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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ TOJI LOVES YOUR CUNT EVEN MORE AFTER YOU GAVED BIRTH

You don’t quite understand the obsession but you don’t mind it either. The moment you place your baby in his wooden crib and sink into the living room couch, savoring the precious little time you have before your baby boy wakes up again.

Toji’s kneeling behind you. Both of his broad hands gripping your soft cheeks, tantalizingly spreading them apart— desperately trying to gain the best access to your little holes as much as possible.

You’re trying to relax into the warm fluffy pillows, trying to catch your breath but Toji doesn’t let up— he’s buried between your thighs, his lips and nose gliding over your dripping cunt and puckered hole, shamelessly coating his face in your slick and groaning like a fucking animal as if it’s the best thing in the world.

Toji swears your pussy’s been damn near addictive since you gave birth. He says it’s sweeter, messier— flooding the second he so much as brushes his fingers over you. He’d smirk and tells you he can smell it the moment you get horny, like your cunt’s dripping and calling for him before you even know it yourself.

His breath is hot against your skin, his deep groan sending vibrations straight to your core. “Told ya, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue up the slick seam of your folds, his nose bumping against your clit. “You’re so fucking sweeter now. Like this pussy was made just for me after I knocked ya up”.

“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PARK KID ASKING IF YOU AND ROOMMATE TOJI ARE MARRIED

It was a bright, quiet Saturday afternoon when you and Toji decided to take a break from the usual routine and go to the park to get some fresh air. The sun was high up in the sky, the air warm and crisp with the promise of spring. You both hadn’t had much time to spend outside together as roommates so the decision to take a stroll and enjoy the fresh air felt like a good welcoming change.

Toji, as usual had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket, his casual stride effortless and laid-back. You walked beside him, your hands swinging at your sides, a slight smile on your face as you took in the peaceful and refreshing atmosphere.

The park was lively— families picnicking, little kids running around, and the occasional dog chasing after a ball. It was a serene scene, and for once, it felt nice to just exist in the simplicity of it all.

As you walked, you and Toji talked about little things— nothing in particular, just the kind of chatter that happens when you’re not focused on anything in particular. You found a small bench near a fountain and after sitting down, you both just relaxed, enjoying the scenery.

You’re sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through your laptop, hoodie sleeves pushed up and a spoon dangling out of a half-eaten yogurt cup. It’s very peaceful in the apartment except for the hum of the fridge and the occasional click of your keyboard. Toji’s across the room rummaging through cabinets like he’s on some mission, muttering something under his breath about the coffee being too damn weak.

And then out of nowhere, he’s standing behind you.

You don’t hear him move until a hand drops onto your head. Not rough, but heavy— warm, calloused fingers sliding through your hair like it’s the most ordinary thing in the world. No warning. No explanation. Just… there.

You freeze, your shoulders tensing slightly at the feeling, eyes widened as you slowly look up at him. He’s not even looking at you. Still focused on the cabinets like he’s multitasking. Like this random act of affection is just another thing on his to-do list.

“Toji?” you whisper, confusion evident in your tone.

“Hm?” he hums, dragging his hand down and brushing some stray hairs behind your ear.

“What’re you doing?”

“Petting you,” he says boringly, flat like it’s obvious. “You’re soft. Calms me down”.

Your mind blanks entirely. When his eyes finally drop to meet yours, they catch the faint flush coloring your ears and he just smirks, rubbing his palm a little slower over your head now— ruffling your hair like you’re some nervous stray he’s trying to tame.

“You’re weird,” you mumble, trying to hide being flustered.

He shrugs. “Takes one to live with one.” And then he walks off like nothing happened, leaving you sitting there, comfused and yogurt spoon still in hand and he didn't even get his damn coffee.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ RANDOMLY HUGGING ROOMMATE TOJI

The kitchen smelled like garlic and fresh herbs, the soft thud of the knife against the cutting board echoing in the quiet space.

Toji is clad in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants and is focused on chopping vegetables for dinner. The sharp knife gliding with practiced precision through carrots and bell peppers. He was lost in the rhythm of it, his mind momentarily free of the usual chaos of his life.

