“72 bpm heart rate normal” nerd!armin scribbles onto his clipboard nudging up his glasses to look back at you.
you’re spread out on their desk, completely naked, arms tied together above your head and thighs spread, pussy fully on display.
a slight chill hits you, making you shudder and your nipples perk up. this doesn’t escape the notice of the two spectacled men infront of you.
“aww she’s cold” nerd!gojo leans between your thighs looking at the opening between your legs “we can’t have that now can we armin?”
gojo opens his mouth, blowing warm air onto your pussy, a haaah sound flowing through his pink lips.
“um im okay” you mumble, not wanting to disrupt their experiment. you had agreed to it after all, who didn’t wanna be touched by the two hottest guys in your class that you’d had the biggest crush on? and both of them at the same time? you’d hit the jackpot.
you’re shushed immediately, dismissed by armin “we weren’t talking to you, shut up”. you gulp looking now at gojo for an explanation. his hands tremble towards your heat in anticipation, “we were talking to her, ofcourse” gojo explains salivating at the sight.
“not yet, satoru, we need to get her breathing rate and pupil diameter” gojo frowned at his friend clearly impatient.
when they’d taken their readings, the clatter of the clipboard catches your ears as it’s hastily sat down. it seemed that they were growing restless.
“one of us needs to note it down”
“nah leave it, we can note with our eyes”
“fair enough” gojo shrugs.
armin leans between your legs. he brushes his square rimmed glasses up his nose, inspecting. quickly, as if moved by an external force he places a wet kiss on your folds. and then he spits, thwack.
you feel it hit wet and sticky, mixing with your arousal. you watch both their pupils dilate as they track the movement of the liquid down your vulva.
their knees dig into the solid floor, you notice the flush rising up gojo’s face, were they truly virgins? they seemed much experienced in your opinion. well you shouldn’t judge too quick.
gojo licks a stripe up his index and middle finger, joining them together he brings his fingers to your clit, just resting it there.
you close your thighs together in anticipation, unable to control your reflex. armin places both palms your knees, stretching you open wider than before.
“behave” he gives you a pointed look.
gojo starts to rubs your folds, his touch feather light and so so careful. armin on the other hand uses his middle finger to flick your clit, harsher than his counterpart.
you jerk off the table, unused to the double stimulation. you feel your arousal build, your sweet liquid pools out collecting around gojo’s fingers as he watches your expression.
for the experiment ofcourse.
armin licks his lips as if in preparation. you feel your pussy clench around nothing excited to feel his mouth on your..other lips.
“not yet, armin” gojo barks out, annoyed that he was being overtaken.
armin pouts, side-eyeing his friend.
“fine” he takes out his frustration by shoving two of his loooooong bony fingers inside your walls pumping fast, as gojo leans forward to kiss your pussy right above armins hand.
“fucking cheater” armin curses under his breath and gojo leans back to grin his lips glistening with your release.
you watch them bicker and fight over a spot to have a chance with your pussy through the valley of your breasts. such attention new and unbearable you feel your orgasm build higher and higher, crashing over in waves.
but they just don’t stop!
the two men have a wild eyed look in them as they switch gojo’s fingers pumping into you now not two-but three and armins mouth flicking and sucking your clit.
“i-im gonna cum” you squeal despite your previous warning to remain silent.
and then you feel the emptiness.
they’ve pulled away completely.
you furrow your brows, a pout pulling on your lips as you blink back tears. your orgasm denied.
plap-plap-plap-
armin slaps your pussy, a translucent string of slick connecting his fingers to you.
“atta girl” he speaks not to you but to her.
gojo licks his lips, handing the clipboard and jotting down something.
“well that’s part one of the experiment” they smirk at eachother.
part 2 : synopsis: after your ex dumped you, you needed a new place to stay. and what was better than moving in with two men you met on craigslist? over the months while your relationships evolve, tensions rise. and when they ultimately bubble over, toji shows he has a way to work things out.
warnings: mututal masturbation, hand jobs, dirty talk, degradation, praise, pet names (baby, princess, doll, dollface, pretty girl/boy), slight internalized homophobia still (sukuna coming to terms with his bisexuality), fingering, oral m! and f! receiving, anal fingering, anal sex, threesome, p in v, more gay shit, ball sucking, creampie, anal creampie is that the right term, teasing, overstim, ass slapping, dom/sub dynamics : dom toji, sub sukuna, sub reader, daddy kink oops!
wc: 12.2k
art by @hunnismokah ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა also this entire thing is dedicated to @cupidstrace the #1 new girl fan ily
18+ mdni - this can be read as a standalone but you can also find part 1 here
It's only been a few weeks since the first time that you and Toji had sex, and nearly nothing is the same around the house. Except for your movie nights.
Those haven't changed much.
Still a post-work ritual, when you, Toji, and Sukuna are all tired and no one has the energy to cook. One of them will call a restaurant for takeout while the other picks a movie and you grab the drinks from the fridge. Then the three of you pile on the couch for a night spent in front of a crooked TV, nursing your beers and laying all too close together for three people who like to swear up and down that there's nothing going on between them.
Honestly, it's more of an inside joke at this point. When someone asks if you're seeing one of them and you shake your head, suppressing a little smile that's threatening to pull at your lips. Or sometimes one of the guys, usually Satoru, will make a comment when they think you're out of earshot, asking if your roommates have 'got on that, yet,' and the two of them just sigh and tell him 'no.'
Their friends never seem to notice the little look that Toji and Sukuna share, the acknowledgement of your circle's secret.
Because another truth is that none of you guys have actually addressed the situation. No one's talked about where your relationships stand, what kinds of feelings may or may not be involved— so while it's fun to keep that knowledge private, there's also a part of you that knows deep down you're not even certain how to answer some of the questions that get thrown your way.
Sukuna and Toji seem to be quite content with the way things are— though partially because Sukuna will never admit to you how it's nearly killing him that he hasn't so much as kissed you yet, and neither him nor Toji are ready to admit why that is.
When you stumble into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, Sukuna flashes you a grin that only widens as your tired gaze rolls over the bare expanse of his torso.
You turn, fiddling with the coffee machine, working under the guise of needing a latte instead of hiding the blush on your cheeks, despite the fact that you know he's already made one for you. He's been sweet— as sweet as someone like Sukuna can be— and lately he's always got your coffee ready by the time you make it into the kitchen.
But it's just because you do this every time.
Your back to him, skin always soft under a thin spaghetti-strap tank-top, ass threatening to spill out of your favorite sleep shorts. Practically a silent invitation for him to slot himself behind you, a firm hand on your waist as the other reaches around, mug in his grasp.
"Already made yours," Sukuna's voice rings low in your ear, raspy from sleep and going straight to your core. His chest is nearly flush against you as he towers behind you, and he wonders if you're even aware of it— the way you're nudging your hips backwards, ass pressing oh, so slightly against his crotch.
"Thanks, Kuna," you mumble in reply, gracing him with a quick smile over your shoulder before grabbing the cup from him. The ceramic is warm in the palm of your hand, a heat rivaling the furnace that is your pink-haired roommate, though it's admittedly less comforting.
Your eyes do a quick scan around the room, no doubt looking for the third roommate. You do that a lot when Sukuna's around you. Like you're going to get caught doing something you shouldn't.
It seems like you haven't realized that they didn't actually mind sharing. Whether that was sharing you with each other or sharing each other with you— they were more than happy to do either, on their own terms of course.
You raise the mug to your lips, trying to ignore the way your bodies are flush against one another, the way his hand has dipped under the hem of your shirt, calloused thumb rubbing gently along your skin.
It's robust, bold in the way espresso should be, and the milk is perfectly foamy, the syrup not too sweet. He really has memorized the way you like your coffee, and the contented sigh that falls from your lips tells Sukuna as much.
"'s it good, princess?"
"It's perfect, you should be a barista."
Sukuna hums like you bring up a good point, demeanor playful, casual like his chest isn't swelling with pride at the praise. "Nah, don't really care to make coffee for people."
You finally turn around, twisting in Sukuna's grip as he runs his other hand through his hair. "You make mine all the time," you point out.
"And?"
"Why bother making mine if you don't care to?"
"That's different," Sukuna sighs, watching the way your brows furrow.
"How?"
"Because I want to make yours."
"Why?"
You want him to admit that he's into you, but each time you try to pry it out of him he somehow manages to give you nothing.
Sure, he's always flirting and teasing, Sukuna's never one to shy away from that. He's quick to be the first one touching you— smacking your ass when you bend over in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist as he reaches above you to grab the pan you need, pulling you onto his lap when it's just the two of you on the couch together.
He'll get you worked up to the point where you're dripping through the gusset of your panties, poor neglected pussy just desperate to be filled, and it's always that exact moment when he decides to pull away. He leaves you high and dry, wondering what the fuck just happened as you slip back into your room and open your nightstand to pull out your vibrator.
In all the weeks that have passed, you still don't have any real confirmation of his interest in you, and each day that goes by leave you feeling more unsure. You find yourself wondering if Sukuna just doesn't want you in the way Toji does.
But in Sukuna's mind, it should be obvious, regardless if he's actually fucked you or confessed his feelings. Because there's no way you're standing mere inches away from him with his hand on your hip, your eyes locked on his, and you're asking him why he'll make a latte for you.
"You can't be fuckin' serious," Sukuna's face is flat, lips starting to pull into a disappointed frown.
"You act like that's not a valid question," you start, voice beginning to raise in the way it always does when you're feeling defensive, "you just said you don't care to make coffee for people, so I asked why you make mine everyday. I feel like that's—"
"Yeah but that's a stupid fuckin' question, cause—"
Your jaw falls open as you set your coffee down behind you, arms coming up to cross over your chest. "It's not stupid, Kuna. And don't interrupt me, it's rude."
