You were careful when you first started dating Toji. You always wore your best underwear around him, always made sure you saw him on hair wash day 1 or 2, at most. You avoided staying overnight around his apartment when you were on your period and sprayed at least half of bottle of perfume on your clothes before you met with him.
However, it seemed that Toji could not care less. You’d excuse yourself to the bathroom with a pair of synchronised footsteps behind you. Without a knock, he’d open the bathroom door and stand in there while you were peeing. He’d unashamedly stare too, as if you were eating food and not taking a piss.
Or you’d drop something off at his apartment after an intense gym session, gym-wear sticking to your skin and cheeks still red. But then, he’d drag you in, push you down onto his bed and push his face in between your thighs. You’d squeal, try and kick at him to move because you knew you hadn’t had a shower yet.
“Come on, doll. Let me love my girlfriend.” Then he’d press his nose into your crotch and deeply inhale.
“Toji!” You scream. “You are such a freak!”
“Ouch, ma. That hurts.”
“Well it’s true.”
You let him eat you out anyway. You can’t say no to those devilish eyes and handsome smirk.
Sadly, you can’t say no to anything that Toji wants. You let him steal your dirty underwear, you let him sit in the bathroom with you whilst your bent over on the toilet seat with period cramps.
And he loves it.
He fights back a grin whenever you let him join you in the shower (after insistent begging), knowing you’ll let him wash your hair even if it’s greasy (because he begs you even more).
He gets a boner whenever you stretch your feet over his lap and silently command him to give you a foot massage, or when you let him eat you out on your period.
He may have been a bit weird; but it was clear he loved you through his freakish ways.
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WHEN TOJI saw how intelligent you were, he couldn’t get enough of the idea of fucking you till you were too dumb to even answer a question.
“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t you handle it?” He mocked, he had you bent over the bed, pounding deep into you.
You couldn’t even reply, the only sounds coming from your lips were moans, tears streaming down your face from just the sensation of him buried inside you. He laughs lowly, a smug expression on his face. “Poor baby.”
He grabs your hair, tugging it back, your spine arching into the mattress. “Too fucking dumb to even answer me, huh?” He groaned deeply, his thrusts only becoming more erratic from the sounds of your innocent whines. “Mhhmm..” you moaned out, words failed on your tongue.
Your whole body jolted forward with each thrust, the headboard repeatedly tapping against the wall. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room.
Your breathing became uneven as you felt your climax reaching you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched tight around his cock. “Not yet..” he ordered, but his movements didn’t slow down, you whined in disapproval, trying hard to push back your orgasm till he said otherwise.
But the way his tip continually hit against that perfect spot inside you, made it hard to hold back. Your pussy gripped around him, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore, your orgasm pushing over. Your walls fluttered around him as your body trembled, a loud moan reaching his ears.
“Stupid girl, did i say to finish yet?” He grunts, a punishing slap meeting against your ass, leaving a red mark blooming across your cheek. “Head so empty you can’t follow instructions either, isn’t that right?” He says his breath hitching as his own orgasm caught up to him.
You nod your head frantically, your body sensitive from your previous orgasm but he didn’t stop till he was done. He grabs your chin, forcing your head towards him. “Use your words.”
“Yes..” you sighed out, he spanked your ass again before soothing it over with his palm. Only a few moments later, his orgasm caught up to him. His head tipping back as he buried himself deep inside you. Ropes of thick release filling you to the brim as a groan escaped his throat.
He let out a sigh of relief, pulling his softening cock out of you, both of your releases spilling out your entrance, dripping down your shaking thighs. He leans over kissing your temple possessively. “My dumb princess, hm..”
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megumi fushiguro is trying very hard to play it cool.
he’s buried deep inside you, hips pressed flush against yours, when he first notices it—the soft, unmistakable bulge in your lower belly every time he thrusts forward. his cock is visibly pressing against your insides, distorting your stomach just slightly with every slow roll of his hips.
he freezes for half a second.
his usual stoic expression stays perfectly intact, but inside, something feral awakens. his dark eyes flick down to your stomach again, locked on the way the bulge appears and disappears with each thrust. he feels almost dizzy at the sight.
he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t acknowledge it. just keeps his breathing steady and his face neutral. at least, that’s what he wants you to think. in reality, megumi is obsessed.
the sight of his cock making your tummy bulge is doing dangerous things to his self-control. he’s never seen anything hotter in his life. the primal urge to push deeper, to make the bulge even more obvious, is quickly overriding his usual restraint.
without warning, his pace changes.
his thrusts become harder. deeper. more deliberate. each stroke is forceful enough that the bulge in your stomach becomes much more visible. megumi’s jaw clenches, eyes darkening as he watches it intently.
you moan loudly, fingers digging into his shoulders. “megumi— ah! slow down—”
he doesn’t. if anything, he fucks you even harder.
his hand slides down and presses firmly against the bulge, feeling the shape of his own cock through your soft skin. the sensation makes him groan low in his throat—the only crack in his cool facade.
“fuck…” he mutters under his breath, barely audible.
he’s completely fixated now. every time he bottoms out, he watches the way your belly swells with his cock, mesmerized. his usual calm and steady rhythm is gone, replaced by something rougher and more possessive. his hips snap against yours with more and more intensity, chasing that view that makes his brain melt.
you’re trembling beneath him, overwhelmed by how deep he’s getting. “megumi… it’s too much— i can feel you so deep—”
“good,” he replies. his hand stays pressed against your tummy, pushing down gently so he can feel himself even better. “i want you to feel all of me.”
he leans down, forehead pressed against yours, eyes still glued to the way your stomach bulges every time he drives into you. his breathing is ragged now, control slipping further with every thrust.
“you look so good like this,” he admits quietly, almost shyly, even as he fucks you harder. “seeing my cock inside you… fuck, i can’t stop looking.”
megumi’s thrusts turn punishing, hips slamming into you as he loses himself in the sight. the usually controlled boy is gone—replaced by someone completely addicted to the way your body yields to him, marked so visibly by his cock.
he presses down on your belly again, eyes dark with lust. “take me deeper,” he whispers against your lips. “i want to see how much you can take.”
ᓚᘏ𑄝 you mistake flirting to kindness and now toji needs to fuck some knowledge into you
toji’s got you folded in half on the bed.
legs shoved up by your ears, his thick cock slamming into you so hard the headboard bangs against the wall. one hand pins both your wrists above your head, the other digs bruises into your thigh as he fucks you like he’s trying to punish you.
“thought that guy was just bein sweet, huh?” he growls, hips snapping forward, balls slapping wet against your ass. “thought his little compliments meant he wanted to be your friend. dumb fuckin’ slut.”
you open your mouth to whine but he shoves deeper, cutting off your air, making your eyes roll. he pulls out slow just to ram back in, watching your tits bounce with every mean thrust.
“you giggle at any dick that looks your way and this is what happens.” he leans down, teeth grazing your neck. “i fuck the stupid right out of you till you remember who this hole belongs to.”
he yanks your hair, forces your head back so you’re looking up at him—eyes dark, angry, possessive. “say it. say you’re a brainless little slut who can’t tell flirting from kindness.”
“i’m—i’m a brainless slut,” you gasp, voice cracking, tears smearing. “can’t tell—fuck—only you get to fuck me like this—”
“damn right.” he grinds in deep circles, stirring your guts until your legs shake. his thumb finds your clit, rubs rough fast circles that make you sob. “gonna cum in this greedy pussy so you feel me leaking out all day. reminder.”
you clench hard around him, screaming as you come undone, gushing slick down his shaft. he doesn’t slow—keeps pounding through your spasms until he groans low, buries himself balls deep and floods you with hot thick spurts.
he stays plugged inside after, heavy and softening, breathing hard against your jaw.
“next time someone smiles at you,” he mutters, “you’re gonna feel this sore pussy and remember only i get to wreck it. got it?”
♯ megumi fushiguro x reader (college au!)
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the soft glow of your phone lit the room as you lay sprawled across the bed, one leg bent beneath the blankets while your thumb mindlessly flicked from one post to the next. you’d barely register anything you’d looked at in the last 20 minutes, your thoughts drifting elsewhere every few seconds. to him.
megumi had only been gone a few days, called away on an extensive mission that had kept him out longer than either of you had expected. you were used to missions, they came with the territory, but that didn't make the apartment feel any less empty while he was away.
the quiet click of the bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up immediately.
a little paler than when he'd left, megumi stepped inside, looking every bit as worn out as you expected. his uniform was wrinkled, his hair a mess, and the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. even standing in the doorway, he looked like he was running on whatever little energy he had left, the tension evident in the slow rise and fall of his breathing.
a smile found your lips before you could stop it, greeting softly, "hey, gumi..”
he lingered by the door for a moment, eyes finding you almost immediately. "hey," his voice was quieter than usual.
for a split second, something softened in them. there was a flicker of need, small enough that anyone else would've missed it. it vanished just as quickly, hidden beneath his usual calm expression. the moment passed almost as quickly as it came.