Then out of nowhere, he felt smaller arms wrapping around his torso, pulling him into a warm embrace. For a brief moment, he froze—knife hovering over the cutting board. The familiar scent of your berry-scented shampoo and the softness of your body pressed against his back broke his concentration. Slowly, he let the knife fall to the side, his hand coming to rest on the counter as he sighed.

“Kid,” he muttered, the corners of his mouth twitching into a soft smile despite himself. He wasn’t entirely sure what had prompted this random outburst of affection, but he wasn’t complaining. “What’s this for? You tryna distract me from cooking?”

You pressed your cheek against his back, your arms tightening just a little. “No reason,” you murmured, a content sigh escaping your lips. “Just wanted to hug you”.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that. With his free hand, he patted yours gently. “Well, you’re lucky I’m not making anything too dangerous,” he said, the teasing warmth in his tone barely hiding the soft affection beneath it. “Now let go before I end up chopping something other than vegetables”.

You slowly released him but not before pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder. Toji gave you a long look, his smirk softening into something more genuine before he picked the knife back up, resuming his task.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he added, his voice lower now, teasing in a way that felt like something more than just casual words.

meanboyfriend!toji fucking his innocent virgin girlfriend :3

your ruffled lace socks are on either side of his head as he rolls his hips against your plush ass, thick cock stretching you past your limits. he looks down at your soft belly, eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches the way his cock bulges through it. "am i too big for ya' baby?" he coos, there's so much mock softness in his voice it’s almost sickening, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand like he actually gives a damn. "i can see myself inside of ya'."

a choked whimper is all you can manage to respond with, your fingers dig into his muscular arms as he leans over you to steady himself on top of you, caging you in beneath his heavy body. you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel his fat cock sinking itself deeper from the new position, splitting you open and it burns. the stretch forces a high, broken whine from your throat, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.

clinging to his strong arms, your eyes flick nervously to the plushies lined up on your shelf—those innocent little stuffed animals with their glossy plastic eyes all pointed your way. they’re watching.

it makes your face burn hotter.

toji notices. of course he does.

“what is it, princess?” he teases, slowing his thrusts just enough to draw your attention back to the deep ache between your legs. “your little friends seein’ you get fucked for the first time?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, hiding your face in his arm. “d-don’t look at them…” you mumble, humiliated.

he laughs, a low, breathy sound, and leans down to press a kiss to your temple. “you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

then he shifts, hips snapping forward, forcing another whine from your throat as your gummy walls flutter around him, trying and failing to accommodate all of him.

toji clicks his tongue, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your damp forehead. "does it hurt, baby?"

"n-no... keep going." you huff softly, biting your lip.

you're a mess beneath him, cheeks flushed, sweat sheening your skin, hair sticking to your forehead in damp strands. your lips are kiss-swollen, puffy from the way he's been biting at them. your tits bounce with every sharp thrust, every punishing grind of his hips, pulling ragged cries from your throat.

he knew it was your first time, and he'd actually debated wether he'd be sweet to you, do that cheesy romantic shit he hated, whisper pretty words and take it slow—play the role of the perfect boyfriend only for tonight. or if he should fuck you hard, that would he fuck you so good, so deep, until then only word you could babble was his name. now that he's inside of you, it's starting to feel like a mix of both.

grunting, he hooks his arm under your back and lifts you off of your bed, hugging you against his chest tightly as if you weigh nothing. your arms wrap around his neck, legs locking tight around his waist as he keeps bulling his cock into you, hitting your cervix so hard you swear he's gonna break you.

his breath his hot against your face as he inhales your sweet perfume sharply, furrowing his brows as he keeps fucking you until you start going limp in his arms.

