Despite being the child of a leader to one of the strongest sorcerer clans, you had no cursed energy. Your father constantly worried about your safety. Until one day, you come home to a raven haired young sorcerer who swears his life to your safety.
You were a good girl. You went to church with your family on Sundayโs, always sat at the dinner table every night and said grace before any of you ate your meals. You were never late to your classes, you had the GPA of a Havard graduate and your parents had high hopes for you. You were the role model other parents would compare their kids to.ย
That changed when Megumi entered your life.ย
He was the complete opposite of you. With his jet black hair and piercings and not-so-perfect attendance, he was the kind of kid your parents would despise. You couldnโt count on your own fingers how many times you would walk out of school to find him smoking with a couple of his friends at the base of the steps of the building. You always made sure to make a wide berth around the smoke, causing him and his friends to laugh hysterically.ย
How you were stuck in the same study group with him, youโll never know. Megumi was barely cooperating with you. You would begin talking, passing out your own paper copies of the assignment with the plan broken down into easy, bite size pieces that he could surely understand. But like every other day, he leans back in his chair and stares off through the window as he chews on a piece of gum.ย
Today, however; you felt bold. You were tired of getting nowhere on your project. You were done putting all the effort and getting nothing in return.ย
So, when Megumi leans back in his chair like he does every day, his hands traveling to rest behind his head, you decide to swipe your leg out and kick his chair, causing him to loose balance. His chair slides out from under him, and he lands on his ass with a loud thud.ย
Heads turn, your teacher- a woman with a bun tighter than the screws on your bike- clears her throat. โLesson learned, Mister Fushiguro?โย
Megumi is silent as he stands, picking his chair up with a sour look. He makes eye contact with you and you can feel the heat rise from your chest all the way to your cheeks. Now why did you go and do that for? A death wish is what you wanted, right?
He leans in once seated again, his eyebrows drawn together in a furious line. โYou will regret that little move you just pulled.โ
Your lips press together in a firm line, matching his intense glare. โMake me.โ
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You go through the rest of the day with not a lot on your mind. You have lunch with your normal friends, and slide though the rest of biology. You grab your bookbag from your locker, and when you slam it shut you find Megumi leaning against the closed lockers, startling you and causing the heat to pick back up in your chest. He looks at his fingers with listless eyes, until he looks up at you. His hair falls in his eyes and he tilts his head to give you a look of pity.
You make your way around him, shoulders hunched as you try to make it out of the building as fast as you can. Megumi is only a couple paces behind you, laughing to himself and flicking a lighter in his hand. You walk faster, pushing the doors open harshly and jogging down the steps.ย
Megumi quickly catches up with you however; and he grabs your wrist, pushing you against the brick wall along the side of the building. Your head makes contact and you wince, your hand reaching up to rub the back of your head with a groan. Once your eyes open, you see Megumi-ย cigarette between his lips and a lighter in his hand.ย
He flicks it once, twice and then a third time before the flame appears, dancing so dangerously close to your nose and you can feel the heat against your skin. Your hand pushes against him, shoving Megumi away from yourself.ย
โWhat do you want from me?โ
Megumi laughs. โDidnโt I say you were going to regret something earlier?โ
Your eyebrows knit together in frustration. โSo what? Youโre going to assault me?โ
More laughter. Megumi takes a long drag of his cigarette and flicks the ash in your face. You sputter and brush your face, dusting your uniform and gasping when the ash creates a stain on your shirt pocket. Megumi continues to snicker. โGod youโre such a priss.โ
โGet out of my way,โ you snarl, shoving past him.ย
Megumi grabs your shoulder and pulls you back against the wall. He takes another drag of his cigarette and stares down at you with a smirk. โWe need to work on that project donโt we?โ
โSuddenly you want to put in some effort?โ You shift uncomfortably in front of him with an annoyed expression. โThe presentation is due in four days. Most of the work is already done.โ
Megumi shrugs. โI donโt care. It can be late for all I care,โ he flicks his ash beside him on the ground. โI was thinking maybe I could come over later and put some work in.โ
Your cheeks flare up. โMy parents would never let you inside my house,โ you state, a cold chill spreading along your spine. Youโre afraid that you wonโt be able to change his mind, and that heโd actually just show up at your house and give your father a heart attack.ย
โAnd you think you could actually lie to your parents?โ Megumi smirks.ย
Your tongue dips out to slide across your lips in frustration. A bubble forms in your chest, feeling bold. You donโt know where it comes from, but you desperately want to prove him wrong.ย โWhoโs to say I wonโt?โ
Megumi laughs out loud. He slips a marker out of his pocket, and grabs onto your wrist, tugging it towards him. He keeps the lit cigarette in his mouth a squints as the smoke travels upwards into his eyes. He scribbles his address onto your wrist, tossing it back towards you with a chuckle. โSix oโclock. I should be done with the guys by then.โ
Megumi steps away from you, and starts walking down the sidewalk, flicking his ash as he strays further away from you. He doesnโt look back, and you hate yourself for expecting him to.
