Summary: You’ve always been the third wheel—the “bro,” the girl who never learned how to be soft, growing up wild beside Sukuna and Toji. While you stayed the same in your own eyes, they noticed every way you changed. Familiarity turned charged, protection giving way to desire. You think nothing has changed; That they’re still your boys but something has already shifted.
Content warning: MDNI!!! Slow Burn, Jjk modern country AU, Pairings: Ryomen Sukuna x Toji Fushiguro x Black!reader, poly, threesome, asphyxiation, face fucking, anal, PinV, Double penetration, rimmjng, oral, fingering, squirting, overstim, praise/degredation, dubious consent, size difference, breeding kink (implied), nicknames (darling, doll, baby, etc)
WC: 10k+ (holy shit this is my longest one yet written for a lovely commenter of mine 🫶🏾💗 @sukuchohq happy early birthday!! I hope you love it 🥹)
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The town of hollow creek sprawled out like a faded post card under the relentless southern sun—rows of of weathered shotgun houses with peeling paint, dirt roads that kicked up red dust clouds behind pick up trucks, and fields of cotton and corn stretching the horizon. It was the kind of place where time moved slow, like syrup in winter. Change came rare here, like rain in August, but when it hit it uprooted everything.
You, Sukuna, and Toji had grown up in this stifling bubble. Your paths crossing early and weaving tight. The three of you were inseparable—three feral kids running wild on the edge of town. You learned early how to work hard, speak plain, and mind your business unless it needed tending to.
You were 11, small but scrappy, solid in a way that came from work instead of sport—skin a deep umber tanned from summers spent working instead of resting, a head full curls you worse loose or pulled into puff without much thought. Usually fitted in hand me down overalls cut off at the knees and a faded tank top boots caked in mud. Clothes were chosen for comfort and longevity, not presentation. You cursed like the truckers who rolled through town, laughed with your whole body, and could outrun both boys across the pasture without breaking a sweat.
Sukuna was impossible to miss. Too big for his age at 13, all sharp smiles and reckless confidence, like the world existed to be conquered. His hair was pink; bright like the azaleas that bloomed every spring along the fence lines. Stubborn and out of place in a town that preferred things muted. Sukuna was anything but. Red eyes that burned with challenge and mischief, always daring someone to tell him no. If there was a bet, a dare, a stupid risk—he was in first, dragging you and Toji behind him like it was his birthright.
Toji was the opposite kind of striking. Quiet. Watchful. Raven hair that fell into his eyes no matter how often he pushed it back, emerald green gaze steady and unsettling in focus. He spoke rarely but when did, it mattered. He’d follow you and Sukuna into whatever dumb idea was brewing, silent until the last second, then drop a single dry comment that made you both crack up. Only you two ever got real words out of him; everyone else got grunts or that same penetrating stare.
You ran wild together, feral and unsupervised claiming the edges of hollow creek as your own. Rolling down hills inside rusted tractor tires until the world spun. Wading through creeks in the thick of summer, splashing water onto hot skin daring each other to go deeper. Sitting shoulder to shoulder on cracked concrete steps, sharing popsicles that stained your tongues bright colors, arguing over who deserves the last bite.
Being together was easy. Natural. Like gravity doing what it was meant to do. You guys never grew apart. You just grew up.
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Hollow creek didn’t change much in the years that followed. Same red dirt roads, same fields bending under the sun; but the three of you did. Slowly. Quietly. In ways that crept up on you without asking permission.
Time worked on Sukuna and Toji the way it worked on the land—slow, unforgiving, and thorough.
Sukuna came back from boyhood like he’d been rebuilt from the ground up. Twenty-one and towering now, six-five thick with muscle. Broad shoulders, heavy chest, arms roped with strength earned under the sun and through sheer stubbornness.
His face told the rest of the story. An aquiline nose gave him a sharp predatory profile and one eye just one now burned red like blood in a fresh cut. The other he’d lost years back, bucked clean off a horse he’d been too stubborn to quit breaking, the kick catching him square in the face. It left him scarred and hollowed on one side, the damage doing nothing but deepen the menace in him.
Toji grew as well. Six three and lean, cut down to sinew and muscle like a blade sharpened too many times. His body was a map of old damage—scars scattered across his skin from fights, work, and things no one ever explained. There was a large cut splitting his top and lower lip, deep, permanent. When you asked once where it came from, he’d just smiled and said, “If I told you, I’d have to kill ya.”
His eyes were the same piercing green they’d always been, bright and unsettling against sun-kissed skin, watching everything without ever giving much back. A straight, perfect nose, plump lips that curved easily into that lazy smirk, like he knew how dangerous he looked and enjoyed letting people forget it for half a second. He moved relaxed, hands loose, posture easy—but it was the kind of ease that came from knowing he could handle whatever came next.
They were men now. Fully, undeniably so.
By the time you were grown-eighteen and solid in a way that had nothing to do with softness anymore; your body filled out like it finally knew you were a girl. Thighs thick from long days on your feet, a waist that curved like an ice cold glass of cola, your chest no longer something you could ignore or flatten beneath loose shirts. Your mama kept buying you “lady clothes” flouncy skirts, blouses with buttons; but you’d hack them up the second her back was turned. You dressed the same. Lived the same. Moved through the world with the same unbothered confidence.
Because Sukuna and Toji noticed.
Not all at once, not dramatically either. It started in fragments—half seconds that lingered too long, silences where there hadn’t been any before.
Hands that hesitated before touching her, then didn’t touch her at all.
The summer deepened, thick and punishing. The afternoon sun beat down on the ranch like it was trying to bake the ground solid. It was one of those brutal late-summer days where the air felt thick enough to chew. You’d spent the morning hauling hay bales, sweat soaking through your faded white tank. By midday, you were done; sticky, miserable, and cranky as hell.
You’d dragged the old sprinkler out from behind the barn like you always had as kids. The hose coughed and sputtered before water finally burst free, arcing wild and bright in the sun.
“Finally” you muttered kicking off your muddied boots. You didn’t look back to see if they were following. You never did.
