Z1-03

Sukuna x reader x Toji

18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: you just broke up with your boyfriend and your dorm mates want to help you get over him.

You sit curled up on the worn-out couch in the corner of the shared dormitory living room, the dim glow from the single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered space.

Posters of rock bands and faded sports memorabilia plaster the walls, a testament to the chaotic lives of your two best friends, Toji and Sukuna. The air smells faintly of instant ramen and old sneakers, but tonight, it does nothing to comfort you.

Hot tears stream down your cheeks as you clutch your phone, the last message from your ex-boyfriend glaring back at you: 'You're too much drama. We're done.' Your chest aches, a hollow pit forming where your heart used to be. How could he just discard you like that after two years?

You sob quietly, wiping your nose on the sleeve of your oversized hoodie, the one you stole from Toji last semester.

The door bursts open with a familiar creak, and in walk Toji and Sukuna, laughing about some stupid prank they pulled on the frat guys down the hall. Toji's broad shoulders fill the doorway first, his dark hair tousled from the wind outside, wearing that same black tank top that hugs his muscled arms. Sukuna follows, his pink hair spiked up wildly, tattoos peeking out from under his shirt sleeves, a smirk playing on his lips as he tosses his backpack onto the floor. Their laughter dies the moment they spot you.

"Y/N? What the hell?" Toji's voice cuts through the air, deep and concerned. He drops his keys on the kitchen counter and strides over, his heavy boots thudding against the linoleum. Sukuna's eyes narrow, his usual cocky grin fading as he scans your tear-streaked face.

You try to hide it, turning away and shoving your phone under a pillow, but it's too late. "It's nothing," you mumble, your voice cracking. Fresh tears well up, and you bury your face in your hands, shoulders shaking.

Toji kneels in front of you, his large hand gently prying yours away from your face. His green eyes, sharp and intense, lock onto yours. "Bullshit. Talk to us, kid." He's always called you that, even though you're the same age, it's his way of showing he cares, like a big brother, but lately, it's felt different, charged with something unspoken.

Sukuna flops down beside you on the couch, his thigh pressing against yours, warm and solid. He drapes an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "Spill it, princess. Who's got you all messed up?" His tone is lighter, teasing, but there's an edge to it, protective.

You hesitate, the words tumbling out in a rush between sobs. You tell them everything, how your ex cheated, how he blamed you, how he blocked you without a second thought. Toji's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek, while Sukuna's grip tightens, his fingers digging into your arm just enough to ground you.

"That piece of shit," Toji growls, standing up and pacing the room like a caged animal. "He doesn't deserve you crying over him. You're better than that crap." He runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every line of his body.

Sukuna chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear. "Yeah, and we're gonna make him regret it. What do you say, Y/N? Want us to handle this?" His hand slides down your arm, tracing lazy circles on your skin, sending a shiver through you despite the pain.

You look up at them, these two guys who've been your rocks through every college heartbreak, every late-night study session, every wild party. They've always been there, flirting on the edges, but never crossing the line, until now. The idea forms in your mind, reckless and vengeful. "What if... we show him what he's missing?" you whisper, your voice steadier than you feel.

Toji stops pacing, his eyes darkening with interest. "How?"

"Film something. Us. Together." Your heart pounds as you say it, heat flooding your cheeks. It's crazy, but the thought of rubbing it in your ex's face, of feeling desired after being tossed aside, ignites something fierce inside you.

Sukuna's smirk returns, wider now, predatory. "Now that's my kind of payback. You in, Toji?"

Toji glances between you and Sukuna, then nods, a hungry glint in his eyes. "Fuck yeah. But only if you're sure, Y/N. We don't want to push you."

You're sure. More than sure. The tears dry up as adrenaline surges through your veins. "I'm sure. Let's do it."

Sukuna pulls out his phone, propping it up on the coffee table against a stack of books to start recording. The red light blinks on, capturing the room, capturing you. He hits play on some low, thumping music from the speaker to set the mood, the bass vibrating through the couch.

Toji moves first, sitting on your other side and cupping your face in his rough hands. His thumbs brush away the last traces of your tears. "You're gorgeous, you know that?" he murmurs, leaning in. His lips meet yours softly at first, testing, but the kiss deepens quickly, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting of mint and something darker, more primal. You melt into it, your hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer.

Sukuna watches for a moment, his hand trailing up your thigh under the hoodie, fingers teasing the hem of your shorts. "That's it, show the camera how much you want this," he says, voice low and commanding. He nips at your earlobe, then your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. You gasp into Toji's mouth, the dual sensations overwhelming.

