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Tojiiii x2!!
Tojiiii!!! Tt:Sakuraluvxx
𝒴OU'LL BE LIKE ME, YEAH! ๋࣭⭑
pairing: singer!sukuna x fem!reader
a quick drabble hehe
your boyfriend had been singing for years. you were there when it all started. you recall him recording and producing in your shared bed at 4 in the morning.
until he got a smash hit. billboard number 1. he was invited to the grammys at one point due to his consistent chart toppers. it was safe to say he was doing this because he would always come home and see you. even the worst of days would get better even if you looked in his direction when he finally comes home from the studio.
he didn't know he would make it this far, but for you he would keep going even if he stopped earning royalties and fame. it started off as a hobby. he never knew it would blossom into something so fulfilling.
and ever since this tour, he's been talking about some "stress relief" and how he would handle it. you were always down for it, of course, but stress relief right before he was about to go on stage? it was questionable.
stress relief. that's what your famous boyfriend, sukuna, called it. in reality, it wasn't stress relief. it was pure yearning.
the look in his eyes when his gorgeous face turned your way while he was performing was one of straight desire. this goddamn tour had got him so worked up for ages, he needed to let his pent up emotions out on someone!
and is that why he's fucking you (very) last minute right before his show is about to start? is that why he can't keep quiet while fucking you stupid on his thick cock?
"f—fuck, kuna! get on stage, you have to!!" you cry out, trying to be as quiet as you can be.
"they can wait. this is much better than being on stage for 2 hours, trust me." he smirks, grabbing a handful of the flesh on your chest, making your two mouths line up.
his smirk widens and he presses his lips to yours. you can describe that kiss as anything but soft. his hand moves from your chest to your back, pulling you in closer as you move on his throbbing erection.
"yeah, just like that. don't you enjoy doing this at the last minute? muuchh more fun this way." he thrusts, hitting that spot that makes your thighs quiver and shake harder.
your toes curl, and sooner than you know it, your pussy is clenching. not enough to orgasm yet, oh well.
"i won't let you cum yet, my dear. just wait until i say so." he really enjoys this, teasing you— dangling the thing you so desperately need right in front of your watery eyes.
you let out an echoing moan, head tipping back. your toes curl and sukuna gets a firm grip on your hair.
the wet sounds of his dick penetrating your slick heat gets louder, and you can hear the crowd going insane at sukuna not showing up in time. you can see the fact that he revels in the fact there is a whole stadium waiting for him, but he's too stuck on fucking his pretty girlfriend.
your mind goes blank as he runs his hands all over your body, goosebumps trailing in path. your eyes close and you feel yourself reaching what only could be described as heaven momentarily.
his eyes catch on your slightly opened lips, fingers running over them. his breath fans over your face and you feel your lips once again being pressed against his. his tongue is strong and demanding, twirling around in your mouth as you moan into his.
he swipes some of your hair out of your face, looking at you with a look none other than adoration and longing.
"you can cum now. let loose for me, yeah?"
and you do as told. white cum leaks all over the expensive sofa in his dressing room, and he doesn't cum very long after.
his dick is nestled comfortably inside your wet pussy, already softening. his arms shake and he pulls out, zipping his pants up and kissing your lip, a promise for more soon.
he walks out the room, and his crew were surprised to see him. they thought he would be in there until his set ended.
he could've done that, but he couldn't leave his stupid fangirls waiting.
© 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 2026. do not repost as your own, translate or feed any of my works into ai. tlist: @valberryboos, @lilithkleia, @satorusdreamer, @mimuju, @yorikae, @yoonsucks, @6x-x9, @xqce, @https-iso, @v4mpyyb4tzz
chibi!choso
☕️[Ko-fi] if you'd like to toss a snack fund to Choso🩸☕️
ꮼ DO YOU SEE THE VISION !
cw: pornstar!au, p in v, yearning, masturbation, male whimpering, penetrative sex, hickeys, biting, talking you through it, he's described as big, back scratching, creampied, a little aftercare not proofread, art by @torucider.
ⓘ Featuring pornstar!choso is so hot, you might just die.
pornstar!choso who'd become famous for his work, through making rough yet intimate films with his costars. Where they didn't come off as just some guy fucking people, but like two people truly making love.
The soft whimpers he would make when he'd get close, the groans as the other person's nails bit into his back, and the lazy grin he'd shoot the camera after shooting a load into his costar drove fans wild.
pornstar!choso whispers sweet praises to each girl & guy so naturally, and just loud enough for the mics to pick them up, with such tender touches that he used to spark dating rumors with each new scene he did.
pornstar!choso never really dated after getting into the business. He'd gone on a few dates here and there, two flings to blow off steam but didn't have an actual relationship after his career grew.
After being asked by a fan if he was in a relationship or not, he stated, "It wouldn't be fair," & he wouldn't want his lover to have access to countless videos of him fucking other women, and he comes home not being as overtly sexual as he is in media.
pornstar!choso forgot all the logic he'd come up with for that rule the moment his eyes landed on you—he even thought it was one of his stupidest ideas to date.
He watched as you lit up the room with a smile, greeting all your friends before finally making your way over to him & Yuji.
pornstar!choso made a mental note to thank Yuji for dragging him downstairs to come hang out with his friend & stop being a recluse as you shook his hand telling him how nice it was to meet him.
pornstar!choso was surprised to find out you knew what he did for a living & weren't asking a thousand questions about "How he can do it?" or "Do you ever look forward to fucking a certain coworker?"