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You toss your bookbag to the side, closing the door behind you. Your motherโs car was in the garage, but your father wasnโt home yet. This was your time to ask, your mother was the easier one to talk to. You make your way up to your motherโs study, knocking on the door softly. Your hands shake, dread fills your lungs as your mother calls you in.ย
She smiles at you, her warm features steeling your resolve. โHow was school, {Y/N}?โ
โIt was great actually,โ you reply. โI was wondering if I could go over to Darcyโs tonight to finish the presentation weโre working on, if thatโs okay with you.โ You donโt know how you do it, but you meet her eyes. Your fingers fidget behind your back, and you rock on your heels slowly. โShe invited me to dinner as well.โ
Your mother, oblivious to your jittering, agrees. She gives you a soft smile. You feel horrible lying to your mother, but the thrill quickly overcomes it. You smile back at her and leave her study, trailing your fingers along the wall. Do you think you could get used to this feeling?ย
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Megumiโs house is nestled in a tiny cul-de-sac, five blocks away from your house. On either side is a house with gardens, trees framing the back of the house and warm lights in each of the windows. His house is dark, one singular light in the corner, and a โBEWARE OF DOGโ sign on the door and fence surrounding the house. You park your bike in front of his garage and make your way along the brick that leads up to the front door.
Before your knuckles make contact with the door it swings open, and your fist almost makes contact with his forehead. Heat floods to your cheeks again, looking away. The smirk on his face is embarrassing.ย
โYou crazy son of a bitch, you did it,โ he says, opening the door wider, inviting you inside. You take a step in, and look around.ย
Itโs empty. Thereโs barely anything hanging on the walls, no pictures of his family or any evidence of a family at all. A couch is placed on the far side of the room, with a tv seated across from it and the shelves are barren. You canโt help it, but pity swells inside of your chest. Megumi shuts the door behind you and steps in front of you.ย
โThereโs nothing to see, and wipe that look off your face,โ he says, staring back at you. โMy roomโs up here, hurry up or Iโll leave you to the demons.โ
Youโve never walked so fast in your life.ย
Once in Megumiโs room, youโre relieved to see more decorations to look at. He has posters of a few rock bands, a Sports Illustrated poster is in the corner and above the dark wooden desk hangs a couple vinyl records from bands youโve never heard of. He has a dark red bedsheet similar to the one you have, but itโs clear his isnโt washed as often as yours is. His bed isnโt made, and his pillows are crooked. You really canโt help but stare at the state of his room.ย
โAre you gonna keep staring, or pull out your shit and get to work?โ
You toss your bag onto his bed and glare at him. โI didnโt come over here to get bullied.โ
โNo, you didnโt. Tell me, why did you come here anyway?โ Megumi leans back in his chair at the desk, his arms folded behind his head. In his t-shirt, you can see how large his arms are. Theyโre so defined, tanned and veined that youโre amazed heโs managed to hide them in the school uniform.ย
โI- uh,โ you canโt form the words, the only thing you can do is stare at him, and heโs fully aware of the effect he has on you. His smirk only grows larger, and you again look away from his as the warmth returns to your cheeks.ย
โOr maybe you just wanted to spend some time with your good pal โgumi, yeah?โ He leans forward. Almost immediately, the tension changes in the room. His elbows rest on his knees and his eyes quickly travel over your body as you sit awkwardly on the corner of his bed. โ{Y/N},โ he drags out your name, his hand reaching over to rest on your knee. โYouโre not getting any dirty thoughts are you?โ
You gasp and slap away his hand, reaching for your bag. โI would never have those thoughts about you,โ you spit, digging through your belongings to pull out the folder that holds your presentation. Once itโs in your hand, you turn back to him and are surprised when your nose brushes against his. A gasp leaves your mouth, and youโre not prepared for when Megumi presses his lips against yours in a split second.ย
He barely kisses you for a second before youโre pushing him away from you, your entire face on fire. The two of you stare at each other, long enough for you to fight conflicting morals in your head. The more you lean into one side, the closer you get to Megumi and once again are your lips locking with his. He pulls you by the skin of your ass so you sit in his lap, his hands grazing the globe and digging his fingers into your skin. Megumi swallows your moans greedily, pulling you further into him, relishing in the feeling of your body.ย
You take the liberty of dragging your hands across his chest, running them along his shoulders and gripping them when he smacks your ass sharply. You moan against him, to which Megumi chuckles darkly at. โSomeone likes that, yeah?โ
The heat returns to your cheeks. Megumi stands, and you immediately wrap your legs around his waist as he travels to his bed, hovering over you as he lowers the two of you onto the bed. Megumi continues to kiss you, lips moving down your body as he lifts your shirt up to kiss your stomach, lowering himself further and further down before he stops at the waistband of your shorts.ย
Megumi makes eye contact with you, and before you can hesitate, you nod and your shorts are off before you can take it back. You donโt have time to be embarrassed about your choice of underwear, Megumi throws the garment across the room and immediately attaches his mouth to your cunt. Your eyes widen and your breathing stops.ย
What would your parents think of you? You were a firm believer in waiting until marriage, your parents rarely talk about anything sexual let alone have given you the sex talk. Youโre sure youโll burn in hell for this experience.
