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𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in

Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.

"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that."

You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time).

"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"

"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."

Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in.

"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!"

Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before.

"Enchain."

Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears.

"Y-Yū —"

"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin.

This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and broken through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too.

"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."

Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded.

Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is.

Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard.

Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you from the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway.

"Y-Yūji —"

"My name, brat —"

"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"

"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.

You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"

"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."

He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac.

"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only."

"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —"

"That's it."

The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.

When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again.

"S-Sukuna?"

"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"

You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."

"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt.

"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."

Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior.

"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that."

"It was," you breathe out.

When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty.

Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal.

"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly.

You shake your head. "Not at all, baby."

"Let me fuck you next, then."

longer version coming soon. lmk if any of you want to be tagged! 🤍

hellservant666

‘drunk in love’

synopsis—toji comes home after a night out drinking with shiu. the alcohol pulsing within him has him more horny and sensitive than normal.

cw: oral (masc receiving), ass slapping, bean rubbing, cum, cum , and cum, male moaning, cum in throat, fingering, alcohol, intoxication, more cum, cum, and cum. (not proofread, shorter smut)

toji had one goal as he stepped into the small-shared apartment: find you. drunkenly stumbling through the halls, he pushed open the bedroom door to find your sleeping silhouette curled up. toji’s hand stroked your hair in an attempt to wake you. when you didn’t budge, he tried verbally. “fucking hell, wake up, baby” his words fell upon deaf ears—you turned in your sleep, and toji to let out a small groan.

his hand slid to your shoulder, slowly shaking you. your unfocused eyes slowly blinked open, darting around before finally settling on the dark shadow in front of you. “toji? it’s—“ your voice was hoarse with sleep as you glanced at the bedside alarm clock. “a little after midnight…what’re you doing home this late?”

toji didn’t answer right away. instead, he clumsily dragged his shirt over his head, before pulling off his sweats. “went out…drinking with shiu.” his words were slurred and jumbled together. “couldn’t get you off of my mind“ the last part was the most incoherent.

“m’ cant even understand a word you’re saying” you sat upward, running your hands through your messy-bed hair, before crossing your arms. pure exhaustion covered your features, you had to blink your eyes open nearly every second in order for you to stay awake. “baby, i’m throbbing. m’ need you to suck it, or even stroke it with your hands.”

you blinked at him, trying to process it all—watching as his shadow moved around the bed, settling next to you. “why’re you coming home with a fucking hard-on?” your tone was accusatory and you heard toji let out a small chuckle.

“baby, just the thought of you gets me fucking hard.” once again, the words were barely coherent, but when your brain puzzled them together, heat began pool between your legs, you let out a deep sigh. placing your hands onto toji’s torso, you felt his abs become tense from your touch.

his breathing rose quickly as your hand inched lower, slipping underneath his boxers—you gripped him tightly. somehow it turned you on even more feeling his smooth, hard cock in your hands. your thumb swiped over his tip and you could feel warm pre-cum smear across it.

toji slipped his boxers down to his knees and you moved to be on all fours, one of your hands stroked him while the other rested on his thigh. you flinched slightly as you felt his hands caress the hearty flesh of your ass, even squeezing it a little. giving his dripping tip a few soft licks, you placed him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks in the process.

your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, while toji’s hand still rubbed your ass—even slipping beneath your gown and rubbing at your clothed pussy. alternating between his thumb motioning in circles or up and down on your clit. the feeling of your slickness through your cotton panties made him feel like he could burst any moment. he hated drunk sex for that very reason—just touching you could make him finish.

toji is unusually quiet, usually he’ll say things to praise or tease you, but nothing. moving your eyes to look upward, you realize the moonlight illuminated some of his features. his eyes were narrowed and teeth catching his bottom lip. it’s as if he’s holding back verbally.

taking him fully out of your mouth, your tongue slowly licked from underside of his tip to the slit—one hand still stroked him. the hard slap on your ass showed he wasn’t happy with your teasing, his palm rubbed the surface to soothe the pain of the slap, before moving to pull your panties to the side—rubbing at your bare slick folds.

continuing your oral pleasure, the room was filled with “gluck-gluck-gluck” each second. you took him as deeply as you could and toji began shifting his legs—his toes curled ever so slightly. the feeling of his fingers slipping into you made you moan around him—feeling the vibrations elicited a gruntled moan from him.

his large fingers quickly pumped in and out of you—hitting your g-spot with each thrust. his cock in your mouth muffled the scream as you met your high— for the first time ever, the sound of repeated moans caught your attention. “ngh—baby, feels so goddamn good, about to—shit!” the alcohol pulsing through his veins had him even more sensitive to your touch. before you could even process it—warms spurts of salty seed filled your mouth.

toji’s thighs trembled and he shakily removed his fingers from you, you also removed yourself from him. once the thought of toji being a fucking writhing mess finally settled in, you bit your lip in an attempt to not laugh. toji stilled before rolling his eyes.

