“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.
── 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.
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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.
Comments and reblogs are appreciated ♡
A/N: this story style was heavily inspired by @jazzthatonewriterchick and this whole story was requested from @sirensdairy
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
~ tags: tojix sukuna, tojikuna, oral sx, breath play kinda, smut, mlm, bxb. artwork by @hunnismokah
toji and sukuna are lying next to each other on their bed. sukuna is mindlessly scrolling on his phone with his other arm resting behind his head.
toji on the other hand, is bored out of his mind. he turns his head to look at his boyfriend, his eyes admiring how sukuna looks so handsome when he’s at peace. that soft scowl-like expression he always has is one of the things toji likes most about kuna.
to cure his boredom, toji gets an idea.
he suddenly sits up on the bed, and as he does so, he puts his hands on sukuna’s thighs and spreads them. he crawls over to where he’s now lying in between sukuna’s legs.
toji starts feeling kuna through the gray sweatpants that sit low on his waist. he presses his palm up and down on the older man’s crotch. toji knows how much sukuna likes it when he’s rough with his dick.
feeling that sukuna is hard, toji slowly pulls down his sweatpants and watches how his dick springs out with precum already leaking out.
toji looks at sukuna only to see that his boyfriend isn’t paying him any mind. he’s still scrolling on his phone like he has nothing better to do.
in attempts to get sukuna’s attention, toji presses a gentle kiss to the tip of his dick. then slowly licks a line down from his tip all the way to his balls.
toji grabs sukuna’s dick with one hand and fondles his balls with the other. toji notices how sukuna’s breathing gets heavier, but he’s still looking at his phone.
as his hands work their magic, he takes his tongue and licks circles on sukuna’s tip, making him jerk and hiss. toji tries to hold back his laughter at his boyfriend's sudden reaction.
then toji opens his mouth and lowers his head until his nose meets sukuna’s lower stomach. toji doesn’t lift his head. he just stays there. letting his saliva dribble down on sukuna's stomach and balls, as his hands feel all over sukuna’s inner thighs.
toji suddenly feels a hand on his head, he looks to see that his boyfriend has finally put his phone down and is looking at him with a smirk that gets toji immediately hard.
the dark-haired man is taken by surprise when sukuna grabs his hair with both hands and starts bucking his hips up into his mouth relentlessly. toji tries lifting his head up some, but is unsuccessful.
he begins to claw at sukuna’s thighs as his eyes water and face turns red.
“nah you wanted this shit so bad, you’re gonna stay here.” sukuna laughs at him.
i've written about tojikuna breath play at least 3 times but wtv we up!
☆ pornstar!sukuna x pornstar!fem reader x fan!toji
cw: masturbation, a little bit of smut but nothing too detailed
⌞lexy's notes: tojikuna has been my hyper fixation lately. i need to be their gf so so bad!! also art from pinterest, message for removal @yngwh for sukuna art @syrnrr for toji art ⌝
part 1 | part 2
you and pornstar!sukuna were the newest craze in the industry. you both only did shoots with each other. never collabing with other creators. just filmed videos from the comfort of your shared home with a camera you guys happened to splurge on. what started as a drunken decision slowly led to you both filming full time. the tips poured in quicker than the bi-weekly checks, and you both get off on the praise the fans practically hand feed you.
forgetting that the camera is even there has become second nature. it’s never acting between you two and it’s safe to say the viewers can feel the love and sexual chemistry through the phone. when you and pornstar!sukuna happen to do a live stream, it’s always the same routine. the sweet praise that sounds downright sinful falling from your boyfriends mouth, to the possessive hold he has on your waist as you bounce back and meet his rough thrust as every sound leaving his mouth. you love the way he reminds the viewers that you’re his at the end of the day.
“who’s pussy is this, huh?” he’d groan loud enough for the mic to pick up. and when he gets a glimpse of the string of comments flowing in he normally ignores them and tries to keep his sole focus on you. but this time one in particular catches his eye.