He was even more surprised to find out you wanted to be friends with him. Sure, people "didn't care" about his job all the time, but people still acted weird about his job and often chose not to pursue a friendship.
pornstar!choso was pleasantly surprised to see you always shut down Yuji's friends for making jokes about "Yuji's slutty brother," as if choso wasn't in the room, & found it endearing when you'd rub his shoulder after and apologize on their behalf.
It was nice, not being viewed just as some object for other people's entertainment for a while.
pornstar!choso who always assured you that he & Yuji could handle the jokes—since he'd started before Yuji had finished high school. "He'd heard just about every joke anyone could come up with about his job."
He still made it clear that he was thankful for your kindness, even if it was unnecessary.
pornstar!choso soon noticed just how protective you'd get over him & Yuji, & at first thought you must have a crush on his baby brother, until one night he came down to the kitchen while you were over and saw how fast your eyes lit up at seeing him.
It was like everything fell into place, all the soft touches, how you'd brush his hair from his eyes when sitting together, how you'd ramble on & on to him, seeing how excited you were to talk to him finally made it click.
pornstar!choso who, after grabbing a drink & saying his goodnights, retreated back into his bedroom & ended up fisting his cock to the thought of you, the thought of you wrapped around his twitching length & had to clasp a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans.
He ended up finishing faster than a virgin for the first time in years at the thought of you taking all of him.
pornstar!choso started avoiding you—finding reasons to just hide out in his room whenever you were over. Every time he saw you, he was reminded of the images that popped up in his mind. Riding him, sucking him off, on the couch, bent over the kitchen table, in the shower, against the wall.
Each time he saw your smiling eyes, something new popped up in his head.
pornstar!choso didn't realize until his manager pointed it out after filming a few scenes, but he'd started getting "Rougher" with the girls during shoots, and it hit him like a bag of bricks, all his pent-up frustrations over you had started leaking into his professional life.
He was barely done getting dressed before he was driving to your apartment & banging on the door—and when it opened, he didn't know what to say & just pulled your lips against his.
pornstar!choso & you barely processed what was happening before he had you over your couch, sinking each thick inch into your quivering cunt.
His mouth found home on your throat, sucking softly as whimpers of his name escaped your lips & your legs locked around his hips.
pornstar!choso who whispered how good you were doing & cupped your cheek as he finally bottomed out, blushing at the sight of you below him before giving an experimental thrust.
The shock value of it stretching you was too much, & you sank your nails into his back instantly stopping him in his tracks.
pornstar!choso who talked you through it until you adjusted to his size, kissing your temple & praising how good you felt.
Once he got your all clear, his hips were frantic, meeting yours in sloppy thrusts, moaning at the sensations of you clawing at his back.
pornstar!choso who was unable to muffle his mewls as your climaxes approached, opting to crush your lips against yours as white-hot pleasure tore through two both of you.
He felt like he was in heaven as he finished, painting your insides in sync with your orgasm, Choso's breath unsteady, but kissed up your shoulder whispering praises of how good you felt.
pornstar!choso who blushed at the sight of his sperm leaking out of you as he pulled out, swiping the dribbling off as your thighs clenched around his hand at the sensation.
He blushed once more before tucking his face into your shoulder with a pitiful laugh.
pornstar!choso & you end up laughing for a few minutes before you drag him into a cuddling position on the couch, teasing him for being so flustered, and he apologized for being so rough.
pornstar!choso who ended up sleeping over after you groaned & crawled on top of him, telling him to "just shut up already", and stretched out comfortably on his chest.
His muscular chest was nice to lie on, accompanied by his arm wrapped comfortably around you, fingers stroking your back till you fell asleep.
pornstar!choso had to turn his phone off after Yuji started spam texting him, trying to find out why he was at your apartment building at two am.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : rewrote my first choso fic. original.
𝒫ORNSTAR SUKUNA WHO… ᯓᡣ𐭩
pairing: pornstar!sukuna x pornstar!reader
pornstar!sukuna who barely makes any sound except for the occasional grunt he does every time after filling your tight cunt to the brim.
pornstar!sukuna who goes off script just to fulfill his own needs.
pornstar!sukuna who loves having nails run down his muscular back.
pornstar!sukuna who knows when you're not acting, but can't prove it.
pornstar!sukuna who doesn't know what aftercare is, pulls out with a wet shlick and goes the fuck on with his day.
pornstar!sukuna who doesn't deliberately try to hurt you, sure, he knows his dick literally breaks backs, but he would never do it intentionally to you.
pornstar!sukuna who questions the fluttery feeling in his stomach when he's around you.
pornstar!sukuna who loves when your hair grows longer, as there is more to pull on.
pornstar!sukuna who waits for a script to come in where you peg him.
pornstar!sukuna who loves when he fucks you so hard your pretty makeup melts off your face.
pornstar!sukuna who watches as you listen to music in between breaks.
pornstar!sukuna who savours your moans as if you're dying tomorrow, eyes closing like he could cum on that alone.
pornstar!sukuna who is always willing to drive you home.
pornstar!sukuna who's favorite position is reverse cowgirl, as he gets a nice view of your back and has plenty of opportunities to grab your hair while at it.
pornstar!sukuna who loves when you're scripted to wear heels while being fucked.
pornstar!sukuna who questions himself when he's kissing you if it's an act, cold metal entering your lips confidently when deep down he's not so confident..
© 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 2026. do not repost as your own, translate or feed any of my works into ai.