“don’t ever try bringing this up…in any way.”

pls don’t shoot me but i still haven’t finished the sukuna one due to a creative block. this story was quickly written today and wasn’t really proofread.

#jjk x you #jujustu kaisen #jjk fluff #toji fushiguro x you #toji x y/n #toji smut #toji x you

‘drunk in love’

synopsis—toji comes home after a night out drinking with shiu. the alcohol pulsing within him has him more horny and sensitive than normal.

cw: oral (masc receiving), ass slapping, bean rubbing, cum, cum , and cum, male moaning, cum in throat, fingering, alcohol, intoxication, more cum, cum, and cum. (not proofread, shorter smut)

his breathing became faster as your hand inched lower, slipping underneath his boxers—you gripped him tightly. somehow it turned you on even more feeling his smooth, hard cock in your hands. your thumb swiped over his tip and you could feel warm pre-cum smear across it.

your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, while toji’s hand still rubbed your ass—even slipping beneath your gown and rubbing at your clothed pussy. alternating between his thumb motioning in circles or up and down on your clit. the feeling of your slickness through your cotton panties made him feel like he could burst any moment. he hated drunk sex for that very reason—just touching you could make him finish.

his large fingers quickly pumped in and out of you—hitting your g-spot with each thrust. his cock in your mouth muffled the scream as you met your high— for the first time ever, the sound of repeated moans caught your attention. “ngh—baby, feels so goddamn good, about to—fuck!” the alcohol pulsing through his veins had him even more sensitive to your touch. before you could even process it—warms spurts of salty seed filled your mouth.

“don’t ever try bringing this up…in any way.”

pls don’t shoot me but i still haven’t finished the sukuna one due to a creative block. this story was quickly written today and wasn’t really proofread.

#jjk smut #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #toji smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jjk fanfic #smut #toji zenin #toji fushiguro x you #toji x y/n #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x you #jjk toji #toji x reader #jjk toji smut #jujutsu kaisen toji

strawberrystepmom

ready to eat

pairing: Yami Sukehiro x F!Noble Reader

word count: 4.9k

contents: NSFW - minors and ageless blogs dni, I will hard block you. Takes place in canon universe, there is a slight age/experience difference insinuated between the pairing but reader is at least 25, reader has named magical ability (movement magic), so much banter, oral sex (f receiving and finishing and it's sexy)

cw: mentions of marriage and misogyny, virginity (reader is a virgin)

notes: brain rot has proven to be fatal so here you are. this is open ended and i would not consider it a oneshot bc i'd love to write more about these two. hope you enjoy! thank you for reading ♡ | crossposted to ao3, divider by @cafekitsune

you can find more about these two here, here, here and here 🖤

Nighttime is your time, a lesson you taught yourself independent of your instructors many years ago.

Movement magic allows you the luxury of blending in with your scenery, rushing unseen toward a capital district that is on the opposite end of where your family has made their name. Nobody here would recognize you even if you were less discreet, cloak gathered around your face and obscuring any unidentifiable features, and the freedom is indescribable; better than every sunny day or freshly made tea dessert.

You are free to be yourself. Unmarried, unattached, unimportant, it doesn’t matter. You stumble into the usual inn you make your domain until the sun rises, ready to watch the way people you have little in common with live. If anyone knew you’d get reprimanded, probably rightfully, though you have never quite understood the scandal that lies in being a well informed woman. Your mother was a gossip and isn’t that another way to become informed?

It’s society's acceptable way, anyway.

You slink into the corner table, away from the crowd gathered nearer the bar, and slip your hood off of your face. No glances of recognition from anyone else, too engrossed in their own drinks and their own conversations, and you sink down against the back of the chair you’re sitting in. It’s nice to be anonymous, you decided months ago when you began doing this. You aren’t certain you want to continue being so inconspicuous when you remind yourself why you’ve been doing this to begin with - to gain even the slightest bit of the life experience that continues to elude you. To love and laugh and feel joy that you’ve been told only comes with marriage, something you are too apprehensive about committing to.

It’s why you come namelessly into a district that does not belong to you or your kind. You hope that someone will find you interesting, a beaten path off their life’s track. Someone to laugh with or tell stories to. It’s all you’ve ever really wanted, a romantic to your core despite the decidedly unromantic life you lead. Caretaking, getting earfuls from your father about being a responsibility that the family no longer wants to have when taking your age and failed proposals into consideration. So lost in your own thoughts, you barely notice when a man slides into the chair next to you, glancing down at your hands and then at your face.

