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Behind the scenes

Sukuna x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- your acting teacher decided to make a movie for the end of the school year but needed the two main roles which everyone wanted who wouldn't want to be the main character who got the most screen attention? But after people got rejected left and right it only left you and your biggest competition sukuna

Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

Welcome to act one

1. Praying for you

2. Stress free party

3. I'll help you practice

4. What are friends for?

5. Not such a good idea

6. I feel betrayed

7. Stop talking about it

8. Traveling

9. Out with friends

10. Home sick

Welcome to act two

11. If only you told me sooner

12. What am I gonna do?

13. What if I don't get the part?

14. Only fans

15. You are disliked

16. Need new friends

17. Acting strange

18. Calling for you

19. Wait he said what?

20. There's no way

Welcome to act three

21. Why are you doing this?

22. Act of kindness

23. I have the drama

24. I can't believe it

25. Don't argue

26. How to say thank you

27. Let's meet up

28. Took me by surprise

29. Jealousy, jealousy

30. Painful goodbye

Your latest smut about readers weak part was so good and hot! Especially Sukunas part, would you ever write follow up to it please? 💙🙏🏻

Piercings

Summary: now that your cartlidge piercings are healed, you and Sukuna can finally have some fun. 🥴

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x AFAB!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1,384

Warnings: ear play, nipping biting, tattoo shop sex, smut

A/N: Hi Nonnie! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! I love the Modern Sukuna AU! Read Part One first!

It had taken four months for both of your ears to heal with your cartridge piercings. Four months that have been excruciatingly painful to wait for. Not because the healing process was painful because you were lucky enough to have a boyfriend who knew what he was doing. What was painful was the anticipation of having a said boyfriend play with your ears now that they were healed.

You lay in his tattoo chair after the shop closed, and everyone went home, watching as Sukuna put his black gloves on and turning your head to the side. “I just wanna make sure they’re completely healed before I touch them. We don’t want a repeat of last month, do we?” You stuck your bottom lip out, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout. “You masochist.” His fingers gently graze over your ear, rubbing the stud he had put there.

“I wanted you to lick them—“

“Yeah? Wasn’t so fun when you were withering in pain on the bed, was it?”

“No—”

Sukuna smirked, gently twisting the back of the piercing; you weren’t jerking or indicating any pain. He moved your chin, allowing him to examine the second piercing he had put in after you had an orgasm from him just touching your ear four months ago: same process, no pain.

He can’t help but smirk, licking his lips as he rips his gloves off before crawling onto the chair with you. “Looks like we’re in the clear, kitten~” As fast as those words leave his mouth, his tongue darts out slowly, licking the cartridge. The little metal ball of his tongue piercing brushes over the stud in your ear, making your hips buck up.

“K-Kuna, holy fuck.” He chuckles, hands grabbing your hips, pinning them down against the chair.

“Don't fucking move.” He commands his voice low and rough in your ear. “I want to see if I could get you off just by—” his tongue traces over your cartilage, piercing a second time, “torturing your pretty fuckin’ ears.”

While his tongue continues tracing circles over your freshly healed piercing, his left-hand reaches up gently, caressing your ear before gripping your earlobe and giving it a sharp tug. Your entire body goes rigid as Sukuna seals his mouth around your cartilage, piercing and gently sucking on it while his fingers continue to tease and torture your other ear.

Goosebumps rise over your arms as you squirm underneath your boyfriend, who's still holding your hips down with one of his hands and making it damn near impossible to move to find any relief to the pleasure throbbing between your legs. The pleasure only increases as Sukuna continues to thumb and lick your overly sensitive ears, making your panties grow wetter as you reach around, digging your nails into his back.

The sting of your nails on his skin makes Sukuna growl before he takes the tip of your ear between his teeth and chews down. You inhale sharply, eyes going wide as your pussy clenched around nothing. You try bucking your hips, but his right-hand remains firmly pressed against your hips, preventing you from moving even an inch up against him.

“K-Kuna~!” You plead, digging your nails harder into his toned, muscular, tattooed back. “Fuck~ fuck~! Fuu-haaah!” He swirled his tongue around the stud in your ear, making your legs kick out underneath him, toes curling as your heart raced. “Oooh fuck—g-gonna!”

