Please Tip Your Server! ‎⋆˙⟡ᝰ.ᐟ

⋆˚࿔ Mixed media Smau, fem reader, modern and restaurant au, fluff and angst, multiple love interest options, college au (kinda?). Inspired by bistro huddy and my waitress fantasy. owner!Gojo, co-owner!Geto, Manager!nanami, Headchef!sukuna, linecook!choso, bartender!shoko, Hostess!utahime, server!reader

Tag list open!!

Main Menu

1. Appetizers Please!

2. On the House

3. Burnt coffee

4. Heating up

Sukuna route unlocked!

Sugar and spice

Closing (new!)

A/n: my first series and I’m super excited!!

The heavy front door clicked open, and before Toji could even kick off his boots, he heard the familiar, frantic thump of fe t on the hardwood.

A second later, you practically threw yourself into his torso.

"Whoa there, princess," Toji grunted, though a lazy smirk immediately pulled at his lips. He caught you effortlessly, one massive hand anchoring around your waist while the other instinctively went to the base of your soft furry ears, giving them a firm, affectionate squeeze.

Your tail was thumping a mile a minute against his thighs, the rhythm echoing your pure, unadulterated joy. It didn't matter if he was gone for two hours or two days; you always welcomed him like he’d just returned from a years-long voyage.

"Missed me that much, huh?" he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right against your chest.

He smelled like rain, cheap convenience store tobacco, and a faint, metallic tang that you’d learned to associate with his "late-night shifts." You knew what he did out there in the dark. You knew about the blood, the cursed energy, and the heavy contracts he carried out. But right now, looking up into his tired, dark eyes, none of that mattered. He was just yourToji. And he was home.

"Look at you, practically vibrating," Toji chuckled, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, letting your sweet, comforting scent wash away the grime of his latest job. The tension in his broad shoulders visibly melted.

He scooped you up entirely, lifting you so your feet dangled, and carried you over to the worn-out living room couch. He collapsed onto the cushions, pulling you right on top of his chest. You curled up instantly, your tail finally slowing to a content, rhythmic wag.

"Good girl," he mumbled, his large, scarred hand sliding up to stroke the length of your back, smoothing down your hair and ears. "Always waiting up for me."

"Because you take too long," you pouted, booping your nose against his jawline.

Toji let out a low laugh, the sound rough and warm. "Had a messy client. Took more clean-up than usual. But I'm all yours now, puppy."

He leaned up just enough to press his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, deep, and laced with a possessive warmth that made your toes curl. His thumb traced your cheekbone, wiping away a stray strand of hair. When he pulled back, he didn't go far, resting his face only inches away from yours, his dark eyes softer than anyone else in the world would ever be allowed to see.

"You eat yet?" he asked, his thumb gently stroking your lower lip.

You shook your head, whining softly, leaning into his touch.

"Figures," he sighed, though his expression was nothing but fond. "C'mon. Let's get some food in you, and then you can sleep right on top of me all night. Deal?"

You barked a soft, happy agreement, nuzzling your face right under his chin. Toji wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding his favorite piece of comfort close, perfectly content to stay right there for a little while longer.

The heavy front door clicked open, and before Toji could even kick off his boots, he heard the familiar, frantic thump of fe t on the hardwood.

A second later, you practically threw yourself into his torso.

"Whoa there, princess," Toji grunted, though a lazy smirk immediately pulled at his lips. He caught you effortlessly, one massive hand anchoring around your waist while the other instinctively went to the base of your soft furry ears, giving them a firm, affectionate squeeze.

Your tail was thumping a mile a minute against his thighs, the rhythm echoing your pure, unadulterated joy. It didn't matter if he was gone for two hours or two days; you always welcomed him like he’d just returned from a years-long voyage.

"Missed me that much, huh?" he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right against your chest.

