HOUSE RULES⠀─── ⠀Your daughter's friend always heard from her that her parents are disgustingly in love. She doubts it after watching you and Sukuna interacting.
The girl had heard many stories about her friend’s parents.
“You don’t understand,” she had said more than a million times, “my parents are, like, disgustingly in love. It’s embarrassing.”
She had expected something cringey. Kisses in the kitchen. Maybe matching mugs. Some middle-aged couple nonsense. Something wholesome, like in one of those old movies.
She hadn’t expected… this.
She stood awkwardly near the front door, her hands gripping the straps of her backpack. She felt slightly suffocated, as if the walls had eyes and all of them were staring at her.
A deep voice echoed through the house and she swallowed hard, glancing toward the kitchen, where her friend was calmly chewing her toast as if it were just another normal day.
“Are you blind?” Ryomen cleared his throat, one hand on his hip and the other lifting a small yogurt bottle to his mouth, his eyes fixed on his wife. “That’s not how you cut them.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” For a moment, the girl thought you were actually apologizing, but judging by the way you stabbed the poor fruit with the knife, it was easy to predict what would come next. “Next time I’ll ask for permission from the master chef before touching a knife.”
He smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile. It was the kind that showed too many teeth. Almost mocking.
“You really should,” he replied, taking another sip of yogurt as if he were completely relaxed, as if his wife didn’t have her hand dangerously close to a knife. “Because clearly you lack the motor coordination.”
You slowly turned your body, leaning your hip against the counter and crossing your arms, your lips parting to retort. “It’s just a fruit.”
“Presentation matters.” He shrugged.
“Then cut it yourself.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Are you admitting your incompetence?”
“I’m offering you an opportunity, coward.”
“Right—“ Sukuna’s gaze shifted, his eyes landing on the visitor near the door. “Who’s that.” His expression was terrifying to the poor girl.
“My friend, dad.” The teenager took one last sip of coffee and stood up. “She’s walking to school with me.”
“You brought someone into my house without asking for my permission first?” Sukuna placed the yogurt bottle on the counter and crossed his arms.
“That ‘someone’ is her friend,” you interrupted. “And the house is ours. I allowed it. Stop making a scene.” Your voice lowered slightly, as if trying to spare the poor girl from feeling even more embarrassed and intimidated.
“But she didn’t ask permission—”
“I asked mom. She’s the one who decides, anyway,” your daughter said, placing her plate in the sink and grabbing her backpack from the chair.
He let out a low “hm” through his nose.
“Of course,” he murmured, uncrossing his arms only to rest his hands on the counter behind him, leaning his weight back with an almost irritating calmness. “You hide behind your mother’s authority.”
“Sure, sure,” the teenager rolled her eyes, already pulling her friend by the arm toward the door.
“Sweetheart,” you said, your voice softer than anything you had used in the past few minutes. “Aren’t you going to be late? Your father can give you two a ride.”
“I don’t—”
“We’re fine! Thank you so much!” the friend answered far too quickly, dragging your daughter outside.
Ryomen’s gaze returned to you. “Did you see her behavior? In my time, children who challenged their parents learned—”
“You’re too talkative today,” you replied. “And don’t complain, you’re the one who spoiled her.”
He scoffed, leaning over and hugging you from behind.
As the two girls walked side by side, the friend cleared her throat.
“Are they… okay?”
“They’re like that,” she replied. “Gross, right? Imagine listening to that flirting every single day.”
꩜ MDNI, Toji's got a weird obsession with your panties
Toji was disgusting.
Not because he spat when he talked, or because he fucked anything that walked. No, it was because he had this nasty obsession with your underwear—especially when you were still wearing it.
It wasn't uncommon for the pervert to cop a feel whenever you had a skirt on — his large, calloused hand sliding under the ruffled fabric to grope the plush curve of your ass. His fingers went exploring, probing around like he was on a mission.
He'd grunt, low and satisfied as he figured out what pair of panties you were wearing that day — frilly lace, granny panties, even that worn-out pair with the little holes. It didn't matter to him. Toji would find out regardless.
But what he loved most was eating you out whilst you still had them on.
"Pussy inspection," he'd grin, crooked and filthy, as he bullied your knees up to your chest, folding you in half like it was nothing.
"Is that really what you're calling it?" You'd scoff back in embarrassment, calling him on his bullshit. You knew that this position was just the easiest way for your clothed cunt to be at the mercy of Toji's mouth.
Toji didn't bother answering with words. Instead, he buried his face between your thighs, broad nose pressing hard against the damp fabric as he inhaled as hard as he could. The huff that left him was guttural, vibrating against your mound. "Fuuuck, when did you last change these?'
"Uh— yesterday?" You stammered, mortified as you looked at anything but him.
Toji grunted, pulling back just enough to shoot you a displeased look with those hungry eyes of his. "Yesterday, huh?" Tch," he scoffed, lowering his head back down to nip at your crotch once more. "Waste of flavour if you ask me. Could've let your pussy marinate them f'longer."
"What the— Toji!" You squealed, tangling your shaky fingers in his ragged mop of hair. "That's so fucking gross, don't say that."
No matter how hard you shoved, though, Toji didn't move an inch. He simply chuckled, the sound muffled as his lips attacked you with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Each lingering mwah had you shaking under him until he went back to sucking the fabric — like he could taste you through it. It was then you squirmed harder.
"D-don't do th-a-a-at—" you keened out, legs kicking out and threatening to shut as Toji flattened his tongue and dragged it up to your aching clit. But you felt one thick finger hook under your panties, tugging up hard. The fabric slid between your fat lips, outlining your folds and making your clit throb against the aggressive pull.
"Mmm, thaaat's it," Toji groaned, shaking his head against you and huffing deep like a bitch in heat. "Look at that hole winking up at me — so fuckin' cute. Gonna kiss this pussy till it's making a mess f'me."
He wasn't kidding — Toji sealed his scarred lips over the wedged fabric, sucking hard over where your hole would be with his tongue flicking out and gliding over your clothed clit.
Your protests grew weaker, hips bucking into his mouth despite your previous hesitation. "Mmf— s-so good, 'ji . . ."
"I know, I know," he laughed, continuing to devour you whole. "Toji will make you feel so, so good."
And he did — even if your panties weren't as . . . seasoned as he'd like them to be.
˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓒.𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𓂃 ⭒ can't help but flirt with the pretty camgirl who hates him
⤿ ꒰ you're considered king and queen on the hit cam site: slutography. but oh, do you hate him :: cam au :: smut :: dom/sub dynamics :: kuna is a cocky shit ꒱
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ has been the bane of your existence ever since you both started posting. the fans loved him, women and men— everybody. not that you were any stranger to the bouts of money and endless flood of comments bursting at the seems from your streams. but sukuna was just better. ranked #1 slutography.com and so damn cocky about it. second place scorned you every time you checked the leaderboard.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ is a hard dom. with a focus on guided masturbation audios and scenario based roleplay. you were the exact opposite. a bratty sub who loved showing your body off to the camera. bragging about how much you could take. how you wouldn't submit to just anyone. your combined fans saw the potential way before you did, and they've been begging for a collaboration from the king and queen of slutography since forverer. but you'd rather die before you let cursedking and his filthy mouth anywhere near you. you were hardly quiet about your disdain for him.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ pretended to be indifferent when people would mention you in the comments of his streams. playing ignorant. a pointed, “who's that? I don't pay attention to second place.”
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ frustrated you to no end. just because he had a big dick and a tummy-fluttering-deep voice that made allllll the panties drop, didn't mean shit. a hot shot in your eyes. oh you were rolling in envy. that's what you told yourself. that it was just jealousy. definitely nothing to do with the hot feeling in your tummy when he drawled to the camera. absolutely nothing to do with the wet patch that dampened your panties when he pulled out his cock and thumbed on a thick vein on the underside. you weren't watching his streams cause you wanted to see him spit on his frenum piercing and listen to him guiding your hand through your own masturbation. you watched because you wanted to mock him! wanted to see what was so great about him!
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ shut up your bratty little comment from your burner account right up. “you really think you're all that, huh?” with the way he looked into the camera and that infuriatingly lazy smirk— you almost felt like he was staring into your soul. like he knew exactly who it was typing away behind the screen.
“you're always here, aren't you? miss me that much, huh princess?”
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ hasn't the slightest idea ( or maybe he does ), that you had to play with yourself after that. flicking your clit and riding your dildo in frustration as you tried to rid yourself of the image of him. of the way he called you princess. of those big hands that would shut you right up. one snatch and you'd be his pretty pillow princess. you understood in your heart that he knew it was you.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ started making little references of you in his streams. pointed comments about your posts. references to your streams that he'd only know if he tuned in. making response scenarios to your submissive asmrs, responding to your brattier comments on the timeline in an almost coy, vague way. “pretty girls sure do have big mouths, don't they?” “always love shutting a brat up.” “wonder if I have a special guest tonight. miss me?” and when slutography blew up with posts that #1 and #2 were possibly involved? oh, you were seeing red. making an impulsive post on your feed: “i'm not interested in small things.” honestly? not your best work. sukuna was anything but small, but hey— it caused a stir.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ cut the coy crap shortly after that. the moment someone brought you up during a stream, he crooked his head to the camera and scoffed. “we both know how much she dreams bout this 'small thing'. let brats be brats. they all find a way over my lap. one way or another.” and. slutography. went. wild.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ didn't mind the rumours, the gossip, the drama. it just meant an influx of views. you on the other hand were about to burst. you hated him. hated his cutting comments. his witty jabs. those eyes that made your tummy flutter. that voice that— enough. you needed time to yourself. away from this damn site before you burst a blood vessel. which is exactly why your friends arranged a night on the town for you. unfortunately for you, they weren't watching your alcohol consumption. and neither were you.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ just got out of the shower with a towel draped over his broad shoulders when he heard his phone blowing up. switching over to slutography, he quickly found out why. your account has been spam posting for the past twenty minutes. all about him. the most recent one?
who does cursedking think he is? juss cause he got a BIG DICK and a sexuyyy voice and and he thinks hes allllll that.
but that wasn't the best part. his favourite was your reply to a comment. ofc I can take him. in fact! I'll take him till HEs the one cryin.
oh? could you now?
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ arched a brow and chuckled to himself as he swiped his thumb to the dm tab. typing in your name and starting a new chat.
with your head throbbing and spinning the morning after, you'd look at your phone. only to have the hangover knocked straight out of you when your eyes caught the notification.
cursedking: wanna put your money where your mouth is, brat?
you didn’t even like parties. not really. the music was always too loud, the drinks too warm, and the couches too sticky with god-knows-what. but sukuna had invited you—told you to “just come for a bit,” palm heavy on the small of your back like he knew you’d say yes. and now you were here. outside. standing on the cracked concrete steps behind the frat house, your fingers nervously picking at the edge of your sweater sleeves.
he lights up without saying anything at first. leans back against the railing, tattoos glowing under the flicker of a motion sensor light. it smells like weed and cold air. he’s wearing a black tank top like he’s not freezing and his sweatpants hang low on his hips, drawstring barely tied. the smoke curls out of his mouth slow, lazy. like he’s not even trying.
you watch, kind of mesmerized.
