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bully sukuna fic is actual heat. ab to eat my phone

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first time taking bf!satoru - 18+ mdni ٠࣪⭑

taking satoru's dick for the first time in theory and in practice are two very different extremes. sure you'd felt him from grinding, from holding the weight of him in your palm under the sheets while you two were supposed to be 'watching a movie'. it felt doable for the most part—taking him.

you've heeded all his thinly veiled warnings long enough and tonight of all nights wasn't one where you two could exactly stop at just heavy petting. you'd even laughed at it beforehand, assured him that you could take him for the millionth time.

if you could slap your past self, you would. because now you're barely 2 minutes into him being inside of you. back spread on soft sheets, practically folded in half under satoru. legs slung over his shoulders, panting, practically vibrating from the effort of trying to get used to the sheer size of him.

"fuck—you gotta stop—" his fingers press harder into the undersides of your thighs where he has you held, hips rocking incrementally to get you adjusted to what he's given already. not even halfway in and you're already all noisy. "breathe for me, pretty? so I can give you the rest."

“t-the rest? ” you gasp, voice going embarrassingly high. it feels like he's been pushing in for ages now and now he's telling you that there's more? “that’s not all of it? are you sure?"

"i'm sure, trust me. just a little more." a bit more than a little, but you'd cross that bridge eventually. he presses a kiss to your knee—soft, lingering like he’s trying to ground both you and himself. "you said you could take it."

"i say a lot of things when I'm horny. you know—oh fuck—that!" you snap, voice breaking on the last word. "you're too big. this is all your fault, satoru."

"my fault?" he manages a huff despite the strain in his voice, brows knitted like he's the one struggling here. to be fair, he sort of is. "you said, and I quote—" his hips ease forward by an infinitesimal amount, just enough to have the bulb of him swabbing against your soft insides. it's enough for your jaw to go slack, toes curling near his ears. "—'please just fuck me already'. and to 'stop treating you like glass'." so here he is, not treating you like glass. not holding out on you. large hands press your thighs and knees closer to your chest, his body angled downward to drive into you with short, gentle thrusts.

"I don't even sound like that." you're clawing blindly at the bedding, airy sounds punching out of you like he's owed them.

"mhm. just breathe." he murmurs, voice rumbling low against your skin as he nudges deeper with the next roll of his hips—a slow, steady push, feeding you yet another inch. one hand leaves your thighs to slide up to your stomach, pressing in like he's trying to feel for himself there. "yeah...that's it, let me in.." the same hand settles just above where you're taking him to thumb at your arousal slick clit, your own darting to out the grab at his wrist. to no avail of course, since his thumb just keeps on moving in circle after circle.

“tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?” he whispers, hips tilting just a little deeper. new slick from his teasing helps, sliding deeper with ease. “that's right...all the way. you're doing so well."

it's soft, so sweet and encouraging that you're reaching a hand out to bring him closer to you by the back of his neck. "m'good, 'toru. you're fine."

you can't help but wonder how much more he has left to give, what kind of monstrous beast he's been hiding under his briefs. curiosity gets the better of you, eyes dropping to where you've yet to fully connect.

and boy, do you regret it almost instantly.

it's near obscene. inches of him glistening and buried, folds parted against his girth. even with how long he's been easing in (or how long it feels at least), there's still a gap. his gaze follows yours, nosing gently at your ankle, hand squeezing your thigh. "you okay?"

the glisten of his flesh, the taut flex of his abdomen like he's holding back...no, you're not okay in the slightest.

you can feel your core flutter involuntarily at the sight and god, he feels it too.

“oh fuck,” satoru's voice breaks, forehead tipping down to rest against your forehead. “baby, please don’t do that. i'll...this really won't last long.”

"oops, sorry. sorry."

the bits of soft pink that aren't inside inch in-in-in with every second that passing. it's barely anything left to give, yet, he's being so careful. too careful."

"holy fuck, just do—shit!"

you're arching clean off the bed with the way he suddenly, finally hilts himself inside. bare behind flush to his hips, groomed hairs at his base grazing against your skin.

he’s silent for a moment, breathing slow, forehead still dampened and pressed down against yours. "..okay, I have bad news."

you're a little drunk on him, just lucid enough to manage a small hm, nails scraping through the damp hair at his nape.

"there's...there's a high chance that I'll cum if I move."

even in your state, laughter breaks out of you, the heavy man above you flushing a soft pink from the highs of his cheeks up to his ears. murmuring something about it 'not being that funny' and him 'embarrassing himself here'.

"stay still then." you finally breathe when your laughter dies down just enough, smile all gentle up at him, lips brushing against the sharp point of his nose. "we'll just stay like this all night." the pain had properly eased into a dull, barely there ache at that point—more pleasure than any other feeling. with how he'd taken his time, it'd been almost inevitable.

"can't just not move," he replies through gritted teeth, hips shifting just a hair. enough for you both to feel the heavy drag, the way your walls clench instinctively. "god—I can't not move when you feel like that."

it's endearing in a way, very much flattering. your grin only widens, head lifting to angle your mouth against his with a firm kiss. "i'm close too if that makes you feel any better."

words meant to help only make him whine, throbbing inside you, hips beginning to rock slowly. "you are?"

"mhmm. very close." you let out a strangled sound when his hips angle just right and it's enough for him to give up on pacing himself. his weight crushes your thighs against your chest, pace building. "so just keep moving. please."

the sounds leaving you are a mix of 'ahh's' and calls of his name, all broken, all sending his hips into you a little faster. they stutter as he fucks into you with less and less finesse, 0 rhyme or rhythm just the need to see you cum for him like this. hips slapping against the back of your thighs, paced breaths dually filling the room. "you feel so good. taking me so well." and when his thumb finds your clit again with those same, easy circles? you're a goner. "gonna cum--gonna- oh my god, keep doing that—" he finds that spot from before over and over again like there's a target stuck to it, leaky tip wedging itself right where you need it, pleasure mounting far too quickly. you're crying out at this point, hips angling up into his thrusts. so full it hurts in that perfect, dizzying way.

“fuck, you're gonna make me—”

“shut up and cum,” you choke out. “do it inside. pleaseplease—”

his entire body jolts, pace faltering. you feel him twitch deep inside you before it hits, his hips driving in and out hard—once, twice, and then he’s moaning into your mouth as he spills. he drags you down with him, pressure in your abdomen bursting, unfurling outwards with your release—his name still falling from your lips. helpless sounds that only spur the continued movement of his hips to draw out the pleasure.

you're both shaking, sucking in breaths of air greedily for moments after that. you're still folded like a pretzel, still crushed against his weight. "that one doesn't count."

"agreed."

࣪ ִֶָ☾. a/n: ty for reading ⭑.ᐟ

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ temp mlist: #sena's script ⏾ for all works ⭑.ᐟ

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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."