"Nanami's not here?" Geto muses, eyeing Gojo who seems indifferent to the fact.
The white haired man sighs, leaning back into his clasped hands behind his head. "I invited him. But he said something about how parties aren't his scene. Well, his loss. Right, princess?" Gojo looks down on you, making eye contact through the flutter of your lashes while your mouth is wrapped around his length.
You bring yourself up, using the back of your hand to wipe the corner of your mouth. "You didn't say anything about bringing friends," you say with a wrinkle in your brow.
"Where was this objection when you stripped yourself down and got on your knees for me? I think my girl needs another shot." You glare at Gojo when he pulls your head back and pours down a clear liquid directly from the bottle and into your throat. The taste barely registers (perhaps you've just gotten used to it), but the burn definitely hits the back of your throat as you swallow. Gojo looks down on you proudly before guiding your head back down onto his dick.
"So..." Gojo begins, leaning back into his chair with arms spread across the back. "Who wants her first? Sukuna? Or what about our senior citizen?"
Toji Fushiguro, a "super senior" or so they call it. A man who always had an excuse for why he was in school for "just one more year." First it was his stupid advisor, then some trouble with the dean, and then his lab partners, and so on. At a certain point, people just stop asking.
He chuckles to the nickname, "I have no objections." He pats his lap and Gojo gives you the greenlight to leave your position. You make your way over to the monster of a man, politely taking your seat. "Oh don't be such a prude," he laughs, grabbing both of your knees and forcefully splitting your legs apart.
His fingers pinch the front of your panties, pulling on them before letting them snap back onto your cunt. You jolt over his thigh to which the group finds amusing. "Don't scare the poor girl," Geto says from across the room. You look up at him and he offers you a reassuring smile. However, something about it makes you feel uneasy. Despite the genuine look in his eyes, your gut tells you differently.
Sukuna eagerly laughs at the suggestion. "C'mon, she has to be somewhat of a freak to be dating Gojo." He earns a knowing nod from the previously mentioned man.
"So, should I prep you a little or do you like the stretch?" From your spot, you look down at the bulge in his pants. Toji smiles at your reaction- your eyes say it all. Your breath nearly gets caught in your throat from the sight of it. Even in the dim lighting of the upstairs room, you didn't have to have 20/20 vision to understand the size of what Toji was packing. "C'mon doll, ask me to finger your pussy or I'm assuming you can take it."
Heat burns in your cheeks. You hardly ever had a conversation with Toji that lasted longer than 5 seconds and now you were perched up half-naked on his thigh, about to ask him to stuff your pussy with his fingers. Your hands come up to your face, covering your eyes from the expecting stares. "Please finger me..."
Geto is amused by how shameful you can be. He would have never expected it from a person that was willing to date the Gojo Satoru. Even though he adores your shyness, he was going to make you look him in the eye and beg him to let you cum.
Toji pulls your panties to the side, dipping two fingers between your folds and gathering the accumulated slick. "Oh, what a treasure," he mutters, spreading the wetness up and down your cunt till he's swirling your hole. He's certainly impatient, pushing two fingers into your awaiting heat within a minute.
You sling an arm around his neck to brace yourself, stopping yourself from tipping over from the sudden intrusion. Your focus drops to where he enters you, observing his girthy fingers spreading you wide. It doesn't take long for your arousal to coat his digits, causing the pain to fade away.
"Damn," Toji sneers, "Cunt's so tight I kinda wish I didn't give you a choice."
The statement sends shivers up your spine. This was the first realization that your boyfriend had just handed you off to a really dangerous guy. But your boyfriend seemingly understands the words behind your eyes, responding to your worries. "He doesn't mean that, princess."
A scoff can be heard from Sukuna that doesn't reassure your worries. "Sure." He says it as if he's better than the rest of them. God knows that can't be true.
Toji's not patient or delicate. His fingers are relentless as they fill you at a brutal pace. Perhaps it's the smell of sex or it's the alcohol filling back into your blood but your head starts to feel dizzy. It's not an unfamiliar feeling. It's been coming back and forth this whole evening. You someone kept getting fed drinks- not too much, just enough to keep you in a pliant place where you could come up with your own thoughts, but not care enough to do anything about it.
"Oh look, baby doll is moving her hips on her own." Were you? It was hard to distinguish what feelings where coming from where. All you knew is that you felt good and hot.
But everyone else can clearly see it. Your liquids covering Toji's thigh. Your poor and puffy clit attempting to get some friction against his rough palm. And the pornographic face you make as you desperately ride his thigh.
The girth of his fingers are perfect and you feel a familiar sensation brewing in your stomach. Was it shameful to cum while riding another man's thigh in front of your boyfriend? Absolutely. But Gojo's doing everything in his will power not to stroke his own dick right now. His eyes are so intense that no distraction could ever make him glance away.
His fingers curl so deliciously that your high is inevitable- that is until you feel a sudden and disappointing emptiness. Your blink slowly, succumbing to reality. "Not just yet, babe."
Toji's smile is menacing. The scar doesn't help. Rumor has it he got it in a bar fight his freshman year. It's never been confirmed but you wouldn't be surprised if it were true or even more brutal than that.