“you ever tried it?” he asks.
you shake your head. too fast. “no.”
he grins, pink tongue pressed against his teeth. “want to?”
you hesitate. then: “maybe.”
he laughs. not in a mean way. in a you’re cute kind of way. and it makes your stomach flutter embarrassingly hard.
“c’mere,” he says, offering you the joint between two fingers.
you take a tiny step forward. he smells like sandalwood and cologne and something warm. his fingers brush yours when you take it, and your breath catches. he notices—but doesn’t say anything.
you hold it wrong. obviously.
“not like that,” he murmurs, and before you can blink, he’s stepping behind you, hand on your waist to turn you slightly, chest brushing your shoulder. “like this.”
his fingers curl around yours, adjusting your grip. he’s close. too close. you can feel his breath on your ear when he speaks.
“okay,” he hums. “don’t overthink it. just breathe in. not too deep. hold it a sec. then out.”
you do. try, at least. it burns. your lungs seize. you cough hard enough to double over, hand to your chest.
sukuna laughs again, low and full. “aw, shit. that was adorable.”
you shoot him a look. glare weak, eyes watery.
“you okay, sweetheart?” he asks, already brushing your back, soothing in a way that shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
“i’m fine,” you mumble, embarrassed. your voice cracks.
he grins again, mouth all smug and soft. “wanna try again?”
“…maybe.”
he watches you this time. doesn’t say anything when you steal another puff, smaller this time. still a little rough. still not good. but you don’t choke. not as bad, anyway.
“attagirl,” he says, and something in your stomach twists.
you hand it back.
“tastes weird,” you admit.
“you’ll get used to it.” he takes another hit, exhales toward the sky. then he glances over. “bet you’d like it better from my mouth.”
your heart skips.
“w-what?”
he shrugs, casual. “shotgun. ever tried?”
you shake your head.
he taps ash into an old beer can on the railing, then takes one more drag. when he looks back at you, it’s all heat.
“c’mere,” he says again, voice lower. slower. “i’ll show you.”
and you do. you hesitate, which only makes him smirk deeper. cocky. knowing. like he can feel your pulse skipping through your wrist.
“relax,” sukuna murmurs, voice thick with smoke. “just open your mouth for me.”
you shouldn’t listen. you know that. but your lips part before you can think twice.
he steps in closer. impossibly close. one arm braces against the railing beside your head, his other hand holding the joint with two lazy fingers, almost burned down now. the smoke clings to him, to the collar of his shirt, to his breath. he brings it to his lips again, inhales slow—then leans down before he exhales, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger like he’s done this a hundred times.
his mouth barely grazes yours.
and then he breathes it out.
warm smoke floods your mouth, your lungs. it’s smoother than before, still hazy, but your focus is too scrambled to register the burn. because sukuna’s lips are hovering over yours, eyes half-lidded, watching you like he’s already undressed you with his gaze.
you swallow, hard. his mouth lingers, breath mingling with yours, lips not quite touching.
“good girl,” he says, so low it’s almost a growl.
your stomach flips violently. the praise settles between your thighs like heat.
“see?” he adds, thumb dragging down the curve of your jaw. “tastes better like that, doesn’t it?”
you nod. or try to. it’s barely a motion, just enough to make him grin again.
“one more?” he offers, already moving in again, like he doesn’t need your answer.
and this time—this time when he exhales, your lips brush. soft. smoky.
he’s not kissing you. not really. but it feels like one anyway.
your knees wobble. his mouth hovers again, so fucking close.
and then he licks his lips. eyes flick down to your parted ones. waits.
“you wanna taste me again?” he asks, almost amused. “or you gonna be shy on me now, sweetheart?”
you don’t realize how warm you are until you’re back inside. maybe it’s the way the room tilts a little. not enough to scare you, just enough to feel like the floor’s moving soft beneath your socks. maybe it’s the bass still thumping through the walls. maybe it’s him, still pressed against your side.
you’re not even high, really.
just… warm. tingly. floaty. like a fizzy drink. like your mouth tastes like smoke and sugar and you’re not sure if it’s from the shotgunning or just him.
he doesn’t move away. his hand finds the small of your back when you wobble slightly. not to steady you. just to touch.
“you good?” he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
you nod. too quickly. then blink up at him.
and then—god help you—you giggle.
his brow arches. “oh?”
you don’t even know what’s funny. the way his shirt’s positioned? the way his necklace dangles right at your eyeline? the way your body feels like it’s made of candlewax?
you can’t stop staring at his mouth.
and he knows it.
“you’re high,” he says, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.
you shake your head. “no,” you whisper, though you sound more breathless than you mean to. “just a little… floaty.”
he hums. fingers brushing your side, lower now.
“floaty,” he echoes. “that what we’re calling it?”
you nod again. but slower this time. eyes still locked on his mouth like it’s the only solid thing in the room.
“you’re staring,” he murmurs.
“m’not.”
“mmhm.”
you’re still staring. especially when his tongue flicks across his lip, like he’s daring you to do something about it.
and—god. you do.
you lean in.
not a kiss. not yet. just close. your nose grazes his. your breath catches. your hand fists the front of his shirt like you need something to hold onto, and his eyes flicker, half-lidded.
“you’re actin’ different,” he murmurs, voice dipped in something low and amused.
“noooo,” you whisper, lashes fluttering.
“no?” his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you snug against him.
“you’re just… really sexy,” you say. it slips out too fast. too soft. the moment it leaves your mouth, your eyes widen in horror.
he laughs. full-on.
you cover your face with both hands, mortified.
he pulls them down, gently.
“don’t hide,” he says, grinning now. “i like this version of you. high and horny.”
your mouth drops open. “am not—”
“baby,” he interrupts, dipping his head until your noses bump, “you’re grinding on my thigh.”
you freeze.
then blink down.
you are. barely. just a little. soft and slow, like you didn’t even notice. and now your hands fly back up to your face.
he groans, deep in his chest.
“fuck,” he mutters, voice ragged. “you’re gonna kill me.”
he presses a thigh up firmer between your legs and watches your lashes flutter.
“damn,” he murmurs, pulling your leg over his lap, “who knew my girl just needed a little smoke to show me how she really is.”
you squirm, half-embarrassed, half still riding whatever fuzzy, low-buzz high is humming in your limbs. you press your face into his shoulder, but he’s already grinning, hand dragging up the inside of your thigh like it’s second nature.
“don’t get all shy now,” he teases, voice dipped in that lazy charm. “too late for that.”
your legs tighten around him.
and he feels it.
he groans under his breath, head falling back for a second like he’s collecting himself, before his eyes drop back to you—a little heavy, a little wild.
“bathroom,” he says.
you blink. “what?”
“bathroom,” he repeats, already shifting you off his lap, steadying you when you stumble slightly. “unless you wanna grind my thigh in front of the whole fuckin’ party.”
your eyes widen, heat climbing up your cheeks. but your hand still finds his, fingers lacing without thinking.
the walk is a blur. music thudding behind you, hallway lights too bright. you barely notice people talking. laughing. someone calls his name but he doesn’t answer, just tugs you down the hall, his hand firm on your waist like he owns it.
you hadn’t even realized how bad it’d gotten until he locked the bathroom door behind you.
until the echo of the party vanished, muffled through tile walls and music-thick floors, leaving you both in this tiny, hazy space that smelled like weed and faded cologne and something sweeter—him. you were dizzy. not just high, not just warm from the smoke still coating the back of your throat, but dizzy from the way he’d been looking at you all night. since the shotgun. since the way your lips had brushed and you’d looked up at him with glassy eyes, pupils blown wide.
you don’t remember who kissed first, only that your back hit the counter and his hands were already everywhere. under your skirt, gripping your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing and sitting you on the edge of the sink.
“can’t believe you,” he muttered, pulling your panties down to your knees. “you’re fuckin’ soaked. this from one hit?”
you whimpered—barely nodded. it wasn’t just one. it was him. the heat of his palm against your neck. the heavy drag of his voice every time he called you baby in front of the other guys. the way he looked at you like he wanted to ruin you, just so he could build you back up again.
his rings were cold when they brushed your folds, but the burn of his mouth made you jolt. he knelt between your legs like he had something to prove, mouthing at your pussy like it was the only thing in the world worth praying to.
and fuck, you wanted to cry—his tongue was slow, thick, greedy, curling inside you while his thumb circled your clit just the way you liked. you could feel yourself dripping down the curve of his wrist, making a mess all over his hand, but he didn’t care. didn’t pause. just kept groaning into your cunt like he was starving and you were the only meal he’d ever wanted.
you tugged his hair. moaned his name. rocked your hips against his face and choked out a high, half-sobbing plea when your thighs started to shake.
“’kuna—fuck, wait, i’m—”
he didn’t wait. he never waited when it came to your pleasure. you came on his tongue like it was the only thing that made sense anymore, thighs clamped around his head, one hand slipping behind you to keep from sliding off the sink. your vision blurred. your lungs trembled. your legs twitched as he kissed back up your body, his cock already out, already hard—heavy against your inner thigh as he licked his lips like he could still taste you.
“you want me inside?” he asked, and you nodded fast, too fast, whispering something that barely made sense but sounded like yes and please and need it now.
he fucked you slow at first, one hand gripping your waist to keep you steady, the other sliding up the back of your neck to cradle your head. he kissed you while he did it, tongue hot and slick, swallowing every noise you made, like he didn’t want anyone outside that door to hear how good he made you feel.
but he got mean when you clenched. when you whispered his name like a prayer. his hand dropped to your throat, thumb resting against your jaw, and his hips snapped harder, faster—fucking up into you like he owned you. like you were his, and he was going to fuck that fact into your soul.
“look at you,” he rasped, fucking you so deep your body jolted back against the mirror, “high off one little hit. letting me fuck you dumb in the frat bathroom. you like this, baby?”
you nodded, gasped, whimpered—his cock hitting that soft spot inside you over and over until tears leaked out the corners of your eyes.
“yeah,” he growled, fucking you harder, sloppier, voice breaking with it. “you’re my good fuckin’ girl, huh? my sweet little thing who gets high and begs for dick. gonna let me cum in this pussy, sweetheart?”
you couldn’t answer. not really. not with how hard you were trembling, how your nails dug into his shoulders and your mouth parted in a silent moan. he took it as a yes anyway, slamming in once more and spilling inside you with a guttural sound you’d never forget. you were still panting when he kissed you again, slower this time. messier. his cum leaking out of you, still pulsing around the base of his cock.
he pulled back, sweat-damp and grinning, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers.
your lips are kiss-swollen. your lashes heavy. your thighs still trembling.
his thumb traces the corner of your mouth.
“fuck,” he mutters, voice ragged. “you’re unreal.”
you blink up at him, a little dazed. still floaty. still warm.
“can we go again?” you whisper.
his brow arches. “...like round two?”
you nod slowly, lips tugging into a half-smile.
“of which one?” he asks, grin tugging at his mouth. “smoking or sex?”
