☀︎ SATORU GOJO is the only person who could fuck you mid-argument.
i mean, one moment, you're complaining about how close he was to a girl today.
something about how he let her flirt with him 'without having the decency and respect' to tell her that he was beautifully taken by a beautiful girl.
something about how you always (not true) have to tell girls that your precious boyfriend is taken while he sits there and does nothing (also not true).
another moment, you're bent over, trying to whine about how much of a piece of shit he is while he dicks you down, half apologetic, half amused. amused at the fact that you even had the courage to talk to him the way you had.
"sorry, baby," he says, but you're not sure if he's talking to you, or the pussy he was submured in, because hell, it was definitely talking to him. "'m really sorry... 'kay?"
he's whispering in your ear, but you can't seem to comprehend a word he's saying. the dick's too good.
he grabs your jaw with one hand, and grips the sheets with another, his chest warm against your back.
every thrust forces a moan from your throat, but you can't quite talk.
not like he wanted you to, anyway. you'd done enough of that.
"i didn't mean to make you jealous, baby," his brows furrow as he looks down at you with those blue eyes that you love so fucking much. "you're– you're the best, i swear, my– fuckkk,"
he pushes his upper half away from you, letting go of your jaw and moving his large hands down to your ass.
squeezing it, his thrusts slow down, and it makes him smirk.
the sight of his dick easingggg in and out of you? he loves that shit.
you? you're still whining and trying your best to shit-talk. satoru knows you can't. you never can when he's fucking you this good.
and there's never a time where he's not fucking you this good.
"f–fuck you," you finally push out, knuckles aching from the grip you had on the sheets.
"you can, baby," he grins, moving a hand up your back. "i promise, only you can." he almost whispers, but he knows you can hear it.
arranged marriage w/ naoya starring toji
𝐜𝐰: mdni. 18+ dirty, filthy, hopin' dick smut. 𝐰𝐜: 1358
Naoya, if anything, is prideful.
So when, during your first meeting, you huffed under your breath that you doubted a smug little worm like him could make you cum, he had to prove you wrong.
What Naoya didn't expect was that asking his cousin Toji to give him some pointers for his wedding night would turn into a full, hands-on demonstration.
"AYE! Ya seein' this?" Toji barks, sweat dripping from his brow as his hips slam into you, his thick cock punching into your guts for the umpteenth time.
Noaya nods dumbly, blinking down at you.
Sprawled out beneath Toji, your legs shaking, a mess of drool and smeared lipstick as you mewl uncontrollably. Bleary eyes fluttering, only the whites visible as your pupils remain lodged in your skull.
Naoya is utterly mesmerized by how just a few rough strokes turned your haughty remarks into slack-jawed moans.
From defiant brat to complacent dripping slut in mere seconds.
Naoya's own sweat slicked palms hold your trembling ankles up, spreading you wide for Toji's access and also wide enough so he can see a bird’s eye view of everything—and fuck, was your slutty cunt a delectable sight—you'd make him such a good wife by how obediently your swollen, weepy pussy clings to Toji's cock training you. Your hungry pussy so greedily sucking Toji back in the second his thrusts have him pulling out.
"The bitchy ones are the messiest—remember that for next time, kid. Gotta have a towel ready f'er 'em." Toji says it like an afterthought, although it's too late now, your sticky drool, squirt and probably piss too is practically everywhere.
Toji hoped you weren't thinking about passing down that pretty wedding kimono of yours as it's thoroughly stained with your creamy juices gushing down the crack of your ass in a vulgar mixture along with his nut.
Fuck—he probably shouldn't have cum in you so much but as long as you had a Zenin, Toji knew his family really didn't care whose it was. Thankfully too, he knew Naoya would be more than happy to raise it regardless, heh, he looked up to him so much the chump might even love it more if it was his.
“Look here ” Toji mutters, smirking. “Even y'er runt ass can do this.”
Reeling his head back, Toji hawks and spits a thick loogie right onto your swollen clit, smearing it in as your slutty button throbs beneath the weight of his hand.
“She’s already a fuckin’ fountain, but you can never get it too wet. Gives it a gud sting when ya—” Toji slaps your puffy clit hard. "—do this."
You twitch violently, your hips bucking up but Toji's powerful thrusts jackhammering into your cunt quickly fuck them back down to the floor.
The flood of sensation has your tears finally breaking, running down your pretty cheeks, further ruining your bridal make-up to match the fucked out state of the rest of your body.
Although Naoya, for what it's worth, thinks you've never looked more perfect for him. Ruined. Compliant. Just how he expects his future wife to be for him and he is eagerly soaking up all of Toji's notes, watching your every reaction so he could do it, and do it better.
He'd have all the time in the world to break you all on his own.
Naoya had always been a quick learner and you'd be his after this.
"Stop daydreamin' ya cuck!" Toji growls out, "Now just look at the way them cute lil’ tooties curl, fuckin' slut. She can't get enough. Bet she'd squirt if ya sucked on em a lil’ too."
The butt of Toji's heavy palm comes down on your clit again, harder this time, a squishy audible 'SMACK' echoing off the walls as Naoya's tongue experimentally slips between your manicured toes.
"NRGHH! PUHLLEEASEE!" you cry desperately, thinking you just might go crazy from the pleasure.
One of your hands pushes against Toji’s chest, the other scrambles for Naoya’s thigh as if begging for mercy from the overwhelming assault on your pussy and feet. It's too much, too good, too humiliating all at once and you think you just might die from it all.
“Heh, yeah,” Toji snorts. “A lil' runner like ‘er definitely feelin’ it now. But she's y'er wifey, so ya gotta teach her to take it.”
Toji's dick slams into your womb for emphasis, your choked moans dribbling over your lips, coalescing with tears and spittle as the men above you turn you into the pathetic little mess they desired you to be.
Your mind finally blanks, overwhelmed with the one lingering thought of—
What kind of den of devils did you walk into by marrying into the Zenin clan?
In turn, Naoya’s nearly at his limit too.
You look so beautifully fucked out—eyes glassy, mouth parted, legs trembling—and he can still taste you on his lips. A hint of salt from your toes and the sweetness from the squirt that hit his face earlier still lingering on his tongue.
He never thought merely watching you get destroyed would turn him on this much.
But he can’t take it anymore. Jaw clenched, one hand starts to slip from your ankle, reaching down toward his waistband—
"Fuck ya doing, boy? Nuh-uh, none of that shit."
