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♱ ‧₊˚. THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY ꒰ toji x f!reader ꒱ nsfw — mdni [dubcon (reader is crossfaded), alcohol/cocaine use, mentions of overdosing, infidelity (reader is cheating on megumi), age-gap, degradation, praise, raw sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, groping, pet names, squirting] wc [4k] an [repost from last night ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ if you liked this, you can also reblog it]

"m’kay— think that's enough for one night, doll," toji lets out an amused chuckle as he observes your actions through his peripheral.

you’re leaning over the tray placed on your lap to snort your fifth line of coke that night, your head shooting back up to face the roof of toji’s car as you scrunch your nose in an attempt to offset the sting of the powder lining your sinuses. once the feeling subdued, you lazily turn to face the man in the driver’s seat, blinking at him dumbfoundedly with a pouty frown on your lips.

huh.

how’d i end up in my boyfriend’s dad’s car?

why couldn’t megumi come pick me up? did i even call him? i don’t think i did. did yuuji do it? why didn’t megumi come to the party in the first place? oh, right, he has that exam tomorrow morning. wait, don’t i have to write that exam, too? god, it’s so hot, even with the windows down. the wind feels nice… shit, it’s really cold.

the harsh gust of the cool summer night’s wind flew in through toji’s open window and across your body, pushing your hair past your shoulders and raising goosebumps on your bare arms. you shiver against the leather seat, sinking further into it in an attempt to avoid the draft. this shift in your position seems to have only made it worse, however; the rigid breeze now skimming over your chest.

oh, wait, that feels good…

the copious amount of drugs in your blood had you hyper-cognizant of every tiny, minute change your body experienced, and that translated into the heightened responses it elicited.

you feel your nipples harden through the thin fabric of your tank top, and you can’t help the way your thighs start rubbing together to ease the inevitable throbbing of your clit. your breathing is quick to become ragged as you feel yourself burning up, and you undo your seatbelt to shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“f-fuck…” it escapes you as the quietest of erotic sighs, yet, it’s loud enough for toji’s ears to pick up on.

he’s snapping his head towards you at the sound of your high-pitched voice and the slow beeping coming from his car to signal him that you’d removed your seatbelt. his brow is raised and worry is hidden in his eyes behind the usual nonchalance they carry— he’s ready to ask you if you’re alright before the sight in front of him nearly knocks the air out of his lungs.

your head is leaning back against the headrest, face set blissfully with slightly parted lips and closed eyes. his gaze scans over your body; your nipples peeking out through your tank top, your far too-short skirt doing a poor job of covering your legs— the fabric bunching up at your hips and one of your hands slotted in between your thighs. you're dragging your clit along your fist, the faint gasps you let out travelling straight to toji’s cock.

fucking hell. were you too coked up to notice that your boyfriend’s dad was sitting right next to you?

from the first day his son brought you home, toji knew. he knew damn well you were going to cause him a lot of problems. he couldn’t deny that he had the hots for his son’s girlfriend; what with the way you waltz around his home wearing nothing but megumi’s shirts and your panties, with the way you talk to him with coquettish undertones lacing your soft voice, with the way you always smile at him so sweetly and so, so enticingly.

did you have any idea of what you do to him? or were you just that fucking naive?

did you have any idea of how he fucks his fist to the obscene sounds of your whimpers and whines as megumi fucks you into the bed in the next room over? or how he spills all over your panties that had accidentally gotten into his laundry? or how you’re in his dreams damn near every night, where he’s the one leaving his mark on you, and not megumi.

he’s brought back to the present when the tempo of the beeps coming from his car increases. before he realises it, he’s reaching out to place a sweaty palm on your thigh— a bit further up than he probably should’ve— to lightly shake you, “hey, doll, you gotta put your seatbelt back on.”

you whine in response, arching your back further off the seat upon the contact of his skin on yours, “don’t wanna…” your free hand finds its way on top of toji’s much larger one, and you slide your fingers under his palm to hold it, “can- can you… h-hah…”

toji would never admit it, but you have him short circuiting. behind his seemingly cool demeanour, he’s having a hard time driving straight in between the lines; his car swerving left and right. the incessant beeping from the dashboard that only seems to be getting louder and louder doesn’t do anything to help the chaos of the situation he’s in, “c’mon, use your words…”

he hides his flustered arousal behind that signature, devilish smirk of his, eyes fluttering between the road and your legs as he swallows an impending groan that’s brought on by you sliding his hand to hook onto the inside of your thigh.

toji's too focused on trying to not let your lewd whimpers get to his head— and his dick, to notice that the grip he had on the steering wheel was turning white-knuckled and that his foot had been applying more pressure on the accelerator.