“C’mon,” you’d said, already sprinting into the spray. “Ain’t no reason to be sufferin’ like this.”
Cold water hit you hard, soaking through your white tank top in seconds. You gasped, then laughed, loud and full bodied spinning straight into the spray like you were nine again.
Your shirt clung to you immediately, heavy and darkened, fabric plastered to skin. Water ran down the slope of your shoulders, traced lines over your chest, your stomach, disappearing into the waistband of your shorts. the dark peaks of your nipples hardening instantly from the cold. They stood out stark against the wet white cotton—pebbled, obvious, impossible to miss.
You wiped your face with the back of your hand and turned to them. “Y’all comin’ or just standin’ there starin’ like fools?”
You ran through the water again, arms lifted curls slicking down against your neck. You wiped your face blinking the water away—and that’s when you noticed the quiet.
Sukuna stood near the fence, hands braced on his hips, head tilted slightly like he was assessing something new. His grin was there, but it wasn’t playful. It was slower. Calculated.
Sukuna’s grin came a beat too late.
“Damn,” he drawled, dragging the word out lazy.
“Didn’t know the show was free.”
You snorted. “Please. Ain’t seen nothin’ you ain’t already.”
That was true—technically.
But it wasn’t the same anymore, and all three of you knew it.
Toji hadn’t moved at all.
He stood in the shade of the barn, broad shoulders still, green eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your laughter taper off. His gaze tracked the way the water ran down your chest, followed the dip of your waist, the flex of your thighs as you shifted your weight. When you caught him looking, his gaze didn’t dart away like it used to. He just held it. Steady. Heavy.
It made something twist low in your stomach, sharp and unfamiliar.
You frowned, glancing down at yourself, then back up at them. “What?” you asked. “Y’all actin’ like I grew a second head.”
Sukuna let out a low huff of a laugh. “Just didn’t expect you to start puttin’ on performances.”
You snorted, slightly puzzled. “Please. Ain’t nothin’ different.”
You turned back into the spray, dismissing the way your skin prickled under their attention.
Behind you, Sukuna’s jaw tightened.
That’s the problem, he thought. You really believe that.
You bent to adjust the sprinkler, water running down your spine, trickling down the smooth apex of your thighs. Continuing like nothing changed.
Toji shifted his stance, subtle, controlled but his body reacted anyway. Heat coiled low and sharp, unwelcome and undeniable twitching in his denim. He folded his arms tighter, like he could restrain himself through sheer force of will.
They looked away before they did something stupid.
Later that evening, the three of you sat on the porch steps like always, sweat still clinging to skin, the air finally cooling enough to breathe. You tore open a popsicle with your teeth and leaned back on your hands, dark legs stretched out.
“That old man has to be up to some shady shit, there’s no way—“
You sucked the melting ice down without thinking, plump lips closing around it slow, distracted. Juice ran down your wrist, wet, sticky, and bright against your skin.
Sakuna stopped talking mid sentence.
Toji’s eyes flicked to your mouth before he could stop himself.
You noticed the silence this time.
“….why are yall lookin’ at me like that?” You asked brows knit together in confusion.
Sukuna tilted his head, red eyes glinting. “Like what?”
Huffin in frustration you turned to Toji. “You too.”
He swallowed gaze dropping to your hand. “You’re making a mess.”
“So?” You lifted your wrist and licked it clean, quick and careless. “Ain’t your porch.”
Sukuna exhaled through his nose, something dark and amused curling in his chest. He leaned closer, elbows resting on his knees, invading your space just enough that you flinched.
“You do a lotta things,” he said lightly, “without thinkin’ how they look.”
His eyes met yours, sharp and unblinking. “Us.”
You shifted, unease curling low in your stomach. “Since when do y’all care?”
Toji finally spoke, voice quiet but firm. “Since you stopped bein’ a kid.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
You laughed it off, too quick. “Y’all are ridiculous.”
But neither of them laughed with you.
Sukuna reached out then; slow, deliberate, and wiped his thumb along your wrist where juice still clung. His touch lingered half a second too long.
You pulled your hand back, staring at him. “The fuck was that?”
Sukuna smiled, all teeth and patience. “Relax. Just helpin’.”
Toji watched your reaction closely, memorizing it. The stiffening of your shoulders. The way your eyes searched their faces now, wary.
She’s startin’ to see it, he realized. Too late.
You stood abruptly, heart thudding. “I’m headin’ inside.”
Neither of them stopped you.
But as you walked away, you could feel it—two pairs of eyes on your back, heavy and intent, like hands you couldn’t shake.
For the first time in your life, being between them didn’t feel safe.
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Life went on the way it always had—work, heat, long evenings spent killing time on porches and tailgates. You kept dressing the same, moving the same, laughing loud and free like nothing had shifted beneath your feet.
So when Sukuna suggested the old drive-in one Friday night, you didn’t think twice.
The drive-in sat just past the edge of town, the screen cracked and ghostly against the sky, weeds creeping through the gravel like the place was being reclaimed inch by inch. Folks still came on weekends, Trucks lined up crooked, radios crackling with tinny sound.
Toji drove. His pickup rumbled steady beneath you, the cab warm even with the windows down. You sat in the middle, like you always had, knees brushing both of theirs when the road dipped. Sukuna lounged to your right, one arm slung lazily across the back of the seat. Toji’s presence pressed solid and quiet at your left.
You’d dressed different tonight.
A yellow babydoll dress—soft, light, catching the breeze. Ruffled straps sat on your shoulders, The square neckline dipped just enough to show the shape of you when you breathed. Your legs were bare, feet tucked up on the seat, shoes kicked off and forgotten somewhere in the truck bed. Your hair was slicked back into a low bun, edges neat, lip gloss catching the light when you smiled.
You felt good.
Pretty, even.
They noticed immediately.
Sukuna’s eyes dragged over you slow and appreciative. “Well damn,” he said, amused. “Look at you.”
You rolled your eyes, but heat crept up your neck. “Shut up.”