They maneuver you down on the couch, your head resting up on Sukuna's lap. "Well, hello darling," he smiles while you're unable to hold eye contact with the man. Although it's no matter since your attention is soon drawn elsewhere. An audible rip is all you need to know to realize that you'll never be able to put on those panties ever again. You see the scraps discarded before a broad chested man takes place between your legs.
He admires the sheen on your cunt, completely making your puss glow like it was the center of attention. Toji take his tip, running it up and down your length which causes your back to rise off of the couch in anticipation (or maybe fear).
Without a word, he starts closing the distance between the two of you, sinking inch by inch into your cunt. "Oh god..." he groans, letting his head drop back. "This cunny's sucking me in. Got a real whore on your hands, Satoru."
You want to respond, to tell them you didn't come tonight expecting to spread your legs for four different men. "Not a-ah, not a who-ore," But the warmth feels so good and addicting that Toji can't stop himself from shoving more and more of himself inside of you, causing your sentence to break. Even when you're telling him to stop and that 'it hurts,' it's like his dick has a mind of its own and it definitely wasn't anything close to forgiving.
"Oh yeah?" He asks, slapping your pussy. "Why don't you watch your desperate cunt suck my fat cock in and tell me you're not a whore?" You quickly realize that Toji wasn't going to be your saving grace. So your gaze drifts upwards, catching a read gleam. "Ryo.."
Ryo? When did you and Sukuna get on a first name basis? your boyfriend thinks.
"Yes, princess?"
You gasp, another inch plunged into your walls. "Pleasahh, help me. It hurts, h-hurts," you whine, fingers clawing around his neck, shoulders, chest and everyone else you an get a hand around.
He shushes you softly, kissing your temple and pushing the hair out of your face. "It's alright, darling. I got you, yeah? Keep those eyes up here."
And for some reason, you believe him. You let your eyes stay with his in a tight hold while attempting to ignore the burning sensation at your cunt. You feel a slim finger make it's way to your clit, lighting rubbing soothing circles on it in an attempt to calm you. You're not sure if it's working but you willfully hold out any more complaints until Toji lets out a deep groan. "It's like she's trying to cut my dick in half, goddamn it."
"Does that help, darling? Or maybe you like it better here?" His fingers briefly leave your clit, dragging the hem of your shirt upwards with it before your breasts are exposed to the sticky air. He dips his fingers into your mouth and your tongue reflexively coats it. Sukuna watches in awe as your eyes don't leave his for even a second- just as he asked. Withdrawing his fingers, they find home at your perky nipples, teasingly rolling them between his wet digits which earn him a soft exhale out of delight.
You almost forget that you were complaining the "unbearable pain" that was Toji's cock. That is until he bullies the rest of himself inside of you in one harsh thrust with his patience running thin. Your jaw drops, but nothing comes out. Your body is still and stiff as it arches off the couch and your nails dig into Sukuna's thighs, threatening to draw blood.
Toji groans, letting his head fall back as his hips finally still. "Shit...shit, shit."
"You're too mean," Geto snickers, lightly scolding the man who, frankly, couldn't care less. It's obvious that Geto isn't saying that for your sake. Not when he's palming himself through his own pants.
"I know you horn dogs love it," he jokes back. "That's why you always let me have a go at the helpless ones first." He makes eye contact with your boyfriend and they share a knowing look. It seems that Gojo and Toji share a type, or a kink, or perhaps both.
Sukuna is less focused on the other three, hands stroking your cheek and shushing you as your whines start to grow louder and louder. "What is it, babe? C'mon, you can tell me."
You start to catch your breath while unburying your face from your own hands. "St-stomach's too full. Gonna burst," you remark with blurry eyes. The way you look at him makes him go soft. You were like a sweet, little, dumb puppy who was eager for the feeling of home. And when your hands grab one of his and drag it over your bare stomach, inches above your belly button, to let him feel the evident bulge inside of you, he almost loses it.
"Oh, doll," he sighs. You just had to be so innocent. "You don't even know what you're doing to me right now. You're so cute it makes me want to shove my dick right up on in there along with Fushiguro's."
The sentiment makes you blush. But the thought of even anything else fitting inside you along with that monster of a cock sends chills down your spine. "Please, please no. C-can't take it. Can't."
Your blown out eyes are full with pleas of mercy and Sukuna almost doesn't have it in him to give it to you. Almost. Because god knows his heart has a soft spot. "I know, I know," he smiles. And surprisingly, you calm- you believe him.
Sukuna can see it in Toji's eyes- he's going to start moving soon. The beast himself has his canines on display with a wicked curve to his lips. Being your saving grace, he does all his can to keep your focus on him. One hand expertly toys with a perked up nipple while the other keeps your chin tilted upwards and towards him.
But a man can only do so much when faced against Toji's dick. And the pain can't be suppressed when Toji sharply thrusts back into your sopping hole, sending your whole body rocking.
You scream loudly, leaving no room for question as to what you five were up to if anyone were to walk past the door or perhaps someone would think there was a murder being committed inside. Toji laughs wildly at your reaction, savoring the way your fingers are lamely pressing against his abdomen in an attempt to slow is dick. "Fuck, such a fucking slut aren't you?"