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Choso
Divorce lawyer!Higuruma who’s perhaps a bit more…invested than he should be as a professional. He can’t help but siIently curse out that soon-to-be-ex husband of yours for cheating on you above aII, he can’t heIp but consider all the ways in which he’d have never done so. Divorce lawyer!Higuruma who’s all narrowed gazes and tight sentences during those mediation sessions with your soon-to-be ex. But with you he’s perhaps a bit more…touchy than a divorce lawyer should be: a comforting hand on your shoulder, a graze of his fingers as he hands you a document. The document. Divorce lawyer!Higuruma who doesn’t wait until the ink on that dotted Iine is dried before asking—“Fancy perhaps a dinner, to celebrate?”
༉‧₊˚. sheriff!kuna can't stop fucking his wife in front of sheriff!toji
content & tags: voyeurism, southern setting & southern accents, threesome, oral (m & f receiving) husband!sukuna x fem reader x older!toji, smut, pet names :: wc: 3.5k
sukuna couldn't believe you. well, you always did weird shit, but this was different. couples therapy.
he sits here in front of dr. masamichi yaga, the name plate states.
this was ridiculous. couples fucking therapy!
one thing sheriff ryoumen sukuna knew he did not need was fucking therapy. especially couples therapy.
he just fucked you in the parking lot before you made it upstairs for cryin' out loud, and this morning on your desk.
"so, yaga drawled, settlin’ back in his chair with a crooked grin, “what brings you two tumbleweeds blowin’ through my door today?” sukuna snorted and slouched deeper into the cushioned seat, spreadin’ himself like he owned the place. “you’re gonna have to ask my missus ‘bout that one.”
"well, now, mister my husband," you reached over and grabbed sukuna's hand roughly and pat it. "can't seem to stop fucking me..." yaga raised his eyebrows in surprise. "what?"
"in front of our colleague."
“oh?” yaga tipped his gaze toward sukuna. “sheriff, that so?”
“ain’t every time,” sukuna muttered. “she’s spinning a tall tale.”
“oh no,” you shot back, smirkin’. “just this mornin’, he did. i can tell you all about it.”
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this mornin’, you’d ridden into the sheriff’s office right at seven sharp — early for you, and downright sinful for your husband. to your surprise, he’d come along too, even though he usually didn’t drag himself in ‘til near half past ten. you brewed up a fresh pot of coffee and set to organizin’ your desk while sukuna leaned against the wall, grumblin’ about the new deputy.
“damn fool didn’t do a lick of what i told him,” sukuna growled. “tenderfoot, i tell ya. i warned gojo, but he’s always tryin’ to give them kids a fair chance. now guess what, sugar?”
you glanced over your shoulder. “what, darlin’?”
"i have to write the fuckin' report.", he snapped, pourin himself a cup. "like it was my fuckin' fault he's a dumb shit and shot himself in his own boot." you giggled as he finished and went up to him just past you desk to give him a peck. "it'll be jus' fine honey. you're the boss remember that. come's with the territory." your fingers toyed with the leather of his twin holsters slung over his crisp white shirt. sukuna took a long swallow of coffee, set the mug aside, then hooked an arm around you and lifted you up onto the edge of the desk with a wicked glint in his eye.
"mhm. sugar i am the boss. that's why i wear these suits, got these guns and i can fuck you right here."he smiled wickedly at you.
“no, ryoumen,” you warned, pressin’ a hand to his chest. “someone could come barging in any minute now.” you looked at your watch it is was 7:25 am. you hadn’t the faintest notion what hour the other sheriff toji rolled in, or the undersheriffs, gojo and geto, usually showed their faces. but you did know that by the time you clocked in at eight every mornin’, toji was almost always already there. you’d even ribbed toji about it once, jokin’ that he was makin’ you look bad, always beatin’ you to the office. truth be told, it surprised you that he wasn’t there this mornin’. (every other time you’d tried comin’ in early, he’d already been settled in like he owned the place.)
"fuckem, plus what they gon' say to me. the big bad sheriff." he said as he inched over you on your desk until you were flat on your back. he rubbed up and down the lengths of your legs as if to soothe you. "just a quickie, sugar." when he looked at you so lovingly, you nodded and he grinned. he opened his pants and hiked up your pantskirt and he plays with your pussy a little bit and it wasn't needed you were basically dripping. he slipped his dick out his pants and lined up to your entrance and started fucking into you on your desk.
sukuna kept fuckin' you and rollin' your clit with his thumb. "see baby, not so bad. nobody here but us." he leaned down to give you a kiss. just as if sukuna's karma came back to bite him in the ass...you hear the door open and a breeze rush into the station as toji walked into the office.
you were so embarrassed you grabbed on sukuna's shirt as he kept fucking you and a wanton moan slipped out of you while your head hung off the desk as you made eye contact upside down with toji. the man himself didn't even flinch at the sight of you two, and even worse sukuna started fucking you even harder with toji's presence.
toji kept his eyes on you guys smiling at you as he took a swing from his thermos. "mornin', partner", he said as he walked by bumping fists with sukuna and "mornin' ma'am" he smiled at you as he walked past seeing you basically almost get fucked off the desk, head hanging low. toji then walked past you both, his musuclar back stretched against his shoulder gun holster and into his office. before closing the door he grinned at you and .
"ryoumen sukuna.." you whined. just as toji closed the door, sukuna came hard inside of you and pulled out. he took a tissue to wipe the excess cum that dripped out of you and pulled your panties up. he fixed his pants and you pulled your skirt down. he looked at you sheepishly as he rolled up his sleeves and fix his shoulder holster.
