Pairing: Porn Star!Sukuna x OF Model!Reader x Porn Star!Toji
Synopsis: You’re a small town girl who left for the city to attend school and becomes a popular OF model. You weren't expecting it, but you never thought your pretty face and body would fail you either. So when a talent agent gets in touch with you and offers you a chance to become a star, you take that chance in the hopes of fame.
After making a splash in the industry, you are invited to a party thrown by a major adult director and attend to make yourself known...only you don't expect to run into your longtime adult film crushes. Sukuna Ryomen and Toji Fushiguro are two veterans in the porn industry, famous for their gorgeous bodies, dirty mouths, and big dicks. What happens when they set their sights on little ol' you at the party?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; Older!Toji + Sukuna (Early to Late 30s) x Younger!Reader (Age 22); Strangers/Coworkers to Lovers; Mild Power Play; Threesome; Reader Has Nipple Piercings; Drunk Sex (verbal consent is given tho); Sex on Camera; Dom!TojiSukuna x sub!Reader; Sex Swing; Dual Deepthroat; Toji is an Eater; Throatfucking; Spitroasting; Dick Piercing; Spit Play; Rough Sex; Degradation + Praise; Spankings; Pussy Swats; Creampie + Throatpie; Aftercare
Word Count: 10.5k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note:I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now & I couldn’t sleep until I started writing it lmaoo. My brain is a fucking gutter. I hope y’all enjoy this one! -Jazz
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You have never seen a house as big as the one you're standing in front of.
You have only seen such homes in TV shows like “Real Housewives” and movies like “Scarface”. It is huge, towering over you three stories high with multiple wings, balconies, and two pools (one in the backyard and the other in the front). You can already imagine a multitude of insane parties happening here.
“Isn’t it awesome?” Mai asks you with a giggle. She stands beside you on the cobblestone of the driveway teeming with luxury sportscars that already tell you that tonight’s guests are beyond well off in their lives. “I’ve been here so many times before and I still get chills lookin’ at this fuckin’ monster.”
She stands in a cheetah-printed crop top and skirt that hugs her perky ass and shapely legs, coming neck to neck with you in her red bottom heels. She looks positively delicious; like the vixen she portrays herself as in her viral videos that are on every porn site you can think of.
You don’t say anything, too busy shivering in your mini dress and biting your glossy lip in apprehension. From behind you, you hear a short slam and jump, turning to see Mai’s older sister Maki shutting the limo door after paying the chauffeur.
She turns to face you both with a scowl as the limo rolls off, looking slightly irked. “He would’ve gotten more of a tip if he had better champagne,” she huffs.
“Oh, hush, sis,” Mai chuckles. “You still downed those two glasses like your life depended on it.” Maki rolls her eyes, but smirks, not denying nor admitting it.
She looks just as fantastic as Mai does in her hip-hugging, red cocktail dress and heels, her muscles outlined by the tight, skin-clinging fabric. Her long green hair is tied up in a ponytail, pairing nicely with her burgundy glasses. She looks like she could spit on you, pin you to the ground with her heel, and demand you thank her for it. Like her little sister, Maki is known for her Fem Dom/Dominatrix pornos, making her audience fall in love with her muscles and merciless attitude in her videos.
The Zenin sisters are the first pornstars that you actually met when you started your career in the industry a year ago. At the time, you knew nothing about the porn world, so they scooped you under their wings and taught you everything they know, in addition to your talent agent. At the time, you were just an OnlyFans model…though one of the most popular ones on the site.
You can hardly believe that only a couple years ago at nineteen years old you were a small town girl making OF content to pay your way through school. And now, at the fresh age of twenty-two, you’re standing in the front of a dream house in expensive heels and about to rub elbows with celebrities. It truly is a dream come true.
But even so, you can’t help but shiver in the warm summer air, thinking that you should’ve worn a jacket. But that would’ve messed up the cute outfit Mai helped you pick out while shopping yesterday. The bright, hot pink shade of the skin-tight mini dress makes your skin and eyes, rimmed in black liner and framed with thick lashes, pop. It also hugs your hips, tits, and ass–all of the features that have made your photos and videos so popular.
However, your sexy dress, heels, and makeup do nothing to make you feel like the vixen or sexy slut people see you as. You almost feel like a fraud standing here. “I-I don’t know about this, girls,” you stammer, earning the sisters’ attention. “I just feel kinda weird about this.”
“Hey, that’s normal!” Mai comforts, putting a hand on your shoulder. “It’s just first-time jitters, y’know? I felt the same way when I went to my first industry party. It all feels weird, but once you get some booze in ya, you’ll feel fine!”
Maki nods, gently knocking her hip with yours. “While I don’t condone alcoholism, Mai is right. You belong at this party just as much as we do, Y/N. Why else would you have gotten that invite?” She gives you a smirk, her eyes glittering with mirth behind her spectacles. “Everybody wants to meet their new favorite pornstar,” she teases.