“You need to stop wearing whatever is making you smell like that.”

The interruption to your quiet evening makes you jump, no longer dissociating and now in the present. You recognize the man sitting next to you, a captain of a Magic Knights squad. Their faces are plastered all over the capital and you’re shocked that he stumbled into such a low brow establishment though getting a look at him up close convinces you that he may not be in the entirely wrong spot.

“Captain Sukehiro,” you offer politely, formal as ever. “I regret having to request clarification from a man as esteemed as yourself but what do you mean?”

The captain snorts, shaking his head in response to you as though your manners are piteous instead of a courtesy that should be extended to all.

“Don’t call me that, Yami is fine.” He sniffs, stuffing a cigarette between his lips. “I’m talking about the shit you’re wearing that is filling every corner of this place. People don’t wear things that make them smell like bakeries around here.”

Scrunching your nose, you lift your wrist to your nose for a sniff. He’s referencing the perfume you spritzed on after bathing and the way it sticks to you, the smell wafting around the table with every move you make. It hasn’t caught any eyes yet, thankfully, but he can see how this will end if you don’t correct your mistake now.

“What are you doing around here anyway? I figured women of your, uh, breed or whatever stuck to their own districts.”

Bristling slightly at his insinuation that you find yourself too good to hang out here, you square your shoulders and clear your throat. A low chuckle rumbles in Yami while he lights his cigarette, raising his brows and eagerly awaiting whatever argument you are clearly cooking up in that little head of yours.

“I’ll have you know that I enjoy exploring parts of the city that I rarely see. I am out here thanks to my own curiosity.” Your eyes shift from Yami toward the rest of the tavern, a small smile on your face watching the patrons laugh amongst themselves. “I think it’s really wonderful that people are happy no matter how they were born into this world and I’m thankful to be able to experience this side of life too.”

The captain could spend all night laughing at your naivety if you’d let him but he doesn’t wanna let you dig any deeper of a hole than you’re already finding yourself in. You’re clearly a fully grown woman, even the doll-like roundness of your eyes and cheeks can’t convince him you’re under 25 judging from the way you carry yourself. You aren’t the first noble girl he has ever seen sneak off in an attempt to find herself yet it strikes him as hilarious you clearly believe it.

“So you aren’t like the other nobles? You see people as people?” The brusque individual takes a long drink from the mug in his hand, Adam’s apple bobbing while he swallows, your eyes fixed on the sheer size of his neck and throat. “What do you want? A prize?”

Even the enticing muscles of his body (how can one person have so many muscles bulging off of them anyway?) cannot distract enough to forget that he’s insulting you. You place your hands in your lap and fiddle with the edge of the cloak that covers the simple nightgown you are wearing, covering it enough that no one is suspicious about why you’re wearing nightclothes in the first place.

“No, I’m simply telling you what I’m doing here because you asked.”

Sipping from his mug, the man glances you up and down. He swallows and squares his shoulders.

“Okay? That still doesn’t tell me what you’re actually doing here, you’re only talking about feelings and shit.” Another sip and he places his ale down. “So what are you doing here? Isn’t it a little late for your type to be out with the rest of us?”

hellservant666

god, this was perfection

sadisticslut666

Who’s got the biggest dick? Foursome w/ Higuruma, Nanami & Kusakabe

cw: explicit, M/M/M/F foursome, double penetration, aphrodisiac use, three guys fighting over who gets to make you come next.

Foursome Definition: It’s the visual and physical opposite of the clean, linear Eiffel Tower: instead of a simple line, it’s a dense, sweaty, multi-layered pile where you’re in the center, completely surrounded and filled with cock from all angles at once.

It’s another Friday, 9 PM. The four of you are sprawled around Nanami’s living room—his low table covered in takeout containers, fairy lights strung up because you insisted last month it “makes the vibe less depressing.” The TV’s on some mindless action flick nobody’s watching.

You’re in the middle of the couch between a slouched Kusakabe, already on his third beer and Higuruma still clocked in reading case files. Nanami’s across from you on the armchair, still in his dress shirt.

The conversation drifts, as it always does, to dumb shit. Kusakabe smirks, holding up a small foil packet like it’s contraband. “Yo. Remember that gas station in Shinjuku? They had these honey packs behind the counter. ‘Royal Honey VIP’ or some bullshit. Said it makes you go all night.”

Higuruma doesn’t even look up. “You bought aphrodisiacs from a konbini. Classy.”

