Jun 18
when i’m in a humongous honkers competition and these two show up
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when i’m in a humongous honkers competition and these two show up
You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni. mlist
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”
Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.
“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”
If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”
Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
“There she is,” Toji soothed.
“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”
“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips slowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”
“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”
“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”
“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
“Deep… deeper…”
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”
Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
“Oi, what are you?-…”
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”
His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.
“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”
“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
“Eww don’t ship them ! They’re just friends/ they hate each other/ they barely have any interaction/they never even met/they’re not from the same series !”
Pussy. Back in my days, we shipped Elsa and Jack Frost to hell and back because they were both ice themed.
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.
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“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
Tag: @6x-x9, @yoonsucks, @ouist, @sukunasleftbanana, @hervanillabby, @madamechrissy
(A/n: art by @/f_tality0 on ig.)
Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time
You find two (very hot) saviours to act as your boyfriends.
Frat Au Toji x Reader x Sukuna cw: fem!reader, bitchass ex Naoya, frat party, alcohol, SMUT, threesome, mean Suku, mean Toji, cursing, degrading, biting, riding, spitroast, blowjob, rough sx, creampie, dp, d in p, not proofread
You really didn't want to go in the first place. Like... not at all.
But your bestie Shoko had finally dragged you out of your cramped dorm room to go and live a little.
Frat president Gojo was throwing another wild weekend party at their fraternity house.
Shoko had put you in an outfit you couldn't even think you could pull off. Makeup done by her too, a bit more than you'd ever do, but it was perfect for a party. That's what Shoko had said anyways.
♪ Girl drop it to the floor ♪
♪ I love the way your booty goooooooooo ♪
Some frat party classics were busting out everyones eardrums, the bass shaking the lined up solo cups on the ping pong table people were playing beer pong on.
You were standing near Shoko, but were trying to distance yourself, nursing some jungle juice.
She was currently making out with Utahime- and you did not want to stand and watch. (this time)
You were a good friend and didn't want to ruin her hookup, finally walking away to go find something interesting to do or somewhere to hide. You couldn't decide yet, the alcohol in your cup wasn't hitting yet too.
"If it isn't myyy bitch."
That tone, those slurred words. You could feel the hairs standing up on your neck.
Just ignore him.
Ignore hi-
"I'm speaking to you, woman. Should be thankful!"
Naoya...
Man, maybe staying to cuck Shoko and her girl might've been better.
You turned your head, finally giving him a look.
The same as usual, a way too cocky grin, hands on his hips and chin tilted up too high.
"I'm not your bitch... and you shouldn't be speaking to me. We ended things months ago." You sighed out, trying not to throw the drink in his face.
"Awww.... cmon, doll. You know you stilll want this." he motioned to himself with a hand.
You cringed.
You definetly had not ended on good terms, not only was he insufferable but he had cheated on you.
Someone across the room called Naoya, his attention turned to one of his bros wanting to play body shots with some girls.
While he had turned his head to yell across the music, you were gone.
Scurrying past a few dancers and getting to the back door.
Maybe fresh air could save you from him.
Not really.
The air was fresh for a second and then a plume of ciggy smoke was blown in your face.
You spluttered, stopping your gait. Now stood on the back porch, being chuckled and smirked at by two... big...big? oh... beefy- tall guys.
Toji and Sukuna. Sharing some cigarette.
They were bad news. In general.
You looked up at them. Your face looking a bit dumb as gears turned in your head. Wait...
"You good?" The black haired one asked you, a smirk tugging up a scarred mouth.
"Nah, she looks like she's about to say somethin' stupid as hell." The pink haired one laughed, making fun of you, about to blow some more smoke your way.
"You have to help me!" You suddenly got out, reaching your free hand to grab onto Toji's forearm.
You pulled your best "damsel in distress face", a pout and round doe eyes.
The two, obviously got startled by your sudden pleading.
"The hell? We ain't helping shit." Sukuna made a pout to mock yours.