Toji said nothing. He just adjusted his grip on the wheel, knuckles whitening briefly, jaw set.
She don’t dress like this, he thought.
She knew what she was doin’. Or maybe she didn’t.
That uncertainty dug under his skin worse than intention ever could.
The movie started, sound crackling through the speaker hooked to the window. The night was thick, humid, smelling like cut grass and gasoline. Fireflies blinked in the dark.
His knee pressed into your thigh, deliberate but subtle. His hand followed, settling on your thigh like it belonged there. His thumb traced an absent circle, lazy, unbothered.
Toji’s hand came up next—just a brush at first, fingers skimming the back of your neck where your hair left skin exposed. You sucked in a breath before you could stop yourself. It was light, almost thoughtless. Like he’d done a hundred times before.
Your heart kicked harder, heat crawling up your spine. The cab felt smaller, air thick and close, your skin suddenly too sensitive to every point of contact.
You glanced between them, “yall good?”
Sukuna chuckled, low. Hand still caressing your thigh. “Just gettin’ comfortable, doll.”
The word made something spark unpleasantly in your chest.
Toji’s hand slid from your neck, then without warning, curled there again, firmer this time. Not rough. Not gentle either. Just there. Possessive in a way that made your pulse jump.
He leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed your ear.
He said your name. “Y/N.” It came out deep gravelly curling somewhere deep.
Serious. Grounded. Like he needed you to hear it.
You laughed, a little breathless, eyes dropping to the floorboard. “What?”
Your breath came shallow, uneven, chest rising too fast for the space you were in.
Toji’s hand was still at the nape of your neck when he spoke again.
“You know we want you,” he said.
The words landed low and heavy, sinking straight through you. Your body reacted before your mind could catch up—a full tremor running through you, sharp and involuntary. You felt a sharp, pulsing ache bloom between your thighs. Your fingers curled into the hem of your dress as if to anchor yourself.
You lifted your eyes to him.
Toji was looking at you like he’d already made peace with this moment. Green gaze steady, unflinching, pinned on you with a seriousness that made your stomach drop.
You swallowed hard, pulse roaring in your ears. “You—” A shaky laugh escaped you. “Y’all are messin’ with me.”
You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, feeling the way your pulse was thrumming in your throat, in your wrists, and deep in your belly. You felt slick, honey-heavy, and completely exposed.
Sukuna’s fingers tightened on your thigh. His thumb didn't just circle your thigh anymore; it hooked into the hem of your dress, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
“No,” he said softly. “We ain’t.”
The cab felt unbearably hot now. The vinyl seat stuck to your skin, the air thick with the sound of your breathing. Your heart hammered so hard it felt like it might give you away.
“Look at me and say it," Sukuna challenged, his voice a low, gravelly hum. Beneath the denim of his jeans, you could see the hard, unmistakable ridge of his arousal pressing against his fly—unyielding and hungry. "Tell us you don't feel it”
Toji leaned closer, forehead nearly touching yours. “You feel it,” he murmured. “Don’t lie.”
Your lips parted. No words came out.
The truth of it hit harder than anything else.
Toji didn't move his hand from your neck, but his thumb traced the line of your jaw, eyes staring into your soul. His own breathing was shallow, his broad chest rising and falling in a jagged rhythm. His jeans were strained, body wound tight like a spring.
Toji leaned in once more, breath hot against your ear. “Just say the word baby”
The silence stretched, thick and electric. Your body felt too awake, nerves buzzing, breath caught somewhere high in your chest.
But the realization settled in with terrifying clarity—you didn’t want to.
Your voice came out quiet, shaky. “If I say yes…”
“…then we’re going to take you, tonight no running,” Toji finished. Calm. Certain.
Both of them reacted at once—Sukuna letting out a low, broken moan under his breath, Toji’s grip tightening like he needed something solid to hold onto.
His hand slid from your neck to your jaw, tilting your face up with unmistakable intent. He didn’t rush it. Gave you a heartbeat, just one, to pull away.
His mouth met yours deep and unyielding, a kiss that swallowed the breath from your lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It was controlled, grounding, like he’d been holding this back for far too long.
You tasted the faint bitterness of cheap whiskey and the salt of his skin. His tongue swept into your mouth, deep and demanding, slick and hot as it tangled with yours. Your hands came up instinctively, clutching his shirt, the world narrowing down to heat and pressure and the way his presence filled you completely.
The sound of it was wet, obscene. The sliding of his tongue against yours and the messy, desperate suction of your tongue echoed loudly in the quiet cab.
You let out a muffled whimper into his mouth, your fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders. You felt his body jump, a low growl vibrating from his chest into your own.
When he pulled back, your lips were swollen and slick breath ragged and hanging open as you fought for air.
Sukuna didn’t give you time to recover.
He cupped your face with both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, eyes burning with something dark and intense. “My turn.”
His kiss was different; Hungrier, all sharp edges and teasing pressure, mouth coaxing and claiming in equal measure. He nipped at your bottom lip, his tongue darting out to lick the sting away before plunging back in.
He tasted like heat. The way his tongue moved was deliberate, swirling against yours with a technique that made your toes curl and your head fall back against the seat. You melted into it despite yourself, a soft sound slipping from your throat before you could stop it.
When he finally pulled away, you were dizzy, pupils blown, heart racing, with skin on fire. He looked down at his own lap, cock straining against the material. "See what you do to us, Y/N?" he rasped, his voice breaking.
Toji reached out, his hand ghosting over the curve of your hip, his knuckles brushing the fabric of your dress. He didn't say another word. He just turned the key, the engine's roar vibrating through the floorboards.
Nothing was going to be the same after tonight.
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The truck rumbled to a stop in front of Sukuna’s farmhouse, engine ticking as it cooled in the humid night air. The ride back had been silent—thick, electric silence broken only by the occasional bump in the road or the scrape of a shoe against the floorboard. No one spoke, no one needed to. The kisses at the drive-in had cracked something open, and now the tension sat heavy in your lap like a live wire.