Your voice comes in barely above a whisper whilst trying to catch your breath. "N-not a-ngh a slut."
"Not a slut?" he mocks with fake pity seeping in his tone. "Why don't you tell me that again when you're not ass naked with your legs spread and in between two guys- which, might I add, are neither your boyfriend."
Your boyfriend. Gojo. The remark silences you as your head turns to find the one man who could save you from this all.
"Satoru," you whine, locking eyes with a smirking angel from across the room. "Please, help. Hurts t'so much."
Gojo's chest swells with pride. His little bunny needs him so badly and he lives for the way you weakly try to reach out to him. You were so loyal, even with your cunt being split in half and your head resting against another man. It's not to say he didn't care for you. In fact, he cared so much that he was willing to share you with his three closest friends because he knows your slutty little body was made for it. He sees the way your cunt stretches to take every inch of Toji, and he notices the way your pussy pulses whenever he teases the idea of Suguru jerking off to one of your homemade videos. He was just letting a whore live out her dreams.
Your eyes linger on Gojo as he makes his way towards you, kneeling down on the side of the couch till he's face to face with you. He tries shushing you, rubbing a gentle thumb over your tears as you mutter something along the lines of 'please' and 'too much' as Toji's thrusts continue to fill you. His thumb finds home on your bottom lip, pulling lightly till your jaw so pliantly drops. "Here, baby. This will make the pain all go away."
A familiar liquid hits the back of your throat and you instinctively react, coughing up the retched flavor and thrashing your head away from him, causing the rest of his pour to fall down the side of your cheek. He clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Shit. Don't you know how nice I'm being givin' you the good stuff? Do you even know how expensive this bottle is?"
A hand clenches around your jaw, bringing your focus back to where it once was. "Don't wanna," you quietly mutter "Taste bwadd," only to be totally ignored as another shot fills your mouth before being sealed off with a strong palm to ensure there's no waste this time, keeping still until there's a noticeable gulp. "Daddy knows what's best for you. Don't you ever worry that little dumb brain of yours," he hums sweetly, a proud hand stroking your hair back before retreating to his seat.
After Gojo leaves, Toji finds no more reason to hold back his thrusts. He snaps his hips forward, daring to cause the alcohol to come back out of your throat. His eyes relish at the way the bulge in your stomach moves. He swears he could probably jerk himself off whilst still inside of you.
A sudden smack against your clit pulls a high-pitched moan from the back of your throat. "That's it, tighten up this pussy for me and I'll fill you with my cum. And once I'm done I'm gonna do the same to that sweet ass of yours." And the feeling is so addicting to Toji that he smacks you in the same spot again. And again. And again.
You want to find it in you to protest, but it's almost impossible to even put words together at the rate he's fucking you. You don't want to cum, you don't want to involuntarily invite him to fuck your pussy again. If he brings you to orgasm, he'll claim that you enjoyed it and that you were practically falling apart on his dick.
But it hurts so bad. It hurts so much that you feel it everywhere, in your core, your clit, your head. Everything winds so tightly and perhaps it's the alcohol, but your blood seems to rush to your clit faster than it normally does. A ringing starts to appear in your head, muting the background noise of music, laughter, and chatter. What was this feeling? Were you going to pass out?
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, god, god."
Your vision goes white before you feel sparks light up your body in one of the most blissful and unexpected orgasms of your life.
The sight of your juices flowing causes Toji's hips to stutter. His cock twitches, daring to cum but he holds out for the sake of his own sadistic pleasure. A string of curses fall from Toji's lips as he eyes the way your body trembles with ecstasy. His cock drags out of you slowly, him sucking in a tight breath to hold back his own release that was so eagerly filling his balls. His eyes shut, flashing images of his favorite baseball player, the day of his grandma's funeral, and any other image that would make his throbbing dick calm down.
And the tremendous task only takes him less than a few seconds because before you can even come to after the nerve-wrecking orgasm you just experienced, Toji's already thrusting back into you. Overstimulation floods your body. And despite the screaming voices in your head, your body can barely react with how he's ruthlessly pounding into your tightening cunt.
Broken renditions of "sensitive" and "slow down" are said, but none are understood. "Fuck it's so tight. Can't even tell if you're tryna squeeze me out or suck me back in."
And everyone can see it- the way your pussy lips are fluttering around Toji's cock. Even with your hips wildly bucking, it's not secret that your cunt welcomes each thrust with open arms. And even Sukuna, who swears that he's holding you to make sure you have someone to comfort you, can't help but fall victim to your wanton moans and sultry eyes.
His hot breath is almost visible as he pulls his hard cock out, letting the length lay against your face. "Sorry, princess. Could'ya help me out?"
He asks so nicely that you can't say no. Well, words are far out of the picture with Toji knocking the air out of your lungs. But if you could say any, you wouldn't deny him. You couldn't. His smile is so delicate and heart-warming. It makes it so easy for your tongue to slip out, pathetically gliding up and down whatever skin he'll let you have.
The sight is too perfect- two angry and beyond-average cocks filling up your pliant holes. It would drive any man insane, especially if they were aided with the sound of your whorish yet lovely whimpers. Just watching was more than a man could ask for.