"damn ryo, didn't take your girl for a party animal," toji let out in a low chuckle while taking the blunt back from sukuna.
"she's not. she's probably with shoko in the corner or somethin'." sukuna blew out a cloud of smoke before taking the blunt back from toji.
"ya' sure thats not her right there?" toji snorted out.
sukuna sat up a little straighter from his slouched position on the couch he and toji sat on, his eyes scanned the room, hoping to find you in your usual corner with shoko and the other girls. his half lidded eyes widened the slightest bit as they finally fell on you.
you were in the kitchen, chugging something out of a red solo cup,
in between satoru and suguru .
standing way too fucking close for comfort.
the two men towered over you even as their heads leaned back to chug, gojo finished first and threw his cup down earning a bunch of loud cheers and howls from the other frat brothers surrounding the three of you. gojo flashed a cocky smile and wiped his mouth before his eyes flicked down to you.
you didn't even wanna come to gojos stupid ass party in the first place, yet here you were surrounded by a bunch of frat dudes, chugging one down like you were one of the brothers.
"the fuck?" sukuna took the blunt from his lips and practically threw it on tojis lap before shooting up from his spot on the couch. he was fuming. he could feel the heat rising in his ears.
sukuna forcefully pushed past the dancing crowd, his large frame allowing him to do so with ease. he watched as you threw your drink down just before suguru did, earning even more cheers, that wasn't what bothered sukuna, it was the fact that satoru leaned down and whispered something in your ear with that stupid cocky smile he always wore— then suguru had the audacity to shove a piece of paper in your hand all smug like he didn't just lose.
sukuna finally made his way into the kitchen catching satoru and suguru at the perfect time, his dark ruby eyes made contact with yours, causing you to light up.
"oh hiii kuna!" you slurred out while leaning against the counter like it was a lifeline, earning a chuckle from the two men beside you.
"the hell're you doin' with my girl?" sukuna grumbled, his brows ruffled.
"calm yer' tits ryomen, just having a little friendly competition s'all." satoru snorted.
"get the fuck away from my girlfriend you intolerant shits." the tattooed man growled out, stepping closer to the two, making the difference in height more apparent.
"what she can't have a friendly competition now? kinda toxic of you ryomen. you put up with that sweetheart?" suguru nudged you softly.
sukunas eye twitched, opening his mouth to say something—instead getting cut off by you.
you pushed off of the counter and shook your head, "'kuna s'okay m'fine, and look I won twenty dollarsss!"
the pink haired brute scoffed and ran a hand over his face, "fine my ass, ya can't even stand straight. we're leaving." he pushed past the two men, shoulder checking satoru a little rougher than needed, and grabbed your wrist and led you out of the kitchen.
-
sukuna practically carried you to the car despite your protests to stay, he even helped you put your seatbelt on because you almost had a meltdown over it not clicking in place.
sukunas grip on the wheel tightening as he sped down the streets, you crossed your arms and huffed out a breath.
sukuna let out a tired sigh, "what?"
"m'not a kid, I can put on my own seatbelt."
"princess, you couldn't even walk to the damn car on your own."
you scoffed, "yes I could've."
sukuna tsked and pressed his foot down on the gas.
"whhyy're we even leaving, weren't you the one that wanted t'go to that dumb party n'the first place."
"first of all yer' a drunk mess, second of all you weren't with shoko like you said you would be, and third of all you left yourself vulnerable in a room full of drunk guys whispering up in your ear." sukuna bit back.
his tone shift made you tense up a little, "it wasn't my fault, she left with some guy, the satoru came up to me and—"
"you should've come to me." sukuna's grip tightened on the wheel as he turned to look at you.
you clenched your jaw, head spinning, your mouth opened preparing to spill whatever the alcohol made you bold enough to say, "what I can't interact with other guys now? is that why you're soooo upset?"
"I didn't say that." sukuna replied lowly.
"bullshit. you were jus' jealous that I was socializing instead of bein' the perfect obedient puppy you want me to be, and when I finally start enjoying myself... you force me to leave."
"the hell are you talking about?" he kept his volume the same, more confused than angry.
"admit it, you loveee that m'not like all the other sorority girls you used to fuck, you like me isolated and quiet and... and reserved! you act like you own me, like im just some... some pet you get to order around, and s'all bullshit s'kuna, and you know it." your voiced raised just the slightest, tears welling in your eyes for a reason you couldn't fathom.
sukuna glanced your way, his chest tightening at the sight of your tears, he was trying his hardest to be understanding but the anger of his previous interaction with the two men, and your carelessness regarding your surroundings still remained. sukuna didn't know if it was the guilt talking or the buzz he felt from the blunt he shared, but whatever it was caused his words to come out harsher then he meant.
"bullshit? you wanna know what bullshit is? me having to watch those two perverts get way too close to you while yer' drunk outta yer mind, then getting yelled at because I wanna look out for my girlfriend—who's acting like a fucking brat. you wanna act like that then go fuck around with someone else, shit I bet satoru would be first in line."
the car went silent.
you began shuffling through your purse, tears streaming down your face. had he heard nothing you'd said? your movements were sloppy from how drunk you were, but they grew more and more aggressive the more frustrated you got.
"I didn't mean that—" his hand moved slowly to stop your rapid movements but you just shoved it away.
you sniffled and continued rummaging through your purse, sukuna called your name once, twice, by the third time he pulled over on the side of the road and parked the car.
your movements didn't stop, you were full on sobbing now, you always hated how hysterical alcohol made you.
"princess, stop." sukuna huffed out, slowly placing a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently wiped your tears.
your movements slowed to a stop, you tore away from his painfully soothing grasp and turned to stare out the window.
sukuna let out a small sigh and pulled his hand back, "what're you looking for baby?"
"my keys. I wan... I wanna go home. take me home ryo." you sniffled.
sukunas chest tightened again, his jaw clenched tight as he shut his eyes and let out a huff, "I'll take you back to mine okay? we can find your keys tomorrow, you need to rest."
you wiped your remaining tears, smudging your make up even more, "fine, but m'not sleeping with you."
your voice was just above a whisper, it cracked just the slightest bit, sukuna felt another pang in his chest—there were so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to say, but he just bit the inside of his cheek and began driving.
-
you passed out on the way back to the frat house, you don't even remember how you ended up in his room, but you do remember him laying you down on his bed and helping you change.
the sounds of him ruffling through your purse filled the room, you drifted in and out of consciousness, sinking into his soft sheets. the feeling of him rubbing your face gently made you open your eyes again.
"kuna?" you whispered.
"hm?" sukuna hummed lowly, trying his best to take off whatever make up was left on your face.
"m'sorry."
"for what?" he muttered, trying his hardest to sound stern.
"for everything." you eyes began to well with tears again, sukuna wiped them quickly.
"wasn't your fault. I was being an ass." he wiped your cheek with a wipe one last time before standing, "we'll talk tomorrow."
he pulled the blanket over your shoulder, and watched as you sunk back into the pillow, your eyes shut again. he placed a soft peck on your forehead before stepping out of his room, shutting the door quietly.
sukuna's large frame was sprawled out on the couch, he lay wide awake, half praying the sun would come out sooner, and the other half praying the pit in his stomach would go away.
it was gonna be a long night.
a/n this was supposed to be fluff but lwk dk what happened. not proofread.
toji is sensitive and hates when you keep bouncing. :(
toji has a sensitive dick; he can hold out for a round… and a half at most; if you wanted to pull a second round from him, then there would be a fifteen-minute intermission.
with that, you started taking matters into your own hands and started riding more and never stopping, dragging desperate croaks from his throat while his big hands stayed tight and rough on your hips.
“you’re a big boy; you can take it, right?”
teasing him while you dragged out the bouncing, going slower, your walls tightening around him, making him wince.
the overstimulation is always too much for him; his chest gets tight and his eyes get watery, blinking hard trying to get the tears out.
it hurts so good, but he still hated it.
it's embarrassing; he felt out of control, and he was.
his legs trembling from the aftershocks of his first round, reminding you why he cant do back to back rounds.
“get the fuck up before i push you off.”
his voice quivering but rough with need and embarrassment, he was so obviously bluffing; even if it hurt a little, it still felt good having you put all your weight on him, not even budging.
“please, baby, one more round.”
a smirk tugged at your lips as you looked down at him and how pathetic he looked, so sad but so sexy, which is exactly why you kept going.
your body is on autopilot; even if you wanted to stop, you just couldn’t, you finally had him right there, finishing with no effort and no complaining about why he just couldn't keep going.
fucking yourself on him so good you couldn’t help but keep the rhythm.
toji’s fingers digging into your soft skin, making you yelp, his hands sliding to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
his body won’t move; he’s frozen in place. the only thing moving is his dick inside of you, dripping cum inside of you for the third time.
closing his eyes tight not to catch a glimpse of your tits bouncing right in his face.
a hard lump gets stuck in his throat.
he wants to push you off; his dick feels like it's going to explode, it's raw and hard, and he just wants a break, but you feel amazing.
his eyes open to look at you.
moans continue to get caught in his throat. he feels like he’s choking.
you’re bouncing and laughing at him and toji doesn’t know why that makes him cum again.
his cum and your wetness mix together to make an obscene mess, his cum leaking down his shaft and onto his base.
“so messy for me, baby… one more time?”
your voice is soft and teasing, and he can only groan, his hands falling from your ass to his sides.
✨Synopsis: After a night of clubbing for NYE with your girlfriend Semiu, your private celebration is unexpectedly (but not unpleasantly) interrupted by Enjin, one of Semiu’s best friends…who also happens to be the same man that you feel a growing attraction to. But you would never ever act on this attraction because of how much you love Semiu. Lucky for you, your woman is just as freaky as you are and has no problem sharing you with her freaky ass friend to ring in the new year for all of you.
✨Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Modern AU; Black-Coded!Reader Partying/Clubbing w/ Semiu on NYE; Secret Crush; Alcohol Consumption; Drunk Sex; Blindfolding; Surprise Threesome; NYE Sex; Three Way Kissing; G-Strings/Thongs; Spanking; Daddy Kink; Switchy!Semiu x Dom!Enjin x Sub!Reader; Girl on Girl; Spitting; Pussy Eating; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Dick Piercing; Nipple Piercings; Daisy Chain; DP; Sex w/ Strap-On; Riding; Reader Cums 2x; Creampie; Facials; Cum on Tits
✨Word Count: 10.2k
✨Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
✨Writer's Note: Um....idk how we made it to literally 10 thousand fucking words lmaooo. But HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I'm so excited to see what this new year brings for all of us! I wanted to gift y'all with something new. I'm obsessed with "Gachiakuta" & I need Enjin in my bed. Enjoy!! Be safe!! -Jazz
✨Credits: Divider by @cursed-carmine
“3…2….1…Happy New Year!”
The cheers of a brand new year officially being rung in explode throughout the first, second, and third floors of the nightclub, the ceiling exploding with shining, gold confetti and streamers that fall down onto you and your beautiful girlfriend. You giggle as you wrap your arms around her neck, earning her muscular arms to twine around your waist, her hands laying on your ass in your skin-tight, gold wrap dress.