"Nah hold on, help with what?" Toji asked, not pushing your hand away. Maybe he was the nicer of the two-
"Could you be my boyfriends?"
The two burst out laughing, the loud cackling hyena kind.
Sukuna punched Toji's arm, the cig being dropped and put out. "I told you we aren't helpin! Why'd you let her talk?" He roared, red eyes looking down at you, way too amused.
Toji's chest and shoulders were shaking while a deep laugh left him, green irises not leaving your dumb little face. "Nah nah... stop, let her explain, dumbass. This is why no girls talk with you." Toji elbowed Sukuna back for the punch.
The pink haired one grunted a bit, but rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. The muscles bulging, veins protruding a bit. So biteable...
"Please! Naoya is out to get me- Just for tonight, help me get him off my ass." You whined a bit, the hand on Toji's forearm not helping itself and your fingers lightly rubbed his skin, feeling the strenght.
Now that got their attention.
"Zen'in? Oh man, isn't he your cousin, Ji?"
"Don't associate me with that bum." Toji shook his head a bit. He pulled your wrist away from his forearm and shoved it into Sukuna's abs instead, as if passing you to be his problem.
Sukuna just gave you a look before focusing back on Toji, not really caring.
You palm was flat on his stomach- the black wife beater tank not hiding any of the definition there. Your cheeks were getting flushed and not from what was in your cup.
"Please- i'll do anything, just-" You were about to beg some more. But then the bleached blonde man was shoving the back door open, looking pissed off.
"There you are! You thought our conversation was over?" He slurred out, clearly having a few more shots in his system, a hand already reaching for you.
A tattooed arm curled around your waist, a large palm over your tummy, making you stumble back into a warm, sturdy chest.
"Yo, Naoya." Toji grinned back to the drunk one, shifting to lean closer to you.
Sukuna just glared, looking like a possessive bastard all of a sudden. As if he wasn't the one about to shoo you away.
"Toji! Oh- hi Toji!" Naoya looked like he perked up, as if a puppy seeing his favourite thing in the world.
"You got some buisness with our girl?" Toji asked, as if you had been their girlfriend forever.
Sukuna had let up a bit, but still kept you close. "You do know she's ours now, right, Zen'in?"
Naoya paused, finally not only giving attention to Toji.
You, tucked in Ryomen's chest, Toji leaning against you and the pink haired one. He was bamboozled.
"...Our?"
"Yes, our. Are you deaf?" Toji deadpanned.
"What the hell? How does that work? You dump me to go to my cousin? And you're such a greedy bitch that you need two of them? What even is this? Women can't have more than one boyfriend!" The blonde accused, pointing a finger right at you.
You frowned, reaching a hand to hold Toji's bicep, showing that you three were comfortable in touching one another.
"It's called being polyamorus, dickwad."
"The fuck does that even mean?!" His voice broke.
Was he tearing up?
"I hate you! And you too!!!!" He sniffled, pointing to you and his cousin, turning his heel and rushing back inside.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"You can let go now..." You mumbled to Sukuna. But you weren't exatly letting go of Toji too.
The pink haired one looked down at you, the hand on your stomach sliding up to grip your jaw, forcing your head to tilt back.
The view was great.
Both of them smirking down at you.
"You said you'd do anything?"
♪ Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time ♪
♪ At the same damn time, at the same damn time ♪
The bass from the speakers and the cheers of people yelling downstairs were muffled by the sounds of gasping and lewd moans.
In some abandoned bedroom, you found yourself sandwiched, trying to make out with the both of them at the same time, lips not even knowing who was trying to shove their tongue down your throat this time.
Toji was behind you, you sat on his lap, rough hands pushing your shirt off, another pair was grabbing into your ass, fingers greedy while trying to get to feel all over.
"Mmm, she wet already?" Sukuna asked, his mouth moving down to lick and kiss at your jaw and neck, canines trying to dig into your skin, hands too busy with your ass to check your front.