Sukuna promptly pulled off your ear, and a string of saliva connected your stud and his bottom lip. He panted heavily, sitting back, buckling his belt before tugging your scrub pants and underwear down to your thighs. You lifted your ass, making it easier for him to toss them to the floor before he unzipped his jeans and tugged his hard throbbing cock out of his boxers. His tip was red and leaking pre-cum before he slotted between your thighs, stroking his cock up and down, smearing the sticky pre-cum over his length before he grabbed your hips, lifting them slightly, allowing him full access to your twitching cunt.

Both of you were so horny no words needed to be said. All that you both needed was to lose yourselves in each other. Sukuna growled as he pressed the thick tip of his cock against your opening, rubbing it up and down before shoving it inside of you. All the air in your lungs escaped, and your eyes rolled back; the sudden intrusion felt so good.

Your boyfriend spilled above you, his hands gripping the back of the chair as he did everything in his power to not cum like he was a fucking twenty-year-old. Which was hard to do, seeing that all of the torture he had done to your ears had your cunt a wet twitching mess. Like any move, he would make you cum on his cock instantly. He, unfortunately, wasn’t doing much better than you. Sukuna was already throbbing in his jeans before he even got inside of you. He had been waiting four months to feel the chill of your piercing against his tongue, to watch you cum from him playing with it; to say he was pent up was an understatement.

Thinking about torturing your ears had been getting him off for the last week.

But now, he wouldn't be spilling his cum over his hand; he'd be painting your insides. Gripping your hips, Sukuna pushed further inside of you, making your back arch as the chill of his piercings dragged over your walls that clenched around him. His slow, shallow thrusts coaxed a quivering sigh from you as he nipped at your ear.

“Ahnn—” you wrapped your legs around his hips, “K-Kuna~!”

“Yeah, baby~ fuck.” His breath was hot and heavy against your ear. “You feel fucking fantastic~ your walls twitch every time I nibble here.” he nipped at your earlobe. “Feels that good huh?”

“Oh my god~ yes~nnngh!”

Sukuna gritted the chair harder, thrusting as deep as he could inside of you. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grazing your ear, pulling it, nibbling it, and teasing it in every way he could. His pierced tongue swirled around your earring, drawing out soft gasps from your lips. But those sounds only grew louder as his large, rough hands grabbed your hips, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh. "You love this~" He chuckled before pulling almost out and slamming into you, again and again, groaning as he felt you convulse around him.

You moaned, gripping the chair underneath you. “Yes~! Yes~! Yes~! Oooooh god, fuck me!” Your eyes rolled back as you felt the familiar coil tightening in your abdomen.

“Mnnngh~!” Sukuna fucked into you faster and harder, all while sucking and nibbling at your ears. It was his piercing grazing against your earlobe and his cock hitting your g-spot that had your back arching.

Your teeth clenched and killed out as your eyes watered with unshed tears. “G-Gonna cum~!! You felt your pussy fluttering. “K-Kuna! Kuuuna! C-Cummin—!” Right before you could finish the words, you screamed cumming so hard you squirted around Sukuna’s cock. Your boyfriends eyes widened, a roar of a moan leaving him when you suddenly came, ripping his orgasm from him before he could warn you as he poured his cum into your throbbing walls.

Both of you lay there, panting heavily as Sukuna finally pulled off your ear. His lips quickly found yours melding over yours in a kiss that was so desperate it had you coming from your glorious post-orgasmic state to throw your arms around him. Tongues wrapped around each other, hands roamed, digging your nails into his toned, tattooed back. His hands rope your waist, breasts, and hips, desperately holding onto you before he breaks the kiss.

His chest heaves before he snarls with pure animalistic need, ripping your shirt up and over your head and throwing it to the ground. He smirks, grabbing your nipples and gently twisting them. The sweet, desperate moans that leave your quivering lips had him leaning down, taking the buds into his mouth.

“So kitten, where shall I pierce you next~?”

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Coming Down pt.1

part two

summary: you seduce your exes drug dealer and your pussy takes a beating for it

pairing: drug dealer sukuna x fem reader

content MDNI: drugs, vaginal sex, slight foot fetish, car sex, mating press, squirting, dacryphilia, fingering, spitting, degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex

listen to coming down by The Weeknd.