Toji killed the engine. Sukuna swung his legs out first, boots hitting the dirt with a soft thud. Without a word, he rounded the truck, yanked open your door, and lifted you easily under the arms, like you weighed nothing at all. Your bare feet touched the cool ground, the hem of your dress fluttering in the warm night breeze.
Toji followed, locking the truck behind him, green eyes never leaving you.
They walked you to the front door, Sukuna’s arm snug around your waist, Toji’s hand resting at the small of your back. The porch light buzzed overhead, casting long shadows that stretched across the boards. The key slid into the lock with a soft click, the door swinging open.
Inside, the door shut behind you.
The air was cooler here, faintly scented with pine cleaner and the lingering smoke from Sukuna’s last cigarette. The living room was dark, only the pale glow of the moon filtering through the windows.
No lights, no noise—just the three of you.
You could feel them. The weight of Sukuna’s gaze on your side, Toji’s intensity pressing at your back. Your pulse hammered in your ears, shallow and uneven, as if the quiet itself had a pulse and it matched yours. You took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to steady yourself, but the air felt thick, warm, and heavy, like it carried the memory of the drive-in with it.
Sukuna was fast. His hands were on you before you could draw a full breath. His hands hooked under the hem of your baby doll dress, the soft yellow fabric bunching in his large calloused hands. In one fluid motion he flipped it up and over your head. The fabric caught briefly on your bun, then slid free, leaving you bare except for the soaked cotton panties clinging to your hips.
No bra. Your breasts spilled out heavy; dark nipples already tight from the cool air and the anticipation of what’s to come.
Sukuna’s single crimson eye drank you in like he was starving. “No bra,” he growled, voice low and reverent. “Knew it, Just waiting for us to see you.” Sukuna murmured, his voice a dark, satisfied purr.
Toji was already behind you, fingers hooking the waistband of your panties. He dragged them down slow, deliberate, letting the wet fabric peel away from your skin with a soft, sticky sound. The cotton was drenched, clinging to your folds before snapping free.
“God, Y/N,” Toji rasped, his voice vibrating against your core. “Soaked through, knew you were fucking dripping.”
You stood there naked, trembling, heart slamming against your ribs. The front hallway felt too small, too quiet, their presence filling every inch of space around you.
Sukuna stepped in close—6’5 of solid muscle pressed to your back, he filled his hands with your breasts, fingers sinking into the soft heavy weight of them. He began to massage them with a rhythmic, bruising pressure, thumbs flicking over your dark nipples until a sharp, needy ache radiated down to your core.
“These are perfect,” he said, voice almost reverent. “Heavy. Soft. Been dreamin’ about gettin’ my mouth on ’em since the day you grew ’em.”
He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth. Hot, wet suction that made your knees buckle. His tongue swirled rough circles, teeth grazing just enough to sting. His other hand massaged the neglected breast, rolling the nipple between calloused fingers, pinching lightly, tugging. The dual sensation shot straight to your core, sharp, sweet, making your thighs clench and fresh slick drip down your inner thigh.
Toji’s fingers traced the curve of your belly, his rough callouses catching on your skin. He didn't go for the prize immediately. He kissed his way down your stomach, leaving hot, wet trails on your skin. He nipped at your hip bones, his teeth marking the soft flesh of your inner thighs, making you whimper and arch your back.
You were shaking overwhelmed, dizzy, every touch amplified by the beer haze and the years of tension finally snapping. Your hands flew to Sukuna’s pink tufts, fingers tugging gently, trying to steady yourself.
Sukuna groaned against your breast—deep, primal—before releasing it with a wet pop. his own arousal leaking a dark stain through his jeans as he watched Toji worship you. Sukuna swapped places with him, unable to contain himself. He kissed down your sternum, slow, deliberate open-mouthed, leaving a trail of heat. His hands slid to your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. He dropped to his knees in front of you. 6’5 frame folding like he was worshipping at an altar.
He looked up at you single eye dark, glinting with something feral and revenant. “Fuck,” he breathed, voice hoarse. “Look at this pussy. Pretty. Swollen. Drippin’ for us.”
He spread you open with his thumbs gentle but firm; baring your clit and folds to the cool air. You whimpered, thighs trembling. He leaned in nose brushing your clit and inhaled deep, slow, like he was memorizing the scent. His groan was guttural, almost pained. “Smells so goddamn good,” he muttered. “So sweet, mine.”
His tongue was hot, flat, rough; dragging a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. The texture was overwhelming a coarse drag over your oversensitive bud, making your hips jerk hard. He didn’t tease; he devoured. Lips sealed around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with firm, pulsing suction that made your vision white out. His tongue flicked fast underneath quick, merciless little lashes while he sucked harder, pulling the swollen pearl deeper.
Toji was right there, stepping back into your space, his hands moving to your breasts to continue where Sukuna left off. He pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he watched Sukuna work. You screamed raw and broken back bowing so violently Toji had to hold you up. It was too much, too intense, the suction bordering on pain, the pleasure so sharp it felt like it was ripping you open.
He added a finger thick, rough, pushing in slow alongside his tongue. The stretch was brutal your walls fluttering helplessly around him, still spasming from the earlier orgasm. You’d never had anything inside like this—his middle finger alone was longer than your own, thicker too, the calloused knuckle scraping gently against your walls as he pushed in to the first joint, then deeper.
Your nails dug into Toji’s bicep crescents biting deep into the hard muscle while your other hand flew to Sukuna’s hair, tugging hard at the pink strands. A broken gasp tore from your throat. “Wait—fuck—it’s too much—”
“Shhh,” Toji soothed against your temple, but there was no mercy in it. His mouth found your neck hot, open kisses trailing down to the hollow of your throat, then teeth grazing. He sucked hard pulling a bruise to the surface then bit down just enough to sting. Your back arched, pushing your breast further into his palm. He rewarded you with a slow lick over the mark.
The dual assault made your vision blur.