He smelled like rain, cheap convenience store tobacco, and a faint, metallic tang that you’d learned to associate with his "late-night shifts." You knew what he did out there in the dark. You knew about the blood, the cursed energy, and the heavy contracts he carried out. But right now, looking up into his tired, dark eyes, none of that mattered. He was just yourToji. And he was home.

"Look at you, practically vibrating," Toji chuckled, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, letting your sweet, comforting scent wash away the grime of his latest job. The tension in his broad shoulders visibly melted.

He scooped you up entirely, lifting you so your feet dangled, and carried you over to the worn-out living room couch. He collapsed onto the cushions, pulling you right on top of his chest. You curled up instantly, your tail finally slowing to a content, rhythmic wag.

"Good girl," he mumbled, his large, scarred hand sliding up to stroke the length of your back, smoothing down your hair and ears. "Always waiting up for me."

"Because you take too long," you pouted, booping your nose against his jawline.

Toji let out a low laugh, the sound rough and warm. "Had a messy client. Took more clean-up than usual. But I'm all yours now, puppy."

He leaned up just enough to press his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, deep, and laced with a possessive warmth that made your toes curl. His thumb traced your cheekbone, wiping away a stray strand of hair. When he pulled back, he didn't go far, resting his face only inches away from yours, his dark eyes softer than anyone else in the world would ever be allowed to see.

"You eat yet?" he asked, his thumb gently stroking your lower lip.

You shook your head, whining softly, leaning into his touch.

"Figures," he sighed, though his expression was nothing but fond. "C'mon. Let's get some food in you, and then you can sleep right on top of me all night. Deal?"

You barked a soft, happy agreement, nuzzling your face right under his chin. Toji wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding his favorite piece of comfort close, perfectly content to stay right there for a little while longer.

The heavy front door clicked open, and before Toji could even kick off his boots, he heard the familiar, frantic thump of fe t on the hardwood.

A second later, you practically threw yourself into his torso.

"Whoa there, princess," Toji grunted, though a lazy smirk immediately pulled at his lips. He caught you effortlessly, one massive hand anchoring around your waist while the other instinctively went to the base of your soft furry ears, giving them a firm, affectionate squeeze.

Your tail was thumping a mile a minute against his thighs, the rhythm echoing your pure, unadulterated joy. It didn't matter if he was gone for two hours or two days; you always welcomed him like he’d just returned from a years-long voyage.

"Missed me that much, huh?" he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right against your chest.

He smelled like rain, cheap convenience store tobacco, and a faint, metallic tang that you’d learned to associate with his "late-night shifts." You knew what he did out there in the dark. You knew about the blood, the cursed energy, and the heavy contracts he carried out. But right now, looking up into his tired, dark eyes, none of that mattered. He was just yourToji. And he was home.

"Look at you, practically vibrating," Toji chuckled, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, letting your sweet, comforting scent wash away the grime of his latest job. The tension in his broad shoulders visibly melted.

He scooped you up entirely, lifting you so your feet dangled, and carried you over to the worn-out living room couch. He collapsed onto the cushions, pulling you right on top of his chest. You curled up instantly, your tail finally slowing to a content, rhythmic wag.

"Good girl," he mumbled, his large, scarred hand sliding up to stroke the length of your back, smoothing down your hair and ears. "Always waiting up for me."

"Because you take too long," you pouted, booping your nose against his jawline.

Toji let out a low laugh, the sound rough and warm. "Had a messy client. Took more clean-up than usual. But I'm all yours now, puppy."

He leaned up just enough to press his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, deep, and laced with a possessive warmth that made your toes curl. His thumb traced your cheekbone, wiping away a stray strand of hair. When he pulled back, he didn't go far, resting his face only inches away from yours, his dark eyes softer than anyone else in the world would ever be allowed to see.

"You eat yet?" he asked, his thumb gently stroking your lower lip.

You shook your head, whining softly, leaning into his touch.

"Figures," he sighed, though his expression was nothing but fond. "C'mon. Let's get some food in you, and then you can sleep right on top of me all night. Deal?"