Megumi makes good work of you, causing your legs to shake the longer he circles your clit with his tongue. Wet, messy sounds fill the room, along with your high pitched moans. A coil begins burning in your stomach, your vision starts to go white and you card your hands into his hair and begin to tug as the coil gets tighter.ย
Megumi presses his hands into your hips, holding you in place against his mouth and a scream rips through your mouth as the band snaps in your stomach and you cum violently. Your legs shake, and your breathing is shallow as you try to collect yourself. Youโre so out of it, you donโt catch Megumi taking off his boxers to reveal himself fully hard, tip flush against his stomach.ย
You try to look away, but you canโt. Youโre in awe, absolutely smitten with him, the forbidden fruit that the church has always been warning you about. You sit up, resting back on your elbows as Megumi pumps himself, staring you down with hooded eyes. He looks like he wants to eat you alive, and youโd happily let him.ย
โYou wanna be a good girl and get on my cock for me, princess?โ
A shiver runs down your spine. Youโre a good girl alright, just for him. Only for him. You donโt care that youโve overly inexperienced, and donโt know a thing about having sex, but youโre willing to learn. For him.ย
โMegu-โ
โOh thatโs right, I forgot youโre wound tight, donโt worry,โ Megumi chuckles. He climbs back over your body and slides the tip of his cock between your folds, causing your legs to jolt with every long drag. โThis is your first time, isnโt it darling?โ
Your lips press together as you grab at him desperately. Megumi clicks his tongue, pushing the tip of his cock past your folds, watching your face change into a shocked, pained expression. His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he stills his actions, waiting a beat before fully sinking himself inside of you.ย
Youโre too far gone. Thereโs no going back now, Megumi rocks against you, his hips colliding with yours and the sounds of pure sex fill the air in the room. Itโs a sound you quickly get addicted to, relishing in the skin to skin contact and how his hand moves to wrap around your throat. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you get lost in another orgasm.ย
Megumi continues with his pace, whispering dirty, filthy things into your ears and he starts to lose himself in the feel of you. You feel so warm, so tight.. God youโre so innocent and he loves the fact that heโs the one to corrupt you. His orgasm builds, and he doesnโt give any warnings except for the throaty groans and moans dropping from his mouth.
He curses, your final warning before he paints the inside of you white, and he quickly removes himselfย to grab a rag from the bathroom to clean you up. Only then does it sink in. โMegumi!โ You exclaim, your hand meets his bare chest in a fit of rage. โDid you reallyโฆfinish inside?โ
Megumi gives you a sheepish grin.ย
โMy parents are going to fucking kill me!โย
โI think theyโll kill me first, sweetheart,โ he retorts, and continues cleaning you up.ย
โฆ โฅ โฆ summary: you are a cocktail waitress at a fancy, exquisite hotel and casino, called to serve some drinks to a party of four men in a private poker room. it wasnโt until the tension of being the only girl in the room with a sexy attire and no panties has never felt this exciting and thrilling to you.