Sukuna’s finger curled inside you slow at first, testing, exploring then hooked upward with deliberate pressure. The pad of his finger pressed against a spongy, raised spot deep inside, one you’d never reached yourself. The sensation hit like lightning sharp, electric, making your whole body jolt. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat, his name spilling out in a slurred, desperate cry: “K-Kuna—ghh!”
Sukuna froze for a split second then his eye widened, glinting with something dark and triumphant. “Fuck,” he breathed, voice low and velvet. “That’s it, huh? Right there doll? That’s the spot?”
He didn't give you a second to answer. He curled his finger again relentless, precise. Rubbing that swollen ridge over and over, slow drags at first, then faster, harder, pressing in deep circles that made your walls spasm violently around him.
The pressure built fast too fast an intense, unfamiliar fullness low in your belly, like something was swelling, pushing, demanding release. It felt like you needed to pee, but deeper, hotter, more urgent. Your thighs shook, hips jerking away instinctively even as your pussy clenched harder around his finger.
“Stop—fuck—Kuna, stop,” you gasped, voice cracking with panic. “Somethin’s—somethin’s wrong—it feels funny—I can’t—”
Toji leaned in, his sweat-slicked forehead pressing against yours. His hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks, forcing you to look into his steady, intense eyes.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Toji commanded, his voice a low, grounding rumble. He looked down at Sukuna, who was only working harder, his fingers buried deep and moving like a blur. Then Toji looked back at you. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t fight it. Just let go. Give it to us.
“Nah,” Sukuns growled “You’re gonna take it. Gonna make you feel every fuckin’ thing. Let it happen, darlin’.”
The pressure peaked. You felt your internal muscles seize around Sukuna’s fingers, a sharp, electric tension snapping through your entire body. You tried to pull away, but Toji held you firm, his thumbs stroking your jaw. Sukuna’s hair was fisted tight in your hand, pulling him closer even as you sobbed, “Please—stop—I’m gonna—fuck—”
“Let go, Y/N,” Toji whispered.
A high, shattered cry tore from your throat as your body buckled. A hot, wet gush erupted squirting in forceful pulses, soaking Sukuna’s hand, face and chest as you squirted over his moving fingers. Your hips jerked uncontrollably, thighs shaking, vision spotting white as the release tore through you in wave after blinding wave. It wasn’t just an orgasm; it was a flood messy, uncontrollable, leaving you gasping, trembling, utterly wrecked.
Sukuna didn't pull away. He stayed there, licking every drop of you off his lips with a low, broken moan of triumph. “Fuck—yes. Look at that. Squirtin’ all over my fingers like a good girl. Knew you had it in ya.” He looked up, his face glistening, eyes burning with dark satisfaction.
Toji released your nipple with a wet pop, kissing up your neck to murmur against your ear. “That’s our girl. Makin’ such a mess for us. So fuckin’ pretty when you lose it.”
You were limp, sobbing, shaking, slick dripping down your thighs helpless under their hands.
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Sukuna didn’t give you a chance to find your feet as he began carrying you down the narrow hallway toward the master bedroom. He scooped you up like you weighed nothing, one arm under your knees, the other cradling your back, your bare body pressed flush against his clothed chest. Your arms looped instinctively around his neck, face buried in the crook of his neck , breathing in the scent of him: clean sweat, faint iron from the butcher shop, and something darker, smokier, like cedar and gunpowder. Your legs dangled, still trembling from the hallway, slick cooling on your inner thighs.
Toji followed close behind boots heavy on the hardwood locking the front door with a quiet click that felt final.
Sukuna carried you straight to his room at the end of the hall. The door was already half-open; he shouldered it wider and stepped inside.
The room smelled like him stronger here, concentrated. Old wood, sun-warmed linen, a faint trace of motor oil from the tools he kept on the dresser. The bed was unmade dark sheets rumpled, a single pillow shoved against the headboard. A cracked window let in the night breeze, carrying the scent of cut grass and distant hay.
The walls were bare except for a single shelf of old vinyl records and a faded poster of some vintage muscle car pinned above the dresser. No clutter. Just functional, lived-in, masculine in a way that made your stomach flip.
He lowered you onto the bed sheets your deep mahogany skin a stunning contrast against the charcoal linens. The bed was cool against your overheated skin as he stepped back.
You propped yourself on your elbows, chest heaving, eyes wide and glassy. They stood at the foot of the bed, silhouetted against the hallway light.
Sukuna went first. He peeled his shirt off, muscles flexing, tattoos rippling across his chest and arms. The black lines crawled over his pecs, wrapped his biceps, trailed down his ribs in jagged patterns ancient, brutal, beautiful. He was shredded, his muscles corded and hard, with a deep V-line that disappeared into his low-slung jeans.
He shoved those down next cock springing free, heavy and proud. Eight inches, thick from root to tip, uncircumcised foreskin pulled back slightly to reveal the plum-red head already glistening and weeping with a bead of pre-come. Veins stood out along the shaft, deep tan skin flushed darker with arousal. It bobbed with his heartbeat, curving slightly upward, intimidating in its size and readiness.
Your breath caught. Jesus. You’d seen him shirtless before, but never like this..never hard, never for you. Your mouth went dry, thighs pressing together instinctively as a fresh gush of slick leaked out.
Toji was slower; methodical. He tugged his shirt over his head, revealing a body built for violence: broad shoulders, stacked abs, happy trail of dark hair leading straight down from his navel. Scars crisscrossed his skin old knife wounds, bullet grazes, one long slash across his ribs.
He shoved his jeans down next cock springing free, and while slightly shorter at seven inches, he was terrifyingly thick; the girth of a beer can, stretching his skin tight. Circumcised head flushed pale pink against the thick shaft. Trimmed black hair at the base, heavy balls hanging low. It stood rigid, veins bulging, pre-cum already beading at the tip.
You stared heart hammering, mouth watering despite the fear twisting in your gut. They were massive. Beautiful. Terrifying.
Sukuna didn't wait. He climbed onto the bed, his weight making the mattress dip as he crawled toward your face. He grabbed your jaw, his thumb forcing your mouth open wide. “You’ve been staring at it since the truck, doll. Let’s see how that throat handles it.” Toji settled between your thighs, spreading you wide again.
