in which you send a picture of your nipples to the jjk men, looking for your perfect lipliner shade.
warnings: mention of breasts and nipples, nsfw, mdni, not really sexting but inappropriate images are involved
a.n: this is actually a very good method to find lipliner 🫶
warnings. 18+. f reader. cheating cuz ur bf’s dick game weak ( sucks 2 suck ) toji sets the standard. creampie. age gap. questionable morals. older men 4 the win
“He ain’t this good, huh?” Toji lazily smirks, large hands clamping your smaller ones together behind your back as he plunges in, flushed tip prodding harshly at your cervix. The headboard knocks into the wall each time he rolls his hips. “Think he could go this deep?” He can’t. Even your mind, weighed down by guilt, concedes that the older man surpasses your pitiful excuse of a boyfriend in every way that matters. He can’t hit it right. He can’t reach the spots Toji does. Can’t have your pussy leaking over him like a broken faucet within minutes.
“Can’t… not like this…” you sniffle uselessly, chest heaving and tits bouncing as he hammers his cock into you at a rapid pace. He groans above you, watching your cute, round ass arch against him with each thrust, and you bury your face in the pillow, heart racing. “Toji…’s too much—so good…feels so fuckin’ deep.” Your words come out soft and tangled, barely formed, but he catches every one, and they settle neatly into his ego.
“Mm? Lil’ head all fuzzy ‘cause I’m fillin’ you like this?” He snickers, leaning forward and pressing a sugary-sweet kiss to the back of your head. You can feel the weight of him there. “Dick’s wreckin’ your brain, doll.” Your fingers dig into the sheets beneath, wrinkling them tight. He chuckles low as your slick drips down his cock, soaking the balls he’s grinding into you. The familiar tightness draws a wider grin from him, your puffy cunt reacting to him without thought.
➷ frat!sukuna + reader’s ig pages — based on my frat!kuna series here ❤︎
;; feel free to ignore reader’s IG, atp doing that is giving oc, but i was just having fun answering this request🙂↕️✊
BEING TOJIS FRIEND ALSO COMES WITH…a sukuna? (accidentally) PART THREE
SUKUNA furrowed his eyebrows as the random letters pop up on his notification tab interrupting his conversation with... well you
"what the fuck?" he says under his breath as he starts to grow concerned at the way his brother is texting him
the phone dials for a few seconds before it gets picked up by no other than his nephew, yuji. "ukuna!" his tiny voice could be heard through the phone
sukuna despite acting like hes annoyed, huffs a laugh and replies to his very energetic three year old nephew. "hey yuji, wheres your dad?" yuji pretends to think while loudly humming 'hmmm' before completely changing the subject
he keeps sukuna on the phone while he talks about his new toys his dad got him (it doesn't compare to the big dinosaur plush sukuna got for him last bday) until Jin, finally realizes his phone was missing
"yujii, who are you talking to- oh hey ryo!"
"you should lock your phone next time" sukuna starts, "nearly made me think you got drunk or high"
jin laughs, "yeah cause i would totally do that"
"whatever, are you driving yuji down here tomorrow or do i come by and get him myself?"
"nah its alright, i'll drop him by" jin says as he could be heard picking yujis toys from the ground
"alright then" says sukuna "ill go now-" and hes interrupted by yujis panicked protests about not hanging up because he still hasn't shown him his new toy tiger which, somehow, looks like sukuna... and hes forced to stay on the call, for almost an hour.
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18+ MDNI, smut - dry humping on dilf!toji
you’ve been teasing him all evening.
nothing overt - just the way you keep bending over to pick up toys the kids left scattered, skirt riding up just enough to flash the lace of your panties. the way you brush against him in the kitchen while he’s washing dishes, hip bumping his, ass pressing back for a split second longer than necessary.
toji notices. of course he does.
he’s been half-hard since dinner, jaw tight, green eyes tracking you like prey. the kids are finally asleep upstairs. house quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant tick of the clock.
you’re in the living room now, pretending to scroll on your phone on the couch. he comes up behind you, big hands sliding over your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tense spots like he’s giving a massage. innocent enough.
until he leans down, mouth at your ear.