You stare at your phone, scrolling through his insta. He’s so sexy, you want to sink your teeth into him. You were bored, scrolling through your exes following to see who he follows, you didn’t mean to stumble upon his fucking drug dealer but you did.

You bite your lip at the video of him lifting weights, the video has over 3,000 likes and so many thirsty fucking comments. His followers at 6,000 with a following of twenty five, your ex being one of the people he follows.

You scroll some more to a picture of him flicking off the camera, bottom lip between his teeth. Yeah you have to have him.

You view his story, videos of weed and him listing prices, then a picture of his little brother sitting on his shoulders as he takes a picture of them in the mirror. It’s so fucking cute, you send a like.

Part one of your plan is complete, now you take a few pictures. You take a mirror pic of you in nothing but some spiderman pajama shorts and a little white tank top, the hem just above your belly button.

You bite the tip of your finger with your glasses perched on your nose and post it. Then you take a picture of your feet, your toes with fresh acrylic and french tips, diamond anklet sitting against your ankle.

Like a moth to a flame, he views your story. Much to your disappointment, he doesn’t like the posts so you move to phase three.

You don’t smoke, nor do you know shit about weed really but you fake it till you make it and send a dm.

@/y/n.l/n: can I buy off you?

@/kunaitadori: sure, what you want

@/y/n.l/n: weed…

@/kunaitadori: yeah no shit, but like how much

@/y/n.l/n: enough to smoke?

@/kunaitadori: are you a fed?

@/y/n.l/n: 😐do I look like a fed?

@/kunaitadori: nah but you sure as fuck talk like one

@/y/n.l/n: listen mr.weedman, I’m just a girl.

@/kunaitadori: you’re actually my worst customer

@/y/n.l/n: k, so where can I pick it up?

@/kunaitadori: I’ll sell you an eighth, meet me behind the mall on Morioka. Bring ¥3,886.86 ($25)

@/y/n.l/n: k girl, I can be there in ten minutes.

He simply sends a thumbs up on the text and you smile. You spray some perfume, pull your hair from its braid and put on some sandals.

It takes you ten minutes to get there, the parking lots dead and empty. Your fingers tap the steering wheel, humming along to the music playing. You check your phone but he hasn’t said anything else.

You freeze when you see headlights, they shine on you until they’re being turned off and you can make out the white Scat Pack pulling up. He just knows it’s you from the pink car detailing down to the Sanrio stickers.

You turn your car off and open the door, slowly walking up to him and he rolls down the window. Your stomach does flips, he’s so hot. He holds up a small plastic bag with what you guess is weed. You frown looking at it.

“How am I suppose to smoke that?” You ask and he looks at you like you’re an idiot.

“You roll it…”.

“Won’t it just crumble?” you asks and he actually thinks you’re the dumbest person he’s encountered. He’s torn between laughing at you and just outright telling you you’re stupid.

“Get in,” he says and you internally smile to yourself as you walk around to the passenger side and climb in.

The car smells so fucking good, like him with hints of weed and the black ice air freshener that hangs from the rear view mirror. Your hands are in your lap as he grinds the weed then pulls out rolling paper. You watch him set the weed inside of it.

“You should probably try cones, they’re basically pre rolled. You just gotta put the weed inside and close the end” he says, you really don’t give a fuck, you’re too focused on his fingers as they roll it up, eyes moving to his tongue when he starts licking up the sides. Your thighs squeeze together.

“Do they come in pink?” you ask.

“Yeah, does it matter though?” He asks.

“Well if I’m gonna smoke, I want to at least look cute doing it,” you say. He’s actually baffled by you but he ignores it so he can ask you the one question that’s been nagging at him.

“Have we met before? You look so familiar,” he says, there’s a possibility you have from when Geto was your boyfriend but you don’t recall. You find it hard to believe not being able to recall someone this sexy but you were a loyal girlfriend.

“Don’t think so,” you hum as he rolls down the windows and lights the blunt. He takes the first hit since he did all the work, then passes it to you.

You stare at it awkwardly, before putting it to your lips and start to smoke it the way you would a cigarette. He shakes his head at you and chuckles, you’re so fucking amusing.