“you look real pretty,” he drawled, flashin’ you that crooked, devil grin as he reached up to as he fixed your hair. you swatted his hand away. “don’t,” you snapped, then turned on your heel and stormed toward the back room. sukuna looked aroud the room and just fixed the sleeves on your desk.
"welp."
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“That weren’t my fault,” Sukuna muttered, arms crossed. “i didn’t know toji was gonna come strollin’ in all willy-nilly.”
“i told him about this though,” you shot back.
yaga watched the two of you like a spectator at a saloon card table — you poutin’, sukuna starin’ you down like you were the only thing in the room, worryin’ his lip between his teeth.
“well,” yaga finally said, tryin’ not to smile, “don’t look like he meant any harm. and just look at him — boy’s downright smitten with you.”
you glanced over at sukuna, your irritation softenin’ the second your eyes met his. his brows knit together, still gnawin’ at his lip like he had somethin’ he couldn’t rightly say.
“y’know i love you, sugar,” he murmured low. “and you’re all mine.”
your resolve melted clean away at that. you turned back to yaga with a small huff. “what’s today — friday? this ain’t even the first time this’s happened.”
sukuna blinked. "what? sugar what are you takjin bout... the fuckin elevator seriously."
“yes, dead serious,” you replied. “happened wednesday, too, doc.”
yaga let out a slow whistle. “sounds like you two got a habit of causin’ trouble wherever you roam.”
"not me just him!"
earlier that week — wednesday, to be exact — you, sukuna, and toji had ridden into the main district for a business meetin’.
things went south quick.
one of the deputies couldn’t keep his eyes where they belonged. he kept starin’ at you while you tapped away at the notes for the meetin’, lookin’ you over like a hungry coyote sizing up a fresh cut of meat. sukuna noticed — of course he did — but he held his tongue through most of the proceedings, jaw tight, knuckles flexin’ like he was wrestlin’ his temper into submission.
then came recess.
when everyone started movin’ about, sukuna watched that same fool deliberately drag his chair over and plant himself right beside you. the man leaned too close, crowdin’ your space like he had every right to be there.
that was when sukuna’s patience snapped like a dry twig under a boot heel.
his chair scraped loud against the floor as he rose, eyes sharp as a drawn blade, and his voice carried clear across the room, "lay a hand on my wife and i will blow ya brains out that fuckin wind you motherfucker. who are you to apporach my wife you empty-headed mule." toji caught sukuna before he could take so much as another step, clappin’ a firm hand down on his shoulder. The muscles in his arm bunched tight as a coiled rope, veins standin’ out from the sheer force it took to hold the man in place.
“you’re fixin’ to dig your own grave, boy.” toji warned. the man ran out the room and sukuna took his rightful seat next to you and toji plopped next to him. "you good?, missy" toji asked as you needed, sukuna pulled your chair closer to his own.
after the meetin’ wrapped up, the lot of you crowded into the elevator, shoulder to shoulder. you ended up tucked in the back, leanin’ easy against your husband’s chest, while toji claimed the opposite corner, arms crossed and eyes closed.
the small space hummed low as the doors slid shut, the car lurchin’ into motion beneath your boots. after a few floors it was the three of you left in the elevator. sukuna started to get handsy and was massaging your ass.
"ryou...toji is here." you looked to your side and saw toji still leaned up his eyes still closed.
"ahh baby, toji won't mind plus you wouldn't you like toji to hear you cute little moans hmm." sukuna said in your ear as he slipped his hand between you thighs and rubbed your clit from your stockings (fucking in the car this mornin sukuna conveniently didn't give you back your panties). you froze. why did he say that? did he think you wanted toji?
sukuna kept moving his hand back and forth between your thighs and whispered,"it's okay i don' mind and i don't think toji would either mm. you got seven floors to go can you come by then?" you nodded.
seven floors.
you started to ride sukuna's hands as he held your waist and helped move you.
five floors.
you grabbed on sukuna's arm and bit your lip. sukuna's finger started to circle your clit as well and you felt impossibly close.
three floors.
two.
you moved against sukuna's hand faster as he tucked his head into your neck and splayed kisses on your neck. you looked over at toji again who had opened his eyes and was watching this all unfold with a grin. making eye contact with toji you came hard writhing on sukuna's hand as he stood up and pulled your skirt down quickly right before the elevator dinged open. sukuna grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the elevator, sharing a look with toji as you tried to pull yourself together.
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mmm,” yaga hummed, tappin’ his pencil against the edge of his notepad. “so what exactly went sideways at work yesterday? you embarrassed to run into toji?”
“i wasn’t even in yesterday,” you groaned. “had myself a day off. came in today, and then that happened.” you dragged a hand down your face. “i don’t even know how I’m supposed to look him in the eye again. lord help me…”
Sukuna watched as you dropped your head into your hands, shoulders saggin’ with pure mortification. Yaga, meanwhile, scratched a few notes onto his pad, calm as a prairie breeze filling the room. "so, sheriff... is this a fantasy?"
sukuna was silent as he tapped his boot on the floor. " a lil bit."
you shot upright at that, eyes wide. “baby… why didn’t you tell me?” your voice softened as you let out a shaky sigh. “you had me thinkin’ i was losin’ my mind.”
sukuna’s expression eased,"sugar i wasn' gon pile more worry on your shoulders,” he said low. "all these killings tackin’ up more work than we can breathe through, your mama whisperin’ in your ear about babies… then watchin’ you twist yourself into knots over nothing.” he met your eyes, steady and honest. “there just weren’t a right moment to lay it on you and i see how toji looks at you."