Toji snaps, his senses from heavenly restriction alone alerted him but he's not even looking up either to confirm it.
He's also too entranced by the way your body is falling apart underneath him. Following the sight line of his visible dick print pounding into your tummy up to the view of the sweat bouncing off your cute bitten up tiddies. More drops flying off the harder he ruts into you, room filling with the intoxicating musk of your well fucked-out cunt.
“Better not catch ya tryin' to stroke that lil’ pecker while I’m graciously givin’ ya a lesson. This is about her pleasure. Watch and learn, runt.”
Toji groans through his teeth as his thrusts start to falter, becoming heavier and more erratic. Something deep in his balls tells him this next load will knock you up for sure, but he doesn’t even consider pulling out. Hell, if he did put one in you he'd have the perfect excuse to keep fucking your pretty pussy after this too right up until it finished cookin’ in ya.
But, you are Naoya's wife, after all. Toji thinks his cousin has been a good student up until this point, Toji would throw him a lil' bone for his patience, he supposes.
"...tsk, hold her right ya lil' cuck and I might let ya have first go at her ass next. Gotta get that lesson in too."
"Y-Yes, Toji-kun!" Noaya responds eagerly, swallowing thickly.
Naoya feels his dick throb painfully in his pants, resisting the urge to rut into his own thigh like a dog in heat, more excited than he expected at the prospect of getting to fuck you at the same time as Toji.
However, you just continue to whimper, thighs trembling harder as the men above you speak like you are not even in the room despite being the object of their lust as you are used like a fancy fleshlight they are breaking-in.
The threat, no—the promise—of being tag-teamed by both men makes your cunt pulse, clenching tighter around Toji’s cock, as you cum in erratic spasms of ecstacy, nearly causing Toji to bust in you. Toji is a goner regardless and his hips manage a few final pulses before another wave of vicious white paints your walls.
“Whew…” Toji exhales, chest heaving as his muscles twitch and his hips give one last lazy thrust—burying the final creamy dredges of his release deep inside you.
He pulls out with a wet pop to view, your pussy fluttering so obscenely around nothing, legs still stretched wide by Naoya’s tightening grip (who, by the look of him, is about to burst too).
With a smug grin, Toji finally locks eyes with you—addressing you directly for the first time—as he rather gently brushes a sweat-damp strand of hair from your face.
𝐚𝐧: no one save me i'm exactly where i want to be. 😇
busted this out quickly to hold y'all and myself over until i can finish incel!naoya. this was also inspired by a very unhinged conversation major shoutouts to @kamiflix for sparking this idea. NAOYA GIRLIES RISE!!!
tagging the naochan luvvers:
@yenayaps @madamechrissy @veejiez @sytorusdoll
and the haters:
@uhnosav @jaibunni 😘
𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼? then please 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 or 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! you can also join my gen. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (no tags under 2k) or contribute to the 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨$𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝.
Frat boy kuna who tries to convince you to elope with him while, you guys are finishing up college. He knows it’s not ideal for you even in the slightest but fuck he wanted to be yours so badly. Sukuna was obsessed with you, it wasn’t enough to just show you off at frat parties or tattoo your name on him all over, he needed to be your husband. He knew how important your studies were to you though, and it was no way you would stop them just to have a marriage ceremony. That’s why eloping was the next best thing for him. He spent hours looking at rings just to get you to at least consider the idea. Even a maybe was better than nothing. You guys had been in his room at the frat house when he popped the question. His large body laying on top of yours entrapping you with his warmth to cover you from the aching cold of the back to school season.
“Would you say it’s too soon for us to get married?”
“What?”
“I mean…would you? Honestly, what do you think about it?"
“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”
“I don’t joke about shit like that. I’m serious. What’s stopping us? We could just go to the courthouse and get married and not tell anyone. Then we would have one another forever.”
“You been thinking about marrying me Kuna? That’s so cute.”
“M’ being for real right now and you’re joking.”
“…”
“…”
“Well it’s not a horrible idea. Elope now and then have a big wedding when we graduate and have good jobs.”
Sukuna sat up so fast he nearly fell off the bed and had to grab on to you to steady his grip. He couldn’t believe you were actually consider it. He thought it’d be a flat out no.
“Really?”
“You gonna promise me a real big wedding later on”
“baby i'd give you the damn world if you want it. You make me so happy you know that?”
You knew it was a bad idea, you knew, hell, it was obvious that Toji's possessive ass would never let you walk out of the house in a bunny Bulma costume, yet you still pushed your luck and as your man pumps your cum clogged pussy for the fourth time on the couch, you begin to regret your life choices truly. Filthy wet sounds, pelvis slapping ass, and wrecked moans mix and ah- let’s not forget pleas and pathetic apologies.
“Please… b-baby… I- nggghhh… I’m so-”
“Shut up.” He simply responds. Breath ragged, sweat dripping down his face, and your thick plump ass in his hands as his hips piston yours in a punishing pace.
“I don’t wanna fucking hear you apologize- shiiit… take this dick and shut up.” A sharp roll of his hips proceeds to indeed make you stop talking and cry out instead. He looks at your appearance right now, your blue thighs are barely hanging on your legs, your costume ripped in half on the front door and your bunny ears somehow on the floor as well, the only thing that is ‘intact’ for now is your 20-inch turquoise wig. The moment he laid his eyes on this skimpy outfit with your titties almost all out and a black bodysuit hugging your figure tightly and especially these childbearing hips of yours, he saw red. This is why you didn’t want to tell him what the hell you wanted to wear until you had no choice but to leave? Well fuck that Halloween party.
“You really thought I would’ve let you walk out of that fucking door dressed like this? Mmh… you thought wrong mama.. You thought so fucking wrong..” The sentence is accompanied by impossibly hard thrusts as if the mere memory of what you’ve done is pissing him off even more, which you can feel in his pace and the tone of his voice. Your pussy is oozing with cum, a nasty yet highly arousing sight to see.
“The only thing you’re gonna come out with tonight is a baby in your stomach that I fucked into you.” He grunts once he feels your pussy clinging to him. Pathetic. “That’s what you wanted mama? You wanted me to breed you before leaving?”
