For Sukuna, it’s clearly his favorite time of the year.
He’s sitting on the small bench in the fitting room, legs spread wide, arms crossed over his broad chest. His red eyes follow your every movement with an almost animalistic intensity.
The cabin is narrow, the air already thick with tension. He insisted on coming in with you “so no one sees you when you open the door.” In reality, he simply refuses to let anyone else lay eyes on you in these outfits.
You turn slowly in front of the mirror, wearing the first pink bikini he picked out. The top is a tiny triangle that barely contains your breasts, and the bottom is a thong.
You shift slightly, making a little movement to test how the bra sits, then flash him a smile over your shoulder while arching your back to show off your pretty ass.
“Do you like this one, Kuna?”
Sukuna lets out a low, deep growl, jaw clenched. His cock hardens instantly in his pants, straining painfully against the fabric. He hates the idea of other men seeing you like this, but fuck, he loves seeing you wear it for him.
“Yeah… a lot, baby,” he replies in a low, rough voice, trying to keep his tone neutral. His red eyes slowly drag over your curves, lingering on your barely covered ass.
You laugh softly, a light, teasing sound, then start removing the pink bikini. Sukuna doesn’t take his eyes off you for even a second.
You slip into the second one: a bright orange-yellow bikini. It’s pretty much the same as the pink one, except the bottom is a string thong that leaves most of your ass exposed. The vivid color contrasts beautifully with your skin.
You turn to face the mirror, adjust the top slightly so your breasts sit properly, then slowly pivot to show him the result.
Sukuna stays silent for a few seconds. He just watches you, pupils dilated, breathing a little heavier. His cock is now fully hard, forming a very obvious bulge in his pants.
You make a small movement, arching your back to push your ass out, and throw him a playful look over your shoulder.
“What about this one?”
He stands up slowly, towering and imposing, and steps right behind you. His broad chest brushes against your bare back. One of his large hands slides onto your hip, the other goes straight to your ass, firmly grabbing the soft, round flesh.
“This one…” he growls against your ear, voice deep and thick with desire, “…makes me want to fuck you right here in this fitting room.”
His fingers slip under the thin string of the orange thong, tugging on it lightly before letting it snap softly against your skin.
“You know I hate the idea of anyone else seeing you like this,” he murmurs, nibbling on your earlobe. “But fuck… you look so beautiful. So mine.”
He presses his hard erection against your ass, making you feel just how affected he is. His free hand moves up to your breast, kneading it through the thin fabric of the top.
“Turn around,” he orders softly.
You obey. The moment you face him, he pins you against the cold mirror of the cabin. His lips crash onto yours in a possessive, hungry kiss. His tongue invades your mouth while his hands slide down to your ass, gripping and spreading your cheeks slightly.
He breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against your lips:
“Take it off. Right now.”
You smile, breathing hard.
“Here?”
“Yes. Here.”
His fingers are already sliding under the strings of the orange bikini, tugging at them impatiently.
“I want to see you naked. And then… I’m going to fuck you against this mirror so you remember who this body belongs to.”
He doesn’t even give you time to do it himself. His impatient fingers yank sharply on the strings of the orange bikini. The knot comes undone easily and the tiny piece of fabric falls to your feet, leaving you completely naked in front of him in the narrow cabin.
He takes a step back, red eyes burning, and shamelessly looks you up and down. His thick cock strains obscenely against his pants. “Fuck… look at you,” he growls, voice rough. “Naked just for me.”
He steps close again, pressing you against the cold mirror. The contrast between the icy glass on your back and the heat of his body against your front makes you shiver.
His large hands grab your ass, spreading your cheeks, and he presses his erection against your bare pussy.
“You feel how hard I am?” he murmurs against your mouth before kissing you fiercely. His tongue claims yours as he slowly grinds his thick cock against your soaked folds, spreading your arousal over the fabric of his pants.
You moan into his mouth, hands gripping his broad shoulders. He’s so big, so dominant in this tiny space.
Sukuna breaks the kiss, panting, and slides a hand between your bodies. Two thick fingers slip between your lips, stroking you slowly before pushing deep inside you.
“Already so wet…” he growls with satisfaction. “You get this soaked just from me staring at you in that bikini?”
His fingers fuck you slowly and deeply, curling to rub your G-spot with every thrust. His thumb finds your swollen clit and starts circling it fast.
You arch your back against the mirror, a sharp moan escaping you. “Kuna… someone might hear us…”
“Let them hear,” he answers in a dark voice. “Let them know I’m fucking my wife in the fitting room.”
He pulls his fingers out, quickly lowers his pants and frees his thick, veined cock. It’s hard, curved, the head already glistening with precum.
Without another word, he grabs your thighs, lifts you like you weigh nothing and pins you against the mirror. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
With one powerful thrust, he buries himself completely inside you.
You cry out, head falling back against the glass. He’s so big, so deep in this position. Sukuna groans against your neck, teeth clenched, and starts fucking you with slow but brutal strokes.
Every thrust makes you slam against the mirror. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy echoes in the small cabin.
“Look at you,” he pants as he pounds into you. “Legs spread wide, getting fucked in a store… You really are my little slut, aren’t you?”
He speeds up, fucking you harder and deeper. One hand slides between you to rub your clit mercilessly while the other supports your ass.
“Kuna- harder please! Ugh-” you beg, voice broken.
He smiles against your neck, arrogant and satisfied, and gives you exactly what you want: wild, deep thrusts that make you see stars with every stroke.
The mirror shakes behind you. Your moans grow higher, harder to contain.
Sukuna bites your shoulder to muffle his own groan. “You’re going to come for me, baby like the good girl you are.”
His fingers on your clit move faster. His thrusts turn frantic. Your orgasm hits you brutally. Your body clenches violently around him, walls spasming as you come hard, a muffled cry against his shoulder. Your legs tremble around his waist.
Sukuna lets out a deep growl and buries himself to the hilt. He comes inside you with force, hot, thick jets of cum filling you completely. He stays buried deep for a long moment, pulsing, emptying every last drop.
When he finally pulls out slowly, a thick white stream of cum immediately leaks from your pussy and slides down your thighs.
Sukuna sets you gently back on your feet, holding you up because your legs are still weak. He looks at you with a possessive, satisfied smile, then slides two fingers between your folds to collect some of his cum that’s dripping out.
He brings them to your mouth.
“Open.”
You obediently lick his fingers, eyes locked on his. He leans in and kisses you slowly, tasting himself on your tongue. He gives your ass a light smack with an arrogant smirk.
“Get dressed before I decide to fuck you a second time in this cabin.”
You’re sitting on Nanami’s lap, completely spread open for him.
Your thighs are spread as wide as possible, draped over either side of his, your back pressed against his broad, solid chest. Your skirt is hiked all the way up to your waist, your panties long since pushed aside.
His long, thick fingers are fucking you without mercy, plunging deep into your soaked pussy with a slow but brutal rhythm.
Every thrust makes a wet, obscene sound. Two fingers sink in to the knuckles before pulling out almost completely, only to slam back in harder. His knuckles rub perfectly against your G-spot with every stroke, while his thumb circles your swollen clit with precise, steady motions.
Your juices are flowing abundantly. They soak his fingers, run down his hand, and stain his expensive suit, that perfectly tailored dark gray trousers that must cost a small fortune. A dark, shiny wet patch is already forming on the fabric, but Nanami doesn’t care at all.
“Let go,” he murmurs against your ear, his voice low, calm, and slightly husky. His warm breath caresses the back of your neck. “You can get as wet as you want. This suit is nothing compared to the feeling of you like this around my fingers.”
You moan loudly, head falling back against his shoulder. Your hips move on their own, meeting his fingers with every thrust. Your body trembles, your thighs trying to close reflexively, but he holds them open with a firm hand on the inside of your leg.
“Nanami… ugh pls!” you cry out when he curls his fingers just right, pressing hard against that sensitive spot that makes you see stars.
He speeds up slightly, fucking your pussy harder, deeper. The wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of you fills the living room. Your juices are now flowing freely, soaking his pants, his thigh, and even the couch beneath you.
Nanami places a slow kiss on your neck, then gently nibbles your skin before licking the spot.
“You’re so wet for me…” he breathes, almost in awe. “Look at what you’re doing to my clothes. You’re so open, so drenched just for me.”
His fingers continue their relentless work: plunging deep, curling, rubbing, while his thumb never leaves your clit, stimulating it without pause.
You feel the orgasm building fast, violent and uncontrollable. Your walls clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking hard.
He smiles against your neck, a calm but satisfied smile, and picks up the pace just a little more.
“Then come,” he murmurs in a low, commanding voice. “Soak me completely. I want to feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers.”
His thumb presses harder on your clit, his fingers fucking you faster and deeper. The orgasm hits you brutally. Your body arches violently against him, a raw cry escaping your throat as your walls spasm rhythmically around his fingers.
A hot jet bursts out of you, soaking his hand even more, his pants, and the couch. You squirt, unable to hold it back, your pleasure gushing abundantly over him.
Nanami lets out a soft, satisfied growl, continuing to move his fingers slowly to prolong your orgasm until you’re trembling and breathless in his arms.
When the spasms finally subside, he gently withdraws his glistening fingers from your soaked pussy. He brings them to his mouth and licks them slowly, never taking his eyes off you.
“Delicious,” he murmurs, voice still a little rough. “And my suit is completely ruined… but it was more than worth it.”
You answer with a small, incoherent sound, too exhausted from your orgasm to speak properly. You feel Nanami smile against your shoulder. He turns your head and kisses you tenderly.
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.
“That’s cheating!” Katsuki exploded, pointing the remote at you like a loaded gun. “Fucking marital betrayal!”
You sighed and flopped back onto the couch, legs crossed. “I just wanted to know what happened, okay? I was curious…”
“Curious?” he repeated with a bitter laugh. “You watched four episodes without me!” You winced slightly. “Maybe five… but who’s counting?”
The silence that followed was almost comical. Katsuki stared at you with an outraged expression, one hand dramatically placed over his chest like you’d just stabbed him in the back.
“You’re a monster. A real fucking monster.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Katsuki growled and dropped heavily onto the couch beside you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, pouting like a sulky child.
“We had a deal. We watch together. TO-GE-THER. What the hell does that word mean to you huh?”
“Sorry kats…” you murmured, gently scooting closer to him.
“Nope. Keep your sorrys. I’m getting revenge.” He snatched the remote with an evil smirk. “I’m gonna watch the rest of Game of Thrones without you. All the episodes. And I’ll spoil you everything.”
Your smile vanished instantly. “Oh no. Katsuki.. you can’t do that!”
“And why the hell not? You watched Breaking Bad without me!”
“It’s not the same!” you protested, clinging to his arm.
“Really? Explain the difference miss traitor.” You opened your mouth… then closed it again. There was no real difference.
Katsuki smirked, clearly proud of himself. But when you rested your head on his shoulder with a guilty little pout, he stiffened for a second before letting out a long sigh.
“You’re so annoying…” he grumbled.
Still, his arm slid around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You immediately took advantage, snuggling into him and draping one leg over his.
“I can make it up to you,” you offered softly.
“Yeah? How?”
“I’ll cook all your favorite meals for the whole week.” Katsuki grunted, but you felt his body relax a little.
“Keep going.”
“I’ll give you massages after your workouts. And… we’ll restart Breaking Bad from where we left off. Together. I swear I’ll never watch ahead without you again.”
He finally turned his head toward you. His red eyes studied you for a long moment, still a bit suspicious. “You promise? On your life?”
“On my life.”
“Your life doesn’t mean shit anymore, you already broke our pact.”
You laughed softly and buried your face in his neck. Katsuki finally gave in completely. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him, resting his chin on top of your head.
“You’re lucky I love you, damn it…” he muttered into your hair, his voice still a little pouty.
You smiled and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I know. I love you too, even when you’re sulking.”
“Shut up.” But he tightened his hold on you and grabbed the remote to start episode 8 of season 3. “And this time, if you dare watch even one scene without me, I swear I’ll blow up the damn tv.”
You laughed against his chest, happy and safely tucked against him. “Promise, Kats.”
a/n: my sis continued a series without me I felt betrayed just like Katsuki😭 ˖ (🐋) mlist _
You’ll never be able to describe just how sexy Tenya looks right now.
His glasses are sliding dangerously down the bridge of his nose, slightly crooked from the sweat beading on his forehead. His blue hair is messy, a few strands stuck to his damp skin.
And above all… he’s breathing hard, panting, every exhale turning into a low, rough groan that vibrates through his chest against yours.
“Fuck…” he growls as he pounds into you relentlessly, like his life depends on it. Every thrust is deep, powerful, almost desperate. His thick dick fills you completely, molding perfectly to your walls, rubbing against your most sensitive spot with every movement. “You’re so tight… so perfect…”
You moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders, your back arched beneath him. “Baby… mhh… ahh!”
He lowers his head, his glasses slipping a little further. His breath is hot and ragged against your neck. “Can I take them off?” he pleads in a hoarse, almost broken voice, still fucking you without slowing down. “They’re getting in the way, baby…”
You shake your head with difficulty, eyes half-lidded, completely lost in pleasure. “N-no…” you moan, voice trembling. “You’re… ughh shit, Tenya! Too sexy like this… please.”
A proud, slightly arrogant smile stretches his lips despite the effort. He pushes his glasses back up with a clumsy thumb, settling them back on his nose, and looks straight into your eyes. Behind the lenses, his gaze is burning, intense, almost animalistic.
“I guess you’re right, darling…” he murmurs, voice low and rough. Without warning, he delivers a particularly well-aimed thrust deep and precise. His wide head slams directly against your g-spot, making you see stars.
A sharp cry escapes you, your body arching violently under him, your walls clenching hard around his dick. Tenya groans in satisfaction, the sound rumbling in his throat.
He picks up the pace, his hips slapping against yours with controlled but brutal force. Every thrust is perfect, as if he knows your body by heart.
“Then look at me…” he pants, leaning down to nibble on your earlobe. “Look at me while I fuck you. I want you to see how crazy I am about you.”
His glasses slip slightly down his nose again from the sweat, but he doesn’t remove them. Instead, he looks at you through them, eyes half-closed in pleasure, jaw clenched, breathing hard as he pounds into you mercilessly.
“Tenya…!” you cry out, tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Harder… ugh- please…”
He smiles, that tender yet dominant smile he reserves only for you and gives you exactly what you asked for: deeper, faster thrusts, every movement molding his penis perfectly inside you.
“Like this?” he growls, voice cracking with pleasure. “You like it when I fuck you like I can’t stop?”