120 mph.

“t-toji…”

he covers up a cough with a low chuckle, your soft call of his name sending his brain into overdrive. he rubs a comforting thumb along your thigh— fuck, your skin was so soft, “yeah, doll?”

you utter almost painfully, “ngh— n-need… need you…”

130 mph.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man. he craved money, sex, and all the thrills that the universe had to offer. but at this point in his life, nothing came close to how much he wanted you. was it because you were probably the only thing that he couldn’t have? maybe.

was it because you belonged to his son and not him? perhaps.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man, but the amount of self-discipline he has is almost surprising. he knows not to touch what’s not his— especially when it comes to megumi.

but with the way you’re begging him to take you, with the way you’re clinging onto his hand as if it were a lifeline— god, toji doesn’t think his patience has ever been tested to this extreme.

“fuck me… please— oh, god— need it s’bad, toji…”

140 mph.

the thin thread of resolve that toji had was very close to tearing. he inhales deeply, before looking over at you with a grin more sinister than before, “you’re playing a dangerous game here… don’t get your pretty little head into somethin’ y’know you won’t be able to get out of,” his fingers experimentally dig into the flesh of your thigh, coaxing a wanton moan of his name from your throat.

"want you so bad… wanna fuck you so bad," your thighs tighten around his hand, "want you inside me, wanna feel you fill me up—"

and that's when he snaps.

"fuck this," with a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, he's pulling over to the side of the freeway, putting his car in park before hastily undoing his seatbelt and leaning over to maneuver you onto his lap. without warning, he takes either side of your face in his hands, pulling you into him to clash his lips against yours.

the kiss is hungry and full of lust, full of the want and need that toji’s had bottled up in him for the many months you’ve been dating his son.

his fingers trace down your neck to slide the straps of your tank-top off your shoulders, pulling down the front to expose your breasts. the cool breeze of the night flows through the open window, goosebumps forming on your supple skin, and you can't help the shiver that runs up your spine as you press your chest into his to try and feel as much of him against you as possible.

his palms crawl under the fabric of your top and run up your sides, stopping at your chest to rub his calloused thumbs over your perky nipples. his actions elicit a ghost of a moan from you and an uncontrolled buck of your hips against his, "f-fuck..."

toji’s fully sober, but he feels himself getting drunk on your taste and touch, the alcohol on your tongue prominent against his, the tip of his nose lightly dusted with the white powder you messily snorted earlier. your one hand is under his black skin-tight shirt, warm palm placed on his taut abs to feel the way they contract and expand under your sensual touch; your other hand is lost in his straight black locks, gripping and gently tugging every time you feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper into your arousal.

he’s groaning into your mouth and ravishing you with sloppy kisses, sucking and tugging on your lower lip before releasing it with a pop, "do you have any idea of what you do to me? walkin’ around dressed like a fuckin' hooker?" his large hands travel down to your hips, impatient fingers tapping against the cotton fabric of your too-short skirt; he's snarling against your jaw, peppering wet kisses and leaving bite marks along his trail, "the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you smile— the way you cry out my son’s name when he’s fucking you into the bed? yeah, doll, i can hear it all, y’know."

the growl lacing his baritone voice sends blood rushing straight to your clit and prompts you to grind down onto his lap, revealing the boner he'd popped, "please, toji—"

"fuck; you sound even better when you’re sayin’ my name,” his lips are at your collarbone now, trailing south to leave love-bites on the curvature of your breasts— right atop the fading ones left on you by megumi from nights prior. as for toji’s hands— they're on your thighs, palming and squeezing at whatever flesh he can get a hold of.

his fingers dance upwards, and you feel a lick of warmth shoot up your abdomen as he nears the place you need him the most. toji lets out a low groan against your sternum when he feels the lack of the thin fabric he was expecting to separate your cunt from the thick denim of his jeans, "no panties? you're practically begging to be fucked stupid, aren't cha?"