No this isn’t true. This isn’t what you planned to do. Is it naive to think he wouldn’t fuck the audacity out of you for wearing this? Maybe. Did you think he would repeatedly ejaculate inside you? Probably. But leaving the house not only wrecked but also soon to be mom? That wasn’t on your bingo card. But you’re too fucked out, too engrossed in the way his thick cock keeps pounding your cum coated walls to even care. You nod eagerly, numbly, drunk to the pleasure he’s giving you, too blissfully unaware to realize you’ll regret not swallowing that damn Plan B once the morning sickness will hit you in a few weeks
“Yeeeeesss… oh god fuck… yes Toji… make me a mommyyyy… breed my fertile pussy…” You mewl in despair. Toji moan is so deep, so sexy that it nearly pushes you over the edge for the fifth time this evening. Your walls flutter wildly around his throbbing cock and with a last “Fuck… oh fuck.. fuuuuuck…!” He cums again, white gooey semen filling your already filled pussy, clenching tightly around his cock as your fifth orgasm hits you like a train. You cry out as your vision blurs, the force of your release leaving you a trembling mess on the couch. Somewhere in the house, your phone lightens up to reveal a new text message that will pile up on the notification box already spammed with your friends’ “Where the hell are y’all” and “Missed call from Stanky Booty🥰” not knowing that you guys just did the “How to make babies” tutorial, and you will probably redo it just for good measure.
husband!toji loves spanking you when you don't wear your ring...
truth be told, you do it on purpose. this isn't the first time he's bent you over for this reason, and it surely won't be the last.
"told you" smack! "not to" smack! "try this shit" smack! "again." smaaack! your pretty, tear covered face is pushed into the couch cushions, warm leather and toji's musk filling your nose. he's got you bent over his lap, ass high in the air, perfect for hitting.
how gravelly his voice gets when he's angry and turned on never ceases to make your panties wet. his boner is pressing into your tummy. knowing how much it turns him on when you misbehave, it's a surprise he actually expects you to listen to him.
"you know i don't like other guys hitting on you. that's my job."
'that's why i do it,' you think. you wiggle your ass at him in response, mainly because you can't use your mouth.
of course, it sets him alight (and makes his dick twitch a bit) "you think this is funny? do it again. i dare you."
everyone knows you don't say no to dares. you shake your ass again, but not without a giggle. considering the angry huff your husband let out, maybe it wasn't a good idea. you'll never know though, because he's already grabbed a fistful of your hair, strong hands yanking your head out the cushions.
the spanks that follow are unforgiving. the living room echoes with each impact, makes the flesh of your ass ripple before and after the next.
"bet this is what you want all those guys to do, huh?" you can't tell if he's saying it more to your or himself, voice low and pointed. "lookin' at my fuckin' wife."
"no toji, no," you whimper.
"fucking liar." smack! "admit you do it for attention, now."
you weakly shake your head, motions stifled by the hand in your hair.
"you want me to spank this pussy next?" your pussy's saying yes, your head is shaking no.
he doesn't give you time to reply, spanking hand moving to pull down your wetting panties. the cool air hits your slit, making you shiver. "fuck... look how pretty she is," he says, hypnotized. he shakes his head, snapping himself out of it. "too bad i have to spank her."
your slick and his hand make for a loud, filthy sound when he hits the soft skin. "toji! stop it!" "not until you admit it," he groans in your ear.
reluctantly, and with a tear or two, you say it: "i don't wear my ring for attention!" you whimper out. immediately, his motions stop. he's letting go of your hair, keeping you up by a loose grip on your neck instead.
"that's what i like to hear." his large thumb is caressing your cheek, gripping and rubbing that sting out. "there there, shh," he coos, attempting to stop the pain he caused. "if you just said it first, we wouldn't have this problem." still being a bastard, though.
"we both know that's a lie, toji." he grins at your little sniffle. "maybe i am lying." he knows he is. "well then, you need to apologize for it." his eyebrow quirks up, signature move for 'what the hell are you talking about.'
"and how should i apologize, wifey?" his rubbing motions have stopped, going back to massaging the doughy flesh like bread. "well," you say, wincing, "you could start by showing me what's in those boxers. it's been poking me this whole time."
the air becomes hot, like the ac is listening in. "only if you put the ring on." his eyes are clouded, knowing he's about to take his wife. "you can slide it on when you make me cum," you retort.
smiling, he picks you up, bare feet padding across the floor to the bedroom. it's things like that, silent 'yes's that made you fall in love with him. your pussy throbs against him, knowing it's about to be turned out by your hot husband.
SYNOPSIS. You didn't think getting dared would leave you stuck in a closet with both your enemies, Sukuna and Toji..
CONTENT WARNING: 18+ only, alcohol mention, party setting, tension, arguing/banter, forced proximity setup, strong language, Tojikuna x reader, rough sex, degradation, choking, spanking, hair pulling, slapping, oral sex (deepthroat, face-fucking), anal play, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, sloppy kissing, fingering, double penetration, spit play, threesome, competitive teasing, possessiveness, voyeurism between the two men, overstimulation, breath play, nipple torture, forced eye contact, cum swapping, ass slapping, throat fucking, pussy stretching, clit slapping, marking with bites and hickeys, power play, edging, forced orgasms.
The bass from the speakers practically rattled the walls of the apartment, heavy enough to make the floor vibrate beneath your shoes every time another song switched. The entire place smelled like cheap liquor, perfume, sweat, and whatever overly sweet candle someone had burning in the kitchen to cover it all up.
People crowded every corner of the apartment shoulder-to-shoulder, yelling over music that was way too loud, laughing like they owned the place, stumbling into each other with red cups hanging loosely from their hands.
And honestly?
You already wanted to leave.
“You’re not seriously leaving after ten minutes,” your friend scoffed beside you, grabbing the sleeve of your jacket before you could even think about reaching the front door. “We literally fought to get you here.”
“I didn’t ask you to fight,” you muttered flatly, trying to ignore the way somebody nearly slammed into your shoulder while running past. “I came, didn’t I? That should count for something.”
“It counts for you being dramatic.”
“I’m dramatic because this place smells like regret and bad decisions.”
Your friend barked out a laugh. “That’s every college party.”
“Exactly why I hate them.”
She rolled her eyes before shoving a drink into your hand anyway, immediately getting distracted when someone across the room called her name. The second she disappeared into the crowd, you exhaled slowly, finally alone for maybe the first time since arriving.