You can only moan in response, your body jolting with every thrust, completely lost in the sight of his slipping glasses, his rough breathing, and his big dick owning you without mercy.
Tenya doesn’t slow down. If anything, he puts even more force into his thrusts, his hips slamming against yours with almost brutal precision. Every deep penetration makes your whole body shake on the bed.
His glasses slide dangerously down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from the heat radiating between the two of you, but he still doesn’t take them off. He watches you through them, eyes dark and glazed with pleasure and that possessiveness he only shows you.
“You’re… so beautiful when you let go like this…” he pants, voice rough and broken. His hot breath brushes your lips with every exhale. “Look at me. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see your face when you come.”
You moan louder, nails sunk into his muscular back. The feeling of his thick cock filling you, molding perfectly to your walls, combined with the sight of his crooked glasses and his focused expression, drives you completely insane.
“Ten-… I… I’m gonna… ugh…” you beg, voice shattered.
He smiles that slightly incredibly sexy smile and pushes his glasses back up with a quick flick of his thumb, never stopping his relentless pounding. Then he shifts the angle of his hips slightly and gives you one particularly deep thrust, hitting your g-spot with diabolical precision.
A sharp cry tears from your throat. Your body arches violently beneath him, thighs trembling around his waist. The pressure builds too fast, too strong.
“That’s it…” he growls, voice low and strained. “Let go, baby. Come for me. Squeeze my cock the way you know how.”
His thrusts become faster, more urgent. He fucks you like he wants to mark you deep inside, like every movement is vital.
His glasses slip again, but this time he doesn’t fix them. They stay crooked on his nose, giving him that serious yet completely unraveled look that makes you lose your mind.
You feel the orgasm coming like an uncontrollable wave. Your walls contract violently around him, pulsing, pulling him deeper. Your entire body tenses.
“Ten— mhhph!” you cry out, voice broken.
Your orgasm explodes. You come hard, eyes rolling back, body shaking with powerful spasms. Your walls squeeze his dih in rhythmic contractions, and a hot gush of your arousal flows around him, soaking the sheets beneath you.
Tenya lets out a long, rough moan, almost a growl. He keeps pounding you through your pleasure, prolonging every wave until you’re trembling and sobbing under him.
“Shit… you get so tight when you come…” he pants, jaw clenched. His glasses are completely crooked now, a strand of blue hair stuck to his forehead. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come…”
He buries himself one final time to the hilt, as deep as possible, and stays there, buried inside you. His body tenses violently. A guttural groan rips from his throat as he comes, hot, thick jets of cum spilling into you, filling you completely.
He stays still for a long moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavily, his glasses still askew on his nose. You feel his cock pulsing inside you, emptying the last drops.
When he finally lifts his head, he looks at you with infinite tenderness mixed with that burning possessiveness. He slowly pushes his glasses back up with a clumsy gesture, a tired little smile on his lips.
“You were right…” he murmurs, voice still hoarse. “I love seeing you lose your mind too much when I fuck you.”
He places a soft kiss on your lips, then on your forehead, before slowly pulling out. A trickle of his cum immediately leaks between your thighs. He lies down beside you and pulls you against his chest, one hand gently stroking your back.
Tenya has you with your legs spread wide, his large hands firmly anchored on your hips to keep you in place. His fingers dig into your flesh with just enough force for you to feel his control.
His tongue explores every inch of your pussy with an almost desperate hunger. He licks your entire soaked slit with a slow, heavy stroke, then turns sharp and insistent, swirling rapidly around your swollen, hypersensitive clit before diving deep inside you, probing your inner walls.
“Tenya… I feel like I have to pee!” you suddenly blurt out in a trembling, panicked voice, your body wracked with shivers.
Tenya growls against your hot, wet flesh without stopping for even a second. The vibrations of his deep voice travel straight to your clit.
“Mhh… let it go, it’s a good sign,” he murmurs against you, his mouth full of your taste.
“Are you sure?? I really have to go, Tenya!” you moan, almost whining, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. A burning pressure building relentlessly in your lower belly.
He lifts his head slightly, chin and lips glistening with your juices, and thrusts two thick, long fingers into you in one go. He immediately curls them to massage your g-spot with perfect precision.
“I saw in a video that when that urgent need hits… it means you’re about to squirt,” he explains in his serious voice, even though his eyes are burning with pure lust behind his slightly fogged-up glasses.
You can’t help but let out a weak laugh despite your state, breathless. “You watch videos like that?”
“That’s not the point! Focus,” he replies in a firm tone, almost an order, before diving back between your legs with even more fervor.
His tongue attacks your clit with fast, circular movements while his thick fingers continue mercilessly massaging your G-spot. The pressure in your lower belly becomes enormous, burning, almost painful.
You writhe violently on the bed, grinding your soaked pussy against his face, your hips moving uncontrollably. “Ten-! Ahh ugh! It’s too much! I’m gonna… imgonna-”
Your orgasm hits you like a violent tidal wave. Your entire body tenses, your thighs clamping around Tenya’s head like a vice as a long, high-pitched cry escapes your throat. A powerful clear jet bursts out of you in several intense, successive waves.
You squirt abundantly, soaking his face, his chin, and a large part of the sheets under your ass. The pleasure is so strong that your eyes roll back, your toes curl, and your body is shaken by uncontrollable spasms for long seconds, wave after wave.
When the final tremors finally subside, you lie there completely breathless, body limp, trembling, and hypersensitive.
You look down and see the extent of the mess: the sheets are completely soaked beneath you. An intense wave of embarrassment immediately washes over you.
“Oh no… I soaked the sheets…” you murmur, red with shame, hiding your face in your hands.
But when you peek through your fingers, you see Tenya. His face is covered in your glistening juices. He looks… satisfied. Almost proud. His eyes shine with a possessive and admiring glint. You can’t help but burst out laughing despite your embarrassment.
Tenya lifts his head and laughs softly with you, a warm, rare laugh that vibrates through his chest. He slowly crawls back up your body, towering over you with his imposing, athletic frame. He kisses you tenderly, sliding his tongue into your mouth so you can taste your own sweet-salty flavor.
“You’re so beautiful when you squirt like that,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse. “Don’t be embarrassed. I personally loved every second of it.”
He pulls back slightly to look at you better. In one smooth motion, he grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off, revealing his muscular, perfectly sculpted chest glistening with your squirt from years of training.
Your gaze drifts lower… and you immediately notice the massive bulge straining violently against his pants. His dick is visibly rock hard, almost painfully so against the fabric. A large wet patch spreads across the front of his gray pants, betraying just how turned on he got from your orgasm and squirt.
You bite your lip, both embarrassed and terribly aroused by the sight. Tenya follows your gaze and smiles, a little embarrassed himself, but mostly proud and full of desire.
“See what you do to me?” he says, slowly running a hand over his cock through the fabric. “I’m completely soaked because of you.”
He places a knee on the bed and leans over you again, his gaze burning behind his glasses. “And I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
TWO BIG BOYS?! pt2. sukuna x fem! reader x fushiguro toji
synopsis: you try to forget them but unfortunately or fortunately, they find you in a fitting room. (part 1 - part 2 - part 3)
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), cheating, semi-public sex, slight dubcon, creampie, overstimulation, cum, dirty talk/name, fellatio (male receive), swallow sperm, blowjob, deepthroat, slight choking, fingering (fem. receive), dirty sex, sex in front of a mirror, humiliation, threesome, toji and sukuna have big dicks, reader is older than both of them, plot twist, may have mistakes
a/n: im putting it up for kinktober! You asked for a part 2, you got it 🤭 im thinking a third and final part! I have more inspiration to do :) comment if you want to be tagged 💗
words: 12642.
The next morning, you wake up with a painful headache; the night had left invisible traces on your body and mind. Sunlight filters through the balcony curtains, casting golden rays onto the bed where your husband is still snoring lightly, his phone lying on the floor, its battery probably dead.
You stare at the ceiling, your heart clenched by a mixture of burning shame and a treacherous desire that refuses to die. You cheated on your husband. The man to whom you promised fidelity and loyalty for life. You broke his promises in a single night after three years, but your subconscious mind doesn't regret it.
Your thighs ache, red marks dot your skin under the covers, memories of their large hands, their imposing bodies, and their cocks. You grit your teeth, cursing yourself inwardly.
How could you let this happen? And worse, why is a part of you already asking for more? Your pussy is still throbbing, sensitive, as if Sukuna and Toji had left a permanent imprint on you.
Your husband finally stirs, stretching with a groan. "Good morning, darling," he mumbles absently, grabbing his phone to plug it back in. Not a glance at you, not a question about your night with two strange men.
He gets up, goes straight to the bathroom, and you hear the water running. Your stomach knots. He hasn't noticed anything. Nothing. Like always. When did your marriage turn out like this?
You get up too, slipping on a bathrobe, and go to the balcony to get some fresh air. The pool sparkles below, the hotel seems peaceful in the morning sun. But your gaze is irresistibly drawn to the neighboring window, their door. Your heart races. What if you run into them? What if...
A noise in the hallway makes you jump. Deep, low, familiar voices. You freeze, gasping for breath. Your husband comes out of the bathroom, shirtless, a towel around his waist, and says, "Are you still going on that walk with your new friends?"
Your cheeks flush, panic tightens in your throat. "No... I want to stay with you. It's our weekend, remember?" Your voice trembles slightly, but you force yourself to appear firm, hoping to rekindle something between you, to erase the night with a single knowing glance.
He finally looks at you for real, for the first time in weeks, and a flicker of regret crosses his eyes. He places his phone on the nightstand, miraculously, and approaches you, running a hesitant hand through your hair with a small smile.
"It's true... sorry, darling. I was obsessed with my phone. Work, you know... But you're right, we're here for each other." He pulls you close, his body warm against yours, and places a shy kiss on your forehead. For a moment, you melt, your heart beating with fragile hope.
Maybe this weekend can still be saved. Maybe he and you... But his phone vibrates on the table, and he stiffens, glancing over your shoulder. "Just a second, it's my boss." He steps away, grabs the phone, and already, his attention is drifting.
You stand there, alone on the balcony, the bathrobe slipping slightly over your shoulder, marked by a discreet bite from Toji. Your stomach knots again, bitter disappointment. Things never really change overnight.
Outside, the voices in the hallway grow closer. You recognize Sukuna's deep laugh, followed by Toji's more measured response. Your body reacts despite yourself: a treacherous heat rises between your legs, your nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric. You bite your lip, trying to chase away the images of their thick cocks, their merciless tongues, their growls against your skin.
Your husband finally hangs up, looking vaguely guilty. "Sorry, it was important. Let's go out for lunch, eh? To make up for it." He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, but he's already checking an email as he puts on his shorts.
"I'll wash up and we can go," you say, forcing a smile. You almost run to the bathroom to avoid collapsing in front of him. You undo your bathrobe and look at the marks from the night before. How are you going to hide them?
You slip into the shower and the hot water envelops your body, but it doesn't manage to soothe the burning beneath your skin. Each drop slides over the marks they left, your heart beating too fast. You blame yourself, for what you did, for what you still feel, for that part of you that refuses to regret.
You lean back against the cold tiles, your eyes closed. Your husband's face comes back to you, tired, distracted, then Toji's, his heavy gaze, his rough hands, his deep voice, and Sukuna, his smirk, his tongue, his gaze on you. You take a deep breath, trying to chase away the image, to regain your composure.
You open your eyes, and your reflection in the fogged window seems foreign. You absentmindedly touch a mark on your neck, covering it with water. "I have to stop thinking about this... It was a mistake," you whisper, more to yourself than to anyone else.
You stay like that for a moment, long enough to catch your breath, to convince yourself that you can still save this weekend, save your relationship, save something.
Then you slowly step out, wrap yourself in a towel, and start searching for your foundation in your makeup bag, something to hide the visible evidence, at least. On the other side of the door, you hear your husband humming a song as he puts his things away.
His voice brings a sad smile to your face. How could you do this to him? Even though your marriage is going through a rough patch, that's no excuse for what you did.
You come out of the bathroom, dressed and made up. Your husband turns his head and looks at you with a seductive smile, and he comes over to you and kisses you tenderly. He slowly pulls away, "You look beautiful today, sweetheart," and kisses you again.
It's been so long, but it's not like it used to be. A lump forms in your stomach and you gently push him back onto his chest with your hands. You look at him and smile. "Thank you, love. Maybe we should go before it's gone."
He looks at his watch and nods, "You're right, sweetheart, let's go," he says, holding out his hand. You go down to the hotel restaurant, hand in hand for the first time in ages. He's trying, really trying: he asks what you want to eat, pours you coffee, even talks about your college memories.
Your heart warms a little, you laugh at one of his harmless jokes. Maybe this will work. Maybe the night was a one-off mistake. But halfway through breakfast, they walk in.
Sukuna and Toji, fresh and imposing, shirts open over their muscular torsos, tattoos and scars shamelessly exposed. Sukuna carries a plate of fruit, Toji a coffee, and their gazes find you immediately, like magnets.
Their eyes pierce you, and the air in the restaurant suddenly feels heavier, thicker. Sukuna stares at you with that crooked smile, the one that always seems to promise something dangerous, deliciously forbidden.
Toji, on the other hand, is more discreet, but his gaze is just as intense, gliding over you like an invisible caress, lingering on your lips, then on the curve of your neck where you know the foundation barely conceals the mark he left there.
Your husband, busy cutting his croissant, notices nothing. He's talking about a colleague who annoyed him last week, his voice a distant buzz in your ears. You try to nod, to smile, to play along, but your body betrays your mind.
Your pulse quickens, a familiar heat rises in your lower abdomen, and you squeeze your thighs together under the table, hoping no one notices the flush rising in your cheeks.
Sukuna sits down at a table a few feet away, his long legs spread out with arrogant nonchalance. Toji follows him, setting down his coffee with calculated calm, but his eyes never leave yours.
They're not speaking loudly, but you catch snatches of their conversation, deep laughter, words that remind you of last night, sentence fragments like "she was..." and "do you think she..." Your stomach knots, torn between the fear that they're talking about you and an unhealthy, almost addictive curiosity.
"Honey, are you listening to me?" Your husband's voice brings you back to reality. He looks at you, a hint of annoyance in his eyes, but also a sincerity that tugs at your heartstrings. "I was saying we could go to the beach this afternoon, just you and me. Like before."
You force a smile, but it feels fragile, ready to break. "Yes, that... I'd like that," you reply, your voice a little too high-pitched. You take a sip of coffee to hide your confusion, but the cup trembles slightly in your hand. Your gaze wanders in spite of yourself to their table.