You barked a soft, happy agreement, nuzzling your face right under his chin. Toji wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding his favorite piece of comfort close, perfectly content to stay right there for a little while longer.

The heavy front door clicked open, and before Toji could even kick off his boots, he heard the familiar, frantic thump of fe t on the hardwood.

A second later, you practically threw yourself into his torso.

"Whoa there, princess," Toji grunted, though a lazy smirk immediately pulled at his lips. He caught you effortlessly, one massive hand anchoring around your waist while the other instinctively went to the base of your soft furry ears, giving them a firm, affectionate squeeze.

Your tail was thumping a mile a minute against his thighs, the rhythm echoing your pure, unadulterated joy. It didn't matter if he was gone for two hours or two days; you always welcomed him like he’d just returned from a years-long voyage.

"Missed me that much, huh?" he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right against your chest.

He smelled like rain, cheap convenience store tobacco, and a faint, metallic tang that you’d learned to associate with his "late-night shifts." You knew what he did out there in the dark. You knew about the blood, the cursed energy, and the heavy contracts he carried out. But right now, looking up into his tired, dark eyes, none of that mattered. He was just yourToji. And he was home.

"Look at you, practically vibrating," Toji chuckled, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, letting your sweet, comforting scent wash away the grime of his latest job. The tension in his broad shoulders visibly melted.

He scooped you up entirely, lifting you so your feet dangled, and carried you over to the worn-out living room couch. He collapsed onto the cushions, pulling you right on top of his chest. You curled up instantly, your tail finally slowing to a content, rhythmic wag.

"Good girl," he mumbled, his large, scarred hand sliding up to stroke the length of your back, smoothing down your hair and ears. "Always waiting up for me."

"Because you take too long," you pouted, booping your nose against his jawline.

Toji let out a low laugh, the sound rough and warm. "Had a messy client. Took more clean-up than usual. But I'm all yours now, puppy."

He leaned up just enough to press his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, deep, and laced with a possessive warmth that made your toes curl. His thumb traced your cheekbone, wiping away a stray strand of hair. When he pulled back, he didn't go far, resting his face only inches away from yours, his dark eyes softer than anyone else in the world would ever be allowed to see.

"You eat yet?" he asked, his thumb gently stroking your lower lip.

You shook your head, whining softly, leaning into his touch.

"Figures," he sighed, though his expression was nothing but fond. "C'mon. Let's get some food in you, and then you can sleep right on top of me all night. Deal?"

You barked a soft, happy agreement, nuzzling your face right under his chin. Toji wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding his favorite piece of comfort close, perfectly content to stay right there for a little while longer.

The soft, rhythmic click-clack of your mechanical keyboard was the only sound in the apartment, punctuated occasionally by the scratching of a highlighter against a textbook. It was midterm week, which meant you were fully in your element: oversized glasses slipping down your nose, and surrounded by a fortress of study guides.

You were so dialed into your macroeconomics notes that you didn't even hear the front door click open, or the heavy, familiar footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Suddenly, a massive, tattooed hand descended over your notebook, flatly blocking your view of the page.

"Alright, brat. Eyes off the paper," Sukuna’s deep, gravelly voice echoed right above your ear. He leaned over the back of your desk chair, his chest pressing against your back. He smelled like winter air and the expensive cologne he wore to his business lectures.

"Sukuna, please, I have three more pages to outline," you groaned, trying to peek around his hand.

Before Sukuna could reply, a second shadow loomed over your desk. Toji dropped his gym bag onto the floor with a heavy thud, yawning as he stretched his massive frame. He was still in his gray university athletics hoodie, looking effortlessly rugged. He walked over, casting a glance at your frantic setup.

"Still at it, doll?" Toji murmured, a lazy, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips. "You've been in that exact spot since I left for practice four hours ago."

"I'm fine, really—"

"You're done," Sukuna interrupted flatly. He didn't ask for permission; he simply hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you clean out of the desk chair.