Your gaze drifted around the apartment lazily until—
Oh.
Absolutely not.
Leaning against the far kitchen counter like he owned the entire building stood Toji Fushiguro, dark shirt stretched tight across broad shoulders, one tattooed arm resting against the marble countertop while he spoke to someone beside him.
Even from across the room, he carried that same infuriatingly relaxed expression he always wore, like nothing in the world could genuinely bother him.
And next to him—
Of course.
Because apparently your night wasn’t miserable enough already.
Ryomen Sukuna sat lazily on top of the counter itself, one leg hanging over the edge while he scrolled through his phone with complete disinterest. The second his eyes lifted though, sharp crimson gaze locking onto yours through the crowd, something smug flickered across his expression immediately.
Like he found this funny.
Like fate itself had personally delivered entertainment to him.
Your stomach dropped instantly.
“Nope,” you muttered under your breath, already turning away.
Unfortunately for you, Sukuna noticed.
“Well, well,” his voice called out loudly over the music. “Look who decided to show up.”
You closed your eyes briefly.
Ignore him.
Actually ignore him.
You continued walking toward the living room, pretending not to hear him, but that only seemed to amuse him more.
“Hey,” Sukuna called again. “You deaf or just rude?”
“You tell me,” you shot back without looking at him.
A few people nearby immediately reacted with loud “ooohs,” sensing tension like sharks smelling blood in water.
Bad. Very bad.
You heard footsteps behind you before someone suddenly appeared beside you effortlessly.
Toji.
“You always this friendly at parties?” he asked casually.
You looked up at him with visible annoyance. “Do you always follow people around uninvited?”
“Only when they look irritated. It’s entertaining.”
“Glad I could provide tonight’s comedy show.”
Toji’s mouth twitched slightly, almost a smile, which only irritated you more.
Sukuna approached a second later, slipping beside Toji with his hands shoved into his pockets. “She’s been in a bad mood since the first time I met her.”
“You make everybody miserable,” you replied instantly.
“And yet here you are talking to me.”
“I’d rather chew glass.”
“Ouch,” Sukuna mocked dryly. “That one hurt.”
Toji let out a low chuckle beside him while you glared at both of them equally.
You genuinely couldn’t stand either of them.
Toji with his calm, unreadable attitude that somehow made every sarcastic comment sound worse, and Sukuna with his arrogant mouth and constant need to provoke people just because he could. The two of them together were unbearable. Loud in completely different ways. Cocky in completely different ways. Somehow always making every interaction feel like a challenge.
And for some reason, they both loved bothering you specifically.
“Why are you staring?” you snapped finally.
Sukuna tilted his head slightly. “You look annoyed.”
“I am annoyed.”
“Cute.”
“Say that again and lose teeth.”
Toji snorted softly under his breath.
“You threatening people already?” he mused. “Party barely started.”
You crossed your arms. “Maybe I’d be nicer if certain people disappeared.”
“Aw,” Sukuna mocked. “She missed us.”
“I hope both of you trip down a flight of stairs.”
“That’s not very nice,” Toji said lazily.
“I don’t care.”
Before either of them could answer again, a loud voice suddenly cut through the room.
“TRUTH OR DARE!”
A chorus of cheers immediately erupted from the living room. Someone dragged over chairs while people crowded onto couches and the floor in messy circles. Multiple voices started yelling names, demanding people join.
You already knew this was going to become a disaster.
“No,” you said immediately.
“Yes,” your friend answered immediately after, appearing out of nowhere to grab your wrist again.
“I’m not playing.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I’d rather throw myself out the window.”
“Too late.”
Before you could protest again, she physically shoved you down onto the couch beside the group. Unfortunately—truly unfortunately—the only open spot left happened to be directly across from Sukuna and Toji.
You stared at her in betrayal.
She grinned unapologetically before disappearing into the crowd again.
Traitor.
The game started normally enough. A few harmless truths. Dumb dares. Somebody had to text their ex. Someone else had to take a mystery shot from the kitchen and immediately regretted it. Laughter echoed constantly around the room while the atmosphere grew louder, messier, warmer.
Still, every single time your eyes accidentally drifted up, one of them was already looking at you.
Toji lounged comfortably against the couch like he didn’t have a single care in the world, dark eyes heavy with amusement whenever you glared at him. Sukuna was worse somehow, openly staring without shame, like he enjoyed watching you slowly lose patience.
Which he probably did.
“You’re glaring holes into us,” Sukuna commented eventually.
“You’re still alive, aren’t you?”
“Barely.”
“Try harder.”
Someone nearby burst out laughing.
“This tension is insane,” another person muttered.
“They act like divorced parents,” somebody else added.
“I’d rather die,” you said immediately.
“Toji, blink twice if she secretly likes us,” Sukuna said dramatically.
“She’d stab both of us first.”
“Correct,” you answered.
Then suddenly—
“Your turn.”
You blinked.
Everyone was staring at you now.
A grin spread slowly across someone’s face from the opposite couch. “Truth or dare?”
The room grew louder instantly with anticipation.
You should’ve picked truth.
You knew you should’ve picked truth.
But unfortunately pride had always been one of your worst qualities.
You leaned back slightly against the couch cushions, refusing to look nervous even when Sukuna’s eyes narrowed with interest.
“Dare,” you answered confidently.
Immediately, the entire room exploded.
“Ohhhh no.”
“She’s done for.”
“Make it evil.”
“I have the PERFECT one—”
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Why do you sound excited?”
Your friend covered her mouth dramatically like she was trying not to laugh.
That was never a good sign.
Then someone finally spoke.
“I dare you,” they started slowly, grinning wider when your expression immediately darkened, “to spend ten minutes locked in the closet with Toji and Sukuna.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
You stared at them.
“No.”
The room erupted into screams and laughter instantly.
“You HAVE to!”
“That’s the dare!”
“No backing out!”
Your jaw dropped slightly as you looked around at the cheering crowd in disbelief.
“You people are actually insane.”
Sukuna leaned back comfortably, looking entirely too entertained already. “I think it sounds fun.”
“Of course you do.”
Toji glanced toward you lazily before standing from the couch in one smooth motion. “C’mon,” he said casually. “Don’t chicken out now.”
You looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
Then at Sukuna.
Then at the closet door across the apartment.
Then back at your so-called friends who were practically dying laughing already.