"Are you filming?"
Your boyfriend smiles, eyes never leaving his phone screen even as he responds. "Why? Want me to send you it?"
Geto scoffs, which both men know means he can expect a message with the attachment by the end of the day. "She's doing surprisingly well." Geto was the observant type. He never laid hands on a girl first, wasn't the way he liked to play the game. He was into the long haul, the tension, the eventual begging and humiliation of having a slut at his feet. But it's not to say that he doesn't know your body. In fact, he's probably second in line after your boyfriend. He's seen and heard enough to know just where you like and what buttons he needs to press for you to give him what he wants. And today was the day to put all of that to the test.
"Oh yeah, she gets hella horny after a sip of alcohol," your boyfriend laughs, fingers zooming in on your abused pussy. "You think it can hear how wet she is? Wanna prove it to her later."
"Not if we keep talking it won't."
Gojo shrugs in agreement, keeping his mouth shut and focusing more on making sure that the camera was able to capture everything he needed for his own enjoyment.
Slapping sounds of skin on skin get louder by the second in conjunction with the babbling nonsense falling out of your mouth. "That's it, bitch. Gonna fill this pussy with my cum."
Toji grunts with satisfaction. This was the epitome of a man in his element. The smell of sex goes straight to his brain. Every nerve is his body is so acutely aware of your adorable reactions. He lives to make a girl cream around his cock. And even more so, he could die to see a girl fall stupid on it too.
He grabs both of your wrists, pulling you down to meet his final thrust which has your eyes rolling back. Sukuna's dick falls out of your mouth and slaps messily across your cheeks. But it's the least of your worries as you feel a pool of warmth gather in your pussy.
It doesn't seem to stop. The fullness in your stomach grows and grows for what seems like eternity before Toji's weight is finally pulled off from you.
Your breath finally comes back to you, daring to almost leave again when Toji pulls his half-hard cock out of your tight and warm hole. The gaping hole he leaves is evidence of the damage he's done, and further supported by the leaking cum the seeps out of you.
"You did so good, princess," remarks Sukuna, tapping at your cheek lightly to prevent your sleepy state from taking any more of your sanity.
Toji, on the other hand, was less experienced when it came to praise or fluff. "Who's next?"
"Pass her over here." Gojo's eyes light up. "So soon?" he asks, not expecting his best friend to make his move this early. As Geto himself has said before, patience is a virtue.
Geto can only shrug. Aside from his pride and preaching, he was still a man with wants and needs. "I know there'll be a round two anyways." His smile sends shivers down your spine. You can't put a pin on it, but it's nerve-wrecking for some odd reasons. He looks pleasant, but he feels menacing.
You're swept up from your spot on the couch by Toji's two strong arms. And even with your limp body, he treats you as if you were as light as a feather. He gently places you on the bed with your back towards Geto, his touch so soothing compared to when they were bruising your hips.
Geto pulls you in till your ass is met with his hardened bulge. His head tilts over your shoulder, getting a better look at the damage that Toji caused. You want to close your knees, but it's as if your boyfriend can already tell where your line of thinking is heading because he clicks his tongue in warning before you can even make your move. 'Behave,' you can imagine him saying.
A deep exhale escapes between your lips before your posture settles back down to fill the space that Geto's chest has left for you.
Geto hums questionably, "Well, this won't do." He refers to the leaking cum that has now started to dribble out of your pulsing hole. It leaves a clear trail, leaving no question as to what the substance was. "I'm not that much of a freak to enjoy dipping my cock into another man's cum."
The comment drags out a few chuckles and scoffs from the other participants. Geto? Not a freak? Yeah right. It seemed as if his boundaries were far too few to count. His twisted and meticulous brain probably made him one of the more sadistic ones of the group. Toji may be a monster, but he had a dick for brains and it definitely showed in the way he had sex. Geto, on the other hand, was the complete opposite yet still to be feared.
You gasp suddenly when Geto hooks his arms under your knees, pulling them each to your chest and putting your cunt on display for whoever wanted to watch. Under his hold, there was no escaping or even adjusting to make yourself appear any less crude. "Push it out."
It falls silent and your toes curl with discomfort. You hum in question, hoping and praying that you heard him incorrectly. "Are you dumb? I said push it out."
You whine when his fingers scoop Toji's leaking cum, pushing it back into your sensitive hole. "No cheating," he teases. "Now, push. It. Out."
You can tell by his tone that he doesn't have any intention of repeating himself again. All eyes are glued on you. Specifically, your cunt. The anticipation amongst the men is high. They're eager to see your fluttering hole and curious as to how much Toji really stuffed up in you.
Your eyes shut tightly, hoping that it would somehow dissipate the humiliation that was running through your veins. Slowly, you can feel the liquid start to forcefully seep out of you. But your body can only endure it for so long before tightening back up. "You like my cum that much?" teases Toji who finds your reaction so amusing. "Can give you more if you beg nicely."
"C'mon, don't stop. I know there's more in there," Geto muses, thumb drawing gentle circles on your inner thigh to coax you into another beautiful push of your pussy. This time, a huge glob slips past, covering your cunt in a translucent white. A groan is released in unison from all the observers, admiring the way your puss was holding onto it so tightly.