"how he looks at me?"
"like he wants you, but he can't have you cause you're all mine." yaga looks between the two of you admiring the love that is easily seen.
"see y'all just had to communicate... seems like what you want sukuna is for toji to be jealous of you?"
"he is jealous...what i want is different." he looked at sukuna expectantly.
"i'll show you sugar."he said as he stood up quickly giving you a head kiss and then rushing out the room.
"ryo...what"
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an hour later, you pulled up to the house after leavin’ Yaga’s office behind. you’d paid good coin for that time — and you aimed to make full use of every last minute of it. you got home slippin' off your shoes but you seen two shoes in the doorway not just sukuna's. "ryoumen?"
you didn't hear a response but you heard shuffling in your bedroom. you creeped slowly and saw the door opened slightly. you crept up and pushed the door open. the sight itself shocked you. your husband ryoumen sukuna naked, getting sucked off...by his fellow fully naked sheriff toji fushiguro. you gasped alerted them and sukuna moved his gave to you and he had a gag in his mouth as he tried to talk to you. toji looked up as he moved his hand up and down sukuna's cock while licking down the side. sukuna came in thick mean squirts against hsi abdomen snd it seemed like he had already came before you got there.
you weren't exactly mad at the sight, your squeezed thighs was enough to implicate that. you and sukuna had talks about what you were both into and you've explored before but still this was still new. toji got up under your watchful eye and walked up towards you completely dominating you in height. "hey sweetness, you wanna join in?" you watched him with wide eyes as you nodded. toji grabbed you and flung you on the bed as you bounced. toji walked so he was standing above you and and pulled you down towards him. he crawled above you and looked back at sukuna who was furrowing his brows and leaned and led a line wwith his tongue from your collarbone up the right of your neck, over your cheek and kissed you dropping his tongue into your mouth kissing you deeply.
the kiss alone had you moaning as tojimoved his hands done your body ripping you clothes off your body. toji seperated from you spit connecting your mouths as he started to bite down your body to your wet pussy. discarding your shirt, and skirt all was left was your stockings. toji grabbed the middle of your stockings ripping them straight through the middle flinding them somewhere in the room. you whined in protest but that was quickly stopped as toji slapped you boob before biting the left one. you let out a huge moan as bit and tugged on your left nipple and massaged your right.
toji moved down to your dripping cunt opening his mouth and closing it around your entire pussy before closing and tugging on your clit. he swirled his tongue around your pussy and you reached for your head. but toji abruptly stood up and landed one hard slap on your pussy. you screamed and he grabbed your chin looking deep into your eyes.
"whose in charge here?"
"you.." you whimpered. he slapped your cunt again and tears started to fall from your eyes. "you.. toji.. you!"
"toji what?"
"sheriff toji!!" toji smiled in acknowledgment before kissing you and pulling you off the bed. you landed on the floor, your legs open and you arms beside your body. toji grabbed your hair and started to fuck your mouth. he kept pushing you until you choked then pulling you up until you were at his tip, sputtering. when you finally were almost able to take him fully you grabbed on his thighs and dug you nails in. you looked to your right and saw sukuna watching you intently breathing hard, spit almost fulling covering his gag and he was hard again. his cock stood hard and angry almost staring at you.
toji let go of your hair and you came for air as you jerked him up with your hand. you licked down his shaft before taking his balls into your mouth and sucking on them. as you sucked off toji you played with your clit and you were so close. toji grabbed your neck and turned you around on the floor having you to look up and back at him. he gestured for you to open your mouth and he slid his cock back in your mouth. he held you thoart as you were bended backward and couldn't see anything but toji's balls. your hand returned to your pussy and toji fucked into your mouth further before you both came. he pulled out of your mouth and pulled you up so he could kiss you again.
he turned to sukuna,"i see why you love 'er. sexy lil miss." he said as he slapped your ass. you looked at sukuna in worry as he seemed to go red. you looked at toji and he gave you a nod allowing you to check on your husband. but toji pushed you to your knees and only said, "crawl."
"darlin' you okay baby?" you said sa you crawled to your husband and sat between his legs. yo looked at his cock and saw he was getting hard again. "did you come from watching toji fuck my mouth?" you sat up on your knees and moved up his body and removed his gag. he took a deep breath and moved his eyes between you and toji who was now standing behind you petting your hair. toji reached his hand out and slapped sukuna across his face. "she asked you a question didn't she?" you reached for where he hit sukuna wanting to soothe him as he turned his head back jaw tightenin'.
"i'm okay baby, don' worry bout me. as long as you enjoy yourself..."
"that's not all she asked."
"toji please.. poor thing"
toji didn't like that sukuna still had so much ego even though he had just came down his wife's throat. he shoved the gag back in sukuna's mouth and lifted you up so your legs were wrappe around your waist and you were face to face right above sukuna. toji teased his cock between your folds holding you up in his strong arms. he slowly slipped you down his cock until you hit the base with a gasp and he started fucking you midair.