Toji breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your jaw, your throat, while his hands roam lower, slipping under your hoodie to cup your breasts. He squeezes gently, thumbs circling your nipples through your bra until they harden under his touch. "These are perfect," he breathes, pushing the fabric aside to pinch one directly, making you arch into him.

Sukuna's fingers dip beneath your shorts, brushing over your panties. He finds you already wet, a low groan escaping him. "Listen to you, soaking for us already. Forget that asshole, this pussy's ours tonight." He rubs slow circles over your clit, the pressure building as you squirm between them.

You reach for Sukuna, tugging at his shirt to pull it off, revealing the intricate tattoos snaking across his chest and abs. Your hands explore the hard planes of his body, tracing the lines of ink while he works your shorts down your legs. Toji follows suit, yanking your hoodie over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. The cool air hits your skin, but their warmth surrounds you, chasing away the chill.

Sukuna stands, shedding his pants, his cock springing free, thick, veined, already hard and leaking at the tip. He strokes himself lazily, eyes locked on you as he positions himself in front of the camera's view. "On your knees, Y/N. Suck me while Toji gets you ready."

Your pulse races, but you obey, sliding to the floor between them. Toji kneels behind you, his hands spreading your thighs as he peels your panties down. You take Sukuna into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. He threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you deeper, hips rocking slightly. "Fuck, that's good. Take it all, princess."

Toji's breath fans over your exposed pussy, and then his tongue is there, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. You moan around Sukuna's cock, the vibration making him curse. Toji eats you out like a man starved, sucking on your folds, dipping his tongue inside you, lapping up your arousal. His hands grip your ass, spreading you wider for better access, one finger circling your hole before pushing in slowly.

The pleasure builds in waves, your body trembling as you bob your head on Sukuna, hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper. Saliva drips down your chin, but you don't care, the camera catches every sloppy, eager movement. Toji adds a second finger, curling them to hit that spot inside you, his tongue flicking relentlessly over your clit. You pull off Sukuna with a gasp, crying out as your first orgasm crashes over you, walls clenching around Toji's fingers.

"Good girl," Sukuna praises, pulling you up and kissing you fiercely, tasting himself on your lips. Toji stands, stripping off his clothes, his cock even thicker than Sukuna's, curving slightly as he strokes it. He positions you on the couch, on all fours facing the camera, ass up.

Sukuna kneels in front of you, feeding his cock back into your mouth while Toji lines up behind. "Gonna fuck this tight pussy," Toji says, rubbing the head through your slick folds. He pushes in inch by inch, stretching you deliciously. You whimper around Sukuna, the fullness making your eyes water.

Toji bottoms out, groaning as he starts thrusting, slow and deep at first, building a rhythm. His hips slap against your ass, the sound echoing in the room. Sukuna matches the pace, fucking your mouth in tandem, hands tangled in your hair. "Look at the camera," Sukuna orders. "Let him see how much you love getting stuffed by real men."

You do, tears of pleasure blurring your vision as they use you, bodies moving in sync. Toji's hands roam your back, spanking your ass lightly, the sting adding to the heat. He reaches around to rub your clit, making you clench around him. "So fucking wet, Y/N. This is what he threw away? Idiot."

They switch positions after a while, Sukuna taking your pussy while Toji claims your mouth. Sukuna's thrusts are faster, more erratic, his tattoos flexing with each snap of his hips. He pulls your hair, arching your back, pounding into you from behind. Toji's cock slides down your throat, gagging you slightly, but you take it, eager to please.

Sweat slicks your skin, the room filled with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, your muffled moans, their grunts. Another orgasm builds, coiling tight in your belly. Sukuna feels it, slamming harder. "Cum on my cock, Y/N. Milk me."

You shatter, screaming around Toji as your pussy spasms, juices coating Sukuna's length. He doesn't stop, chasing his own release, until he pulls out and cums on your ass, hot ropes painting your skin. Toji follows soon after, pulling from your mouth to stroke himself, spilling over your face and chest, marking you.

Panting, spent, you collapse onto the couch, a mess of cum and sweat. Sukuna grabs his phone, stopping the recording with a satisfied grin, then attaches it to a message: 'This is what you're missing out on. Don't come crying back.'

Toji pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead as Sukuna hits send. "Feel better?" he asks softly.

You nod, a wicked smile breaking through. "So much better." For the first time tonight, the ache in your chest is gone, replaced by a warm, sated glow. Your best friends, more than that now, hold you close, the dormitory feeling like home again.