“You gotta inhale that shit and hold it then exhale,” he says and you nod, giving it another try. You inhale way too fucking much and start choking.

Once you stop coughing, he grabs the blunt from you, making you watch him. He inhales for a few seconds and holds it, his fingers grasp your chin and he leans over.

You think he’s going to kiss you as you open your mouth but his lips ghost over your, blowing smoke into your mouth.

“Swallow” he says and you do.

Not even God can pull you out of this car till you fuck this man.

He blows out several rings of smoke, before you give it another shot. You finally start to get the hang of it and decide to be bold, you climb into his lap.

He doesn’t stop you either, as you inhale and hold it. Your lips ghost over his and you blow into his mouth, he blows it out and against your lips. You beam at him feeling proud of yourself. You crush it against the ashtray in the cup holder and look up at him innocently.

“Thank you, mr. weedman,” you say sweetly, grabbing his large veiny hands and moving them to slide down the curves of your ass.

You feel how hard he’s getting underneath you, eyes glued to you and that sweet fucking smile. You slowly grind against him, arms wrapping lazily around him. Your fingers playing with the pink hair at the nape of his neck.

He leans down to kiss you but you stop him, putting a finger against his lips and shaking your head. Your fingers reach for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and his arms move so you can pull it off him.

He tosses it and your palms flatten against his abs, taking in the tattoos that litter his arms and abdomen. You feel his muscles contract under your touch and your pussy flutters.

You lean over him till your lips are against his neck and you press little kisses until your tongue starts licking at the skin and then blow on it.

His hands squeeze your ass, indicating he likes it. You start sucking on the skin and licking it in repetition till there’s little red marks forming.

You sit-up on him till you’re hovering over him, your tongue licks the curves of his lips before he opens them and your mouth greedily devours his.

Your tongues brush roughly as you grind against his abdomen, desperate for his touch but you want this to be memorable. You want him to go home with nothing but you on his mind.

Your lips leave his and you spit into his mouth, a string of salvia connecting you two until he greedily swallows and slams his lips against yours.

He crushes you against him, arms leaving your ass and engulfing you. He’s shoving you down against the bulge in his pants and you moan.

“So fucking slutty,” he grunts, and it does something to you. His arms loosen so he can lift your tank top up. He quickly unhooks your bra and groans at the sight of your tits, silver metal bars screwed into a star around each nipple.

Thumbs graze over each and you shudder. He leans down and sucks on one while his hand squeezes your other.

You moan feeling his tongue graze your nipple before he sucks it like he’s depraved and then he moves to the other one. His tongue drags across your tits and he starts sucking into the soft flesh returning the hickies you left him.

He pulls away and looks at you with a serious expression, hands moving to grip your waist.

“If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you,” he says and you lean over him, lips pressed against his ear.

“So fuck me,” you whisper before your tongue drags up the tip of his ear.

“Get in the back,” he says patting your ass and you grin, lifting up and climbing over the center console. You feel a sharp slap to your ass as you climb into the back.

He leaves the car and opens the back door, climbing in. It’s slightly cramped but you’re not leaving till he thoroughly fucks you. When you want something you get it.

His palm flattens against your belly and he pushes you back gently. He’s kneeled between your bent legs, his fingers hook onto the waist band of your little shorts and tug them off with your panties.

You’re naked underneath him and he wishes he could see you, it’s too dark streetlights barely illuminating your silhouettes. He tosses them to the front and you hiss feeling his fingers touch your cunt, you’re fucking soaked.

“So fucking wet,”he breathes his thumb pressing against your clit and he starts rubbing it. You moan feeling that flutter from the lazy strokes he gives until he pushes a finger inside of you.

“More” you whine and he fucks another one into you. His strokes are slow but deep, feeling the soft walls of your pussy clamp against them. He curves them and you cry out, squeezing your tits in frustration when he touches that one spot.

“So fucking desperate, it’s pathetic,” he says and his fingers slam into you. Your toes curl as his fingers pummel into you at inhuman speed, the sounds of your cunt filling the car. Little drops spray out and it makes him feral.

His fingers fuck you until you’re squirting all over them, cum dripping down his wrist and your leg lifts, foot pressing into his shoulder and he grabs it.