"wan' it s'bad, toji, please, please,” pawing at his crotch with butterfingers, you attempt to remove the button of his jeans, letting out a needy whine when you can't get them undone.

tojii notices that your words are more slurred now— the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system are probably just reaching their peak.

he’s a man of questionable morals; sure, he’s definitely dreamed about fucking you every which way when he sleeps at night, waking up with soiled boxers and sweat drenching the sheets. he’s definitely shamelessly fucked his fist while he hears the bed creak rhythmically from his son’s room next door, your broken mewls and cries spurring him on until he cums the most he thinks he ever has.

he’s a man of questionable morals; but even he can tell this is an all time low for him. there's a voice in the back of his mind that's screaming at him to stop, how messed up it is of him to be fucking his son's girlfriend— but how does he expect himself to hold back when you're the one who pushed yourself onto him, when you're the one asking him— and not his son, your boyfriend— to bury his cock deep within you and fill you up.

toji helps you with unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock from its confines, letting out a curse when the cold night breeze sweeps over it. your pussy throbs at the sight of his dick— it's leaking pre-cum, fat tip flushed red and angry; desperately in need of attention with the way it's twitching against his abdomen. you can't help the giggle that escapes you in that moment, your index finger lightly tracing over a prominent vein, "can tell where ‘gumi got his size from…”

his cock twitches again at your words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he leans forward, one hand finding the back of your neck to mold his lips against yours. with his other hand, he takes a hold of his cock and strokes it a few times, rubbing the pre-cum over his length before flicking your skirt up and gliding the head in between your folds, making sure to give extra attention to your puffy nub. he feels your hips buck against his and your arms wrap tighter around his shoulders when he prods your entrance open, dreamily sighing into his mouth, “feels s’good, toji…”

“h-hah, ‘m not even in you yet— o-oh, fuck,” you sink down on his full length without warning, languid moans falling from both of your lips, and your ass squishing down against his thighs as you take a moment to adjust to his size.

just from looking at his dick, you thought it was roughly the same size as your boyfriend’s but fuck, does it feel so much bigger inside you— the girth stretching you out almost painfully and the thick head hitting pleasure points against your wall that you didn’t even know existed. your chest flushes with warmth when he shifts his hips experimentally, your clit catching onto his pubic bone, earning a broken whimper from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

maybe it’s all the foreign substances in your blood talking, but toji’s dick feels so, so amazing— feels like you’re in seventh heaven, and he hasn’t even started moving. a part of you is scared for him to, knowing that you’ll be sure to cum embarrassingly quick from the heavy drag of his veiny cock and the tip nudging up against that one sacred spot inside you that megumi’s dick couldn’t even dream of reaching.

unbeknownst to you, toji was experiencing the same inner turmoil. he swears he’s never been in pussy this tight— or at least not in many years; and god, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this good. he’s pretty sure you’re unaware of the way your wall is clamping down on his length, but he’s hyper aware of how your ministrations keep pushing him closer and closer to his release. his arms engulf your frame and pull you flush against his chest, his breathing ragged against the crown of your head, “gotta stop clenching ‘round my cock like that, baby, f-fuck.”

your hold on his bicep loosens as you turn your head into his face, lips tracing his jaw. you look up at him through your lashes and you both share the same expression; parted lips slowly curving upwards into soft smiles. toji knew this was wrong; who in their right mind would fuck their son’s girlfriend? you also knew it was wrong, even through your clouded inebriation, but that just added to the thrill of it all; the giddiness in both of you growing by the second, “i— s-sorry…”

toji’s heart swells upon hearing your sweet voice, and he can’t help but coo at you, “good girl, so sweet f’me— umph!”

good girl.

all it took were those two words to have you clamping down on his cock again, this time much harder than previously. a lewd cry escapes your lips as your head falls forward onto his chest, your arms encircling his broad shoulders, “f-fuck, ‘m sorry!”

he’s panting into your neck, hot breath leaving drops of condensation that drip down your skin. toji has a lot of patience and willpower, both of which were running extremely low— all thanks to you. it’s not like he really minds, though; he wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless, wants nothing more than to hear you call out his name, wants nothing more than to taint you and watch his thick seed leak out of you, “y’like that, huh? like it when i praise ya, pretty?”

your needy whine overtakes his voice mid-sentence as your rub your hips against his. you want to fuck him; you want to bounce on his cock and make him feel good, but there’s no way you can. you’re practically jelly in his arms; complaisant and pliable, and half your mind is wishing you’d taken it easier on the alcohol, “mhm, can you— h-hah… fuck me, please, d-daddy?”