"Hey! Put me down!" you gasped, your face flushing as your legs dangled in the air.

Sukuna didn't budge, carrying you over to the living room couch like you weighed absolutely nothing. He dropped you onto the cushions, and before you could sit up, he leaned down, trapping you beneath him. His four eyes, a chaotic byproduct of his actual appearance that he usually hid with contacts at school, but proudly wore at home gleamed with amusement.

"You're a stubborn little thing, aren't you, princess?" Sukuna murmured, his fingers gently gripping your chin to tilt your face up. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, possessive kiss that tasted faintly of the black coffee he’d had earlier. It was deep and commanding, demanding your full attention until your mind went completely blank, the economics formulas evaporating from your brain.

When he pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected your lips, and your breath was hitched.

"Better," Sukuna smirked, his thumb wiping the corner of your mouth.

"My turn," Toji rumbled. He walked over and unceremoniously wedged his massive body onto the couch next to you, pulling your lower half right into his lap. He reached up, gently plucking the glasses off your face and setting them on the coffee table. "You're squinting, beautiful. Your eyes need a break."

Toji nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his rough stubble scraping pleasantly against your sensitive skin. You let out a soft sigh, your hands automatically finding their way into his dark, messy hair. He kissed up your jawline, slow and deliberate, before capturing your lips in a lazy, warm kiss that felt like pure comfort. Toji’s kisses were always like him, seemingly effortless but completely intoxicating.

You melted completely between them, your previous academic anxiety dissolving into the couch cushions.

"See? Was that so hard?" Toji murmured against your lips, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as his large hands slid under the hem of your oversized sweater, resting warmly against the bare skin of your waist. His touch sent a sudden spike of heat straight down your spine.

"You both are terrible influences," you breathed out, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I'm going to fail."

Sukuna let out a sharp, mocking laugh, shifting so he was lying flush against your other side, his arm draping heavily over your waist, effectively pinning you between two massive, muscular walls of heat.

Sukuna let his fingers trace light, teasing circles on your hip, dangerously close to where Toji’s hands were resting. "But you won't. You're too smart for your own good, nerd."

"He's right," Toji agreed, his thumb stroking your hip bone underneath your sweater, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked down at your flushed face and swollen lips. "But right now, you're off the clock. Understand, sweetheart?"

Caught between Sukuna’s intense, burning gaze and Toji’s heavy, seductive warmth, you couldn't find it in yourself to argue. You let your head sink back into the pillow, your hands resting on Toji’s broad chest while Sukuna’s fingers tangled tangled with yours.

"Fine," you whispered, a small smile finally breaking through. "Just for tonight."

"Good girl," Sukuna murmured, leaning down to claim your lips once more, while Toji’s hands shifted lower, pulling you even closer into the heat of their embrace.

The soft, rhythmic click-clack of your mechanical keyboard was the only sound in the apartment, punctuated occasionally by the scratching of a highlighter against a textbook. It was midterm week, which meant you were fully in your element: oversized glasses slipping down your nose, and surrounded by a fortress of study guides.

You were so dialed into your macroeconomics notes that you didn't even hear the front door click open, or the heavy, familiar footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Suddenly, a massive, tattooed hand descended over your notebook, flatly blocking your view of the page.

"Alright, brat. Eyes off the paper," Sukuna’s deep, gravelly voice echoed right above your ear. He leaned over the back of your desk chair, his chest pressing against your back. He smelled like winter air and the expensive cologne he wore to his business lectures.

"Sukuna, please, I have three more pages to outline," you groaned, trying to peek around his hand.

Before Sukuna could reply, a second shadow loomed over your desk. Toji dropped his gym bag onto the floor with a heavy thud, yawning as he stretched his massive frame. He was still in his gray university athletics hoodie, looking effortlessly rugged. He walked over, casting a glance at your frantic setup.

"Still at it, doll?" Toji murmured, a lazy, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips. "You've been in that exact spot since I left for practice four hours ago."