This goes on for what feels like eternity. You hope you're empty with every push, but it never seems to end. And the building puddle underneath you serves as a greater taunt, ridiculing you to a literal cum dump. Finally, no more comes out and your hole flutters around air. "Are you all cleaned out?" hums Geto."
You nod your head in shame, hoping to earn Geto's mercy. "Really? I guess I'll have to see for myself."
He maneuvers you onto your knees and forearms, ass being the peak of your outline. You feel the bed shift with his weight behind you before his hands come to your ass, pulling the cheeks apart as if inspecting the job well done.
You mewl as you feel two fingers dip into your entrance, curling as if they were digging for something. When Geto withdraws, he carefully observes the residue left. "Not bad." And despite knowing his content, his fingers delve back in, this time with more force.
You gasp at the intrusion, knuckles turning a ghostly white as his palm slaps against your cunt. Your pussy releases lewd sounds of a porno, squelching alongside each of Geto's careful and meticulous movements. And just when you think it couldn't get any worse, you feel a warm tongue latch itself onto your vulnerable clit.
Your hips jump in surprise- not that they have very far to go. But you're drawn back into Geto's mouth in less than a second. His warm muscle works wonders on your sensitive nub, flicking and sucking at it tenderly.
Your eyes are half lidded, unable to withstand the pleasure coming between your legs. Geto, who's mumbling sinful words against your cunt, only adds to his cause. He's telling you how sweet you taste and how only filthy bunnies enjoy being eaten out in front of a crowd. A bubble starts to grow in your core. The feeling is familiar and not a stranger. Your eyes roll back in bliss and even your hips start bucking into Geto's welcoming tongue. You just needed a few more-
The feeling starts to fade quickly, pulling out a soft gasp from between your lips. Geto's presence has disappeared and your body feels somewhat cold and empty. You whine, clearly from your stolen orgasm. "was gonna cum-"
Geto wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning his soaked chin. He looks down at you, fond of his work. "You'll cum when you can look me in the eye and admit you're a whore for cock. Can you do that for me? Can you tell me you're a whore?"
Your eyes break contact. Something about the way he looked at you made you uncomfortable. Your orgasm has completely left your body at this point. "Not a whore," you mutter in defiance. If it wasn't for your menacing boyfriend (possibly soon to be ex) and his persuasive tactics, you would have never willingly put yourself in this position.
"That's it. It's more fun if you resist anyways," Geto remarks before he's back at your cunt- fingers and tongue. You moan loudly, enjoying the warmth against your needy skin once again. His touch was a lot more gentler compared to his words. Perhaps it was that very contrast that made your body melt for him but always left you with such an icky feeling once he was done.
His tongue lathers all your release, even stuffing it back where it came from. Each curl of his limbs sent shivers down your spine, building up your impending orgasm. His tongue is careful and moves with intent as it swirls and laps at your folds.
And as much as you swear by the fact that Geto Suguru was a man that you should normally stray very far away from, his tongue was making that fact fade from your memory.
You're reduced to nothings as the blinding pleasure grows and grows. Even when you try to wiggle your hips against his lips for just a little more attention, he reacts too fast for you to have your way. All your failed attempts only add to your frustration- but nothing can cause the same misery of your denied orgasm as he does it again and again.
You've lost counts of how many times he's denied you of what you felt was deserved. His tongues and fingers were like magic, coaxing you until you were on cloud nine. Your abused clit was swollen by his suckling and yet, craved any amounts of attention if it meant that you could cum.
You wanted to cum. You needed to cum. Your pussy was throbbing with pain and there was only one way that pain would alleviate. Your eyes find your boyfriend, and his own eyes are blown wide with lust. He smiles through watching his girlfriend slowly fall apart on his best friends tongue, eventually being stripped of her identity until she was nothing but a cum dump.
Perhaps he shouldn't have said that last part aloud, especially when tears start streaming down your face. But who's to say it wasn't because Geto's skills simply brought a girl to tears. "Please," you mutter, finally letting go of your bottom lip from the grasp of your teeth.
"Are you ready to admit you're a whore, hm?"
Geto's tongue slows, knowing your orgasm is building up again. But he wants to make sure his head isn't buried between your thighs because he knows he's going to want to hear this.
Taking you by the legs, he flips you onto your back, slotting his body between your legs, hot breath floating over your cunt.
You're breathing is unstable and your hips shake, hoping to not lose that feeling again. Geto sinks two digits into your hole, milking that blissful spot over and over just to keep you teetering over the edge. "'m a whore," you mumble, just loud enough for Geto to hear.
"Huh? I don't think you were loud enough, couldn't hear ya." What an asshole. Of course he heard you the first time. But resolve doesn't matter right now. Not when your arousal has taken over every logical thought. "I'm a whore."
He grins, "Look at me. Say that your dirty pussy enjoys this."
It takes all of your will to find it within yourself to make eye contact with the man. His smile is evil and menacing, a smile of a winner. "M-my dirty p-pussy likes it."