“..i’m gonna change,” he murmured.
you nodded. “take your time.”
a minute later, he stepped back into the room wearing a loose black shirt and sweatpants. his damp hair clung slightly around his forehead, evidence he'd at least splashed some water on his face before changing. he tossed the crumpled uniform over the back of a chair before making his way toward the bed.
he looked more comfortable. still exhausted. the mattress dipped as he sat beside you.
you smiled to yourself, resisting the urge to immediately throw your arms around him. you’d missed him more than you cared to admit, but one look at him told you he probably needed a second to simply breathe. so you let him, your attention drifting back to your phone.
a few quiet moments passed. then you felt yourself slide ever so slightly across the mattress. you frowned.
another gentle tug. looking down, you found megumi’s hand resting against your waist, fingers hooked in the fabric of your shirt. he wasn't pulling very hard, just enough to coax you closer to him.
there wasn't any urgency behind it either. he wasn't trying to drag you over, just patiently encouraging you, inch by inch.
you blinked at him.
"what’re you doing?"
he stayed quiet.
instead, he gave your side another small tug.
"gumi?"
only then did he look at you. the exhaustion lingering in his eyes somehow made them softer, less guarded than usual. "..c’mere.”
you giggled quietly. "i am here."
a tiny sigh escaped him, one that sounded almost amused despite how tired he was. he shook his head once. "..no."
his gaze dropped to his lap before lifting back to yours. "here."
realization dawned on your face. "..oh."
a grin spread across your lips. “you've been trying to pull me onto your lap?"
the faintest hint of color dusted his ears. "..maybe."
"you know," you teased, setting your phone on the nightstand, "you could've just asked."
"i did."
"barely."
“you gonna sit or not?”
despite your teasing, you shifted over without another word, carefully settling onto his lap.
the moment your weight rested against him, his hands instinctively found your waist, adjusting you just enough so you were comfortable before letting out a slow, tired breath.
his shoulders noticeably sagged. like he'd been holding himself together all day and had finally been given permission to stop.
a quiet breath escaped him as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes slipping shut.
"there," you murmured, slipping your fingers into his hair. "better?"
"much."
his hands ran up and down your sides, absentminded and comforting. it had only been a few days, but now that he was here, you realized just how much you'd missed touching him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, knowing he was safe.
"missed you," he admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“i missed you too."
the room fell quiet again.
you couldn’t help but lean down and give him a quick kiss despite the silence. he answered with another, lips parting slightly before pulling back. his palms slid around your waist, fingers spreading wide as they traveled down to grip your hips.
"your skin feels good," megumi said against your mouth. "missed touching you."
“yeah? thought of you every night, gumi. wanted you home so bad..”
another short kiss. then a longer one where his tongue brushed yours briefly. his hands moved again, one staying at your hip while the other slipped higher under your shirt, tracing the curve of your side.
you shifted and he pushed the fabric higher, exposing more skin as his fingers trailed up to brush the underside of your breasts. the slight friction sent a small jolt down his spine.
"shiiit.. right there, pretty," he breathed when you started rocking your hips slowly. the thin cotton of your panties rubbed against the front of his sweatpants, and he could feel himself hardening beneath you. "yeah, keep doin’ that.. feels too good."
you ground down again, a little firmer this time, and megumi groaned softly into the next kiss. short pecks alternated with deeper ones as his hands roamed freely, squeezing your hips, sliding back to your ass, cupping your chest through the loose shirt.
"god, you're so soft," he groaned into the kiss, his hand shifting to give your ass a gentle, playful smack. the sound echoed in the quiet room, making you gasp, which only seemed to encourage him. he smacked you again, a bit firmer this time, before kneading your backside like he was trying to mold you to his body.
"you’re getting hard already," you giggled between kisses.
the sensation of your panties against his sweatpants was agonizingly perfect. you could feel the thick, hard length of his dick pulsing beneath the fabric, straining against the waistband of his sweatpants.
"can’t help it," he replied, voice a bit rougher now. "not when you're moving like that on my dick."
his thumbs circled your nipples through the fabric while his other hand dipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of your panties before returning to your waist. another grind made him twitch, and he pulled you closer for a messy kiss, tongues meeting briefly.
"don’t stop," megumi urged. "wanna feel you like this.. all of you."
you ground down harder, a slow, circular motion that had him arching his back, a low moan escaping his throat. his hands flew back down to your ass, gripping you tightly and pulling you flush against his erection. you rolled your hips once more, the friction building steadily against his growing erection. he nipped at your bottom lip, hands never still, sliding around your back, lifting your shirt again to run his palms up your sides and over your chest.
"love how you feel on me," he said quietly. "grinding on my dick ‘nd shit.. keep going."
short kisses punctuated every movement, turning into longer, hungrier ones as you continued the slow rhythm. his hands stayed busy, gripping, stroking, occasionally pushing the shirt higher so he could touch more of your bare skin.
"tired as hell but i really can’t get enough of you," megumi muttered against your lips, giving your ass another sharp smack, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your bodies rocking in sync. his name slipped from your lips in a breathless gasp, earning nothing more than an amused purse of his lips.
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ever since starting onlyfans, you’ve gotten an influx of DMs and requests to collab, but you always pushed it to the side. too anxious to fuck someone on camera.
that’s when toji came in. he’s experienced and was doing porn the classic way until he learned he could do it on his own terms with onlyfans, and that’s exactly what he did.
within two weeks of moving to it, he was rapidly growing, everyone loving the way he stroked his dick and talked to the camera while doing it.
“yeah, you like this, don’t you? dirty slut watching an old man stroke his dick on camera, you should be ashamed.”
then the usual collabs with hot models, something he became known for.
when he got wind of a pretty girl doing solo content, he wanted in on it; he wanted to be your first collab, and after months of you sitting on it, you finally agreed.
once he got his hands on you, you froze and stiffened, and he found that so endearing it got his dick hard.
“just relax for me; i'm not going to hurt you… unless you want me to.”
no time is wasted for him to get handsy with you, sliding a hand in between your thighs, getting a feel for how wet you are, two of his fingers already coated, his other hand on your waist keeping you in place, making sure you don’t run off.
he has two cameras, one focused on your face to pick up your reactions and any sounds you make that the second camera can’t pick up, and the second camera is focused on both your bodies.
toji keeps warming you up for five minutes, getting you used to his hands on you and wanting you to be focused on him and not the cameras.
it works, and you calm down, relaxing in his grasp, letting your body go limp and feeling the pleasure pulse throughout.
both cameras are picking up just how wet you are.
after listening to how loud you are, he finally starts sliding in, letting your wetness coat his tip first, groaning and putting his face into your neck to calm down, not wanting to cum.
reaching on the nightstand to dim the lights, wanting to focus in on your body and wanting you to focus on him and not the cameras, your eyes occasionally darting to the cameras, he doesn’t want that.
what he wants in this moment while his dick is slowly sliding into you is your body clinging to him.
“there you go, breathe.”
mumbling into your neck while he starts his strokes, rolling his hips, listening to every little sound that you make, your hands on his back, your nails already digging deep into his skin.
moaning and arching your back, your feet twitching from intense pleasure, drool coming out the sides of your mouth, the camera focused in on you, but you don’t even care anymore; he’s fucking you so good your thighs and legs are going numb.
your cries bouncing off the walls, both cameras picking it up, toji doing deeper strokes just to feel you tremble beneath him, finishing inside of you to the thought of the comments he's going to get about you.
megumi wasn't the submissive type, no. not at all in any way.
but when you're mad at him?
"ugh, work was so stressful today." you huff, practically throwing yourself onto the harder mattress. megumi looks up from his phone, for a second. before his gaze turns back towards his screen.
you've been out all day.
but he didn't even acknowledge you?
"megumi?" you say irritatedly.
his head snaps back towards you, at his full name. he's used to 'gumi.' or 'megs.' but, it was his full name for once.
"...yeah?" he turns off his phone completely, setting it down onto the nightstand. turning his attention solely on you. "ignoring me?" he shakes his head immediately. "what? no, what makes you think that."
"uh huh." you say, voice clear with sarcasm. "i texted you, what— ten times!?" megumi falls quiet, because the tone of your voice. did you really text him ten times?
"my phone is on silent." he says simply, "that's what you fucking think of me?" you snap back, laying onto your back, rather than facing megumi. "i'm sorry baby, no i was just tryna—"
"save it." megumi falls silent at that, as asked through he could feel the growing erection in his pants. he shifts uncomfortably under the cover. forcing out a cough to ease the silence.
you turn on your phone, a sigh escaping your lips. while megumi continues on to shift uncomfortably. trying to distract himself, from the racing thoughts he has in his mind right now. you're angry at him. why is he thinking like this?
"i'm going into the kitchen." you say simply, before standing up from the mattress and walking out of the bedroom. megumi quickly jumps out of bed also, scattering to follow you like a lost puppy.
"i'm sorry baby." you roll your eyes, dismissing his apology completely. you open the pantry grabbing a small snack. still megumi doesn't leave.
"leave me the fuck alone." but he didn't, if anything he felt the throb in his pants. fuck he was hard from what—you being pissed off at him? or is it your tone of voice.
so, megumi does something he'd never believe he'd ever do, his kneels buckle before he kneels down in front of you, resting his chin onto the plush of your stomach, "forgive me baby."
you freeze, looking down at him. since when has your boyfriend become submissive?
he wraps his arms around your lower body, "hit me, yell at me. do whatever it takes for you to feel better." that catches you off guard, this doesn't even sound like the megumi you know.
"you're into that? you're usually doing it to me." you chuckle. running a hand through his soft strands, he leans into your touch like a touch starved cat, "mhm. don't be gentle with me."