“Four of ’em,” Kusakabe says proudly, tossing packets to each of you. “One for everybody. C’monn I just wanna see if it even does anything, but I doubt it will. Might as well test the theory.”

sadisticslut666

Best friends brother and he’s 6’foot 3

cw: explicit, creampie, your best friends older brother toji is so hot and sooo not into you. His little sisters friend? yeah, as if.

The door to the shared bathroom swings open without a knock, and there he is—Toji Fushiguro, your best friend’s older brother, in all his unfairly hot glory.

He freezes for half a second when he sees you standing there completely naked in the middle of the bathroom, phone still in your hand, skin still flushed and dewy from the shower. Your ex’s breakup text is still glowing on the screen.

His green eyes flick down instantly, immediately checking out your exposed wet tits and pussy. You’re standing there completely naked in the middle of his shared bathroom.

“Shit—” you hiss, scrambling for the towel on the counter. In your panic you drop your phone. It clatters across the tile floor, right toward his bare feet. He bends down, picks it up with one large hand, and straightens up while you’re still frantically wrapping the towel around your body, heart hammering.

He glances at the screen as his eyebrow arches slowly, almost mockingly. “‘It’s not you, it’s me. I just think we should see other people.’ Damn,” he reads aloud, voice laced with dry amusement. “That’s rough. Right after you washed your ass for him? That must fuckin’ suck.”

He doesn’t hand the phone back right away. Instead he leans against the doorframe, arms crossing over his chest, making his biceps flex under the thin fabric of his shirt. Those green eyes drag over you again, slower this time, like he’s sizing up exactly what just got dumped.

You yank the towel tighter around your chest and glare at him. “Give me my phone back, Toji. And get the fuck out. The door was closed for a reason.”

ccrisaunt

toji posing for you after his workout during his bulk

hellservant666

DADAMAN

#jjk smut #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #toji zenin #fushiguro toji

sadisticslut666

The Frat Boy Next Door

cw: explicit, nudity, alcohol use, stupid frat boy!Toji can’t control his cock around you.

You’d always heard that college was full of unexpected adventures—late-night cramming, wild parties, and the occasional hookup. But nothing prepared you to be fresh out of the shower, locked out of your dorm room in nothing but a flimsy towel, with the universe deciding to throw Toji Fushiguro—your insufferable, cocky frat-boy neighbor—right in your face.

You knock hard, hoping your roommate miraculously isn’t at her boyfriend’s. Nothing. The hallway is dead quiet except for muffled bass leaking from somewhere down the block from frat row.

Great. Just great.

You’re weighing the humiliation of marching to the front desk like this when heavy footsteps round the corner from the stairwell.

Of course it’s him.

Toji Fushiguro—6’0” of pure frat-boy arrogance—struts into view wearing low gray sweats that hang dangerously on his hips, a black tank stretched across his chest, black hair still damp and messy from his own shower and a six-pack dangling loosely from his hands.

His eyes light up the second he sees you. From bare legs to towel knot to the death glare you’re already leveling at him. “Well fuck me,” he drawls, stopping way too close. “If this isn’t the best thing I’ve seen all semester.”

sadisticslut666

Never Fuck The Frat Boy Next Door

cw: explicit, condom-use, Frat boy!Toji’s ex shows up then he fucks u to make it up to u. chap 1

You wake up to a relentless banging on the door rattling the dorm walls. Toji is completely passed out next to you—his big, warm body pressed right up against yours, one heavy arm slung over your waist. He’s out cold, snoring loudly through the knocks. The banging doesn’t stop, and then a shrill girl’s voice cuts through the wood: “FUSHIGURO! OPEN THE FUCK UP!”

Oh no. No, no, no.

You try shoving his shoulder, whispering harshly, “Toji—wake up, idiot,” but he just grunts, rolls heavier into you, and snores even louder. The banging keeps going. God, how is this man still asleep? A bomb could drop and he’d probably keep dreaming. It’s 3 in the fucking morning. What the hell is wrong with this bitch?

The screeching continues, “FUSHIGURO, IF YOU DON’T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR I PROMISE I’LL LEAK ALL THOSE NUDES YOU SENT ME AND—”

You lie there frozen for another few seconds, debating. Get up and answer it? Hope she just goes away? She doesn’t. The pounding gets louder, the knob rattling like she’s about to kick the damn thing down. “FUSHIGURO, I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKIN’ IN THERE! OPEN THIS SHIT UP!”