His fingers start to increase their pace, and Geto's tongue gently flicks at your clit whilst he's hearing those sinful words come out of your mouth. "Tell them all to watch you cum on my tongue."
Your eyes circulate around the room, finding then all staring back at you, before they rest back with Geto. You swallow hard, almost reluctant- that is until Geto's fingers start to slow, bringing some sense of urgency back to you. "Please! Pl-please watch me c-cum on Geto's tongue!"
"Go on, babe. You've earned it." His permission is all you need before your vision goes white. A strong pulse of adrenaline rushes through your veins, filled with agony, pain, and glory. Your knuckles turn a ghostly white as you fist the fabric underneath it. But screw the fabric, screw the pain in your palms, and screw the ungodly sounds you were making, all that mattered is that you were finally granted what seemed like a gift from god.
When you come to, you can taste the salty tears that slips past your lips. You look so pitiful your boyfriend thinks. He scoots closer, using his thumb to swipe one tear but it does nothing to stop the rest that continue to fall. The haze in your brain tells you to nudge your cheek against his open palm, instinct from the months of dating. "How ya feeling?"
You're not given time to respond when you feel something sink into your cunt in one swift motion. You bury your head into your boyfriend's thighs, muffling the groan that escapes you. "P-please, sensitive, j-just came," you mewl, reaching a weak hand behind in protest.
"I know," Geto muses with a short and strong thrust. "Feels so nice when they're still spasming." Electricity fills your head, or maybe it was the shot finally hitting. Whatever it was, it makes you almost incapable of saying any more.
And neither Geto or Gojo are there to protest. In fact, Gojo takes his cock out too, lining it with your already open mouth to start thrusting at his own pace. He spits on his length, letting it dribble into your welcoming tongue before pushing past your swollen lips.
Contrary to his behavior, Geto's thrusts are quite ruthless. Perhaps he had waited too long, edging himself and stroking his swollen cock while eating out your drenched cunt. Every man had his weakness, and a girl like you was right up his alley. And as he says, his eyes can't help but roll back at the way your fluttering cunt was still pulsing with sensitivity, squeezing and begging him for more.
Gojo, on the other hand, was more calm in contrast to his past behavior. He normally would be the worst of them all- with the stamina of a beast. However, he took his time while sharing. He wasn't that greedy. Gojo had done this millions of times before and he doubted today would be the last. If he wanted to fuck you dumb, he could do it any other hour of any other day. The least he could do now was give you mercy. But it wasn't to say his own pleasure wasn't on his list of priorities. Although his strokes were gentler and slower, the tip of his cock curved past the depths of your throat, connecting his abdomen with your nose.
A gargle of melodies fill the air to please the ears of both men. It was a shame that Gojo's cock had to clog all those addicting sounds that come out of your mouth- but sacrifices have to be made.
The scent of Gojo is an odd sense of comfort. He was a body you were so familiar with. And although there were 3 other set of eyes and another man's cock in your cunt, your heart could finally slow for the first time of the night. His touch reminded you of all the other intimate nights you have shared- where he has you begging for more and shivering at the slightest brush of his fingers.
The same sensation starts to fill you, spreading from your lips to your perky nipples, to your aching cunt. All of it becomes so sensitive, taking and yearning every delicate stroke. Your legs instinctively relax, hips dropping lower and legs spreading just a bit wider as if a silent way of offering your every compliance. "I knew you'd enjoy it babe, you really gotta start trusting me more."
"We'll make you feel good. We always do."
The insinuation leaves nothing to be questioned, especially by the other two onlookers. "Birds of a feather, huh?" chuckles Toji, not surprised that Gojo was a serial 'sharer.' Sukuna merely rolls his eyes, keeping his hand lazily moving up and down his cock. And despite their difference in attitude, both of them could not help move in almost unison as their eyes observed the way your breasts swung back and forth between each of Geto's and Gojo's thrusts.
It was a shame that you had to drop onto your chest when the feeling in your arms completely gave out. Gojo doesn't mind. He was quick to adapt to any situation. His hand grabs a fist of your hair, angling your chin in just the perfect angle for him to continue seeking his pleasure. "C'mon, babe. Know you fucking love it." He sneers as he picks up the bottle again, gently pouring it over the base of his cock and letting it run down his length and end where ever it may - let it be the couch or your mouth, he couldn't care less.
"Thought you said it was expensive."
Gojo merely shrugs his shoulder. Sure, it was expensive. But it's not like Gojo didn't have the pockets to support it and Geto knew that too. That's why the two of them never spared an expense when treating out a lucky girl like yourself. "Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets." He pulls your gaze up, keeping his cock lodged in your throat. "Isn't that right?"
You look up at him pitifully, nodding your head in ecstasy. There was no denying the pleasure coursing through your veins. Even as the bitter taste of alcohol seared your tongue, his cock pushed it down all too smoothly. You try to mutter a phrase expressing your gratitude and bliss, unknowing if your message came across.
Even subject to this humiliation, your pussy starts fluttering again. Perhaps you were just as messed up in the head as the rest of them. Who can blame the alcohol? Or even your sweet boyfriend, Gojo? Either way, you were grateful- grateful that they treated your body so well. Grateful that they knew best. Grateful that they fulfilled each and all of your desires.