Sukuna bites into a slice of mango, his lips glistening with juice, and gives you a wink so quick you wonder if you imagined it. Toji just watches you, impassive, but his silence speaks louder than any words.
You curse yourself inwardly. Stop. Stop looking at them. Focus on your husband. You place a hand on your husband's, trying to anchor your thoughts in this moment, in this effort he's making to reconnect with you. His fingers are warm, familiar, but the sensation doesn't comfort you like before. Not like... You shake your head, shooing the comparison away before it takes root.
"Are you okay?" he asks, frowning slightly. "You seem... off."
Your heart skips a beat. "No, no, I'm fine. Just... tired. It's been a long night." The words escape you before you can stop them, and you bite the inside of your cheek, praying he doesn't dig in.
He nods, seemingly satisfied, and returns to his phone, checking a message that just came in. You take this moment to risk another glance at their table. Mistake. Sukuna looks straight into your eyes, his smile widening, as if he knows exactly what's going on in your head.
He whispers something to Toji, who slowly turns his head towards you, one eyebrow raised, a hint of amusement in his expression.
You look away, breathless. They know. They know the effect they have on you. Shame and desire intertwine in your chest, forming a painful knot. You force yourself to focus on your plate, on the clinking of cutlery around you, on your husband's voice now talking about a renovation project for your house, but you don't listen.
Breakfast ends in a kind of fog. Your husband suggests going back up to the bedroom to get your things before the beach. You nod, happy to leave this room where the air seems charged with electricity. But as you cross the hall, you see them get up from their table. They don't follow you, at least not directly, but their footsteps echo behind you, slow, sure, as if they know they needn't hurry to catch up.
In the elevator, your husband puts an arm around your waist, a simple gesture but one that surprises you. "We'll have a good day, I promise," he says, and there's a warmth in his voice that almost makes you feel more guilty. You press against him, trying to cling to what's left of your connection, but your mind is elsewhere, already drawn to the shadows of the night before.
When the elevator doors open, you hear their voices in the hallway again. Closer this time. Your husband doesn't seem to notice, busy searching his pocket for the room key. But you feel them, like a physical presence, a pressure against your skin. You glance over your shoulder, and there they are, at the other end of the hallway, chatting casually, but their eyes are fixed on you.
Sukuna raises a hand, a mock-friendly gesture, like an innocent greeting. Toji just watches you, his dark eyes almost undressing you, revealing every mark hidden beneath your makeup and clothes. Your body reacts despite yourself, a shiver running through you, and you force yourself to look away, to follow your husband into the bedroom.
The bedroom door closes behind you with a soft click, but it resonates in your head like a cleaver. Your husband, oblivious to the storm raging inside you, throws the key on the nightstand and begins rummaging through his bag for his beach things. "I'm going to take a quick shower before we go," he says, a distracted smile on his lips. "Want to come with me?"
The invitation takes you by surprise. For a split second, you consider saying yes, slipping under the hot water with him, rediscovering the intimacy that has faded over the months.
But the images of the previous night—Sukuna's hands, Toji's mouth, their bodies pressed against yours, impose themselves with brutal force, and you feel dirty, unworthy. You shake your head, a tight smile playing on your lips.
"Go ahead, I... I'll pack my things." He shrugs, without prodding, and disappears into the bathroom. The sound of running water leaves you alone with your thoughts, and you flop onto the edge of the bed, your hands trembling. You press your palms against your thighs, trying to chase away the lingering sensation of their fingers on your skin.
It was a mistake. Just once. It won't happen again. You repeat these words to yourself like a mantra, but they ring hollow, unable to drown out the traitorous murmur of your body, which hasn't forgotten.
You get up quickly, grabbing your bag to stuff in a towel, a swimsuit, anything to occupy your mind. You don't want to think about them. You don't want to see them again. You want to focus on your husband, on this weekend, on this fragile hope of putting the pieces of your marriage back together. But every movement seems weighed down by guilt, by the weight of what you've done, and by that dull throbbing between your legs that refuses to die down.
The day at the beach passes in a kind of fog. Your husband is more present than he has been in a long time, laughing, holding your hand, splashing you in the water like a child. You laugh with him, you play along, and at times, you almost believe it.
But every time you let your guard down, you feel their gaze, even if it's absent. You scan the crowd on the beach, terrified of seeing them, but they're not there. Not today. And yet, their ghostly presence follows you, like a shadow you can't shake.
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The following days, back home, you try to regain control. You dive into the routine, into the mechanical gestures of everyday life, hoping that time will erase the memories of that night. Your husband seems to be making an effort, too. He puts his phone away more often, invites you to dinner, talks about plans for the future.
You want to believe it, you want to convince yourself that that night at the hotel was just an lapse, a passing weakness. But deep down, a little voice taunts you, recalling every detail of that night, the intensity of their gazes, the way they made you feel alive.
To chase these thoughts away, you decide to do something for him, for your husband. A surprise. You go to a clothing store in town, one of those chic little boutiques where you know he likes well-cut shirts.
You tell yourself that a gift, a thoughtful gesture, could revive something, prove that you're still invested in your relationship. You wander between the racks, caressing the fabrics, imagining his smile when he opens the box. You choose an elegant navy shirt, perfect for him. You feel almost light, as if this simple act could erase your sins.
You head to the dressing rooms to try on a dress you've spotted, thinking that maybe you, too, deserve to feel beautiful for him. The booth is small, the curtain thick, and you slip inside, placing the neatly folded shirt on the chair.
You take off your top, your reflection in the mirror almost disgusting you. The marks on your body have almost disappeared, but you know they're still there, beneath the surface, like a secret etched into your skin.
A noise makes you jump, heavy footsteps, deep voices. Your heart stops. No. Not here. Not now. You freeze, holding your breath, praying it's just a coincidence. But as you reach out to grab the dress, the booth curtain snaps open, and there they are.
Sukuna and Toji.
Sukuna stands forward, his smirk lighting up his face as if he's just won a game whose rules you don't know. Toji, behind him, almost blocks the entrance to the booth, his massive body taking up the entire space, his dark eyes pinning you to the spot. The booth door closes behind them with a quiet click, and you find yourself trapped, your heart pounding.
"Well, well," Sukuna murmurs, his voice low and drawling, as if savoring every syllable. "Looks like we can't get away from you, huh?"
Toji says nothing, but his gaze slides over you, lingering on your exposed skin, on your exposed chest, covered only by a thin bra. You instinctively cross your arms over your chest, but the gesture seems futile, almost ridiculous in front of them, who have already seen you naked.
"What are you doing here?" you manage, your voice trembling, barely audible. Sukuna chuckles, leaning against the wall of the stall, his body filling the already cramped space. "We were shopping, mind you. And then... we saw you." He tilts his head, his gaze sliding over you like a burning caress. "You look like you could use a hand."
Toji takes a step closer, and the stall seems to shrink even further. "Are you buying this for him?" he asks, his voice deep and steady, gesturing to the folded shirt on the chair. There's a hint of amusement in his tone, but also something, unconsciously, more jealous.
You want to scream, tell them to leave, push them away, but your hands remain frozen, gripping the edge of the mirror behind you. Your body, that traitor, reacts to their proximity, to the memory of their hands, their mouths, the way they made you lose all control.
The heat between your legs is unbearable, and you press your thighs together, hoping they won't notice. But Sukuna, ever attentive, lets out a small laugh. "Oh, it seems like you're having a hard time holding it back, princess."
"Stop," you whisper, but it's barely a breath. You turn to the mirror, unable to meet their gaze any longer. Your reflection shows you a broken image: a woman on the verge of collapse, torn between guilt and a desire she can't deny.
You close your eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to hold on to the image of your husband, his clumsy efforts, the life you've built together.
But then you feel a hand, Toji's, rough, warm, rest on your waist, sliding slowly under the hem of your bra. "Tell us to leave," he whispers in your ear, his breath brushing your skin. "Just say it, and we'll leave."
This is your chance. Your way out. You open your mouth, ready to say the words, but they get stuck in your throat.
Sukuna moves in too, his hand caressing the other side of your face, his thumb tracing the outline of your jaw. "Or," he murmurs, his voice like black velvet, "you can stop lying to yourself."
You open your mouth to protest, to tell them to leave, but no sound comes out. Toji's hand, still on your waist, turns you around to face Sukuna, then slides lower, his rough fingers grazing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your jeans.
Your body betrays your mind, a shiver runs through you, and you feel your nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of your bra. You press your thighs together harder, but it only intensifies the heat pulsing between your legs.
Sukuna, still provocative, moves closer, his chest brushing yours. His lips are so close to your ear that you can feel his hot breath. "Look at you," he murmurs, his tone mocking but tinged with a dark promise. "You try to play the saint, but your body knows what it wants."
His hand slides from your jaw to your neck, his fingers tracing the mark he left there a few days ago, a memory no foundation can truly erase.
Toji, behind you, leans in to whisper back, his deep voice vibrating against the nape of your neck. "We're giving you one chance to leave. Say it." But his fingers don't stop. They slide under the hem of your jeans, brushing the sensitive skin just above the lace of your panties, a touch so light it makes you shiver, but so precise it pins you to the spot.
Your breath catches in your throat, and you realize you still haven't responded. You can't. Not when every fiber of your body seems to vibrate under their touch, under the silent promise of what they might do to you.
Sukuna, facing you, fixes you with that disarming look, a mix of mockery and raw desire. His lips stretch into a crooked smile, the one that reminds you of the night in the hotel, the way he devoured you with his eyes. His hand, still on your neck, moves slowly down, his fingers tracing a lazy path along your collarbone, then lower, to the curve of your breast.
He stops just before touching your bra, as if savoring the wait, as if he wants you to break before he does. "You didn't answer, princess," he murmurs, his voice soft but laden with delicious menace. "Do you want us to leave, or are you just too weak to say it?"
You want to scream, tell them to leave, tell them you're better than this, that you're faithful, that you love your husband. But the words remain stuck, imprisoned by the heat rising inside you, by the way your body seems to respond to their every move. You press your thighs together, an instinctive gesture to contain the desire pulsing between your legs, but Sukuna notices immediately.
His laugh, low and raspy, makes you flinch. "Oh, you're not discreet," he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You try to hide, but we know exactly what you want."
Toji, behind you, tightens his grip slightly on your waist, his thumb stroking the exposed skin just above your waistband. The contact is almost innocent, but it sends an electric shock through your body, awakening every nerve, every memory of that night they possessed you.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating against the back of your neck, so close you can feel the heat of his breath. "You're already melting, and we've barely begun."
You shake your head, a weak, almost pathetic gesture. "No... I... I can't," you whisper, but your voice is so shaky it betrays everything you're trying to hide.
You close your eyes, hoping the darkness will bring you back to your senses, to the image of your husband—his tired but sincere smile, his clumsy efforts to rekindle your bond, the shirt you bought for him, now lying on the chair, crumpled, like a symbol of everything you risk destroying.
But the darkness doesn't help. It only amplifies the sensations: the touch of Toji's fingers, moving a little lower, slowly unbuttoning your jeans with calculated precision; Sukuna's presence, so close you can smell his scent, musky, intoxicating.
Sukuna leans closer, his chest brushing against yours, and you feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of your shirt. He tilts his head, his lips brushing your ear, and whispers, "You've been thinking about us, haven't you? All week, you've been thinking about how we made you scream that night."
You want to deny it, but a shiver betrays you, and Sukuna chuckles softly, satisfied. Toji, still behind you, slides his fingers under the waistband of your jeans, brushing against the lace of your panties.
You jump, a gasp escaping your lips, and you cling to Sukuna. "You're already soaked," Toji groans, his voice thick with satisfaction, as if he's just proven a point.
His fingers linger, slowly stroking through the fabric, and the sensation is so intense your legs threaten to give way. You bite your lip, stifling a moan, terrified that someone in the store might hear.
Sukuna, as if reading your thoughts, places a finger on your lips, forcing you to look at him. "Shh," he murmurs, his smile widening. "Don't make any noise, princess. You don't want us to get caught, do you?" But there's a glint in his eyes, an excitement at the prospect of danger, and you know he doesn't care. He wants to see you break, to see you lose all control.
His hand slides from your lips to your chin, gently lifting it so that you're forced to look into his eyes. Then, slowly, he moves down, his fingers brushing the curve of your neck, then the edge of your bra.
He tugs it down slightly, exposing one breast, and before you can react, he leans down, his tongue tracing a lazy circle around your hardened nipple. A muffled cry escapes you, and you clamp a hand over your mouth, your heart pounding.
Toji, behind you, groans softly, his fingers finally slipping beneath the lace of your panties. He brushes against your wet lips, a touch so light it makes you shiver, but so precise it pushes you over the edge. "Fuck, you're so wet, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice husky, almost accusing.
He slides a finger inside you, slowly, letting you feel every inch, and you arch your back despite yourself, a muffled moan escaping against your hand. Sukuna raises his head, his lips glistening, his burning gaze fixed on you. "Say it," he murmurs, his voice a challenge. "Say you want more." His free hand grabs your wrist, guiding it to his crotch, and you feel the hard bulge beneath his pants. Your fingers tremble, but you don't resist.
You unzip his fly, almost mechanically, and when you free his thick, hard cock, a shiver runs through you. You stroke him, your movements hesitant at first, then more assured, and he groans, his hips pressing against your hand.
Toji, behind you, pulls your jeans lower, exposing your thighs to the mirror. You feel his erection against your buttocks, hot, insistent, and your body reacts instinctively, pressing itself against him.
Sukuna, facing you, towers over you, his full height brushing yours with every breath. His eyes, dark and piercing, pin you to the spot, and his smile, that sly grin that never leaves him, makes you feel like prey he's savoring before devouring.
His hand, still resting on your wrist, guides your fingers around his cock, hard and hot beneath your palm. You feel every vein, every pulse, and despite yourself, your fingers tighten, stroking slowly, almost hypnotized by the sensation.
He grunts, a deep sound that resonates in the cabin, and his hips move forward slightly, pressing his cock more firmly against your hand. "That's it, princess," he murmurs, his voice like black velvet, soft but thick with menace. "You know what you have to do."
Toji, behind you, is an equally overwhelming presence. His muscular chest is pressed against your back, his heat radiating through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. His lips brush the curve of your ear, and every word he says seems to vibrate directly into your spine.
"Are you sure you want to stop?" he repeats, his voice raspy, almost accusing, as if daring you to lie.
But his fingers, still inside you, give you no chance to respond. They slide in slowly, exploring every nook and cranny of your innermost being with a precision that makes you tremble. He adds a second finger, gently stretching you, and the sensation is so intense that your legs buckle.