“Happy New Year, baby,” you coo into her ear, pressing a kiss sticky with lipgloss to her cheek.
She smiles at you from behind her big, circle-shaped glasses, her brown-gold toned eyes, filled with adoration and love, locking onto yours. “It’s always a happy new year with you, baby girl,” she whispers back. “I can’t wait to spend another one with you.” She cups your chin in her slender hand and kisses you deeply, passionately, among the commotion and celebration on the dance floor around you.
You softly moan, your toes curling in your heels as the taste of chocolate vodka on her tongue from too many shots. She then pulls away, her tongue dragging across your bottom lip. She moves lower, pressing a kiss to her jawline that gives you shivers. “And celebrate it too,” she purrs, her bottom lip dragging across your neck.
A hot wave of arousal washes over you, her kisses, the scent of her perfume, and the fact that she looks so damn good in her bodycon black dress, highlighting her muscular body and toned ass, making you throb combined with the alcohol you consumed earlier for your club romp. “Semiu,” you warn her, a giggle in your voice. “You know we’re still in public. And people are watching us.”
Semi tsks, clucking her tongue along the roof of her mouth as her kisses continue, making you moan. “So? That ain’t never stopped you before.”
You flush at her words, remembering all of those time she’s fingered you on the dance floor and you’ve eaten her out in public bathrooms after too many tequila shots at the club. She pulls away to give you a mischievous look that twinkles in those damn owl-like eyes, so attractive and alluring. “Let ‘em watch. Those drunk finance bros are gettin’ more than their dicks ever will right now.”
She spares the men a few feet away from you a glance, all of them in fancy designer wear and ogling you both down like you’re dessert plates. You giggle, hugging your girlfriend close, snuggling your nose into the crook of her neck and shoulder, not caring if you ruin your makeup.
You had every intention of fucking up your makeup and hair tonight before you left the house, wanting a NYE of nothing but dancing, drinking, and fucking with your girlfriend back at your shared apartment. It is what you’ve been looking forward to all week after hard work and chugging along to earn more money before the new year hits.
And now here you are, swaying with your girlfriend of four years, still so in love and lustful for each other, under the flashing strobelights in a crowded nightclub. You’ve never been happier, feeling so giddy and full of warmth that you smile (also from the effects of the alcohol creeping up on you). Suddenly, the familiar beat of your favorite Megan Thee Stallion song begins to play and Semiu giggles as you gasp, your eyes growing wide and your mouth dropping open. “It’s your song, baby!” she laughs. “C’mon, dance with me.”
She pulls you into her, already grinding her hips into yours, both of you stuck together like your skin is slick with glue. You can smell the rose-scented perfume and the scent of vodka wafting off of her, making the throb in your lower core intensify. Need courses through your veins like liquid fire, all for the beautiful girl with the beautiful brown skin, light pink, short cropped hair, and lickable muscles standing before you. She takes you by the waist and whisks you around, pressing your back to her front, making you push your ass against her.
The music and the vodka take over, making your body talk as hers talks back, hands gliding up your sides and coming around to massage your tits through your dress. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, enjoying your girlfriend’s hands rubbing all over your body and the music bumping from the overhead speakers. The world feels so nice and sparkly. Everyone is sexy to you, including your girlfriend. You feel delicious, wanting nothing more than to take Semiu to a hotel or bathroom and–
“Enjin!” Semiu suddenly shouts. “Over here!” Your eyes open out of your daze just in time to the ridiculously tall and attractive blonde standing a couple yards away in the crowd of people on the dancefloor.
Enjin is hard to miss–he stands at six-foot something, way taller than you and Semiu combined, with a crop of streaked blonde hair, buzzcut at the sides and the rest sticking up in crazy waves at the top of his head, with eyes framed with black lashes that remind you of a cat’s and an easy, confident smirk where you can tell this motherfucker knows people are watching him and he loves every minute of it.
All eyes, including yours, are on him as he slides through the crowd with his tall, sexy self, his neck and arms roped in those intricate red and black tattoos vibrant against his tanned skin. His gages glisten under the lights the same as the black diamond chains hanging from his thick, inked neck. He chose a simple oversized black tee, jeans, and boots for tonight’s festivities, but he still looks like a model.
It’s no secre to anyone that Enjin, Semi’s one of longtime friends, is sexy as fuck. Even to you. You’ve had this weird thing for Enjin for quite awhile now. You’re not sure when it started, but all you remember is that you started thinking his voice is so pretty and how good he looks in his oversized clothes…and then feeling immense guilt for it. Enjin is a good friend of Semiu’s and you’d never want to ruin their friendship or your love with Semiu over these stupid attractions for another. So you’ve always passed it off as a silly crush and left it alone.
But that doesn’t stop you from flushing when he lets those pet names slip, platonically calling you “sweetie”, “babe” and “mama” like he does Semiu. That doesn’t stop you from checking out his side profile when no one is watching. And that doesn’t stop you from growing hot and tingly when he draws nearer until he’s finally standing in front of you, the lights illuminating his handsome face. “Well, shit,” he chuckles. “Funny runnin’ into you two cuties. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He puts on that crooked, sultry, signature smile that makes your insides flip over. Semiu shrugs, planting a hand on hip as she smirks up at him. “Just outside celebratin’ the new year. For you, this is just an ordinary night.” Enjin laughs, putting his ringed hands up in mock defense, his black nail polish glistening in the lights. “Guilty as charged. Hey, where’s my New Year’s kiss at?! I know this cold ass bitch ain’t gonna do it.”
He gives Semiu a playful smirk, always toying with her when it comes to you. It works, earning him a sharp glare. “Watch it, fool. That’s still my girl.” But you place a comforting hand on her toned arm. “It’s okay, baby,” you reassure her before turning to Enjin with a smile. “I’ll give ya one, Enjin, but be nice to your friends.”
He grins, nodding, and stoops down to reach your short height. You give him a peck on the cheek, leaving a ring of red, ssticky lipgloss there. You place a hand on his broad shoulder, your lips at his ear, the scent of his cologne tempting your nostrils. “Happy New Year,” you whisper.
When he pulls away, he is blushing, his cheeks tinged pink. “Mmm, definitely,” he sighs with a smile. He turns to Semiu with a shit-eating grin, but she gives him nothing but a steely stare. “C’mon, Semiu, seriously?! Nothin’?!” She shrugs, arms crossed over her chest. “I’ll give ya one then!” he cackles. “Both of you cuties get some!”
He snatches both of you up into his arms, lifting you and Semiu up with ease. He plants a big kiss on each of your cheeks, making a big, dramatic “Mwah!” sound as he does.
Semiu grunts, a smile stretching across her face. “Enjin, put me down!” she shouts while you squeal in his hold. He continues to pepper your faces in kisses, hugging you to his broad chest. You place a hand there, unfortunately causing your stomach to explode with butterflies. God, he’s so toned! And so, so big! You’ve never felt so drawfed by a man before and felt so safe from it.
Semiu shoves his face away from hers, squealing. “Alright, alright, drunkie,” she tuts, playfully swatting him away. “That’s enough. Can’t have to droolin’ on my dress.” Enjin chuckles, placing the both of you down onto the floor. “Oh, no, we wouldn’t want that,” he slyly agrees. “So what’s up with y’all tonight? You goin’ to another club after this?”
You shake your head, fixing your dress so it isn’t riding up on your thighs. You don’t miss Enjin’s eyes on your legs, but you don’t mention it. “Nah, we’re gonna head home. I get too scared on the road after midnight and Semiu can’t see real well.” Enjin’s golden eyes, reminding you of two topaz gems, flit to Semiu, his eyebrow raised. “You’re drivin’?” he asks, surprised.
“Hell no!” she scoffs, scrunching her face up. “She meant I can’t see, period. These aren’t my nighttime glasses.” Enjin huffs, obviously disappointed, but raises his arms wide as if to embrace you again. “Well, share a shot for the road with me least. C’mon, I just got here!” You can tell he pregamed before he got here, his eyes slightly unfocused and his smile a bit sloppy, but you’re sure he’s better off than you are.
You and Semiu decide to take Enjin up on his offer and let him buy you some Patron shots. You try not to let the fact that he can afford such expensive alcohol turn you on as he passes you a shot glass filled with the clear liquid. He raises his shot glass high in his big hand, smiling. “Cheers to a new year,” he announces before clinking his shot with yours and Semiu’s. “Bottoms up, ladies.”
You drink at the same time as your girlfriend and her friend, letting the tequila slide down your throat. You cough at the sharp burn in your throat, but once the warmth hits, you’re giggling and wobbly, nearly falling into Enjin’s side. “Whoops,” he murmurs, encircling a careful arm around your waist. “Careful now, ma. You’ll hurt yourself.” You make the mistake of looking up at him to thank him for his rescue, melting at his devastatingly good looks and striking eyes. Your eyes flit to his lips, so plump and lush, slightly parted to reveal the sliver of his silver tongue piercing. His hand stays at your waist, secure and distracting.
Semiu comes in to break the spell, taking you from Enjin. “Oooh, someone’s drunk,” she giggles. “Lemme get her ass home before she passes out. You be careful, ya hear?” You don’t miss the mischievous look he throws Semiu or how he takes his sweet time letting you go. “Sure thing, boss. I’ll see you two later~”
You bid him farewell as Semiu wraps you up in her arm and securely walks you towards the exit to grab your coats. “Later?” you murmur, eyeing her curiously. “What’s he mean, babe?” Semiu looks at you questionably before she huffs with a chuckle. “Oh, that’s just Enjin for ya. He probably meant later in the new year or somethin’. C’mon, let’s get that Uber before the block gets too hot.”
You take her answer for what it is and continue to try to walk normally, figuring that this is last time you’ll see Enjin tonight. But when you turn to look at the tall, hot blonde, you see him already looking at you from the bar, just as he’s approached by two girls. And he shoots you a wink.
***************
When you finally get inside your dark, quiet apartment with Semiu, you have no intentions of sleeping.
You’re pinned against the wall and her lips are locked on yours as soon as the door is opened.
She smiles into the kiss as your hands roam all over her muscular body, ripping her fur coat off and letting it fall to the ground. “Mmmm,” she moans, her hands toying with the zipper to the front of your coat. “I thought you wanted to go to bed.” You shake your head as you quickly shed the coat, wanting to be skin to skin with her. “Not after that card ride. I fuckin’ need you.” You cup her gorgeous face in your hands and kiss her again, your lips moving sloppily against each other, sticky and feverish.
Your blossoming arousal has everything to do with your girlfriend becoming handsy with you in the car ride over. You took an Uber and the whole time in the backseat, Semiu had her hands roaming under your dress to cup your ass, squeezing it the way you like, as her lips toyed with your neck and suckled on the tops of your titties popping out of your dress. She knew exactly how to rile you up, smirking at your neediness now. “So needy for me. I like that.”
She takes your hands from face and holds them in hers, her acrylic nails so shiny and sparkly for the new year celebration tonight. “Come here,” she giggles. “On the couch with me, right where you belong.” She pulls you over to the couch sitting in front of the floor to ceiling window overlooking the night sky and city lights. The window where you’ve had sex in front of many times before.