"I'm fine, really—"

"You're done," Sukuna interrupted flatly. He didn't ask for permission; he simply hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you clean out of the desk chair.

"Hey! Put me down!" you gasped, your face flushing as your legs dangled in the air.

Sukuna didn't budge, carrying you over to the living room couch like you weighed absolutely nothing. He dropped you onto the cushions, and before you could sit up, he leaned down, trapping you beneath him. His four eyes, a chaotic byproduct of his actual appearance that he usually hid with contacts at school, but proudly wore at home gleamed with amusement.

"You're a stubborn little thing, aren't you, princess?" Sukuna murmured, his fingers gently gripping your chin to tilt your face up. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, possessive kiss that tasted faintly of the black coffee he’d had earlier. It was deep and commanding, demanding your full attention until your mind went completely blank, the economics formulas evaporating from your brain.

When he pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected your lips, and your breath was hitched.

"Better," Sukuna smirked, his thumb wiping the corner of your mouth.

"My turn," Toji rumbled. He walked over and unceremoniously wedged his massive body onto the couch next to you, pulling your lower half right into his lap. He reached up, gently plucking the glasses off your face and setting them on the coffee table. "You're squinting, beautiful. Your eyes need a break."

Toji nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his rough stubble scraping pleasantly against your sensitive skin. You let out a soft sigh, your hands automatically finding their way into his dark, messy hair. He kissed up your jawline, slow and deliberate, before capturing your lips in a lazy, warm kiss that felt like pure comfort. Toji’s kisses were always like him, seemingly effortless but completely intoxicating.

You melted completely between them, your previous academic anxiety dissolving into the couch cushions.

"See? Was that so hard?" Toji murmured against your lips, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as his large hands slid under the hem of your oversized sweater, resting warmly against the bare skin of your waist. His touch sent a sudden spike of heat straight down your spine.

"You both are terrible influences," you breathed out, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I'm going to fail."

Sukuna let out a sharp, mocking laugh, shifting so he was lying flush against your other side, his arm draping heavily over your waist, effectively pinning you between two massive, muscular walls of heat.

Sukuna let his fingers trace light, teasing circles on your hip, dangerously close to where Toji’s hands were resting. "But you won't. You're too smart for your own good, nerd."

"He's right," Toji agreed, his thumb stroking your hip bone underneath your sweater, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked down at your flushed face and swollen lips. "But right now, you're off the clock. Understand, sweetheart?"

Caught between Sukuna’s intense, burning gaze and Toji’s heavy, seductive warmth, you couldn't find it in yourself to argue. You let your head sink back into the pillow, your hands resting on Toji’s broad chest while Sukuna’s fingers tangled tangled with yours.

"Fine," you whispered, a small smile finally breaking through. "Just for tonight."

"Good girl," Sukuna murmured, leaning down to claim your lips once more, while Toji’s hands shifted lower, pulling you even closer into the heat of their embrace.

gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…

“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.

For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.

But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.

It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.

Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.

What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.

No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.

"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.

“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.

“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Seems like it…”

Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.

“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.

Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?

You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.

His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.

You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.

It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.

“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.

Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.

“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.

He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.

“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”

The soft, rhythmic click-clack of your mechanical keyboard was the only sound in the apartment, punctuated occasionally by the scratching of a highlighter against a textbook. It was midterm week, which meant you were fully in your element: oversized glasses slipping down your nose, and surrounded by a fortress of study guides.

You were so dialed into your macroeconomics notes that you didn't even hear the front door click open, or the heavy, familiar footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Suddenly, a massive, tattooed hand descended over your notebook, flatly blocking your view of the page.

"Alright, brat. Eyes off the paper," Sukuna’s deep, gravelly voice echoed right above your ear. He leaned over the back of your desk chair, his chest pressing against your back. He smelled like winter air and the expensive cologne he wore to his business lectures.

"Sukuna, please, I have three more pages to outline," you groaned, trying to peek around his hand.