You cling to Sukuna, your nails digging into his forearms, desperately searching for something to anchor you. Guilt instantly gnaws at you, the image of your husband flickering through your mind.
The shirt, slightly wrinkled on the chair to your right, taunts you, a cruel reminder of what you came here to do: a gesture for him, for your marriage, for the fragile hope you're trying to preserve.
Sukuna, as if sensing your inner conflict, tilts his head, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. He doesn't kiss you, not yet; he just lets his warm breath caress your skin, a gesture so subtle it makes you shiver more violently than any touch.
"You've been thinking about us," he murmurs, his voice so low it seems to vibrate in your chest. "All week, you've been reliving that night, huh? Our hands on you. Our mouths. Our dicks, right?" He pauses, letting his words sink in. "Tell me I'm lying."
You shake your head, a weak, almost convulsive gesture, but the shiver that runs through you betrays you. Sukuna chuckles, satisfied, and his tongue traces a slow, deliberate path along your neck, to the mark he left there a few days ago, barely hidden by foundation. He licks it gently, as if to reclaim what he considers his own, and a muffled moan escapes you, despite the hand you press against your mouth.
Toji, behind you, grunts in response, his fingers slowing their pace to torture you further. He withdraws them almost completely, leaving you empty and panting, before plunging back inside you, deeper this time, his knuckles brushing a spot that makes you see stars.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, almost mocking. "You can try to lie to yourself, but your body tells the truth, baby."
You arch against him, an involuntary movement, and your back arches, pressing your buttocks against his erection. You feel it, hard and insistent through his pants, and your body reacts before your mind can stop it, rubbing lightly against him. Toji groans, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place.
"You're being naughty," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "You want to go deeper, don't you?" Your traitorous body refuses to obey. Your fingers, still wrapped around Sukuna's cock, quicken their pace, stroking more firmly, and he lets out a harsh sigh, his eyes crinkling in pleasure.
"That's good, babe... keep it up," he murmurs, his free hand sliding under your bra to pinch your nipple, just hard enough to draw another moan from you.
The mirror to your left captures a glimpse of the scene, and you can't help but turn your head, just for a moment. The image is obscene, heartbreaking: you, trapped between them, your jeans halfway down, your bra pushed up, one breast exposed, Sukuna's lips on your neck, Toji's fingers disappearing between your thighs.
Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes shining with unshed tears, and yet there's a glint in your eyes, a glint you don't want to acknowledge. The glint of raw, insatiable desire.
Sukuna follows your gaze, and his smile widens. "You like what you see, huh?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He grabs your chin, forcing you to turn your head toward him, away from the mirror. "No need to look in there. Look at me. Only me."
His lips crash against yours, a brutal, possessive kiss, his pierced tongue invading your mouth with a hunger that takes your breath away. You moan against him, unable to resist, and he swallows the sound, his fingers tightening their grip on your chin.
Toji, behind you, pulls your jeans lower until they slide around your ankles, exposing you completely. His free hand moves up your thigh, caressing the sensitive skin inside, and you shiver, your body arching against him despite yourself.
"You're such a slut, mama," he murmurs, his voice husky, almost accusing. He slides your panties to your knees, his fingers sliding inside you again, deeper, more insistent, and you cry out, a sound muffled by Sukuna's kiss.
Sukuna pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, his lips glistening from your kiss. “Say it,” he orders, his voice a challenge. “Say you want more.”
His hand slides to your throat, not squeezing, but just enough to remind you he’s in control. You shake your head, a last gasp of resistance, but your hips grind against Toji’s fingers, betraying everything you’re trying to deny.
Toji chuckles softly, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re not credible,” he murmurs, and adds a third finger, stretching you until your eyes close with the intensity of the sensation. “Do you want us to stop? Really?”
You don’t answer. You can’t. Your mind is a mess, torn between the guilt gnawing at you and the pleasure consuming you. Sukuna, as if sensing your surrender, guides your hand more firmly.
You jerk him off, your fingers sliding over his thick length, feeling every pulse of his veins, his precum beading at the head of his penis. Your other hand plays with his warm balls, making him grunt, his hips pushing against your hand for more sensation.
Toji, behind you, withdraws his fingers, leaving you empty, panting, and you moan in frustration, a sound that makes you blush with embarrassment. But he doesn't keep you waiting long. You hear the sound of his pants sliding off, and then you feel it, his thick, bare cock against your ass, hot, hard, and ready.
"Last chance," he murmurs, his voice low, almost tender. "Just say it, and we'll leave. Even though we know you won't."
Your heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might burst, a frantic drum pounding in your temples. The dressing room, with its narrow walls and oversized mirror, seems to shrink around you.
And yet, your body, that traitor, speaks for you. Your hips undulate slightly, unconsciously seeking Toji's warmth behind you, and Sukuna, who never misses a beat, lets out a low, almost cruel sneer.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his thumb slowly stroking your lower lip, smearing the saliva left by his brutal kiss. "You try to play the saint, but your body says otherwise." His dark eyes, shining with a predatory gleam, bore into yours, and you feel naked under his gaze.
He seems to see that part of you that trembles with excitement, that wants to lose itself in this spiral of desire and abandonment.
Toji, still behind you, says nothing for a moment. You feel his hot breath against the skin of your neck, just below your ear, and the sensation makes you shiver from head to toe. His hand, large and calloused, rests on your hip, his thumb tracing slow, almost lazy circles on your skin.
"You're so wet, mama," he finally murmurs, his raspy voice vibrating against your ear. He slides two fingers inside you again, slowly this time, as if savoring every millimeter of your body engulfing him. You let out a moan, a high-pitched, desperate sound that makes you blush with embarrassment.
You try to bite your lip to keep quiet, but Sukuna, still in front of you, grabs your chin and shakes his head gently.
"No, no," he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Let us hear it. This is the best part." He releases your chin to move his hand down your neck, brushing against your collarbone, then the curve of your exposed breast.
His fingers linger on your nipple, pinching it just enough to make you jump, a flash of pain mixed with pleasure shooting through your body. You gasp, and he chuckles softly, a deep sound that makes you shiver.
Toji, behind you, begins to move his fingers deeper, his rhythm slow but relentless. Each thrust is calculated, precise, as if he knows exactly the spots that will make you break. You feel your legs tremble, your knees threatening to buckle under your weight.
Your body arches against him, seeking more, even as your mind screams that you should stop, that you should pull yourself together. But the heat rising inside you, this fire spreading through your veins, drowns out any coherent thought.
Sukuna, as if sensing your abandonment, releases your breast to grasp your hand, the one still caressing it, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. He guides your movements, forcing you to speed up, to tighten your grip on his member.
You feel its heat, its hardness, the way it pulses beneath your fingers, and a low growl escapes his throat. “Harder,” he orders, his voice raspier now, laced with an urgency he doesn’t bother to hide.
You obey, almost mechanically, your fingers sliding over him, smearing the liquid that beads at his tip. He grunts again, his hips pushing against your hand, and the satisfaction in his eyes makes you shiver.
Toji, for his part, withdraws his fingers once more, and you can’t help a frustrated moan, a sound that immediately shames you. He chuckles softly, his lips brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear. “Impatient, huh?” he murmurs, and you feel his cock pressed against you, hot, hard, sliding against the bare skin of your ass.
He doesn't move right away, leaving you suspended in that moment of anticipation, your body vibrating with a mixture of fear and desire.
"Say it," Sukuna repeats, his voice harder now, almost impatient. His hand slides back to your throat, his fingers curling slightly, just enough to remind you of his presence, his control. "Say you want more. That you need it."
"Please... please..." you beg for the first time since the beginning. You bite your lip, feeling guilty, but you need them so much.
Toji laughs softly. You feel his head press against your entrance, slowly, deliberately, and your breath catches. "You finally say it, darling. I wanted to hear you say it so badly..." he murmurs in your ear.
He doesn't penetrate yet, just teasing you, letting you feel his head against you. “Say you want my dick,” he whispers, his voice so low it seems to vibrate through you. “Say it, mama.”
“I want your cock… please… I need it…” you beg, your words trembling, as if they’ve been forcibly extracted from a part of you you’ve refused to listen to until now. Your cheeks burn, your eyes sting with unshed tears, but it’s too late to take it back. You’ve said it. You’ve admitted it.
Toji, behind you, lets out a low groan, a sound that vibrates against the sensitive skin of your neck. His lips brush your ear, and you can almost feel his smile, that mix of triumph and raw desire.
“You finally broke, mama,” he murmurs, his voice husky, almost tender, but tinged with a hint of mockery that makes you shiver. His hands, large and powerful, grip your hips with a force that pins you to the spot, preventing you from moving, from thinking, from doing anything but feeling. “You’re going to get what you want.”
Without another word, he moves. Slowly, deliberately, his thick head presses against your entrance, sliding against your wetness with a precision that takes your breath away. You tense, your body torn between the instinct to resist and the overwhelming urge to surrender.
Then, with a fluid but relentless movement, he pushes into you, inch by inch, stretching you with an intensity that makes you gasp.
The sensation is almost too much, too full, too hot, just too much. Your hands cling to what they can, one still wrapped around Sukuna's member, the other clawing at the air before latching onto Sukuna's arm.
Sukuna, in front of you, watches the scene with a heated gaze, his dark eyes glittering with an almost cruel satisfaction. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice dripping with contempt and fascination. "You're so pathetic like this, begging for us."
His hand, the one resting on your throat, moves down slowly, brushing the curve of your breast before settling on your clitoris. His fingers, deft and precise, begin to draw slow, pressing circles, each movement synchronized with Toji's thrusts, as if they've rehearsed this dance a thousand times.
The contrast between Toji's brutal pressure inside you and Sukuna's methodical caresses makes you lose your footing, your body racked by waves of pleasure so intense they border on pain.
You moan, a hoarse, desperate sound, and Sukuna chuckles softly, his other hand still guiding yours onto his member. "Keep going," he orders, his voice harder now, almost commanding. "Don't stop. Show me how desperate you are."
You obey, your fingers sliding along his length, feeling every pulse, every drop of liquid that beads at his tip. His hips move forward slightly, seeking more contact, and you feel his breath shorten, a low groan escaping his throat.
Toji, behind you, quickens his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming deeper, more demanding. Each movement pushes you against Sukuna, your body trapped between them, a toy in their hands.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice vibrating with desire. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, leaving marks you know you'll feel tomorrow. "You like that, huh? Say it again."
You shake your head, but the words escape despite yourself, broken, panting. "Yes... I like it... please more..." Your voice trembles, barely audible, but it's enough to bring a satisfied smile to Toji's lips.
He rewards your confession with a particularly deep thrust, and you cry out, a sound muffled by Sukuna's hand suddenly clamping over your mouth.
"Shh," he whispers, his eyes sparkling with dangerous mischief. "Do you want the whole store to hear you, to moan like a little slut for us?" His fingers continue their relentless dance on your clitoris, and your body arches violently, caught between Toji's penetration and Sukuna's caresses.
Suddenly, another knock on the fitting room door brings you back to reality. The saleswoman's voice pierces the fog in your mind. "Ma'am? Are you all right? Do you need help? I heard noises."
Your heart stops, panic washing over you like a cold shower. You want to answer, to say something to reassure her, to hide what's happening, but Toji chooses that precise moment to thrust his hips particularly roughly, making you moan against Sukuna's hand. Far from being perturbed, Sukuna lets out a low, almost inaudible laugh and removes his hand from your mouth, glaring at you.
"Answer," he murmurs, his fingers slowing just slightly on your clit, just enough to give you a semblance of control. "Or I will. And believe me, you won't prefer my version."
You swallow, your throat dry, your body trembling between them. "Yes... yes, everything's fine," you manage, your voice shaky, barely convincing. You pray the saleswoman won't insist, that she won't push the door open. "I'm... I'm just... trying on some clothes."
There's a silence, a suspended moment where you hold your breath, praying the saleswoman will move away. Toji, behind you, barely slows, his movements becoming slower but just as profound, as if savoring your struggle to maintain a facade of normalcy.
Sukuna doesn't stop, his fingers continuing their relentless work, and you have to bite your lip to stifle another moan.
"Okay," the saleswoman finally replies, her voice tinged with a hint of doubt. "Call me if you need anything." You hear her footsteps fade away, and a sigh of relief escapes you, quickly replaced by a gasp when Toji resumes a faster pace, his hands gripping your hips with renewed strength.
“Well done,” Sukuna murmurs, his smirk returning in full force. “But now, no more distractions. We’re not done with you.”
Toji slows his movements to a complete stop. You feel his cock slide out of you, leaving you empty, panting, your body shaking with a frustration you refuse to admit out loud.
An involuntary moan escapes your lips, a low, desperate sound that betrays your need, and Toji chuckles softly, his hands still firmly planted on your hips.
“You’re insatiable, aren’t you, Mama?” he murmurs, his raspy voice caressing your ear like a promise. He releases you, but only to pivot and sit on the chair in the corner of the booth, his massive body filling the space as if it were meant to dominate every corner of the narrow room.
His pants are still halfway down, his cock erect, glistening with your arousal, and he looks down at you with a smirk, his dark eyes shining with a possessive gleam. “Come here,” he orders, patting your thigh authoritatively. “Show me how much more you want.”
Your legs tremble, barely able to support yourself, but you obey. You approach hesitantly, and Toji doesn’t give you time to think. His hands grab your hips, pulling you towards him with a force that makes you sway.
In an instant, he has you straddling him, your thighs spread on either side of his hips, your body exposed, vulnerable. You feel his cock pressing against you, hard and hot, and a shiver runs through you, your breath hitching in anticipation.
“Look at you,” Toji murmurs, his hands sliding up your thighs, caressing the sensitive skin before moving up to cup your ass. “You’re so perfect like this, all wet, so ready for me.”
His words, laden with desire and a hint of teasing, make you blush, but they also ignite a heat in your lower abdomen, a fire you can no longer ignore. He guides your body, lowering you slowly onto him, his head parting your lips with a precision that makes you moan.
“Go ahead, take me,” he growls, his voice vibrating with anticipation. “Show me what a good girl you are.”
You impale yourself on him, slowly, every inch stretching you again, and the pleasure is so intense that your eyes close, your head tilting back. Toji grunts, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place, and he begins to move beneath you, his thrusts slow but powerful, each movement making you see stars.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "You were made for my cock, mama. Tell me you like it."
"I like it... I like it," you gasp, the words escaping your mouth before you can stop them. Your voice trembles, but it's sincere, and Toji rewards your confession with a deeper thrust, making you cry out softly.