"oh god! toji..". you couldn't breathe toji was so big...sukuna was big but toji had a girth it felt like he was splitting you in two. and the fact that all you had to do was hang onto him as he pushed you up and down hsi cock had your head spinning. soon toji slowed down his thrusts slightly and bent you so you were, still getting fucked but face to face with sukuna's dick.
you never did this before, t felt liek you were doing a back bend mid air as you opened your mouth took sukuna in. once toji saw you had a handle on sukuna's cock where you were comfortable he started to fuck into again at a harsher pace. each thrust from toji fucked sukuna's dick further and further into your mouth you felt dizzy. youtook as much of him in as you could and wrapped your hands against the base before toji oulled you up where you were face to face with him again. he played with your clit while shoving his tongue in your mouth again for a deep kiss. you came, squeezing toji tightly and biting down on his lip freeing some blood. toji released you before he placed you on sukuna's dick and shoved his cock back in your mouth.
you were already overstimulated from three orgasms but you were desperate to feel your husband's cum warm up your pussy. you bounced on sukuna as toji grabbed you hair to move you on his cock. tears flew from your eyes again as the exhaustion and overstimulation caught up to you. toji used his free hand to remove one sukuna's arm restraints before focusing back on you. sukuna freed his other hand before grabbing your hips and fucked you down on his cock. he shared a look with toji before they came in you simultaneously and you fell back on your husband.
you were beat and toji sat on the edge of your bed as you curled up on your husband who held you and kissed your head.
"so what do you say?"
sukuna looked at up at toji with a questioning look.
"you wanna get fucked next sheriff?"
"fuck you."
© yorikae
my first jjk fic…the memories 🥹🥹🥹
husband!sukuna : beach episode
the sun pours over your body as you walk along empty handed with sukuna holding all the bags and beach equipment. baby!yuji patters along on the mildly hot sand, running on levels of adrenaline only a six year old could muster.
the beach is filled with families similar to yours, children playing in the water, people tanning in the deliciously hot sun and rounds of volleyball being tossed around by large friend groups.
sukuna places down your lounging chairs with an attached shaded umbrella, and plops down with all the bags containing various miscellaneous things.
yuji sticks his tongue out slightly, eyes lighting up with mischief and tries to make a beeline for the water before you grab him by the collar.
“no one gets out there without sunscreen” you wave a finger at him, instructing him to settle down.
yuji pouts impatiently swinging his legs while you get out the bottle of kids sunscreen and rub it on every bit of his exposed skin.
your son wrinkles his nose when you reach for his face applying the lotion in soft rhythmic motions. you proceed to pinch his cheeks and give him a little kiss there while yuji giggles.
sukuna watches you fuss over the brat with mild amusement. his eyes squint under the sun, and drop to admire what you’ve got on.
a frilly little thing exposing your beautiful curves.
sukuna scans the area noting any men looking towards your general direction and stares them down with a cutting glare only he could manage. a look that screamed ‘look away before i come dislocate that head myself’ for good measure.
while yuji runs off to play in the sand, you turn to him with the sunscreen bottle in hand and a knowing smile.
“your turn”
❥ olderbf!kuna sees you without makeup for the first time (cw: shyinsecure!reader)
you were standing outside of your boyfriend’s apartment, waiting patiently, you held onto the strap of your overnight bag with so much emotion.
it’s your first time spending the night at his place. you hear his footsteps get closer. you anxiously take out your phone and get a quick good look at your appearance, i mean, you might lose your virginity tonight?
shit.
you’re completely barefaced. not even a coat of mascara. you look like a complete mess.
before you could dig something out of your bag. sukuna was towering over you. “hey” he says softly, the corners of his mouth twitched at the sight of you.
you don’t speak at first—you don’t even look him in the eye, your eyes glue themselves to the ground.
the shame and embarrassment you felt burned. it felt like your face was on fire. so many thoughts kept crossing your mind.
shoko loves your nursing boobs ☆ pairings, mom!shoko x mom!reader contents, 18+ ! mdni : lactation kink, shoko loves tits n' thighs, body praise, sensitivity, handsy shoko, shoko drinks milk to be strong ⋮ 1.5k wc authors note, haha i'm bad at these things but i liked reading these sort of fics & wanted to write more of mommy shoko 😭 sorry if it’s not great im trying to get better it just feels awkward for me sometimes... merp, well here's my attempt 🏷️ @yorikae @lotuscy @sugusplaything @ninhotrufado
shoko stares at you like a lion watches a gazelle in an open savanna. she literally can’t help herself. how could she?
your daughter was chubby as ever, but despite her cheeks that seem stuffed with marshmallow and wrists decorated with rolls— her appetite was comically small. that left you engorged most days and sifting around laundry with milk stains down the front.
so coming home to you in her shirt, neckline ready to burst and milk staining through the fabric— it’s her favorite sight nowadays. her long shifts drag even longer just thinking of you at home and how pretty you’ve gotten.
you never liked letting things go to waste. it’s always been a habit and shoko used to frown when you’d tell her to scrape the plate for every last bite.
the thought of wasting your breastmilk? you hated it. your daughter loves milk! unfortunately your supply was far too much for her and pumping exhausted you as it felt like that was all you do nowadays. today was no different.
your wife watches you from the doorway, steam rising up as you sink deeper into the tub with a grimace and scrunched nose. your heavy chest bobs at the surface— beads of milk glisten on your hardened nipples, casting a white film to the water. “doesn’t look very comfortable.” shoko pokes at you and rolls her sleeves up. you pout, “not at all.”
after searching countless mommy blogs, you heard milk baths were good. so your baby girl got one and so did you.
suddenly shoko’s unbuttoning her jeans, shimmying out of them, metal hitting the floor. she slips off her shirt and tugs down her panties and greets you with an eyeful. “move over a little.” you huff, sitting up while she sits behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. shoko gives you a small smile, acting cute.
her chin rests on your shoulder and her hands spread over your hips, “i missed you.” shoko sighs. “uh huh.” you puff your cheeks at her confession.