His eyes flutter shut, chest rising as he inhales deeply, fighting to keep his frustration at bay. How could you be one of the only people he enjoys spending time with and simultaneously the biggest pain in his ass? "Okay, my bad— even though you just interrupted me too—"
"It's not even 9:30, how the fuck are you two going at it already?" Toji's voice cuts through your silly argument, stealing both your attention away as he shuts the front door behind him.
You suck in a breath at the sound of his voice, turning slightly to look at him though Sukuna keeps you in your place within his hold.
"Morning, Toji," you greet, mustering up the courage to look him in the eyes.
A quick scan of his expression reveals little, leaving you both apprehensive and curious. Toji always seemed relatively indifferent about your relationship with Sukuna, offering nothing but a chuckle whenever he'd spot the two of you much too close together.
He flashes you a crooked grin, dropping the his gym bag to the floor. "Mornin' dollface, this guy bothering you?"
Sukuna rolls his eyes, suppressing a sigh because he can't believe that actually pulled a giggle from you. "She's the one bothering me, don't be fooled."
You spin around to swat at his arm, "am not!"
"Oh yeah?" Toji smirks, standing across the room, shoulder resting on the wall and jade eyes locked on the scene before him. Your hips against Sukuna's, his hand on your waist, not to mention the little pink tint that's dusted across his cheeks as he scowls down at you. Your pretty tits are sitting inside that flimsy top, nearly pushed up against Sukuna's chest as he leans over you, keeping you locked between him and the counter. "Should've known— she's a handful."
"Tell me about it," Sukuna drawls, the words lazy, rolling off his tongue at the same speed of his hand as it slides lower, drifting over the swell of your ass and squeezing gently.
The men lock eyes in a second, mirrored smirks reflected back to each other as you rack your brain for something to say in response to that, but in all honesty the entire situation has you feeling flustered. And nothing gets any better when Toji moves again, long strides carrying him the rest of the way over to you and Sukuna.
He's still sweaty from the gym, raven locks slicked against his forehead and compression shirt glued to his skin. You can smell the musk radiating from him, the smell harmonizing with the lingering scent of Sukuna's cologne and body wash.
Toji slips an arm around Sukuna's shoulder, their bodies pressed close. And with both men peering down their noses at you now, you can't help but feel quite small before them. Your knees shift, instinctually moving closer together as you feel that familiar heat pooling low in your belly— a subtle movement, but one that's caught by everyone in the room, two sets of eyes flickering down to your thighs before meeting your gaze again. "Gotta go easy on him, he doesn't know how to handle you like I do."
Toji's touch feels like it's burning into Sukuna's flesh, the weight of his arm resting heavy around his neck.
"And how's that?" Sukuna asks, ignoring the way he can feel Toji. There's a growing bulge in the apex of Toji's sweatpants that's nudging against Sukuna's leg each time he shifts, and you haven't even noticed.
You're too distracted by the feeling of Sukuna's own cock prodding at your pelvis through his shorts.
Heat creeps up the back of your neck, radiating off of your two roommates as they cage you in against the counter. Breath coming in ragged, your eyes flit from one man to the other, like you can't decide where to give your attention because they're both too captivating.
The tension that's settling thick in the room makes your chest feel tight and the space between your thighs ache with a glaring need.
And then, with a loud smack to Sukuna's ass, Toji breaks through the silence between you three, causing your gaze to snap up to his. "Well, I gotta shower."
"Yeah, you stink," Sukuna grumbles, doing his best to ignore the way he can feel his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink.
Toji just grins, sly and knowing as he pulls away from your group to get a better look at Sukuna, "you stink too now, so… you coming?"
And just like that, when you think you're finally going to get what you want— what you've wanted for the last several weeks— you're left alone in the kitchen, frustrated and confused.
You're sure there's something going on between the two of them. It's not like they're doing a good job at hiding it considering all the touches, the glances, the constant showering together. But you never thought that would be something that got in your way considering how forward both men still were with you, not to mention the fact that you and Toji have continued hooking up.
With an exasperated groan you turn back around, staring glumly at your coffee that's now gone cold. Through the quiet you can hear the sound of the water turning on down the hall, the scowl on your face only pulling deeper as your thighs press closer together.
You can imagine the way the room must be filling with steam, a thick blanket of warmth covering the two men as a shiver runs down your spine.
"Fuckin' cockblock." Sukuna's grumbling as he strips down to join Toji who's already naked and standing under the water.
Sukuna tells himself he's not sure why he even follows Toji's lead— why he listens to him each time he intervenes between you and him, whether in person or as a little voice in his head. He tries to convince himself that he's irritated, that he's tired of missing such easy chances with you because of your other roommate but if that was really the case then he wouldn't be so hard.
"Just get in here," Toji mutters, rolling his eyes.
With a single stride Sukuna closes the gap, stepping over the lip of the tub and into the shower, and Toji wastes no time slipping an arm around his waist. One large hand splaying across Sukuna's lower back, Toji tugs him closer and the heat of his breath just inches from his face feels more stifling than the steaming water cascading over the two of them.
Rough fingertips trail along Sukuna's skin, drifting to his hips, his pelvis, before dropping lower. He sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of Toji's hand finally wrapping around the base of his cock.
"You just hard all the time?" Toji teases, giving the base a light squeeze. "I mean I get it, living with her…"
Sukuna averts his eyes, gaze slipping down in time to see Toji's tongue darting out, swiping along the scar on his lips. And Toji doesn't miss it, nor does he miss the way Sukuna's length twitches in his grasp.
"Or maybe it's not her—"
"Shut up," Sukuna snaps, his own hand flying down to grasp between Toji's thighs.
Toji's heavy in Sukuna's palm, his cock already half-hard and getting stiffer with the tighter that Sukuna grips it. And Sukuna's fucking throbbing. Precum leaking just to get washed away by the shower, but the water can't hide the way his tip is all swollen and red. Toji swipes a thumb over the slit causing Sukuna to shudder, his head lolling back and eyes fluttering shut. Toji always knew exactly what he needed— how he needed to be touched.
It was infuriating.
Especially when Toji would dish out those stupid commands at the same time—
"Don't fuck her yet," he rasps, tone curt and voice low as Sukuna groans, a sound of pleasure and frustration.
Sukuna's hand works slowly, gliding up and down Toji's length with a practiced rhythm as he grits out his question, "how much longer you gonna make me wait?"
And Toji just chuckles at that. An easy sound that doesn't betray the tightness in his abdomen, his muscles tensing with each rub of Sukuna's palm along his shaft. "Dunno. Til I get bored of this."
It wasn't even jealousy that Toji was feeling, he wasn't protective over you, he was secure enough to not care about that. He just loved the power. Loved being in control of Sukuna, in control of your relationship with him, without you even knowing.
A scowl spreads across Sukuna's face, his fist moving faster. "Y'know I could just fuck her anyways—"
"You won't." Toji loosens his own grip, his touch featherlight as he twists his wrist, pumping Sukuna's cock languidly. A grin splits across his lips at the sight of Sukuna's frown tugging down further in response to his lightening grasp. "You always listen, don't ya?"
Bottom lip tugged between his teeth, Sukuna rolls his hips, chasing the feeling he was getting before but to no avail. Toji doesn't move, doesn't wrap his fingers snug around his length and twist and pull like Sukuna needs him to.
"Admit it," Toji grunts, his own hips stuttering in Sukuna's hold which hasn't relented because, despite Toji's actions, he's still pumping his cock like he has something to prove.
Sukuna's just hoping that the closer Toji gets to his release, the more lenient he'll be. He's gambling on the chance that just maybe Toji will take pity on him and finally give him what he wants.
But he should have known Toji would never give in that easy.
"You're gonna be a good boy aren't ya? Just like you have been."
The smile on his face, the tone of his voice is cruel. He's getting pure amusement from the knowledge that Sukuna's trying so hard to please him just because he'd do anything but defy him.
"F-fuck off," Sukuna rasps, breath catching in his throat at an unexpected squeeze of Toji's fingers just under his swollen tip.
Toji's thumb presses against Sukuna's frenulum before gliding down with his hand, trailing along the winding veins towards the base and back up again. "You're gonna let me keep stuffin' her with my cock instead, yeah? Just cause I told you to."
Picking up the pace, Toji works faster to match Sukuna's rhythm, drawing a low groan from him. Pink tresses matted to his forehead, they contrast with the black ink as his head hangs forwards now, red eyes narrowed at Toji. His jaw is tight, his teeth clenched together to bite back whatever retort he had because he wouldn't dare say that Toji's wrong— not when he's finally able to feel his climax building.
"Fuck— you love it though," Toji grunts, "y'love it when I'm fuckin' her. Know you're listening every time, probably jackin' off."
If Sukuna's cheeks weren't already flushed from the steam they would be now. Memories coursing through his mind of all the times he's done that very thing over the past few weeks. All the nights where Toji follows you into your room, casting a quick glance over his shoulder at Sukuna before shutting the door, leaving the pink haired man to tend to himself.
Which he did every time.
Snaking a hand into his pants to fist his already-stiff cock, the other clasped onto his mouth to try and muffle the sound of your names falling from his lips.
And he doesn't even feel that guilty about it anymore. Not since the first time he heard you calling their names.
No, he doesn't feel bad now that he knows you're also imagining him, imagining Toji, imagining him and Toji together whenever you're stuffing two little fingers into your cunt.