His tongue licks at your toes, before sucking on them while his fingers drill into you, till you’re spraying the leather seats again. You sigh when he pulls out of you, your body’s exhausted as he presses kisses to the arch of your foot and licks at the skin before setting it down.

You hear his belt buckle and get wetter. He’s sliding his pants and boxers down, till his cock springs free. Its fucking hard and angry in his hands as he glides it up and down your folds. You cry at the sensitivity, beads of pre cum mixing with your squirt.

He circles your clit with the tip repeatedly, and your hips grind up desperate to take him inside you.

“Gonna let me fuck the filth outta you?,” he asks and you nod desperately.

“Please,” you beg feeling his cock slap your pussy and you moan.

“This pussy’s gonna take a beating,” he says making your nipples painfully harder and you inhale when you feel his tip line up at your enterance. He’s not sweet or gentle when he rams into you, you cry from the pain and the pleasure.

“So fucking tight, she needs a hard nasty fuck,” he says still pushing inside of you. Your eyes cross, feeling him stretch you out.

You feel so full, the pleasure shooting to your clit. You need him to live inside of you, this feelings too good, too overwhelming, you bite into your arm and he pulls out.

You full on sob when he rams back into you, his cock bullies into your cervix like he wants to break you.

He’s gripping your thighs and folding your legs back till they’re against your chest and you scream at this new angle as he drills into you, his skin slapping against yours and the squelching of your sopping cunt has your eyes bawling.

You’re drooling at this point, mentally checking out as he fucks into you, uses you, destroys you. His grunts sending tremors through you as you stare at your anklet dangling over his shoulder.

“Sweetest” thrust. “Fucking” thrust. “Pussy” thrust.

He slides your legs back down and pulls out his phone.

“Gonna show everyone how slutty you are, how sweet this pussy is, swallowing me like a filthy fucking slut,” he says and you let him.

The flash turns on and he grows harder at the sight of your body, sweaty skin and the way his cock ruts into your drenched pussy.

“You like being fucked stupid?” He asks , the camera on your face and you nod with tears in your eyes. He moves it down to where your bodies connect and you sit up.

The sight of him fucking into you makes you lose it and you cry out, letting go. Tremors rack through you and you convulse around him, squirting everywhere.

“Fucking crybaby,” he says beating into you like he said he would, your head slamming into the door with each thrust.

He doesn’t give a fuck when your hands fly down trying to push him off from the overstimulation. His hand presses down on your stomach feeling your pussy clamp against him.

“Why are you crying, you asked for it,” he grunts leaning down and licking up the tears flowing down your cheeks. You repeatedly convulse around him, liquid being fucked straight out of you. Your body aches, you’re drenched in sweat, your hairs a mess and your glasses are crooked. He thumbs your clit and slaps it.

“You think this nasty pussys had enough?” He asks and you nod biting your lip. You think you’ll die if he forces another orgasm out of you.

He stops recording and throws his phone to the floor before he leans down and kisses your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl, letting me fuck you senseless, but I need you to cum one more time, baby,” he says and you cry, his thumb attacks your clit until you’re practically seizing around him, clenching down on him and being drained of whatever’s left inside you, he grunts and his head falls back, blowing his load inside of you.

The last thing you feel is him painting your pussy white before you black out.

You feel gentle tapping against your cheek and your eyes open, it takes a few minutes to remember what happened as you sit up.

“You okay?” He asks and you nod. You hiss touching the top of your head, it hurts and so does your neck. He grabs your face and puts his flash on making sure you’re not concussed.

“I’m sorry,” you say and his brows furrow.

“Your seats,” you say staring down at the seats drenched in your bodily fluids and feeling the cum that’s dripping from your pussy.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” he says grabbing your clothes. He slides your shorts up your legs and then with your help, puts your bra on you followed by your tank top.

You wait for the post nut clarity to hit but it doesn’t come, in fact something much worse does. You like him.

You watch him put his clothes on and you both get out the car.

You pull your money from your pocket and hand it to him, he chuckles shaking his head.

“On the house,” he says making you nod and he hands you the rest of your weed but you shake your head.