"just how submissive are you feeling right now?" he paused, to think for a moment. eyes closing at your soft touch, "i've never really felt like this before... do whatever you want to me."
you slap his cheek lightly, not hard enough to snap his head to the side. just a light warning, he could feel his dick twitching just from your touch, holding back a moan, especially your irritation. "gumi..."
his head immediately snaps back up, at his usual nickname "yeah?" he questions softly, his voice thin. "are you fucking hard right now?" he goes silent, before his head bobs involuntarily.
his hands brush against your legs, you pull his head back by his hair. "y'know, i've always wanted to peg you." that completely caught him off guard.
"what...?"
authors note: i'm tagging this as smut, because part two will be smut. pls don't get me.
TWO BIG BOYS?! sukuna x fem! reader x fushiguro toji
synopsis: you are neglected by your husband during your romantic weekend, luckily Toji and Sukuna are there to satisfy you. (part 1 - part 2 - part 3)
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), cheating, size kink, threesome, unprotected sex, Toji & Sukuna have big cocks, slight jealousy, swallowing cum, disgusting sex, dick addict, squirting, creampie, tears, handjob, blowjob, deepthroat, threesome kiss, overstimulation, drunk reader, reader is older than sukuna & toji, sukuna has piercings.
a/n: day 12 of kinkober! thanks youuu 💞💞 you appreciate it so much im so happy guys<3
words: 11460.
You had managed to convince your husband to take a weekend at the beach. You had hoped that this break together would finally bring you closer after complicated months filled with distance. But since leaving, he had been tapping away at his phone, looking preoccupied, his gaze elsewhere.
Arriving at the hotel, you tried to pull the suitcase from the trunk, which was far too heavy for you. You sighed, glancing at your husband, still absorbed in the bright screen. He didn't react.
"Need help, ma'am?" A deep, warm voice startled you. You turned around abruptly.
Two immense figures loomed behind you. Men at least 6'3" tall, broad-shouldered, intimidatingly muscular. One had dark hair and a thin scar at the corner of his lip, which only accentuated his features. The other has pink hair with red highlights, tattoos covering his muscular body, piercings, and above all, piercing crimson eyes.
"Do you like what you see?" the tattooed man says with a sly, almost insolent smile. "Stop it, man. You're making her uncomfortable..." the other chimes in, his softer gaze fixed on yours.
You stammer a thank you, but your words die in your throat. The tattooed man steps forward, grabs the suitcase with one hand, and lifts it as if it weighed nothing. He gently places it on the ground, all the while fixing you with a look laden with innuendo.
"There. No need to thank me, ma'am." His smile widens, genuine, but terribly innocent. In the sweltering heat, you feel your light dress sticking to your skin.
You chose this outfit to capture your husband's attention, if only for a moment. Cruel irony: these are two strangers who, with a single glance, seem to have seen more of you than he has in months.
You cover your neckline with a nervous gesture. "Thanks for the help. You can go now." But neither of them move. The tattooed man tilts his head, his smile turning into an unabashed provocation. "Are you sure you want us to leave? It's like you're carrying all the load... while the mister is too busy."
His tone is insolent, but every word rings painfully true. You feel your cheeks flush, and not just with embarrassment.
The dark-haired man with the scar takes a step forward, as if to temper your concern. "We didn't mean to disturb you. We're here for the weekend too. Maybe we'll run into each other again..." His eyes don't leave yours, and a shiver runs through you that you can't explain.
"Everything okay?" " your husband interjects, finally looking up from his screen, looking distracted. You nod quickly, too quickly. When you look back at the two men, the tattooed one gives you a cheeky wink, and the other a discreet but equally disturbing smile.
Huling your suitcase into the room, you close the door behind you, a little too quickly, as if to erase the two silhouettes still imprinted on your mind. You don't even know their first names, but their gazes are already haunting you.
Your husband collapses directly onto the bed, phone still in hand. "I have a few emails to finish... afterward, maybe we'll go for a walk."
"Maybe." His favorite word at the moment.
You sigh and walk out to the balcony. The view overlooks the hotel pool. The laughter, the raised voices, the water sparkling in the setting sun... a cruel contrast to the icy atmosphere of your room, and then you see them.
Downstairs, near the outdoor bar. The dark-haired man, wearing a simple dark T-shirt that clings to his broad shoulders, a drink in hand, and the one with pink hair, shirtless, tattoos exposed, casually sitting on a lounge chair, his red eyes scanning the crowd, hoping to see something.
You look away immediately, your heart beating faster, but it's too late. You know he's seen you. You can almost feel his smile, even without looking.
A little later, you insist on going down to dinner at the hotel restaurant. Your husband agrees, but his phone remains lying next to his plate. It took you a while to choose your dress. Too short? Too revealing? You had promised yourself you would seduce your husband, but in a corner of your mind, another, more dangerous thought had crept in. What if they saw you?
As if to answer your silent desire, they enter. Sukuna and Toji. They don't try to be discreet. Sukuna walks first, his gaze confident, a smirk hanging on his pierced lips. Toji follows, calmer, but his eyes find you almost immediately. You lower your head, but you feel their gaze pressing on you.
Your husband, absorbed in a notification, notices nothing. A moment later, a deep voice rises behind you. "Good evening..." You freeze. Sukuna is standing at your table, Toji at his side, slightly set back. "We'll see each other again." His smile is almost insolent, but his eyes shine with a dangerous interest.
Your husband barely looks up. "Any friends of yours?" You shakes your head. "No... we just ran into each other earlier, they helped me."
"We're staying here too," adds Toji, his voice softer. "We hope you're enjoying your stay." You sense the indecent implication, but your husband ignores it.
You feel your body react in spite of yourself. Sukuna leans slightly towards you, close enough that your absorbed husband can't see anything, but you can feel his warm breath against your ear. "You're even more beautiful sitting here than in the sun."
A shiver runs through you. You hold your breath, your gaze lost on your husband's bright screen... so blind, so deaf to what's playing right next to him. You understand that you've just crossed an invisible boundary: you don't push it back.
Your husband finally looks up from his phone, looking vaguely sociable, as if he's only just noticed their imposing stature. "Are you staying here too? You can join us if you like."
Your heart sinks. You want to protest, make up an excuse, but the one with the tattoos already cracks a predatory smile.
"With pleasure. Besides, we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Sukuna and the other one is Toji."
In an instant, the seats are taken. Toji sits on your right, Sukuna on your left. You find yourself literally framed by their massive shoulders, their different but equally intoxicating scents. Your husband, meanwhile, resumes his conversation with his phone screen, at the other end of the table, as if nothing were unusual.
Toji rests his powerful forearms on the table, his fingers almost brushing your bare arm. "So, how many days are you staying?" His deep voice has an unexpected warmth, almost soothing, that contrasts with the electricity he gives off.
“Only two nights,” your husband replies distractedly. “My wife wanted a change of scenery.”
Sukuna stifles a chuckle. He leans toward you, his hand casually resting on the back of your chair, close enough for his fingers to brush through your hair.
“I understand. A change of scenery… it feels good. Especially when you need to feel… noticed.” His red eyes slide slowly over you, lingering just long enough on your cleavage for your stomach to knot.
You clear your throat nervously and grab your drink to occupy your hands. Toji leans slightly toward you, his body heat almost palpable. “Do you like the beach? I could show you a quiet spot in the morning. No tourists, just the sea and the silence.”
His gaze locks with yours. There’s nothing innocent about his offer. Your husband, without looking up, replies, “Oh, that might be nice for her.” Me, I have a couple of things to take care of."
Your stomach tightens even more. This weekend was supposed to be for the two of you, reconnecting after weeks of silence and routine. Your heart hurts terribly.
Sukuna straightens, amused, and pours himself a glass of wine, which he nonchalantly lifts. "Then it's settled. Tomorrow morning, she's ours." You swallow hard, wondering how you ended up in this situation. Toji places a heavy but gentle hand on your knee under the table, as if to calm your flinch, his fingers pausing just long enough to acknowledge his presence.
Your husband laughs at a notification on his phone. And you feel trapped between two men who seem to have already decided your role for this weekend.
The waiters set down the starters. When did the two of them order? You don't know, but colorful, appetizing plates appear on your table, but you already have no appetite. Your throat is dry, your senses heightened. You're stuck between Sukuna and Toji, and each of them seems to be playing their own part to unsettle you.
Toji is more discreet. He engages your husband in conversation, a few banal sentences about the weather and the nearby beaches. But under the table, his knees brush yours, his fingers sometimes resting on the wood right next to your hand.
His warmth is constant, subtle, but impossible to ignore. Sukuna, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He doesn't even try to hide his intentions. He leans towards you every time he speaks, his lips almost against your ear. "You hardly ever touch your plate, princess."
You hold your breath; your husband doesn't notice. "I'm the one who ruined your appetite, right? Or do you prefer other things?" His smile is sly, provocative, and his red eyes shine with a dangerous glint.
You try to answer, but your voice chokes. So you take a piece of bread, as if to divert attention. Sukuna lets out a low, low laugh, satisfied that he already has the advantage. Toji, no doubt sensing your discomfort, offers you a slight respite. "Do you live far from here?" he asks, his eyes searching yours with unexpected gentleness.
"We live about two hours from here..." you answer automatically, all too aware of Sukuna, who, innocently, he placed his hand on the back of your chair. His fingers slide slowly, imperceptibly, until they brush the base of your shoulder.