It's exactly what you're doing right now— out in the living room because you couldn't even wait to make it to your bedroom. Legs spread wide as you writhe on the couch that smells like your two roommates, a sticky mess coating your hand as you rub sloppy circles on your clit.
You know what they're doing every time they go in the bathroom with one another.
It used to piss you off— it still kind of does— the fact that you haven't been invited. But you can't find it in yourself to stay mad when your mind starts conjuring up vivid images of the two of them. You imagine what they might be saying to one another, what they might be saying about you. You imagine the way their sweat must be rolling over their chests and down their backs, mixing in with the rivulets of bath water as they pant, their breaths mingling.
"Course I'm jackin' off. Y'won't let me fuckin'— fuck— do anything else," Sukuna groans, irritation seeping back into his emotions.
Toji hums, eyes glinting with something that makes Sukuna's stomach flip and his cock jump. "I'll let ya fuck her if you give me somethin' else."
Sukuna's eyebrow raises at that, an indication of his intrigue, urging Toji to continue.
"Suck me off. Then you can."
"Fuck no, that's gay."
A sharp laugh escapes Toji, he'd really thought that Sukuna was past that part but apparently he's still coming to terms with some things. "You think this isn't?
"'m not— sh-shit— suckin' your cock," Sukuna grits out between broken moans.
It's taking every ounce of Sukuna's brainpower to keep responding to Toji as his orgasm looms overhead. It's rising embarrassingly fast, threatening to crash over him with every drag of Toji's thumb over his cockhead and every filthy word that spills from his roommate's mouth.
And it's only worse now that Toji's planted the idea in his head.
Sukuna can feel his composure slipping even faster as images flash through his mind. He can imagine what it would be like— Toji's dick gliding along his tongue, his jaw aching from being stretched wide open to accommodate the girth. His knees pressed hard into the porcelain tub and a rough grip in his hair, guiding him however Toji wants. Faster, deeper, until the back of his throat is bruised and being painted white.
A sound much too close to a whimper bubbles up from Sukuna's throat as he feels his cock start twitching.
"Then y'cant fuck her." There's a smirk playing at Toji's lips because he knows that Sukuna's about to cum.
No matter how much the tattooed man grumbles with feigned disgust towards Toji's desires, the truth is that each time he suggests they try something else, just a minute later he'll have Sukuna grunting out his name, leaving his hand is a gooey mess.
"God 'm gonna bust—" Sukuna groans, a guttural sound that echoes off the tile walls around them.
The two men are practically fucking themselves into each other's fists now, hips rolling as they stand inches apart. Foreheads pressed together, they're both staring straight down, entranced by the view of their arms crossed, their hands wrapped snug around the other's cocks. Each thrust pushes their flushed tips further out of their grasps until they're rubbing up against one another. Shower water and precum smearing between the undersides of their shafts as they glide together.
"Mmm, y'like that?" Toji drawls, tongue licking at the corner of his watering mouth. He spits down, a fat glob landing on their heads, rolling down between them. "Fuckin' nasty. Never gotten this close have we, pretty boy? You like watchin' our dicks rub together?"
"Fuck, yeah," Sukuna pants. He can feel the sweat forming on his forehead just to get washed away, the back of his neck burning as he brings his other hand down to tug at his balls.
"Know you're close— c'mon, want ya to cum all over both our cocks. Lemme feel the mess you're gonna make." Toji's voice is addictive. Each word easily coaxing Sukuna's orgasm to the surface leaving his hips stuttering and his fingers squeezing tighter as he feels his balls and Toji's cock both twitching in his palms.
And Sukuna cums hard. A whole body reaction as his muscles tense and his body shakes, he can't stop the shout of Toji's name that tumbles out as seemingly endless spurts white spill onto his cock, Toji's cock, their hands, the shower floor before getting washed down the drain.
"Holy shit." The sight alone sends Toji falling off of his peak right after, his hand gripping Sukuna's nape. Toji ruts into Sukuna's fist faster, craving a rougher friction until his spend is seeping between his fingers like glue. Whatever hasn't been washed away clings to their skin, forming translucent webs of their seed as they finally pull their hands back from one another.
Toji's chest is heaving when he leans away, lips slightly parted as he and Sukuna look on at one another silently. That is, until Toji starts to laugh.
"The fuck is so funny?" Sukuna's scowling again already, a result of his post-nut clarity being amplified from Toji's outburst.
"Nothin', you just really did make a mess."
Sukuna's jaw drops at that. No matter how often the two of them get off together, he's still warming up to the idea of actually talking about it afterwards. He'd much prefer if they just finished up the shower normally and continued to go about their days.
"Half of that shit was you!" Sukuna shouts, eyes squinting as water splashes on them. "Just shut the fuck up and wash your greasy hair."
Things continue the way they are for the rest of the month. Which means weeks of endless teasing, endless flirting from both Toji and Sukuna, and still Toji is the only one that ever gives you more. He's the only one that follows you back to your room when you whisper in his ear about what you need him to do to you.
He's always happy to indulge. Cock already stiff by the time he slides your panties down your thighs and slots himself between them. Tip already leaking even before he presses inside your heat, stretching you open, watching your back arch off the mattress with a saccharine moan of his name.
But no matter how many times you sit yourself on Sukuna's lap with your arms slung around his neck and lips brushing the curve of his ear— he never breaks. Even when you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing hard against your ass and you can hear how his breath catches in his throat.
He'll just chuckle, deep and strained as he plants two hands on your hips and lifts you off of him before standing and retreating to the bathroom or his bedroom.
You know he's taking care of himself in there. Or Toji is. So why the fuck won't he let you?
You're certain that they can tell that you're fraying at the edges.
You catch some of the shared glances they cast each other whenever you snap at one of them for crowding your personal space— something you never minded before. You notice the slight waver in Sukuna's hand before he places it around your shoulder during movie night, and the way Toji's eyes constantly flit down to his own hand on your thigh like he's making sure you didn't cut it off when he wasn't looking.
It's making you feel like you're crazy.
Never in your life have you seen someone so clearly attracted to you who also acts like it would be a crime to actually have sex with you. So you decide that you're done putting yourself out there and playing into their games.
Next movie night, you sit on the end of the couch instead of the middle, where you usually are sandwiched between them. When they walk in it's clear they're not expecting it. Both men pause in their tracks for a brief moment, beers in hand as they look at you quietly before finally sitting down awkwardly.
Sukuna's in the middle now, and Toji's in his usual spot on the other end of the couch.
"Here," Sukuna turns, holding a beer out for you to take.
You barely look at him when you grab it, muttering a flat 'thanks,' under your breath. His gaze lingers, mouth slightly agape like he's considering saying something else before it closes and he shifts to give his attention to Toji.
Toji always gets his attention.
Taking a swig of your drink, cold and carbonated, it's as bitter on your tongue as the jealousy twisting in your chest.
"What movie were you thinking about?" Sukuna asks, nursing his own beer.
Toji just shrugs, reaching for the remote with a grunt before reclining into the couch, "don't care, up to you guys." Legs spread wide, his thigh is pressed flat against the side of Sukuna's, his free arm slung around the back of his seat as he turns on the TV.
Sukuna looks at you once more, eyes met with the side of your face as you continue to stare straight ahead. "What do you wanna watch, princess?"
You fight against the twitch pulling at a corner of your lips, stubbornly determined to keep your mouth set into a straight line. "I don't care, something good."
A soft chuckle comes from the other end of the couch. It's obvious you're pissed off, and Toji should probably feel bad for finding it to be amusing but he can't. Not with the way you're cutely pouting, avoiding their eyes as you grumble whenever they talk to you. Maybe he'd be more worried if he wasn't so sure that there was no way you'd be able to stay mad at them.
There was always a way to make you forgive them.
Sukuna didn't look so sure. His eyebrows pulling together as he looks on at you barely acknowledging him.
"Go on, Sukuna," Toji muses, "put on 'something good'."
You flash Toji a glare, annoyed at his mocking tone which made it obvious that he wasn't taking your ire seriously. You're going to make this movie night as difficult as possible for them.
Every movie that Sukuna suggested, you said no to.
"This one? It's a thriller, I heard it's good."
"No, don't feel like a thriller tonight."
"Okay… horror? Could watch a slasher."
"Ew. Too much gore, I don't want to see that right now."
Sukuna sighs, clearly frustrated but trying not to piss you off further by expressing it. "Fine, want to watch one of those girly movies you like? 'Chick flick' or some shit."
That pulls a small glance from you out of the corner of your eye, when he continues, "Mean girls? Legally blonde? You love those."
"Not in the mood." That one hurt to say no to.
And finally, Sukuna reached his limit. You were being impossible. "Alright," he sets his beer down, arms crossing in front of his chest as he leans back to get a better look at you. "The fuck is wrong?"
Your eyes narrow into slits, mouth tugging into a frown. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously. Trying to make you feel better by lettin' you pick the movie and you're bein' difficult, so what's wrong?"
"I don't care what stupid movie we watch," you snap, causing Toji's eyes to widen slightly.
Sukuna swears there's got to be a vein bulging in his forehead by now, his voice raising slightly, "then what the fuck do you want from me?"
If only there was some popcorn for Toji, this beats any movie.
"Nothing! I just—" you pause, hesitant to continue your sentence. If you tell him what's really bothering you and he turns you down, that could potentially lead to some tension between all the roommates, and you don't want to ruin your living situation.
"You just…?" Sukuna's eyebrows raise as he looks at you expectantly. Each beat of silence that passes causes the pit in your stomach to grow as you wage an internal battle over how to respond. "Spit it out, princess."
Your eye twitches at the pet name. One you secretly adore, though it makes your chest hurt now, serving as a reminder of what you don't have. You used to be so certain that he used it because he meant it— and now you don't know. The word rolling off his tongue with sincerity, by the time it reaches your ears your own emotions have twisted it into mockery.