I NEED THESE TWO SO BADDD!!!! Anways thanks for reading guys

inspiration ꩁ @satorusiito !

ryomen sukuna, the biggest and scariest man on the university's rugby team, is dating one of the sweetest looking thing on campus — you. it's truly a wonder how someone like him even bagged someone like you... but the more people see you two, the more they begin to realise just how smitten this brute is with you.

everyday before his practice sessions, his teammates see him standing with you, burly arms wrapped around your frame as he leaves little pecks all across your face. and you're always seen holding a little flower in your hands, one that sukuna had handpicked from some bush for you just so that he can see that pretty smile of yours — it's become routine at this point.

his backpack has a few keychains that you'd bought for him — mostly my melody ones unsurprisingly, since she's your favourite character. he knows that there are some people who side-eye him for that, curious as to why a guy like him walks around with such cute trickets dangling from his bag. but he couldn't care less. you were so adorably happy when you'd bought them for him and when you'd attached them to his bag, he could never have the heart to ever remove the little accessories.

he adores how pink and cutesy you always look — adorning cute skirts and dresses, nails always done with pretty charms glued to them, and smelling like a whole bakery. he stares at you with the most love-filled eyes known to mankind. it's impossible for him to keep his hands off of you, always finding purchase either on your waist or your buttcheeks. he does also adore teasing you in public, loving how easily flustered you get and how you yell at him like a misbehaved dog. but the smack on your ass is all worth it to him!

he's honestly just turned into a mini you. his clothes all smell like you, sugary and vanilla (though some of them still bear a hint of his own musk). he'll catch himself copying some of the cute phrases you use like 'what the flip?' or 'that's adorbs', saying it with the exact same intonation too. he's even started enjoying the romance animes you've introduced him to, even beginning to suggest shows himself.

sukuna has definitely changed ever since meeting you — going from this hard and brutish man that'd scowl at anyone who looked his way to a man who had softened so much, his teammates and friends finally catch him smile every now and then. of course, he's still rough around the edges, but he's still your dear swine of a boyfriend whom you love to bits!

This is for my luv @yenayaps, here is sukuna doing coke off us and fucking our ass <3 happy birthdayyy hehe (MDNI)

You lost a bet to your boyfriend Sukuna - you thought you could outdrink your six foot five boyfriend like a fucking idiot, but now your ass is arched in a pretty heart for his dilated eyes. Your head resting on one of his pillows as he moans at the sight, slipping rough fingers up your spine, laughing when you whine out.

"Ah-ah, stay still," he murmurs, taking the little baggie of powder that's been on his nightstand for this very occasion, running his hand over his cock, feeling it leaking pre. "My pretty lil coke tray."

"You fucking freak," you mumble, whining out when his huge hand lands a firm smack on your ass, leaving the outline of his hand print raising on it. "Mnh!"

"You lost that bet, brat," you sigh, conceding and feeling powder sprinkling along your skin, you bite down on your lip, feeling far too fucking needy, he's not even touched you yet, just gliding a card against the curve of your ass, where the little dimples sit on your lower back.

"Well snort your line then, Kuna," he glares at the nickname, you're practically giggling, he'd smack your ass again but this is primo cocaine, so he settles for nipping your ass cheek with his teeth.

"So eager for me to fuck your ass tonight, huh?" You blush and don't let him see - for all Sukuna's talk of fucking your ass he hasn't just yet.

"Just snort your line weirdo," he chuckles, the sound vibrating as he leans down, rolling that hundred dollar bill tightly. The powder looks so fucking pretty on your skin, he snorts half of it right up one nostril, switching to the other, hearing your little whine.

"Fuck," he runs his tongue across where the faint white residue is sticking, huge hands gripping at your hips, lips pressing a filthy kiss. "Arch more, you can, right?"

"Mhm," you do just that - usually you're a fucking brat, but you're so clearly horny and ready for him tonight. He spits a line of saliva right down to your hole, spreading your cheeks and watching you arch even more, hands crumpling the sheets beneath you.

"Haven't' even touched you yet, so needy, huh?" You turn to glare and he's smirking.

"Fine, no ass play."

"What!?"

"No fuck you," you gasp out when he spits on your hole again, swirling two fingers and pressing inside, making you moan, lashes fluttering shut. "Mngh..."

"What was that, brat?" He leans over, pressing them into the knuckle and curling them, the burn so fucking good you can hardly take it, eyes rolling back in your skull, your arousal dripping down between your puffy lips. "Couldn't hear ya."

"F-fuck... fuck... ah," he's grinning as you clamp down on him, his free hand tugging you up by your hair until you're up on your hands and knees for him, gasping out.

"Loosen up f'me," he murmurs in your ear, sharp teeth nipping at your ear lobe, a little bit of that pink hair falling over his brow. "Stop that, don't tighten up. Be a good girl."