Your husband, focused on his phone, sees nothing. He even laughs at a message he receives, shaking his head, completely out of the moment. What could he possibly be doing with his phone while you're in front of him? Is he cheating on you? No, he certainly wouldn't do that.
The waiter interrupts your thoughts as he returns with the main courses. In the hustle and bustle, Sukuna takes advantage of your movement to move closer, his arm deliberately brushing your chest as he grabs his glass. His eyes never leave your face, waiting for your reaction.
You look away, but you feel your body tense under the burning attention. Under the table, Toji springs into action. His knee gently presses against your thigh, and he doesn't move away. His gesture is firm, deliberate, but surprisingly comforting, as if he's trying to steady you as Sukuna throws you off balance.
"So, how did you two meet?" Toji asks, sounding genuinely interested. You open your mouth, but your husband answers in a monotone, without looking up. "Oh, at college. Nothing very romantic."
Sukuna chuckles softly. "Too bad. A woman like you deserves a love story to match." He stares into yours with his red eyes, and you feel your stomach clench.
The wine flows, the food arrives, and the longer it goes on, the more unbearable the tension becomes. Sukuna leans towards you again, his lips so close that your ear heats under his breath. "You should smile more often. You look beautiful when you blush." His fingers brush briefly against your back, just enough to make you jump.
Your husband finally looks up. "Are you okay, darling? You're all red."
You nod quickly, murmuring a quick "I'm fine," and taking a sip of wine to hide your confusion. Toji takes this moment to whisper a word, just for you. "Don't worry. We're taking care of you." His fingers, under the table, lightly press your knee before moving away, leaving you burning inside.
The meal finally ends. You've barely eaten anything. Sukuna, amused, raises his glass to his lips, his eyes fixed on yours as if he's clinking glasses in silence with you alone. Toji pushes his chair back slightly, but his eyes remain fixed on you, intense, heavy with promise.
Your husband stands up, stretching his arms. "I'm going upstairs. I have some emails to finish." He turns to you. "Are you staying with them?" » Toji looks at you, then at your husband, and smiles. "She's staying with us. We'll get to know each other."
He settles for Toji's answer and walks off toward the elevator, without waiting for your reply. He clearly prefers his phone to you. You remain seated, sad and angry at your helplessness and your husband, your fingers clenched on your napkin. Sukuna stretches nonchalantly, his tattoos playing in the dim light of the restaurant.
"So, princess... are you coming for a drink with us?" he asks with that smirk that makes it seem like he's already won. Toji tilts his head toward you.
"Just one last drink. Afterward, we'll walk you home." His tone is gentle, almost protective, and yet his eyes shine with an intensity that contradicts his reassuring words.
Your heart is pounding so hard you can't say no. You nod. Anyway, you have nothing better to do. A few minutes later, you're seated at a table near the outdoor bar, the pool reflecting the hotel lights. The air is heavy, warm, and night has just fallen.
Sukuna orders a cocktail for you without even asking what you want. "A little sweet, a little strong. I'm sure you'll like it." As he pushes the glass towards you, his finger deliberately brushes yours.
Toji, for his part, maintains his calm posture, but his leg brushes yours under the table, steady, constant, like a silent reminder that he's there.
"You seem tense," he says in a low, almost gentle voice. You shake your head.
"No, I... I'm fine."
"You're shaking." His gaze drops to your hand, clenched around the glass. Then, without warning, he places his large hand on yours, covering your fingers with comforting warmth. You flinch, but you don't remove your hand. Sukuna laughs softly, a deep, almost mocking laugh.
"She's trying to convince herself, man. You can see she's dying to be noticed, can't you, darling?" His red eyes lock with yours, and you feel a wave of heat rush through you.
You want to protest, but the words stick. You raise your glass to your lips to escape, and Sukuna leans in immediately. His eyes fix on your mouth as you drink, his predatory smile stretching his pierced lips. You nearly choke.
Toji glances sideways at Sukuna and slips away a few inches closer to you, his voice low, intimate. "Ignore him. He likes to provoke." He pauses, his green eyes fixed on yours. "But he's right about one thing. You look beautiful tonight."
Your heart skips a beat. You look away, staring at the pool, but your reflection in the water betrays the red in your cheeks.
The waiter comes by to offer a second drink. Sukuna accepts immediately for you, despite your hesitation. "Let yourself go, princess. Your husband came upstairs, he left you alone. Enjoy yourself."
His words snap, cruel with truth. Toji, however, gently pulls you back to him. "You have nothing to fear. We're here." His knee presses more firmly against yours under the table, and you realize your legs haven't moved. You accept his presence, even welcome it.
The conversation unravels. Minutes pass. Sukuna bombards you with direct, sultry sentences, while Toji watches you, speaking quietly, as if trying to read what you're not saying. And you're stuck between the two, chatting with them until you lose all track of time.
When you finally stand up, slightly dizzy from the alcohol, Sukuna leaps upright and puts his hand around your waist to steady you. "We'll walk you out." You want to protest, but Toji is already standing, and their two imposing figures frame you again.
In the hotel lobby, the air conditioning sends shivers down your spine. Your footsteps echo, and you feel their proximity behind you. Sukuna, walking deliberately too close, his breath almost tickling your ear. Toji, calmer, his hand discreetly brushing the small of your back to guide you.
Arriving at your door, you turn around to say goodbye, but Sukuna approaches, his tattooed hand resting against the wall next to your head, almost preventing you from backing away. "Are you really going to spend the rest of your evening alone while we're here?" His voice is low, sensual, and dangerous.
Toji says nothing, but his deep, burning eyes remain fixed on you, waiting for your answer.
You feel your back almost pressed against the wall, Sukuna far too close, his predatory smile hanging on his pierced lips. The air is heavy, laden with a tension that makes it hard to breathe.
That's when Toji, in a low but calm tone, breaks the silence: "We're not going to let you back in like this... come have one last drink with us." You half open your mouth to protest, but he immediately adds, almost amused, "Ironically... our room is right there." And he points to the next door, a meter from yours.
Sukuna chuckles softly. "Fate is playful, eh?" His arm finally moves away from the wall and gently strokes your arm. "Come on, princess. Just one drink."
Toji places a heavy but reassuring hand on the small of your back, gently urging you forward. "You have nothing to fear. We don't bite..." His eyes shine with a light that tells you quite the opposite.
Before you even realize what you're doing, you find yourself in front of their door. Sukuna opens it with his keycard with a nonchalant gesture. The room is almost identical to yours: a large bed, large windows, a large mirror, but oddly enough, three seats and a balcony.
Sukuna lets you in first. "Honor to guests, and especially to women." Toji closes the door behind you, locks it, then slips his key into his pocket. "Sit down," Toji says, pointing to the armchair by the bed. His hand brushes the small of your back again, a touch both protective and possessive.
You sit down, nervous, your bag clutched to your chest. Sukuna pulls out three glasses and pours an amber whiskey. "Here. Nothing better to end the evening with." He sits down next to you in an armchair, his burning eyes fixed on you.
Toji sits on the other side, leaning slightly toward you. His proximity is different, less provocative, but more oppressive. Sukuna's tattooed fingers tap the rim of your glass as if waiting for you to give in. Toji lets his gestures do the talking: he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his knuckles brushing your cheek.
Your breath quickens. You take a sip, to steady yourself. Sukuna leans in immediately, his lips close to your ear: "Here... let yourself go." » His hand slides slowly over the armrest, then down, his fingers brushing your bare thigh through the light fabric of your dress.
Toji, slower, takes your free hand. His fingers grip it gently, firm but delicate. "If you want us to stop, say so," he murmurs. His eyes search yours, his thumb already tracing slow circles on your palm, it's almost intimate.
Between the two of them, your body becomes the playground of their silent game, and despite the fear, despite the reason screaming that your husband is a few meters away, you feel your resistance crack with every gesture, with every breath against your skin.
"You're... really too close," you breathe, your voice low, a nervous laugh on your lips. Sukuna laughs softly, his breath hot against your temple. "Too close? Or not close enough yet?" His tattooed fingers move more openly up your thigh. He's not even hiding anymore, his red eyes fixed on yours, waiting for your reaction.
Toji, sitting right next to you, observes you. His elbows rest on his knees, his massive torso leaning towards you. His green eyes slowly move down from your face to your cleavage, then to your crossed legs.
You swallow hard, gasping for air. "If my husband... finds out—" Toji interrupts you, his voice deep and low: "No one will know. Your husband is too busy on his phone anyway."
His hand comes up to cup your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Look at me," he whispers. You look up at him in spite of yourself. Sukuna takes advantage of this. His hand leaves your thigh to slide higher, slowly, dangerously.
"You are..." you stop, your cheeks burning. "...impossible." Toji smiles, almost tenderly. "Maybe. But you didn't tell us to stop." His hand moves down your throat, his thumb stroking the sensitive line just below your ear.
You grip the glass so tightly you're afraid you'll break it. "Stop..." But your voice isn't authoritative. It's trembling, soft, almost pleading. Sukuna knows it. Toji knows it too. You're caught between the two of you.
Toji's arm moves behind you, brushing against your bare shoulder. "Tell us to stop, and we'll stop. But look at you..." His mouth moves closer to your ear, his words sliding in like a caress. "You don't want us to stop, do you?"
Your breath hitches. You close your eyes for a second. When you open them again, Sukuna is even closer, his lips just a touch away. Toji grabs his own cup and takes a sip, looking at you.