those hands of hers wander, squeezing your plusher thighs under the water. “i can feel that you missed me,” you lean back against her chest, “a lot.” she smiles sheepishly. shoko kisses your shoulder lazily, placing open mouthed kisses to your wet skin. she’s been so obsessed with you lately.
she cups your tits, one tit bigger and heavier than the other, swollen tight with milk. “i couldn’t finish up…” you murmur with a wince. shoko looks down at you in total awe. your breath hitches as your chest is so sensitive— everything is now after having your daughter. shoko is unbearable about that fact.
her hand slowly rubs the underside before squeezing more firmly, kissing your neck as she does so. you rest your head back and your shoulders loosen, feeling sore skin soften at her touch. warmth spreads on your chest as milk drips into your colder bath. “let me help.” she offers.
you snort, “you just like my bits and bobs.” you gasp at her starting to work on the other breast.
“correct.” she checks your reaction. “sho!” your wife is so shameless…
shoko’s thumb pad rubs down to your nipple, “what?” she asks, “i’m honest!” she kisses you before you could protest again, greedily and tasting faintly of her nicotine gum and stale coffee. “let’s get to bed.” you frown at the loss of her hands on your tits, disappointed that you weren’t done.
shoko’s already walked off as you get dressed, checking on your little monster snug in her nursery. she’s softly snoring, always a good sleeper and milk drunk as you already nursed before shoko came home.
you’re in a big shirt of hers, not even caring to put on a pair of bottoms. thick thighs rubbing against each other, sticky with your lotion and damp from the bath. your chest strains against the shirt much like your small belly. she sets down the baby monitor on your dresser, “ah shit…” you hiss, the little noises over the speaker having a detrimental effect on you.
dark patches bloom in the front. tears spring to your eyes in embarrassment, heat rushing to your face as it’s frustrating for you. you sit on the bed, back against the headboard and trying to distract yourself from the fact you keep on leaking and will definitely need to pump. a warm cheek plops itself on your thighs.
shoko lies over your legs, hands gripping your hips as she kisses your inner thigh, feeling the soft fuzz of leg hair and soft creases of stretchmarks. “i hate this.” you murmur.
her lips trail up your thigh, kissing them softly. “hey….” she pulls back to look up at you, lying on her side with starving eyes. “don’t do that.” she keeps a hand on your thigh. “i’m leaking everywhere constantly.” you admit pitifully.
she has a thoughtful look, looking you up and down with a tiny smile. “it’s cute.” you stare at her in disbelief. she just keeps on growing into a grin at your face.
an idea comes over her. her mouth drifts lower to the top of your chest, her thumb pressing into your ribcage. shoko sits in between your thighs— your thighs clenching around her when she pulls up your shirt and immediately cups one of your generous tits. the cool air makes your nipples harden as soon as the air hits them.
they’re so full. they’re hard to the touch, your tits painfully engorged despite the bath and her earlier attempt to help you express milk. her thumbs slowly rub at your nipples as she kisses across your collarbone, eyelashes fluttering. she pinches lightly until milk beads appear.
shoko latches onto your breast, suckling gently as warmth immediately spreads onto her tongue.
sweet— and slightly thick yet runny. like nectar. the taste is addictive upon her first try, but shoko keeps suckling, each time greedier than the last time. your sweetness drips down her lips and collects in the corner of her mouth.
“oh,” you sigh. she looks at you again, pleased with her little experiment. your fingers brush her hair back before falling limp against the pillows.
her tongue laps at your hardened nipple, sucking harder at the bud, humming against your skin. milk droplets dribble down your chest, her face chasing after every last droplet and hands gripping onto you tighter. she bites your skin lightly, teasing you.
she adjusts your thighs wrapped around her waist when you begin to relax more. “better?” she talks between suckles at your erect buds, muffled by the mouthful of your warm and flushed tit. you nod, letting out a shaky sigh.
the baby monitor crackles, making you and shoko pause, shoko sitting up suddenly to look for it. your daughter lets out a little sigh and kicks a foot— immediately falling back to sleep. she sets the monitor back down and turns to you.
you’re absolutely drenched. milk drips down onto your bare belly, the familiar sounds always making you leak much like earlier. “oh my god.” shoko pulls away your hands. she licks thick stripes against your skin to nipple, suckling away until it seems your tits have been completely drained.
you immediately cover your face with one hand, “you’re so weird about this now.” she kisses the top of your breast for good measure, glancing up at you with a cheeky smile. she likes seeing you all blushy. “now?” she repeats, “i’ve always been a boobs kinda girl. especially these boobs. my boobs.”
which is unfortunately too true. she says it too happily for your liking. you squeak when shoko leans down to press a few lazy kisses your soft belly, always shy in that area now.
her hands slide against your generous ass, squeezing them firmly, her index dragging against stretchmarks. “just look at you.” shoko acts as if she’s stating the obvious. to her it is, it’s the only thing on her mind. “sho… stooop.” you whine at her sudden praises. you let out an airy giggle and let her rest against your bare chest.
“these boobs.” kiss.
“this belly.” kiss.
“thighs.” squeeze.