You feel your face grow hot as the sisters giggle amongst each other. “Now come on!” Mai giggles, grabbing your hand. “Let’s get in there and party! We need to get you a real drink, girly.” She and Maki drag you up to the mansion where they give the guard there your name. You are given a fancy wristband for security reasons and then led into the luxurious, over-the-top party.
Your eyes don’t know where to look first, taken aback by the designer outfits, flashing lights, abundance of champagne, and familiar faces you’ve seen in music videos and magazines. There aren’t just porn stars here but real Hollywood elite. “Wow,” you murmur in awe. You already feel like a fish out of water despite Mai’s hand in yours.
“Incoming, you guys,” Maki whispers. “Blonde bimbo at twelve o’clock.” As if on cue, your hear the sound of clicking high heels approaching you and come face to face with a tall, slender blonde with the prettiest legs and toned arms in a squeezable black dress.
“I heard that, Zenin,” she huffs. “Don’t act like you don’t like all of this pretty blonde…” She pauses, looking at you, and her jaw drops. “Omigod, is this her?!” she gasps. “Y/N, right? I’ve heard so much about you! You’re even prettier in person!”
“This is Yuki Tsukumo,” Mai introduces with a giggle as your face grows hot from the compliment. “She’s actually dating–”
“Me,” a male voice cuts in, coming up behind Yuki. You gape at the sight of Choso Kamo–tattooed, pierced up, eyeliner rimming his pretty eyes, and just as hot as his girlfriend. He gives you a kind smile, stretching out his hand for a shake. “Pleasure to meet you Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
You try not to shake all over as you shake his hand, having been a fan of his for some time. You’ve seen videos of him and Yuki together, the both of them often filming content in their luxurious condo or on trips. “Good things, I hope,” you giggle.
“Taught her everything we know,” Maki proudly says, looking upon you as if you are her daughter. Yuki rolls her eyes, probably not believing much of this. “So how’s it feel goin’ from OnlyFans to this?” she curiously asks, playing with Choso’s rings on his fingers.
You take a moment to think about this. It seems like just yesterday they were taking you under their wing after you shot your first video. Though it was a solo one, it was among the hottest trending video, and soon, you had an agent and bookings for more and more scenes with the hottest adult stars in the industry. You got so big that people started recognizing you at the grocery store and gas station, leading you to wearing sunglasses and hats to conceal your identity.
As for school, sure, you’ve gotten looks and snickers your way, but nothing too traumatic where you had to drop out. You are still getting good grades and headed right to graduation…but what you’ll do with your degree is a different story. But for now, all you have to think about is looking hot and drinking lots tonight.
“It feels kinda–”
“There you are!” a familiar voice cuts you off. You turn, finding your talent agent in her own skin-tight dress with her hair pinned up all business-like. She passes you a glass of champagne, giving you a big hug. “I was waiting for you to arrive,” she squeals. “Seems like you’re already making rounds too.” She gives a sheepish smile to the crowd you’ve gathered. “Apologies, folks, but the host said he wants to miss my client.”
Yes, the host! The big-time director that is throwing this party. You feel your stomach flip with nerves and you sip your champagne in the hopes of quelling it.
“Don’t look into his eyes,” Choso jokingly whispers. Yuki giggles, playfully smacking his chest. “And he talks a lot, so you may want two drinks for that,” Maki adds while Mai gives you a comforting squeeze.
“Go ahead, enjoy yourself, girly!” Yuki encourages you. “You can circle back to us later. This house is too fuckin’ big to not explore.”
And after being whisked off to meet the host, who isn’t as bad as the group let out (probably just teasing you), explore the house you do. You chat up actors, scriptwriters, producers, and editors; eat all the shrimp and d'oeuvres you can stomach; drink champagne until you’re feeling bubbly, sexy, and confident.
Unfortunately, your confidence and third glass of bubbly land you at the pool in a conversation with a lame, close-talking bald guy who practically stands over you and breathes onto you as he talks about his editing skills. “I did a lot of Bonnie Blue’s stuff when she got real big,” he says over the loud, upbeat music pumping from the speakers overhead.
You lean back from the man, putting on a fake smile to appease him. “O-Oh, that’s cool,” you weakly say. He looks pleased by that, slurping at his red solo cup filled with spiked punch that suddenly looks appetizing. “I could edit your videos too one day,” he offers, his eyes eager. “I’ve seen your stuff before, but they don’t ever get your best angles.”
He goes on and on, and you swear that you dissociate. Quickly, you search for an outlet by finishing your champagne and putting it on a nearby table. “S-Sorry, but I have to use the bathroom,” you lie. The editor pauses, grins, and waggles his fingers at you as if the idea of you peeing is somehow adorable to him. “Hurry back,” he flirtatiously tells you, giving you a wink.