"Don't call me that," you mutter, eyes downcast as you grip your beer in both hands, the aluminum crinkling slightly. "Not unless you mean it."
Toji's eyebrows fly up now, looking on with intrigue at the scene unfolding in front of him. He's already caught on to the true issue, but given the confusion written all over Sukuna's face, it's clear that he still hasn't.
"What are you talking about?" Sukuna near shouts, more frustrated by his own lack of understanding than the fact that you're giving him attitude.
He hates this.
He hates the way you won't look at him, and the way your voice is small when you're normally overflowing with confidence. He hates that he doesn't know what's bothering you, because you won't just tell him what the issue is. And he hates that Toji is behind him snickering throughout this whole conversation, clearly picking up on something that he hasn't.
"You've been a brat for almost a week now," Sukuna starts, voice low but sharp, finally pulling your gaze up to his, "and I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't know what the hell the problem is, so just fuckin' tell me."
"You're my problem!"
"Um—"
"You want Sukuna, ain't that right, baby?" Toji coos.
A flush of embarrassment sears under your skin from Toji calling you out so bluntly, but Sukuna speaks before it can fester for too long.
"You seriously think I wouldn't want you?" His gaze is heavy, trailing over your body. Your neck, your lips, your bare legs exposed by the little shorts you love to wear around the house, and your chest in your favorite cotton tank top.
"Well, I don't know—"
Toji stands up from the couch and stretches, flashing Sukuna a look in silent communication with the other man following suit after.
You watch them with curiosity as you sit silently, the rest of your sentence long forgotten.
Emerald eyes hold your gaze as Toji cocks his head to the side, motioning toward the hallway, "you lead the way."
Your insecurity slowly starts to dwindle, being replaced with a burning anticipation as you push past both men on a path back to your bedroom. They trail closely behind you, watching intently, the weight of their stares bringing goosebumps to your skin.
Once inside your room, the sight of your bed makes you pause. You're no stranger to sex, but a threesome was one of the things you'd never tried before.
And as if he knew exactly what you were thinking, Toji's arms wrap around you from behind, his lips brushing by your ear as his fingertips grasp the hem of your shirt.
"Strip."
Sukuna watches, his pupils blown wide and breathing heavy as you lift your arms, letting Toji slide your flimsy top over your head.
"Fuck." Sukuna's already hard, the view of your tits alone sending all the blood in his body straight to his dick.
"Perfect, huh?" Toji hums, thumbs dipping into the waistband of your shorts and tugging gently.
Sukuna can only nod, mouth dry and tongue heavy as he watches your shorts fall over your thighs, down your calves, and onto the floor where you step out of them.
"No panties?" Toji's voice rumbles in your ear, the space between your thighs that was already wet getting slicker at the sound of it. His eyes glide up, staring into Sukuna's as his hands drift along your stomach, "your turn."
Already shirtless, Sukuna wastes no time before hooking his fingers inside his shorts and briefs, pulling them both down together. Your eyes are transfixed on the scene in front of you as you watch the garments slide down his muscled legs, your breath hitching when his freed cock slaps up against his stomach before hanging down from its own weight.
They're both huge.
And that's not all. Your eyelids widen when you notice them— the two black lines tattooed around his shaft, just under the flushed head. So he did have more tattoos after all.
"God, look at you two," Toji groans, his own cock twitching with life. You're both naked now, so perfectly on display for him. It's not like it's something very new— he's already seen the two of you but this? Both of you before him at the same time?
His hands roam, moving to cup your tits, playing with them. Pinching at your nipples and tugging gently, Toji forces Sukuna to just watch as you let out a sigh, your head falling back onto his shoulder. It's obvious that Sukuna wants to move closer, wants to touch you himself and feel your skin on his but he can't yet. He hasn't earned it.
"Y'want him to fuck you?" Toji purrs behind you, rolling his hips, making sure you can feel the bulge in his sweats against your ass.
Your eyes cut up to Sukuna, his broad chest heaving as he wraps a hand around his dick, squeezing and pulling gently, working up to a lazy rhythm. You can't help but watch, saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight as you nod.
"You know what you have to do." He's not addressing you that time. Sukuna's jaw clenches as he weighs his reply, mind thinking back to their last shower together— what Toji had asked of him. "C'mon… look at her. So needy, she's already wet for you. Don't you wanna feel that?"
He's dangling you in front of Sukuna, teasing him with the reminder of how close he is to getting what he wants. A hand slides lower, over your hips before slipping between your thighs. It's intentional, the soft brush of his fingertips over your clit, just light enough to make your hips buck and pull a moan from your sweet lips— the final push Toji needed for Sukuna to finally break.
"Fuck, okay. Fine."
"Attaboy."
You look between the men for an answer as to what exactly they're talking about but they give you nothing, both just focused on one another as Sukuna steps towards you.
"You go sit on the bed— you're gonna watch for now, baby." Toji sends you off with a pat on your ass, grinning at the sight of you pouting at him over your shoulder while you move to kneel on the mattress. You probably would have put up more of an argument if you weren't so intrigued by whatever was going on between your other roommates.
"So you just want me to…" Sukuna trails off, his nerves setting in now that he's standing before Toji.
"On your knees, pretty boy." So that's what Toji wanted.
Sukuna hesitates, still fighting internally with himself over the situation. It's embarrassing. Being forced to his knees by Toji all while you're watching him, but he'd be lying if he said that wasn't actually turning him on more. One glance down and he can already see the way he's starting to leak pre from his flushed tip.
And he can tell you're just as into this as him and Toji are, which reassures him as he sinks to the floor, knees pressing into the rug. He moves slowly, hands gingerly reaching for Toji's waistband before starting to drag his sweatpants down over his hips. The tent in his pants is evident, the head of his cock catching on the fabric as Sukuna slides them off.
He's seen Toji plenty of times and still, Sukuna can't stop his jaw from hanging slack when he sees him again this time. His cock hangs heavy, all girth and veins, the angry red tip just inches away from Sukuna's face. Fuck, it looks so much bigger like this.
A feeling of respect flashes through him when he thinks about how many times you've probably done this already.
Pride swells inside Toji at the view of Sukuna at his feet, eyes wide and tongue darting out to lick his lips as he stares at Toji's length. That was easier than he expected it to be, but he has to give the credit to you. If it wasn't for you, all soft skin and sweet sounds in front of Sukuna, there's no way he would have folded that quickly.
But now, here Sukuna is, reaching out, a large hand gripping the base of Toji's cock.
"Eager now, huh?" Toji chuckles, earning him a glare from the other man.
"Shut up, don't fuckin' drag this out." The minute the words leave his mouth and he sees the smirk on Toji's lips, Sukuna knows he should have kept quiet.
"Y'know what?" Fingers furrow in Sukuna's hair, wrapping tight around the pink tresses and tugging harshly until he's forced to look up at Toji. "Beg."
The answer is immediate— "No."
"No? Guess you don't wanna fuck our pretty little roommate then." A sound akin to a growl gets stuck in Sukuna's throat. He's really going to pull that shit. "Poor thing, got all excited at the idea and now you're not gonna give her what she wants," Toji tuts, shaking his head with feigned disappointment.
"All ya had to do is say a few words, can't even do that?"
"Fucking fine," Sukuna snaps. He inhales deeply, exhaling with a long sigh before the words come out, small and shy and so not-Sukuna. "Please, Toji."
"You can do better than that. Beg to suck daddy's cock, c'mon."
Even your mouth falls open at that. You of all people know that Toji has a daddy kink— you found that out the first time you ever fucked him— but the last thing you expected was for him to rope Sukuna into it too.
Still, there's a smile playing at your lips.
You remember the teasing you had to endure from Sukuna after he'd heard you and Toji, you remember the frustration you felt for the last week because of him, the confusion and anger.
"Do it, Kuna," you whine, voice desperate in the way you make it whenever you need him to do something for you, "thought you wanted to fuck me."
The look on Toji's face could only be described as feral. You were fucking perfect. Jumping in like that, there's no way Sukuna would say no to you now, you knew that as well as anyone and you were taking full advantage of it.
Eyes shut, Sukuna's breathing deeply in a way that looks as though he's trying to swallow his pride, when in reality it's because his cock is throbbing. Blood pumping through it, he's pulsing in a way that leaves him aching for any sort of relief.
"Please—" Sukuna swallows loudly, tongue sitting heavy in his mouth, "please, daddy, let me suck your dick."
"Good boy," Toji unfurls his hand, patting Sukuna on the head a few times before letting it rest there, "now do it."
Your eyes are glued on the men in front of you, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you sit, entranced by their dynamic. It makes sense now. It's not that Sukuna didn't want to fuck you, he did, and that was the whole point. Toji loved keeping that from him knowing how much he craved you, because every day that went by where Sukuna wanted to give in to you but still chose not to— that was all because Toji said so.
And Sukuna was getting off on that too. He had no idea how much he was missing that kind of dominance until he was given it for the first time, and after that he was done for. So yeah, Sukuna wanted to fuck you, but more than that, he wanted Toji to tell him when.
Toji's cock twitches when Sukuna's breath hits it, hot and humid, a preview to what awaits him when his jaw falls slack, tongue lolling out. Still gripping the base with one hand, the other comes to rest on the back of Toji's thigh as Sukuna finally leans forward, tongue flat as he licks a slow, experimental stripe up the underside of Toji's shaft. He traces the vein that runs along the length before licking at the tip, lapping up the bead of precum that was sitting there.