toji groans when hears your last word, “smart girl— catchin’ on s’quickly,” he’s quick to heed your request that you asked him oh, so sweetly for, thrusting his hips up into yours gently once, twice, and then a third time, his half-lidded eyes scanning your face.

your bottom lip is caught between your top teeth as you try to suppress the obscene sounds you knew would escape your throat; your eyes are shut and brows furrowed, head tilted back to expose your neck and chest to him. his lips find a home in the hollow of your collar bone, where he sucks and nips to mark you up even more— the thought of megumi finding your body littered with small bruises that he knows he didn’t leave has toji smirking into your skin.

his actions elicit a gasp from you and your fingers find the roots of his hair to grip them, “daddy; please, please, please— ngh, s’good,” you’re babbling at this point, without even the slightest of clues of what you’re begging him for.

calling him “daddy” again seem to awaken some type of carnal desire within him, with the way his thrusts start becoming more forceful and his fingertips dig further into the flesh of your waist. he’s hitting deep— so deep and so violently that your jaw falls slack and a loud moan of his name leaves your lips.

toji growls in response, one hand leaving your waist to pull you in by the back of your neck for a slobbery kiss. your tongues massage each other, drool dripping down the corners of your mouths. it’s messy— full of lust and passion and desire.

he loves it that way.

the sounds of his thighs slapping up against your ass and the wet squelches of his cock ploughing into your leaking cunt fill the empty silence of the car, but your lewd cries and mewls are quick to join the ensemble. you sound so cute— so innocent and so sweet with the way you’re begging for him that a part of toji wishes he hadn’t fallen prey to his craving for you. despite this, he can’t help the ever-growing amount of blood rushing down to his cock.

he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither were you.

every thrust up into your soft cunny has your clit catching onto his pelvis, and you can feel the cold flame in your abdomen burning brighter from the accompanied drag of his cock against all the pleasure points that line your walls. broken gasps and whimpers fall onto his ears as you swear he’s fucking up into your womb.

toji isn’t faring much well off either; your gummy walls have his length in a vice grip, and your voice only drives him closer and closer to his high. his eyes are stuck on your entrance, salivating at the way the ring of cream coating the base of his cock gets thicker with each thrust up into you, "gonna let daddy cum inside this pretty pussy?"

“oh, fuck, y-yes—” your grip on his hair tightens.

“yeah?” it’s a back-and-forth; toji asking you almost mockingly and you responding with high-pitched whines, “so good f'me.”

and suddenly, without warning, he’s groping your ass to fuck you at an angle that has you choking on your breath. you sob at the way the fat head of his dick is hitting your cervix rapidly, falling dizzy from how he’s splitting you in half. an unfamiliar tremor slowly makes its appearance within you, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt it when megumi’s made you cum before.

no, this is different; it feels like a flash, a hot streak ripping through your body and pulsating in your abdomen as you succumb to your arousal, your body breaking into trembles under toji’s secure hold, “daddy, cumming— 'm cumming!”

“shh, that’s it, princess, let go,” his thumb finds your clit to rub gentle circles on it, helping you ride out your high. you're crying while you're cumming, the pleasure hitting you like a high tide, and you’re gasping for air as you feel your essence leaking out of the gap between your cunny and toji’s cock to wet his lap and the leather seat below him. your walls spasm around him, and he twitches inside of you as his thrusts pick up speed, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum too.”

and that he does. he’s leaning into you, muffling a guttural groan into your neck as his hips lose their rhythmic pace and begin to stutter. he spills inside your womb, seed sloshing around your walls to paint them an opaque, milky white. his cock twitches inside you, the warmth of your spongy walls sending gentle waves of euphoria through him.

you’re resting your head on his chest with his chin on your scalp, both of you heaving to catch your breaths in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm. toji’s the first to speak, pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline, “you’re fuckin’ filthy, doll.”

his voice rumbles through his chest, the reverberations ringing through your worn body and you all of a sudden feel embarrassed, letting out a timid hum as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” one of toji’s hands tighten around your waist, the other coming up to gently cup your cheek and lift your face to meet his gaze.