You give him a tight smile and practically hurry off, doing your best to not stumble about in your heels due to the champagne’s effects. Instead of going to the bathroom like you told the balding man, you find yourself venturing off to the punch table in search of someone you know and some of that punch spiked with vodka. When you finally get a cup and take a sip, you turn too quickly and smash right into a broad, hard chest. “Oh, shit!” you gasp, stumbling over your heels.
A hand snatches out to grasp your elbow and steady you as the punch in your cup sloshes slightly onto the floor. “Whoa, whoa, little lady,” the deep, rasped, and rather familiar voice chuckles. “Careful. Almost spilled your drink all over your pretty dress.”
You huff in surprise from the sudden situation and look at your savior to apologize again…only to be looking at a sliver of chest and a silver chain glinting under a mesh black buttoned top. Your eyes trail up, up, up to a thick neck, broad shoulders, and the handsome face that belongs to one of your ultimate porn crushes.
Toji Fushiguro is much taller in person, standing at six-foot whatever, towering over you in his black jeans and red bottom shoes. He always manages to make his costars look small when they are underneath his big body or being mounted by him. He is also finer in person too–his steely eyes transfix you and you envision licking the faint scar at the left side of his mouth.
He is a veteran in the porn industry. You’ve been watching this man for years, becoming slightly obsessed with him and the way he performs in his videos. He is a decorated porn star for a reason, known for the big third leg that you definitely aren’t staring at and thinking about taking out, slurping down, and putting inside your—
“Uh…you okay? Helloooo?” Toji draws out, waving a hand in front of your face. He genuinely looks concerned at your faraway look. You blink, your body hot like fire with embarrassment and shock. “Uh…um…” You can’t speak; you’re completely stunned into silence, your voice stolen by this man and his expensive cologne tantalizing your senses.
“Asshole, did you get my drink?” an even raspier voice suddenly barks. The stranger comes up beside Toji and his presence feels like a smack in the face. He is just as tall as Toji with tattoos, piercings, and a permanent scowl that would make anyone uncomfortable. His undercut topped with pink spikes of his hair compliments his face, sexy as he is familiar, trailing down to dangling silver earrings.
He wears a burgundy shirt that hugs his muscles, each one annoyingly defined, dark washed ripped jeans, and boots. His fingers and wrists are adorned in rings and chain bracelets, bringing your attention to the big, veiny hands you’ve seen squeeze his costars’ necks as he drives his cock into them over and over again.
Sukuna Ryomen is known for his dirty mouth, hulking height, beefy body, and large cock that is just as pretty as Toji’s. He, too, is a veteran in the industry though both stars are in their late thirties. Sukuna is also known for his resting bitch face which he lays on you heavy now as he stares you down with his crimson eyes.
Those eyes that have disturbed your dreams and made you rub your pussy many times than you can count. “Who the hell is this?” he grumbles to Toji. “You go off flirtin’ with the young girls again?”
Toji rolls his eyes. “We just bumped into each other and I was checkin’ to see if this cutie was alright…but from the sound of it, she’s either starstruck or had a brain aneurysm.” You realize now that you’ve been standing here completely silent for the past three minutes now.
“Hey, girly,” Sukuna grumbles, waving a finger in front of your eyes. “Ya good? This man botherin’ you?” He smirks, his pierced bottom lip curling into a smirk. “It’s okay, you can tell me. Ain’t he a creep?”
“Fuck you,” Toji spits before turning to face you again. He hums thoughtfully, tapping a finger to his chin. “You know, you look kinda familiar. Have we filmed before?”
He asks it so casually: Have we ever fucked on camera before? Finally, you find your voice, clutching your cup of punch for liquid confidence. “N-No,” you stammer. “No, but I know you. N-Not personally, but I’ve seen your videos.” You peer up at each of them with as much will power as you can muster; their intense eyes and mingled cologne scents make you dizzy. “I’m a big fan,” you add.
Toji’s eyes sparkle with interest, making your stomach flip. “Ohhh, so you’re a fan,” he drawls out, nudging his pink-haired colleague. “Ain’t that cute, Sukuna? She’s seen us in action before.”
Sukuna just raises a pierced brow at you, stepping aside to get himself some punch. “So has everyone else,” he grumbles, turning his muscular back to you. It feels like a door slamming in your face. Toji waves him off, giving you a wink. “Don’t let the act fool you. He loves meetin’ fans…’specially the cute ones.”
You will admit that the sly compliment makes you blush in the face. You’ve received plenty of compliments before in your sex work journey, but it’s different getting one from your idols. “So you got a name?” Sukuna asks. Surprisingly, he has turned back around to face you, still wearing that grimace.