Semiu’s expression is sultry and adoring as she drags you over to the couch, sitting down while you stand between her muscular, thick thighs, her brown skin illuminated by the twinkling city lights outside. “You know, every guy in there wanted a piece of you. I caught some looks from the girls too. You were stunning tonight.” Her hands drag over your hips and sides, drinking in your body in your dress. “Thank you, baby,” you shyly reply. “You looked just as good.”
She smiles up at you, humming in agreement. “I know. Lucky us, we belong to each other.” Your heart flutters at her words as she leans up to kiss you, capturing your lips in another seering kiss. Her hands hike up your dress over your hips, exposing the lace thong you’re wearing underneath. She hums in enjoyment at the sight, kissing your stomach as her hands glide over your thighs. “Fuck, Semiu,” you moan. “I need you so bad. Go lower please.” You can feel yourself soaking your panties, needing so badly for her to tear them off of you and put her tongue between your thighs.
But your girlfriend is a fucking tease and she smiles at you, loving how she’s able to make you so slutty and needy with just one touch and a kiss. “Hang on. I wanna try something.” You quirk an eyebrow at her, your blood hot with excitement. You and Semiu are a freaky ass couple, known to explore different things in the bedroom. You wanna bring toys in? She’s all with it. You wanna be choked and slapped? She’s doing it for you. You’ve got a Mommy kink? She’ll act it out for you. “I wanted to get a little kinkier tonight, if that’s cool with you.”
She reaches across for one of the pillows and retrieves a little black box from behind it. When she opens it, you find a red blindfold inside. You giggle, feeling your pussy throb at the little cloth. You and your girl are no stranger to sensory play, often blindfolding each other and teasing each other in the bedroom. “Sure,” you giggle. “Sounds fun. Just don’t stab me.” She chuckles, giving your ass a smack. “I’ve got somethin’ I can for sure poke you with, but you wouldn’t complain.”
You shiver at her sultry, dirty words before sitting down and allowing her to wrap the blindfold around your face, cloaking your eyes in darkness. You can’t see a thing now. You shiver as her hands glide down your thighs and you feel her kneel between your legs, splitting your knees apart. You moan as she begins kissing your inner thighs, leaving your skin sticky from her lipgloss, and then flush at her little gasp. “So wet!” she tsks. “What a naughty slut I’ve got. And in a little thong? You could’ve flashed the whole damn club.”
SMACK!
You whine in pleasure as she gives your pussy a smack, making your clit throb. “I-I did it for you!” you stammer. “No one else!” Semiu hums in satisfaction, kissing the spot where your panties have grown wet. “Good girl. Let’s see if I can make that pussy wetter for me.”
She then pulls your panties off of your ankles, leaving your heels on, and proceeds to eat you out the only way she can. You gasp as you feel her soft lips and wet tongue caressing your wet inner folds, prying you open and making you gush. “Oh, shit,” you moan. “Mmm, Semiu, yes!”
Semiu moans into your little hole, the vibrations coursing through your body, making you shiver and shake for her. She then pauses and takes her lips away from you, making you whimper with desperation. “Semiu, baby, please,” you whine. “Don’t tease me. Give me your mouth again.”
And she does, putting those sweet, thick, juicy lips back on your pussy where she proceeds to gently suckle on your clit. “Fuck, Semiu, your lips feel so good!” you moan, pushing your hips out for more, your hands massaging your tits.
“Thanks, cutie,” Enjin replies. “But I’m not Semiu. Sorry to disappoint ya.”
Wait…Enjin?!
You squeak, scrambling away to the end of the couch. You then rip the blindfold up to see the tall blonde kneeling there alongside your girlfriend, a lazy smile on his face. “Da fuck?!” you shout, hugging your knees to your chest. “W-What are you…how are you here?!” Enjin quickly plants his big hands on your arms, calming you. “Whoa, cutie! Relax before you give yourself a heart attack!”
You slow your breathing though you are still utterly confused and horrified. How long has he been here? Did he see Semiu eating your pussy? Did he just eat your pussy?!
“Since you asked, Zanka dropped me off…and your girl invited me here.” He cuts a knowing look at Semiu, smiling. “Said she wanted to give you what you’ve always wanted tonight.” He then comes to sit next to you on the couch, widening those muscular thighs as he does and drapes an arm over the back of the couch to encircle your neck.
“What I’ve always wanted?” you parrot. He smiles at you, those eyes twinkling with mirth. “A threesome, silly girl!” he chuckles. “Semiu here told me how freaky you are. How much you love watchin’ that shit when you’re alone.”
You flush at his words, realizing that you’ve been caught. You only just started watching threesome porn awhile ago, having stumbled upon a video of two girls and a guy, both of them hot. You never came harder in your life envisioning the actors as yourself, Semiu, and another hot guy, enraptured in pleasure on a couch or in a comfortable bed. Did Semiu somehow see your browser history without you knowing?
She comes to sit next to you too, trapping you between her and Enjin’s bodies on the couch, and places a hand on your knee. “We’d been talkin’ about spicing things up in the bedroom and I saw your browser open on your phone one day,” she explains, trailing her hand up and down your thigh. “I couldn’t figure out who’d be the perfect third piece for us at first…but then I found him.”
Enjin scoots closer to you, drawing a hand up to your lowerback. “Me,” he whispers. “The man of your dreams, baby.” You shiver at his touch, the mingling scents of his cologne and Semiu’s perfume making you insane. Semiu leans in, dragging your lips across your ear as Enjin busies himself playing with the locks of your hair. “I’ve seen the hot, needy, slutty looks you’d give him when you thought no one was watching. The way you’d eye fuck him from across the room…”
A lump forms in your throat as a hot wash of panic washes over you, making you swallow hard. So she does know. “S-Semiu,” you stammer. But she just laughs, shaking her head at you. “Baby, it’s fine! It ain’t like you fucked him behind my back. Plus, we used to fuck around too before you and I started dating.” She shoots a secretive look at Enjin, making him chuckle in a sultry way that makes you tingle. It’s news to you that your girlfriend and her friend used to fuck before you dated, but you find that the newfound information makes you wetter than you were initially.
“Despite how much we bicker and banter, I trust him more than anyone else in the world.” Semiu gives you a soft look, deep with love and intimacy. “So I trust him with you. He understands that you’re mine and he has the privilege of sharin’ you tonight.” She gives Enjin a sharp look and he nods, never losing that smile or that easiness that makes him so attractive. He makes you feel safe. “Absolutely. I’ve never been more honored.”
He then places a hand on top of yours, making you swallow hard. “So what do ya say, pretty girl?” he asks in his thick, silky voice. “You wanna give this a try?” His chosen pet name sets you on fire along with those thick, inked fingers tracing shapes along your arm, making it so hard to think. But you don’t need a lot of brain power to agree to be shared between a hot girl and an even hotter guy. “Sure,” you giggle, albeit nervously, your body tingling all over. “Uh…how do we…start?”
Both of the eye candies sitting on your couch grin, excited to hear your agreement to this. “Well, safety first is first,” Semiu says. “We need words and all that if you ever feel uncomfortable. Your choice.” You pause, thinking about a good safeword. Something that you would never yell during sex. “Uh…Jabber?” you decide.
“Ew,” Semiu groans while Enjin tosses his head back and laughs. “Fine then, but he better not pop up if you say it.” You giggle, glad that your choice managed to ease the tension and awkwardness. It’s not ever day you agree to fuck your girlfriend and her friend together at the same time. “Now what is it you like sex wise?” Enjin asks, curiously cocking his head at you. “Kinks? Fetishes? What gets you off?”
Something about his question, his curiosity and want to know your sexual interests, makes your nipples harden and your pussy gush. It’s the same question your girlfriend asked you when you first started having sex. “W-Well, you softly stammer. “I like kissing.” Enjin adoringly coos at you, loving that answer with all his heart. “Whatever you want, baby. Kissing it is then.” He takes a tentative hold of your chin, cupping your face in his big palm. “I’ve been dyin’ to see how those lips taste.”
His eyes grow softer, rounder, before he leans in and gently shuts them as his lips press against yours. The kiss starts tentative and careful at first as he figures you out, but then it gets hotter. Deeper. More enticing as Enjin’s lips fit against yours, his pierced tongue sliding along your bottom lip. Semiu watches from beside you, softly humming in enjoyment at the sight. “Take your time, Jin. My baby likes it real nice and slow.”
He does just that, cupping your cheek to mold his lips with yours, his tongue swirling against yours in a heated, drunken dance. His kiss is dizzying, making your mind go blank and your hands wander to his chest the way you wanted to do at the club. When he finally pulls away, his breathing is heavy and his eyes are dark with lust. “You taste so fuckin’ good. Even better than I imagined.” Your chew on your wobbly bottom lip as your pussy grows a heartbreat, throbbing insistently between your legs. “You too.”
“I’m startin’ to feel left out,” Semiu tuts, scooting in closer to you. You are practically squeezed between her and Enjin now, but you’ve never wanted anything more. Enjin smirks, crooking a finger at her in a ‘come hither’ motion. “C’mere then. Nobody ever said three people can’t kiss.” You’re practically creaming by the time you get both Enjin and Semiu’s lips on yours, all of you sharing soft moans and spit with each other as your tongues and lips caress one another. It is by far the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced, making hot waves of arousal roll through you.
Semiu then pulls away, her eyes hooded, as Enjin continues to kiss you, traveling down to your throat and collarbone. “Show him those tits, babe,” she whispers in your ear. “He’s good with his mouth.” You let her peel the sleeves to your dress down your shoulders to show off your strapless bra. She unhooks that from the front, exposing your tits and hard, brown nipples to Enjin.
“Shit,” he hisses, running a hand over his face as if he can’t believe his eyes. “Look at you. I don't know whose tits are more perfect: yours or Semiu’s.” He looks between the two of you, silently judging, and then deciding, “It’s a tie.”
You turn to find Semiu out of her dress too, having unzipped it from the back to reveal her beautiful tits and dark brown nipples, each pierced with silver balls to make her nipples a lot more sensitive. “Mmm-hmm, it better be. Now put that mouth to work, mister.”
Enjin smirks and pulls you closer, dipping his head low to suckle on your nipples. He alternates between massaging your tits and sucking on them, focusing on one or the other. You gasp, sparks of pleasure exploding through your body the more his tongue and hands move across your soft tits. “Oh,” you moan, your fingers tangled in his blonde hair. “Fuck, Enjin, that’s good.”
He looks up at you from your chest, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah?” he teases. “This tongue always seems to do the trick, right, Semiu?” He turns to her, salaciously wiggling his tongue piercing at her. She whacks him with a pillow, making you giggle, before going back to massaging her tits the way she was watching Enjin suck on yours. “Focus on her right now, douchebag,” she replies. “I brought you here to please her, not tease me.”