he had always thought your looks were easy on the eyes, but seeing you like this— with your tired, lust-blown eyes, a thin sheen of saliva coating your pouty lips, and the moon casting her light down on one side of your face to illuminate the apples of your cheeks and the colour of your irises— god, he swears he’s never seen a sight more stunning, “megumi’s one lucky bastard,” his thumb caresses your cheekbone and you find yourself leaning into his touch, a lazy smile making its way onto your face.

he’s silent as he admires your face for a minute before you finally process his previous statement, your brain working at half it’s sober speed, “hah, or maybe he’s not—”

“let’s not… let’s not think about that for now,” he whispers before leaning forward to slot your lips between his in an attempt to push that thought aside in his mind.

the gravity of the situation you’d both gotten yourselves into hadn’t exactly hit yet— neither of you want it to— thinking that you could stay in this position, with his lips moulded against yours and his cock buried deep within the warm confinements of your walls for eternity.

you're both brought out of your post-sex bliss when buzzing comes from your phone that’s laying face up on the shotgun seat. your heads turn in time to take a look at who's calling, only to be met with a selfie of you and megumi on the screen. toji reaches an arm out to pick up the device, an expletive followed by a low laugh leaving his lips, and he taps your phone gently against the side of your head, "so... you gonna answer that, princess? or should i?"

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yakuza boss!Fushiguro Toji x f!reader

genre. romance, smut

s. "sign and I will pay your debts … on one condition“ he has a smirk on his face as he hands you a pen, he may be a dangerous man but there is something about him that makes you trust him

cw. big dick!Toji, size kink, fingering, squirting, oral, nipple playing, creampie, car sex, mating press, praise, use of ‘daddy’ (2-3), manhandling + final plot twist | wc. 6k

an. the story takes place in one month — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

Mornings at work have always been hectic but today with the arrival of the boss everyone is on edge. Everything has to be perfect.

Becoming the secretary of the construction company after only a few months of being hired was really a godsend. But this meant that you had to take care of even the smallest things. Your co-workers came to you for everything, but you were grateful that you were able to gain their trust and create a solid team to work with. A second family.

”How’s your dad?“ the voice of one of your coworkers wakes you up from your thoughts. They had been so kind when your father had been taken to the hospital a few days earlier. The last period you had been swamped with work and his old heart had not held up. ”He’s better, the doctors are keeping him under control“ you smile relieved and she gives a wide smile as if to reassure you. ”Your old man has been here for many years and has never shown a moment of weakness, he’ll make it back to us“ she chuckles and you can’t help but feel proud of the way your colleagues talk about your father.

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paring; yuji x reader

STORY NOTE; A quiet evening at Yuji's apartment after a long day of training.

SIDE NOTE; he's above age! He's 20!

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the window of Yuji's small apartment. The air was thick with the scent of instant ramen, a staple in his diet, and the faint sound of laughter echoed from the living room where you sat, flipping through a magazine.

You were his brother's best friend, and over the years, you had become a constant presence in Yuji's life. Your playful banter and easy laughter made the long days of training and fighting curses a little more bearable. But tonight, there was an unspoken tension hanging in the air, something that had been building between you two for a while now.

Yuji walked into the room, his hair slightly damp from a recent shower, wearing a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked effortlessly handsome, and your heart raced at the sight of him. You tried to focus on the magazine, but your mind kept drifting to thoughts of him—his smile, his kindness, and the way he always seemed to know how to make you laugh.

“Hey, you want some ramen?” he asked, his voice warm and inviting.

“Sure, I could eat,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.

As he prepared the food, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. The way he moved, the way he concentrated on the task at hand, made your heart flutter. But there was also a pang of anxiety in your chest. You knew that your feelings for him were more than just friendship, and the thought of crossing that line terrified you.

“Here you go!” Yuji said, placing a steaming bowl in front of you. He sat down across from you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, what’s the latest gossip in the world of fashion?”

You laughed, grateful for the distraction. “Oh, you know, just the usual. Apparently, oversized jackets are making a comeback.”

“Really? I should get one then. I could pull it off, right?” He grinned, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Definitely,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you both ate, the conversation flowed easily, but the tension lingered. You could feel it in the way he looked at you, the way his fingers brushed against yours as he reached for his drink. It was electric, and it made your heart race.

After dinner, you both moved to the couch, the remnants of your meal forgotten. You sat close, your shoulders touching, and the warmth radiating from him made it hard to think straight.

“Can I ask you something?” Yuji said suddenly, his tone serious.

“Of course,” you replied, your heart pounding.