Sipping some of your spiked punch, you find the voice to do so. “Y/N,” you reply. “L/N. That was my OnlyFans name too.” Toji’s eyes widen an inch, recognition in them. “Now I know why you look so familiar! I’ve seen you all over that sight!”
“And Pornhub,” Sukuna chuckles. “Don’t deny it now, perv. You’ve had an eye on this girl since she came onto the scene.” You blink at them both, losing air in your lungs. Have they watched your videos before? Did they…like them?
“I know all the newcomers personally,” Toji replies, his tone becoming more suggestive on the word ‘personally’. He turns to you with a grin, chuckling slightly. “I’m shocked we ain’t met before, Y/N. Your agent must keep you under lock and key.”
“Well, I’m still the new girl,” you joke. “I doubt I’d get passed off to veterans any time soon.” Toji passively shrugs and you don’t miss the way his eyes graze over your body. “You never know. Maybe we met for a reason.” You find that you don’t dislike his wandering eye.
“Just whatever you do, just don’t get too chummy with that guy.” Sukuna discreetly nods his chin over at the editor you left by the pool now standing under a disco ball with some young woman in a skimpy dress and stripper heels.
“Him?” you gasp. “I was just talking to him earlier. What’s wrong with him?” Sukuna makes a noise of pure disgust. “He’s a total degenerate. He’s been in the business for years, scowerin’ parties like these for new girls to take advantage of.”
You watch as the editor tries to offer the woman his card, but she playfully waves him off and waves at someone else before walking off much to his dismay. You inwardly cringe, hating that you even stuck around long to pretend to talk with him. “Don’t worry, new girl,” Toji jokes. “You’ll be safe with us…if you wanna stick with us old men.”
Sukuna glares at the term “old men”, but you just laugh, your heart pounding rapidly at the chance of spending the evening with your crushes. “I don’t got anything better to do,” you say in a voice that sounds seductive even to you. If the men heard it, they don’t comment on it. “You’ve got an accent on ya,” Toji curiously states. “Where you from?”
You tell them, mentioning the small population, quiet life, and how you left your town to attend university. Toji asks you about your degree and what you’d like to do once you graduate while praising you for chasing after your dream while earning some big money. You pretend not to let it affect it, but hell, you’re a praise slut.
Sukuna smirks at your story, seemingly taunting you. “Ohhh, so small-town girl came to the city with big dreams for school and got into porn. See it all the time.” You don't let his quip get to you, instead sipping your drink and letting the vodka work its magic on you, your eyes trained boldly on Sukuna’s blood-red irises.
Toji roughly nudges the pink-haired stud, making Sukuna growl in irritation. “He’s teasing. If anyone’s seen your videos, it’s him.” He smirks, leaning closer to whisper to you: “He follows your IG too. On a burner account.”
Sukuna overhears him though and glares so sharply at Toji that his eyes could be knives. “On a burner account?” you parrot, ignoring the flip in your chest. “Are you too nervous to show your face, Sukuna?” You cock your head, pursing your lips at Sukuna. The man stares at you, looking stunned that you even had the gull to go toe-to-toe with him.
Toji looks very interested in you now, a permanent smirk on his lips. “She’s got some bite,” he comments. “I like that.” He nods at the punch table where two shot girls in bikinis have trays of shots for the guests. “I like tequila too. You in the mood for some shots, cutie?” He looks at you expectantly, a teasing brow quirked.
“If you can keep up,” Sukuna adds. “You look like you’re comfortable with that punch.” His eyes roll from your cup up to your face, lingering just a second on your chest. While one part of you wants to melt, the other part of you forces you to square your shoulders and flash him a pretty smile. “I’m comfortable with anything,” you remark, a cocky tone to your voice.
Sukuna, still giving you that intense, hot scowl, takes a shot from the tray and passes you one. “I’m sure you are,” he replies, but it doesn’t sound like he’s talking about tequila anymore. Especially when his eyes are lingering on your dress, as are Toji’s. You can’t act like you don’t like it. Both of the actors turn to you, shots raised. “Cheers to the newcomer,” Toji offers.
You raise your shot glass too, your pink nails reflected by the disco ball hanging above you. “And to my first industry party,” you add. The actors share a look with each other, the corners of their mouths turned upward. “Even better,” Toji chuckles and you three clink shot glasses before tossing them back.
At some point during your second shot and discussing the best locations Toji and Sukuna have shot in, they are pulled away to chat with a producer while the girls find you flush in the face and very tipsy. “So you met the veterans,” Yuki whispers. “Be careful with those two. They eat pretty things like you for dinner.” You don’t tell her how you would welcome that. The tingle between your thighs certainly does.