One of Toji's hands went under your shirt, shamelessly tugging your bra down to cup one of your tits, the other large palm touched all over your tummy before dipping between your legs, rubbing you between your pants. "Donno... but by the way she's squirmin' i think she is."
You gasped out a name, a mix of both of theirs, not sure who to call to while your thights tried to squeeze Toji's arm.
You were dripping. Panties soaked, surpised how it hadn't seeped trough your jeans.
Your own hands were hugging Sukuna, nails digging into his back. Both of them were shirtless, making you feel like your temperature went up just by their body heat.
Sukuna watched Toji's hands, lowering himself a bit more, your top being pushed up and over your head, bra roughly unhooked and tossed somewhere- annnd Sukuna was biting and sucking on the other tit, moaning around it just from the feel of the stiffened bud.
"You look like a baby tryna get some milk-" Toji laughed, applying more pressure between your legs, finding your clit just by the sounds you made once he rubbed higher up.
Sukuna groaned, biting your tit in response.
You were manhandled by the both of them. Heaven. Not even having to think while they did all the work.
Currently you were still on Toji's lap- but with a fattt, mean cock stuffing your drooly cunt. Your syrupy arousal dripping down it and onto his skin. The black haired one was driving it up inside of you, lifting you up and down by the hips to meet his pelvis, his arms strong enough to do it effortlessly.
Not like you could even protest- another hole, your mouth being fucked into by Sukuna, the pink pubic hair of his tickling your nose while he bottomed out. The girthy thing barely squeezed down your throat, heavy balls slapping at your chin every time he moved. And you were drooling around it too, eyes rolled back every now and then.
"Every time you fuck into her, her throat gets all tight... shit..."
"Haah... says you- you should feel how her pussy clenches when you move."
"I bet she's happy, right, slut?" Sukuna grinned down at you, giving you a light smack to the cheek so you'd make eye contact.
You tried to nod, but his hand pushed your head back down, wanting to hear you choke again.
"Fuck- don't be so mean to 'er... it's making her cunt wetter. I don't wanna blow my load yet..." Toji almost whimpered out, but covered it up with a groan, a hand pulling away from your hip to slap a handprint on your ass.
You let out a high pitched whine around Sukuna, tears dotting in your lash line.
They switched before any of you got to cum.
You were bent over, a tattooed arm wrapped around your middle while Sukuna was leaning over you, making sure to keep his thrusts short and rude, not giving you any time to breathe.
You were sloppily making out with Toji, a hand trying to jerk him off but the way the pink haired one was bullying your cervix- you kept getting distracted, moaning into Toji's mouth instead of working.
The black haired one got a bit annoyed, biting your bottom lip and fisting your hair, forcing you to fully bend down, face against a twitching cock.
And then again.
"Ryo, you sure she can take it?"
"Look at her expression and tell me she can't." Sukuna had gripped your face in his hand, it almost covering all of it.
You were sitting on top of both of them, eyes rolling back once some fingers found their way into your mouth, making you suck on them. Maybe to distract you-
You were still trying to slowly bounce on whoever's dick was buried inside but then another one tried to join.
Your nose scrunched up, whining around the digits and trying to move away.
Toji cooed, holding you down with his hands, thumbs rubbing into your hips to try and soothe you. "Cmon, you can handle it."
Sukuna just snorted, shoving the fingers deeper down your throat. As if it hadn't been fucked raw already.
And another wayyyy above average cock was sliding its way inside.
It felt like you were being split open- maybe because you were, helplessly crying around the fingers in your mouth.
Oh... oh this was. Way too good.
The initial stretch and pain was forgotten once they started to move. One after the other, one pulled out but another was immediately moving up and anadnanddd.... your mind was scrambled. The way your puffy pussy was being spread in every way, hands all over you...
Babbling nothings while your eyes were shut, hands holding on to god knows who's arms right now.
The room was filled with silent grunts and mewls, the heavy smell of sweat and sex. Sorry to the owner.