“Do you ever think about… us?” He looked at you, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Us?”

“Yeah, like… what if we weren’t just friends?” His voice was low, almost hesitant.

You felt a rush of emotions—hope, fear, desire. “I’ve thought about it,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But… what if it ruins everything?”

Yuji leaned closer, his gaze intense. “I don’t want to lose you, but I can’t ignore how I feel anymore. I like you. A lot.”

Your heart soared at his confession, but the weight of reality crashed down on you. “What about my brother?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“He doesn’t have to know,” Yuji said, his eyes pleading. “I just want to be with you.”

In that moment, the world outside faded away. You could feel the heat radiating between you, the unspoken desire that had been building for so long. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his, and the kiss ignited a fire within you. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but soon turned passionate as you both surrendered to the moment.

As you pulled away, breathless, you could see the uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

“I am,” you replied, your heart racing. “But we have to be careful.”

Yuji nodded, a smile breaking through the tension. “I can do careful. I just want to be with you.”

The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, kisses, and whispered confessions. You felt alive in a way you never had before, but the nagging thought of your brother lingered in the back of your mind.

As you lay together on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms, you knew that this was just the beginning. The road ahead would be complicated, filled with challenges and secrets, but for now, you were content to be with Yuji, your brother’s best friend, and the boy who had stolen your heart.

TEQUILA SHOTS .ᐟ.ᐟ

paring; toji x reader

trigger warning; drinking, fluff

The night was alive with laughter and music as you and your friends gathered at a cozy bar, the dim lights casting a warm glow over the wooden tables. You had decided to let loose after a long week of training, and tequila shots were the perfect way to kick off the evening.

Toji Fushiguro, with his rugged charm and confident demeanor, had joined you, his presence both comforting and electrifying. He leaned against the bar, a playful smirk on his lips as he watched you and your friends prepare for the next round of shots.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” he teased, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. You rolled your eyes, a grin spreading across your face.

“Please, I can outdrink anyone here,” you shot back, your competitive spirit igniting. Toji chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he replied, raising an eyebrow as he signaled the bartender for another round.

As the shots arrived, you could feel the excitement in the air. You clinked your glass against Toji’s, the sound ringing out like a challenge. “To a night we won’t forget!” you declared, downing the shot in one swift motion.

Toji followed suit, his gaze never leaving yours. The warmth of the tequila coursed through you, igniting a playful energy that made your heart race. You could feel the heat of his body next to yours, the intoxicating mix of alcohol and his presence making you bold.

“Another?” he asked, his voice low and inviting. You nodded, eager for more, the thrill of the night pushing you forward.

With each shot, the world around you blurred slightly, laughter and music blending into a euphoric haze. You found yourself leaning closer to Toji, the space between you shrinking as the night wore on. His hand brushed against yours, a casual touch that sent sparks flying.

“Having fun?” he asked, his tone teasing yet sincere. You nodded, your cheeks flushed, not just from the alcohol but from the undeniable chemistry crackling between

Hi! Could you write about best friend boxer sukuna please? 🩷

Beneath the Surface

paring; sukuna x reader

cw; slight angst

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the abandoned building where you and Sukuna often found solace. The world outside was chaotic, filled with curses and battles, but here, in this hidden sanctuary, you felt a sense of peace.

Sukuna leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you. His crimson eyes glinted with mischief, but there was something softer beneath the surface that only you could see. You had become his best friend, the one person who could break through the layers of his intimidating persona.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night?” you teased, a playful smile on your face.

“Maybe I like what I see,” he replied, his voice low and sultry. The air between you crackled with tension, a mix of friendship and something deeper that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

You stepped closer, your heart racing. “You know, you could be a little nicer sometimes.”

Sukuna chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. “Nicer? Where’s the fun in that?” He pushed off the wall, closing the distance between you. His presence was overwhelming, a mix of danger and allure that made your breath hitch.

“Fun for you, maybe,” you shot back, trying to maintain your composure. But the way he looked at you, with those intense eyes, made it hard to think straight.

In a swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer until you were mere inches apart. “You think I’m just a monster, don’t you?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, and it sent shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, searching his gaze for any hint of the playful friend you knew. “No, I don’t think you’re just a monster. I see you, Sukuna. The real you.”

For a moment, the smirk faded from his lips, replaced by a vulnerability that took you by surprise. “You shouldn’t,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not someone you should get close to."