Mildly salty, musky, the taste fills his mouth when he swirls his tongue around the head, eliciting a groan from the man above him.
"Quit teasin'." Toji's hand presses harder, urging Sukuna to give him more.
His jaw open as wide as it can go, Sukuna finally takes Toji into his warm mouth, tongue gliding along his cock as Sukuna takes him deeper. Inch by inch, he's breathing heavy through his nose until he gags when Toji hits the back of his throat. Toji's fingers tug on his hair, a natural instinct to the feeling of Sukuna's throat constricting around his length.
Spit is pooling in Sukuna's mouth each time he pulls off and sinks back down again, determined to take Toji further each time. He's consistent, his pace steady as he focuses on just trying to throat all of Toji's length. And by the time he does, saliva is dribbling out the corners of his sputtering lips, an obscene suction sound coming from him each time he slides up Toji's cock with his cheeks hollowed. But he can't even care to think about that when he finally feels the tip of his nose buried in the hair at Toji's base.
"That's it— takin' me so well. Showin' our pretty baby exactly how much you want her," Toji grunts, hand holding Sukuna down, practically choking him. He relishes in the way Sukuna's struggling to fit all of him in his mouth, and still, he does. He makes it fit so he won't disappoint.
Your thighs are slick with your arousal, glistening nearly as much as your sopping cunt when you slip a hand between them. You have imagined the two of them together a million times before but it was nothing compared to what you're seeing now.
A quiet moan falls from your bitten lips when your fingers reach your clit, rubbing little circles on it. It's so sensitive already and you've barely even been touched. Each brush of your fingertips leaves your thighs tensing and your brows furrowing until Toji's voice rings out again.
"What're you doin'?"
His eyes are dark, an unreadable expression on his face as he stares at you now, distracted for a moment from Sukuna.
"Uhm, touching myself…" you reply hesitantly. That makes Sukuna's cock throb.
"Don't remember sayin' you could do that," Toji drawls, his hand still guiding Sukuna's head as it bobs. "Get over here."
He gives you a hum of approval when you're finally kneeling next to Sukuna, a sound that makes your stomach turn. "Help him out, doll, put that slutty mouth to good use."
You shift slightly, adjusting your position until you're able to slot yourself in next to Sukuna. Spitting into your hands you reach one out toward Sukuna and the other toward Toji, but not without glancing up at him first, silently checking if it's okay.
When he doesn't say anything you wrap your manicured fingers around Sukuna's cock, the others reaching for Toji's balls. It's hard to find a rhythm. One hand trying to glide up and down, pumping along Sukuna's length, squeezing and twisting as you go, all while the other is cupping gently, tugging and rolling without squeezing too hard.
But each sound you're able to pull from the men is motivation for you to keep going, fumbling around until you're able to get the hang of it. Only then do you lean closer, tentatively sticking your tongue out until it meets your hand on Toji. You're lapping at his balls, spit smearing around the skin before opening your mouth wide and sucking. You divide your attention between each side, your hand focusing wherever your mouth isn't.
It's obscene. The squelching sound of saliva and tongues as you and Sukuna nearly devour the man towering over you, your cheeks hollowed and tongues flicking, swirling, moving in whatever way makes Toji groan the loudest or grip your hair the hardest.
"God damn, you guys are nasty," Toji grunts, hips rolling as he starts to fuck himself into Sukuna's mouth. "Didn't expect you to be so sloppy but you're— shit- quit gaggin'— you're fuckin' drooling all over my cock." His eyes slide to you, panning over your flushed face and watery eyes that are looking up at him with pure reverence. "You too, doll. Greedy mouth s'gonna suck me dry. Y'just love havin' my balls in your face, huh?"
Toji's abdomen hurts from how hard it's tensed, fighting to keep a semblance of composure so he doesn't find himself spilling down Sukuna's throat too early in the night. But neither of you is making it easy, each one leaving a glimmering trail of spit in your wake as you let him stuff your mouths until you can hardly breathe. You're both going to fucking ruin him.
"Fuuuck," Toji growls, his fists tightening in your hair as he lets his head fall forward. Black locks drip sweat onto your faces as you stare up at him, the first few salty tears starting to fall from your eyes. You look so pretty like this, sharing him so desperately, just content to be given any part of him.
It almost pains him to know that he won't be giving you much more of himself tonight.
"Thaaat's right, get it nice and wet jus' like that— 's all the lube you're gonna get, pretty boy."
Both your eyes and Sukuna's fly wide open at that, pulling a breathy laugh from Toji that's quickly cut off when Sukuna speeds up. The hand that was gripping the base is now moving in sync with Sukuna's mouth, sliding up and down Toji's shaft, spreading his spit around while his free hand grips the back of his thigh for stability.
He lets the spit that he used to swallow down pool in his mouth now, leaking out of his lips until everything is just that much wetter, messier. But that's when Toji reaches his limit. The unexpected change in pace left him reeling, his cock twitching against Sukuna's tongue until he finally yanks him off with one harsh tug on his hair.
You get the message, pulling off of Toji with a soft pop! and taking your hand off Sukuna, leaving the three of you panting.
"Shit, you two are gonna kill me."
A small smile graces your lips at the sight of Toji struggling to keep it together. It's welcome knowledge that you're having that much of an effect on him, and if the smirk on Sukuna's lips is any indication, he's definitely feeling the same way.
Your knees are rubbing together as you wriggle in place again, trying to get some friction and Toji notices, an eyebrow cocking as he looks down at you and grins.
"Poor thing," Toji coos with feigned sympathy, "so needy. That pussy just wants some attention, yeah?"
You nod, uttering a small 'please' that isn't missed by either of the men. That earns you a soft pat on the top of your head before Toji steps away from you and Sukuna. "Take care of our girl, pretty boy."
Sukuna's on you in a second. Hands gripping your waist as he practically throws you onto the bed, making you yelp. Calloused fingers trail up the insides of your thighs, pressing them apart as Sukuna slots himself between them. You're already dripping. Puffy cunt all shiny and wet, just waiting for someone to ravage it.
Inhaling deeply, a low groan rumbles in Sukuna's throat— he's been wanting this, wanting you, for so long.
Two fingers run between your folds, gathering your arousal before he brings them back to his lips. Slipping the digits into his mouth, Sukuna licks them clean, tongue swirling around them so he doesn't miss a single drop of you. And you taste so fucking sweet.
"So perfect," Sukuna breathes. He needs to taste you again, not just on his fingers, he wants purest form of you.
Tongue lolling out he licks a long stripe up between your lips, the muscle flicking at your clit at the top. Your hips jerk instinctively, trying to chase the feeling, and he's not holding anything back from you. His mouth closes around the sensitive bud, tongue swirling as he sucks gently.
"She's so responsive," Toji muses, Sukuna humming in agreement.
"Aah! Oh god—" you gasp, the vibrations in Sukuna's mouth making your legs tremble, thighs coming together around his head.
Toji wants to be the one eating you out so badly, but he can't because if Sukuna's going to take him later then he needs to be prepared, especially since it's his first time.
So now it's his turn to watch.
He watches as Sukuna uses the same two fingers to press inside your entrance, agonizingly slow as you try to roll your hips down onto them. He watches the way your face scrunches up, eyes shut and mouth falling open as the most addictive sounds fall from it.
His eyes are still locked on you when he kneels behind Sukuna, both hands coming down to his hips. Sukuna twitches, a tiny reaction of hesitation at the feeling of Toji's hands on him but he quickly relaxes into the touch. Toji's fingers dance along Sukuna's tanned skin, trailing over the swell of his ass before splaying out across both cheeks.
Still focused on you, Sukuna's eating you out like a man starved, lapping at your juices, sucking on your clit all while pumping you full of his fingers. The digits curl with each thrust, searching for that spongy spot inside you that leaves you seeing stars.
He knows what Toji is doing. He knows why Toji's doing it too— but still that doesn't quell any of his shock when he finally feels the man's thumb trailing along the rim of his asshole. His whole body jolts as Toji keeps his ass spread open, teasing the hole with featherlight touches that make Sukuna's cock twitch against the mattress.
You want to watch but you're too lost in the feeling of Sukuna's tongue, his fingers, your own impending orgasm.
"Better be makin' her feel good," Toji murmurs, thumb pressing harder now against Sukuna's asshole. The tiniest whine falls from Sukuna's lips, muffled against your cunt as his face stays buried between your thighs, but Toji still hears it.
Letting the saliva collect in his mouth first, Toji spits a thick glob of it straight down onto his thumb. It's warm, wet as Toji smears it around, letting it work like lube when he finally pushes the digit in. That part's easy. Just one little finger, pumping slowly in and out, just trying to get everything loosened up.
Sukuna sucks in a sharp breath when he feels Toji pull out all the way, only to feel two fingers teasing him now. He does his best to relax, to breathe through it and just focus on you but he falters, a whine spilling from your lips in complaint. He was pushing you so steadily towards your climax, each movement made with deliberate rhythm, and now it's inconsistent, the man bumbling around between your thighs.
"Wait, don't stop— please I'm so close, Kuna." You're rolling your hips again, trying to grind down against his face, your slick coating his nose and lips.
Toji tuts at Sukuna, shaking his head lightly before pressing both fingers in to the last knuckle. "Can't make her cum?" He's mocking, relishing in the fact that the words die on Sukuna's tongue the minute he starts scissoring his fingers, spreading them apart and stretching Sukuna open around them.
"I can, swear," Sukuna rasps, lips moving against your cunt.
"Really? Or do I need t' show you how to eat pussy? Make you watch while I have her cummin' all over my face like she should've already."
"Don't care who it is," you mewl, "jus' wanna cum, wanna cum so bad."