Sukuna, who had been watching the scene until now, steps forward, his shadow falling over you like a delicious threat. He stands in front of you, his member still hard, glistening from your previous strokes, and he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “All impaled on his cock, ready to take me in your mouth. You are, aren’t you?”
His words, part praise, part insult, make you shiver, and you feel another wave of heat rising inside you. He releases your chin to grab a handful of your hair, pulling just enough to make you moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sends you into a tizzy.
“Open your mouth,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Show me what that pretty little mouth can do.”
You obey, your lips parting almost instinctively, and Sukuna wastes no time. He guides his cock to your mouth, the tip brushing against your lips before slowly sliding inside. The salty taste of his precum invades your senses, and you moan around him, the sound muffled by his presence.
"Atta girl," he groans, his hips moving forward slightly to sink deeper. "Suck me good, you little slut. Make me feel how bad you want it."
You start to move, your tongue sliding along his length, exploring every vein, every contour, as your lips tighten around him. Sukuna groans, his fingers tightening their grip in your hair, and you feel his control waver, just for a moment, before he takes the reins again.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," he murmurs, his voice husky, almost admiring-pink. "Look at you, sucking me off while Toji fucks you."
Toji, beneath you, accelerates his movements, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, and each thrust makes you moan around Sukuna's member, intensifying the sensations.
“You’re so sexy like this,” he groans, his hands caressing your hips, your ass, your back. “Taking you from both ends, like a good little whore. You love it, right? Say it.”
You can’t answer, your mouth full of Sukuna, but your body speaks for you, arching against Toji, seeking more contact, more pleasure. Sukuna chuckles, his hips pushing harder against your mouth, his fingers tugging at your hair to hold you in place.
“She loves it,” he says to Toji, his cruel smile lighting up his face. “Look how hard she sucks. She wants more.”
The words, the sensations, Toji’s relentless pace and Sukuna’s dominance, all of it overwhelms you, pushing you to the edge. They give you no respite, their movements, their words, their gaze consuming you entirely.
Toji impales you with a precision that makes your mind go wild. His thrusts are deep, relentless, each thrust filling you completely, stretching you until your body trembles with the intensity.
His large hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them slightly to better control your movements, forcing you down harder onto him.
"Fuck, you're so good, mama," he growls, his raspy voice vibrating with desire. "Look how good you take me. You were made for this, for my cock, for me." His words hit you like a brutal caress, igniting a heat in your lower abdomen that makes you moan around Sukuna's member.
Your lips slide over Sukuna's length, your tongue tracing circles around his head, tasting the salty flavor of his arousal. You feel his veins pulsing beneath your tongue, his member hard and hot in your mouth.
You apply yourself, squeezing your cheeks together, speeding up your movements to coax those low grunts from his lips. His hand, tangled in your hair, pulls just enough to keep you exactly where he wants you.
"That's it, little slut," he murmurs, his voice dripping with an almost cruel satisfaction. "Suck me like you depend on it. You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, you know that?"
His praise makes you shiver, and you feel your body respond despite yourself, your walls clenching around Toji's cock.
He chuckles, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your hips, making you moan around Sukuna. "Oh, you're perfect," he replies, his voice low and vibrant. "You like it, don't you, Mama? You like being filled, being used like this." »
He punctuates his words with a particularly brutal thrust, making you cry out, the sound muffled by Sukuna's member pushing deeper into your throat.
You struggle to breathe, your senses overwhelmed by the double sensation: Toji taking you with a force that makes you see stars, and Sukuna invading your mouth with relentless dominance. Your body is a battlefield, every nerve on edge, every movement amplifying the pleasure rising inside you like a wave ready to engulf you.
Your hands grip Sukuna's thighs to steady yourself, your nails digging into his skin, and he groans, a raspy sound that urges you to go further, to take him deeper.
"You're so good," Sukuna murmurs, his hand releasing your hair to stroke your cheek, a strangely tender gesture that contrasts with the harshness of his words. “Look at you, while you suck me off…” His hips thrust forward, forcing you to take more of him, and you feel your eyes welling up with tears.
Toji, beneath you, suddenly changes his pace, slowing his thrusts to let you feel every inch of him, every movement deliberate. "You're so wet," he groans, his lips grazing your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Do you hear that? The noise you make for me?"
Each movement produces a wet, obscene sound that resonates through the cabin and makes you blush with shame. But that shame only amplifies the pleasure, driving you to move harder against him, to seek that release that seems so close yet so out of reach.
"Go ahead, mama," Toji murmurs, his voice a challenge. "Show me how much you want it. Fuck me." His hands loosen their grip slightly, giving you more freedom to move.
Your hips undulate, rising and falling on him with desperate urgency. Every movement brings you closer to the edge, your body vibrating with a tension that threatens to break you.
Sukuna, in front of you, accelerates his own movements, his hips pushing against your mouth with increasing intensity. “You’re so good,” he groans, his voice trembling with a desire he no longer bothers to hide. “Keep that up, and I’ll come in your pretty little mouth. You want it, right? Tell me you want it.”
You can’t answer, not with him so deep inside you, but your moans, muffled by his presence, speak for you. Your lips tighten around him, your tongue flicking with renewed fervor, and he groans, his fingers clenching in your hair.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, almost like a confession. “A total slut, made for the both of us.” Toji, feeling your body tense, speeds up again, his thrusts becoming more brutal, more demanding.
"You're ready to come, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice raspy against your ear. "Go on, mama, cum for me. Show me how much you love it, how much you love being our little whore."
Your body tenses, a muffled cry escaping your throat as the orgasm hits you like a wave, washing over you, breaking you. Toji grunts, feeling your muscles tighten around him.
Your body is still shaking from the shockwave of your orgasm, every muscle vibrating with raw, almost electric energy. Toji's warmth, still inside you, keeps you grounded, while Sukuna, in front of you, slowly withdraws from your mouth, finally letting you breathe.
A trickle of saliva and his precum escapes your lips, sliding down your chin, and you gasp, sucking in air as if for the first time.
Your lungs are burning, your heart is pounding, and yet you feel strangely alive, overwhelmed by this sensation of fullness and vulnerability.
Sukuna looks at you, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips, his dark eyes shining with an almost predatory gleam. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low, almost caressing, but tinged with that delicious cruelty that makes you shiver.
He runs a thumb over your chin, wiping away the mixture of saliva and his pleasure, before bringing his finger to his lips, licking it with provocative slowness. "You're a true masterpiece, you know that? All debauched, all ours."
He pulls back slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath, but his gaze doesn't leave you, pinning you to the spot like prey under a hunter's eye.
Toji, beneath you, gives you no respite. His hands, warm and calloused, slide from your hips to your breasts, his fingers grasping your nipples with a confidence that makes you moan.
He pinches them gently, then harder, alternating between caressing and squeezing, each movement sending bolts of pleasure straight to your lower abdomen.
"You like it, huh, ma'am?" he growls, his raspy voice vibrating against your back. “Look at these pretty breasts, so sensitive, so perfect.” He tugs lightly on a nipple, making you arch against him, and a satisfied smile plays on his lips when he feels your body respond, your hips instinctively undulating against his cock still buried inside you.
His thrusts slow, becoming almost lazy, but each movement is deep, calculated, keeping you in this state of delicious tension. You feel a wet heat pooling at the base of his member, a mixture of your arousal and his, sliding slowly out, forming a thick cream that clings to his balls.
The wet sound of your bodies meeting fills the cabin, obscene, almost deafening in the relative silence, and Toji chuckles softly, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck.
“Listen to this,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re so wet you’re making me dirty, baby.” You're such a little slut, leaving all this mess to me."
His words make you blush, but they also fuel the fire burning inside you, the desire to lose yourself even more in their hands. One of his hands leaves your breast to move down between your thighs, his fingers finding your clitoris with devilish precision.
He begins to stroke it, slow, firm circles, and you cry out softly, your body tensing at the intensity of the sensation. "That's it," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Feel me, doll. Feel how good you were made for this. Your little clit throbbing for me, you're so fucking receptive."
Sukuna, still in front of you, watches the scene with renewed interest, his member pulsing slightly as he watches you writhe under Toji's attentions.
"You look beautiful like this," he says, his voice lower now, almost a growl. He moves closer again, but this time he doesn't touch you right away, content to watch, savoring every moan, every shudder that runs through your body.
Toji accelerates his strokes on your clit, his fingers sliding easily thanks to your arousal, and you feel a new wave of pleasure rise within you, faster, more intense. Your body tenses, your hips arching against him, and you moan, a high-pitched, desperate sound that echoes through the cabin.
The cream pooling at the base of his member makes each movement more slick, more fluid, and Toji groans, his own hips thrusting harder to match your movements.
"You're so good," he murmurs, his voice trembling with barely contained desire. "Keep it up, mama. Fuck me, make me come with that perfect body of yours."
Sukuna, unable to remain a mere spectator any longer, steps forward again, his hand stroking his own member as he looks down at you. "Open your mouth," he orders, his voice authoritative but tinged with an urgency that betrays his own need. "You're not done with me."
You obey, your lips parting, and Sukuna slides back into your mouth, more gently this time, giving you time to adjust. But his movements remain demanding, his hips pushing against you.
Toji's fingers on your clit don't slow down, and you feel another wave of orgasm approaching, your body shaking under the combined assault of their cocks.
"You're perfect," Toji growls, his lips nibbling at your shoulder as he feels your body tighten around him. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you love being ours."
His fingers dance over your clit with a precision that pushes you to the edge. His thrusts are deep, relentless, each movement sloshing the cream pooling at the base of his cock, a lewd mix of your arousals making each slide smoother, more intense.
Sukuna, in front of you, invades your mouth with growing urgency, his raspy grunts vibrating in the air as his hips thrust harder, his fingers gripping your hair to keep you exactly where he wants you. “Fuck, your mouth is incredible...” Sukuna groans, his voice trembling with barely contained desire.
Toji nibbles at the sensitive skin of your shoulder, his teeth grazing your flesh as if testing the limits of your resilience. “Feel how tight you are, how your body wants me. You were made for me, for us.”
His fingers accelerate on your clit, tracing quick, hard circles, and you feel your body tense, another orgasm looming, ready to engulf you. The heat of his sex inside you, combined with the pressure of his caresses, makes you lose all sense of what’s going on.
Sukuna, for his part, is on the edge. His dark eyes, shining with a fierce glint, pierce you as he lets out one last grunt, his hips thrusting once, twice, before he lets go.
“That’s it, little slut,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and cracked with pleasure. “Take it all, swallow me. You’re so perfect like this.”
His cock pulses in your mouth, and you feel the heat of his orgasm spill over your tongue, salty and thick, as you struggle to swallow, your muffled moans vibrating around him.
He pulls out slowly, leaving you panting, a trickle of saliva and his pleasure running down your chin. He wipes your face with his thumb, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “Look at you, all debauched. A true work of art.”
Toji, feeling your body tighten around him, growls louder, his hands gripping your hips with a force that will leave its mark on you. His thrusts become more brutal, more desperate. His fingers on your clit don’t slow down, driving you inexorably towards another orgasm. You cry out, a hoarse, broken sound, as the wave washes over you again, your body convulsing with the intensity of the pleasure. Your muscles tighten around Toji, squeezing him so tightly that he grunts, his teeth sinking into the tender skin of your shoulder.
The sharp pain mixes with the pleasure, amplifying every sensation, and you feel his hips thrust one last time, deeply, as he reaches his own peak.
"Fuck, mama," he pants, his voice shaking. "You're mine." His cum fills you, hot and abundant, mixing with the already built-up cream, sliding down his balls and onto your thighs as he continues to move slowly, prolonging the sensation.
He doesn't stop there. Still buried inside you, he bites harder into your shoulder, his teeth leaving a deep, red mark in your flesh, a seal of possession that makes you moan in mixed pain and pleasure.
“This is so you’ll remember,” he murmurs, his tongue licking the bite to soothe the sting, but the mark is there, pulsing, an indelible reminder of that moment.
His hands caress your breasts, lightly pinching your still-sensitive nipples, and he chuckles softly against your skin. “You’re so beautiful like this, marked, filled, all ours.”
Sukuna grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him, and his thumb strokes your lower lip, smearing what’s left of his pleasure. Your throat is dry, your mind clouded by the mixture of shame, pleasure, and that strange satisfaction consuming you.
Toji, still inside you, holds you against him, his hands gently caressing your hips, a stark contrast to the brutality of his previous actions. “You were perfect, mama,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the mark he left. "A good girl just for us."
Your body is still shaking, exhausted by the intensity of what just happened. Every muscle feels heavy, as if the pleasure and pain have drained you of all energy, leaving only residual warmth and a strange feeling of fullness.
Toji slows his movements to a complete stop, his warm breath caressing the red, pulsing mark he left on your shoulder. His hands slide down your hips with unexpected tenderness.
"You were so perfect, mama," he murmurs, his voice low, almost soothing, as he places a light kiss on the bite, soothing the pain.
Sukuna, in front of you, has pulled away, his gaze still intense but less cruel, softened by a glint of satisfaction. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing a strand back, and looks at you with a smirk, less mocking, almost knowing. Toji gently lifts you from his lap, placing you on the chair.
You feel the cum slowly dripping down your inner thighs, warm and thick, a tangible reminder of what happened. The sensation makes you blush, a wave of shame washing over you as your gaze falls to the floor where the shirt, which had been on the chair Toji sat on, is lying.
Drops of cum and your arousal have left a wet mark on the fabric. Your heart sinks, guilt cutting through you like a cold blade. Toji follows your gaze and chuckles softly, but not maliciously this time.
"Oops," he murmurs, an amused smile on his lips. "Looks like we ruined your little present." He grabs the shirt and tosses it carelessly to one side, as if it doesn't matter, but his eyes remain fixed on you, filled with a strange tenderness. "Don't worry, baby. We'll take care of you."
He leans towards you, his face very close to yours, and before you can react, he places his lips on yours. The kiss is gentle, almost tentative, a stark contrast to the brutality of his previous actions.
His lips are warm, slightly sweet, your lips parting to welcome his. He deepens the kiss, his tongue caressing yours with a slowness that makes you shiver, and you feel a different heat rising within you, less wild, more intimate.
Sukuna, for his part, grabs a pack of wipes from his bag, abandoned in a corner of the cabin. He takes one out and approaches you, kneeling in front of you.
"Let me clean you up," he murmurs, his voice unusually soft. He runs the fresh wipe over your chin, wiping away the remnants of his pleasure, then slowly moves down your neck, brushing the sensitive skin with a delicacy that surprises you.