“you’ve been a little fuckin’ brat tonight, huh?”
his voice is gravel and smoke. you shiver. don’t answer. just arch your back a fraction, pushing your ass back against the front of his sweats.
he groans low. one hand slides down your spine, slow, possessive - then grips your hip hard enough to bruise tomorrow.
“c’mere.”
he pulls you up, spins you around, and drops onto the couch. spreads his thick thighs wide. yanks you down to straddle him in one smooth motion. your knees sink into the cushions on either side of his hips. skirt bunches up around your waist. thin cotton panties against the heavy, hot outline of his cock through his sweats.
“toji- ”
“shut up and grind on me, baby.”
no kissing yet. no stripping. just this - raw, desperate friction.
you roll your hips experimentally. feel the thick ridge of him drag right along your slit through the layers. your clit catches perfectly on the head of his cock, even through the fabric, and you gasp.
he smirks. hands clamp on your ass, spreading you wider, guiding you down harder.
“yeah. like that. fuck - look at you already soakin’ through your little panties.”
you can feel it. the wet spot spreading. his sweats darkening where you’re grinding. the heat of him seeping through. every slow drag makes your folds part around the shape of him, clit throbbing with each pass.
he’s leaking too - precome soaking through his sweats, mixing with your slick. slippery now. obscene.
“faster,” he growls, voice wrecked. one hand slides up under your shirt, palming your tit, thumb flicking your nipple hard. the other stays on your ass, helping you rock. controlling the pace. making sure every grind drags your clit right over that fat tip.
you’re whimpering now. soft, needy sounds you can’t hold back. hips moving on their own - circling, grinding down, chasing that perfect pressure.
“toji- feels so- ”
“i know, baby. i fuckin’ know.”
he thrusts up to meet you. shallow, insistent rolls of his hips that make his cock jump against you. the head nudges your entrance through the soaked cotton - almost pushing the fabric inside. you moan louder than you mean to.
he slaps your ass once - sharp, warning.
“quiet. don’t wake the kids. or i stop.”
you bite your lip. nod frantically. keep moving. faster now. slick sounds filling the dim room - wet fabric sliding, his low grunts, your stifled moans.
he’s close. you can tell by the way his abs tense under your palms, the way his grip turns bruising, the way his cock twitches hard against you every time you grind down.
“gonna come in my sweats like a goddamn teenager,” he mutters, voice strained. “all because my girl can’t keep her needy little pussy off me.”
the words tip you over.
you grind down hard - one last, desperate circle - and come with a choked sob. thighs shaking. clit pulsing against him. fresh slick soaking through everything. your whole body locks up, trembling on top of him.
he follows right after.
hips jerking up. low, guttural groan rumbling in his chest. you feel it - hot pulses of come flooding his sweats, seeping through to smear against your soaked panties. marking you. claiming you in the messiest way.
for a long minute you just pant against each other. foreheads pressed. his hands still gripping your ass like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
then he chuckles - dark, satisfied.
“look at the mess you made.”
you glance down. his grey sweats are wrecked - dark patch spreading from his cock all the way down his thigh. your panties are transparent now, clinging obscenely. strings of your combined slick connecting you when you finally lift a little.
he drags a finger through the mess on his sweats, brings it to your lips.
“clean it up, baby.”
you suck without hesitation. taste salt and him and you.
he kisses you then - slow, filthy, tongue sliding in to chase the taste.
pulls back just enough to murmur against your mouth:
“shower. then bed. and next time you tease me like that? i’m fuckin’ you raw on the kitchen counter while the kids nap.”
you clench around nothing at the thought.
he feels it. grins.
“yeah. that’s what i thought.”
he lifts you off him like you weigh nothing, sets you on your feet. smacks your ass again - lighter this time, playful.
“go on. i’ll clean the couch.”
you stumble toward the stairs on shaky legs, feeling his come and your slick still dripping down your thighs.
and you know, deep down, you’re gonna tease him again tomorrow.