"Might not let you taste her again if ya don't give her what she wants."
That threat lingers in Sukuna's head, playing on repeat when he dives back in. Every ounce of his energy is poured into you. Even when Toji's pushing his fingers in faster, harder than before, Sukuna still keeps up his pace. Sukuna still curls his own fingers in the way that makes his name tumble from your lips, still wraps his mouth around your clit in the way that makes your back arch off the bed and your toes curl.
Your mind is hazy, void of thoughts except those about your impending release. All you can think about is the feeling of Sukuna's face buried in your crying cunt, his fingers stretching you out while Toji watches.
And when you cum, it’s overwhelming— your entire body convulsing on the bed as Sukuna’s arm pins your hips down, holding you in place as you gush, your arousal leaking onto his face while he ruts into the mattress.
He’s painfully hard, blood pumping through his cock from the taste of you and the feeling of Toji. But the minute you’re panting, chest rising and falling deeply as your body trembles with the aftershock of your orgasm, Sukuna’s left empty.
Toji pulls out slowly, carefully, admiring the way Sukuna’s body responds to every little touch.
“Good girl, look so pretty when you cum. Did he make you feel good?”
Your eyelashes flutter as you nod tiredly, “felt so good.”
“Told you I could,” Sukuna points out, his ego needing to prove a point to the man who was teasing him.
“You want me to praise you?” Toji’s grinning, moving beside the two of you to lay down on the bed. He knows the answer is yes, but whatever is left of Sukuna’s pride won’t let him say that out loud.
"C'mere," Toji nods, chin pointing at the space between his spread thighs. He's stroking his cock languidly, laid out like a king as he waits for Sukuna to crawl over to him. "Uh-uh, turn around— like that, yeah."
Sukuna is clearly out of his element as he shifts his hulking figure until he's straddling Toji with his back to him, both feet planted on the outside of Toji's legs. The older man wraps an arm around Sukuna's abdomen, fingers splayed out as he guides him to lean backwards into his chest.
You're watching in awe at the way they're fitting together, while wondering at the same time where you're supposed to be joining them.
Toji's hand stills around his base when his eyes find you. Gaze trailing over you as you fidget on the bed in front of them, obviously feeling unsure what to do with yourself. "Dollface," he pulls your attention back to him, "gonna need those little hands."
Smacking his length against the inside of Sukuna's thighs a few times, Toji waits for you to slip your fingers around him before he lets go, both hands moving to grip the backs of Sukuna's knees. Toji holds them up, keeping his legs spread wide and putting the tattooed man on full display for you.
One arm slung over his face, Sukna's trying to hide the deep red shade spreading across his cheeks. He can feel the weight of your stare as you pump Toji's cock a few times. This experience is completely new to him, apprehension swirling in his stomach, and still he swears he's never been more hard. It's honestly a bit ridiculous considering he's barely even been touched the entire night.
"Go on, put me where he needs me," Toji coos, his breath fanning against the side of Sukuna's neck as they both lean forward now to watch you.
Sukuna waits with bated breath, silently until he sucks in a gasp of air when he feels the tip of Toji's spit-soaked cock prodding at his asshole. Your lips agape, you're completely concentrated on the view before you.
You almost feel worried for Sukuna— you know how big Toji is, and you know how much bigger he feels when he's inside you. But you don't stop. You just keep angling his girth so when Toji rolls his hips you can witness the way the tip starts pressing past that tight ring of resistance.
"Shit," Sukuna grunts, body tensing in a way that makes Toji let out a hiss.
"Fuckin' relax or this is gonna take forever." He rolls his hips again, jaw clenched and teeth grinding.
Even with all the time Toji spent stretching Sukuna out it feels like there was no prep at all with the way he's practically strangling his cock. Tight walls clamping down like they can't decide if they're trying to suck him in or push him back out until finally Toji feels the head slip inside.
"Oh fuck, that feels—" Sukuna's own words are interrupted by a strained groan when Toji lifts his hips up off the bed, forcing himself deeper, "aah shit."
"Doin' so well," Toji groans, still working himself inside Sukuna inch by inch. He knows it's never easy your first time, he knows he isn't small either, and still it doesn't take long until he's over halfway buried inside Sukuna's ass. "Takin' this cock like a pro, such a good boy isn't he?"
You're nodding fervently, your hands now at your sides as you watch. "He is," you answer honestly. "Kuna, you're doing so good. You guys are so hot," you whine, hips wiggling on the bed. The praise makes Sukuna's stomach flip, a newfound sense of determination taking over when he rolls his own hips downward eliciting a sharp grunt from Toji when he bottoms out.
Sukuna's never felt so full.
Is this what you feel like every time you're getting fucked?
No wonder you're constantly acting like you're in heat whenever you're around them— poor cunt just craving the feeling of being stuffed to the brim. He can understand why you're so desperate now.
"Look at that— wasn't so hard now, was it?" Toji teases, earning an incoherent grumble from Sukuna.
"Please," you squeak, that exact feeling of desperation starting to overtake you. You're aching. You already came once and now you're just being left alone, all sticky and sensitive while they're both laid out in front of you. "What about me?"
Toji tuts, his hands sliding up Sukuna's thighs until they rest on his hips. "Our pretty girl thinks we forgot about her."
Sukuna lets out a choked laugh, trying to hide the fact that he is not sure what Toji has planned for you either.
"Climb on, dollface—" you start crawling immediately, moving on your hands and knees until you're now straddling both of them. "Just like that, you wanna ride him?"
You're already nodding your head again when Sukuna cuts in, "w-wait, you gonna support the both of us?"
"Course I am," Toji answers easily, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Honestly, you hadn't even considered he might not be able to. I mean, the man was in the gym every single day, there wasn't much he couldn't do.
You don't give Sukuna any more time to worry about the logistics, choosing instead to grind your hips against him. Looking him in the eyes while you glide your slick folds along the length of his cock, once, twice, three times until the entire thing is coated in your arousal.
"Fuckin' tease," Sukuna grunts, a hand coming up to land a harsh smack! on your ass, sending you falling forward. Your hands plant beside their heads, the softest whimper escaping you when Sukuna slaps the same place again. "Such a goddamn brat. Been waiting for this shit for weeks."
His tone carries a dangerous edge that makes your core burn. Rough fingertips dig into the fat of your ass, and using his grip, Sukuna lifts you up and slams you back down onto him in one fluid motion.
"Fuck! Kuna—" you gasp. Fully sheathed in one thrust, he's stretching out your gummy walls so nicely, your thighs quivering and pussy throbbing.
"Squeezin' me so tight, fuckin' pussy was made f'me." His voice is low in your ear, crimson irises locked on you as you let out a shaky breath.
"That pussy's perfect, ain't it?" Toji grunts, giving the two of you just a moment to adjust before moving.
"S-so perfect— ah shit! Chill—"
With his hands on Sukuna's hips and his feet flat on the mattress, Toji lifted his hips off the bed in one brutal thrust. Cock sliding halfway out of Sukuna before slamming back in, the force of it making your hips move. It was overwhelming the way Toji set such a mean pace right off the bat.
His hips slapping up against Sukuna's ass, over and over, making sure he was burying himself to the base each time. Sukuna had never felt anything like it. His tight hole being filled up while your sopping pussy is clenching down around his cock at the same time. Stuck between you two there was nothing he could do but sit there and take it.
But it's not like you were much better. You tried to grind down on Sukuna, tried to plant your feet and bounce your hips up and down just for Toji's pace to take over and leave you helpless. Hands on Sukuna's chest as your head lolls back, you're arched so perfectly, ass jiggling and tits bouncing every time Sukuna's cock is forced back inside you.
"Ohmygod, f-fuck— Toji, Kuna-aah!" You're whining, brows knit together as you look down at Sukuna now. His hands are digging painfully into your hips as he tries not to lose every thought in his head.
You look so fucking perfect like this though. Face showing nothing but need, eyes all glossy as you pant above him, babbling whatever unfinished sentences make it out.
"Feels so good," Sukuna moans, and you give a pathetic mhmm in agreement that makes Toji chuckle.
"Yeah, feels good? Gonna cum and make a mess?" He's not even addressing anyone in particular, just talking to the room because he knows that both you and Sukuna can barely even give him much of a reply.
But still, you try. "Y-yeah, gonna mmfuck—" you mewl, eyes clamping shut when your puffy clit rubs against Sukuna's stomach. The stimulation makes you jolt, legs twitching as your arousal seeps down around Sukuna's base forming a creamy white ring.
Teetering on the edge of his climax, Sukuna's trying to hold it back as much as he can but he knows he won't last much longer. Fucking embarrassing. It's only been a few minutes with him inside you and he's already about to cum.
Except that you're even closer. You're moaning a slew of curses followed by their names, mouth parted in a perfect "o" as your back arches further, cunt pressing down harder against Sukuna's abs as you chase the feeling of his rough skin rubbing against your clit.
The sounds filling the room are lewd. The squelching wet sound of your pussy sucking in Sukuna's cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy panting filling any silences.
"Shit 'm cumming, where—"
"Inside," you rasp, voice tired already, "Please, Kuna, need it— need you so bad."
"Fuuuck, yeah, gonna cum inside you, you want that?"
"Yes! yesyesyes," that word is stuck on repeat when you hear Sukuna let out a guttural groan. His cock twitches, balls constricting before shooting sticky, white ropes of his cum inside your poor pussy, velvety walls coated with his spend before it starts to leak out.
"Such a good slut, bet she's takin' every last drop— god— bet you will too, huh?" Toji's rhythm doesn't slow, it only gets faster the closer he gets to his own release. The pace turning cruel as it pushes Sukuna into the realm of overstimulation.