Sukuna and Toji were silent on the most part, either too focused on keeping up the pace or the feeling of rubbing together and velvety walls wrapped around them was too much. Who knew.
All you knew is that you could never be fucked his good by Naoya.
Being stuffed full of two cocks... and their cum was like you had ascended to somewhere beyond. So blissed out you didn't even clock your orgasm.
They did though.
You were out of it, cuddled up between two warm walls, bundled up in two pairs of arms that could crush your skull if you asked. Cum was definitely oozing out of you. But nobody really cared.
You were slowly passing out, drool still dribbling out of the corner of your mouth on someone's skin.
"She's cute." Toji murmured, behind you, hands sliding up and down your tummy, caressing your flushed and lightly bruised skin.
"You say that now?" Sukuna rolled his eyes, a bit more exhausted. He was holding your head against his chest, the other hand rubbing your back.
"You think she'll want to be ours after she wakes up?"
"That weird poly thought stuck in your head huh, Ji?"
The door suddenly swung open, a flustered gojo-looking guy standing in the doorway. The music from the first floor flooding in.
By the way he looked flustered and winded... had he been jerking off behind the door?
Sukuna lifted his head, glaring over to the guy. "The fuck you want? Kinda busy."
"E..erm... this is my room..."
Nobody had even looked at the decor- anime figures and posters all over, books in piles around the bed and desk.
Gojo had some sort of nerd twin?
Yoon's notes: OOHMYGOODD For the lovely: @mshkcdies @cherrychoso <3 I HOPE U LIKE ITTT
art: youka.i on tiktok, sso_s__ on twt (?), idk who the artist is for suku help
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bestfriend! sukuna x gn reader x gymrat! toji
: both sukuna and toji want you, but honestly you want them both too...
part 1 , part 2
a/n: i need to pee so bad so next part later okay also i have a writing page for fun @mushedapplehead no pressure to check it out!
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tojikuna p!links.
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~tags: tojikuna links, jjk p!links, this is gay as hell, filthy smut hehe, mlm, bxb. @veilist
𑣲 this is tojikuna after sukuna catches toji jerking off all by himself.
𑣲 sukuna couldn't help but record them frotting after finally convincing toji to try it out.
𑣲 toji sends sukuna a video from work of him finally using the toy sukuna got him.
𑣲 filling toji up!
𑣲 sukuna sends toji a pic cause he misses him :(
𑣲 kuna loves trying out new dildos on toji.
𑣲 sukuna is kinda crazy when it comes to toji's ass...
𑣲 double-ended dildo fun!!
𑣲 how sukuna acts back home after people won't stop staring at his man...
𑣲 when toji gets in trouble, sukuna makes him do this :(
𑣲 sukuna when he's horny and toji's not there to help him.
𑣲 toji trying to stop sukuna from bullying his poor hole :(
y'all pray for toji's hole please...
At the same damn time!
synopsis :: dating sukuna was never easy, it’s a good thing it’s manwhore of a best friend came with him, right? (+18).
art :: @/thatsallitchief, @/su2kuna . dividers :: @/cafekitsuna .
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dating sukuna always came with toji. you didn't sign up for it, but everybody knew they were a deal, if you tolerated one of them, you instantly had to tolerate the other.
and you'd found yourself tangled in sukuna's life and his sheets—and you knew that came with toji loitering around the two of you constantly. you were always barely given time to breathe, with sukuna fucking you into a mattress, and toji walking straight into the room right after, rolling your naked body up in the blanket and carrying you away.
it was normal, you told yourself. it was normal, the way he was so used to seeing you naked, the way he kissed your neck when he thought sukuna wasn't looking and the way his hands always found their way between your thighs while the three of you binged movies on their shitty couch.
so you tried to ignore the way your thighs always clenched whenever toji was around, or the way your eyes would wander down the expanse of his muscles whenever the two of them worked out together.
you weren't that kind of person, right? the kind of girl that would shut her eyes the second sukuna slipped inside of you, wishing it was toji instead.
—
"y'know you really are too good for him."