"'Bout to cum," grunts Geto, fingers burying themselves into your hips all of the sudden. "Where does out sweet girl want it?"
"Come over here." Gojo nudges his head upwards, beckoning the dark haired man over to his side. Geto quickly understands, pulling his dick out of your swollen pussy. You whine briefly before it's cut off with a palm being slapped against your aching cunt, his fingertips being placed perfectly on top of your needy clit.
Gojo pulls out of your mouth, keeping his hold on your hair. Your jaw is too sore to even close, leaving it wide open for the two men who were rapidly stroking their wet cocks above you. Your eyes flicker between the both of them- each swelling with cum and lubed with your own liquids. "Keep that mouth open wide, baby girl."
The sight was straight out of a porno, tongue out, drool coming down from the corner of your mouth, displaying an obvious desperation for their cum. They reward you handsomely, finishing with a groan and streaks of white one after the other. You can feel the heat of the liquid spread across your cheeks, lips, and tongue, making a mess of your face. But to describe it as a mess was objective- they thought you were beautiful like this.
"Such a precious baby," coos your boyfriend, pushing just a little more cum back into the corner of your mouth.
You're gasping for breath, filing coming down from a haze. Vision and clarity start to come back as the discomfort of being covered in cum starts to sit in your chest. If only you were done...
But how could you be done? How could you not let Sukuna have his turn? Especially since he's been so sweet to you this whole night. He's always so sweet to you and you're remind of that as he beckons you over to his lap.
"You okay?" His hands hold onto your shoulders, resisting the way your hips subtly roll against his hard cock because he knows if you tempt him just enough, the devil might be ripped out of him as well.
You feel him holding you back, something that wasn't necessary. "Want to," you mutter, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck and insistently pushing your hips even more. "Told you she gets horny after some liquid encouragement." Gojo just had to prove his point, tucking himself back into his pants with a matter-of-factly smirk on his lips.
Internally, Sukuna has a sigh of relief. He wouldn't have known what to do if he had to go home with his raging hard on that has been yearning for you. He kisses your sweaty forehead, placing you gently on your back from your spot on his lap. "You must be tired, let me do the work for ya."
He collects both of your legs and pulls them to this left shoulder while his free hand aligns his tip with your lips. He almost moans once he feels just how warm your pussy was. The idea of you taking him whole excites him more than anything and he can't help but continuously sink his length in you inch by inch.
Your hips wriggle but you're unsure if it's because of the sensitivity or the want that you feel burning in your chest. "Ryo," you whisper, barely above inaudible.
"I know, I know," he reassures you, his hand rubbing large circles on the side of your hip. Despite the monster cocks you've already taken today, you somehow were still squeezing him so tight, as if asking for him to stay inside of you. "You feel so good," he groans, feeling him finally hit his hilt. "You're doing so good today, princess."
"What a romantic," jokes Geto, earning a scoff from your boyfriend who was slightly peeved at the comment (not that he would let it show). "Vanilla's another word," he replies, tagged with an eye roll. Sukuna decides to ignore the peanut gallery. He had waited patiently for his turn and he wasn't about to let two idiots ruin it for him.
Your eyes glance at Sukuna hazily and he knows exactly what you wants. His hips start to withdraw slowly, filing you perfectly and providing you just the right amount of friction that has your head tilting back and into the couch. "Wanna cum," you whine.
Sukuna finds a comfortable pace, dick spurred on by the sight of your naked breasts moving up and down in time with his thrusts. "Don't worry. I'll help you get there."
"Where do it like it? Here?" he asks, a hand softly rolling your left nipple between two fingers. You mewl at the sensation, chest rising off the couch just to get a little more of his touch. "Or here?" His hand moves down your stomach, settling on your stimulated clit.
This time, a moan leaves your lips, giving him his answer as he draws figure 8's around the bundle of nerves. Your slick makes it all too easy for his thumb to glide across it- over and over till seconds feel like years of bliss.
Your volume grows with time, filling the room with heavenly sounds that speaks to your pleasure. Everywhere he touches leaves sparks on your skin. It's no wonder after everything your body has been through but who can complain- not when it feels this good.
Sukuna has a scowl on his lips, his canine biting down hard. You can feel the tension in his arms just by how tightly he's holding onto your legs. He wants more. He needs it. But there's this internal battle as he knows your body just might not be able to take it. "More, 'Ryo. Want more. Wanna make you feel good."
He releases a half laugh and half sigh. You were just "unbelievable" and yet so perfect at the same time. How you ended up with a loser with Gojo would remain one of the world's greatest mysteries.
And now with no reserve, he begins thrusting with every intention of having him spill his cum deep inside of your pussy, claiming it until you can finally wash it all out yourself. And when you do, you'd be reminded of how well his cock stuffed you full and how you were the one who begged for it in the first place.
He lets your legs split, giving him the most delicious view of your pussy taking him whole. And now there's no running or hiding from his thumb that has full access to your clit. There's a fine line between pleasure and overstimulation and he's able to walk on that line with grace and ease.
Even as you have your hand wrapped around his wrist, you're unsure of what you want from him. You can't ask him to stop- you're way beyond asking for that. But your clit is screaming for relief... for a break... or maybe for you to hit that sweet release once again.