Before Sukuna could reply, a second shadow loomed over your desk. Toji dropped his gym bag onto the floor with a heavy thud, yawning as he stretched his massive frame. He was still in his gray university athletics hoodie, looking effortlessly rugged. He walked over, casting a glance at your frantic setup.

"Still at it, doll?" Toji murmured, a lazy, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips. "You've been in that exact spot since I left for practice four hours ago."

"I'm fine, really—"

"You're done," Sukuna interrupted flatly. He didn't ask for permission; he simply hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you clean out of the desk chair.

"Hey! Put me down!" you gasped, your face flushing as your legs dangled in the air.

Sukuna didn't budge, carrying you over to the living room couch like you weighed absolutely nothing. He dropped you onto the cushions, and before you could sit up, he leaned down, trapping you beneath him. His four eyes, a chaotic byproduct of his actual appearance that he usually hid with contacts at school, but proudly wore at home gleamed with amusement.

"You're a stubborn little thing, aren't you, princess?" Sukuna murmured, his fingers gently gripping your chin to tilt your face up. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, possessive kiss that tasted faintly of the black coffee he’d had earlier. It was deep and commanding, demanding your full attention until your mind went completely blank, the economics formulas evaporating from your brain.

When he pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected your lips, and your breath was hitched.

"Better," Sukuna smirked, his thumb wiping the corner of your mouth.

"My turn," Toji rumbled. He walked over and unceremoniously wedged his massive body onto the couch next to you, pulling your lower half right into his lap. He reached up, gently plucking the glasses off your face and setting them on the coffee table. "You're squinting, beautiful. Your eyes need a break."

Toji nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his rough stubble scraping pleasantly against your sensitive skin. You let out a soft sigh, your hands automatically finding their way into his dark, messy hair. He kissed up your jawline, slow and deliberate, before capturing your lips in a lazy, warm kiss that felt like pure comfort. Toji’s kisses were always like him, seemingly effortless but completely intoxicating.

You melted completely between them, your previous academic anxiety dissolving into the couch cushions.

"See? Was that so hard?" Toji murmured against your lips, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as his large hands slid under the hem of your oversized sweater, resting warmly against the bare skin of your waist. His touch sent a sudden spike of heat straight down your spine.

"You both are terrible influences," you breathed out, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I'm going to fail."

Sukuna let out a sharp, mocking laugh, shifting so he was lying flush against your other side, his arm draping heavily over your waist, effectively pinning you between two massive, muscular walls of heat.

Sukuna let his fingers trace light, teasing circles on your hip, dangerously close to where Toji’s hands were resting. "But you won't. You're too smart for your own good, nerd."

"He's right," Toji agreed, his thumb stroking your hip bone underneath your sweater, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked down at your flushed face and swollen lips. "But right now, you're off the clock. Understand, sweetheart?"

Caught between Sukuna’s intense, burning gaze and Toji’s heavy, seductive warmth, you couldn't find it in yourself to argue. You let your head sink back into the pillow, your hands resting on Toji’s broad chest while Sukuna’s fingers tangled tangled with yours.

"Fine," you whispered, a small smile finally breaking through. "Just for tonight."

"Good girl," Sukuna murmured, leaning down to claim your lips once more, while Toji’s hands shifted lower, pulling you even closer into the heat of their embrace.

The soft, rhythmic click-clack of your mechanical keyboard was the only sound in the apartment, punctuated occasionally by the scratching of a highlighter against a textbook. It was midterm week, which meant you were fully in your element: oversized glasses slipping down your nose, and surrounded by a fortress of study guides.

You were so dialed into your macroeconomics notes that you didn't even hear the front door click open, or the heavy, familiar footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Suddenly, a massive, tattooed hand descended over your notebook, flatly blocking your view of the page.

"Alright, brat. Eyes off the paper," Sukuna’s deep, gravelly voice echoed right above your ear. He leaned over the back of your desk chair, his chest pressing against your back. He smelled like winter air and the expensive cologne he wore to his business lectures.