"Aren't you drinking anymore?" His voice is deep, steady, with a smile that makes you blush without knowing why. "I've... had enough," you murmur unsteadily. Sukuna chuckles from beside you, his fingers still planted on your thigh, slowly moving up. "You're a terrible liar, princess. It's obvious you're still thirsty."
Before you can protest, Toji takes a quick sip of whiskey and leans in. He places a large hand on your chin, gently forcing your face towards his, then leans in closer, so close that his alcoholic breath mixes with yours.
You barely have time to open your eyes wide before he captures your lips. His kiss is firm, sure, but not harsh. You can taste the alcohol on his tongue, hot and sweet, and your instinct is to pull away. But Toji insists, locking you in the kiss, and you realize he's making you drink. The liquor slides from his mouth to yours, your stomach twists, your breath hitches.
You moan weakly against his lips, unable to fight it. And when he finally pulls back, a string of drool hangs between your mouths. "There," he breathes, his thumb still stroking your jaw. "I knew you were still thirsty."
Your body trembles. You want to speak, to protest, but Sukuna takes advantage. His deep laugh echoes in your ear as his hand has already crept higher under your dress, caressing the bare skin of your thigh.
Your breath hitches, you briefly close your eyes. "I... I shouldn't..." Sukuna leans in immediately, his lips brushing your temple. "But you're still doing it." His hand presses a little higher, almost dangerously so.
Toji stays close, his forehead almost against yours. His green eyes stare into yours, disturbingly sincere. "Say it if you want us to stop. Really say it and we'll stop."
But no words come out. Your silence is already an answer. Toji hasn't taken his eyes off you. His thumb slides along your lower lip and without warning, he returns to capture your lips. This time, without alcohol, just the raw heat of his tongue.
You lose yourself almost immediately. His kiss is deeper, more demanding. His tongue demands, dominates, and you don't have the strength to resist. Your hands tremble against the fabric of your seat, but you don't pull away.
You feel Sukuna's hand still too high on your thigh, but suddenly, his presence invades the other side of your face. His tattooed fingers hook around the back of your neck, and he leans in, his lips first brushing the corner of your mouth.
Toji continues to kiss you deeply, and Sukuna, with a predatory smile, asserts himself on the other side. His pierced tongue slips into the exchange, bold, intrusively skillful. The cold metal on his flesh makes you shiver.
You gasp against them both, trapped between his two tongues. You moan softly, a broken sound that makes them both smile.
"You're so cute, darling," Sukuna sneers, his lips still wet from yours. Toji groans in response and resumes kissing you, taunting Sukuna as you moan into the kiss. Then he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist, His thick fingers against the small of your back.
You manage to tear yourself away from his lips. Yours are swollen, wet, and your heart beats so fast it feels like it's going to burst from your chest. Sukuna takes advantage of this and slides his hand under your dress, moving up sharply, caressing your bare skin with provocative slowness. Each gesture is calculated to make you shudder.
You want to speak, but Toji stops you. His face moves closer to your neck and places kisses there. His massive hand slips to the base of your breast, his fingers subtly parting the fabric to reveal it a little more.
You stifle a moan, your hands clenching the fabric of the chair. Their caresses complement each other, leaving you trapped by two fires that consume you. Then, with a sudden movement, Sukuna straightens and grabs you firmly by the waist. You protest weakly, surprised: "Wait—"
"Shh, princess." "You're coming with us." He says with a smile, and effortlessly pulls you toward the bed, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Toji is already settled against the headboard, shirtless, legs spread.
Sukuna roughly pushes you against him, your back pressed against Toji's chest. You feel the warmth of his chest, his heavy breathing on your neck, his strong arms wrapping around you. He tucks you against him with a gesture, his hands wide open over your stomach and breast.
"Perfect," he murmurs against your ear, his deep voice vibrant. "Exactly where I want you. You're going to be a good girl for us, aren't you?"
You open your mouth to protest, but Sukuna has already slipped between your legs. His hands gently part your thighs, pushing your dress higher. His crimson gaze never leaves yours, sure of himself.
"Look at you, stuck between the two of us..." His voice is low, burning. "You've dreamed of this, admit it. Being stuck between two big men like us." His lips recapture yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing access to your mouth, while his hand slips between your legs, already pressing against the most sensitive spot through the thin fabric of your panties.
Your body arches, a moan escaping you despite yourself. Toji groans behind you, tightening his grip: his hand kneads your breast firmly, the other moves down to your stomach, keeping you open to Sukuna, who traces slow, precise circles against your clitoris.
Each caress, each pressure draws a new shiver from you. Your breath is already caught when Sukuna pulls away from your lips, a predatory smile stretching his mouth. He contemplates you for a moment, his red gaze shining with a mixture of desire and cruelty. "You're already soaked," he sneers, his fingers still pressing against your intimate area through the fabric. "And I haven't even started."
Before you can reply, he bends down, sliding his hands under your thighs, which he mercilessly spreads, forcing your legs wider. The dress is already ridden up, your panties slide off with a sharp gesture, making them disappear onto the floor.
You gasp. "Sukuna—"
But your cry is muffled by a moan when his mouth crushes against you. His tongue, both hot and cold from his piercing, plunges between your folds, tasting, licking, sucking with obscene avidity. Each lick is precise, deliberate, and the wet sound he makes echoes through the room.
Your body arches immediately, but Toji stops you from moving. Behind you, his strong arm locks your waist, and his free hand cups your breast, kneading it slowly, his thumb rubbing your hardened nipple through the fabric.
His face slides down your neck, his warm lips leaving a trail of wet kisses, all the way to your ear. His light stubble lightly scrapes your skin, drawing another shiver from you.
Sukuna lifts his head briefly, his mouth glistening with you. He sneers cheekily. "You taste even better than I imagined," then he dives back down, sucking on your clit with a force that draws a strangled cry from you.
You struggle weakly, but Toji tightens his grip and unzips the zipper of your dress. Your breasts are finally free, your hardened nipples teased by Toji. His mouth captures the curve of your jaw, then moves down to your shoulder, nibbling, sucking, leaving bright red marks.
Your moans are lost between the two of them, your body shaking with uncontrollable spasms. Sukuna's tongue redoubles its speed, crueler, more insistent. His hands spread your thighs even further, exposing you entirely to him. Your body trembles, your thighs no longer able to close despite the burning shame that invades you.
Sukuna's tongue draws uncontrollable moans from you, each precise movement pushing you deeper into guilty pleasure. Behind you, Toji doesn't let go. His arms encircle you like chains, his hot breath caressing your ear with each groan he lets out as he feels you move against him. His fingers play with Your sensitive nipples.
You feel a light pressure against your lower back, then an obvious hardness straining against the small of your back. His erection through the fabric is impossible to ignore.
Toji stifles a groan, his mouth capturing your ear. "Do you feel that?..." His deep voice vibrates against your skin, raspy, thick with desire. "You're the one doing this to me."
He shifts his hips slightly, rubbing his erection against you. Sukuna lifts his head for a moment, his lips glistening with moisture, a predatory smile plastered on his mouth. His tattooed fingers replace his tongue for a second, pressing your clitoris with calculated slowness, while he devours you with his gaze. "You want my fingers, princess, don't you?"
You nod, or maybe you shake, you don't know. Your whole body is on fire, your reason shattered. Toji groans behind you, his hands gripping your hips to press you further against the enormous bulge pulsing beneath his shorts. He leans down to your ear, his lips brushing your damp skin. "If you keep moving like that, I'll take you right here, right now."
You can't help but moan, excited, imagining yourself being fucked by Toji. Sukuna, laughing, immediately dives back between your thighs, his tongue sliding against you with even more ferocity. His tongue strikes right there, exactly on that burning spot, with sadistic precision. His mouth sucks you in hard, his tattooed fingers digging into your tender flesh, forcing your thighs apart roughly.
You cry out, your head thrown back against Toji's shoulder, your broken voice mingling with his hoarse grunts and Sukuna's muffled laughter. Your thighs close reflexively, but Sukuna keeps them apart, his tongue even crueler, pushing you to the edge.
Your body explodes in your stomach, violent, uncontrollable. Your muscles contract against Sukuna's mouth, and you arch your back so hard that Toji has to hold you in place, his hand on your stomach, his other squeezing your breast with possessive brutality.
"There..." Toji growls in your ear, his erection throbbing against your back. "Come. You look so pretty like this." You gasp, tears in your eyes, every nerve in your body on fire. But Sukuna doesn't stop.
On the contrary, his lips and tongue continue their torture on your hypersensitive clitoris. His tongue licks you with an avidity that makes you scream, your hands grip the sheets. "Sukuna- too-!"
"Too much?" " he sneers between licks, his voice vibrating against you. "Then why are you still cumming?" Your body tenses again, shaken by a second wave, almost more painful, because your pussy is burning, too sensitive. You sob with pleasure, unable to catch your breath, your spongy walls contracting repeatedly.
Toji, behind you, kisses your temple, your neck, then bites your shoulder, his hands moving down to your thighs to hold them open, offering you completely to Sukuna. His deep voice resonates against your skin: "Bear it, princess. You wanted to play with us, now you own up to it."
Your body spasms when Sukuna lifts his head slightly, his predatory smile shining through your blurred vision. You don't have time to catch your breath before he dives back in, even more cruel: his tongue plunges deep inside you, penetrating with obscene greed, while two of his tattooed fingers slide roughly against your clitoris, pressing it, rubbing it, playing on your heightened sensitivity.