@bigdickdilf67
bet she would moan my name louder if i was the one touching her
he doesn’t even know why this one in particular is ticking him off. everyone on your page keeps it respectful for the most part. they can tell through your boyfriends constant reminders and intentional touches that he simply does not play about you. while the weird 50 year old men would love to have you in front of them, they know better than to comment on their desires and fantasies in fear of being blocked and permanently banned like they’ve seen sukuna do to others. he just doesn’t tolerate the trolls and could care less about hearing how other men want to turn you every which way in bed. the scoff that leaves sukuna’s mouth was loud enough to have you look over your shoulder with furrowed brows.
“ ‘kuna a-ah ?” at your questioning tone, he’s quick to turn his attention back to you and push the comment to the back of his mind. he’ll be damned if a comment stops him from finishing and getting his girl to cum. all it takes is a few more thrusts and you tightening your walls before he’s letting out a deep groan and filling you up.
later, some time after a long soak in the bath, he’s uploading the stream to your channel and looking through the tips you’ve gotten. one in particular brings his head back to the comment from before. it’s from the same @bigdickdilf67, and he can’t help the twitch of his eye from annoyance.
12 days ago: @bigdickdilf67 need you to choke on my cock instead, pretty girl
7 days ago: @bigdickdilf67 fuck my hand would look so good around her throat
3 hours ago: @bigdickdilf67 you can't even fuck her good. if you're looking for some pointers text me. xxx-xxx-xxxx
it seems like this guy has been in your comments for a while but lately he's been complaining about the way pornstar!sukuna was fucking you. and he'll be damned if some guy over the internet is criticizing the way he treats his girl. so with a grumble he grabs his phone and types in the number the guy provided, ignoring the fact that the number looks rather familiar.
every night for the past two months have looked the same for toji. he comes home from work, picks up his son from the local day care, feeds him dinner and then puts him to bed. the only time he really has to himself is in the late hours of the night. much like now. he would never admit it, but he feels like a teenage boy with the way he's been obsessing over this porn couple.
good bye are the nights where he scrolls leisurely through twitter in hopes of finding a video to get off to. he thanks whatever entity above for putting your rather amateur video on his feed. the tension through the screen makes him feel as if he himself is there in the room with you and pornstar!sukuna.
like clockwork he's pulling the band of his sweatpants under the heavy weight of his dick. before he knows it, his fingers click on the link in your bio bringing him straight to your live stream. the last thing his lust ridded mind can remember doing is leaning down and letting a fat glob of spit land on his slit. as if it was muscle memory, his thumb is making slow circles on the vein that runs down the side of his member, rough hand squeezing in sync with the way sukuna squeezes your ass. watching a loud spank! fills the room the ripples of your cheek meet the fat of his thighs.
fan!toji is more than ashamed in the way he loathes the pink haired man for having the right to kiss your pillowy lips. the right to move his hands along the curve of your body. its no surprise that you both love each other deeply, and as a viewer, its obvious sukuna puts you first in everything. your pleasure is always his priority but today he's had it with the teasing from the man. work has been tiring him out, and he just really wants to cum before calling it a night.
fan!toji keeps one hand running up and down his cock as the other types away on his laptop. he doesn't even notice the words that fill the chat box, but he knows deep down, he wants to be the one you're making the noise for. he wants to be the one that feels your walls tightening around him. frankly, toji doesn't think sukuna truly knows how lucky he is to have you. so he sends the message quickly as he notices the tell tale sign of your orgasm approaching.
your moans always get a bit whinier when you were close, and maybe it's time for toji to admit that he's a bigger fan that he thinks considering he knows when you're about to come. but right now the only thing on his mind is coming together, with you. so with a few more strokes of his hand, he's letting out a moan feeling the milky substance coat his lower stomach. panting as he comes down from his high, he decides to close the tab after watching the rather soft kiss you and sukuna share. grabbing the spare tissues he keeps by the bed, he cleans himself, pulls his pants back up and calls it a night.
waking up to his son hitting his chest and complaining he's going to be late has become more of a frequent occurrence than he would like to admit. he hasn't even had time to look for a shirt to throw on before the little boy is running out the room and deciding to dress himself for the day. as he leans over to grab his phone from the charger a message greats him.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
if you think you can fuck her so much better, prove it.