“Why not?” you challenged, your heart pounding. “You’re my best friend. I care about you.”

His expression hardened, the walls he had built around himself rising once more. “Caring about me is dangerous. I’m not someone who deserves it.”

You felt a pang of sadness at his words, the weight of his past pressing down on him. “You’re more than your curse, Sukuna. You’re strong, and you protect those you care about. That’s what matters.”

He hesitated, his grip on your wrist loosening slightly. “You really think that?”

“Of course I do,” you replied, your voice steady. “You’re not just a monster. You’re my monster.”

The tension shifted, and before you could process what was happening, Sukuna closed the gap between you, capturing your lips with his. The kiss was fierce, filled with a mix of desperation and longing. You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss.

He responded with a hunger that left you breathless, his hands roaming your back, pulling you against him. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this moment of raw emotion.

When you finally pulled away, both of you gasping for air, Sukuna rested his forehead against yours. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, a hint of a smile returning to his lips.

“Maybe,” you replied, a teasing lilt in your voice. “But I’d rather die with you than live without you."

His expression softened, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of hope in his eyes. “You really mean that?”

“Always,” you promised, your heart swelling with affection.

As the night wore on, you found comfort in each other’s presence, the weight of the world outside momentarily forgotten. In that abandoned building, beneath the moonlight, you and Sukuna forged a bond that transcended the chaos of your lives—a bond built on trust, understanding, and an undeniable connection that neither of you could ignore.

— A NIGHT TO REMEMBER ? !

pairing: reader(f) x bf!yuji (aged up)

trigger warning; smut, unprotected sex, consensual sex, creampie, marriage, lovesick yuji, fem reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, fluff, pregnancy

notes: i suck at endings, this was way longer than a drabble but meh. i didn’t proofread this in any way.

In the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, the battle against curses and supernatural beings is a constant struggle. But when the day turns to night, even the strongest of sorcerers need to unwind and find solace in the arms of their loved ones. For Yuji Itadori, his wife is the center of his world, the one who keeps him grounded amidst the chaos that surrounds him. And tonight, he's determined to show her just how much she means to him.

As they lay in bed, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, Yuji's hands explore every inch of his wife's body. His touch is gentle yet firm, a testament to the raw power he wields in battle but holds back in the bedroom. His lips find hers in a searing kiss, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.

His wife responds with equal fervor, her nails digging into his back as she pulls him closer. She wraps her legs around his waist, urging him deeper inside her. Yuji complies, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he feels her body respond to his.

Their lovemaking is rough, a reflection of the intensity that defines their relationship. But it's also tender, a reminder of the deep bond they share. Every movement, every gasp, every moan is a testament to their love for each other.

As they reach their peak, Yuji's body trembles with the force of his release. His wife clings to him, her own orgasm ripping through her body. They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts pounding in unison.

In the aftermath, they lay in each other's arms, their bodies still entwined. Yuji's fingers trace patterns on his wife's skin, a silent promise of his love and devotion. She responds with a soft smile, her eyes shining with happiness.

"I love you," Yuji whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too," his wife replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they drift off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, they know that they have found their sanctuary in each other. Amidst the chaos and the battles, they have each other, and that's all that matters.

But their night of passion is not without consequences. A few weeks later, Yuji's wife discovers that she's pregnant. The news fills them with joy, but also a sense of trepidation. They know that the road ahead won't be easy, but they're ready to face it together.

As Yuji's wife's belly grows, so does their love for each other. They cherish every moment together, knowing that their lives are about to change forever. And when the day comes for their child to be born, they're filled with a sense of awe and wonder.

Holding their newborn baby in his arms, Yuji is filled with a love that he never knew existed. He looks at his wife, her face glowing with postpartum happiness, and knows that he's found his true calling in life.

In the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, the battles against curses and supernatural beings may never end. But for Yuji and his wife, they've found their own source of strength and happiness. Their love for each other is a beacon in the darkness, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there is still beauty and joy to be found.

As they raise their child together, they know that they'll face whatever challenges come their way. They're a team, bound together by love and devotion. And no curse, no supernatural being, and no obstacle will ever come between them.

In the end, their love story is a testament to the power of love and commitment. It's a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. And for Yuji and his wife, that light is each other.