Enjin just smirks, knowing that she’s full of shit. “Uh-uh. Whatever you say.” He then puts one of your hard peaks between his teeth, gently nibbling on it. The graze of his teeth makes you buck and moan, the slight pain minglign with the hot pleasure. “Oh, fuck!” you gasp, pleasure coursing through your body in hot tendrils. “Keep going! T-That’s so…ah!” Your sounds only grow louder and more intense when you feel Enjin’s hand slide down to cup your hot, dripping pussy in his palm. “God,” he groans. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy.”
Your hand glides over his cock, stroking him through his pants, unable to stop itself from touching him. Enjin chuckles against your breast, pulling away from your nipple, leaving a trail of spit in his wake. “You want this?” he asks, giving you a lazy smirk that makes your insides flip. “Is that what you’re askin’ for?” He places his hand on top of yours, making you stroke his bulge more through his pants. “Use your words, baby. Tell him what you want.”
You turn to look at her, seeing the molten lust glistening in her eyes. Then you turn to Enjin, seeing the same. You let yourself feel your arousal ten fold, making you somewhat of a fiend for more. “I want you naked,” you whisper. “Both of you.” Enjin grins at both of you, flashing those pearly whites. “That can be arranged, but only if you strip too. As good as you look in that dress, I’d rather see it on the floor.”
Together, you both begin to strip. You watch hungrily as Enjin takes off his shirts and pants, kicking off his boots too. He leaves himself in only his polo socks and briefs, a large tent protruding from beneath it. You can tell he is big, his cock stopping just short of his inner thigh. You can’t help but admire his body once he’s completely bare, his clothes now tossed on the floor. Enjin is buff, having his fair share of impressive muscles–nothing but abs, biceps, and muscular, thick thighs that look like they could all be carved from stone. Tanned skin inked in tattoos stretch across his muscles, glowing in the city lights that adorns his nipples that your mouth waters to suck.
You stand and strip the rest of your dress, leaving yourself bare in only your heels. You are totally naked and at the mercy of the man sitting in front of you. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Semiu, you’re one lucky girl.” Semiu giggles from beside you, standing from the couch to join you. “I know I am.”
Enjin pulls you over to him by your wrist, making you stand between his muscular thighs. “And I’m one lucky bastard to get two hot chicks tonight.” His eyes trail down to your naked mound, his mouth watering at the sight of your pussy. “You were just walkin’ around like that at the club?” he breathlessly asks. “No panties?”
Semiu laughs, shaking her head from behind you. “No, but she had on a thong. Didn’t I tell you my girl can be a slut?” she giggles. “She ain’t the only one though.” She gives you and Enjin a sexy smirk as she slides her dress up her thighs, revealing the G-string underneath. As she turns around to show it off, Enjin hisses out, “Shit!” at the sight of her plump, firm ass squeezed between the G-string.
Semiu turns to face you, wrapping her arms around your naked waist. “Go on, baby girl: bend over and show our guest what else you’ve got for him.” Slowly, you go to the couch and bend over for Enjin over the back of the couch. There, nestled between your asscheeks and embedded in your asshole, is a tiny butplug that’s been nestled there since the beginning of the night. “Oh, my God,” Enjin groans as if he sees the man himself. “You two are fuckin’ perfect.”
SMACK!
You moan, the sharp pain making your pussy throb. Enjin chuckles, gently massagint the sting from your asscheeks, wetting it with sloppy kisses. “Don’t think you don’t get one too, Miu.”
SMACK!
“Ow!” she gasps, gaping at Enjin from her stance. “Dammit, Enjin, at least ask me first!” He just cackles, ever the evil motherfucker. “Don’t pretend you don’t like that shit.” She glares at him as she goes to saunter back up to the couch, plopping down beside you. “She does,” you giggle, grinning playfully at your girlfriend. She eyes you sharpyly, making heat pool in your gut. “That’s enough outta you, brat. Sounds to me like ya need some discipline.”
You damn near cum right there on the couch while Enjin gives your ass more kisses as you watch your girlfriend lay back. Slowly, she widens her thighs for you and pushes her thong aside to expose her dripping pussy to you, everything gorgeous from her puffy, brown lips to the bare bikini wax she did for the occasion.
“Put that pretty mouth riiiight here,” she drawls, her fingers gently caressing her pussy lips. “Show Enjin how good you are with it.” You are quivering with want, already scooting closer to her. “Yes, ma’am,” you whisper.
Enjin watches with interest and arousal as you dip between Semiu’s creamy thighs and begin lapping at her juicy cunt, relishing all that she gives you with your tongue. She is so soft, warm, and wet, gushing into your mouth like an overflowing waterfall. “Mmm, yes, sweetie,” she moans in that silky voice. “That’s my good girl. Show him just how good you can be for me.” She trails her nails through your hair as you continue to please her pussy, softly moaning from her taste.
“You jerkin’ that cock to my girl, Enjin?” she scoffs. “I didn’t say you could do that.” Your ear perks at the sound of Enjin’s hushed swears and moans along with the wet, stroking sounds filling the air. “Shit,” Enjin breathes, watching the lustful scene unfold with his very own eyes. “How could I not? This is too fuckin’ hot. You two will be the death of me, y’know that?”
Semiu sexily giggles, stroking your head as you suck on her clit. “Hopefully not before you make my girl cum,” she chuckles. “Actually, she’s in the perfect position for that, don’tcha think?” Your pussy gushes at the prospect of being eaten out by Enjin, wanting nothing more than to feel his pierced tongue somewhere other than the lips on your face. “Yeah,” he breathlessly agrees. “Can I eat your pussy for you, baby?”
You feel his big, warm hands on your ass, already prying your cheeks apart to expose your sticky, wet pussy to him. A hot rush of want floods you, making you push your ass back into his handsome face. “Yes, please,” you softly say.
Enjin hums in satisfaction, a rush of air leaving his lips at the sight of you before him. “Good girl. Just relax fa’ me, okay?” His golden eyes glitter at you, playful and lustful. “I can be reeeeal good; Semiu will tell you.” You look back at him with a smirk as Semiu moans, toying with herself. “I’d rather you show me,” you purr.
Enjin doesn’t need to be told twice. He begins to press open-mouthed kisses to your sticky lips and clit, “Wow, babe,” he coos raspily. “You’re so, so pretty. Your aftershave smells good too.” He cheekily grins at you. “Coconuts, huh?” You kick at him, hating how he loves to always tease you. “Shut up,” you whimper as he cackles. He then drags a finger along your pussy lips, making you quiver. “Such a pretty pussy deserves some attention. Poor girl is cryin’ f’me. Don’t squirm too much, yeah?”
Before you can respond, the man is diving into the wet depths of your pussy. And damn, is it hard not to squirm. He is just like Semiu–taking his sweet time getting to know your pussy, tongue flicking in the right places and being completely merciless with every lash on your clit. How is it that both of thesm are so good at eating pussy? Enjin’s big hands have an iron grip on your hips, keeping you still despite you yearning to grind into him. He makes you take all of it, the cold metal of his piercing make you twitch. “Oh, my God!” you gasp as if seeing the Heavenly Father himself. “Oh, shit!, Enjin, yes, like that!”
“Like this?” he teasingly asks before doing the exact same move with his tongue that makes you see stars. He then dips it into your hole, making your moans grow loud and sluttier than before. “Hey.” Semiu grips your chin, forcing you to look at her. “Don’t get distracted just ‘cause his tongue is in that slutty pussy. You’ve still got me here.”
You go back to eating your girl’s dripping pussy as Enjin eats yours, your tongues moving in tandem with each other. Semiu’s moans are loud and deep, silky like satin. “Yes,” she groans. “Fuck, you’re wet! I can hear it.” Your pussy is embarrassingly soaked, Enjin’s tongue sloshing through your wet folds. “She likes it in both holes, Jin,” she sneakily says. “My girl just loves cumming with somethin’ in her ass.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asks, quirking an interested brow at you. “Greedy little thing, ain’t she?” He then begins to gently fuck your asshole with the plug in it, making you gasp into Semiu’s pussy. You saw the stars before, but now you’re seeing the entire fucking galaxy with the way his tongue twirls and swirls in your pussy, his nose nudging against your clit, while he gently fucks your ass with the plug, making your body tremble and shake like an autumn leaf.
Semiu lifts her hips and begins grinding herself into your mouth, making you take all of her down your throat. “Yes, right there!” she cries out, pushing your face deeper into her pussy. “Such a good girl for me, baby girl!” You twirl your tongue in and out of her wet hole, sucking and slurping all that she gives you. It’s all too much for you–the taste of your girl’s pussy, her sweet moans, and Enjin’s wicked pierced tongue toying with your hole.
“Oh, fuck!” you shout into Semiu’s pussy. “I’m gonna cum!” Semiu hums in displeasure, taking a lock of your hair and gripping it. “I didn’t hear you ask permission first.” You whine in protest, even as Enjin’s pussy-eating grows more insistent. “P-Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Can I cum on his tongue? Please?”
Semiu smiles down at you, gently stroking your head as you go through the motions of trying not to disobey your lady. “Mmm, you may,” she moans. “Give it all to him, ‘kay? Just don’t forget whose pussy that is.”
You finally let yourself fuck Enjin’s face, tossing your ass back into him to take his tongue deeper, more, more, and more. And then finally, you break. You feel like you’re soaring as your orgasm overtakes your body, leaving your pussy aching and your clit throbbing. Even so, Enjin continues to lap at your cunt, cleaning you up.
You pant heavily and whimper at the sweet torture. “J-Jin, wait,” you protest weakly, grasping at his shoulders. “Please…t-too much! Can’t…can’t…” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your head falling into Semiu’s lap. She giggles, gently stroking your face as you quake, your body bucking with the aftershocks of the explosive O her friend just gave you.
Finally, Enjin pulls away, lips shining with your cum. “That’s what you get for wearing that damn dress…and this thing here.” He proceeds to take your soaked thong from the floor and twirl it around his finger, giving you a grin. “I’m keepin’ this. Hope you don’t like this one too much, mamas.” Semiu giggles, bending down to kiss your cheek. “Good girl,” she coos, petting your hair. “Why don’t you show Enjin what you can do with that mouth now, huh?”
Enjin makes a noise between a moan and a whine, the sound so utterly pornographic. “Yes please,” he groans. “And then I can show your girl how much of a little slut you can be.”
“Don’t push it, blondie,” Semiu grunts. “Go on, baby girl; get on your knees for him.” Quickly, he leans back against the couch as you move to the floor, your pussy soaked from your cum and his spit, but not before he places a pillow beneath your kneecaps. “I already know you’ve been usin’ them knees at the club, so...”
You coo at his sweetness, making him blush once again. “Such a gentleman,” you giggle, trailing a hand up his bulge. He groans as you begin to stroke him through his briefs, his hot, pulsing cock making your pussy throb again. “Can I?” He groans as if the sight of you is just too much, physically paining him. “So sweet!” he coos. “I’m all yours, cutie. Take that fuckin’ dick out.”