Toji holds you pressed against his chest, his strong arm encircling your waist, preventing you from escaping the torture. His lips brush your ear, his deep grunts mingling with your moans: "You're so pretty when you moan..."
His pelvis moves behind you, and you feel the enormous hardness of his cock rubbing against your back again. You gasp, your heart racing. The thickness of his erection through the fabric is indecent, each pulse making you tremble even more.
Toji grabs your hand, clasps it in his, and guides it firmly back onto him. Your fingers touch his bulge. "Jerk me off," he orders in a raspy voice that won't tolerate any refusal. "Can you feel how hard I am for you?... Take care of me, my beauty."
Your hand trembles, but he wraps it around himself over the fabric, forcing you to caress him. At the same time, Sukuna gives you no respite. His tongue delves even deeper, replacing his fingers that are now spreading your flesh, opening you to him. He groans against you, his red eyes raised to your face contorted by pleasure, delighted to see you lost between them. His free fingers mistreat your clitoris, insisting without mercy, until your legs start to tremble madly.
"Fuck," Toji groans, his head thrown back as you stroke him through the fabric. "Keep going, princess... caressing me." His voice breaks into a rasp. Then, slowly, almost as if to prolong the suspense, he removes his shorts.
You freeze at the sight of his imposing, hard, veiny, and slightly curved cock, and his precum leaking from the head. You feel your stomach twist with both pleasure and nervousness.
Toji shifts to the side, leaving you freely between him and Sukuna. He adjusts his position on the bed, his torso against a pillow, his green gaze burning into you. "You can... touch," he murmurs, his voice low. "Show me what you can do."
Your hand trembles as you approach his shaft, your fingers first grazing the warm, taut skin. Toji groans, his hips shifting slightly to guide you, his arm pressing your back against him.
Sukuna, however, doesn't stop: his tongue and fingers give you no respite. Each lick of his tongue against your hypersensitive clit makes you arch your back, your fingers gripping his cock clumsily but determinedly. You feel every vein beneath your palm, every pulse burning through your hand and stomach.
Toji was already moaning, his breathing heavy and ragged. "Yes... just like that..." He gently nibbles at your shoulder, holding you perfectly still, forcing you to feel every inch of him.
His fingers slide into your hair to guide your face towards his. His lips meet yours in a heavy, hot, and pressing kiss. His tongue slides over, playing with yours, and his teeth gently nibble at your lip as his body moves against you, each pulse of his taut veins rubbing against your palm.
"Yes... keep going, my beauty..." he breathes, his voice raspy and low, his hands caressing your back, your hips, keeping your body perfectly pressed against his. He gives you no respite, forcing you to feel every inch of him.
Sukuna, down below, doesn't slow down either. His tongue dances voraciously over your clitoris, his tattooed fingers pressing every sensitive spot of your innermost being. You arch against Toji, unable to control your cries, your moans lost in the mix of wet sounds from the bedroom.
Your fingers tighten around Toji's thick cock the moment Sukuna decides to be merciless. His tongue pushes deep inside you, his fingers pressing your clitoris with devilish precision. Your thighs tremble violently, your stomach tightens, and you cry out into Toji's mouth as he kisses you again, your voice muffled by his tongue and possessive lips.
Your body suddenly arches violently, uncontrollable, and a hot jet escapes you despite yourself. Sukuna groans with satisfaction against you, receiving your juices, his lips wet with your uncontrolled orgasm. He takes your legs and places them on his broad shoulders. He continues to eat and drink you until your legs start to convulse and your toes curl, unable to stop.
Toji holds you firmly, his arm preventing you from fleeing the storm. His forehead presses against yours, his green eyes shining with pride and desire. His deep voice slips into your ear, "There you go, princess. Look at you... you squirted everywhere for us. You truly are a slut, my beauty." He kisses you again, more tender this time, nibbling your trembling lip. His hands caress your back, holding you against him as your entire body shakes with spasms.
"You're perfect..." he murmurs, groaning, his thumbs tracing small, soothing circles on your hips. Sukuna finally raises his head, a predatory smile smeared with your pleasure, and chuckles softly, "Fuck... you taste so good, sweetheart."
Toji cradles the back of your neck with a firm hand and forces your face up to him. "Now... you're going to take care of me properly, aren't you, baby?" He gently guides your hand, already wrapped around his cock, his hips moving slowly forward. His gaze doesn't leave you, a mixture of patience and demand.
But Sukuna soon straightens up too, the predatory smile stretching his lips, still shiny from your pleasure, which he lazily wipes with his thumb, then looks at him in frustration: "Hah... you've already enjoyed yourself enough, man."
His red eyes descend on you, burning. You feel the electricity between the two of them: a slight tension, of rivalry, but they seem strangely relaxed, almost amused to be competing for your attention, as if they knew you wouldn't be able to choose.
Toji grunts, a smirk on his face. "Ugh... always have to share, huh." He lies back on his side, his legs spread, his powerful chest pressed against the headboard, pulling you against him. "Come here, princess... start with me. Let him take his turn after."
Sukuna laughs softly, sitting next to Toji, legs spread, his hand already on his own cock, which he slowly strokes under your gaze. "You better not dawdle, doll... I don't have your patience."
You slowly raise your eyes to Toji, position yourself slowly in front of him, and place a light kiss on his glans, leaking precum, just enough to make him groan and tilt his head back. His hand immediately tightens in your hair, but you don't give in: you leave him frustrated, sliding your lips over his shaft without swallowing it, simply caressing it with your tongue.
"Tsss... don't play with me, princess..." he breathes, his deep voice trembling with impatience. Before giving in, you turn your head to Sukuna. His scarlet eyes shine with amusement, and you see his fingers already clenched around his thick cock, which he lazily strokes. You lean towards him, brushing the tip of your tongue against his hot skin, enough to hear him chuckle lowly.
"Hah... that pleases me much more," he sneers, his hand resting roughly on your cheek to force you to look at him. "Keep it up, doll."
But you refuse to choose. You alternate between slowly sucking on Toji's curved cock, deep enough to elicit a guttural groan from his chest, then pulling away from him with a string of saliva and moving toward Sukuna, sucking lightly without actually giving him what he wants.
Toji's fingers grip your hair tighter each time you spend too much time on Sukuna, while he grins like a satisfied demon, every muffled moan you draw from him serving to provoke his rival. "Look how she sucks me..." Sukuna breathes, his tone mocking.
Your thrusts become more assured, your lips glistening with saliva and their salty precum, and both men breathe harder, their muscles tense, their heated gazes fixed on you as if they might fight to keep you.
You feel like they're going to come soon. Your lips leave Sukuna with a lewd noise, and you slowly turn your head toward Toji and go to take care of him. He lets out a low moan, his head tilting back against the headboard. His hand digs into your hair, his fingers clenched, half-controlling your movements. "There... good girl... swallow me."
You swallow him slowly, your lips stretching around his width, your cheeks hollow, your tongue caressing the bulging veins. You breathe heavily, your eyes raised to his, and the guttural growl that emanates from his chest is your reward.
But you don't leave Sukuna alone. Your free hand reaches out to him, wrapping your fingers around his hot, wet cock. You try to jerk him off and suck Toji at the same time.
Toji tightens his grip on your hair, his thighs tense with tension. His cock thrusts roughly down your throat, stretching your mouth beyond what's reasonable. Your eyes immediately blur with tears, your eyelids fluttering as you choke on his length. Your nails dig into his thighs, yet your hand continues to pump Sukuna, refusing to let go.
"Here... take it all... babe, you're so cute." Toji breathes, his deep voice trembling with excitement. He holds your head firmly in place, preventing you from pulling back, and his hips roll slowly, forcing your throat to adjust to his size.
Your tears fall, your saliva dribbles down your chin, sliding down onto your chest. Your moans are muffled, swallowed by the hot, hard mass filling your throat, each thrust tearing uncontrolled spasms from your throat.
Sukuna watches the scene with a cruel smile. His swollen head slides into your wet palm, and he tightens your hand with a sharp gesture.
Toji moans louder, his abs trembling as he anchors himself in your throat. His entire body vibrates, torn between his iron control and the urge to surrender completely. "Look at me..." he commands, his fingers forcing your face to look up at him.
And you, your cheeks flushed, tears blurring your vision, you hold his gaze despite the burning in your throat. Your lips stretched, your hands busy, your breath ragged: you are taken, offered, swallowing everything he imposes on you.
Toji finally pulls your head back slightly, letting you suck in a scalding breath of air into your burning throat. Your lips are swollen, shiny with saliva, your cheeks glistening with tears and your running mascara.
A guttural growl emerges from his chest. He lowers his glistening cock and slaps it against your wet cheek, the obscene sound echoing through the room. Your cheek wet with your saliva and his precum. His green eyes stare at your panting, defeated face.
"Look at you... you filthy little thing..." he breathes, his deep voice thick with desire. Without waiting, he shoves his cock back into your mouth without warning, plunging his swollen rod deep into your already sensitive throat. You gasp again, your fingers clenched on his thighs, your misty eyes trying to look at him despite the intensity.
And with a deep groan, he comes. A hot stream spills down your throat, his cock throbbing on his tongue, each spurt forcing you to swallow or choke. His hands prevent you from pulling back, holding you firmly in place, and you have no choice but to take everything he gives.