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UPCOMING — fics & smau.

warnings - dark content, fluff, crack, smut, angst, minors do not interact!

characters - jjk, mha, invincible, naruto, demon slayer, call of duty

sideblogs - @flithykunna

Content that are coming soon!

Busy part!2 — April 20th, 2025

Brother's best friend — April 7th, 2025

Tequila shots — here now! April 5th, 2025

Boxer!sukuna — here now! March 29th, 2025

sand siblings — April 10th, 2025

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pov; reader being done with trashy bitches who are talking shit about her

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trigger warnings maybe included! Suggestive content + fluff + smau be careful if you're uncomfortable with my content please scroll!

jujutsu kaisen men & women as parents ?!

jujutsu kaisen as your boyfriends / girlfriends

jujutsu kaisen as your stalker (tw)

jujutsu kaisen as your husband / wife

jujutsu kaisen smau

pov: you're satosugu's daughter who's a successful lawyer and filthy rich ofc

paring : sukuna x reader

genre : smutty , suggestive

note : had an idea from @sweetm0urningl4mb

The dim light of the room cast shadows that danced across the walls, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. You could feel your heart racing as Sukuna stepped closer, his presence both intimidating and intoxicating. The leather gloves he wore glistened under the soft glow, a stark contrast to his pale skin, and you couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

“Do you know what I want?” he asked, his voice low and sultry, sending a thrill through you. You shook your head, unable to form words as you felt the heat radiating from him. Sukuna smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes, and took a step closer, his gloved fingers brushing against your skin, igniting a fire within you.

With a swift motion, he pushed you back against the wall, pinning you there with a strength that left you breathless. “I want to see you unravel,” he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked smile. The way he looked at you made your body ache with desire, and you could feel the heat pooling in your core.

His fingers, encased in leather, slid down your body, teasingly slow. You gasped as he found the hem of your clothing, his touch both rough and gentle. “You like this, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. You nodded, unable to deny the pleasure coursing through you.

Sukuna’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, exploring your most intimate areas with a skill that made your head spin. The sensation of the leather against your skin was electrifying, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you squirm and moan with need.

“Tell me how it feels,” he commanded, his breath hot against your ear. You whimpered, the words tumbling from your lips as you surrendered to the pleasure he was giving you. The way he worked his fingers, curling and thrusting, had you teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“Please, Sukuna,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need more.” His smirk widened, and he obliged, his fingers moving faster, deeper, as he watched you with a predatory gaze. You could feel the tension building, the sweet release just within reach.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. With one final thrust of his fingers, you shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out his name. Sukuna held you close, his gloved hand still working you through your high, ensuring you felt every last bit of ecstasy.

As you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers away, a satisfied grin on his face. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice laced with possessiveness. And in that moment, you knew you were completely at his mercy.

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request are always open unless stated other wise ﹗ i will 𝗡𝗢𝗧 write r-pe , pedoph!le , homophobia , transphobia .

(n)sfw blog for jjk, naruto, invincible, etc﹗

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tw: fluff , crack , slightly suggestive

note: need some asks omllll

What I would think y/n would tweet <3

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GOJO | GETO | NANAMI | TOJI | SUKUNA | and many more+

Pics that remind me of toji (mostly freaky ahh pics), jjk Twitter links!

Tw; freaky, suggestive, blackfem!reader, olderbf!Toji, links, nsfw, ;)

Twitter links (nsfw) that remind me of Toji

tw; p in v, public sex, car sex, choking, ass eating, spanking, etc

car sex

All tied up for him

Roleplay

Fingering you while kissing you <3

He wants you pregnant <3

Fingering you while kissing you pt.2

All tied for him pt.2

Public sex

Ghostface

Cumming in your panties

PLAP PLAP

Fucking yourself while he's gaming

Sucking his cock <3

You let your friend suck his pretty dick <3

He failed NNN

Bouncing on his dick while stroking it <3

Your boyfriend decided to cheat so you decided to fuck Toji his best friend

Relaxing day in

Divider by @xurengu0 <3

Things I’d gift the jjk men in a relationship (if I was rich 🤑)

Pov: it's gojo's birthday so you surprised him really good <3

tw: suggestive, really suggestive, moodboard

gojo x slightly stripper!reader

divider credit: @anitalenia

If you were dating sukuna <3 but you both are models !!

If you were yuta's girl <3 but you're kinda a streamer <33!

If you were satosugu's child <3 but as Billie eilish (with black hair) !!!