โฆ โฅ โฆ wc: 4,651
โฆ โฅ โฆ pairings: getou, toji, nanami, gojo x reader. (after care with getou :D)
who wouldโve thought that tonight would end up with you indulging with sex, money, and fun?
in the early days of your career as a cocktail waitress, a bunch of obstacles would occur to the point where your job felt too difficult for you to continue on. youโd feel shame and discomfort in the workplace, the sickening catcalls from men with unhealthy gambling addictions, and unwanted insecurity in your way.
but it wasnโt until tonight. a very special night, something you have never thought of experiencing except when you indulge in your dark fantasies, that ended up leaving you breathless and shaking uncontrollablyโ literally.
earlier that evening during the beginning of your shift, you were told by your managers that your uniform for tonightโs theme was a cigarette girl corset. you scrutinized the material, enchanted by how stunning it looked, almost resembling a mini dress. the corset had curvy, lean underwires and soft ruffles with a braided trim accentuating the bust line like a flowing cascade of the midnight sky.
you put it on, staring at your glamorous features and the comfy fabrics and silk hugging your skin. it was definitely quite an outfit, enough to get everybody staring at your cleavage and bare skin. but with the confidence and boldness that grew into you while working in such a ribald and racy environment, you donโt feel that much shame at all.
after fixing your appearance in the mirror, you noticed your panties. there was a sudden intrusive thought that struck you, leaving you fumbled. you were debating whether you should leave them on or not. would anybody notice? would anybody point it out? it was, without a doubt, a very raunchy and scandalous thing to ever do while at workโ while at public. but if itโs not risky, whereโs the fun in that?
risks, risks, risks. you encountered them numerous times to get to the top, fighting your way for money, a roof over your head, and something to fill your stomach every damn day. in your mind, you considered the prospect and how low the chance was for someone to acknowledge.
but if a random stranger were to acknowledge. . . how would things escalate from there?
after finishing, you slip on the pair of white stockings, velvet opera gloves, and some black platform high heels. you weave your way down to the bar, passing by the staggered rows of fancy roulette tables, poker tables, blackjack tables, and glowing slot machines with the lingering stench of cigarettes in the air. finally, you reached the main bar where you collect the trays of drinks to serve. for hours you were serving all kinds of alcohol to the players and customers, walking about with nobody noticing.
but by the time it was around the end of your shift, you were told to take three glasses with different bottles of alcohol to a private poker room upstairs.
. . . upstairs? where the loyal patrons of this casino play at? you pondered, slightly intrigued.
swallowing the thought away, you gracefully take the tray of wine glasses, the smooth and thick liquid swirling inside the bottles as you walked to the elevator. luckily you were aloneโ no distractions, no creepy men, and no coworkers. just a few seconds of relief and isolation.
once the elevator dings softly at your designated floor, you sauntered steadily down the carpeted golden hall, keeping the drinks at bay. the walls were adorned with artwork depicting past tournaments, world poker tour events, and other commissioned paintings that were meant to inspire the players. the hotel and casino, overall, was just so prominent and stylish. it was quite the comfortable and aesthetically pleasing environment for you to work in.
you make your way down the hall and stopped before a grand, double door. legends roomโ as what theyโd call itโ an exclusive two-table enclave to honor the greatest players of poker. since there was only one party of four men to serve, you knocked timidly with the joint of your index finger and awaited for a reply.
โcome in,โ a sultry voice finally answered.
you push on the heavy doors, entering into a crisp and warm environment with red lighting. the walls consisted of mahogany boiserie encased spaces, dramatized with golden accents to add luxe and elegance. there were also leather sofas against the wall for spectators. the perfect atmosphere for an old-fashioned game of poker and drinking.
oh god, you quietly panicked, scanning the tranquil environment with an uncomfortable amount of tension in the air. there was nobody else but you and four other men.
โevening, gentlemen,โ you greeted contentedly, grabbing the attention of the men seated on the leather covered chairs.
the moment all of their eyes laid on you, your chest tightened with anticipation. each men studied you carefully and subtly as you bend over to place the glasses gently on their left sides, followed by the beverages standing on the velvet foamy table.
โwhatโs up?โ
โevening.โ
โhey there.โ
all of the mensโ voices were in unison, polite and welcoming as you passed by. although you may seem composed to them on the outside, you were nervous; your heart was hammering and your palms grew clammy as you gripped onto the cold bottles like they were about to slip away.
however, there was one particular man you were familiar with from the groupโ getou; an attractive coupier that youโve seen often, at the workplace with black piercings and part of his hair tied back, standing at the curved edge with poker chips and arranged cards. his cream dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows neatly, tucked in with black slacks and the top three buttons undone.
at least you were somewhat comfortable with him in a room with some random strangers. random, but undeniably attractive strangers.
and what was bound to happen when youโre the only woman in a group full of men?
โhey,โ getou greeted with a gentle smile. both of his hands were propped on the poker table, leaning forward as his doe eyes take in every inch of your tantalizing figure before him.