Fuck. Fuck. Clearly the only way past this is to handle it yourself. You could tell her he’s asleep and maybe she’d come back later—but judging by the psycho out there, that’s a hard no. Or she sees you and just… leaves? Yeah, right. Whatever. You try one last desperate shove at Toji’s ribs; he swats your hand away like a fly and keeps snoring.

Fine.

You slide out from under his arm, the king bed dipping as you stand. His oversized hoodie hangs off one shoulder, the black sweats you stole rolled at the waist, and your hair’s a wild mess from sleep. Your bare feet pad across the cold floor, the second you twisted the knob and cracked the door open, the yelling cut off mid-screech.

shiu allowing toji to fuck his wife

cw mdni (18+): cuck kink, rough sex, oral (m), doggy style, cum, cum, and cum, dirty talk, creampie, mentions of bruising

shiu had suspicions something was off. he’d notice the way you would twirl your hair or bite your lip when toji was around. always flashing him a smile that was too wide or laughing at the stupidest jokes. he tried to ignore it, he even tried convincing himself that he was wrong—but one day, when you walked out in the shortest shorts, wearing a top that hugged your breasts perfectly, his suspicions were confirmed. shiu watched as toji repeatedly glanced at your ass when you bent over to pick something up. shiu wasn’t mad, he wasn’t jealous, it made him realize something deep inside—it would really turn him on to see you get fucked by another guy. especially his best friend.

during the beginning stages of your marriage, he’d be totally opposed to the idea, he couldn’t believe he even considered it—but the fantasy of his wife being pounded in front of him had his cock throbbing. eventually, he informed you about his kink. both you and toji immediately agreed to it.

“fuck, baby—you’re taking him so well.” shiu sat in the corner, fist slowly pumping his cock—his eyes were latched onto the sight of toji fucking you doggy style on the hotel bed. he was painfully hard, throbbing and balls so tight—beads of pre-cum leaked down his shaft.

“ah—fuck! mmf’ feels so good!” you slurred out, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, and your damp hair covered parts of your forehead. toji’s thrusts were rough to say the least. one of his hands rubbed your clit while the other wrapped tightly around your throat. his body weight slightly crushed you and that had you panting for air, adding to the pleasure. it felt as if his cock was made for you, the curve of it hit your sweet spot each minute. with each thrust your juices flowed out of you. squirt dribbled down your trembling thighs.

“look at him, look at your husband while i fuck you” toji grunted out, he removed his hands from your clit and throat—now tightly gripping your hair, forcing you to look at shiu. your face was covered with runny mascara, tears, and saliva. shiu groaned at the sight, speeding his strokes. “shit—should’ve done this sooner” shiu jerked his hips forward, tightening his grip on his throbbing member.

“toji—m’ gonna cum—shit!” throwing your head back, you tightly closed your eyes and dropped your jaw—if possible, even more squirt gushed out of you. toji grunted loudly feeling you squeeze around him. “damn, shiu. she’s fucking wonderful, not gonna last long.” toji’s thrusts felt more sloppy, showing he was close. shiu stood from the chair and hovered over you—his cock brushed against your lips and you greedily licked the salty pre-cum on his tip.

wrapping your lips around his member, you hollowed your cheeks, your teary eyes looked up at him. “fuck—gonna come in that filthy mouth, baby.” shiu held your head down and you felt his seed shoot down your throat. gagging and coughing around him, he slipped his cock out your mouth—you quickly swallowed. toji’s grip on your hips became tight and you felt as hot seed shoot into you. “fuck” toji rasped out, he stilled for a moment before pulling himself out.

“good job, baby. maybe we should do this more often.” shiu would lean down and softly peck your lips. toji helped you stand up, your legs wobbled slightly. “fuck—i’m sorry if i was too rough.” toji would say as he examined the bruises and red marks on your body. you shrugged, “i have no issues with it, in fact, maybe we should all go for round two?”

an: quickly wrote this today with a gnarly fucking concussion so i apologize. im still editing the sukuna porn star fic, pls be patient with me lmfao.

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hellservant666

experienced pornstar toji x amateur pornstar reader

synopsis: you happen catch the eye of the legendary porn star, toji fushiguro, and he wants to shoot a video with you. he’s suppose to be giving you oral, but the roles are quickly reversed

cw: (mdni, 18+) oral sex (fem and masc receiving), hair pulling, praise kink, dry humping, unexpected groping(?), cum, cum, and cum. age gap, dirty talk, slight degrading(?), forced eye contact, toji is in late 40s, reader is early 20s (word count: 1.6k)

toji fushiguro is a man with a huge reputation in the porn industry. not only is he known for his huge dick, heavy balls, and large god-like muscular body—but he’s also known for being in the industry for nearly two decades. with the ability to make any women finish with just the tip of his finger—he became well loved and cherished. so when your manager told you he wanted to do a video with you—your jaw dropped. you’re new to the industry and a legend like him specifically picking you out was an intense feeling.