This is self indulgent and based around my own periods (specifically my period on day 1), but if it resonates with anyone else then I hope this can comfort you <3
Contains: Soft!Kuna and Soft!Toji, mentions of bad mental health, no dialogue
It's almost noon when Toji and Sukuna get home from the gym. When they arrive, the house is pretty much silent, which isn't out of the ordinary. They assume that you're either sleeping still or that you're awake but laying in bed, doomscrolling and unaware of the time. The two of them decide to have a shower together before checking in on you.
After their shower, they head upstairs to your shared bedroom. As they reach the door, they hear you crying. Sukuna opens the door and steps into the room, immediately followed by Toji. They see you on the bed with your back turned to them, clutching your lower belly. It doesn't take them long to realise what's going on, after all, they've helped you through it multiple times.
a toji fushiguro x babysitter!reader fic
a/n: WE'RE SO BACK POOKIES. I'm sorry I abandoned ship the last couple days, but I was kinda depressed for my accounting exam that went SHIT😆 I'll probably be fixated on the next exams so I won't promise you anything, just pleaaaase bear with me!! btw I freaking HATE how this came out but i'm gonna post it anyway, so just let me know what you think. thank you for the support🩷 let me know if you'd like anything specific for the next parts🩷🩷🩷 love you all😼 as always, if you want, you can read the rest of the series here !
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cw: toxic dynamics with reader's (ex) boyfriend, NOT ROMANTICISING!!!! [grooming (past), emotional abuse, age gap, manipulation, slut-shaming]. explicit language.
the more you try to calm yourself down, the more your hands keep shaking. you're probably seconds away from wearing a hole into the floor after so much pacing in the living room when you receive a text from mr. fushiguro, warning you he's outside.
you can feel his eyes on you the second you step out of your building. watchful green eyes scanning your whole figure, freezing the blood in your veins. his broad frame leans against the passenger door, hiding another presence — a man sitting in the car, lazily smoking a cigarette.
toji moves, a brief tilt of his head toward the car door silently motioning for you to get in. his car is clean, just like last time — the only difference is the asphyxiating stench left by the unknown man.
the silence is deafening. toji watches you through the rear view mirror. "put it out" he says, still looking at you from beneath his lashes. a low grumble escapes the man's mouth. then, with a swift motion, the window slides down and the cigarette is gone.
the sun shining outside fades in contrast to the tense atmosphere inside the vehicle. a fifteen minutes ride, not one word.
you've never been in this part of the city. the restaurant is completely empty. most of the lights are turned off, except for the ones above a table in the corner and the dim glow spilling from the nearby open kitchen. a pleasant smell comes from the pans on the stovetop, delicate and mouthwatering. colourful vegetables are already arranged on four plates, waiting for the rest of the food to be added.
another man peeks out the kitchen. you wouldn't bet fake money that he cooked something so artistic and beautifully presented. not that you're quick to judge — but the tall, pink-haired man dressed in a white chef jacket doesn't exactly look like someone who spend all day in a kitchen, handling culinary blossoms with tiny kitchen tongs. his large hand reaches out, tatted snakes sliding out his rolled-up sleeves.
"I'm sukuna, the owner of the restaurant. nice to meet you." his voice is low — his hand unexpectedly soft, though the grip is steady.
for the first time since you arrived, you realise you're in an empty restaurant, outside the city's chaos, with three adult men. scary, scarred, tatted men.
your train of thought is abruptly cut short by the low grumble of your stomach. cigarette guy smirks. sukuna fully on chuckles.
"let's feed the little one properly, then we'll discuss business." sukuna says, disappearing back into the kitchen.
"kid, this is shiu, a friend from work. kind of," toji says, squeezing his friends shoulder. "it may seem like he's not educated enough to introduce himself, but he's actually been studying you since you got in the car. so, please, excuse his poor manners." shiu smirks again, taking your hand and brushing his lips against the back of it.
"it's a pleasure to meet you, doll." his velvety voice cracks the moment toji slaps the back of his neck.
"knock it off, prick. she could be your daughter." he barks, settling into one of the four chairs around the wooden table.
once you're all seated, sukuna serves you what you're certain is the best food you've ever tasted in your life. a low moan slips form your mouth. sukuna cocks his eyebrow, waiting for your feedback. toji stiffens.