“I got what I came for, and it wasn’t the weed,” you say standing on your toes to lick at the skin of his neck before you pull away and walk to your car.

You let out a relieved sigh once you get in, in desperate need of a hot bubble bath. Your body’s sore and undoubtedly bruised but you’ve never been fucked like that before, never been so degraded or overstimulated. You can still feel him inside of you, his lips on yours, his hands all over your body.

And when you’re finally home after a much needed bath and in a fresh set of pjs you unlock your phone to several notifications.

kunaitadori started following you

the ONLY girl he follows

your breathing hitches and even more so when you see he’s liked every single one of your twenty three posts.

cute he comments on a picture of you dressed as Lola bunny from space jam last Halloween.

you open your dms to see he’s sent a picture so you open it and laugh at the sight of him holding your panties up to the camera.

@/y/n.l/n: I’d like those back

@/kunaitadori: nah, I’ll keep them

@/y/n.l/n: perv

@/kunaitaori: crybaby

you grin at the phone, flip onto your stomach, pulling your shorts down before taking a pic of your ass in white lace and send it to him.

@/y/n.l/n: I have more

@/kunaitadori: I want those too

@/y/n.l/n: night perv

@/kunaitadori: night squirt

Your face burns red and you lock your phone.

I fear I’m becoming a sukuna writer. Gojo baby I’m sorry!

Sukuna is pissed.

The reason? You moved away from him in your sleep when he wanted to hold you close.

In your own subtle ways, you've always complained about how unaffectionate he is. You didn't explicitly say it, but he did notice how your mood would shift, your pretty little smiles barely masking your disappointment when he would do or say anything remotely cold or mean. And now that he was giving you what you wanted, you just roll away from him, depriving him of your warmth and the affection he expects you to reward him.

How you even managed to escape four of his arms to find your own corner of the bed was a big puzzle to him. You've always slept peacefully pressed to his side on most nights, and you didn't really move much once he had two of his arms wrapped around your frail form. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose after he had evidently upset you during supper by dismissing you when you asked about his day. There was nothing to tell, and though he understands that your concerns came from a good place, he still refused to tell you of the horrors of the world he found himself so deeply embroiled in.

Sukuna, however, brushed off the idea. You wouldn't dare. Or would you? He was just protecting you. Why would you hold that against him?

He chose not to entertain the thought, thinking it was just you moving in your sleep. And so, he reached for you, gently placing his arms over and underneath you to pull you closer. But it hadn't even been a minute of him holding you when you started letting out these seemingly irritated noises and shortly after, you were turning your back on him.

"What –" He stopped himself when you breathed in deeply, half expecting to hear sobs if you were truly upset with him, but then, your breathing rhythm returned to normal. You were still fast asleep.

Sukuna shrugged, already feeling his temper rising at the thought that you could sleep just fine without him. The thought of it annoyed him, and that was an understatement. He decided to move closer to you then, but as soon as he did, pressing your back on his bare chest, you started squirming, a dissatisfied groan leaving your lips.

At that, he rose slightly on his elbow, taking offense. "Woman, what is your problem?" he demanded, making you lie down flat on your back, startling you. "Is something ailing you?" This time, he spoke gently, watching as you slowly blinked up at his frowning face like you haven't got a clue what he's talking about. And then you closed your eyes before favoring your left side, going back to sleep.

"You –"

"What?" you whined without facing him, annoyed that your sleep was being disturbed.

Sukuna scoffed. You've really done it this time. Nobody dared speak to him that way. "What now? You don't want me anymore? I thought you wanted –"

In one swift movement, he found himself being tackled onto the bed as you turned around and threw yourself against him, immediately finding your spot in the crook of his neck. His two left arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you cradled in them as you snuggled closer, planting a kiss under his collarbone as if to appease him before you were falling back asleep.

"You could have just stayed like this –"

"Shh."

Did you just shush him? And as if to punctuate it, you raised your hand, your fingers blindly yet tenderly brushing his lips and staying there.

"Wife, you are aware I have two mouths, aren't you?" he spoke against your fingers, fighting a smile.

You moved your head back to smirk at him as you threw a leg over his abdomen right where his other mouth was, your thigh preventing it from saying anything.

"There. Problem solved."