Quickly, you take his briefs down his muscular thighs, exposing his V-line and mouthwatering happy trail. But what gags you the most is that pretty cock of his. His cock is a bit longer and curves upward, the shaft a toasted brown compared to his normal skin tone. Opposite to his stomach, he keeps his pubic area smooth, including the heavy balls that swing below his dick. The pink head of his cock dribbles with precum that your tastebuds are dying to try. And his cockhead is pierced, a silver hoop dangling from it, dripping in precum all for you.
When you finally set your eyes on him, they nearly bug out of your skull. You fall in love with him instantly. Semiu giggles beside you and playfully tickles your chin. “Wipe your drool, hon. Save that for his dick.” Enjin gives you a hooded stare, his golden eyes dark. “Now suck it for me.” The dirty order makes you hot all over. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently reply, the words as natural to you as breathing.
“A Daddy kink too?” He then groans, rolling his head back as your mouth envelops him. You hollow your cheeks as you suck him in, trapping him between the wet walls of your mouth, starting with slow strokes to get yourself used to him, stroking the rest with your hands that you can’t fit into your mouth. Enjin is feeling good, his eyes hooded and his hand in your hair. “Ah, fuck, yes,” he groans, loud and unabashed. “Just like that, baby. Ease into it, nice and slow…”
You pop off of him with a wet pop! before sticking your tongue out for him, slapping his dick on the flat part of your tongue before sucking him back into your mouth. He watches you, the lust in his eyes making you wetter. “Think you can take me deeper, mama?” he breathlessly asks. “Can I please fuck your pretty face?”
You nod and close your eyes as he sinks him deeper, fucking your throat. His groans are so hot and orgamsic, fit for a porno with the way they excite you. “Shit, Semiu–oh, fuck–I may just keep her for myself if she–Mmmph!” You open your eyes just in time to see Semiu now sitting up on the back of the couch, her thighs split open and Enjin’s face between them. “Shut up,” Semiu snaps as she pushes his head into her pussy. “You wanna use that mouth, use it right here. Like I said before, we’re sharing her. That’s my baby, don’t forget.”
“Goddamn,” Enjin groans, cupping your head as he uses his other hand to pin one of Semiu’s thighs open. “You might wanna remind her ‘cause she’s suckin’ my cock like she’s mine.” As you suck the soul out of him, he laps at Semiu’s pussy, making her tilt her head back and moan to the ceiling, her fingers in his blonde locks. Ejin’s dick makes you gag as it touches the back of your throat, causing your eyes to burn with unshed tears.
But still, you take his thrusts and deep dicking in your throat like a champ as Semiu watches, looking so beautiful getting her pussy eaten above you. “Isn’t she good?” she purrs, staring at you gag on Enjin’s dick with adoration. You nod, the bobs of your head making Enjin groan as he wiggles his tongue against Semiu’s clit, making her groan wantonly. “C’mon now, Jin, don’t tease. Make me cum.”
Enjin pulls away, a playful, cocky look in his eyes. “What’s the magic word, sweetness?” he asks. Semiu looks visibly shy, biting her lip as he begins to rub her pussy for her. “P-Please?” she cutely stammers. Seeing her be so submissive arouses you and suddenly, you want to be fucked. Enjin smiles, pressing a hot kiss to her clit before spitting on it. “Music to my ears. Your wish is my command.”
He then dives back in and begins to eat her out again, his tongue wiggling faster and faster. You know that Semiu is close when she begins arching her back in the air, her moans growing louder. “Fuck, Enjin, go faster! I’m gonna cum!” She begins to massage her tits, much to your and Enjin’s enjoyment, her fingers pinching her pierced, brown nipples. “Uh-huh,” Enjin breathes into her pussy, coaxing her further until she cums with a loud moan that bounces off of the walls.
You watch her in awe, her brown skin slick with sweat and her eyes fluttering closed from the ecstasy as she floods Enjin’s mouth with her sweet, creamy cum. Enjin hums with enjoyment, pulling awat with a wet smack of his lips. “Goddamn, both of you taste so good.”
“So do you,” you wetly purr before going right back to sucking him off, swallowing him from top to bottom. He groans, his hand grasping the back of your hair, thrusting in time with the bobs of your head. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groans. “I wanted to be inside you before I busted, y’know? Only if you want me to though.”
You pull away from his cock, a line of spit connecting your bottom lip to his cockhead. “You wanna fuck me?” you ask, unable to hide your surprise. You weren’t sure if him fucking you was even on the table tonight. “Only if you’re okay with it,” he replies, panting heavily from your amazing dick sucking skills. “Your mouth works just as good for me, mama. Trust me.”
Your eyes trail over to Semiu, your love, your life, your one and only. How would she feel about another fucking you? “Is that what you want, gorgeous?” she asks. “Do you want Enjin to fuck you while I watch?”
No. You wouldn’t feel right about that. But the fact that both of them are so hellbent on pleasing you and making you feel good makes you want to give them all of you. “I want both of you,” you beg. “Please. I need both of you to fuck me.” Realizing what you mean, their eyes darken with lust. “Then get the fuck up here,” Semiu demands. “We have to get you nice and ready to take us.”
Enjin helps you up on the couch on wobbly knees as Semiu reaches behind another couch cushion to retrieve what you already know is back there: a bottle of strawberry-flavored, heated lube and a strap-on. Not too big, not too small, with a curved end on the side of the velcro straps that Semiu uses to rub her clit as she fucks you. It is your favorite part about sex with your girlfriend. “Jesus Christ!” Enjin guffaws, gawking at the silicon dick that Semiu straps onto her waist. “You keep a strap down here?! How many you got in this motherfucker?”
“None of your concern, nosey,” she retorts. “Now focus on her and not on me.” Slowly, you slink up to Enjin and sit in his lap, your thighs straddling either side of his legs. “You don’t gotta tell me twice,” he replies, moaning breathlessly as his cock brushes against your lips. “You feel so good on me, baby. I’ve dreamed about what this pretty pussy feels like.” He drags the head along your puffy, pretty, soaked lips, making you whimper with need. “Enjin,” you moan. “I need you.”
He smiles at you, a sheen of sweat glistening on his neck and forehead. “Take me then, mamas. It’s yours.”
As soon as his head enters you, your jaw is dropping open and your eyes are blown from how stretched you feel already. No toy could compare to how warm and solid he feels snuggled up in your pussy, even though Semiu’s strap is quite nice. The blonde looks up at you, his brows furrowed in concern. “You okay, mama?” he asks, caressing your cheek. “Think you can take more of me?”
He doesn’t move without your permission, staying still despite you feeling him tremble from holding back. You nod, bracing yourself by gripping his forearms. “I’ll let you know if I can’t,” you assure him. Then you sink a little lower, taking inch after inch of his cock. Through it all, you breathe in and out, relaxing your body into his. Though it doesn’t hurt, you’re feeling beyond stretched and you’re glad for the first orgasm you got because it makes it easier.
Gradually, you begin to adjust to his size and the pleasure starts to build. Especially when his pelvis rubs against your clit. Enjin can’t take it–your pussy is too warm, wet, and tight. “Oh, f-fuck!” he hisses, tossing his head back against the couch arm. He is gone from your pussy, his muscles tight and hands gripping your ass. You begin to slowly bounce on him, starting off with little hops on top of him. “Easy, baby girl,” Semiu murmurs. “Don’t get so eager. Take it nice and slow.”
But Enjin has other plans for you, lifting his hips up to fuck you back. “Nah, grip onto me,” he demands. “I’ve got you, baby. Just keep usin’ that cock, okay?” You do just that, gripping his shoulders and fully bouncing on him, your tits jiggling freely in his face. “Oh, my God!” you squeak in pleasure. “Fuck, Daddy, your dick is so good!” Everytime his dick strokes your pussy, you feel like you’re close to cumming.
But not yet. Not until you get another cock in you.
“Looks like you’re enjoyin’ yourself,” Semiu chuckles, placing a hand on your ass. “Lean forward a bit for me, baby: Mommy’s gotta get you ready to take her strap.” Slowly, you do so, presenting your ass to her as Enjin slowly fucks you from below, softly grunting at the drag of your walls around him.
Whimpering, you let Semiu drag your butt plug out of your asshole, leaving it gaping and sensitive. “Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!” you whine as Semiu sinks her tongue inside of it, replacing the plug. You are practically seeing space now, your eyes fluttering closed as Enjin’s dick and Semiu’s tongue take you on a journey to the great beyond. Semiu coats your ass in spit, humming as her tongue rims the little hole.
With every passing second, your holes grow more open for them until Enjin is bottoming out and Semiu’s spit is dripping down your asscrack. “Pause for a minute, baby,” she whispers. “I need you real still for this. You’re still sure you want this?” You nod, biting your bottom lip. “Yes,” you whisper. Enjin looks at you through the slits of his eyes, golden like a lion’s piercing through a thrush. “And what’s your safeword?” he demands. Your answer is automatic: “Jabber.”
“Good girl,” they praise you in unison. You nearly cum on the spot from it. Bracing yourself against Enjin, he begins to use those fat fingers to rub your clit just as the head to Semiu’s strap kisses the threshold of your tight asshole. Then she’s pushing in.
“Ah!” you hiss, gripping Enjin’s shoulders when you feel that stretch. Enjin shushes you while Semiu rubs your back, easing your body. “Easy,” she grunts. “Eaaasy, baby girl. Keep rubbin’ her clit for her, Enjin.”
Enjin does so, pausing every so often to lube his fingers with spit. “It’s okay, mama,” he whispers. “You’re doin’ so good. You look so perfect gettin’ stuffed from both ends like this.”
You have no doubt that you do. You feel so stuffed, making it hard to breathe. Semiu presses her lips to your ear, her voice and breath comforting you. “Show him how you take this dick,” she whispers in your ear. “Show him how good you are.”
She begins to slowly rock her hips back and forth, sliding the strap in and out of your tight hole. With every thrust, you are forced to get used to her there as Enjin slowly fucks your pussy from below, groaning as you drip all over his shaft and balls, staining the couch below. “Such a big girl takin’ both of us,” he grunts. “I can’t wait to make you cum all over this dick.”
He begins to fuck you harder, one hand gripping your hip while the other lays flat on your ass, keeping your jiggling tits pressed flat against him as Semiu fucks you from behind. As soon as he hits that spot inside you, you can’t keep quiet. You begin wailing in pleasure, overcome with the feeling he is giving you. “O-Oh, fuck!” you gasp. “Yes, Jin, yes!”
Enjin draws more of these moans and wails of pleasure out of you the more he fucks you until he is pounding your pussy from below, his thighs slapping against yours. “God, you’re so tight!” he groans. “You and Semiu are the best fucks I’ve ever had, y’know that?” He gives your ass a smack before fucking into you at a faster pace that is making you see the entire galaxy.
Semiu is moaning from behind you, every thrust she makes causing the nub on the strap to nudge against her clit. “Take it,” she demands. “Take this duck. You wanted it so bad and now you’ve got it.”
Yes, you do have it. Both of them, actually…but you don’t know if you can handle them. Every rough thrust of their dicks, both real and shake, send you into orbit. It makes the couch bounce, the springs creaking below the cushions, making your titties bounce against the surface and your ass jiggle against his hips. “More!” you sluttily moan. “Please give me more!” Your voice bellows out in the apartment, richoeting off of the walls. Semiu and Enjin pause slightly to share a look between each other. “More?” they parrot in unison.