“i’ll love you forever, you hear me?” his voice is rough, almost strained.

a weak, breathless “yeah.” is all you can say.

but toji smirks, knowing you'll remember this for the rest of your life.

finna sit it on his grill like a bbq .. plug!sukuna was known for his shiny gold grills that matched his pink hair gorgeously. and you just needed to experience putting your pussy on his face while he had thousands worth of dollars on his teeth. “oh sukkk” clapping your ass together, your back arched popping your pussy up and down his face feeding him your juices- to which he slurped up like a starving man. sukuna’s veiny hand pumped his curved pink cock while groaning into you.

his fat tounge slowly slid in your dripping hole, tip pulsing out globs of pre cum from your sweet taste. “shit” he mumbled sending vibrations throughout your body that had you shaking above him. his hands fisted his cock making more cum leak out of him like a faucet. you bounced on his warm wet muscle that stretched you slightly but gave you a feeling in your tummy. sukuna was good with his tounge, moving it to lick through your brown lips and suck on your clit making it sore and a brighter pink, cream dripping out of you and down his chin. “that’s it” he mumbled continuing his assult with licks and slurping your clit. his teeth slightly bit down on your pussy lip as his fingers fucked into you. “n-no more!” tears poured from your pretty eyes, hands gripping the duvet treating to rip it.

at this point sukuna was drunk off of you. his cock getting pumped quick and fast, his mouth working aimlessly licking and slurping just needing more of you. just when you began to lose your mind, sukuna moved his three fingers and sucked on your hole like a suction making you scream moving from his face as you squirted everywhere. sukuna closed his eyes, face wet and cock bobbing in his hand as he grunted our your name letting his ropes out onto his stomach. his mind yelled for him to go back to eating your cunt but his body wouldn’t move. your dazed mind, and shaky body, with a pussy that still dripped onto the covers - allowed you to watch as each time he licked his lips his cock let out more and more cum.

plug!sukuna was a true eater— especially with his grills on!

Love a good faceriding session that turns into 69, because you couldn't stay upright with how he's going at it.

When you're propping yourself up on his stomach and his cock is right in front of you, painfully hard and already leaking pre-cum... You might as well return his service, no?

Toji who you’ve ended up chasing around like a lost puppy! You met him once on a mission through Shui and he was just so charismatic, so attractive, so heat-inducing. You watched in awe while he fought and did things like second nature. You fawned over him, hovering besides him to ask for all the details!

Toji who couldn’t deny how cute you were. He’s got a soft spot for younger, naive girls that admire him like some prophet. It feeds his ego and his eyes never failed him when staring at a pretty girl. He gave into all your questions and comments, keeping a stoic smirk on his lips at all times. He was even showing off a bit more than usual, keeping you hooked.

Toji who can tell you got a tiny crush on him since you started working together. The way your clothes would become more revealing by the day, miniskirts, platform boots, cleavage tops, everything and anything impractical for fighting. You’d try to squeeze your tits together and show them off for him. He’d do all the work for you on missions, you’d show off your pretty body to him. Mutualism, if you will.

Toji that noticed how attracted you were to his mannerisms, to his gun, to him. It had formed into more than a crush, lust have overtaken you every damn time you saw him. So, what other choice did he have but to invite you over?

Toji that had you in all kinds of positions. He was much older, much more experienced. You were fucked dumb, eyes to the back of your head as his thick cock rammed into all your spots. He was so rough with his thrusts. He’d hold onto your thighs when in missionary and pull on your hair when your face is down and ass is up.

Toji who just couldn’t help imagining you big and swollen with his kids. How far he’d have to corrupt you so you’d let him stuff you with his babies. He’d have you on top of him, thrusting his hips into your while you used his abs to keep yourself stable. Then he’d hold your hips and cum deep inside without a warning, smearing your insides with his hot ropes of cum.

Toji who didn’t know you wanted to have his babies so bad, keep him with you forever and ever. You were taken by surprise when you felt yourself being filled to the brim, but it let you gush all over his dick.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI IF YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HIM

It takes you a few minutes to work up the nerve to do it. You’re standing outside Toji’s bedroom door, shifting on your feet, feeling ridiculous considering you’re fucking grown yet scared like a kid because of some random nightmare. But the nightmare still lingers, the shadows in your room feeling too heavy, a bit too real. You just need… something.

You knock lightly. Silence. You debate turning around, but then there’s a low, groggy grunt from inside. “What?”

You push the door open just enough to peek in. The room is dark but you can make out his large form sprawled across the bed, barely covered by the blanket. His voice is thick and deep with sleep when he mutters, “The hell you doing?”

You hesitate. “Had a nightmare”.

Toji sighs, shifting slightly to look at your silhouette better in the dark. “So?”