โhey. did you order the crรจme de cassis?โ you asked, voice honeyed with titillation as if you were lulling him with your beautiful charm. you held the bottle before him along with a corkscrew, showing the label.
โyes, maโam.โ getou waits patiently as his glass was poured with the beverage. โyouโve been working quite a lot, havenโt ya?โ
โi guess so,โ you chuckled, your captivating smile catching his full attention as you move to the other end, opening a bottle of bourbon. โyou didnโt order any drinks, right?โ
โno maโam,โ another man with frosty white hair and bright blue eyes replied. he scanned your entire attire and figure, head to toe, licking the bottom of his lips.โwonder whatโs the occasion for tonight.โ
โand for you, did you order the bourbon?โ you asked the man parted straw blond hair in the middle, your movements so precise and delicate that it was enough to amuse him.
โyes. i appreciate it,โ he conceded kindly, waiting patiently as you poured the whiskey in his glass.
it was quiet, not that much conversations since the private poker room only had this party and the other tables and lounge area were vacant. nonetheless, serving each of them went by a little slow. while getou and gojo were chatting, getou would glance at you every once in awhile. he noticed that not only delicate and precise you were while making your way around to serve, but your pace was slow and steady.
he knew you wouldnโt pace like this. heโs seen you serve fast like an average waitress. it wasnโt until he came to the conclusion that you were doing it on purpose.
enough to tempt all of them with slow, seducing gestures.
you made your way for the last man who also had dark hair and a scar on the corner of his lips, placing a regular bottle of beer for him.
โthanks,โ the man smiled.
โthis is [first name] everyone,โ getou suddenly introduces. โand [first name], this is gojo, nanami, and toji. weโre all good friends here. [first name] is also the best at serving drinks.โ
you grinned at his complement and gazed down at the floor until you realized you were getting too excited. remember, youโre just here to serve drinks. thatโs all, nothing else, you scolded mentally.
โthanks, getou. is there anything else you guys would like?โ you asked sweetly, slanting your head.
โhow about some individuals tips for ya?โ toji coaxed. his mouth twisted to a smirk, slipping some folded bills sitting between his two fingers and placed them on your tray.
โthank you, sir.โ you scanned the table, analyzing their game and their play. you could see strategies and ranges the men had.
โwant to come watch us play?โ gojo suddenly asked. โor, if you want, you can join us. an extra player for our little game night wouldnโt be so bad.โ
you made your way to the end of the table where getou stood, who was organizing the chips. โyou boys did a good job with your ranges. seems like a good game.โ
โoh, it was a good game,โ getou emphasized. โwe were about to leave, but we can play one more round with you.โ
โoh no, what i meant was. . .โ you suddenly trailed off, feeling a tight sensation in your chest.
fuck, what am i thinking? i should be out of here already!
โ. . . you guys deserve a reward,โ you continued, all eyes on you. โyouโve been loyal customers at our casino and the host enjoys your stay here.โ
the more they kept staring at you, with all the attention on you, the more you felt enticed. it was a perfect scenario, a perfect opportunity to kill some time. maybe getou realized that as well, his intense eye contact and words stimulating and arousing you in places you forgot existed.
โa reward?โ getou asked. you can hear his voice growing low, like the softest mutter youโd hear that makes your skin crawl. โand what about you?โ
โthink a hard working lady like you deserves some fun time, donโt you think?โ says toji, tilting his neck back against the chair to consume his beer.
your body was growing hot. powerless inside, yet willing. you were starting to grow swollen the more you thought about it. the temptation and seduction was tough to fight, especially with the coolness hitting you down there.
and they havenโt even done anything to you. yet.
nanami hummed, shoving his hands in his pockets. โitโs fair. a free reward for our play and your work. youโd like that, huh.โ
getou was standing unbelievable close before you. his eyes were tense, jaw set and eyes resting on yours. you gaze up at him tantalizingly through your lashes, breathing slowly while your heart was beating erratically. he had folded cash somewhere in his pocket, this time slowly slipping it into the garter strap you were wearing.
โweโll pay you extra for a good time with us tonight,โ he whispers tentatively in your ear, slanting your head at him again. โafter all donโt you think you deserve this?โ
nanami and gojo stood up and walked over to your side, tossing cash on your tray as well. never in your life have you thought a scenario like this was possible; especially in public. it all felt so wrongโ incredibly wrong. but it couldnโt stop how needy you were for this, how excited you were to be the center of attention tonight. it all just felt too unreal to be happening.