"H-hold on," Sukuna grunts before a whimper falls from his lips when you keen, crying out a mix of both men's names as your cunt clamps down around Sukuna's softening cock, milking him for all he's worth when you cum.
It's too much. Your sloppy pussy gushing around Sukuna, pushing even more of his seed out until it's dripping down onto his balls, down onto Toji's balls, all while his asshole is still getting stretched open.
"I can't, hold up—"
"'s too much! Tojiii," you fill in what Sukuna was scared he was going to have to say.
"You'll take it, you both will. I know two sluts like you aren't fuckin' complaining already." Toji's tone was gruff but in all honesty, he was close, and the shit spilling from both of your mouths was only driving him further to the edge. The neediness in your voice and the way Sukuna's was tense, Toji loved knowing he was the one causing it all.
"S-so sensitive," you mewl, sweat beading on your forehead as little salty tears form in your waterline with each press of your clit against Sukuna's stomach. "Daddy, please— I c-can't, need you to cum."
You don't even care how humiliating it is, or how pathetic you sound at this point. You know what Toji likes to hear, and you're determined to get what you want.
"Fuck, doll— sound so pretty when you beg like that," Toji groans, a low sound deep in his chest. "Don't worry, gonna fill this tight little hole, fuck my cum back into it—"
Sukuna can't stop the moan that tumbles out, his cock jumping again at Toji's words, the feeling making you jolt. He isn't sure how he's able to get hard again already, but it hurts the way he's getting stiff inside you now, needing to spread you open around him just to make it fit again.
"Kuna! Sh-shit."
"'m sorry, baby, can't help it."
"You hard again?" Toji breathes, sweaty hands adjusting their grips on Sukuna's hips. He doesn't last another minute.
The feeling of Sukuna's ass tightening around him with each thrust, the feeling of your cum mixed with Sukuna's dripping down onto him, the sounds of your whimpers and the knowledge that through everything Sukuna's already stretching you out again— no one can blame him when he finally breaks.
Letting out the loudest grunt, Toji's fingers dig into Sukuna's skin, his hips stuttering before stilling as his cum spills out. Hot and messy, he fills Sukuna with his seed, hips still rolling to push it back in even though it's already starting to leak out around the base.
With that he finally collapses back onto the bed, limbs limp and heavy with exhaustion, his body is covered in a sheen of sweat. You're the first to move, urging your weak knees to work as you slide off of Sukuna with whimper, the man letting out a long sigh at the sight of more cum seeping out of your cunt, webs of white connecting you to him.
"You guys are insane," Toji pants, "I'm exhausted."
"Us? That was all your idea," you remind him as you flop down on the bed.
Sukuna doesn't say much, just moving cautiously as he shifts to sit up. Wincing, he finally tries to move off of Toji, who just lays there, hands behind his head as he watches with mild interest.
"Fuck, I'm gonna be so damn sore tomorrow," Sukuna complains.
You're giggling tiredly into your pillow, even though you and Toji will probably be in the exact same boat. But you can't even find it in yourself to care about that right now.
Your eyelids are heavy, sleep threatening to take over when the bed dips next to you. Sukuna fills the spot on the other side of you, kneeling beside your body before two large arms snake underneath you. Picking you up like you weigh nothing, he moves to carry you to the bathroom, Toji following closely behind.
Sukuna tries to ignore the feeling of something warm dripping down his thigh but Toji snickering behind him is making it hard, causing him to roll his eyes— but you haven't noticed.
"Let's get you cleaned up, princess." His voice is uncharacteristically soft, his hands gentle as they set you down on your wobbly legs, feet landing on the cold bathroom tile.
"You should hop in there too, you both need cleaned up," Toji says pointedly, gaze flitting between Sukuna's legs and the scowl on his face.
"You're not much better," Sukuna snaps, his own gaze lingering on Toji's half hard and cum-coated dick.
It's true, you were all a mess.
"Quit arguing, I'm tired," you sigh, turning on the shower.
"Sorry, princess."
"Sorry, doll."
The night ends with the three of you squished together under your sheets, legs tangled in a mess and Sukuna snoring much too loud. It took little convincing for you to get them to stay with you. Just a few bats of your lashes with your bottom lip jutted out in a pout and they were folding, tucking themselves in next to you.
In the morning, you still felt the weight of an arm draped over your waist, the sheets warm from body heat as you twist, hands coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
Things remain the same for the most part.
None of you mention dating other people, choosing instead to stay ‘single’ and pour your energy into your own relationships with each other.
Movie nights become a little more frequent, though actually watching the movies is much less common.
And in the mornings, on the days when Sukuna's too lazy to make a latte, Toji makes his way to the cafe down the street, returning with three coffee cups and a brown paper bag full of pastries. He leaves you and Sukuna to your own devices, knowing that each time he opens the door again upon his arrival the two of you will be bickering in the kitchen.
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a/n this actually took me months to finish so i appreciate the patience and all the love on the first part of new girl. this fic is my baby, i birthed it so i hope you all enjoyed pt 2 as well (˃͈ ˂͈ )
this is how tomorrow moves - cali!iwaizumi x argentina!reader
yn didn't know what she was doing.
she didn't know why she followed oikawa to argentina, she didn't know why she couldn't figure out what she wanted, she didnt know why spanish was so hard, and she really didn't know why she let the love of her life go to california without her.
what she did know is that it didn't feel right.
but what can you do 6,000 miles away?
smau/written iwaizumi x f!reader
status: in the works
intros: los implantes | the fuckass four | khia asylum
tracks:
take a bite
california
one time
real man
tie my shoes
girl song
coming home
ever seen
a cruel affair
post
beaches
everything I want
the man who left too soon
this is how it went
a/n and warnings: I do not take credit for This Is How Tomorrow Moves by Beabadoobee, all creds to her for the chapter titles and main title. story might include violence, swearing, smoking, drugs, alcohol, heavy topics, sexual stuff , etcccc promise its mostly like funny n chill. I'd also like to comment that im american w a little background in spanish, so ofc im doing some research on argentina and the language when I need it but if anything I say is incorrect or disrespectful pls lmk!! comment for taglist xx
frat!jo’s ur regular hookup, but nerd!kuroo has you distracted every time… you never imagined they’d both share you one night . . mdni.
art by lovebykrkn on tt !
you’ve been hooking up with gojo satoru for months now, ever since that one wild frat party where he cornered you against the kitchen counter with his stupid charming grin and those piercing blue eyes. he’s the president of the frat house, throwing endless parties here and there, the kind of guy who pulls everyone into his orbit without even trying and who probably had fucked the whole girls population in the campus.
and yeah, the sex is good with him -mind-blowing, even, with his endless stamina and the way he knows exactly how to make you finish. but deep down, it’s not him you’re craving.
no, it’s kuroo tetsurou. the hot nerd who somehow manages to be both buried in textbooks and pulling girls left and right.
he’s friends with gojo, weirdly enough - they met through some campus club or whatever, and now they’re inseparable. kuroo’s got that messy black hair that falls just right over his sharp eyes, always wearing those fitted button-ups or hoodies that hug his broad shoulders a little too well for someone who claims to live in the library. he’s got this sly, teasing smile that makes your stomach flip, and unlike gojo’s loud chaos, kuroo’s got this quiet intensity that pulls you in like gravity.
you’ve seen him at parties, leaning against walls with a drink in hand, chatting up whoever catches his eye. girls flock to him, drawn to that mix of brains and brawn - he’s captain of the intramural volleyball team, after all, so he’s toned as hell under those nerdy glasses. but you? you’re stuck in gojo’s bed most nights, pretending his touches are enough while your mind wanders to what kuroo’s hands would feel like.
it starts innocently enough. another friday night, another frat bash at gojo’s place. the house is thumping with bass, bodies pressed together in the living room, smelling like cheap perfume and a little weed. red solo cups spilling everywhere. you show up in a tiny skirt and cute top, hoping maybe kuroo will be there - he usually crashes these things when gojo drags him out of his dorm. and sure enough, you spot him across the room, laughing with a group of girls, his arm slung casually over one’s shoulder. jealousy twists in your gut, but you push it down, grabbing a drink and finding gojo instead.
he’s all over you in seconds, pulling you onto the middle with his hands on your hips, grinding against you to the beat. “missed you, baby,” he murmurs in your ear, breath hot and alcohol-scented. you fake a giggle, letting him spin you around, but your eyes keep darting to kuroo. he catches your gaze once, twice, that smirk playing on his lips like he knows exactly what’s running through your head.
hours blur by in a haze of shots and dancing. gojo’s got you pinned to a wall at one point, kissing you sloppy and deep, his hand sneaking under your skirt in the dark. you moan into his mouth, but .
eventually, the party winds down, people stumbling out or crashing on couches. gojo tugs you upstairs to his room, but he’s drunker than usual, slurring something about how hot you look tonight.
that’s when kuroo appears at the door, knocking lightly. “yo, gojo, you seen my keys? think i left ’em in here earlier.” his voice is casual, but his eyes linger on you, sprawled on gojo’s bed with your skirt hiked up just a bit.
gojo laughs, waving him in. “come find ’em, man. and hey, stick around. we were just gettin’ started.” there’s a glint in his eye, mischievous as always, and you feel your heart race. is he serious? kuroo hesitates for a second, but then he’s stepping inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
the air shifts, thick with unspoken tension. gojo pulls you into his lap, nipping at your neck while kuroo pretends to search for his keys on the desk. but you can feel his gaze burning into you, and when gojo notices, he chuckles low. “she’s been eye-fuckin’ you all night, man. don’t think i didn’t notice.”
your cheeks heat up, but kuroo just smirks, leaning against the desk. “that so? didn’t know i was your type, sweetheart.” his voice is teasing, all velvet and promise, and you squirm in gojo’s hold.
gojo’s hands slide up your thighs, spreading them a little. “wanna join? she’s got enough for both of us.” it’s bold, reckless, but that’s gojo for you. and to your surprise - kuroo doesn’t say no. he pushes off the desk, stalking closer, his eyes dark with want.