"Sukuna, please, I have three more pages to outline," you groaned, trying to peek around his hand.

Before Sukuna could reply, a second shadow loomed over your desk. Toji dropped his gym bag onto the floor with a heavy thud, yawning as he stretched his massive frame. He was still in his gray university athletics hoodie, looking effortlessly rugged. He walked over, casting a glance at your frantic setup.

"Still at it, doll?" Toji murmured, a lazy, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips. "You've been in that exact spot since I left for practice four hours ago."

"I'm fine, really—"

"You're done," Sukuna interrupted flatly. He didn't ask for permission; he simply hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you clean out of the desk chair.

"Hey! Put me down!" you gasped, your face flushing as your legs dangled in the air.

Sukuna didn't budge, carrying you over to the living room couch like you weighed absolutely nothing. He dropped you onto the cushions, and before you could sit up, he leaned down, trapping you beneath him. His four eyes, a chaotic byproduct of his actual appearance that he usually hid with contacts at school, but proudly wore at home gleamed with amusement.

"You're a stubborn little thing, aren't you, princess?" Sukuna murmured, his fingers gently gripping your chin to tilt your face up. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, possessive kiss that tasted faintly of the black coffee he’d had earlier. It was deep and commanding, demanding your full attention until your mind went completely blank, the economics formulas evaporating from your brain.

When he pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected your lips, and your breath was hitched.

"Better," Sukuna smirked, his thumb wiping the corner of your mouth.

"My turn," Toji rumbled. He walked over and unceremoniously wedged his massive body onto the couch next to you, pulling your lower half right into his lap. He reached up, gently plucking the glasses off your face and setting them on the coffee table. "You're squinting, beautiful. Your eyes need a break."

Toji nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his rough stubble scraping pleasantly against your sensitive skin. You let out a soft sigh, your hands automatically finding their way into his dark, messy hair. He kissed up your jawline, slow and deliberate, before capturing your lips in a lazy, warm kiss that felt like pure comfort. Toji’s kisses were always like him, seemingly effortless but completely intoxicating.

You melted completely between them, your previous academic anxiety dissolving into the couch cushions.

"See? Was that so hard?" Toji murmured against your lips, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as his large hands slid under the hem of your oversized sweater, resting warmly against the bare skin of your waist. His touch sent a sudden spike of heat straight down your spine.

"You both are terrible influences," you breathed out, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I'm going to fail."

Sukuna let out a sharp, mocking laugh, shifting so he was lying flush against your other side, his arm draping heavily over your waist, effectively pinning you between two massive, muscular walls of heat.

Sukuna let his fingers trace light, teasing circles on your hip, dangerously close to where Toji’s hands were resting. "But you won't. You're too smart for your own good, nerd."

"He's right," Toji agreed, his thumb stroking your hip bone underneath your sweater, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked down at your flushed face and swollen lips. "But right now, you're off the clock. Understand, sweetheart?"

Caught between Sukuna’s intense, burning gaze and Toji’s heavy, seductive warmth, you couldn't find it in yourself to argue. You let your head sink back into the pillow, your hands resting on Toji’s broad chest while Sukuna’s fingers tangled tangled with yours.

"Fine," you whispered, a small smile finally breaking through. "Just for tonight."

"Good girl," Sukuna murmured, leaning down to claim your lips once more, while Toji’s hands shifted lower, pulling you even closer into the heat of their embrace.

The soft, rhythmic click-clack of your mechanical keyboard was the only sound in the apartment, punctuated occasionally by the scratching of a highlighter against a textbook. It was midterm week, which meant you were fully in your element: oversized glasses slipping down your nose, and surrounded by a fortress of study guides.

You were so dialed into your macroeconomics notes that you didn't even hear the front door click open, or the heavy, familiar footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Suddenly, a massive, tattooed hand descended over your notebook, flatly blocking your view of the page.