"You were incredible," he adds, his eyes boring into yours. He slides the wipe between your thighs, cleaning away the still-leaking cum, his movements precise but gentle, almost caring.
Toji, after breaking the kiss, takes another wipe and begins cleaning himself, wiping his almost limp member with nonchalant care.
"Come here," he says, handing you a clean wipe. "Help me, princess." His voice is a mix of command and plea, and you obey, your trembling hands taking the wipe to clean the remnants of your pleasure from him.
Your fingers brush against his skin, and he groans softly, a sound of satisfaction more than desire. "You're too gentle," he murmurs, his lips brushing your forehead in an almost protective gesture.
Sukuna slides the cool cloth down your thighs, then over your intimate area, cleaning every trace with meticulous attention. "We have to take care of our pretty girl," he says, a smirk on his lips, and leans down to place a kiss on your lips, light but lingering, his tongue brushing against yours with a gentleness that makes you melt.
You feel strangely pampered, despite everything, as if this moment of tenderness erases, if only a little, the guilt inside you.
Toji, after getting dressed, helps you stand up, his hands supporting your arms while your legs are still shaking. He pulls you against him, his arms wrapping around you in an almost possessive embrace, but one filled with unexpected warmth.
"You were perfect," he murmurs again, his lips brushing your temple. "Forget that damn shirt, okay? You're ours now." His words make you flinch, guilt returning in full force at the mention of the shirt, but his tone is so gentle, so reassuring, that you let yourself lean against him, just for a moment.
Sukuna, still at your side, runs a hand through your hair, gently detangling it with his fingers. "You're beautiful, even like this, all disheveled," he says, his voice low, almost tender. He places one last kiss on your forehead, a gesture that surprises you with its simplicity, its sincerity.
The crumpled, stained shirt, abandoned in a corner, burns your eyes, a stinging reminder of your husband, your marriage, everything you've just betrayed again. Your breath is short, your throat tight with a guilt that threatens to choke you, but Toji and Sukuna seem impervious to all of it.
Toji, still beside you, helps you up with surprising gentleness, his firm but delicate hands supporting your trembling arms. "Get up," he murmurs, his voice low and warm, almost soothing. "We're going to fix you."
He grabs your jeans, wrapped around your ankles, and slowly pulls them up, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your thighs. Each touch makes you shiver, a mixture of reminiscence of pleasure and shame that knots your stomach.
Sukuna, for his part, picks up your top, crumpled from the floor, and hands it to you with studied nonchalance. "You're still so sexy, even after all that," he says, his voice tinged with teasing admiration.
He helps you put it on, his fingers brushing your shoulders, your back, with a tenderness that contrasts with his usual confidence. He straightens the fabric, making sure it hangs perfectly.
"There," he murmurs, his gaze sliding over you. "Perfect." You feel anything but perfect. Your cheeks are burning, your heart is pounding, and you avoid your reflection in the mirror, terrified of what you might see. A disheveled woman, marked, guilty.
You nervously adjust your clothes, trying to regain a respectable appearance, but every movement reminds you of the semen that has dripped down your thighs, the pulsing mark on your shoulder, the soiled shirt you don't even dare pick up.
Toji, noticing your discomfort, places a hand on the back of your neck, a gesture both comforting and possessive. "Relax, ma'am," he says softly. "No one will guess."
But you feel like everyone will. When you step out of the stall, Toji and Sukuna walk with casual confidence, their shoulders straight, their gazes piercing, as if they own the world. Toji opens the stall door, beckoning you forward, and Sukuna follows, his hand briefly brushing the small of your back, a touch that makes you flinch.
You walk forward, head down, avoiding the gaze of the store employees, convinced that your flushed cheeks and disoriented expression betray everything that's happened.
To your surprise, the employees don't seem to be paying you any attention. Their gazes turn to Toji and Sukuna, and the atmosphere instantly changes.
A saleswoman, the one who had knocked on the door earlier, approaches with a nervous, almost reverential smile.
"Mr. Fushiguro, Mr. Ryomen," she says, her voice tinged with a deference that catches you off guard. "It's nice to see you. Is... everything all right? Did you find what you needed?" She glances quickly in your direction, but her attention immediately returns to the two men, as if you were invisible.
Toji chuckles, a low, amused sound, and places a nonchalant hand on your shoulder. "Everything is perfect," he replies, his tone filled with confidence. Sukuna, next to him, nods, a smirk on his lips. "Yeah, we got everything we wanted," he adds, his eyes sliding over you with a suggestive glint that makes you blush even more.
You freeze, shocked by the familiarity with which the employees address them, by the way they seem to know them, respect them, almost fear them. Who are they, exactly?
You knew they had an aura of power, a presence that commanded respect, but this public acknowledgment catches you off guard. Your mind whirls, trying to understand, but Toji, sensing your confusion, leans towards you, his breath warm against your ear.
"There's a lot you don't know about us, mama," he murmurs, an enigmatic smile tugging at his lips. "But you'll learn more... if you want." Before you can reply, Sukuna steps closer, his intense gaze fixed on you.
"We have an offer for you," he says, his voice more serious now, though still tinged with that natural arrogance. "What happened in there? It wasn't just a one-off. We want you. Not just for today, but for good. With us." He takes a step closer, his hand brushing yours, a light touch but full of promise. "Think of what we could offer you. Not just pleasure, but you could have it."
Toji nods, his fingers lightly squeezing your shoulder. "You're not cut out for a boring life, baby," he adds, his voice low and persuasive. "Did you see how you felt with us. Do you really want to go back to your husband after that?"
He gestures vaguely to the stained shirt, still abandoned in the cabin, a reminder of your husband, your marriage, everything you've betrayed.
Their words hit you like a blow. A proposal? A life with them? Your mind is a mess, torn between the excitement of how they make you feel, the guilt gnawing at you, and the fear of what it would entail.
"I... I need time," you whisper, your voice trembling, barely audible. You lower your eyes, unable to meet their gaze.
Sukuna raises an eyebrow, but doesn't press the issue. "Take your time," he says, a smirk. "But you know where to find us." Toji, gentler, gives your shoulder one last squeeze before releasing you.
"We'll get you back," he says simply. "No need to stress now."
They escort you out of the store, their imposing presence drawing the gaze of employees and customers alike. You walk between them, head bowed, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, while they seem perfectly at ease, exchanging amused glances.
They walk you to your car, Toji discreetly slipping a card into your pocket. "Think carefully, ma'am," he murmurs, his lips brushing your forehead in an almost tender gesture. Sukuna, on the other side, winks at you. "We're waiting for your answer," he says, before walking off with Toji, their silhouettes disappearing into the crowd.
The drive home is a blur. Your hands tremble on the steering wheel, your mind replaying the events of the night at the hotel, in the cabin, the proposal, the soiled shirt. Guilt gnaws at you, but there's also this warmth, this excitement, this feeling of being alive like never before.
When you arrive home, you expect to find silence, perhaps your husband asleep or absent. But when you open the door, you freeze.
He's there, in the living room, on the couch. And he's not alone. A woman you've never seen before is sitting on his lap, her lips pressed against his, their clothes half-undone.
The sound of the door makes them jump, and your husband turns around, his eyes widening at the sight of you. "Honey!?" he stammers, panic in his voice. The woman stands up quickly, adjusting her dress, but you don't hear her, you almost don't see her.
Your heart is pounding, your husband's betrayal hitting you like a stab, but ironically, it echoes your own.
You stand there, motionless, unsure how to react. You don't know whether to cry because he betrayed you or laugh in irony because you did it too. Was your marriage really that doomed?
noisy neighbor. pervert neighbor! nanami kento x fem! reader
synopsis: you're way too loud for your poor, perverted neighbor, so he's asking you to apologize.
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), eavesdropping, dirty talk/names, creampie, dIckaddict, cervIxkissing, foreplay, rough, calling while fucking, tears, overstimulation, possessiveness, sperm, jealousy, a little toxic, humiliation, spitting, pvssy eating, pvssydrunk, spanking, fingering, creampie, finger sucking, Nanami has a big dick and obsessed by reader.
a/n: day 2 of kinkober! one of my favorites this month 🤭
words: 7666.
The bed creaking and banging against the wall, the loud moans and screams, the dirty words whispered to you, the slaps to your pussy or ass, your pretty slutty voice breaking the silence.
Nanami hears all of this through the thin walls separating you.
You don't even realize it, too absorbed in the pleasure, in what the other is tearing out of you between your thighs. But for Nanami, it's pure torture. How could he sleep while on the other side, you're being fucked like a whore by someone else?
But still, he couldn't stop his body from reacting to your cries. Hearing your pretty voice crack as the thrusts got faster or deeper, his cock instinctively rose.
But damn. He hates this.
He feels like a pervert when he jerks off every night to your strangled moans, the slaps you receive, your stifled breath, the way you scream someone else's name. But he can't help it. He closes his eyes, slides his hand under his boxers, and lets his shame evaporate with the rhythm of your cries.
And the more the nights pass, the more obsessed he becomes; he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted you to choose him. Just him.
He watches you as you take out the trash in your little white shorts, your too-tight top hugging every curve. He wonders if you're doing it on purpose. If you know your tantalizing nipples are poking through the fabric. That your thighs are an invitation.
Nanami finally decides to go to your door. He crosses the hall and knocks on your door.
You get up and open it, surprised. Your hair still a mess, your half-naked body, that little blue top that hides nothing, your too-short shorts that reveal the tops of your full thighs.
"Hey, Nanami. What's wrong? Do you need help?" you ask, wondering what he wants at this late hour. He looks you over, slowly. Without restraint. He sees your hard nipples, your still-rapid breathing, your thighs slightly clenched. You're dressed like a slut... in your own home. But he wants to believe it's for him.
He wishes it were for him that you're dressed like a little slut so he can rip them off and fuck you like you deserve. He leans over the doorframe and looks down on you with his tired eyes. He couldn't sleep with your slutty moans and screams. And your creaky bed banging against the wall.
"I hear you every night. I can't sleep because of you." Embarrassment instantly burns your cheeks and your heart skips a beat. You thought you were quieter than that and that you could be heard slightly... It's so embarrassing. "I'm so sorry, Nanami... I really didn't mean to keep you awake. It's... so embarrassing."
"Mhh, of course. How are you going to make it up to me? My sleep has taken a hit, doll." What did he call you? 'doll'? Shit, it strangely turns you on. Besides, he's everything you want in your bed. Your neighbor is your fantasy personified. He is and has everything you dream of in a man. Your legs are slightly trembling with excitement.
"So no answer? I expected better from such a slut like you." He sits up and looks you up and down, noticing your thighs clenching. He smiles. You've never seen him smile. He's sexy when he smiles.
"Sorry, Nanami." Your voice is soft and slightly flirtatious. "How can I make it up to you? I'll do anything to make it up to you." You look into his eyes.
You stare straight into his eyes, searching for the slightest reaction. A slow, carnivorous smile stretches his lips. You feel the sexual tension rising between you, palpable, electric.
He takes a step closer and closes the door behind him. His immense body is facing you.
"As you wish, baby."
That nickname again. It resonates within you like an intimate command. You feel your stomach tighten, your pussy react, dripping wet. Your legs almost give way of their own accord. And as if guided by an external force, you slide to your knees, your eyes raised to his.
"Is this how you want to make it up to me? Interesting." His hand slowly comes to rest on your hair, possessive, heavy with meaning. Your fingers slide unashamedly along his sweatpants, to the taut swell of his cock.
"Shit..." he breathes and bites his lip to keep from moaning at your mere touch. He's so turned on because of you. You can see the dark stain of precum on his gray sweatpants. You can't help but smile. You have such an effect on him? He's so needy. It turns you on even more.
"Do I turn you on that much, Nanami? I wonder if you've ever touched yourself on me? While I was getting fucked by someone else..." you ask with a slight, flirtatious smile. He doesn't answer, but his face responds for him. He did it, but how could you blame him? Your moans were so pathetic and sexy that his cock reacted on its own.
You get comfortably on your knees and feel Nanami's cock through his fabric. His cock feels so big, thick, and hot. You can almost salivate over him without even seeing it. After a few touches, you gently push him back until he's leaning against the door. You lean forward, letting your breasts escape from your top so he has a perfect view of you.
Your hands grab the elastic of his stained sweatpants and let them fall to his feet. Your gaze lingers on his black boxers, stretched taut by his cock. Your lips kiss his entire length through the fabric, all the way to his leaking tip of precum. Your hands cling to his balls and play with them. They're so heavy and hot. You feel even wetter.
"Stop playing around, darling. Take that shit off." His voice is deeper, almost raspy. His impatience makes you smile.
You obey slowly, sliding down his boxers, finally freeing his cock. It slaps against his stomach, imposing, then your face, and stands up proudly. You stand there for a second, staring at it.
It's so big and thick, as you guessed. It's decorated with pretty veins along its length, and its tip is red and looks angry. It's so obscene.
"How long has it been since you fucked, Nanami? Your dick looks like it hasn't seen anything but your hand in a while." you ask provocatively, your eyes shining with excitement. You notice his eyebrows furrow slightly. "A long time."
You suspected it, but how does a man like him not get laid? He's clearly the fantasy of many women, and even men; he wouldn't have too much trouble finding someone, especially for one night. "How come?" you ask, looking at him and rubbing your thumb in slow circles over his red, swollen tip, spreading his precum over his head.
"I'll tell you if you make me feel good, darling."
He gently strokes your hair, as if to encourage you. You nod obediently. You collect his juices with your hands, spit in them, and begin to slowly masturbate him. Even with both of you, you can't even cover his entire length.
He moans slightly. You feel his pelvis jerk. He's starting to lose patience; he wants more of you. He wants to feel your wet little mouth around his cock.
"Put your fucking mouth in there, slut. I can't wait. Please me, okay?" His voice is raspy and hoarse with pleasure. Yet, his smile is cruel, but irresistible.
You let him guide your head, offering it up, you open your mouth wide, your tongue brushing against its tip, the salty taste of his pre-cum already tingling your taste buds. Then, slowly, you take it down your throat. Inch by inch.
Your mouth is hot and wet, almost devoted to him. You suck it in hungrily, your throat contracting gently when he pushes your head a little further. You continue to look at him, he groans, his head tilting back slightly, and bites his lip at the pleasure you're giving him.
His cock is so big that it spreads your lips wide, making your mouth water in anticipation. You feel it vibrate under your tongue, its veins pulsing, its tip gently pressing against the roof of your mouth. "Fuck, you have the perfect mouth for this... Shit, baby."