"oh. my. god. mr.sukuna, this is the most delicious food I've ever eaten in my life" you squeal, mouth still full. sukuna relaxes. toji, on the other hand, remains rigid like a wall of cement.
once you finish eating and the table is empty, shiu clears his voice. "so. about this kyogo brat. I checked his background. it's mostly clean, except for two DUIs and a possession charge. kids nowadays."
you yelp in your seat. you didn't know about that.
"can you tell us about you two, sweetheart?" sukuna, now dressed in casual clothes, leans on the table.
"yeah, sure. uhm... we first got together when I was sixteen and he was twenty-three" toji straightens in his chair, clicking his tongue. sudden embarrassment locks your limbs.
"go on" sukuna says gently, offering you a reassuring smile.
"we met at a cafe near my school. he asked for my number and my friends thought it was cool that someone older was interested in me, so I gave it to him. we were together for a couple months, then I found out he already had a girlfriend. fiancee, actually. I broke up with him immediately, but he told me his parents had forced him into an arranged marriage — or something like that — and that he loved me. that he had to listen to them because they're rich and he lives off of them."
you swallow.
"after a couple weeks, he broke off the engagement and he came to me. so I took him back. for the last four years, it's been a constant push and pull. I've thought about leaving him so many times, but I feel guilty because he went against his parents for me. and sometimes— sometimes he still treats me decently."
"and it's hard to leave the guy that was your first everything" you snap your head at shiu, cheeks burning. sukuna slaps his bicep. "wow. nice tact."
toji is awfully silent. his eyes are fixed on you, but you don't dare meet his gaze. shiu and sukuna start bickering, shoving eachother like teenagers.
"but he doesn't hurt you, does he?"
toji's cold voice cuts through the air like a sharp knife. the other two men immediately stop their fight, seriousness settling back in.
"no, absolutely not, mr.fushiguro—" you immediately look at him, hands to your chest "he doesn't hit me. he just breaks stuff sometimes, like glasses and plates. or punches the wall." your gaze drops to the table again.
"the main reason I want to dump him is the stuff his friends say to me. and the fact he never steps in."
toji looks at you, silently urging you to continue.
"his friends are older than me, obviously. they're kinda mean. they always have something to say about my school, the food I eat, my weight, my 'slutty' dresses. or about me rambling. honestly, pretty much everything I do bothers them. and I can totally see that. I can. in their eyes I'm just a kid. I do talk very much when I'm nervous and I like skirts. so what? I jus—"
"megumi loves listening to you talk about anything," toji cuts in, his tone unexpectedly warm. "you have this unique way of calming him. and when I come back home after a long day and find you two all cuddled up... that calms me too."
"you old sap" shiu scoff, flicking his arm.
toji doesn’t even look at him.
“and why,” he says instead, voice low and steady, “would you ever change yourself for a shithead like that?”
silence fills the room again. toji leans back in his chair, one arm on the backrest. he gives sukuna a telling look. he meets it, then nods.
“you’re done with him,” toji says.
it's not a suggestion. more like a verdict. a decision he already made. your chest tightens.
“I— I tried.” you admit “I’ve tried so many times.” you swallow. “every time I brought something up, he told me I was exaggerating. that I was too sensitive — and I liked making problems out of nothing.”
you hesitate, then add quietly, ashamed of yourself, “I didn’t even mean for any of this to come out.”
toji’s gaze darkens.
“I screenshotted our messages,” you explain. “because I wanted to send them to shoko, since she always tells me to text her whenever he goes crazy.” a breath catches in your throat. “but I sent them to you, mr.fushiguro”
the air stills.
“I panicked. and then you texted me asking if I was okay.”
tears blur your vision, sudden and humiliating. you press your palms to your face, shaking your head.
“I thought I was just being dramatic. that if I tried harder—”
“you don’t fix men like that,” toji says evenly. “you either survive them or you leave.”
shiu shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. “yeah. and for the record? anyone who makes you feel small for liking skirts is a fucking idiot.”
sukuna snorts softly. “that too.”
you wipe your cheeks, breathing shakily. “what if he doesn't like it and comes looking for me?”
toji leans forward, elbows on the table. “he won’t,” he says. "I won’t allow it."