Semiu then gives him a grin as she sinks in deeper, roughly bringing your hips back to fuck you. “You heard my girl, Enjin. Bounce her on that fuckin’ dick.” Enjin doesn’t need to be told twice, gripping your ass as he drops you down onto his dick over and over again. They push and pull with you between them, fucking your holes of everything they’re worth. You are a moaning, gasping, creaming mess, getting fucked out of your mind until you’re a blank, dumb little slate.
You can feel your second orgasm peaking, and Ejin’s too judging by his cock swelling up inside of you. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, girls,” he warns. “That pussy is grippin’ me tight, babe, fuck!” His face screws up in pleasure as he draws his cock in and out, his balls slapping against your ass.
Semiu bites her lip from behind you, her nails diggling in the soft flesh of your ass as she fucks your hole. “Then what are you waitin’ for? Cum for her then.” At the mention of getting a hot creampie for your pussy, your moans grow louder and your need blossoms. “I-I’m close!” you whimper. Enjin leans in to press his lips to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “Cum for your girl,” he murmurs. “Let me see it, baby. Cum all over that strap stretchin’ out that cute little asshole.”
He then plants a hot kiss on your lips, his tongue sloppily swirling with yours. Semiu does the same to you, planting the same passionate, rough kiss on your mouth that bruises your lips. “You’re ours now,” she murmurs against your lips. We’re never, ever gonna let you go now.” You whimper pitifully at her words, your pussy gushing and clenching around Enjin. You want to be theirs. Everything inside of you is screaming “yes, yes, make me yours!”
Finally, your second orgasm begins to reach its peak and you lean your head back against Semiu’s shoulder as the pleasure takes over. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum again! Gonna cum all over your dicks!”
You start grinding her hips down into Enjin’s, desperate to meet that end. Your pussy walls clench around his dick as your orgasm begins to approach like a rollercoaster cart quickly approaching that hill on the track before the dramatic and thrilling drop. The handsome blonde swoops down to your ear, the scent of tequila and mint on his tongue. “You close, babe?” he coos into your ear. “C’mon, don’t tell me that voice is shot now. Let out that voice for me, mama.”
His hips snap against yours again and again, turning your quivering pussy into absolute mush around his cock. You grip his shoulders for dear life as he fucks you into the couch, determined to make your orgasm come even quicker. Gasps and moans leave your lips, your breath catching in your throat from the sheer pleasure you’re feeling. “F-Fuck!” you stutter in time with his thrusts. “So…s-so good! Gonna cum!”
“Cum all over this dick, baby, c’mon,” Enjin coos. “Be good girl for me and cum all over me. I’ve got you.”
Semiu is close too, her moans growing louder as her clit slips and slides all over the nub on the strap. “Cum for me, you pretty little slut!” she demands loudly. “Fuckin’ give it to me!”
Like you share the same body, you and Semiu cum at the same time. You clench around Enjin’s cock as you cream all over him. Your voices echo across the large living room, probably alerting neighbors and people miles away of your orgasms that hit you like tidal waves. You see the galaxy behind your eyelids as you dig your nails into Enjin’s shoulders, warm waves of pleasure rolling through your body that don’t stop as Enjin continues to pound into your pussy, chasing his own release. “I-I’m close,” he softly warns you. “Where do you want me to–?”
“Inside me!” you beg, looking into those pools of treasured gold that stare right back down at you. “Please, please cum inside of me, Enjin!” He and Semiu share the same devious, lustful expression, still fucking you at same merciful, breakneck space. “You’ve fuckin’ got it then,” he grunts. “And you’d better take all of it.”
And you do. When Enjin finally reaches his climax with a loud whine of the word “fuck” that makes your clit jump, you take every single ounce of his warm, creamy cum that shoots into your pussy. You can feel it coating your walls, filling you up to the point where you curl your toes and gasp at the feeling coursing through your body. You are filled to the brim with him.
His hips begin to slow until he is sloppily fucking you, chasing the rest of his high. Then with a soft groan, he pulls out, but it isn’t over for you yet. “Get up, both of you,” he growls. “I wanna cum all over your pretty tits.”
That is tempting enough, so Semiu slowly pulls away of you and kneels beside you on the couch, the both of you kneeling like obedient girls. Enjin kneels above you, his cock is still hard as he pumps it above you, staring down at you and Semiu like he wants to eat you both up at the same time. “Eyes up here, pretties,” he grunts. “Tongues out.”
As he instructed, you both lift your chins, stick your tongues out, and stare deep into his golden eyes as he pumps the rest of his nut onto your faces. As soon as his cum splashes onto your titties, you instinctively close your eyes. His spunk also coats your tongue and face, marking you completely as his now. He does the same to Semiu, coating her in his cum.
As he does, you turn to one another and begin kissing, sharing the droplets of spunk on your tongues with one another, soft moans leaving your lips and into each other’s mouths. Then Semiu pulls away, her eyes twinkling and a dazzling smile on her face. “Happy New Year, babe,” she whispers.
“Mmm-hmm,” Enjin hums in agreement, sighing as he looks down upon you both with total awe and adoration. “Can’t wait for next New Year’s Eve.”
He pauses, planting a sweet, hot kiss on both of your lips, not minding the taste of his nut on them. “Oh, and save me those panties. I’m takin’ those with me.”
he’s behind you again, and you know what it means the second his arms slide under your thighs, lifting you off the floor like nothing, locking you into that position you can’t ever fight. full nelson. stretched open. breath caught somewhere in your throat as his chest presses up your back and your legs are hooked over his elbows, the wet slide of his cock dragging against your cunt as he lines up.
“fuckin’ perfect,” sukuna mutters, teeth grazing your ear, voice thick with hunger. “you like bein’ manhandled like this, huh? all bent up and stuck. can’t even wiggle.”
he’s right, you are stuck. arms pinned, legs wide, cunt aching and dripping, and when he finally sinks in, it’s a slow, filthy stretch that knocks a gasp out of you.
“nghh 'kuna—hhhaaa…”
your moans spill into the air, helpless and high-pitched. the way he fills you in this position is different—almost like you were made to be used just like this.
and boy, he knows it.
his hips start moving, fucking into you with obscene squelches while you twitch in his grip, thighs trembling, every breath hitching.
“yeahhh, listen to you,” he pants against your neck, voice smug. “my baby's cryin’ already. only a few pumps in. such a fuckin’ mess down there.”
your body shudders as his lower hands come into play—sliding down to toy with your clit, thumb rubbing tight circles while he fucks you through it, moaning low and letting you feel every inch.
you try to form words but all that comes out is, “k-kuna—hnnn—please—!”
he just grins. “please what, brat? want me to stop?”
your head shakes frantically.
“didn’t fuckin’ think so.”
he slams into you harder, relentless now, your toes curling above his elbows, cries punched from your throat with every thrust, until your whole body jerks—and it's like you broke.
moaning, twitching, cunt clenching hard around him as your orgasm crashes over you, slick gushing around his cock as he groans and fucks you through it—chasing his own high until his grip tightens and he slams in one last time, burying himself deep.
hot spurts flood your insides and you can feel every throb. but he doesn’t move to pull out, just licks sweat from your shoulder and says, “you’re gonna take a few more like that.”
thinking about munch!choso who's acts like a puppy begging for a treat whenever he wants to eat you out— which is damn near every second of the day.
and of course you don't deny him, how could you? he begs so nicely, staring up at you with eyes like pools of honey.
"baby, can i please have a taste? been so good, jus' wanna little taste, promise ill make it quick."
you both know his thirsty ass is lying.
now he's slobbering all over your sopping cunt, spit and slick dripping down his chin as he's absolutely drunk off of your saccharine juices.
babbling and whimpering against your pretty pussy as his eyes roll back at the taste of you on his tongue, spit bubbling around your swollen clit as his mouth fills with spit— he's drooling just as much as your greedy little pussy.
his thick veiny cock is throbbing, dripping with an obscene amount of sticky precum as his hips rut against the rough fabric of his boxers and the soft mattress, before finally shooting thick, sticky ropes into his boxers— cumming all over himself like the pathetic little puppy he is.
a/n: im bored and horny thinking ab choso so i just wrote this up real quick bleh, i am working on a bit of a longer version too <3 sigh need me a real eater 💔
It is illegal for an individual to knowingly use interactive computer services to display obscenity in a manner that makes it available to a minor less than 18 years of age (See 47 U.S.C. § 223(d)). (As stated in a Tumblr post. Click the link to read it fully)
I have seen a lot of discourse, again, about minors being in NSFW spaces and even some adults defending minors and that's not okay. A friend and I have done some research and have collected the above materials to show minors (those who are under the age of 18) that it is illegal for a minor to write, read, or interact with any sort of NSFW work.
When you do so you are putting adults at risk because adults will have to answer for your actions. You are putting adults at risk of legal trouble. When an adult blocks you it is not because they are trying to be mean, it's because they are trying to protect themselves and in existence you from anything bad happening. Nobody wants to end up in jail over a fucking fictional story. It's not fair to adults that you're putting them at such risk because you want to read about your favorite characters having sex.
An author has a responsibility to tag their stories, put warnings on them, and at times disclaimers for the stories so that the reader can make an informed decision before reading. If a story is marked as explicit or the author says they do not want anyone under the age of 18 to read their content then don't read it.
Everyone is allowed to have boundaries. Smut authors are trying to create safe boundaries so they do not do anything that would get them into trouble. If a person - whether or not an they write smut expresses that they don't want children or teens to follow them then that needs to be respected.
It is not anyone responsibility to provide minors with blogs that are safe for them to consume. If a minor can find NSFW blogs then they can find blogs that are safe for them.
Parents - and I know there are parents on here - need to take it upon themselves to educate their children on internet safety and not going into spaces that are not for them. They need to be more proactive in knowing what their children are doing on the internet. There are too many unsafe places and unsafe people on the internet for children and teens to be on it without parent knowledge.
Minors: you need to think about what you're doing and how you're putting people in danger. It is not worth it just so you can read material that's meant for adults. Stop putting people at risk. Stop not listening. Stop following blogs that are under the age of 18. You are in the wrong, not the adults blocking you.
Well this is timely after just finding two more minors following me and blocking them.
Seriously. STOP.
You’re literally proving our point for us, that you are anything but an adult or “mature for your age” because you can’t even respect simple boundaries.
So for the millionth time, if you are under the age of 18: unfollow me right now and do not interact.
I quite liked Tamsy before, but chapter 92 completely sold me on him. What a great way to set up an antagonist and give us some quick characterisation. More authors should do this honestly. Just show us their average day. It's fun, while also a bit disturbing. With the added bonus here of Tamsy doing this heinous shit under our protags noses.
Headbangs in the morning (gotta make good use of that long hair), buys lesbian porn for his friend and then rollerskates to the girl he keeps locked up in his basement to taunt her with cake. What an icon.
"I hope you find your friend" :) she's locked up in my torture dungeon btw :)