He lets his fingers cling to your hair. To encourage you to take him deeper and follow the movement of your head along his cock, the hungry back-and-forth of your lips around him. And you don't take your eyes off him.
Your eyes fixed on his, despite the tears beginning to roll down your cheeks with each deep thrust. You want him. You want to hear him moan your name, feel his body tense, for him to fuck your throat until he comes.
You hollow your cheeks, intensify the pace. Your tongue swirls around his length, then traces circles around his head before taking him back in your mouth with more voracity.
You feel your saliva forming and running down your chin. You pull away and smile. Strings of saliva connect your mouth to his cock. It's a slobbery, sticky mess.
Nanami looks at you and smiles. He would have liked to take a picture of you. You look so pretty right now on your knees, your cheeks flushed and your pretty eyes watering, sucking his cock like the pretty whore you are.
You put your mouth back on him and slide your hands under his heavy, full balls, gently massaging and caressing them. You feel his grip on your hair tighten. "Watch me while you suck me, slut."
You look up, your mouth full, your gaze fixed on his. You can barely see him because of the tears, but you know he's a mess. You hear it in his hitched breath.
His soft hand slides down your cheek and wipes away your tears of pleasure. You look so pretty there, on your knees, your slutty expression on your face, your lips swollen and red, your throat tight around his cock, soiled by your desire to make him cum.
He chuckles softly, a grin on his lips as he feels how much you struggle to take him fully even though your jaw hurts. You're so devoted to him it makes him laugh.
You feel Nanami's cock throbbing against the hollow of your cheek. He's about to come, you can feel it. His hand tightens in your hair and his muscles tense.
You compensate for the inches you can't take with your hand, squeezing his base, your throat still full of his cock, your movements faster, your saliva dripping everywhere, your vibrant moans resonating against his skin.
Nanami groans, guessing your intentions. His hand grips your hair tighter and pushes your head back with his length. You hear his heavy breathing and the curses he utters into the air. He doesn't want to come now.
"Stop...fuck, baby, you almost had me." His breathing is heavy. He lets his head fall back for a moment, his chest heaving with his agitated breath. His muscles are tense. "You've been such a good girl, but I can't come now. Not until I make you come and fuck you."
You stay there, on your knees, your mouth still half open, panting, slightly frustrated. Disappointment washes over you. You wanted to make him come, for him to fill your mouth, to taste the cum you'd fantasized about so much.
But now, another desire grows within you. It's the desire for him to take you. You want him to turn you over, fill you with his viscous cum, and mold your walls to fit his enormous size. You wipe your tears with the back of your hand, tilt your chin up, and look at him.
Your eyes meet his. He's excited. He wants you so much he can't get out of your mind. You sit up slowly, your body still trembling from the position, and approach him. Your hands rest on his burning chest.
"Do what you have to do then?" Your voice trembles, halfway between desire and want, you were on the verge of begging him to take you until you couldn't walk, think, or speak. You wanted it so much.
He didn't answer right away. He looked at you for a long time. And instead of speaking, he smiled at you. A smile that was almost tender but devastating. His hands slipped under your thighs, lifting you with disturbing ease, as if your weight was nothing in his arms. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around the back of his neck, your chest pressed against his chest.
You feel his breath against your neck, warm, steady. He leads you to your room without saying a word, as if he already knows the way, as if it's his home.
He gently places you on the bed. The mattress creaks a little under your weight, and your heart beats wildly in your chest. He's still looking at you, standing in front of you in the darkness.
"Take off your clothes." His deep voice echoes through the room. Your trembling fingers first cling to the hem of your top. You slowly remove it, revealing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples immediately harden, as if already crying out for his lips. You slide your too-short shorts down your legs and throw them to the floor.
He arches an eyebrow as he discovers your bare, glistening innermost part. "No panties under your shorts?..." His mouth moves closer to your ear, his raspy voice enveloping you. "I should expect that from a girl like you."
A shiver runs through your skin at his crude words, your body entirely exposed to his burning gaze. You're vulnerable, but your gaze doesn't avoid his. On the contrary, you almost provoke him.
He rips off his shirt in one motion, revealing a sculpted torso, bulging muscles, and bulging veins running down his arms. In the dim light, he looks unreal. He resembles a sin himself.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me." His fingers cup your chin, forcing your face to stay raised towards him, before his lips capture yours. The kiss is slow, deep, more intimate than the last. His tongue explores yours with an intoxicating softness that makes you lose your footing. Yet his hands remain gentle, just that light touch to your chin, enough to frustrate you, but enough to stir your desire.
He breaks the kiss, brushing his mouth over your skin. From the hollow of your chin to the curve of your throat, then lower, until he captures one of your nipples between his lips. You gasp immediately, your back arching under the burning caress.
"Do you like it when I lick your slutty breasts?" he breathes, his smile against your skin. You moan, unable to hold back your voice. Your fingers dig into his blond hair, encouraging him to continue.
His teeth close over your nipple, making you cry out in pleasure as he bites it and releases it cruelly. His hand slides between your thighs and rubs your sensitive clit, drawing more desperate sounds from your lips.
"Y-yes..." you moan, almost pleading. He tugs a little harder on your nipple, then releases it with a soft, wet pop, a trickle of saliva glistening between you. "So sensitive..." he says, amused by your state.
His fingers continue to play between your soaked lips, tracing slow circles over your swollen bud. He lifts his head, his eyes fixed on yours. "Look at you... you're arching up against my fingers, darling."
His other hand moves down from your waist to your ass, squeezing your flesh tightly, as if he wants to mark every inch of your skin. His hot breath fanned against your mouth as he watched with a dark gaze of desire.
His fingers leave your clit for a moment, but only to kneel before you. His gaze slides over your soaked intimate area, glistening in the dim light outside. He bites his lip, his pupils dilated with desire.
"I've waited too long for this moment..." he murmurs before roughly spreading your thighs.
You squirm, but he holds you firmly by your hips, and his mouth descends on your dripping pussy. You cry out immediately, your hand coming up to grip the sheet. His tongue traces a long, wet stroke across your slit before lingering on your swollen clit.
"Ugh—!" Your legs tremble, your stomach tightening under this deliciously filthy attack.
He swallows you whole, his lips sucking on your sensitive bud with obscene greed. His tongue flicks, slides, curls, and withdraws, leaving you panting, your fingers clenched in his hair.
At the same time, his massive hand moves up to your chest. His fingers cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, as if he couldn't be satisfied with just one part of you. His thumb and forefinger pinch your hardened nipple, twisting it gently, while his mouth continues to devour you down there.
"Fuck... you taste just as good as I imagined..." he grunts between licks, his words vibrating against your sensitive flesh.
You moan loudly, unable to respond. Your head is thrown back and your whole body tenses towards him. His teeth graze your clitoris and you cry out even louder, your chest heaving with ragged breaths.
He alternates between sucking your bud and penetrating you with his tongue, his hand on your breasts following the same merciless rhythm.
"Look at how you move against my mouth..." He looks up at you for a moment, his chin glistening with your wetness, his fingers pinching your nipple until you arch your back. "A real little junkie has my tongue."
And he dives back in immediately, redoubled his ardor, his hands squeezing your breasts so tightly you feel like he wants to mark them forever. You grind desperately against his face for more sensation.
He spreads your thighs even wider, forcing you to stay wide open for him. His tongue flicks relentlessly, swallowing every drop of your arousal, and you cry out his name, unable to contain the sounds escaping your throat.
He moves one hand up between your thighs, two fingers sliding without warning into your already soaked pussy. You cry out even louder, your hand tightening in his blond hair, the other gripping your own breast to amplify the delicious burning sensation.
“Fuck, you’re so tight around my fingers…” His muffled voice vibrates against your clit as he sucks you in again. “Look at how you swallow them, like a real dog in heat.”
His fingers twist inside you, searching for that sensitive spot that’s driving you crazy, and he finds it quickly. Your legs tremble, your pelvis thrusts against his face, unable to resist.
“Yes… there…” you gasp, eyes closed, voice weak. “Please..!”
He sneers against your bud, sending a jolt through your lower abdomen. His free hand moves up to your chest, pinching your nipple until his knuckles turn white. “Look at you… your hard breasts, your dripping pussy… you’re begging me without even speaking.”
“I… I beg you…” you finally moan, your voice breaking. “You want to come, don’t you? Do you want to explode on my fucking tongue and fingers?" His fingers accelerate, pounding you mercilessly while his mouth sucks on your clit with insane force.
You cry out, your body shaking with spasms, small tears appearing at the corners of your eyes. Your thighs tighten around his head, but he pushes even harder, suffocating you with pleasure. "Give me everything, babe... wet my face, squeeze my fingers... show me how much you want to come."
You finally break. A violent orgasm tears a guttural cry from you, your pussy contracting around his fingers with unbearable force. You tremble, shaken by waves of pleasure that almost make you lose consciousness.
He continues despite your spasms, holding you open, swallowing every drop, lightly rubbing your sensitive clitoris to prolong your orgasm until you can't take it anymore.
Your moans turn into sobs, your breasts clenched between his fingers that don't release the pressure. You arch your back, your body burning, breathless.
Finally, he straightens, his chin and lips glistening with your wetness, a predatory smile on his lips. His fingers leave your pussy with a filthy noise, glistening with your pleasure.
He brings them to your mouth, resting them against your trembling lips. "Open up," he orders, his gaze burning.
You obey and let him slide his fingers into your mouth and giggle at the sight of you sucking them obediently. "There... good girl. You're tasting your own pleasure."
He kisses you immediately, forcing the taste of yourself onto his tongue, and moans against your mouth, the guttural sound of his voice mingling with your still-shaky sighs.
Your legs are still shaking from the orgasm he's wrung from you. He sits up slowly, his chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat. You think he's going to take you right away, but no... he removes his sweatpants and boxers slowly, deliberately, as if to torture your impatience.
His cock springs forth, swollen, heavy, the vein pulsing along its length. Just the sight makes you gasp again. You reach out to touch him again, but he grabs your wrist with a firm grip and pulls it above your head.
"Not yet, babe..." he breathes against your mouth before kissing you with tender brutality, his tongue invading yours.
At the same time, he places his hot head against your soaking wet entrance. You moan immediately, your pelvis trying to swallow him, but he pulls back slightly, rubbing just the head of his cock against your wet pussy. The contact is both delicious and unbearable.
He rubs himself slowly, in circles, spreading your wetness along his length before moving up to your clit. You cry out against his lips, your nails scratching his shoulders, but he doesn't give you what you want.
"You want to beg me, huh?" he sneers, his lips brushing your jaw before moving down to bite your neck. His cock slides again between your swollen lips, pressing against your sensitive nub, and you feel your body tense with each stroke.
"I could make you come just like that... without even entering you." His voice is raspy, his words punctuated by a long, slow in-and-out of his cock against your pussy. "But you're too greedy to settle for that, aren't you?"
You don't have time to protest before he's kissing you again, deeper, smothering you with his tongue as his hips roll gently, brushing against you with every movement. You're on the verge of crying in frustration, your whole body screaming for him to finally penetrate you.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath hot on your mouth. "Then say it. Beg for what you want, babe. I'll give you what you want."
"I'm begging you... I want your cock, please... ugh-" you breathe, your eyes misty, your pelvis grinding against him despite yourself. His head slides against your clit again, tearing a strangled cry from your throat. You're soaking wet, ready to swallow him whole, but he always pulls back at the last moment.
He chuckles softly against your mouth and clamps his hand on your hip to hold you still, his cock rubbing over and over your swollen nub, as if to drive you mad. "You have no idea how much you're turning me on like this, completely desperate."
You bury your face in his neck, your breath shaky, and moan louder.
"Please... take me... I can't take it anymore..." He grabs your chin in a firm grip, forcing your gaze to meet his. His eyes are burning, hard and possessive. "Not yet."
You gasp, unable to bear this torture. Your body screams for him, your stomach tightening with every brush of his cock against your dripping pussy. You look at him pleadingly. "Why?!"
His smile widens, almost cruel, and he just presses the head of his cock against your entrance without actually entering. You feel the stretch, the burn, but he pulls back immediately, leaving you moaning in frustration. "Because I want to be the only one." His voice is low, serious. "The only one to open you up, the only one to fill you. Do you understand?"
You nod frantically, unable to speak, but he tightens his grip on your chin. "Say it."
"You're... the only one..." you gasp, your voice cracking. He presses his cock harder against your soaking pussy, sliding it slowly along your slit. "The only one for what?"
Tears of frustration well up in the corners of your eyes as you cry out, "The only one to fuck me!"
His expression changes, darker, hungrier. He kisses you savagely, his tongue devouring yours, his hips still pressing his head against your entrance without penetrating you.
"There..." he breathes between kisses. “Now that it’s clear… Beg a little more. maybe... I'll give you what you want."
Why is he so mean, you think, but you can't help but love it and squirm beneath him. He moves his free hand down to rub your clit with two fingers, his cock still pressed against your slit, bringing you to the edge without ever crossing the line.
"Tell me... do you want me to be the only one to make you come?" You nod, moaning, unable to stand without his support. He moves closer to your ear, his breath hot.
You tremble, your body burning beneath his cock, sliding again and again against your pussy without ever entering. Your pleas are lost against his lips, your breath hitching, when suddenly his gaze shifts, drawn to something nearby on the nightstand.
Your phone.
He freezes for a moment, a predatory smile slowly forming on his lips. His eyes rest on you, shining with a dangerous glint. "Hm... interesting."
You frown, confused, panting. "What...?" He reaches out, grabs your phone, and plays with it as if he's just found a new toy. "I have an idea." He brings his face closer to yours, his head pressed firmly against your soaked entrance. "You're going to prove it to me. Right now."
Your stomach tightens, your breath hitches. "Wh... what do you mean...?" His smile widens. He uses your head to quickly unlock your phone. "Call your fuck buddy. Now. And tell him it's over. That you never want him again."
Your heart skips a beat. You shake your head, nervous. "I... not like that..." He suddenly presses the head of his cock harder against your entrance, not penetrating, just enough to make you cry out in frustration.
"Yes. Exactly like that." Or I'm not coming home." His voice is low, authoritative, betraying a violent hunger. "And trust me... I can frustrate you all night if you refuse."
Your body betrays him, your pussy clenching, dripping, desperate to swallow him. You gasp, trembling, and finally give in. "Okay..."
He quickly figures out the name of this guy because you've been screaming his name for weeks, and activates the speakerphone, his gaze fixed on yours, a satisfied smile on his lips. When your hookup picks up, you clear your throat, but at that precise moment Nanami starts rubbing his cock between your swollen lips, stealing your breath.