Sukuna gripped your jaw gentle but firm tilting your face up. “Open,” he ordered, voice low and rough.
You did—lips parting, tongue tentative.
He slapped his cock against your tongue once, twice, three times; hot, heavy smacks that left pre-cum strings connecting your mouth to his tip. The scent was overwhelming musky, salty, thick with male arousal. He rutted against your face next dragging the length along your cheek, smearing pre-cum across your skin, groaning low at the sight. “Fuck—look at that. My dick on your pretty face. Been dreamin’ about this.”
Your cheeks burned humiliation and heat twisting together. Your cunt clenched empty, slick dripping onto the sheets.
He pushed in slow head stretching your lips wide, salty taste flooding your mouth. He didn’t stop; inch by thick inch. You felt your throat stretching, the raw, biological urge to gag fighting against the desperate need to please him. He kept feeding you more until your nose pressed to his pubic bone, face flush against him. Your throat convulsed gagging hard, eyes watering instantly. The stretch was brutal jaw aching, throat burning, the size making it impossible to breathe.
Sukuna groaned deep jaw clenched, single eye squeezed shut, head tipped back in ecstasy. “Fuck—your throat. So tight n’ warm Takin’ me like a good little slut.”
He held you there nose buried in his trimmed hair, balls resting against your chin for long seconds. Your vision splotched, lungs burning, panic flaring as black spots danced at the edges. Your hands flew to his thighs, nails digging in, body jerking.
He loved it groaning louder, hips rutting shallowly. “That’s it—choke on it. Tears runnin’ down that pretty face, spit drippin’ all over them tits. Fuckin’ perfect doll.” He held you there, letting you feel the full weight and length of him. When he finally pulled back, you coughed and sputtered, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his cock. You heaved for air—chest rising and falling, tears streaming.
Then he was back thrusting full force, fucking your throat like he owned it. Gags turned wet and sloppy gurgling sounds filling the room, spit bubbling, running in rivers down your chest.
As Sukuna dominated your senses, Toji moved behind you. He grabbed your ankles, dragging you toward him until your hips were flush against him. His cock slick from pre rested heavy against your cunt hot and twitching. “Gonna fill you up, darlin’,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked. “Both of us. You ready for that?”
Toji leaned over you hands spreading your thighs wider, thumbs parting your folds again. He lined up plum-red tip nudging your entrance and pushed in slow. He didn't rush. the sheer girth of him making you let out a muffled whimper on Sukunas cock. You felt a sharp, stinging stretch, the sensation of being filled to the absolute limit.
“Easy, baby,” Toji rumbled, his voice a low vibration you felt in your bones. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
His girth was obscene thicker than Sukuna’s fingers, wider than anything you’d ever taken. He pushed deeper, his can-sized girth stretching your walls to the limit. Your walls fluttered desperately, trying to accommodate him. Inch by thick inch, he sank deeper slow, controlled, giving you time to adjust even as his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. He reached the back, hitting your cervix with a dull thud that made your entire body jerk.
“God, you’re so warm.” Toji groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. “Feels s’good, fucking love this pussy.”
He began to move, a slow, agonizingly deep grind his length pressing against every sensitive spot. Every time he pulled back and pushed in, he hit that sweet spot Sukuna had found earlier. Your pussy fluttered helplessly, slick gushing around him, easing the way even as the stretch ached deep.
Toji bottomed out hips flush to yours, balls resting against your ass. He stilled letting you feel him throbbing hot and heavy inside you. “That’s it, sugar,” he rasped. “Takin’ me so good. Look at you—stretched wide around my cock. Fuckin’ perfect.”
Toji’s pace picked up. The slow grinds turned into heavy, rhythmic thrusts. He reached out and slapped your ass, the sound echoing as he drove himself into you. Toji’s thumb found your clit, rolling over it with a slow, agonizing pressure that sent sparks through your vision.
Sukuna, sensing the rhythm, began to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples and pulling them upward as he continued to fuck your face. he was back thrusting full force, fucking your throat like he owned it. Your throat burned raw, stretched, convulsing around his length with every deep thrust. The scent of him musky, salty filled your nose every time he bottomed out. Terror twisted in your gut lowkey afraid he’d never let you breathe but your cunt gushed harder, thighs slick, body betraying you with every helpless spasm.
The room was a symphony of wet friction and heavy breathing. You were being pulled in two directions the base of your skull vibrating from Sukuna’s depth, and your core being utterly filled by Toji’s girth.
Toji’s thrusts deepened slow at first, letting you adjust, then harder hips snapping, balls slapping your ass with every stroke. pulling out almost to the tip, then sinking back in with deliberate, controlled thrusts. Each drag pulled a fresh gush of slick, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. His girth dragged against every sensitive spot, the curved head bumping your g-spot with every stroke, the pressure building fast. “Feel that?” he growled. “How deep I am? Hittin’ that spot over and over. Gonna make you squirt again, sugar.”
The dual stimulation was brutal girth stretching you wide sending sparks up your spine. Your hips bucked chasing, retreating overwhelmed. Toes curled so hard your calves cramped.
Sukuna fondled your breasts squeezing, pinching, rolling your nipples while he fucked into you pre-cum dripping down your chin. “Look at her,” he murmured. “Takin’ Toji’s cock like she was born for it. Pussy grippin’ him so tight—bet she’s gonna come again soon.”
Toji’s hand was relentless on your clit, rolling it in tight circles. “Come for us,” he growled. “Come on my cock while he fucks your throat.”
The orgasm hit like a wavewalls clamping vise-tight around Toji’s girth, slick gushing in hot pulses as your body seized. Your screams muffled by Sukunas length taking your throat. Toji groaned hips stuttering thrusting deep one last time as he came hot spurts flooding you, leaking out around his cock in thick rivulets.
Sukuna followed hips stuttering. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum.”