โfor so long, getou. . .โ you muttered lowly, slipping off your velvet gloves to the side and staring into his eyes, greedy and hungry. โi have wanted this for so long.โ
getou chuckled, gazing down at your body and roaming about your corset. his touches were so delicate, so warm, so mysterious against your skin. โput your hands on the table, then. keep them there for us.โ
his voice was suddenly firm, so commanding that you were immediately aroused, like an electric current leading into your throbbing cunt. you obeyed and placed your hands on the teflon-coated fabric.
โainโt she so pretty in this outfit?โ toji mused nearby, the beer still in his grip and feeling slightly tipsy. all of the men started to surround you from behind.
โwoah. looks like sheโs not wearing anything underneath though,โ nanami acknowledges with a chuckle as he glances at your ass showing underneath the ruffles, all of the nerves in your body suddenly freezing in suspense. somebody has finally found out. โwe just met and this tells us a whole lot about you.โ
โseems like nothing but a slut in that waitress outfit, arenโt ya?โ gojo teases, causing you to feel bashful. โtrying to show off your pretty little cunt to some strangers.โ
getou grips on your chin with his left hand, the other pulling up the hem of the corsetโs ruffles to reveal your bare ass for the rest of the men. you kept looking at getou with nothing else to reply with, only the hint of lust gleaming through your eyes. your back was arched, hands on the surface of the poker table for support, your ass and breasts sticking out and your legs slightly spread out.
with no hesitation, toji takes his fingers and slides on your slit with no warning, your breath hitching once he starts to circle around your dampened clit. โso fucking wet for us,โ he chuckles. โlike sheโs been waiting all night for this.โ
getou kept watching the way your mouth widened, stretched open to a satisfied smile, and whined when toji kept playing with your cunt mercilessly, turning the rest of the men on. two of his fingers glide to your lips, letting you helplessly suck them off and encircling your tongue around them.
โgod, you look so fucking hot right now. wonder what you would look like with a dick in your mouth and in your hands all at the same time.โ
you find yourself surrounded by all the men in such close proximity. toji lowers your body roughly on your knees, watching as all of the men were unzipping their slacks and pulling their cocks out. you were silently quivering with want and desire, growing wetter and wetter. it was so fucking hot.
your mouth went for getou first, lips wrapped entirely around his dick and allowing him to thrust slowly. the rest of the males watched in amusement, fisting their cocks as slick and sloppy noises pop out from your lips while sucking him off. voluntarily, you raise your hands up and curl your fingers around two moreโ gojoโs and nanamiโsโ stroking and pumping their cocks simultaneously, using their leaking pre-cum as lubricant.
โthis is what you wanted, right?โ toji teases, holding your head in place as getou fucks your throat. you let out a muffled moan in response, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head and your cunt pulsating rhythmically like wildfire. the more getou kept hitting the back of your throat mercilessly while you were jerking off nanami and gojo, it was enough for the white-haired male to grow impatient. he needed to be in your mouth badly.
as getou pulled away, you were immediately greeted by gojoโs dick shoved down your throat with no warning. he held you right there, not moving an inch for almost five seconds, your eyes starting to water and vision blurring. his grunts were very raw and intense as he plunged back and forth, leaving you to breathe shallowly through your nose. you were too distracted that your hands stroking getou and tojiโs cocks began to falter.
โyou should see how fucking pretty you look with my dick in your mouth,โ gojo chuckles, holding onto your cheeks and angling your head higher. โeyes up at us all times. got it?โ
his dick finally slides outside of your mouth, immediately gasping for air before you find your hands roughly pinned above your head by nanami. you felt something slither around your wristsโ his silk tieโ tying them together to the wooden leg of the poker table.
โno need for your hands this time,โ the blond man smirked.
your arousal mounted higher than ever, looking so helpless and restrained to the three strangers and one co-worker. you open wide for him eagerly, taking nanamiโs dick steadily in your mouth. you flicker your gaze onto his face, cheeks hallowed and lips engulfed around his length, waiting for him to move. but instead, the male set his hands on his hips and peered down at you with nonchalance.
โcโmon, pretty. show us what youโve got,โ he instructed.
already feeling provoked, his cock felt warm in your mouth, sitting plainly on your tongue until you push your head down further and pull back slightly. you repeated this rhythm for awhile, swish noises echoing in your ears and nanamiโs soft groans exciting you. there was so much sensation coursing in your pussy, uncontrollably throbbing and whining on his dick.
โthatโs it. fuck him good,โ says getou, fisting his cock with the arousal of you being tied up.