“She means that literally too,” Mai chuckles. “They have no problem sharing a girl’s pussy. I’ve seen it firsthand behind the scenes.” Oh, you have too. Toji and Sukuna have performed together many times before, each of them sharing a costar, the both of them mounting, using, and fucking her the way you wished to be…even if it is “acting”.
“Don’t scare the poor girl!” Maki criticizes the two, tugging you towards her. Her breath smells of vodka too. “Just make sure you tell ‘em your boundaries if they try anything you don’t want.” She cups your ear, leaning in. “And if you do want ‘em, you’d better come with details later,” she jokingly hisses. The tingle in your pussy gets much worse after that.
After taking more and more shots with your new friends and your idols, you become very drunk, but you reach that intoxicating, bubbly confidence and buzz that you were trying to get to when you walked in the party. It makes you dance and laugh and wander off to explore the rest of the house by yourself. You venture upstairs and pass by many closed doors where muffled moans and the creaking of bedsprings explode behind the wood before you coming to one door that’s cracked open.
You step inside, flicking on the light, and see a beautiful master bedroom with a king-sized, cream-colored bed in the middle of it. But what has you gaping are two things: the cameras surrounding the bed as if someone was filming a movie in here.
And the sex swing hanging from the ceiling suspended over the bed. You stare at it curiously, walking slowly into the room. You’ve never personally taken part in anything as kinky as that in your videos. You stay away from BDSM scenes and your agent makes sure your scenes only use sex toys you’re comfortable with. No whips, no chains, no rope. Some might think that this is pretty square of you, but you’ve heard of too many stories of where props in porn can go wrong.
However, staring at the swing hanging over you, you start to envision yourself in it, swinging back and forth between two big co–
Creeeeak.
You jump, nearly dropping your cup of spiked punch, and see the two men that you were envisioning just now. “Hey, there you are,” Toji drawls. “We were lookin’ all over for you. Thought you got lost or fell down a hole.”
“Or got scooped up by somebody,” Sukuna adds, shutting the door behind him with a click. Despite it being open, you feel like it was just locked and you are stuck now with them.
Toji waltzes over to your side, carrying his own drink, and gazes around the luxurious bedroom. “This is where the magic happens,” he jokes. “Sukuna and I have filmed in here a couple of times, together and alone.” He gives you a wicked smirk that makes heat pool in your core. “W-With…that?” you stammer, pointing at the swing. He and Sukuna stare up at the swing, blase and familiar.
“What? You never been on a sex swing before?” Sukuna snorts, plopping down in an armchair sitting adjacent to the door. You sit down too on the edge of the bed, needing something to ground you; your legs have become weak and wobbly.
“I’ve heard from many of my costars of the opposite sex that it’s a fun time,” Toji chuckles. His thick fingers tickle the swing, pushing it to and fro. “What’s your favorite part about it?” you curiously ask. “Filming with your costars, I mean.”
The question is out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. Toji stares at you, quiet interest in his eyes. “Why?” Sukuna asks, a smirk playing on his lips. “You interested?”
“Leave her be, ‘Kuna,” Toji snickers. He goes to stand against the wall away from you, putting the bed between himself and you. “For me, I like pleasin’ and teasin’ my girls. I like seeing them beg for me to give them more; to know that I’m doin’ a good job with their body. Work or not, it’s still sex for me and I always wanna leave a good impression. Why do you think I’m the most decorated porn star in the industry?”
“Second best, bitch,” Sukuna growls, taking a gulp of his whiskey.
You turn to the pink-haired stud, crossing one leg over the other. He watches. “And what of you, Sukuna?” you ask. “What do you like about filming?”
His stuffed brown raises, his jaw flexing. The bedroom is quiet, a tension in the air that starts to fizzle and burn. “Gettin’ someone different every single time,” he answers, “and if I happen to film with the same costar, I like to get to know their body. Makes it more fun to break ‘em later.”
He gives you a grin that is the epitome of sin. Toji rolls his eyes while you try not to cream on the spot. “Figuratively, of course,” Sukuna adds with a humorous smirk. “Though I’m just as rough in real life as I am on camera. I like seein’ my costars react to every touch I give ‘em or just what their body will do if I give them what they ask for, both in AND out of the script.”
He pauses, locking eyes with you. His gaze makes you feel like you just took a shot of whiskey head on and are now going dizzy.
“He likes teasin’ his girls too,” Toji chuckles. “I’ve seen ‘em behind the scenes before: makeup runnin; eyes a-glaze, moans loud enough to damn near break glass. It ain’t just all actin’, sugar.” He too locks you down with a look that makes your pussy throb and your nipples grow hard under your dress.
“Cameras and editing only do so much,” Sukuna adds, “but for me? The sex is all real…and so are the orgasms.” He has to have said that on purpose, having some ulterior motive you’re sure. Whatever it is, it works and you have to clench your thighs to dampen the annoying tingle growing between them.