He held you flush nose buried, balls tight against your chinas he came. Thick ropes shot down your throat hot, salty, endless. Your vision splotched again black spots dancing, lungs screaming but he didn’t let go until every pulse was spent.
“Swallow it,” Sukuna demanded, his voice a dark rasp. “Good girl. Take it all.
He pulled out slow cock glistening with spit and cum.
You gasped choking, coughing, heaving for air. Spit and cum dripped from your lips, running down your chin. You all collapsed to the bed in unison. Sukuna to the front Toji at your back
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The room was dim, lit only by the low amber glow of the bedside lamp and the faint city light slipping through half-closed blinds. Your curls were already a wild halo around your head some strands sticking to your sweat-damp forehead, others bouncing softly every time your body jolted. Sukuna and Toji had you cradled between them on the king bed, skin against skin, no rush in their movements now that the frantic edge had dulled into something slower, heavier, more deliberate.
Sukunas cock rested hot against your inner thigh, the thick appendage bobbing back to life. He didn’t put it in. Not yet. Instead he dragged the velvety underside along your slick folds in long, lazy strokes, letting you feel every ridge, every vein, coating himself in you while he watched your face.
“You’re shaking already,” he murmured, voice low and almost gentle, one big hand cupping the back of your neck to keep your eyes on his. His thumb brushed over the tight coil of one curl, tugging lightly just to feel it spring back. “Breathe for me, baby. We’ve got all night.”
Toji was behind you, chest pressed to your back, thick arms caging you in without crushing. His cock now hot and heavy already leaking against the small of your back. He wasn’t in a hurry either. One hand splayed over your beast rolling a pebbled nipple. While the other slid down to part your folds for Sukuna’s slow teasing glides.
“Fuck, look how wet she is,” Sukuna rumbled against your ear, lips brushing the shell. Hands splayed on your waist dragging you steadily along his length. Hand around your neck as he squeezed the spot where your pulse hammered. “Fucking soaking my dick already.”
You whimpered, hips twitching forward into Sukuna’s cock and back against Toji’s at the same time caught in the middle, needy and overwhelmed in the best way. Sukuna finally notched himself at your entrance, just the fat head pressing in, stretching that first tight ring of muscle. He didn’t thrust just held there, letting you feel the slow, inexorable burn of him sinking in one careful inch at a time.
“Easy,” he breathed, kissing the corner of your mouth when you gasped. “Take me slow. Let your pussy open up for me.”
Toji’s hand slid lower, two thick fingers circling your clit in slow, slippery rings while Sukuna worked himself deeper halfway now, the stretch making your thighs tremble. Every time you clenched around him, Sukuna groaned low in his throat, hips rocking in tiny, shallow pulses to help you adjust. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush to yours, you could feel the blunt head pressed right up against your cervix, filling you so completely you couldn’t breathe.
“Good girl,” Sukuna praised, voice rough but warm. He kissed you then slow, deep, tongue sliding against yours while he stayed buried to the hilt, letting you adjust to the sheer girth splitting you open.
Toji shifted, guiding your leg up and over Sukuna’s hip so you were spread wider. Toji slid lower on the mattress, thick calloused hands spreading your ass cheeks apart without preamble. His tongue dragged a slow, filthy stripe from your dripping cunt up to your rim, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. You jolted, a broken whimper escaping as he ate you out from behind with obscene patience. Licking deep, sucking softly, then pressing the flat of his tongue until your hole started to soften and relax under the wet, insistent pressure.
“Fuck—Toji—” Your voice cracked.
He only hummed against you, the vibration making your hips buck. One thick finger joined his tongue, sliding in beside it, then a second, scissoring slowly while he kept licking. Stretching. Preparing. Every twist of his fingers made you clench, only for him to push deeper, opening you up with that deliberate, almost cruel leisure.
Sukuna watched the whole thing with predatory stillness, his thrusts halting as Toji prepped you. When Toji finally pulled back, your hole was flushed and slick, winking slightly from the stretch.
“Think she’s ready for both of us now?” Toji asked, voice rough with lust, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Sukuna’s grin split wide. “She better be.”
Toji’s cock pressed hot and insistent against your rim still slick from when he’d spent long minutes eating you out back there, tongue and fingers working you open until you were soft and pliant. He didn’t push in yet. Instead he rubbed the thick head in slow circles over your hole, letting the precum smear and ease the way.
“Gonna take us both again,” Toji murmured, voice gravelly. “Nice and slow this time. Wanna feel every inch stretch you.”
When Toji finally started to sink inside, it was careful agonizingly so. He worked the fat head past that first ring, pausing when you whimpered at the stretch, kissing along your shoulder and whispering, “Breathe, pretty. Relax for me.” Sukuna stayed still, buried deep in your cunt, letting you feel the way Toji’s cock slid in alongside his rubbing together through that thin wall, the friction so intense your eyes rolled back.
“Fuck,” Sukuna hissed, forehead pressed to yours. “Feel that? Feel how tight you are around both of us?”
Toji bottomed out with a low groan, hips flush to your ass. For a long moment they just held there letting you feel the overwhelming fullness, the way their cocks pressed against each other inside you, every tiny shift sending sparks up your spine. Then they moved.
Not hard. Not brutal. Just deep, rolling thrusts. Sukuna pulling out while Toji pushed in, then switching, a slow, filthy seesaw that dragged against every sensitive spot at once. Your curls stuck to your damp cheeks; Sukuna brushed them back tenderly, kissing your temple, your jaw, murmuring soft filth against your skin.
“You’re doing so good,” he said, voice wrecked. “Taking us both so fucking perfectly.”
Sukunas big hand slid up to wrap loosely around your throat not squeezing, just holding, thumb stroking the underside of your jaw. Toji’s on the other hand slid between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles over your clit in time with their thrusts.
Sukuna had hit that spongy spot deep inside the one that made your toes curl and your breath hitch he paused, grinding against it in a slow circle. It felt like electricity sparking from your core, a deep, throbbing pressure that built with each subtle shift.