"what?"
toji moved behind you, holding you from the back before spinning you around, his arms wrapped around your waist, his lips hovering over your neck while you giggled.
"i mean it—you're pretty, kind, smart and you're insane for putting up with a guy like sukuna."
"says you." you said, turning over to face him, pouting just a little to get your point across.
"what? you've never seen me leave you behind, have you, pretty?" his voice was smooth, laced with the slightest bit of condescension.
"it's whatever." you rolled your eyes at him, lightly hitting him on his chest while he laughs, his grip tightening around your waist while he slowly leaned in.
"what's going on here?"
"sukuna! you're home." you shoved toji off of you, sauntering your way to sukuna, wrapping your arms around his neck before he kisses your senseless, eyeing toji the entire time his lips were connected to yours.
because sukuna ryomen knew. he knew the way toji looked at you, and he saw the way you looked at him when you thought nobody was looking.
but it was just a fleeting thought, right? i mean, yeah, he'd been busy, ditching dates to stay over at practice—and he knew you didn't like it when he just left, only to show up in the dead of night, drunk out of his mind and on the verge of collapsing.
sukuna ryomen knew you deserved better. but better didn't mean toji fushiguro.
—
"fuuuck you feel so good—." sukuna was rutting his hips against yours, his cock buried inside your walls while you held onto his back, leaving behind bruising marks on his skin, biting down on his shoulders to stop yourself from screaming.
"oh come on, the least you could do is let me hear you." he purred, his eyes glinting a little underneath the dim lights while he lifted himself up a little.
"f—fuck but to—ji might hear us."
sukuna cocked his head in confusion, because knowing you, wouldn't you have wanted toji to hear how pretty you sounded getting absolutely wrecked?
"i barely get to see you all week, at least let me hear you, doll." is all he said before quickening his pace, his hips snapping against yours forcefully, your slick running down your thighs, with the entire room filled with the noises of the two of you moving against each other.
"so—good kuna nngh—."
—
"fuck, this is pathetic." toji whispered, fisting his cock, his ears pressed against the shared wall of his room, listening to your whimpers through the walls.
he could hear you chanting sukuna's name, the creaking with every thrust—
"keep going toj—sukuna-!"
what. the. fuck.
—
sukuna was gone. again. and knowing him he was probably black out drunk on someone's lawn, with a sorority girl half asleep on top of him while he tried to figure out where the fuck he was.
you tried to tell yourself that you could put up with it—the parties, the alcohol, the sheer amount of people that orbited sukuna, but it got to a point. where you just want to fuck it up so you can finally let go.
but sukuna knew. he knew you wanted him to change, to swoop into your life like some kind of knight in shining armour. so he kept you close enough to have you stay.
well, that's what you would've done, anyway. until toji decided to get himself involved, which he always did, he was tojiafterall.
and when sukuna walks back home with a pretty girl with a heart of gold wrapped around his fingers, toji's only goal is to unravel it.
and when you looked up and him and blinked through your lashes, toji fushiguro knew that he'd do anything to fuck over anything you had happening with sukuna.
—
"he's not home again, huh?"
"fuck off toji."
you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, still dressed in the stupid outfit he was supposed to take you out in, curled up in his bed while toji barged in like he owned the place.
"why do you even put up with this, pretty? you can do so much better."
"by better, you mean you, right?" you let out a bitter laugh, barely looking at him while he closed the space between the two of you.
"well, you can allow me to be selfish just this once, right?"
you let out a bitter laugh, hitting him on his chest once, expecting him to move away, to leave you to wallow in your own misery and hope sukuna would at least show up before two in the morning.
"whatever, toji."
"aw, don't be like that, doll."
his arms looped around your waist again, pressing you into his chest like he always did, your soft sobs muffled by his boobs pecs.
he slowly shifted you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head before looking down, your eyes brimming with tears while you looked up at him, your cheek still pressed up against his chest.
"he's good to me, toji."
"sometimes. i could be better, y'know."