You swallow in a mixture of panic and pleasure, your tears rolling freely down your cheeks. A trickle of cum escapes despite yourself, dripping down your chin. Toji moans at length, his eyes half-closed, his pelvis still pressed against your nose. "You look so beautiful swallowing my cum, my love."
Your lips tremble around him, your face glistening with saliva, tears, and cum. When he finally releases you, you gasp loudly, your half-open mouth still slightly filled with unswallowed cum, offering his eyes a lewd and deeply erotic sight.
Sukuna chuckles beside you, his fingers gripping his cock tighter at the sight of your soiled face. "Fuck... this is worthy of a porno."
Toji doesn't let you catch your breath for long. His strong fingers grasp your chin, forcing you to keep your mouth half-open. The hot cum that dripped onto your lips still glistened, and he scooped it up with his thumb before roughly smearing it on your cheek, then your swollen lips. His thumb pushed at your tongue, forcing you to keep your mouth full, dirty. You gasped through your nose, your misty gaze locked with his.
Toji chuckled softly at the state you were in: flushed cheeks, tears stuck to your eyelashes, a soiled chin. “Look how beautiful you are when you’re like this for me…” He rolled his still-sensitive head over your lower lip, spreading more of his essence, as if he wanted to mark every inch of your face.
Sukuna, who hadn’t stopped masturbating in your grip, his gaze shone with frustration. “You had your turn, Toji…” He squeezed your hand around his hard cock, forcing you to speed up. “It’s mine now. I want his mouth too.” »
He leans down, his breath hot against your ear, and whispers in a harsher voice, "Open for me, Mama. Toji can share a little, right?" Sukuna waits no longer: he grabs your jaw roughly and pushes his cock against your lips. His thick, hot cock penetrates you with a sharp thrust, and he tilts your head back with a throaty groan.
"There... finally..." he breathes, pleasure in his voice. His hips roll forcefully, forcing you to take him deeper, his rapid thrusts accompanying your movements, slapping against your mouth. "A mature woman's mouth is so good..."
Toji hasn't stayed behind; he positions himself behind you, and his expert fingers return to slide between your trembling thighs. He caresses your swollen, wet heat, pressing your sensitive bud with his thumb. You moan around Sukuna's length, your throat vibrating, drawing a moan of pleasure.
Toji leans over you and chuckles in your ear as he feels your reaction:
"You're so desperate, darling... I'll fix that." His fingers slide further, brushing against your other entrance, then his hands play with the curve of your ass. He massages, presses, stretches, as if to prepare you without warning. His grip on your hip prevents you from backing away, forcing you to remain firmly exposed between the two of you.
You find yourself smothered by Sukuna, who relentlessly fucks your face, and at the mercy of Toji's fingers, which alternate between deep caresses and pressure on your most intimate part. Their masculine moans mingle, heavy, impatient, trapping you in a spiral from which you have no escape.
The air is saturated with sweat, heat, and raw desire. Your senses are overwhelmed, your body pushed to its limits by the two of you dominating you with relentless intensity. Sukuna's red eyes stare at you, shining with a mixture of sadism and satisfaction, as if he savors every tear that rolls down your cheeks, every tremor of your body.
"You like it, huh, doll?" he breathes, his raspy voice vibrating against your skin. "You like being ours like this." He slows down for a moment, just enough for you to feel every inch of his thick cock slide over your tongue, before resuming a more brutal pace, his grunts echoing in the room. Your lips stretch painfully around him, your burning throat struggling to keep up with his frantic pace.
Behind you, Toji gives you no moment of respite. His fingers, expert and merciless, explore your sex with a precision that makes you lose your mind. He slowly slides one finger, then two, into your wet, tight heat, moving them in and out slowly, contrasting with Sukuna's brutality.
His thumb continues to tease your clitoris, alternating between light pressure and rapid circles, keeping you in a state of constant overstimulation. Your body trembles violently, unable to resist this double stimulation.
"You're so wet..." Toji whispers against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. "You're made for us, baby. Aren't you?" His fingers delve deeper, spreading your flesh with cruel gentleness, while his other hand kneads your ass, his nails digging into your ently in your skin.
He holds you firmly against him, your back pressed against his muscular chest, his erection, now hard again, rubbing against your hip. "You're going to come again for us, aren't you?" he adds, his voice low and authoritative.
You want to respond, to beg, to scream, but your mouth is full, your muffled moans mingling with the wet, obscene noises filling the room. Your body is wracked with spasms, your trembling thighs unable to close under Toji's grip.
Sukuna, sensing your unease, slows down for a moment to let you catch your breath. He withdraws his cock from your mouth with a wet noise, a trickle of saliva still connecting your lips to his swollen head.
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You look beautiful like this, Mama. All broken for us." » His thumb strokes your lower lip, smearing saliva and his own precum on your face.
Toji's hands slide over your hips to reposition you properly on all fours on the bed. Your body trembles, still shaken by the waves of pleasure that have overwhelmed you, but you don't have time to recover. Toji kneels behind you, his large hands spreading your ass cheeks with possessive firmness.
"Are you ready, princess?" he asks, but it's not really a question. His voice is thick with desire, and you feel his thick head brush against your soaked entrance.
You gasp, your hands gripping the sheets, your body already exhausted but unable to resist. "Toji..." you whisper, barely audible, your voice cracked with pleasure and fatigue.
He grunts in response, his head pushing slowly against you, stretching you with agonizing slowness. Every inch makes you moan, your body adapting to his imposing size. He pushes in gradually, filling you until you feel his hips pressing against your ass.
“Fuck… you’re so tight…” he grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.
He begins to move, slowly at first, letting your body adjust to him, then his thrusts become deeper, harder. Each thrust elicits a cry from you, your breasts swaying from the impact, your face buried in the sheets.
Sukuna moves closer, grabbing a handful of your hair to pull your face towards him. “Open your mouth, babe. You can do better than that.” Before you can protest, Sukuna guides his cock back to your lips.
Your mouth opens instinctively, and he pushes in with a satisfied grunt. His movements are slower this time, but just as demanding, synchronized with Toji's thrusts. You're caught between them, your body rocked by their opposing rhythms, each sensation amplifying the other.
Toji grunts behind you, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you know he'll leave marks. "You're ours now, Mama... You're going to have the shape of our dicks inside you, my dear," he breathes, his raspy voice vibrating with possessiveness.
His thrusts accelerate, hitting a precise spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your moans are muffled by Sukuna, who tightens his grip on your hair, forcing you to take him deeper.
"Come on, Mama," Sukuna murmurs, his tone both mocking and encouraging. "Show us what a good girl you are." His hips move faster, his grunts becoming more erratic. You can feel him close, as can Toji, whose movements are becoming more disordered, more desperate.
Your body is on the verge of collapse, overwhelmed by pleasure and exhaustion. Each thrust from Toji pushes you further, each intrusion from Sukuna suffocates you more, and yet you don't want it to stop. Your stomach tightens again, a new wave of pleasure threatening to engulf you. Your cries are incoherent, muffled, your body wracked by uncontrollable spasms.
Sukuna is the first to break. With a guttural grunt, he pulls away from your mouth, his fist tightening around his cock. A hot jet splashes onto your face, sliding across your cheeks, your lips, your chin.
He moans loudly, his glowing gaze fixed on you, as if he wants to etch this image into his memory. “Fuck… you’re perfect like this,” he breathes, wiping a drop of his cum from your cheek and spreading it with his thumb.
Toji, feeling your body tense around him, is quick to follow. His thrusts become brutal, disordered, and with a deep groan, he releases himself inside you, his hot cum filling your core. His hands squeeze your hips until it hurts, his body shaking against yours as he comes, his breath ragged on your neck. “Good… girl…” he pants, his lips brushing against your sweat-drenched skin.
You collapse onto the bed, panting, your body shaking all over, glistening with sweat, saliva, and their cum. Your cheeks are burning, your lips swollen, your mind foggy with the intensity of what’s happening.
Toji and Sukuna collapse in turn, each on either side of you, their heavy breathing filling the room.
Toji wraps a possessive arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, his breathing still uneven. "You're perfect. To think your incapable husband didn't notice," he murmurs, with a satisfied smile.
The air in the room is heavy, saturated with the smell of sweat, of sex. Your body is still trembling, every muscle exhausted, every nerve raw after the intensity of what Toji and Sukuna have done to you. You lie between them, your breathing erratic, your mind floating in a fog where guilt, desire, and shame mingle in an indecipherable swirl.
Toji gets up, goes to the minibar to get two bottles of water, then grabs a box of tissues and tosses it to Sukuna. He gently wipes your cum-covered face, a smirk on his lips.
Sukuna's voice, raspy and mocking, breaks the silence. "You look completely broken, doll. And yet... you still want some, don't you, darling?" he says, throwing away the tissue.
His fingers return to your crotch and lazily slide over your hypersensitive skin, tracing slow circles around your swollen clitoris. You flinch, a muffled moan escaping you, but your body, despite its exhaustion, responds. Sukuna sneers, his red eyes shining with a cruel glint. "Look at that, Toji. She's still ready for us."
Toji, pressed against your back again, growls softly, his possessive hand caressing the curve of your hip. “You’re insatiable, princess,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your neck, where the skin is still marked by his bites. His voice is softer than Sukuna’s, but just as thick with desire. “You want to keep going, right? Say it.”
