different. still. heavy. soft in a way that made your chest ache.

sukuna sat on the couch, one arm curled protectively around your newborn daughter, her tiny body pressed against his chest. she wore the tiny knitted hat you picked out—white with kitten ears—and strands of her soft pink hair peeked out from beneath it, sticking up since they refused to behave.

his other hand held a crumpled piece of paper, gifted with pride by the small artist on a sugar-high right now, bouncing around the living room. your son, still learning how to pronounce his "r"s, had grinned wide with his toothless mouth and yelled, "i drew us!" before dashing off to play again.

sukuna stared at the drawing, red eyes darting around the paper like he was analyzing every detail. or trying to make sense of whatever a four-year-old could manage to draw.

three stick figures, one labeled "me," with messy hair, a big open mouth, and two teeth missing from the middle. another labeled as "mommy," in a giant, triangular pink dress with stars and hearts all over, holding a little pink scribble labeled as "sister," and "daddy"— huge, lopsided, four arms, fangs, and "ROAR" scrawled next to his head in red crayon.

you sat down beside him, resting your chin on his shoulder. "he's so proud of it."

"...i look like a demon," he muttered, eyes still locked on the page.

"you are one, sometimes." you teased gently, "but he still thinks you're the coolest."

he went quiet again, then exhaled. something unsteady in his breath. "i didn't want this," he admitted quietly, his voice low like he confessed to something awful. "didn't think i had it in me. didn't think i'd be any good."

you glanced down at the way he was holding your daughter. soft. careful. his thumb brushing over the rim of her hat, her pink hair catching the light.

"you're better than good, su. they adore you." you said, your own expression softening as you ran your fingers through his hair.

you kissed his arm, right above where your daughter's tiny hand was curled in his skin.

"you're doing good, daddy," you whispered. "even if you do look like a monster in crayon."

he chuckled, and the sound was raw. honest. he pressed the drawing to his daughter's back like a shield and held her just a little tighter.

"she's never gonna draw me like that," he muttered. "right?"

you smiled. "nope. she'll make you a princess."

"...i'd frame it."

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stop using big words in fics i’m a dummy

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tennis!player reader is coach!toji’s favorite.

he lives for that tight little tennis skirt, catching the way it lifts whenever you run to hit the ball across the net to the other player, the soft cling of the sweat-damp fabric hugging your ass. and if we’re being honest? he doesn’t give a damn about the matches or what the other players are doing. he doesn’t care about who’s winning, the man won’t even keep track of his own team’s score. he’s only there to ogle at the sweet bounce of your tits while you play, shamelessly spreading his legs to palm his cock through his pants like some juvenile pervert as you dart across the court.

he’s been coaching for years, working with the regular surplus of mediocre athletes. but girls like you? fresh, soft, and stupidly sweet? they make his job fun again. he stares at you whenever skip over to him after practice, face flushed, hair damp, oversized tennis bag swinging on your shoulder like you didn’t just spend an hour being his personal wet dream. “did i do good today, coach?”

it’s always a bit refreshing to see a new, sexy girl like you on the team, anyways.

“you did real good out there, y/n.” he’d congratulate, and you—being clueless, oblivious and so damn cute—just gave him a polite smile and chirped out a “thank you!” not having the slightest idea about what you’re doing to him.

you would’ve never guessed it, how many times he’s stroked his fat cock with your sweaty panties wrapped around it, huffing and muttering your name in the dark of the locker room after he stole them from your bag. you don’t know how long he’s been imaging warm cunt milking him, your voice all breathy and wrecked as you bounce on his dick like you need it.

all of those dirty stares, all the times he fucked his fist thinking about your dumb little face—now it’s real. you’re finally in his lap, moaning and drooling as his thick length splits you open.

“make me cum, and no practice for a week, that sound good?” toji groans, his voice steady and dominant as ever while you struggle to even think straight, every slow, tingling stretch of his cock inside of you, every time his fat tip hits your cervix makes your brain short circuit. “mhm—yes—fuck, toji!” you whimper, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you keep bouncing. the sound of your plush ass smacking against his hips fills the room, wet and filthy.

"this tight pussy's gonna make 'er old man bust like a fuckin’ loser without shame, hm?" he teases, voice dripping with mockery as he slaps your ass, making you whine as it leaves a stinging red handprint. you sharply suck in a breath of air, clutching at his knees as you keep rolling your hips. every bounce forces his thick cock even deeper, his tip knocking at your cervix like it’s trying to break through. toji’s large, calloused and move to hold your hips, squeezing the fat as your plush skin spills between the gaps of his fingers. he drags you down harder, using you like a toy and your hips grind messily against him as his cock bullies your guts. “d-don’t cum inside!” you plead, even as your pussy clamps down around him, wet and twitching, clinging like it wants him to breed you. “don’t—“

toji just laughs, low, breathless, mean.

“yeah? sayin’ that while this greedy cunt’s suckin’ me in like it wants every drop?” he grits out, watching your body tremble as he grips his hips tighter. “dumb lil thing doesn’t even know what it wants, huh?”

you shake your head weakly, but you can’t answer, not with the way he’s fucking up into you now, the way his fat cock is bruising your insides, hitting that spot that makes you clench and cry out and fall apart all over again.

"shit, you’re really tryin’ to squeeze it outta me, aren’t you?” he growls, sweat beading along his brow. “gonna fill this pretty college pussy up, baby. gonna stuff you full.”

“toji—fuck—please, please don’t—” your words break off into a pathetic little sob, voice pitchy, desperate.

“aww, listen to you,” he coos mockingly, slapping your ass. “too dumb to think, too cockdrunk to stop me. you were beggin’ to get bred the second you climbed into my lap, weren’t you?”

your eyes roll back as he fucks up into you, rough and relentless, the slap of your soaked cunt against his thighs echoing filthy through the empty locker room.

“bet you’d look real pretty knocked up,” he pants, voice rough, right in your ear. “tummy all round with my kid, still wearin’ that tiny little skirt like a fuckin’ slut. showin’ off who you belong to.”

you’re twitching in his lap, body convulsing as another orgasm slams through you—and that’s all it takes.

“fuck, baby—here it comes—” he grits, slamming up hard, cock buried to the hilt as he cums inside you, thick and hot and endless. you can feel it paint your insides, leaking out around his cock in slow, lazy drips.

he stays there for a moment, buried deep, pulsing, and panting, before you slowly raise your hips, letting his limp cock slowly pull out with a wet, messy squelch. and then he grabs your ass, spreading you wide so he can watch. he reaches down, stroking his slick cock lazily as he watches his cum drip down your thighs “look at that,” he groans, thumbing your swollen folds open. “fuckin’ leaking all over me. i filled you so deep it’s spillin’ out.”

you whimper, twitching from overstimulation, and he just smirks.

“what a good little cumdump. ‘m gonna have to fuck it back in, yeah? make sure it sticks. can’t have my pretty toy wastin’ a single drop.”

“don’t worry, baby. coach’ll take real good care of you. just keep showin’ up in that cute lil’ skirt, lettin’ me breed this dumb pussy every time you ‘earn a break.’ fuck practice, you’re better off gettin’ knocked up for me.”

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yes i fw writing men in fanfiction as evil selfish manipulators GIVE IT TO ME.