“But a shower and a break never hurt,” Toji jokes, cocking his head at you. “I’m sure it’s the same for you. So now it’s your turn, cutie: what do you like about filming?”
Now that the attention is on you the way you’ve secretly been wanting, you can barely handle it. You have sex on camera for work, for crying out loud, and yet you’re blushing from the mere eye contact of these two!
“I guess…being on camera,” you answer, toying with a thin thread on the bed. Sukuna sucks his teeth. “Lame!” he groans. “That’s such a repetitive answer.”
“No, a repetitive answer would’ve been ‘cumming’,” Toji protests, making the two snicker among each other. “Funny, I thought you would’ve said that, cutie…not that we’d blame ya. That’s what porn was made for.”
You can feel a rush of heat overwhelm you, more of embarrassment than arousal. You avert your eyes from the veterans’ gazes, not wanting to see their pity or judgment. “W-Well…I never cum in any of my videos,” you softly admit. “With my costars, I mean. It’s always on my own and usually, I’m drunk.” Admittedly, you’ve never filmed a video on your OF account or with a co-star sober; you always have to have a shot of something to get you in the mood and loosen you up.
Consequently, your body started to rely on the buzz, making it easier to cum on camera. When you’re by yourself using your toys or fingers, you have no issue. But with a costar? It has never happened. You’ve always had to–
“Hold up,” Toji says, putting out a hand, fortunately not letting the tense silence stretch on. “You’re tellin’ us that you fake your orgasms with your costars?” You bite your bottom lip and nod, still refusing to look at him.
Sukuna’s laugh is loud and raucous, making you flinch. “Damn, are they that bad, girly?” he cackles.
“No!” you protest, face aflame. “I’m just not comfortable doing that with another person on camera. I never saw it as a big deal ‘cause it’s just a job. Besides, no one’s ever told me that my orgasms look fake.” You have always received such praise from your costars, fans, and the directors you’ve worked with on your O face and moans.
“Yet,” Sukuna adds, shaking his head at you. “But now that we know, I’ll never look at your videos the same again.”
You pause, finally looking up at him. Your heart is beating wildly in your ears. “You’ve…watched my videos?” you ask, shocked.
A slow smirk stretches across his face, his lip ring glinting at you as he licks at his bottom lip of the remnants of whiskey there. “And what if I did?” he asks, his tone sultry and low. “Would that finally make you get up from that chair and stop eye-fuckin’ me?” He holds his whiskey glass in his hand in a way that draws your eyes to it, envisioning those thick, ringed fingers wrapped around your neck.
“What?” you dumbly ask. Your brain has short circuited; you can’t seem to think straight. The booze you consumed earlier doesn’t help you either.
Toji chuckles at your adorableness while Sukuna tsks, rising from his seat. Your eyes follow him. “Y’know, the coy act was cute before,” he drawls, “but we’re not in public anymore, so you can drop it. I know you like what you see.” He smiles down at you, all of those pearly whites glinting at you. “And I do too,” he finishes.
His eyes are feasting upon you, devouring you inside of your skin-tight dress. Toji does the same, making you feel naked. “I admit that I was frontin’ earlier: I have watched your videos before,” he confesses, his bottom lip briefly catching between his teeth. “Every single one. I’ve been a fuckin’ simp for you since your OF days.” Hearing that is like taking another shot of spiked punch: you feel dizzy and unbalanced even when you’re sitting down.
It only gets worse when Toji slowly comes around the bed to sit beside you, his hand inches from yours. “But the idea of you not cumming your brains out with your costars is a damn tragedy,” he coos. He taps his finger against his chin, glancing beside him. “Hmm…what can we do to change that, Sukuna?”
Sukuna comes around from beside his co-star to sit on your other side, boxing you between himself and Toji. His eyes are intense but his smile is lazy as if he knows that he's got you hook, line, and snicker. “I’ve got a couple ideas.”
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he means. You’re steaming like a teapot at this point, your panties soaked in your gush. “B-But the party–”
“Fuck the party,” Sukuna growls, desire in his voice. “Trust me; no one is comin’ up here unless they’re fuckin’.” As if to prove his point, a shrill whine echoes through the walls, making the two men laugh.
A slow smile appears on Toji’s face as his hand gently covers yours. His touch is like fire to you. “So how’s about it, cutie? You wanna spend some more time with your favorite celebrities?” he asks, raising a teasing brow at you. “We know you want this.”
Sukuna nods, a twinkle in his red eyes. “Mmm-hmm…bet she’s been dreamin’ about this.” One of his fingers lightly trails up your leg to your thigh, giving you the shivers.
You swallow hard, your hands shaking around your cup. Noticing your apprehension, Toji keeps his hand on yours. “All you have to do is ask for what you want or tell us no. It just pains me to see a girl as sexy as you not have the time of her life with her co-star.” He leans in towards your ear, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. “Good thing you got two,” he whispers.