You shake your head, or at least you try. Words fail you, your throat is dry, and your mind is too foggy to form a coherent response. Guilt gnaws at you; your husband is right next door, in the next room, probably still engrossed in his phone, oblivious to what’s happening.
Sukuna, impatient, pushes himself up on one elbow, his tattooed chest gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom. He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Come on, Mama, stop pretending.
You loved every second, and you know it.” His voice is low, provocative, and his lips stretch into a predatory smile. He leans closer, his breath hot against your mouth, and whispers, "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
You swallow hard, your cheeks burning. Your body betrays you, your thighs instinctively tightening as his fingers continue to play with you, brushing against your still-damp innermost core. Toji, sensing your unease, tightens his grip on your waist, his erection, now hard again, pressing against your back. "Say it," he insists, his voice deep and authoritative. "Tell us what you want."
You close your eyes, trying to regain control, but it's no use. Their presence is too overwhelming, their desire too palpable. "I... I don't know," you finally whisper, your voice trembling, almost inaudible. But it's enough for them. Sukuna lets out a deep, satisfied laugh, while Toji groans softly, his lips capturing your neck again.
"Oh, you know that," Sukuna sneers, his fingers sliding more firmly between your legs, slowly pushing into you. You moan, your body arching despite yourself, and he adds mockingly, "Look how wet you are for us. Your body speaks for itself."
Toji, behind you, loosens his grip slightly to reposition you. In one fluid movement, he flips you onto your back, laying you on the bed, your body exposed between them. His green eyes devour you, sliding over your bare breasts, your stomach still shaking with spasms, and lower, where Sukuna continues to play with you.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his hand caressing your stomach before slowly moving down to your thighs, which he gently spreads. Sukuna, still kneeling between your legs, removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, licking them with provocative slowness.
"So sweet," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, without warning, he leans down again, his tongue resuming its assault on your clitoris, but this time, it's slower, more deliberate, as if he wants to prolong your torture.
"Please..." you whisper, not even knowing what you're asking for. A break? More? The two men exchange a glance, a knowing smile passing between them, as if they're sharing a secret you'll never understand.
Sukuna straightens, his face glistening with your pleasure, and grabs your hips to pull you towards him. "You want more, huh?" His voice is raspy, his eyes shining with an insatiable hunger. Without waiting for your answer, he positions himself between your legs, his thick head brushing against your entrance. "Tell me you want it, babe."
You shake your head, but your body betrays you again, your hips lifting slightly toward him. Toji chuckles softly, his hand sliding into your hair to force you to look at him. "Go ahead, tell him. Or I'll do it for you."
The words catch in your throat, but Sukuna doesn't give you time to think. In one fluid motion, he pushes into you, stretching you with a deliberate slowness that makes you moan loudly. Every inch fills you, burns you, and your hands grip the sheets, searching for a foothold. "Fuck... you're perfect," he groans, his tattooed hands gripping your hips as he begins to move, slowly at first, then with increasing force.
Toji moves behind you and brings you close to Sukuna, then turns your head to kiss you, his tongue invading your mouth with a possessiveness that takes your breath away. His fingers tease your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples, amplifying every sensation. "You're ours," he murmurs against your lips, his deep voice vibrating throughout your body.
Sukuna speeds up, his thrusts becoming rougher, deeper, each impact making you lose more control. Your moans turn into screams, muffled by Toji's lips, who doesn't let go. You're caught between them, their relentless rhythm driving you into a spiral of guilty pleasure.
Sukuna groans, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you know he'll leave marks. "Look how good you're made for me," he says, his red eyes fixed on you, shining with perverse satisfaction. "You were made to take my cock, doll."
Toji, feeling your body tremble under the assault, slides a hand between your legs, his fingers joining Sukuna's rhythm to press your clitoris. The double stimulation is too much, far too much. Your body arches violently, a heart-rending cry escapes you, and a new wave of pleasure engulfs you, even more powerful than the previous ones. Your muscles contract around Sukuna, who groans loudly, his movements becoming erratic.
"Fuck..." he breathes, his hips slamming against you one last time before he releases, his hot cum mixing with Toji's, filling you again. He stays inside you for a moment, his breath ragged, before slowly withdrawing, a satisfied smile on his lips.
Toji, still at your side, gently caresses your face, wiping away a tear that has rolled down your cheek. “You were perfect, princess,” he murmurs, his voice softer, almost tender. But his eyes still shine with that raw desire, and you know he’s not done with you yet.
Sukuna collapses beside you, his chest heaving rapidly, a low laugh escaping his throat. “Crazy,” he says, his mocking tone barely masking the satisfaction in his voice.
You’re unable to respond, your body exhausted, your mind lost in a fog of sensations. You realize, with a pang of panic, that the door to their room is only a few feet from the one where your husband is probably sleeping. Guilt hits you hard, but it’s quickly swept away by Toji’s hand, gently caressing your stomach, and Sukuna’s, sliding lazily up your thigh.
Your body is still trembling, lying between Toji and Sukuna, you're overcome by a mixture of conflicting sensations: the euphoria of pleasure, the burning pang of guilt, and a strange, empty feeling tightening in your chest. Reality hits you abruptly. Your husband. The thought that he might have heard or been looking for you chills your blood.
"I... I have to go," you whisper, your voice weak, barely audible, broken by exhaustion and growing panic. You sit up awkwardly, your wobbly legs almost refusing to carry you. Your hands fumble for your crumpled dress, abandoned on the floor, in a desperate effort to regain control.
Sukuna, lying on his side, one arm behind his head, looks at you with a lazy smile, his red eyes sparkling with amusement. "Leave? Already?" His voice is mocking, almost provocative. He straightens slightly, his tattooed chest glistening with sweat in the dim light. "You look like you enjoyed that, doll. Why are you running away?"
Toji straightens too, more slowly, his green gaze fixed on you with an intensity that makes you shiver. "Calm down, princess," he says, his voice deep but strangely soothing. He places a heavy hand on your wrist, stopping you from picking up your dress. "You're not going anywhere like this. You're still all shaky and not even clean."
You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes, a mixture of shame and fear. "No, I really have to go. If my husband..." Your voice breaks, and you look away, unable to meet their gaze. "He might wake up. He might... I don't know. I can't stay."
Sukuna sneers, standing up gracefully and grabs your dress before you can take it and holds it out of your reach, a smirk tugging at his pierced lips. "Your husband? That guy who didn't even look up from his phone the entire dinner?" He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you really think he'll notice you're not here?"
His words hit you like a slap, not because they're cruel, but because they're painfully true. Your husband ignored you all day, leaving you alone with your thoughts, your doubts, and now, with these two men who have filled that void, even if it was in the most immoral way possible.
You look down, your cheeks burning, unable to respond.
Toji, gentler but just as authoritative, slides a hand into your hair, forcing you to lift your face to his. "Listen, princess. We know you're scared. It's normal. But you don't have to run right away." His fingers gently caress your cheek, contrasting with the firmness of his tone. "Stay a little longer. We'll take care of you."
You shake your head, harder this time, and free yourself from his grip. "No, I... I can't. It's too much." Your voice trembles, but you force yourself to stand, ignoring the weakness in your legs. You grab your dress from Sukuna, who hands it back to you with an amused smile, as if he knows you can't really escape them.
"Are you sure, babe?" he asks, leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. "Because your body says otherwise." His gaze slides over you, lingering on the red marks on your hips, the traces of their hands, their lips, their desire. "You can run, but you'll think about us all night."
You put on your dress hastily, your hands trembling, avoiding their gaze. Guilt overwhelms you, but there's something else, a lingering warmth, a treacherous desire that refuses to fade. You shake your head, as if to chase away these thoughts, and head for the door, your heart pounding.
Toji rises as well, imposing, and approaches slowly. He doesn't touch you, but his presence is so overwhelming that you freeze, your hand on the doorknob. "If you change your mind, you know where to find us," he murmurs, his voice low and raspy. He jerks his chin toward the door, a smirk playing on his lips. "We're right next door, princess."
Sukuna approaches too, more boldly, and slips a finger under your chin to force you to look at him. “You try to convince yourself you made a mistake, but we all know you loved every second of it.” He leans in, his lips brushing against yours without quite touching. “Come back when you’re tired of playing the good woman.”
You take a step back, panting, and open the door before you completely lose your resolve. “Good night,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, before rushing out. You close the door behind you, the slam echoing in the silence of the hallway.
In the dark hotel hallway, the cool air hits you like a slap, but it doesn’t calm the heat still pulsing through your body. You slip into your room, heart pounding, legs still weak. Your husband is there, lying on the bed, asleep, his phone resting on his chest, the screen still on. He hasn’t even noticed you’re gone.
You collapse onto a chair near the balcony, your hands trembling, your gaze lost in the darkness. Images of what just happened play over and over in your head: Toji's hands, Sukuna's tongue, their deep voices, their burning gazes. You press your thighs together, trying to ignore the lingering heat between your legs, but it's no use.
Guilt gnaws at you, but it's mixed with another sensation, more dangerous, more insidious. You realize, with terrifying clarity, that you don't regret what happened. Not really. And that thought terrifies you more than anything.
You stand up, unsteadily, and head to the bathroom to wash yourself, to erase their traces from your skin. But deep down, you know their imprints run much deeper than that. And as the hot water runs over your body, you close your eyes, unable to block out their faces, their voices, and their fucking big cocks.