This night was going to kill you.
── დ ──
“That’s actually stupid,” you said flatly while the entire group around you dissolved into obnoxious laughter. “Like genuinely. You all need hobbies.”
“Ten minutes!” someone yelled.
“You’ll survive!”
“Maybe!”
“Lock the door!” another voice shouted immediately after.
“Oh my god,” you muttered, rubbing a hand over your face.
Sukuna looked like he was having the time of his life already, lounging back against the couch with a grin sharp enough to start fights. “You’re overreacting.”
“You make people miserable for fun.”
“And?”
“And I don’t voluntarily spend time with people like that.”
“Toji,” Sukuna said casually, not taking his eyes off you, “she’s hurting my feelings.”
“I think you’ll recover,” Toji answered lazily.
That smug asshole actually looked amused.
You glared at both of them. “You know what? Forget it. I’m not doing this.”
Instant booing erupted around the room.
“NO BACKING OUT!”
“Scared?”
“She’s scared!”
“I am not scared,” you snapped instantly.
“Then prove it,” Sukuna said.
Your eyes narrowed.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
That stupid smug expression on his face only made it worse too, like he’d already won something before the game had even started.
You hated that.
Especially because half the room was now staring at you expectantly.
Your pride was seriously a disease.
“Fine,” you bit out finally, standing abruptly from the couch. “Ten minutes. Then I’m leaving.”
The crowd cheered dramatically.
“YEAHHH!”
“To the closet!”
“This is the best night ever.”
“It’s the worst night of mine,” you muttered.
Somebody immediately grabbed your shoulders from behind before physically steering you toward the hallway while laughing hysterically. The closet door near the laundry room was already being cleared out by people acting like this was some major event.
You looked back once, hoping maybe—just maybe—Toji or Sukuna would decide this was dumb too.
Unfortunately, both of them followed behind without complaint.
Of course they did.
Toji walked with his hands in his pockets, completely relaxed, while Sukuna looked almost excited by the chaos unfolding around him.
“You both look way too comfortable with this,” you complained.
“Toji’s comfortable everywhere,” Sukuna replied.
“That’s because unlike you, I don’t talk constantly.”
“Funny coming from the guy who acts mysterious to avoid conversations.”
“Toji acts mysterious because he’s old,” you cut in.
A few people nearby lost it laughing.
Toji looked down at you slowly. “Old?”
“You heard me.”
“That attitude’s crazy for someone about to be trapped in a closet with me.”
“Oh, shut up.”
The crowd practically shoved all three of you inside before you could say anything else.
The closet door slammed shut.
Darkness swallowed everything instantly except for the faint strip of warm light beneath the door.
Then—
Click.
The lock.
Outside, everyone burst into loud laughter.
“DON’T KILL EACH OTHER!”
“Ten minutes starts NOW!”
“Someone set a timer!”
“This is so toxic!” someone wheezed.
Your jaw clenched immediately.
The closet was small.
Way too small.
Like uncomfortably small.
The air already felt warmer with three people crammed shoulder-to-shoulder between hanging coats and stacked storage boxes. Your back pressed awkwardly against the wall while Toji stood somewhere to your left and Sukuna directly in front of you.
Close.
Too close.
You could barely even move without brushing against one of them.
Nobody spoke for a moment.
Outside laughter and muffled music bled through the walls while silence settled heavily inside the cramped space.
Awkward.
Painfully awkward.
Then Sukuna finally broke it.
“Well,” he drawled lazily, “this is intimate.”
You stared at him in disbelief despite barely being able to see his face properly. “You are unbearable.”
“You say that a lot.”
“Because it keeps being true.”
A low chuckle came from Toji somewhere beside you.
“There she goes again,” he murmured.
“Oh my god, are both of you always this annoying?”
“Yes,” Sukuna answered immediately.
“Toji’s slightly less annoying than you,” you muttered.
“Wow,” Sukuna deadpanned. “I’m devastated.”
“You’ll survive.”
“Toji,” Sukuna sighed dramatically, “why does she hate me?”
“Probably your personality.”
“See?” you pointed vaguely into the darkness. “He gets it.”
“Careful,” Sukuna warned teasingly. “You compliment him too much and he’ll start thinking you like him better.”
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
Short.
Accidental.
But both of them noticed immediately.
You realized it the second silence fell again.
“…What?” you asked cautiously.
“You laughed,” Sukuna said.
“No I didn’t.”
“You literally did,” Toji added.
“I breathed.”
“That’s embarrassing,” Sukuna mused. “You’re getting comfortable around us.”
“I would rather get hit by a car.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“And you’re obsessed with irritating me.”
“Maybe because your reactions are entertaining.”
You rolled your eyes, shifting slightly against the wall— and instantly regretted it when your shoulder brushed directly against Toji’s chest.
Your entire body stiffened.
The closet suddenly felt even smaller somehow.
“Relax,” Toji said quietly.
“I am relaxed.”
“You jumped.”
“I did not.”
“You definitely did,” Sukuna added smugly.
You wanted to strangle both of them.
Outside the closet, your friends were still laughing loudly every few seconds, probably imagining all kinds of ridiculous scenarios already.
Meanwhile you were stuck in a cramped dark space slowly losing your sanity.
Then Sukuna suddenly spoke again.
“You know,” he said casually, “I think she likes you more.”
“Oh my god,” you groaned immediately. “Not this again.”
“Toji got a laugh outta you.”
“You two are acting like middle schoolers.”
“You didn’t deny it though.”
“I literally hate both of you equally.”
“That sounds dishonest,” Toji murmured.
Your eyes narrowed.
Even in the dark, you could practically hear the amusement in his voice.
“You’re really confident for someone trapped in here too,” you shot back.
“I’m not trapped in here with you,” Sukuna said lazily. “You’re trapped in here with us.”
“You are so corny.”
“You smiled again.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
The confidence in his voice made your stomach twist with irritation.
Or maybe something else.
You didn’t want to think about that possibility.
Then suddenly, movement.
Toji shifted closer slightly, probably trying to lean against the wall better in the cramped space, but the motion forced you forward unexpectedly.
Right into Sukuna.
Your breath caught instantly when his hand grabbed your arm automatically to steady you.
The entire closet went quiet.
Completely quiet.
His grip wasn’t rough.
That somehow made it worse.
Your heart stuttered stupidly in your chest as you looked up—and realized just how close he actually was now.