Sukuna gives an airy laugh that makes your pussy clench and your stomach flip-flop. You know that you should say no, but the scent of their cologne and the arousal you feel push you to agree. So what do you do? You polish off your punch and allow the two men to put their hands and lips on you.
You start with Toji, boldly turning towards him and placing a hand on his cheek to bring him towards your face. He is more than happy to oblige, pressing his juicy, succulent lips to yours. Finally. How you’ve imagined what his mouth would feel like on yours. His lips part to swirl his tongue, spiked with the taste of tequila, against yours as a bit of stubble tickles your chin. It makes you even wetter.
And then it’s Sukuna’s turn. When you pull away from an aroused Toji with his dilated pupils and heavy breaths, Sukuna practically grabs you and plants a deep, wet one on you, but you don’t mind–you love it rough and wet. His pierced tongue slides against yours during the frenzied kiss, soft moans drifting between you, spit sliding between your lips and tongues.
Soon, you are being passed between the two and kissed silly, their big hands cupping your face. They are both extremely good kissers, you tell them. “Thank you, baby,” Toji chuckles against your bottom lip that he gently sucks on. “Had a lot of practice.” Then their lips are on your neck, shoulders, and jawline, their lips touching places that make your nipples visibly harden under your dress.
Sukuna notices and brushes his hands up your chest as Toji kisses your neck, his hands caressing your waist. You face away from Toji, instead facing the pink-haired stud wearing the wicked smirk as he massages your tits. “Someone’s real excited,” he chuckles, his glinting eyes and piercings remind you so much of the Big Bad Wolf’s teeth. “What should we do about that?”
Toji answers for him, his thumb and index finger lingering on your zipper. He pauses, his eyes ticking up to gaze across your face. “Still want this, cutie?” he murmurs. Though the alcohol has made things hazy, you nod, knowing that you want this with them. Then off comes the dress, the tiny article of clothing tumbling off of your chest to expose your naked breasts and–
“Nipple piercings?!” Toji guffaws while Sukuna practically growls at the sight of the silver balls squeezing your nipples. “I don’t remember you havin’ these.” You blush, biting your lip as Sukuna’s wandering hands begin to massage your tits. “I just got ‘em three weeks ago,” you whimper. “T-They’re still sensitive.”
Sukuna shares a devious look with Toji over your shoulder. “Even better,” he growls before his lips latch onto one of your nipples, his tongue gently yet possessively swirling around one of the pierced, hardened peaks. Your moans grow louder as he massages the other while Toji busies himself taking off the rest of your dress, tugging it down your ass and over your legs until you’re in nothing but your panties.
“God, you look so good,” he groans. “Good enough to be on camera…actually…” He locks eyes with Sukuna who immediately pulls away, leaving your nipple soaked in your spit. As Toji cups your tits from behind and begins to massage them with his big, calloused hands, Sukuna digs into his pocket for his phone.
You instantly recognize what’s happening and warning signs begin to blare in your head. “Wait, you’re gonna record me?” you ask, covering your naked chest despite Toji’s hands already doing so for you.
But Toji is there to comfort you, taking his hands off of your tits to massage your shoulders. “Don’t worry, baby; this video won’t see the light of day if you don’t want it to. We just have to commemorate this body of yours.” You know that you should say no to this, but the idea of your two idols and the sexiest men in the industry enjoying what they see so much that they want to record you is…pretty damn hot.
So you stare into Sukuna’s phone as he begins to start a video, tapping a few times on his iPhone screen to bring it up. Ping. “And we’re rolling,” he purrs. He directs the phone towards you just as Toji tugs you towards him so your back is flush against his front. “Strike a pose, baby; you’re our little star tonight.”
Toji splits your thighs wide, showing your panties off to Sukuna’s phone. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, your pussy throbbing at these newfound sensations. Sukuna smirks at your pathetic expression as Toji continues to kiss your neck, forcing you to turn so his lips lock with yours. “How’s it feel to be the center of attention, doll? I bet it’s got you pretty soaked right now, hm?”
He reaches forward, aiming his phone towards your panties just as his fingers glide across your slit. “Oh,” you moan into Toji’s mouth. He hums in approval, sucking your slick off of his digits. “Just as I thought. Little attention whore we’ve got here.”
Toji moans with you, albeit in surprise as your cheeks hollow and you gently suck on his tongue. “Oooh, an oral fixation,” he cackles. “There’s a lot more where that came from for you, cutie.”
The two direct you to kneel before them in your heels as they sit on the edge of the bed and strip for you. Your greedy eyes drink in every exposure of skin, muscle, and vein as they teasingly peel off their shirts, shoes, socks, and, finally, their pants. They lightly chortle at you as they unzip and unbutton their pants, their hands slipping beneath the waistbands to finally pull out their cocks.