“this ass.” two squeezes.
shoko wraps around you as tight as she can, inhaling the soft fragrance of your coconut shampoo. “best thing that’s ever happened to me.” she kisses your warm neck.
you hit her arm, “that should be your daughter!” you glare at her. “oh trust me, she is— she made you like this after all. made you even more beautiful. not fair.” her hands knead your ass despite the fact she’s acting very sweet.
shoko sprawls out shamelessly between your legs, cheek against your thigh, one hand still possessively spread over your ass. “i think i could live between your thighs forever.” shoko sighs in utter bliss, too comfy on her favorite kind of bed. your tits and thighs. “got spoiled by my wife and my daughter, look at what you two gave me.” she murmurs against your thigh, already dozing off, comfortable.
there’s milk dried in her hair and stuck to her lips, shoko is fast asleep, not a care in the world. you melt a little before realizing you’re going to be stuck like this for the night.
ugh, that’s definitely your daughter’s mom.
In which crazy gf!reader argues with Boyfriend!Sukuna on a bridge in broad daylight
“It was a fucking milkshake!” he roars.
“It was cheating!” you shriek. People look and point. You ignore them. “You paid for a girl’s milkshake! That means you want her milkshake! I see your infidelity. Real eyes realise real lies, asshole!”
Sukuna groans, face in hands. This day was going from bad to worse — waking up late because you turned his alarms off, getting a ticket when you leaned over to beep the horn at a police car, almost getting into a fist fight after you shoved him into a random man, and now?
Now, he’s stuck on a bridge because his vengeful girlfriend’s pissed he treated a classmate to a milkshake. Apparently, milkshakes are equivalent to head in your books. Suffice to say, he’s ready for the day to end.
And it’s not even 12pm yet.
“Jesus, you drive me fucking insane,” Sukuna grits out. His foot taps relentlessly against the cement, muscles in his face ticking, jaw flexing. “You’ve got a real skill for ruining my goddamn life, I swear to god, woman.”
“Oh? Well, if your life sucks so much, then make a new one without me!” you screech, arms flailing wildly. “In fact, lemme help you out by just, I don’t know, jumping off this goddamn bridge!”
“Yeah, please fucking do! I’ll join you!”
People passing by whisper: “Oh my god, they’re causing a scene,” “should we step in?”, and “are they actually going to jump?” Or some variations of those. Concerned, an old lady steps forward and offers, “My dear, if you need help, we’re here for you.”
You whirl around, throwing the death glare you had at them instead of your boyfriend. That isn’t enough for them to take the hint, it would seem. Taking a deep breath, you give Sukuna only a second to brace himself before you proceed to start…barking. Like a chihuaha. Yipping is probably more accurate. You bark and bark and bark until even more people stop to look. They flinch back, aghast. The old lady splutters, “What on Earth is wrong with you?”
“Fuck you, you old bat,” Sukuna snaps, angry for a new reason. “Never heard a woman bark before? Grow the fuck up and get the hell away from us — our foreplay’s none of your goddamn business.”
Blanching, they stumble back. Then, they march away from the train wreck of a couple making a scene on the bridge flustered and embarrassed. You watch them leave. “Ugh, people these days,” you scoff. “No manners.”
Sukuna grunts in agreement. “Weirdos.” He glances down at you. “Where were we?”
You hum in thought, then beam. “I was gonna jump off the bridge.”
“Oh, yeah.” Shaking tension back into his body, he moulds his face back into an angry scowl. “You can’t keep threatening to jump every time you don’t get your way!”
“Says who?” you yell.
Across the bridge, two policemen sigh and shake their heads at the people silently questioning if they’re going to do something. All they say is, “They’re here every week.”
Based off a couple I saw actually arguing on a bridge a couple days ago. Hope they’re doing well
Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately
The door slams open.
“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”
Innocently, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”
Sukuna’s eye twitches.
“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”
An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.”
With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”
“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”
Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”
Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you.
Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself.
Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”
As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”
A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up.
Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you do.”
is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice
₊˚⊹ᰔ how deep is your love
⁀➴ sum. making a wish with a one-wish willow, hiromi higuruma gets exactly what he wants. unfortunately, that's the problem
⁀➴ wc. 1.0k
⁀➴ warnings. 18+, afab!reader, dacryphilia (ikkkk 😭), friends-to-lovers, magical influence, dubcon, fingering, altered emotions, psychological horror, needy!reader x down atrocious!higuruma, making it fit, cockwarming, handj**s, higuruma having the worst (best) day of his life
⁀➴ notes. i saw obsession yesterday and immediately wanted to write something with the trope but making it nasty lol
there was always a possibility that higuruma liked you. somehow the two of you always ended up sitting next to each other, sharing each other's drinks, adjusting each other’s clothes.
the air around you uncomfortably warm when you finish each other’s sentences. things that always just felt a little too intimate to just be “friends.”
neither of you acknowledge it though.
“and what if it doesn’t work?” he asks, examining the red and white box before tearing it open. you shrug, turning towards the kitchen to grab a drink.
“what’s your wish?”
he pauses for a moment, brushing dark strands from his now red face.
“i’m not telling you.”
“fine!” you roll your eyes, continuing your silly little tasks.
his fingers run across the bark, thinking over his wish.
i wish she wanted me
no. too vague.
i wish she’d stop looking at anyone else
absolutely not, that sounds creepy. his jaw tightens.
i wish she needs me the same way i need her.
I think about Yuki body a lot
Cowboy!Gojo who has a crush on you…he can’t deny it. And he’s throwing his Iasso around you whenever he spots you in town—tightening it, and tuggin’ you to him despite your Iaughing protests. Cowboy!Gojo who beckons you to go out riding- no not like that. But he sits you on his horse and rides out of town with you until the sun goes down, and the sky’s bIushing. Cowboy!Gojo who confesses to you in his charming drawI, and you…you accept? Best believe that the entire town’s teasing him for the next few weeks.