You fidget with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. Feeling awkward and embarrassed to even ask. “Can I sleep with you?”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re convinced he’s about to laugh or worse, tell you to fuck off. But then— “Yeah yeah. C’mere kid.” His voice is gruff, but there’s no irritation in it. Just exhaustion and weary.

You don’t waste time, slipping under the covers, and the warmth of his bed immediately makes your body more relaxed and calm. He doesn’t even hesitate— just slings a big arm over you, gently yanking you in against his broad chest with ease. His skin is warm and comforting. You exhale, pressing your cheek against his pecs and resting your head against him while he holds you.

“Better?” he mutters, voice already fading. “Yeah,” you whisper back. He grunts in acknowledgment and then, just as you start to drift off, he starts snoring. Loudly.

You almost laugh but the steady rise and fall of his chest is sooo comforting and relaxing that you would’ve fell asleep even if you weren’t tired. The nightmare feels so far away now that you’re lying with him and being so close in his arms.

And despite the snoring, you fall asleep easily.

when you first showered at toji’s apartment—after he bought you replicas of the products you use at yours, he quite literally jumps you.

you can’t blame him! his bathroom is now enveloped in your scent, when the steam started to escape when you opened the door, he swears up and down his whole place smelled like you.

so girly and sweet, nose buried in your neck he inhales your scent. his hips are flush against yours, barely pulling out as he drapes his body onto your back, using his weight to keep you pinned on his mattress.

you’ve cum so many times that you’re sobbing, body tense and limp at the same time. his tongue shamelessly licks the tears from your cheeks, peppering kisses all over your shoulders and behind your neck.

“ya smell so good, baby.” he groans, “m’ gonna have to keep you here from now on, heh.”

“mmmph!” moans muffled by the pillow, you bite down before raising your head, just enough that you’re able to speak. “you’re a per—ahhh, not there, idiot—you’re such a pervert!”

“mm, yeah baby, but you love it.” he nibbles on your ear, groaning when your cunt flutters around him.

it’s sticky between your thighs, leaking all over the mattress and smearing itself on toji’s lower tummy. it’s messy, but he loves it. your scent makes him dizzy and before he knows it, he’s gone—flooding your cunt with thick ropes of his seed.

you’re half alive, eyes rolled back and body twitching. toji leaves wet kisses on your cheek, travelling down your spine til’ he playfully sinks his teeth into your right asscheek. you swat at him, but he pins your wrist to your back.

“behave for me,” he croons, licking his lips as he spreads your cheeks, pupils dilating from watching his cum dribble from your slit. “m’ not done with you yet, girl.”

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ RANDOMLY SITTING ON ROOMMATE TOJI’S LAP :p

It’s late and the apartment is quiet except for the hum of the TV. You’re standing in the kitchen, debating whether to grab a snack or not and you glance over at Toji. He’s manspreading on the couch, one arm resting on the back, the other loosely holding his phone, attention flicking between the screen and the muted action movie playing. He just looks sooo comfy sitting there.

You don’t think much before moving, letting impulse carry you across the room. Instead of taking your usual spot beside him, you drop yourself onto his lap, settling in like it’s the most instinctive and normal thing in the world.

Toji doesn’t react immediately— just tenses slightly beneath you because the new weight of your body pressing against his thighs. He exhales slowly through his nose like he’s deciding whether this is worth making a fuss over or not. His phone tilts in his hand, green eyes slowly shifting from the screen to you.

“You getting comfortable?” he finally mutters, voice low and amused, fingers drumming lazily against his thigh beneath you. You hum, adjusting slightly— not too much, just enough to make his grip twitch. “Mhm”.

He scoffs at the audacity, tossing his phone onto the couch beside him. His hands find your waist, big and warm, palms pressing firmly against your sides like he’s trying to decide if he should just pick you up and dump you somewhere else.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back against the couch, thick muscles shifting beneath you as he settles in like he’s accepting his fate.

“You’re annoying,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite behind it. His hands stay on your waist, fingers flexing slightly like he’s still getting used to the weight of you there. You shrug, resting back against his chest and opening the bag of chips that you brought with you.

You slightly tilted your head back to glance at him while popping a chip into your mouth. “But you’re not making me move”. Toji clicks his tongue, tipping his head back against the couch and returning his attention to the TV. “Tch. Do what you want, brat”.