the video would mainly consist of him getting you off by oral, no penetrative sex at all—and you were perfectly fine with that. just the thought of being around the man was good enough, you’ve masturbated to many of his videos and now was your chance to finally got to meet him in person. you watched anxiously as he walked onto set—shirtless but with low sweats on. toji’s aura was insane, nearly everyone’s head turned when he walked past and he looked so much larger in person. glancing down, you could see the outline of his semi-hard cock bouncing, his large tip was the most prominent.

he looked up, spotting you sitting on the bed. you were completely naked. though he hadn’t even touched you at all, you were already fucking dripping. looking at your small and timid frame, his lips curled into a knowing smirk. he’s seen that expression on many newbies, it never fails to turn him on even more.

“okay fushiguro—close up shot, pussy eating, just do what you do best. try not to get in the way too much. her pussy will likely be the reason the video gets a lot of clicks.” the director joked and toji gave a nod. “yeah, that’s the reason i chose her—she’s breathtaking, but also a newbie. i’ll go easy on her.” toji turned to look at you.

“not too easy, fushiguro. keep that view count in mind—anyways get over there and get ready.”

“name’s toji, you’re y/n, right?” his voice nearly had your thighs trembling. “y-yeah.” your answer was short and straight to the point answer—it truly showed how nervous you were and toji caught onto that. “no need to be nervous, let me know if it becomes too much and we can stop. plus—i’ve seen your video with satoru, so i’m sure you’ll do fine.” his scarred lip curved upward and your eyes widened for a split second. you gave him a short nod in response.

he moved onto to the bed, and that prompted you to lay onto your back. he positioned himself comfortably between your thighs and got the cue to start. toji moved his head in a way that the camera view was situated partially under his chin but the viewers could still see your entire pussy.

“fushiguro—move a bit more to the left.” the director called out, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it. toji grunted “damn it shiu, just lemme do my job.” and followed the order. “perfect. now continue.”

your folds were covered with arousal and clenching around nothing. spreading your legs wider, he blew on your folds before slowly dragging his tongue from your entrance to clit. your breathing grew louder as he gave your clit small kitten licks.

“look at me, watch as i eat your pussy" his voice was low and husky. with your eyes narrowed and fluttering each second, you leaned up, glancing down at him. "good girl.”

he focused his attention back onto your clit, licking and circling his tongue around it. his large fingers rubbed up and down your slit—collected your dripping juices, before pushing inside—pumping in and out. not too rough, not too soft. toji’s fingers were so big it stung a bit feeling him stretch you out. his tongue continued to work at your upper folds, licking the arousal from your outer labia—he even briefly and softly sucked on your inner labia as well.

you tried grinding your hips against him—but one hand firmly kept you in place. toji sped his movement and fingers. this time wrapping his lips around your pearl and sucking roughly. his eyes darkened as he watched you the entire time gauging your reaction.

“o-oh god!” you threw your head back and clutched your hands into his black locs. his hummed against you, sending vibrations throughout your body. squelching noises, your moans, and sucking sounds filled the room. “t-toji—mmf’ feels s’ good!”

toji felt his cock twitch, he grinded his hips against the bed to add friction to his aching member. a patch of pre-cum stained the grey sweats. the bullying of your cunt continued, his mouth roughly sucking and his hand fingering. making a ‘pop’ noise when he removed his mouth from your swollen and puffy clit. “fucking hell, look at that pussy—,” he spread your cunt, spitting on it.

“—looks so fucking pretty like this.” his thumb rubbed the spit onto your clit slowly. “you like older men like me tongue fucking you?” toji rasped out. all you could do is moan in return and he added pressure to his thumb on your clit. “give me an answer, pretty girl, use that mouth.”

“fuck yes! m’ love it so fucking much.” toji’s eyes intently focused on his fingers pumping you full. a part of toji’s chin was covered with you and some of his saliva. removing his thumb and continuing his oral pleasure, his tongue quickly flicked over your nub, fingers curled and hitting your g-spot. the pleasure kept building and building and eventually the knot snapped.

you gushed around his fingers and face—hips snapping forward, thighs clenched tightly around his head. “fuck—s’ good! feels so—!” your brain couldn’t form a thought at all. toes curled, head and eyes rolled back. your orgasm washed over you and it’s one of the best you’ve ever had. toji removed his mouth and fingers and moved back enough so the camera could get a good view. your clit and folds looked so puffy and wet. everything was throbbing and squirt dribbled down your ass.