"Hello? Y/N?" the male voice echoes through the room. You tense, but Nanami grips your hip firmly, his other hand squeezing your breast until you moan. "S-talk..." he breathes into your ear, his cock pressing against your clit. "Tell him it's over."
You inhale harshly and blurt out, your voice shaky, "Look... I... I wanted to tell you that... it's over. Our arrangement. I don't want to do it anymore."
Nanami looks at you, his eyes shining with possessive pride. And as soon as the words leave your lips, he thrusts into you with a sharp, deep thrust. Your walls stretch painfully around his thick cock, but it feels so good.
You cry out, your body tense, your old fuck buddy on the other end of the line hearing everything. "What?! Wait, who's with you—"
But you hear nothing. Your cry of pleasure echoes, your pussy tightening around Nanami's massive girth as he thrusts into you in one swift thrust. You arch your back, your nails digging into his back.
“Fuck… you’re so tight…” he groans, his breath hot against your neck. “And all wet just for me…” His thrusts are deep, rough, and you moan even louder, unable to hold back. “mpfhh—! Nanami!”
Your old fuck buddy chokes on the other end of the phone, but Nanami takes your face between his fingers, forcing you to look at him as he continues to pound you mercilessly. “Moan louder. Let him hear how much you’re mine.”
Your legs tighten around him, your body shaking with every thrust of his hips. The obscene sound of your wetness mixing with his flesh fills the room. “Yes… yes! Harder! Please..!” you scream, your voice cracking with pleasure.
He chuckles softly against your mouth and speeds up, pounding into you harder, his head hitting your most sensitive spot with each thrust. "There... good girl. Tell him who's fucking you now."
"It's... it's you! Only you, Nanami..! Ugh-" you scream, tears in your eyes, your uncontrollable moans coming through the speaker. "Only you!"
The other man's breathing becomes garbled, angry, but Nanami reaches out and disconnects the call without slowing down for a second. A smile of pure triumph spreads across his face as he continues to pound into you relentlessly.
"There..." he groans, his forehead against yours, his thrusts wild. "Now you're mine. Mine alone. Call me Kento, darling." Your cries fill the room, your body trapped within his, completely overwhelmed by his thrusts.
You cling to the sheets and moan as if your life depended on it. You can even see the stars when you close your eyes. "I fuck you better than him, don't I? Am I bigger than him?"
You don't answer, too busy dealing with the sensations coursing through your aching body. You feel his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Answer me, babe..."
"You- you fuck me better than him! Ugh- so big, Ken..! Feel good-!" you stammer, moaning. "You feel so much better..."
Nanami grows even bigger as you call him by his nickname, and smiles genuinely, pushing you further into the mattress, his strong hands holding your thighs apart. He gives you no respite: his cock slides out of you with a jerk, before immediately plunging back in, brutally, all the way to the bottom, touching your cervix.
"Aaah—!" » Your cry echoes through the room, your nails catching on the rumpled sheets. "You love this so much, huh?..." he breathes through his teeth, his violent thrusts shaking and creaking the bed beneath you. "My own little slut."
Each thrust makes your skin slap together in an obscene rhythm, your thighs trembling with each impact. His raw heat filling your tight walls with each deep thrust.
His hands move up your body, one on your throat, which he squeezes gently, the other kneading your breasts, pinching your hardened nipples until they elicit even louder moans from you.
Your name in his mouth makes you lose your mind. You arch your back, your pelvis desperately trying to keep up with his rhythm. "Yes... mmmhf- yes, harder! Gosh-!"
He chuckles and obeys immediately. His thrusts become wild, brutal, his cock hitting your g-spot again and again. "Can you feel that?" He slows just enough to roll his hips, his head rubbing the inside of your soaking pussy. "No one else will have you like this. No one."
"N-no... only you!" you gasp, tears blurring your vision. "Say it again." He fucks you harder, his low moans mingling with yours. "Only you! You're the only one who fucks me!" you cry, your body already on the edge of release.
A satisfied smile crosses his sweaty face. He leans down to kiss you sloppily, his tongue crushing yours, before sitting up slightly on his knees to better grip your hips. His fingers dig into your flesh as he pulls you against him with every thrust.
The bed creaks under the impact of his hips and slams against the wall, your body shaking mercilessly. Your clit rubs against his blond hair with each movement, adding a delicious burn that draws uncontrollable moans from you.
"Fuck... your pussy is swallowing me like it was made for me..." he grunts, his jaw clenched. "You're all mine now mmpf-..."
Your stomach tightens, the spasms rising violently. You can feel it, the wave is there, relentless. "I... I'm going to...!"
He leans into your ear, his breath hot and raspy. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love being fucked by my cock."
Your cries burst forth, your orgasm crashing in powerful waves. Your pussy clenches around him, swallowing him with an almost painful force. Nanami moans in turn, a deep, animalistic sound, his hips hitting slower but deeper.
He growls your name through gritted teeth and explodes inside you, spilling his heat without restraint. His hot cum floods you, your contracted walls forcing him to stay buried deep inside.
He remains motionless for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, his breaths short and heavy. Then he chuckles softly, his gaze still dark with desire but lit with carnivorous satisfaction.
His hands slowly caress your trembling thighs, but his still-hard cock is still pulsing inside you. He slowly withdraws and watches as strings of cum cling to his dick and to you.
"It's so erotic..."
You're still trembling from your orgasm, your pussy engorged and filled with him, but Nanami doesn't seem to want to let you catch your breath. Without warning, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you up, straddling you on his muscular thighs. His cock, still hard despite his orgasm, rubs against your soaked slit, letting a trickle of his cum run down your thighs.
"Look at you..." he breathes with a wicked smile, his hands immediately moving up to grip your breasts and knead them forcefully. "Already addicted to my cock even though I've only fucked you once."
You gasp, your body burning against his. You cling to his broad shoulders, your pelvis already moving without you realizing it, trying to have him inside you again.
He laughs softly, predatory. "You think I don't see how your pussy is still crying out for me? Insatiable little slut..." His lips crush against yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, stealing your breath. His hands move down your back, squeezing your buttocks with a firm grip before lifting you above his head. Without warning, he slams you back down onto his cock.
"Aaah!" your cry breaks against his mouth as he pushes himself all the way in, even deeper than before in this position. "Fuck..." he groans, his head thrown back, his veins bulging on his neck. "Your pussy is swallowing me so much."
His hands slide everywhere: your waist, your hips, your thighs, your breasts. He doesn't let go of you for a second, every inch of your body marked by his touch. He bites your neck, leaves burning hickeys, and continues to guide you up and down his enormous cock.
You moan loudly, unable to hide how crazy he's driving you. He smiles against your skin, satisfied. "I'm... addicted to you!" you cry, your pelvis slapping against his in a desperate rhythm. He sneers, his fingers pinching your nipple until you scream, as he thrusts his hips upwards, driving you even harder onto his cock.
"Atta girl. No one else. No more hookups, no more men, okay? Just me. Just my cock inside you, baby."
His words electrify you, your moans growing louder, more desperate, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every movement. He places a hand on the back of your neck and kisses you smuttily, biting your lip, his tongue sliding against yours with possessive brutality. His other hand holds your hip firmly, guiding your rapid movements, setting his pace.
Each thrust is deeper, each kiss dirtier, each word cruder. "You're going to come on me again, aren't you?" Empty you like a slut on my dick…”
You nod, unable to say anything other than his name, your body already shaking with a new wave of pleasure. You're trembling, clinging to his shoulders, your pussy still full of his seed, but Nanami doesn't slow down. He guides you roughly onto his thighs, ramming you again and again in a savage rhythm. Each thrust makes you moan so loudly that your cries echo against the bedroom walls.
“Fuck… you're so tight…” he grunts, his veins bulging on his arms as he grips your hips, grinding you against him. “Your pussy is mine. Only mine. Understand?”
You nod and feel his low laugh against you, then bite your shoulder hard before resuming the rhythm even more brutally. His hands slide everywhere: your breasts, which he pinches and kneads, your waist, which he squeezes as if to mark you forever, your thighs, which he spreads wider to better possess you.
"You're screaming like a real whore in heat..." he whispers in your ear. "You want to feel me deep inside you again, huh?"
You can't hold back your moans any longer, your pelvis moving of its own accord, clinging to him, swallowing his cock in perfect rhythm. "Yes... yes... fill me...! Please, Ken..." you scream, your face contorted with pleasure.
He speeds up again, thrusting into you roughly, until his head hits your cervix. You moan in pain and pleasure, and your pussy contracts around him, and he grunts, his hands holding you firmly so you don't let go.
“There you go… you’re cumming for me… tell me how much you love me…” he says, his voice low and raspy, filled with desire. “I… I love you… I’m yours…” you gasp, your body trembling, your nails scratching his shoulders as a new wave of pleasure washes over you.
Your orgasm hits you with incredible force, each spasm of your pussy leaving you gasping and moaning, your body shaking with uncontrollable contractions around his cock. He barely lets you breathe before his thrusts resume, even deeper, even more possessive.
“Fuck… look how you’re creaming around me…” he grunts, biting your neck. Your body, still sensitive and hot, gasps, completely submissive. You nod, unable to speak.
He grunts lightly, his breath coming in ragged breaths, and speeds up until he explodes inside you, unrestrained. His hot cum floods you again, filling your pussy to the brim. You cry out, your muscles contracting around him as he completely surrenders, his thrusts becoming erratic before he collapses against you.
He holds you tight, his breath hot on your neck, a predatory smile on his lips. Your body, exhausted and still trembling, remains glued to his. You are his forever, addicted to his hands, his mouth, especially his big cock… and he knows it perfectly well.
Nanami slowly pulls out of you, and a hoarse moan escapes you as he feels his cock leave your soaked, still throbbing pussy. The heat of his cum is already threatening to escape, but before you can even move, he presses his hand against your lower abdomen, preventing you from clenching your thighs.
"No, no... you keep it all." His voice is deep, commanding, and his gaze burns with a possessive glow. You're panting, your body exhausted, but your stomach is shaking of pleasure just hearing it.
He immediately slides two fingers inside you, pushing his cum deeper, mixing it with your own juices. You cry out against his mouth as he kisses you sordidly, swallowing every moan you make.
"I came a lot..." he breathes, nibbling at your lips between kisses. His fingers pump inside you, firm and slow, each movement sloshing the hot mixture as it drips out. "Your pussy is made to hold my cum, isn't it, baby?"
You arch your back, completely submissive to his movements, your hips moving against his fingers despite the burning sensitivity.
"Nanami... I... I can't take it anymore..." your voice breaks.
He smiles, cruel and tender at the same time, and makes you lie on your back on the bed and gets on top of you. "You can still. You're holding every drop... you're such a good girl, you can do it." »
His lips move down to your neck, sucking your skin violently, leaving red marks. Meanwhile, his fingers continue their vicious work, massaging your sensitive spot, stretching your cum-engorged pussy.
"Look at you..." he groans, lifting his head slightly, his eyes fixed on yours. "You're going to come again, just because I'm fingering you with my cum inside you. You're getting addicted, aren't you?"
You nod frantically, unable to respond with anything other than desperate moans. Your legs tremble, your hands desperately clinging to his back as a new wave of pleasure rises inexorably.
"Tell me..." he insists, his voice raspy in your ear. "Say you're already addicted to me." »
"I... I'm addicted to you..." you gasp, your voice breaking, before screaming when you feel his fingers curl inside you and your orgasm come again, your muscles contracting around his cum-soaked fingers.
Nanami kisses you then with a satisfied smile, swallowing your cry against his mouth, his fingers still deep inside you, holding everything inside, as if sealing his imprint on your body.
"Good," he murmurs against your lips, his hot breath mixing with yours. "You'll have only me, every last drop."
His fingers remain deep inside you, arched just over the spot he already knows by heart. Your stomach still tightens, unable to catch your breath, and yet Nanami doesn't slow down. He holds your neck with one hand so you remain facing him, his lips capturing every one of your moans.
“Watch me when you come…” he growls, his fingers speeding up, slapping the hot mixture filling your pussy. “I want to see the look on your face when you realize you can’t live without me anymore.”
Your eyes glaze over, your body arching in spite of yourself. Each thrust of his fingers inside you brings forth a new surge of pleasure, until you cry out his name, shattered, unable to hold anything back. “K-Ken…! I’m coming… I… I can’t…!”
Your body tenses violently, your walls squeezing his fingers with an almost painful force. You come so hard that tears well up in the corners of your eyes, your legs shaking against his hips.
But he doesn’t stop. His satisfied smile darkens even more, and he pushes his fingers deeper, curling them to hold you in ecstasy. "Yes... keep it all inside you, slut... squeeze my fingers, keep my cum in your pussy..."
Your orgasm stretches out, uncontrollable, until you cry out, shattered by pleasure, your body fully stimulated. Finally, he slows down, but doesn't remove his fingers. He stays inside you, keeping them firmly planted, as if to ensure nothing escapes.
He captures your lips again, a wickedly tender kiss, mixed with drool and desire. When he pulls away, he whispers against your mouth, "You're so pretty, my angel."
Your body collapses against him, still trembling from your violent orgasm. Your breath is ragged, your forehead pressed against his chest, and your thighs still shiver with the jolts of pleasure. He slides his other hand into your messy hair and strokes it gently, contrasting with the firmness of his fingers still buried inside you. His mouth rests on your forehead, placing a slow, almost tender kiss.
"Shh... breathe, baby." His voice is low, soothing. "You were perfect." You gasp again, gasping for air, but you feel his lips on your forehead, reassuring you.
"It still burns a little..." you whisper in a small, trembling voice. He smiles and tightens his embrace. "Normal. I want you to get used to me..." His fingers move just enough to remind you they're still there, firmly lodged. "I want you to keep everything, okay, baby?"
You shiver, but instead of protesting, you pull him into your arms, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. Your eyes almost close, tired of it all.
He lowers his head, his lips brushing your ear, but this time his voice is not cruel: it is soft, deep, intimate. "You looked at me when you were coming... you don't know how beautiful I thought you were..."
You blush, your heart pounding, and a small smile forms despite yourself. "I think I've become addicted to you..." you breathe, vulnerable.
His fingers gently squeeze inside you, a possessive reflex, before he kisses your forehead again. "That's what I want."
He removes his fingers dripping with your fluids and his semen and puts them in his mouth to clean them with a satisfied look. "So why haven't you had sex in a long time?" you ask curiously.
"I couldn't sleep with someone when I had someone else invading my head," he says, bringing you close. You smile and kiss him. "I guess that's a good thing."