You do. And he lets you.

His grip tightens— just a little, just enough to make you wonder if you should be pushing your luck.

husband!toji who teaches you how to finger yourself— his sweet little wife who depends on his fingers and his cock to stretch that slutty cunt out.

his eyes were glued to your body, legs haphazardly spread as he leaned back against the chair that was situated across your shared bed.

“mhm, jus’ like that,” he mutters gruffly, shifting slightly in his seat and adjusting the painfully obvious tent in his pants. “don’t act shy now, sweets. run ‘em up and down your pussy and get it all wet.”

biting your lip, you obliged, hesitantly running your hand up and down your cunt. the moment the pads of your fingers pressed down onto your swollen bundle of nerves, a whine ripped from your throat as liquids gushed out from your entrance.

it was almost otherworldly; how wet you got from mere masturbation.

husband!toji whose cock is about to rip his pants open at the sight of you rutting against your hand like a needy whore.

it didn’t take long before he completely forgot that he was supposed to be teaching you — tugging his pants down and pushing his throbbing, hard cock inside of your pussy.

the corner of his lips twitch upwards as his gaze casts downwards. he’s met with the sight of a completely drenched pussy and sheets. he’s right, he thinks, only he can get you this wet.

lesson learned: don’t let husband!toji teach you anything sex-related. he’ll take matters into his own hands.

✧ cn: fluff, marriage, husband toji, suggestive

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Toji isn’t the kind of man who says “I love you” often. Not because he doesn’t feel it—but because words have never been his thing.

But when he sees you now, sitting on the floor with Megumi, trying to explain how to fit little wooden shapes into the right holes so he can learn geometry—something Toji knows damn well he’d never have the patience for, something hits him.

Fuck. This is what loving someone looks like.

It’s not just that you look cute when you smile, or how gently you stroke Megumi’s hair when he gets frustrated. It’s not even just how sweet your voice gets when you say, “That’s the triangle, baby. Good job.”

It’s that you’re beautiful. So beautiful it actually pisses him off a little.

Those damn shorts he always says make your ass look bigger—rolled up slightly, your hair tied back in that way that’s both innocent and deadly. From one angle, you look like the softest woman he’s ever seen. From another… like the kind he wants to bend over the couch and fuck until you're gasping his name, gripping the cushion while he pulls your hair and keeps your back pressed to his chest like you’re not going anywhere—

But that’s not what matters right now.

His heart beats a little harder just sitting there, slouched on the couch, legs spread, exhausted after a mission. And still… it’s you he’s watching.

“Hey,” he calls out.

You don’t look up, too focused on Megumi, but your voice comes out sweet, without thinking.

“Hmm? Yes, love?”

He wants to say something, anything, but nothing comes out quite right. The pause is too long, so you finally turn to look at him.

His eyes meet yours—intense, unreadable.

“Something wrong, baby?”

He hesitates. It comes out awkward, maybe even stupid. But it’s real.

“If you ever need anything from me… tell me.”

You blink, confused for a second, brows knitting.

“Toji, I’m completely happy with what i have. With you and Me—”

“Promise me.”

A beat.

“Yes, Toji. I promise.”

He nods, looking away, voice low—half to himself.

“I’d give you anything you want from me.”

Toji's the kinda man who doesn't ask you to sit on his face

He just grunts in frustration when you're on top of him, grinding on his bulge, getting needy and hot, and lifts you up there himself.

"get up here" he almost sounds angry about it..

"Toji- wait-!!"

But it's too late, his impatience got the better of him, now his hands are circled around your thighs so tight you can barely move. He drags you up to his face and pulls you down onto his tongue, sinking it right into your sweet, wet pussy.

Humming with satisfaction, your moans music to his ears, he grins and licks you alllll night till your thighs are trembling from sensitivity and being spread open so embarrassingly wide over his face.

"had 'nuff?" He grunts when your body goes all limp and soft.

But you're too fucked out to reply..

"needy little girl" he mutters and keeps going💕

toji is the definition of ‘let that goddamn baby die, save my fucking wife,’ when the doctors ask if he wants to save baby or mommy

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