“and if he tries,” sukuna adds, standing, “he won’t like the reception.”
toji’s gaze softens when it returns to you — just enough to make your chest ache. as soon as your breathing evens out, you can't help but welcome an abrupt thought, sneaking into your mind out of nowhere.
"what kind of job is yours exactly, by the way?" you ask toji. he looks at you.
"don't worry about that. just be a good kid and let me handle this."
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“is nanami single?”
suguru’s face drops, like the nature of what you’ve just asked him is much, much worse than it is.
your best friend’s gaze slowly flicks over to the man sitting alone in front of you, typing away on his laptop only a couple yards away.
“that nanami?” he sighs.
you watch kento pause to take a long sip of whatever foamy drink he’s nursing, running lithe hand through the shaggy bangs you’ve daydreamed about more times than humanly possible.
“yes him, who else?”
“how many times are you going to ask me that this week? i don’t know.” the catty tilt in your best friend's tone is unsurprising.
it’s quiet for a bit, suguru returning to his homeowork without so much as a peep. you consider asking again, maybe rephrasing the question differently. he had to know something. anything to clue you in on whether or not your efforts to woo the campus’ hottest nerd were in vain.
suguru can feel your train of thought from a mile away, dragging a hand down his face before speaking up a little louder than he needs to.
“oh for fucks sake—kento! you single?”
you were 100% going to kill him for that. maybe sneak into his dorm and smother him with a pillow tonight. the only tangible solution to offset the way your adrenaline spikes and your stomach drops.
the man behind you perks up at the noise, scanning the library with a confused look until his attention settles on you. not suguru, but you.
the blond stands, making his way over to you, eyes narrowed with intrigue. your stomach twists, half anxiety half anticipation.
nanami stops at the edge of the table, smiling down at you with a kindness you're not even sure you deserve on account of suguru's behavior.
"so?" your best friend pries. head resting in the palm of his hand.
“well is he asking me, or are you?” nanami holds your gaze, drumming five perfectly manicured fingers against the table you kind of wish you could disappear into right now
“me— uh. sorry.” you breathe, not quite knowing what you’re apologizing for.
you glance over at suguru, silently pleading for some backup. something, anything to alleviate what will probably go down as the most humiliating confrontation of your life.
your friend obliges you, holding in a laugh while he speaks.
“y’know you should probably be nicer when a girl is asking you out.” he jests.
“is that what you’re doing?” nanami sounds perfectly composed, eyes never leaving your own. you don’t know whether to blush or flinch with how steadily he’s looking down at you through his fringe. taking in every minute expression that crosses on your face.
you clear your throat, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve.
“would you..” you’re not even sure how to phrase it without sounding ridiculous. “do you want to grab lunch sometime? like… together?” was that a solid proposal? did nanami even do lunch?
the blond pretends to mull your offer over, leaving you suspended in amber for what feels like an eternity.
“i’d like that.” nanami tells you. he sounds softer around the edges now, kinder. almost like he’s rewarding you for coming out and telling him what you wanted.
suguru could honestly win an award with how wide the smile on his face is, taunting you in your peripheral with a saccharine sweet look that says “i told you so” louder than words ever could.
★ DOUBLE SHOTS & DOUBLE LINES ★
you’re out of your element at one of the frat parties sukuna’s hosting, left to your own devices for most of the night. one thing leads to another, you’re in his bed tonight and with a positive test five weeks later?
★ PAIRING: frat guy! sukuna ryomen x nerdy! fem reader
★CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. sukuna’s kind of an asshole. fingering. unprotected p in v. tit sucking. throat grabbing (f receiving). doggy. belly bulge. unplanned pregnancy. implied talks about abortion.
★ WORD COUNT: 3.2k
★ JADE’S NOTES: based off this request <3 thank you nonnie, i hope you enjoy!
the party was loud. incredibly so.
wineriss
what was supposed to be a little warm up turned into this
also used sylus as a reference for this `⎚⩊⎚´ -✧