Too close.
Close enough to feel warmth.
Close enough to hear breathing.
Close enough that if either of you moved even slightly—
“You good?” Sukuna asked softly.
Softer than before.
Different.
And before you could answer, Toji suddenly leaned down near your ear from behind, voice low enough to send heat straight up your spine.
“Careful,” he murmured. “You’re getting nervous.”
You hated how easily Toji could say things like that—calm, close, completely unbothered while the air between all three of you felt like it had thickened into something harder to ignore. His voice was right behind you, low enough that it didn’t belong to the chaos outside anymore. Outside, your friends were still laughing, still shouting nonsense through the door, still treating this like a joke.
Inside, it didn’t feel like one anymore.
“I’m not nervous,” you said quickly.
It came out sharper than you meant it to.
Sukuna let out a quiet laugh in front of you. “That was immediate. That’s usually a tell.”
“Shut up.”
“See?” he continued, like you hadn’t spoken at all. “She’s defensive now too.”
“I’ve been defensive since I got shoved in here with two people who I hate the most don’t know when to stop talking.”
“Toji doesn’t talk that much,” Sukuna added casually.
“Don’t drag me into your argument,” Toji replied.
But he didn’t move away.
That was the problem.
None of them did.
The closet was still dark, but your eyes had adjusted enough now that shapes were clearer—Sukuna in front of you, shoulders slightly angled like he was still blocking the narrow space without even trying. Toji behind you, closer than before, his presence steady and heavy in a way that made it impossible to forget he was there.
And you.
Stuck in the middle of it.
Perfect.
“Ten minutes is a long time,” Sukuna said after a beat, voice lighter again. “We could actually get to know each other.”
“I already know you’re insufferable.”
“That’s surface level.”
“There is no deeper level I want to explore.”
Toji hummed faintly behind you, almost like he was amused by the back-and-forth rather than participating in it. “She’s consistent at least.”
“Don’t compliment me,” you muttered.
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“It felt like one.”
“Then you’re imagining things,” he said simply.
That should’ve ended it.
That should’ve ended it.
It didn’t.
Instead, Sukuna shifted slightly forward. Not enough to touch you—but enough that the space changed again. Like he’d decided standing still wasn’t enough anymore.
“You’re still avoiding eye contact,” he noted.
“There’s nothing to look at.”
“That’s a lie,” he said instantly.
Your eyes snapped up.
Bad decision.
Because he was already looking at you.
Fully focused now, no humor in the expression this time—just that familiar sharp attention that made it feel like he was picking apart every reaction you tried to hide. Like he was waiting for something.
“You’re really serious about hating us, huh?” Sukuna asked.
“I don’t do fake reactions,” you said.
“That’s not what I asked.”
A pause.
Then Toji, quieter: “She doesn’t hate us.”
You turned your head slightly, immediately irritated. “Excuse me?”
He didn’t even sound phased. “If you actually hated us, you wouldn’t still be standing here arguing.”
“That’s not how that works.”
“It kind of is,” Sukuna added.
“Oh my god, you two are so—”
Your words cut off when Toji shifted again.
closer.
Not aggressive. Not sudden.
Just… closing distance in a way that made the cramped closet feel even smaller than it already was.
You could feel him now.
Too clearly.
Your voice lowered without permission. “Can you stop moving?”
“Why?” Toji asked.
“Because there’s nowhere else to go.”
“That’s kind of the point.”
Sukuna laughed under his breath. “He’s enjoying this.”
“I’m not enjoying anything,” Toji replied, but there was something faintly amused in it anyway.
You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying to ignore the way your pulse felt annoyingly aware of every inch of space—or lack of it.
Outside, someone shouted something indistinct.
The group still existed.
The party still existed.
But it felt distant now. Like another room entirely.
Inside the closet, the silence stretched again.
Then Sukuna spoke, softer this time.
“You always this tense around people you hate?”
“I’m not tense.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” Toji added, like it was fact.
"Oh shut the fuck up," You shot a look toward him. “Why are you agreeing with him?”
“Because he’s right.”
That made you pause.
A second of silence followed—heavier than the others.
You hated that your body was reacting before your brain could catch up. Hated that you were hyper-aware of everything: the warmth, the proximity, the way Sukuna wasn’t joking as much anymore, the way Toji’s voice had dropped lower since earlier.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.
It was supposed to be stupid.
Funny.
Over in ten minutes.
Not… this.
Sukuna tilted his head slightly. “You’re thinking too hard.”
“I’m not thinking at all.”
“Liar.”
You scoffed. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know you don’t back down easily,” he said immediately.
That landed differently than you expected.
Not teasing.
Just observant.
Toji’s voice followed, quieter again. “And I know you’re not scared of us.”
Your breath caught for half a second before you forced it out.
“That’s not what this is,” you said.
“Then what is it?” Sukuna asked.
You didn’t answer immediately.
Because the truth was annoying.
It was cramped space and too much attention and two people who refused to treat you like you were invisible in a room full of noise. It was them watching you like you were something worth reacting to instead of someone easy to ignore.
It was—
“Ten minutes,” you finally said. “That’s what this is.”
Sukuna hummed. “We’re halfway through.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Toji shifted again—slower this time. Careful, but still closing distance in a way that made your back instinctively press further into the wall.
Not from fear.
From awareness.
“Relax,” he said again, softer than before.
You let out a short laugh. “You keep saying that like it means anything.”
“It does.”
“It really doesn’t.”
Sukuna took another step forward.
Now there was barely space left in front of you at all.
“Here’s something I’m curious about,” he said.
You narrowed your eyes. “Of course you are.”
“If we were actually the problem,” he continued, ignoring you, “you would’ve left the moment the door opened.”
You froze slightly.
“That’s not—”
“But you didn’t,” he finished.
Silence again.
Thicker this time.
You opened your mouth to argue—
—but Toji leaned down slightly behind you, close enough that his voice brushed the edge of your ear again.
“Time’s almost up,” he murmured.
And for the first time since the door closed—
you realized you weren’t thinking about the ten minutes anymore.
You were thinking about how close they still were.
How neither of them had moved away.
everything would change.
── დ ──
The closet felt smaller with every passing second, the air thick and heavy with their combined scents—Toji’s earthy musk mixed with Sukuna’s sharper, almost metallic edge. Your back pressed against the wall, heart hammering as their bodies boxed you in without a single inch of space left between you.