Your pussy speaks for itself, fluttering with delight at every stroke that sends you one step closer to heaven and yet your body feels like it's in hell. Sweat collects as your skin is burning from the heat, not to mention the aching and pulsing of your over abused cunt. And between heaven and hell, it should be an easy choice, right?
"Didn't take you for a big softie, Sukuna." Toji wears a smirk and cross his arms over his chest, as if challenging the man. If there was one thing about Toji Fushiguro, he loved a good show.
And Sukuna painfully groans in response- because he wasn't. He wasn't a softie. By god, that was so far from the truth. But he swore to himself that he couldn't put you through it, not when all the other three have already taken you for their joyride. And breaking that promise would deem him worse than a sinner.
But you're so so so pretty... breasts bouncing, nipples perfectly peaked, cunt so soaking wet, and sultry eyes that could get away with anything. The mere idea of him having you underneath him was more than he could ask for, let alone having you chanting his little nickname that he only let you call him. He wants you to cum, for your body to speak for his own release, for you to tell him that he makes you feel like no other man did tonight.
And with all these thoughts running wild in his head, his thrusts speed up unconsciously because it just feels so. damn. good. He's shaken out of his mind when he hears you scream just a bit louder than usual, proof of how deep his stroke was hitting you and the power behind his hips. "There it is," Toji laughs triumphantly. He had mastered the art of provoking alright.
Perhaps Sukuna should go a bit slower. But he knows that's not an option, especially when he can feel Gojo's eyes staring daggers into him. Maybe he was exaggerating, but there's something telling him that if he went soft on you again, he might not be invited back for the next time and no way in hell was he going to allow that.
So he mentally makes his apologies to you and his god before his hips slam into you with every ounce of stamina he has left. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes but it does nothing to cover the high pitch gasps that are being pounded out of your throat. Your words are broken to a mere gibberish, unable to do anything but take what he gives you.
And maybe it was just because you were so darn sensitive that your pussy began clamping down on him. Every ridge of his cock relishes the way your plush walls attempt to squeeze the life out of him. He wasn't going to last long- but he had already known that since the second his tip touched your cunt. All he could envision was his white cum filling you to the brim.
"Gonna cum, pretty girl. Gonna need you to cum with me, alright?" he pants, voice trying its best not to waver. And just for some encouragement, he lewdly spits on your cunt before his hand makes a sharp contact. It's the perfect stimulation - but it doesn't end there. His rough and calloused hand continues to lightly slap against your clit- over and over and over.
It's not painful, but rather perfect. Your cunt clenches in time with his tiny little pats, sending waves of pleasure down to your pleading pussy. Your high hits you before you even know it's there, washing over you with a scream and a loud buzz in the back of your head.
Your toes curl in delight, orgasm taking completely control over your every muscle. You spasm and shake like you haven't before, drawing out pornographic poses and sounds along with it. And it's just the perfect sight for Sukuna to remember for the rest of his days as his dick fills you with his seed. There's a pulsing from inside of you, and you're unsure if it's his cumming dick or the remnants of your own pleasure. But it fills you with warmth and comfort nonetheless.
But Sukuna's not done with you yet- almost, but not yet. He had every intention on proving that he would be able to give you an experience like no other. He wasn't going to and just leave you there afterwards- that's no treatment for a princess. A princess deserves to be spoiled.
So he pushes your legs up, and it seems that Toji has caught on quickly, assisting Sukuna in holding you by the ankles to keep your cunt exposed. In any other instance, Sukuna would be snapping at the other man to keep his hands off- he had his turn. But the pink haired man had other priorities at the moment.
Sukuna's fingers replace his dick, pushing back the leaking cum and keeping you plugged up. Immediately, his fingers start to flicker inside of you, hitting that overstimulated place that has you screaming. You're pleading for a break, for a chance to regain any dignity that you can, but the position you're held in makes it impossible to escape the force-fed pleasure that was being given to you. "Sorry, princess. Can't let you do that. Gotta work fast but I promise it'll be worth it."
You feel something weird bubbling up from your core, a direct response from his menacing fingers that were relentlessly moving within you. You're practically screaming at this point, but you're only egged on with sweet works of encouragement from the man between your legs.
And finally, you give him what he wants, liquid squirting out of you and making a mess of his arms and torso. There's sounds of amusement as your arousal just doesn't seem to stop. And he works you till there's no more reward left for him to steal. Only then do your legs drop and your body lays limp, gasping for breath.
There's a moment of stillness where everyone is collecting their own thoughts. Should they clean up? Or should they put their half-hard cocks up to the challenge. Your boyfriend is the first to make a move. "Well, seems like you boys-"
There's a knock at the door, bringing everyone's attention to wonder who could be interrupting at a time like this. Gojo, seeing as it was his room, is the only one to move closer to the door. "Who is it?"
And the timing of the question is perfect because just then, Gojo gets a text message that lights up his phone.
I'm here. Let me in.
"Holy shit," he laughs, a menacing smile plastered on his lips. "It's Nanami. What d'ya say, sweetie? Do we let him in?"