“only if she wants it,” kuroo says, voice soft but firm, looking right at you. you nod, breath catching, and that’s all it takes.
gojo flips you onto your back on the bed, peeling off your top while kuroo watches, his hand palming himself through his jeans already. “look at her, all needy,” gojo teases, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. your tits spill out, nipples hardening in the cool air, and kuroo groans softly.
“fuck, you’re gorgeous,” kuroo mutters, climbing onto the bed. he leans down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking slow and deep while gojo works on your skirt, yanking it down with your panties in one go. you’re bare now, exposed, and gojo spreads your legs wide, whistling low.
“so wet already. this for me or him?” gojo asks, fingers tracing your slick folds. you whimper, bucking into his touch, kuroo’s tongue flicking your nipple that makes you gasp at the same time.
“s-shut up,” you manage, and they both chuckle.
kuroo kisses his way down your body, nipping at your skin, while gojo sheds his clothes fast, his cock springing free - long and thick, already leaking pre at the fat tip. he strokes himself lazily, watching as kuroo settles between your thighs. “taste her first, man. she’s sweet as hell.”
kuroo doesn’t need telling twice. he spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs, groaning at the sight of your dripping hole. “look at this pretty cunt,” he murmurs, then dives in, tongue flat and broad as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit. you cry out, hands fisting the sheets, and he hums against you, the vibration shooting straight to your core, making your legs quiver.
he eats you out like he’s starved, tongue plunging into your hole, lapping up your juices, then circling your clit with precise flicks. spit drips from his mouth, mixing with your wetness, making everything sloppy and messy. gojo watches, pumping his cock, getting turned on at the sight. then he leans over to kiss you, swallowing your moans. his free hand pinches your nipples, twisting just enough to make you arch.
“feels good, huh?” gojo whispers against your lips. “tetsu’s got a talented mouth.”
you nod frantically, hips grinding against kuroo’s face. he sucks your clit hard, two fingers sliding into your soaking cunt easily, curling to hit that spot that makes you see stars. “oh god, kuroo—” you gasp his name, and he growls, fingering you faster while he continues to eat your pussy out.
gojo smirks, moving to kneel by your head. “open up, pretty. suck me while he makes you cum.”
you obey, mouth watering as you take gojo’s cock in, lips stretching around his girth. he’s thick, hitting the back of your throat as he thrusts gently at first, then deeper. saliva pools in your mouth, dripping down his shaft to your chin, and he groans, hand finding your hair. “good girl.. take it all.”
kuroo’s fingers pump in and out of your hole, slick squealchy sounds filling the room, your pussy clenching around him. he adds a third finger, stretching you, and you moan around gojo’s cock, the vibration making him curse. “fuck, she’s tight. gonna feel so good on my dick.”
you cum hard, shaking, juices gushing over kuroo’s hand and mouth. he laps it all up, not stopping until you’re whimpering from overstimulation. then he pulls back, chin glistening, lips swollen. “sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted.”
they switch places seamlessly. gojo slides down, lining up his cock with your entrance, while kuroo strips, revealing his toned body - abs rippling, cock hard big and veiny, a bit longer than gojo’s but just as thick. he kneels by your face, tapping his tip against your lips. “your turn, sweetheart.”
gojo pushes in slow, inch by inch, your walls fluttering around him. “still so fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, bottoming out with a sigh. he starts thrusting, deep and steady, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. you wail, taking kuroo into your mouth, sucking sloppily, tongue swirling around his head.
kuroo threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you deeper. “that’s it, baby. choke on it.” spit runs down your chin, mixing with tears as gojo fucks you harder, his cock dragging against your g-spot with every snap of his hips.
“fuuuck— look at her, taking us both like a champ,” gojo pants, hand smacking your ass lightly, leaving a red mark. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”
kuroo pulls out of your mouth with a pop, stroking himself as he watches. “wanna fuck her too. switch?”
gojo nods, pulling out of your gaping cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing. they manhandle you onto all fours, kuroo behind you now. he rubs his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick, then pushes in - slow at first, then slamming home. you yelp, the angle hitting deeper, his cock bullying your poor cervix.
gojo positions himself in front, feeding you his dick again. “suck, baby. thereee we go— make me cum down your throat, yeah?”
they find a rhythm, kuroo pounding into you from behind, hands gripping your hips and ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, while gojo fucks your face, balls slapping your chin. the room smelling like sex - sweat and cum and your arousal, gagging sounds echoing along with the slapping of skin and your pussy getting fucked.
“shiiit... her pussy’s sucking me in,” kuroo groans, thumb circling your asshole. “want me to play here too? hm, angel?”
you nod around gojo’s cock, and kuroo spits on your hole, pressing his thumb in slowly. the stretch burns so good, fullness overwhelming. he works it in and out, matching his thrusts, and you feel another orgasm building.
gojo’s close, hips stuttering now. “fucking hell, baby- gonna cum— swallow it all, yeah?” he thrusts deep, spilling down your throat with a hot moan. you gag, swallowing what you can, the rest dripping from your lips. he pulls out, smearing the mess on your cheek. “haahh... messy girl.”
kuroo speeds up, thumb buried in your ass, cock slamming into you, pounding into your sopping pussy like he couldnt get enough. “cum for me, sweetheart. soak my dick... yeah, fuck— good girl...”
you do, screaming as your pussy spasms, squirting a little around his still-pistoning cock, wetting the sheets. kuroo follows immediately, pulling out to cum on your back, hot ropes painting your skin. but they’re not done.
gojo flips you onto your back again, sliding back into your pussy while it’s still pulsing. “my turn to fill you up.” kuroo straddles your chest, cock hard again already, pushing between your tits. “squeeze ’em together, pretty.”
you press your breasts around his shaft, and he thrusts, groaning at the friction. gojo fucks you rough, one hand on your clit, rubbing fast. “gonna breed this cunt,” he growls, and you whine, legs wrapping around him.
kuroo cums first this time, spilling over your tits and neck, marking your skin. then gojo’s next, burying himself balls-deep and pumping you full, cum leaking out around his cock, dripping down your crack. he pulls out slowly, watching it drip, then scoops some up and pushes it back in with his fingers. “keep it in there.”
they collapse beside you, all panting and sweaty. gojo kisses your shoulder, kuroo still out of breath. “that was fun,” gojo says with a grin. “we should do this again.”
kuroo smirks, hand tracing your thigh. “yeah, but next time, i get her first.”
gojo scoffs, reaching to the nightstand to light up a cig. “greedy shit.”
note. pls ignore how obvious it is that i had no idea how to end this bc i was literally in class when i finally decided to write it,, and this didn’t rly come out the way i imagined it either :c it was supposed to be a longer fic, but i js haven’t had much motivation to write lately. i’m so sowwy !!
- all met in highschool and were either friends or knew of each other, ended up all going to the same college
- moved into an apartment together because they all mutually hated the dorms
- all employed (besides kuroo and they bully him for it)
- akaashi and bokuto are together
- y/n is always at their apartment and is friends with everyone (besides kuroo????)
- oikawa and kenma have an ongoing bet that kuroo is going to sleep with y/n before college ends
- kuroo doesn’t hate y/n, he just acts like it because he doesn’t understand…. some feelings……….. (miscommunication trope for the win)
(repeat from other facts page) - despise their weird rivalry going on, kuroo always seems to be fishing her out of trouble. dragging her out of arguments, punching whatever douche bag is trying to fight her, driving her home when she’s to drunk to drive herself. it’s like an unspoken rule that no one asks about. kuroo is like her guardian angel.
- all go to the same college and thats how they met (hinata and kageyama are childhood best friends tho)
- they are roommates and all got an apartment together last year because y/n and kiyoko moved in together and the others eventually came along (their junior yr of college)
- y/n and nishinoya both work at a local coffee shop that is near the college campus
- y/n is literally cursed and always is involved with some type of problem someone trying to jump her
- their fg always goes out with kuroo and his fg because everyone is mutual friends
- they refer to kuroo and his roommates house as “the hufflepuffs” and they are “the gryffindors”
- y/n and kuroo always argue, neither of them like each other. (everyone thinks they either already hooked up or are eventually going to)
- y/n did NOT understand why kuroo hated her so much when they first met freshmen year, so she just started hating him back
- despise their weird rivalry going on, kuroo always seems to be fishing her out of trouble. dragging her out of arguments, punching whatever douche bag is trying to fight her, driving her home when she’s to drunk to drive herself. it’s like an unspoken rule that no one asks about. kuroo is like her guardian angel.
.𖥔 ݁ trouble is something that has followed her her whole life, and he always seems to be getting her out of whatever trouble she got herself into. ˖࣪ ִֶָ☾.
now playing : i wouldn’t ask you by clairo
status : ongoing
taglist : open
content : crude language, dark topics, alcohol use, everyone is aged up, violence, kys/kms jokes, college au, enemies(?) to friends to lovers, yn is a mess, kuroo is a love sick idiot, probably very ooc, miscommunication trope, remember warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for its individual warnings
pairing : tetsuro kuroo x female!reader
introductions : unsafe gay bar & brokeback mt if it was an orgy
playlist & aesthetics
chapter one : fuck my professors
chapter two : hufflepuff & gryffindor common room party
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