"Alright, brat. Eyes off the paper," Sukuna’s deep, gravelly voice echoed right above your ear. He leaned over the back of your desk chair, his chest pressing against your back. He smelled like winter air and the expensive cologne he wore to his business lectures.

"Sukuna, please, I have three more pages to outline," you groaned, trying to peek around his hand.

Before Sukuna could reply, a second shadow loomed over your desk. Toji dropped his gym bag onto the floor with a heavy thud, yawning as he stretched his massive frame. He was still in his gray university athletics hoodie, looking effortlessly rugged. He walked over, casting a glance at your frantic setup.

"Still at it, doll?" Toji murmured, a lazy, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips. "You've been in that exact spot since I left for practice four hours ago."

"I'm fine, really—"

"You're done," Sukuna interrupted flatly. He didn't ask for permission; he simply hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you clean out of the desk chair.

"Hey! Put me down!" you gasped, your face flushing as your legs dangled in the air.

Sukuna didn't budge, carrying you over to the living room couch like you weighed absolutely nothing. He dropped you onto the cushions, and before you could sit up, he leaned down, trapping you beneath him. His four eyes, a chaotic byproduct of his actual appearance that he usually hid with contacts at school, but proudly wore at home gleamed with amusement.

"You're a stubborn little thing, aren't you, princess?" Sukuna murmured, his fingers gently gripping your chin to tilt your face up. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, possessive kiss that tasted faintly of the black coffee he’d had earlier. It was deep and commanding, demanding your full attention until your mind went completely blank, the economics formulas evaporating from your brain.

When he pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected your lips, and your breath was hitched.

"Better," Sukuna smirked, his thumb wiping the corner of your mouth.

"My turn," Toji rumbled. He walked over and unceremoniously wedged his massive body onto the couch next to you, pulling your lower half right into his lap. He reached up, gently plucking the glasses off your face and setting them on the coffee table. "You're squinting, beautiful. Your eyes need a break."

Toji nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his rough stubble scraping pleasantly against your sensitive skin. You let out a soft sigh, your hands automatically finding their way into his dark, messy hair. He kissed up your jawline, slow and deliberate, before capturing your lips in a lazy, warm kiss that felt like pure comfort. Toji’s kisses were always like him, seemingly effortless but completely intoxicating.

You melted completely between them, your previous academic anxiety dissolving into the couch cushions.

"See? Was that so hard?" Toji murmured against your lips, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as his large hands slid under the hem of your oversized sweater, resting warmly against the bare skin of your waist. His touch sent a sudden spike of heat straight down your spine.

"You both are terrible influences," you breathed out, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I'm going to fail."

Sukuna let out a sharp, mocking laugh, shifting so he was lying flush against your other side, his arm draping heavily over your waist, effectively pinning you between two massive, muscular walls of heat.

Sukuna let his fingers trace light, teasing circles on your hip, dangerously close to where Toji’s hands were resting. "But you won't. You're too smart for your own good, nerd."

"He's right," Toji agreed, his thumb stroking your hip bone underneath your sweater, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked down at your flushed face and swollen lips. "But right now, you're off the clock. Understand, sweetheart?"

Caught between Sukuna’s intense, burning gaze and Toji’s heavy, seductive warmth, you couldn't find it in yourself to argue. You let your head sink back into the pillow, your hands resting on Toji’s broad chest while Sukuna’s fingers tangled tangled with yours.

"Fine," you whispered, a small smile finally breaking through. "Just for tonight."

"Good girl," Sukuna murmured, leaning down to claim your lips once more, while Toji’s hands shifted lower, pulling you even closer into the heat of their embrace.

─ Stressed-out Dean wants to take it out on you, but Sam is asleep in the motel room next to you two. That doesn’t stop him.

♡ : NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, sex, no real warnings <3

.ᐟ.ᐟ : small drabble i made when i was boredddd & i'm currently rewatching supernatural for the third time... obsessed w dean of course.