โyouโre doing so fucking well,โ toji praises.
gojo glances at how your inner thighs were clutching together, taking note of how delirious and frenzied for your vacant cunt to be played with. โlook at her. sheโs begging for it,โ he teases.
nanami jerks his cock away from your mouth, all messy and slippery on your face. โwhat do you want us to do to you, hm?โ
โto. . . to fuck me,โ you mewled, panting ravenously while sticking your tongue out that was coated with nanamiโs pre-cum.
toji suddenly stepped forward with his right foot settled between your legs, the leather toe cap of his shoe protruding your swollen clit. shamelessly, you straddled on the material and bucked your hips, humping at a sufficing pace. toji grabs your face and forced his cock in your throat, gagging and moaning on him.
โfuckโ youโre gonna come on my shoe first? would be such a waste. but youโre that desperate for us, arenโt ya?โ he taunted, the rest of the men chuckling while you felt a little humiliated inside.
โpโ please,โ you whimpered once toji slipped his length out. โi want all of your cocks inside me. please.โ
โthis door isnโt locked, yaโ know,โ the dark-haired male smirked. โwhat if someone were to walk in? like your manager?โ
โoh, i donโt think sheโll mind at all,โ says getou. his cock was sticking out beside tojiโs, waiting for your mouth to be available and abusing it relentlessly.
toji kept his shoe at your pussy, observing the way your folds were parted wide open and encircling your hips at the stimulation, your furtive wetness smearing all over like lubricant and driving to a near orgasm. but it wasnโt until he stepped back and gladly gave you his fingers to fuck your cunt.
you were lost in your own need, writhing on tojiโs fingers thrusting insanely fast that your body drew near a spasm. getou groaned from the loud begging noises you made, vibrating on his dick. with so much to bear and your pussy becoming slick with copious amounts of fluid, your body shuddered with an intense, raw orgasm. so intense that you spurted tiny clear fluids all over tojiโs fingers.
โthatโs more like it,โ the male grinned, his self confidence raising after making a girl like you squirt for the first time.
the tip of getouโs cock rested on your puckered lips, seeing how much of a mess you made down there. โyouโll be on the poker table,โ he tells you. he untied the fabric holding your wrists together and grabbed on your arm firmly to stand up, almost losing your balance.
getou sets you down swiftly on the table, the stacked gambling chips and deck of cards nearby shattering all over like your body. your pussy was leaking, rivulets of wetness and arouse running down. luckily the table was short enough for nanami, gojo, and toji to spread out and take the opposite ends where your head and hands were available.
โsuch a pretty little whore you are for us,โ cooed getou, standing before your pussy.
your eyes were already squinting, panting softly from the way getouโs hands leisurely roamed around your body. you look up to see nanamiโs dick hovering over your face, finding yourself mindlessly opening your mouth for him.
it was such a hot view for all the men in unbuttoned dress shirts to descryโ a horny cocktail waitress with her legs spread out on a poker table, the multicolored chips and the playing cards scattered everywhere, and treated like nothing but a conduit for pleasure and stress relief. your breasts sticking out, nipples hardened and fondled with, garter straps holding onto bills, and your heels in the air.
before you know it, your fingers were circling on gojo and tojiโs tips, hardening every second your throat was poking with a cock print. getou forces your legs apart as he rams his cock right into your velvety cunt. you were immediately immensed and dissolved with pleasure that felt so overstimulating, you gave pathetic moans and whines like there was no tomorrow.
โso. . . so fucking good,โ you panted out. your body kept rocking from how mindblowing and incredible getou kept thrusting further and faster. an orgasm was building up soon, making you gyrate your hips on him and mewl on nanamiโs cock. getouโs hands gripped onto your sore thighs, feeling you clench all over his cock that was so hard, so erect, it almost hurt like hell.
โlike getting used like this?โ getou taunted, mauling your breasts and slapping them with a sharp sting. whatever was inflicted onto your body by the men, it writhed you intensely. all you could ever do was moan in delight, so greedy for someone to fill your walls up entirely until you black out.
โso fucking sexy,โ nanami grunted, his low and silvery voice giving you chills down your spine. โkeep fucking me like that. goddamn.โ
the room was filled with juddering grunts and moans. an entirely filthy situation that you were humiliatingly proud of. after full, hard-on languid penetrations from the attractive coupier getou, he pulls out with hot spurts of his cum landing on your stomach and dripping on your thighs. with your throat closing in on nanami, he released right there, forcing you to hold it as you choked on his dick.
you immediately gasped for air once he pulled out, slobbering with cum all over your face, mouth and stomach. the sudden withdrawal from their cocks caused your pussy to ache for more attention as it kisses the coolness. it wasnโt until gojo fisted his cock right before your face, sighing when you sucked slowly on his balls.