"i don't know that."
"then let me show you. please."
his eyes were flitting down to your lips, only when he thought you weren't paying attention, slowly drawing mindless circles around your waist with his hands.
you nodded once, and that was all the permission he needed before his lips were on yours, his tongue sliding on the edge of your lips while you sobbed into his mouth.
"are you sure?"
"you wanted this, toji, why are you so hesitant now?"
"because now, there's no turning back."
well, fuck it, right?
—
"f—fuck t-toji, s—slow down."
"never heard you sound like this around sukuna, doll."
"stop talking about him—while you're inside me."
"you're unbelievable, you know that?"
you rolled your pretty eyes at him, only to have him thrust into you again, your ankles up to your ears while you tried to muffle your screams.
"i've heard you—before."
"w—what?" you sputtered out, your saliva dribbling down the corners of your mouth while your cunt clenched around his stupidly big dick.
"i've heard you a—almost moan my name before."
"fuck."
"you're gonna tell me when it's too much, alright?"
you nodded against him, trying to bite back your noises while the room filled with sickening squelches, and toji's grunts filling the gaps of silence that echoed.
"f—fuck, what if kuna hears us—."
"let him." he let your legs down, his lips finding yours again, nipping at your skin while they cascaded downwards, soft lips kissing each and every little darkened bruise he'd left on your skin.
"even better."
"you're sick."
"well i'm not the one sleeping with my boyfriend's best friend, am i?"
"asshole." you laughed out while his pace quickened, his hands moving down to your core to thumb at your clit, knocking the words right out of your pretty lips while whispered filthy, filthy words into your ears.
"gods, you suck."
"and you're screaming my name, doll, i must be doing something right."
—
with his ears pressed against the door, sukuna finally heard you scream the name you'd been trying not to yell while he was inside you.
and this time around, he was the pathetic one, fisting his poor, leaky cock to the sounds of his best friend putting you through the mattress.
—
you were tracing mindless patterns on toji's chest, his arm casually slung around you while he kissed your forehead, holding you close as if you'd disappear if he didn't and—
slam!
"sukuna—." you gasped out, trying to get the blanket to cover your naked form. like that'd make it any better that you just fucked toji.
"hey man."
"what the fuck."
"sukuna i swear i can explain—."
"oh, but there's no need to, doll." toji purred, pulling you back into the bed while sukuna was all but punching his nose in.
"toji what the fuck are you talking about—."
"y/n, he was listening in the whole time."
you looked around you for a second, your eyes finding sukuna's eventually cascading lower and lower until—.
"this never would've happened if you were better, right 'kuna?"
"oh fuck off, fushiguro."
sukuna moved towards you, kissing you like he never had before, his tongue finding its way into your mouth slowly while you sunk back into the mattress next to toji.
"if you were into this, i would've done it sooner, kuna."
"don't test it."
"shut the fuck up." you spat out. you knew you were in the wrong, going behind his back, essentially cheating on him, but whatever, right?
his fingers found your core immediately, thumbing at your already swollen clit while toji moved behind you, kissing the back of your neck, one arm finding its way around your throat while sukuna scissored you open.
"f—fuck it's too much."
you squirmed, while the two of them held you down, with toji pushing your thighs apart from behind you while sukuna moved lower and lower, his mouth finding your cunt, lapping up your slick mixed with toji's while you bit back a moan.
"gods she's pretty, isn't she?" toji cooed while sukuna shot a glare right at him, but remaining laser focused on making you cum on his face, his tongue moving against your folds when his lips eventually found your clit.
you could feel your vision going blank, your legs struggling to close around sukuna's head while toji continued to keep them apart, still pressing kisses to your neck while you came on sukuna's face, slick dripping down his chin while he licked it off his lips slowly.
you were slowly coming down from your high, panting in toji's lap right when—
"so what does this make us?" sukuna said, eyeing both you and toji on the edge of the bed.
"well, i guess we're about to find out." is all toji said before unbuckling his pants.
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