“good job fushiguro and y/n! great orgasm, great shot!” workers from set walked over handing the both of you water and towels—with shaky hands you took it. you watched as toji wiped down his face and chin. your eyes drifted from his face down to his crotch area. he was so turned on the sweats lifted up from his erection and you took notice to the wet blotchy-near-his crotch sweats. he looked painfully hard.

without even thinking your hands immediately grabbed his hard-on through his sweats. he didn’t protest at all—a hiss mixed with a groan left his mouth. “woah!—y/n, you gonna suck toji off? get those cameras rolling again!” the director spoke, he pulled out another cigarette. “wasn’t expecting you to do this—but i’m not against it.” toji grunted through his teeth.

kneeling in front of him, you slowly pulled his sweats down—his length immediately slapped onto his stomach. everything was trimmed perfectly down there and holding his cock in your hands you were amazed. besides satoru gojo—toji had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. it had veins running along it and he was so big that your fingers could hardly wrap around it. the tip was dark red and a small beads of pre-cum leaked from it.

you licked from his balls up his shaft, swirling your tongue around his tip. toji let out a groan, both hands gripping your hair. you gave his tip a few more licks, slapping his length onto your tongue before wrapping your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks. you tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and let out a moan around him. salvia dripped from your chin down to your throat and breast—your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“fuck—you’re doing great. not gonna last—so fucking hard” he breathed out, bobbing your head up and down causing you to make slight gagging noises with each stroke. “eyes up here, look at how good you’re making me feel.” toji wrapped his hands around your hair, snatching your head away from his throbbing erection. a strand of spit connected from your lips to his cock that bobbed in the air. you inhaled sharply taking in any breath you could. toji quickly stroke himself, tightening his grip each time his hand reached his tip. tightly gripping your hair, toji bent your head back, forcing you to look up at him.

“gonna paint that pretty face, baby. stick out your tongue”toji’s hips slowly swayed back and forth, muscles and balls becoming taut as his seed sprayed all over your face and some on your chest. you had to blink your eye closed in order for it not to get in.

“fuckk yeah—such a good fucking slut.” his hips jerked slightly as he came down from his orgasm. letting go of the grip on your hair, he grabbed the towel sitting on the bed and handed it to you. you quickly wiped yourself clean and toji helped you stand up. “glad she sucked you off, the viewers will love it!” the director finished up his cigarette, putting it out.

“i really enjoyed working with you toji, hopefully in the future we have more scenes together.” you gave him a smile and in return he gave a smirk.

“hopefully? you had me so hard i was fucking throbbing— it’s definitely going to happen, maybe even a threesome next time.” he winked.

the video ended up going mega-viral on pornhub and many other famous men in the industry wanted a bite of you. your manager informed you that a tatted man named ryomen sukuna wanted dibs on you next, will you answer that call?

a/n: no but seriously; will you answer it? i’ll write a sukuna one, maybe?

#jjk fanfic #jjk x you #toji fushiguro x you #toji x you #toji smut #fushiguro toji #toji zenin smut

experienced pornstar toji x amateur pornstar reader

synopsis: you happen catch the eye of the legendary porn star, toji fushiguro, and he wants to shoot a video with you. he’s suppose to be giving you oral, but the roles are quickly reversed

“not too easy, fushiguro. keep that view count in mind—anyways get over there and get ready.”

“name’s toji, you’re y/n, right?” his voice nearly had your thighs trembling. “y-yeah.” your answer was short and straight to the point—it truly showed how nervous you were and toji caught onto that. “no need to be nervous, let me know if it becomes too much and we can stop. plus—i’ve seen your video with satoru, so i’m sure you’ll do fine.” his scarred lip curved upward and your eyes widened for a split second. you gave him a short nod in response.

“look at me, watch as i eat your pussy" his voice was low and husky. with your eyes narrowed and fluttering each second, you leaned up, glancing down at him. "good girl.”

“i really enjoyed working with you toji, hopefully in the future we have more scenes together.” you gave him a smile and in return he gave a smirk.

“hopefully? you had me so hard i was fucking throbbing— it’s definitely going to happen, maybe even a threesome next time.” he winked.

a/n: no but seriously; will you answer it? i’ll write a sukuna one, maybe?

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jotaros-next-ex-wife

being jotaro's first fuck since the divorce has his brain on autopilot from the frustration of finally feeling good pussy for the first time in ages.

his tongue had to be pulled away from your cunt after the overstimulation got too intense. poor guy, he just really missed the taste of a woman and got lost in it:(

the way jotaro moves his hips while deep inside you deserves to be studied as an art form. he almost starts drooling when your eyes roll upwards after a particularly rough thrust.

and what's best is that you're so eager for him- praising his body and the way he makes you come undone. he can't remember the last time someone made him feel this way. jotaro has never been the type to make noises during sex, but this time he's so vocal it's nearly pornographic.

bluukive-deactivated20260523

▶ ʜᴇʟᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴏɴ!

── sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs :: you try getting off to porn one day, but are cut short by two nuisances interrupting you. Under their watchful eyes, you quit masturbation — but what happens when you become too pent up to handle? (5.4k words)

── ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ :: Angel!Gojo x Devil!Sukuna (true-form) x fem!reader, f.masturbation, porn watching, voyeurism(?), threesome, Sukugo action, double penetration, oral (f + m receiving), deepthroating, throat bulge, spitroasting, piv sex, anal sex, cumming inside

ᴀᴄ :: ryoza_za + hhuanhe_

The thing about having an overactive imagination was the fact you needed virtually no visual stimulation to get yourself off. All you had to do was lie there, conjure up the image of hands running down your body, and you were good to go.

But curiosity took a hold of you one day.

What if you were to … watch porn for once?

gojosconsort

mdni. suguru volunteers to models for your art class and you didn’t expect him to have such a perfect dick.

you fidget with the edge of your sketchbook in the empty studio. the room smells like turpentine and charcoal, familiar and safe, but right now your stomach is doing flips.

suguru leans against the table across from you, arms crossed, long black hair loose over one shoulder. he’s wearing a loose white shirt and gray sweats that hang low on his hips, and even fully clothed he looks like something you’d spend hours trying (and failing) to draw right.

“so,” he says. “you need a model for anatomy homework?”

you nod too fast, cheeks already warm. “yeah. um. life drawing. nude. if—if that’s okay. i mean, you can totally say no, it’s super weird to ask your friend to just—”

“relax,” he cuts in gently, pushing off the table. “i said yes, didn’t i?”

you swallow. he did say yes, casually, over coffee yesterday, like it was nothing. but now that it’s real, your heart is hammering.

he steps onto the low platform in the center of the room, kicks off his slides, and grabs the hem of his shirt. you’re supposed to be professional—this is art school, you’ve seen naked models before—but this is suguru. your suguru. the one who sits beside you in figure drawing, who shares his fancy pencils when yours break, who always smells faintly of sandalwood and clove cigarettes.

he pulls the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, tosses it aside. the light hits his chest perfectly—lean muscle, defined but not bulky, the long line of his torso tapering to narrow hips. a thin happy trail disappears under the waistband of his sweats. your mouth goes dry.

he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and pauses, one brow raised. “you sure you’re good? you’re already blushing.”

“i’m fine,” you lie. you flip open your sketchbook too fast, pages flapping. he smirks, but doesn’t call you out. instead he pushes the sweats down, steps out of them, and straightens.

oh god.

Can you please do a Pt 2 to it’s too late for you and i please my heart can’t take the ending 🫩💔

of course!! thank you so much for reading my work! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

kamiflix

▶︎︎ Dollhouse (starring . Toji Fushiguro & Jin Itadori)

synopsis . In which you’re the neighborhood babysitter who’s caught the attention of the neighborhood's hottest dilfs. When Toji can’t afford to pay you, Jin steps in to save the day with an offer that pulls all three of you together for a night. content . afab!reader, size kink, manhandling, threesome, heavy tension, spitting, fiiiiilth, perversion, finger sucking, men flirting, breeding kink(s), implied age gap—they’re older (yuji & megumi are kids), lotsss of oral sex, slight humiliation, mentions of panty stealing, tojikuna sneak (i can’t help myself), double penetration, pussy slapping, lots of dirty talk (they’re both nasty with it), overstim, dumbification, general mentions of sukuna, petnames, surprise ending (as always), almost & eventually getting caught, fluff if you read this with ur eyes closed, "hints" of jin x toji, etc.

word count . 8.6k | author's note: art from here—ive had this in my drafts ever since i set my eyes on tht art btw. this fic goes out to my lovers @uhnosav & @fricks since ik this was most anticipated by you both <3

You were never the strongest person when it came on to hot older men—a fact of which you'd come to terms with long before you started babysitting the children of said hot older men.

And yet, for some reason, Toji Fushiguro was finding utmost difficulty in convincing you to do one little favor for him.

Now, being one—out of two—of your neighborhood's most desired single fathers, Toji thought this conversation with you would go far smoother than it was currently playing out. Perhaps it was his own ego that deluded him to this point or your persistent stubbornness but, either way, he wasn't asking you for that much.

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