Toji’s broad chest hovered inches from yours, his scarred hand already resting on your hip like he owned it, while Sukuna’s crimson eyes locked onto your face with that predatory smirk, one hand braced above your head on the shelf.
Your confidence cracked first. You swallowed hard, voice coming out shakier than you wanted. “This dare is stupid. I’m leaving.” You tried to push past Toji, but his grip tightened instantly, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to bruise.
“Running already, doll?” Toji’s voice dropped low and rough, no trace of his usual lazy drawl. He leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as he spoke. “Door’s locked from the outside for the next ten minutes. You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Sukuna chuckled darkly, stepping in to block any other escape route, his larger frame crowding you from the side.
“Look at her face. All flushed and pretending she doesn’t want this. Pathetic little thing. You’ve been eye-fucking us both all night and now you act shy?” His hand shot out, gripping your chin to force your gaze up to his. “Stay. Or we make you.”
You slapped his wrist away, anger flaring hot in your chest even as heat pooled between your thighs. “Fuck off, both of you. This isn’t funny anymore.”
But your protest died when Toji’s free hand slid up under your skirt without warning, fingers dragging along your inner thigh until they cupped your pussy through your panties. The thin fabric was already soaked.
“Wet as fuck,” Toji growled, rubbing slow circles over your clit. “Told you she likes it when we team up on her. Enemies or not, we both know what this slut needs.”
Sukuna’s hand joined his, yanking your panties aside roughly so two thick fingers plunged straight into your cunt. The stretch burned deliciously as he curled them deep, scissoring your walls while Toji’s thumb kept grinding your swollen clit.
You gasped, knees buckling, but they held you upright between them. “She’s dripping down my hand already. Greedy hole sucking me in like it’s starving.”
You moaned despite yourself, head falling back against the wall as they worked you in tandem—Sukuna pumping his fingers hard and fast while Toji slapped your clit lightly, sharp little stings that made your hips jerk.
Their mouths descended at once. Toji claimed your lips in a sloppy, bruising kiss, tongue shoving deep and tangling with yours while Sukuna latched onto your neck, biting and sucking marks that would show for days.
Spit trailed down your chin from the messy kiss, and Toji pulled back just to spit into your open mouth before diving in again.
"Open wider, whore,” Sukuna snarled against your throat, adding a third finger to stretch your pussy wider. “Gonna ruin this cunt before we even fuck you.”
He pulled his fingers out only to slap your pussy hard, the wet sound echoing in the tight space, then shoved them back in knuckle-deep. Your walls clenched around him as another orgasm built fast and sharp.
Toji yanked your top down, freeing your tits so he could pinch and twist your nipples viciously, rolling the sensitive buds until tears pricked your eyes. “Look at these pretty tits bouncing while Sukuna fingers you stupid. Bet you want both our cocks stuffing you full, don’t you? Say it.”
You shook your head, defiant even as your body betrayed you, hips rocking down onto Sukuna’s thrusting fingers. “N-no… fuck you.”
Sukuna laughed, pulling his fingers free to shove them into your mouth instead, making you taste your own arousal. “Suck. Clean them like the nasty cumdump you are.”
While you obeyed, gagging slightly on his thick digits, Toji freed his cock and rubbed the fat head against your soaked folds. He didn’t wait—slamming inside in one brutal thrust that punched the air from your lungs. Your walls stretched painfully around his girth, but the burn only made you wetter.
Sukuna freed his own cock next, pressing it against your lips. “Choke on mine while he wrecks your pussy.” He gripped your hair tight, forcing his length down your throat in one go.
They both had you gagging and moaning around him, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth as Toji pounded into you from below, each thrust lifting your feet off the ground. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur while Sukuna face-fucked you mercilessly, balls slapping your chin.
They competed for every reaction—Toji spanking your ass with sharp cracks that left your skin burning, Sukuna biting down on your nipple hard enough to draw a cry around his cock.
When Toji pulled out to flip you around, bending you over so Sukuna could take your pussy next, the pink-haired man didn’t hesitate. He drove in deep, railing you with punishing strokes while Toji spread your ass cheeks and spat on your tight hole, working one finger inside your ass to stretch you for more.
"Gonna take us both,” Toji rasped, lining his cock up with your ass once Sukuna pulled back slightly. They worked in sync, double penetrating you in the cramped closet—Toji’s cock spearing your ass while Sukuna’s filled your pussy to the brim.
The stretch was obscene, your body shaking as they thrust in alternating rhythms, filling you completely with every snap of their hips. Sloppy kisses landed wherever they could reach—your shoulders, neck, mouth when they turned your head—while degradation spilled from their lips.
“Such a filthy slut, taking two cocks like you were made for it,” Sukuna grunted, slapping your clit in time with his thrusts. “Cum on us. Now.”
You shattered hard, pussy and ass clenching around them as waves of pleasure crashed through you. They didn’t stop, fucking you through it and into another, then another, until your legs gave out.
Toji came first, flooding your ass with hot cum that leaked out around his cock. Sukuna followed seconds later, pumping your pussy full until it overflowed, thick ropes mixing with your juices.
But they weren’t finished with you yet. Toji pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard and glistening, only to spin you around and drop you to your knees on the closet floor. “Clean me up, doll. Use that pretty mouth like the cock-hungry slut you are.”
His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you forward as you opened wide and took him deep, tasting the mix of your own arousal and his release on your tongue.
You gagged as he thrust shallowly, spit dripping down your chin while Sukuna knelt behind you, spreading your cheeks and shoving two fingers back into your cum-slick ass.
He worked them in and out roughly, scissoring to keep you stretched and open, his free hand reaching around to slap your clit in sharp, stinging bursts that made your hips buck.
Sukuna’s voice was a low growl against your ear. “Look at this greedy little hole still twitching for more. Bet you want us to switch this time—my cock buried in your ass while Toji wrecks that sloppy cunt again.”
He yanked his fingers free and replaced them with the thick head of his dick, pushing in without mercy until his hips met your ass. The burn mixed with pleasure as he started pounding, each thrust forcing you further onto Toji’s length in your mouth.
Toji held your head steady, forcing eye contact as he fucked your throat, tears streaming down your face from the intensity. “That’s it, mama. Take it all. Choke on this dick while he ruins your ass.”