“Fuck, right there," you gasped, your curls brushing against his tattooed shoulder as you clung to him. The dual pressure was insane: Sukuna's girth bullying that sweet spot in your cunt relentlessly, while Toji's thickness dragged against the sensitive walls of your ass, every vein and ridge creating sparks where they pressed together inside you. It was like being split open in the best way, every nerve ending alight, your body trembling from the overstimulation.
Tojis fingers continued their relentless assault on your clit. Pinching and rolling it through his fingers rubbing in firm, slow circles that matched their pace. "Feel us both in you?" he growled, eyes dark with hunger but softened by the way he watched your face. "Gonna make you squirt this time—drench us while we fuck you full."
"That's it, take it," he rasped, breath hot against your neck. Their thrusts picked up a fraction, still careful but deeper, the head of his cock nudging that spot in your ass until it felt like liquid fire spreading through your veins.
Your core tightened, a pressure building low in your belly like a dam about to burst. "I—fuck, it's too much—" you whimpered, body arching between them. Their thrusts turned brutal, long deep strokes knocking the back of you with every thrust. Your legs began to spasm loosing the ability to speak as they pounded you for all your worth.
"Let go," Sukuna commanded, his thrusts turning sharper, hitting your g-spot with to me curling precision while Toji’s fingers worked your clit faster. The dual assault pushed you over the edge.
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave. You squirted hard, clear fluid gushing around Sukuna's cock in rhythmic spurts, soaking his shaft and dripping down to where Toji was buried in your ass. The sensation was euphoric, your walls spasming wildly around both of them, milking them in violent contractions. Your vision blurred, a high-pitched cry tearing from your throat as the liquid splashed against their hips, the sheets, everything.
They groaned in unison, the tight, fluttering grip pushing them closer. Sukuna's rhythm faltered first he thrust deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came, hot ropes of cum flooding your cunt in thick pulses. You could feel it: the warmth spreading, his cock twitching against your womb, emptying everything he had while your walls still clenched from the aftershocks.
Sukunas hand on your throat tightened just a fraction in his pleasure, then loosened as he rode it out with slow, grinding rolls.
Toji followed seconds later, hips slamming forward as he unloaded into your ass his release just as copious, the heat of it filling you up, seeping around his thickness. “Fucking take it—god baby.” Toji moaned brokenly into your neck biting down on your collar bone surely a bruise.
You collapsed between them, boneless and gasping, the overwhelming fullness lingering even as they softened inside you.
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The room fell into a heavy, ringing silence, broken only by the rhythmic creak of the floorboards as the house settled and the ragged, synchronization of three sets of lungs fighting for air.
They had gathered you close, Sukunas arms wrapping around your waist while Toji pressed against your back, their hands stroking your sides, your curls, murmuring soft words of praise.
Toji cupped your face thumbs brushing your tears. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Took us so well.”
Sukuna leaned down kissing your forehead, almost gentle. “Ours now, sugar. All ours.”
The room fell into a heavy, ringing silence, broken only by the rhythmic creak of the floorboards as the house settled and the ragged, synchronization of three sets of lungs fighting for air.
Sukuna was the first to move, pulling out first slow, careful, cum leaking from your cunt in a thick trail followed by Toji, who kissed your shoulder as more spilled from your ass.
Sukuna sat up, the shadows of the room playing over the ink on his skin. He looked down at you, his expression stripped of its usual mocking edge, replaced by something dark, quiet, and intensely proprietary. He reached out, his thumb tucking a loose curl behind your ear with a tenderness that felt almost foreign coming from him.
"Look at you," Sukuna murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "Wrecked."
You couldn't find your voice yet. Your throat felt raw, and your body was humming with a lingering, low-voltage electricity. You just blinked up at him, your eyes still slightly glassy.
Toji shifted, reaching for a glass of water he’d left on the nightstand and holding it to your lip.
The cool water felt like heaven against your parched throat. As you drank, Sukuna stood up, his massive, tattooed frame moving silently across the cedar floors. He returned a moment later with a basin of warm water and a soft cloth. He sat on the edge of the mattress, his presence grounding and heavy.
The aftercare was methodical and silent. Sukuna began to wash you, his large hands surprisingly careful as he wiped the traces of the night from your deep brown skin—the seed from your neck, the dampness from your breasts, and the evidence of both of them from your thighs. Toji didn't let go of you, his arm a solid weight across your waist, his thumb tracing absent circles on your hip.
It was a strange, beautiful contrast to the violence of the passion that had just occurred. Here, in the quiet of the farmhouse, with the crickets singing outside and the smell of pine and woodsmoke drifting through the window, the "shift" you had felt earlier finally made sense.
You okay, baby?" Toji asked, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
You finally found your breath, a small, tired smile tugging at your swollen lips. "Yeah," you whispered, the word scratchy but certain. "I'm okay."
Sukuna tossed the cloth aside and laid down on your other side, effectively sandwiching you between them. He pulled the charcoal comforter up over the three of you, his arm draping over Toji’s to lock you in.
"Good," Sukuna grunted, closing his eyes. "Because this wasn't a one-time thing. You're staying right here."
Toji didn't say anything, but the way he pulled you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head, was answer enough.
You closed your eyes, drifting off to the sound of two steady heartbeats, knowing that when the sun came up over the fields, nothing would be the same—and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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This is a work of fanfiction using characters from jujitsu kaisen (sukuna and Toji are owned by their respective creators/studio). No copyright infringement is intended—this is purely for fun and non-profit. The original plot, reader character, and any new elements are mine (@unsocialpixie04). Please do not translate, or reproduce without permission. 18+ for eventual mature themes. 2025-2025
AN: I put my pixussy into this 🙂↔️🫶🏾 so you guys better love it. I’ve never written a trio before so the sex scenes are probably a bit sloppy but I tried my best 😣. Someone requested a fix with Toji and Sukuna and I wanted to do something I hadn’t seen before a slow burn friendship two best friends obsessed with their oblivious tomboy best friend. How could it get any better??? Plus I have a thing for cowboys so do me a favor and imagine them with a thick syrupy accent please 😋.
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