โyou make such cute fucking sounds, you know that?โ he says coyly.
the men all switched around the table, this time toji standing between your legs. he throws your right leg over his shoulder and thrashed his cock into you wildly, penetrating you deeply it made him ache. every cry of yours made him fuck you harder than ever, an urgent throbbing in your core once a pulsing orgasm with his cock washed over you.
all you were to them was nothing but a fuck toy, taking turns and passing you around while their cum splattered all over your naked body like a canvas. after getting your cunt stretched by toji, your mind and body fell numb. but no matter how tired you were, there was still more people waiting for their turn.
โfuck her like the good little slut she is.โ
โgod, you feel so fucking good.โ
later you shifted to a different position for nanami, sitting near the edge of the poker table with your elbows in support. his gentle-to-rough pace while filling your silk walls lavished your body, the agonizing feeling infecting your brain. it was nearly impossible to form a full sentence after having your mouth full of arousal and your throat pulsing. it was also nearly impossible to configure a train of thought.
and finally, with gojo on the leather seats, he watches the way your body bounces up and down his cock while sucking your tits. your arms extend out for another handjob session, oozing with so much cum.
โyes! fuck me right there!โ you cried out loudly when he holds your hips in place and fucks you so fiercely on the chair. youโve came for the sixth time today. you fall into an ecstasy, too astonished and too worn out to process everything. it felt like pleasure beyond desire. and the more orgasms you gained voraciously, the more you drifted into happiness and content.
a beautiful cunt like yours, so battered and abused right after, once again on your knees as your face was coated with thick loads from them jerking off around you. with all of your energy drained as well as their cum, you started to feel sleepy.
โsee you soon.โ
โhope we meet each other again.โ
โhad a good time with ya.โ
and you left yourself alone like that once the three strangers left, ending up sleeping on the sofa with barely any energy to clean up and change.
โhey. wake up.โ
a sweet caress that felt like diving into the soft petals of a flower field awoke you from your peaceful slumber, delicately blinking at the familiar man holding your face. he was squatting beside the couch you laid in, your naked body covered in his dress shirt. it took a moment for you to realize he was completely shirtless.
โgetou. . .โ you mumbled weakly, swallowing thickly for the right words to say. โam i getting fired?โ
you watch as your manager shook his head, his lips stretched to a tender smile that made your heart leap. a side of him that you barely see aside his serious and composed appearance as a coupier.
โof course not. i donโt intend on doing that to you,โ he replies. โiโm here to look after you. i care for you a lot.โ
the only thing you could respond with was just a chuckle, watching him head to the same poker table that was neatly cleaned; as if it were never used. but somewhere on the surface, there was fresh folded clothes, a bottle of water, and a damp wash cloth draped over his arm like a formal waiter.
getou comes back and sits on the vacant edge of the couch with the wash cloth in his grip. โmay i?โ he asks, glancing at the dress shirt covering your nude body.
you gave a little nod, throwing your hands beside your head and watching him slide off the piece of clothing away from your body. the cloth pressing on your skin made you tense from the sudden warmth and dampness, but later felt accustomed to.
getouโs movements and touches were much more gentle, a benign act of kindness and treatment. โhow long have i been passed out?โ you ask him.
โjust an hour. but donโt worry, your shift is already over,โ he replies.
โgetou,โ you suddenly say again. โabout what happenedโโ
โshh. you donโt have to mention it,โ the man spoke softly, cleaning your stomach. โbut if it is bothering you, please let me know.โ
โit doesnโt bother me at all,โ you clarified for him. โbut. . . i need to know something.โ
the damp wash cloth getou was holding halted right where he held onto your thighsโ right where he was about to clean. โwhat is it?โ
you licked the bottom of your lips, mentally preparing yourself. โdid you enjoy watching me with your friends?โ
getouโs mouth shifted to the side while in thought, reminiscing the way your body reacted to his friends fucking you harshly and releasing all over your body. โreally? of all questions?โ he scoffed, continuing to clean your thighs. โbut in case you wanna know, of course i did. you did so good tonight, baby.โ
you smiled at the ceiling in content from his answer. โdo they know that i work for you and youโre actually my manager?โ
โnope,โ getou says.
โdo they know about us?โ
โnah. didnโt tell anyone. just like you said not to yet.โ
your body and thighs were finally cleaned off, feeling smooth and the dampness trickling your skin from the air. you also gained a little bit of energy, sitting up with your elbows in support from behind. โthank you so much, getou. for everything.โ