They moved in tandem again, double penetration hitting deeper in this new angle. Sukuna’s hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you back onto him with every snap of his pelvis, while Toji’s cock slid in and out of your throat, saliva and precum mixing in messy strings.
Your body trembled through another orgasm, walls fluttering around nothing until Toji reached down to rub your swollen clit in tight circles. Sukuna leaned over your back, biting down on your shoulder as he came again, pumping another thick load deep into your ass.
The sensation triggered Toji, who pulled out just enough to paint your tongue and lips with his second release, forcing you to swallow every drop before shoving back in to make sure you took it all.
Finally spent, they eased out of you, cum leaking from both holes in thick trails down your thighs. Toji helped you to your feet, his touch surprisingly steady as he tugged your clothes back into place with a smirk.
Sukuna wiped a stray streak of release from your chin with his thumb, pushing it between your lips for one last taste. The charged silence lingered for a beat, their bodies still close, breaths mingling in the tight space.
Then the closet door clicked open from the outside, light spilling in as laughter echoed from the party beyond. You stepped out on shaky legs, their eyes following you with that same unified hunger, the night far from over.
── დ ──
The noise of the party hit you all at once.
Music. Voices. Someone shouting over a drinking game across the apartment. The bass vibrating through the floor hard enough to pull you back into reality after what had just happened behind that closed door.
Except reality didn’t feel real anymore.
Not when you could still feel their attention on you like heat crawling across your skin.
The crowd immediately exploded the second all three of you stepped out.
“OH MY GOD.”
“NO WAY.”
“Why do they all look like that—”
“I KNEW SOMETHING HAPPENED.”
“Shut UP,” you snapped immediately, glaring at your friends while trying desperately to ignore the smirks spreading around the room.
Unfortunately, your voice lacked its usual bite.
Which only made everyone react worse.
Sukuna walked out behind you looking entirely too pleased with himself, hands shoved lazily into his pockets while people immediately started yelling questions at him from the couch.
“How was it?”
“Did anyone die?”
“You look evil right now.”
“I always look evil,” Sukuna answered smoothly.
“Toji?” someone else called.
Toji only shrugged once, calm as ever, though there was something unreadable sitting behind his expression now. Something quieter. More dangerous.
Then his gaze flicked toward you again.
Your stomach tightened instantly.
Yeah.
You needed air.
Now.
“I’m going outside,” you muttered quickly.
Nobody stopped you this time.
The apartment balcony was colder than expected, crisp night air hitting your face the second you stepped outside. The city lights blurred in the distance beneath the dark sky while muffled music still pulsed faintly through the walls behind you.
Finally.
Silence.
Well—almost silence.
The balcony door slid open again less than thirty seconds later.
You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.
“You always run away after getting your brains fucked out, brat?” Sukuna’s voice teased lightly.
“I’m not flustered.”
“Sure.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning against the railing. “Do you ever stop talking?”
“No.”
Another presence stepped onto the balcony.
Toji.
Of course.
“You two asshole's travel in pairs now?” you muttered.
“Seems like it,” Sukuna replied.
For a moment, nobody said anything.
For a moment, nobody said anything.
The tension from the closet still lingered heavily between all three of you, quieter now but somehow more dangerous outside the chaos of the party. The city wind tugged lightly at your clothes while distant sirens echoed somewhere far below.
Then Toji spoke.
“You’re thinking too hard again.”
You looked over at him. “You say that like you can read minds.”
“No,” he answered simply. “You just get quiet when something matters.”
That caught you off guard enough to shut you up for half a second.
Sukuna noticed immediately.
“There it is again,” he said with a grin. “That look.”
“What look?”
“The one where you don’t know what to say.”
“I always know what to say.”
“Not tonight.”
You hated how right he was.
Everything tonight had thrown you off balance in the worst possible way. They got under your skin too easily. Knew exactly how to provoke reactions out of you. And somehow, despite all the arguing and tension and constant fighting—
you hadn’t walked away.
The realization sat heavier now than it did in the closet.
You exhaled slowly, staring out over the city lights. “You both are seriously annoying.”
Sukuna laughed softly. “There she is.”
“But,” you admitted reluctantly, “I guess tonight wasn’t completely terrible.”
A dramatic gasp came from Sukuna instantly.
“Toji, did you hear that? She likes us.”
“Don’t push it.”
Toji’s mouth twitched faintly, almost another smile.
The balcony fell quiet again after that, but this time it wasn’t awkward.
It was easier.
Warmer.
Like something between all three of you had shifted permanently.
Inside the apartment, your friends were probably still losing their minds trying to figure out what happened in that closet. Tomorrow would be unbearable. The teasing alone would probably haunt you for weeks.
But strangely enough?
You didn’t really care.
Not when Sukuna was leaning lazily against the balcony doorway watching you with open amusement.
Not when Toji stood beside you in comfortable silence like he’d always belonged there.
And definitely not when, for the first time all night, you realized you were smiling too.
Maybe this night had changed everything after all.
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A/N: this story style was heavily inspired by @jazzthatonewriterchick and this whole story was requested from @sirensdairy
sukuna loved to say “whatcha runnin from” whenever he knew you couldn’t handle it. your face smashed in the pillow while he fucked into you roughly. not a gentle bone in his hips as his balls smacked again your pussy, making your legs shake a little bit more. sex with sukuna was like a rollercoaster. it felt so good, the rush of everything- but in the end you would still scream, saying it’s enough knowing you wanted to ride it one more time. “tell me you love me precious” his rough hands rubbed your back deeping your arch. “l-love y-ya”
your brain was mushy just like your pussy. your nails clawing at his dark satin sheets trying to take some out, but it never helped; in fact it only made him go harder. angling his foot up to push his thickness down your hole more and more. every vein bumping against your gushy walls. cream seeping from where you both connected. “you love who?” this was all a game to sukuna, he loved getting on your nerves. “youuuuuhh fuck!” you ass cheeks clenched together, big silky white globs of cream making a messy on the pretty cock and sheets. grunting, sukunas balls scrunched, his dick jerked, and the smirk on his face only grew.
“don’t know a you baby” his pumps grew weaker but faster. him desperately trying to chase the high. your pussy opened and closed around him. your hiccuped moans making the moment so much pleasurable. and as you screamed his name, his cock filled your pretty pussy with all it had to give.