Your eyes widen at the sight of them–both big, hard, throbbing, and veiny. But while Toji has a happy trail and black, trimmed pubic hairs, Sukuna is smooth shaven and his cock head is pierced at the tip with a silver ring that has you salivating. They sit before you, eyes hooded with lust and thighs spread for you.
“You wanna put that mouth somewhere, do it right here,” Sukuna orders. “I’ve seen the way you give head before. Let’s see if you got what it takes.”
You don’t have to be told twice. You spit into both of your hands, causing the two men to wantonly groan at the lewd sight, and then you wrap your fingers around both of their thick shafts. As you stroke the both of them, up and down from slow to quick, you alternate between sucking on them both the way you imagined doing with your other costars or late at night in bed.
They each give you luscious, deep moans and grunts as you slobber all over their cocks, saliva dripping from your lips and down your chin. You lick and suck and slurp, moaning obscenely as you do, eager for more of them. The more you suck and blow their dicks, the wetter you get, your panties sticking to your sobbing wet pussy lips.
You become familiar with the differences in which they fuck your mouth the more you switch between them. Sukuna is rough and manhandles you in the best way possible, keeping one hand on your neck as you gluck, gluck, gluck him like your life depends on it.
He keeps his phone aimed on you, the screen capturing the best view of your pretty face with your smudged lip gloss and mascara as you suck him cry. He groans as he pries his cock out of your mouth, slapping it against your tongue and cheeks. “Open up,” he demands.
You do so, prying your lips open to allow him to lean in and spit in your mouth. “Now put it back on my cock,” he orders, grinning when you stoop down to spit his saliva onto his slick, hard dick and balls. “That’s a good girl.” Toji groans from beside him, a hand wrapped around yours to help you stroke his dick harder. “That’s fuckin’ hot,” he hisses.
Meanwhile, Toji is a bit softer with his approach at fucking your face, mostly letting you take the reins and show him how much you want his dick down your throat. “That’s it, mama,” he moans, watching you through slitted eyes as you stroke him with your throat. “Gimme that mouth. You’re bein’ so good for me.”
The praise only makes you go harder, wanting to please him as you rub your wet cunt against the floor for some kind of relief. And you do all of this on camera, giving anyone who will watch the perfect show.
“Look into the camera, cutie,” Toji cooingly demands, stopping you from sucking dick to briefly direct your face towards Sukuna’s phone. He grips your chin, forcing you to stare into the phone, eyes big and mouth sticky. “You pervs see this pretty girl?” he chuckles. “Look how dirty we made her. You wish you were us, right?”
Then he forces your head back down, grunting as his cock stays still in your throat that flexes around him. “Keep starin’ into the camera,” he demands, grunting as he stuffs his cock down your throat, shuddering as your spit drips down his balls. You do as he says and stare at Sukuna’s phone, right into the tiny lens as Toji fucks your mouth. Sukuna is less nice, making you gag and your eyes water as he facefucks you. “Usually, I tell my girls to look at me when I fuck their throats,” he grunts. “But somethin’ ‘bout you lookin’ into my phone is too fuckin’ hot.”
Toji nods in agreement, fucking up into your hand now. “Y’know what’d be even hotter?” he purrs. He tilts his face up with a wicked smile, pointing up. “If she was hangin’ up there.”
You and Sukuna look up at the swing hanging from the ceiling and your heart skips a beat. “First-timers are always fun,” Sukuna cackles, grinning down at you. “What’ddya say, princess? You wanna take these two dicks in the air for a change?”
Toji gently pets your head, smoothing loose strands away from your face. “But if you prefer the bed, that’s always good for me too.”
You stare at the swing, imagining yourself curled up in it, thighs spread and arms shaking as you cum. The thought is enough to make you agree. “It’s worth a shot,” you deliriously giggle, pausing when Toji taps his cock against your tongue again, groaning at the soft plap-plaps. “Baby’s so desperate to be fucked, she’ll do anything!” he laughs. “Let’s getcha up there for the fans.”
The two men pick you up and help you onto the bed before coaxing you to stand on the mattress. On wobbly legs, you bring one heel through a strap for your ankle and then the other. Gripping the suspensions for your arms, you crouch down and squeak as you lay back on the swing, your butt feeling a draft due to not being on something solid anymore.
Sukuna hides his smile as he stands on the bed behind you, cuffing your wrists to the suspensions. “Quit squirmin’,” he grumbles. Toji is a lot more courteous and sweet though: “It’s okay, baby; we’ve got you. You won’t fall.”
Soon, after some readjustments, you are fully settled in the swing, legs spread and panties exposed, the wet spot in them quickly growing. You feel exposed up here in the air, but it only makes you hotter and wetter, especially under the lust-filled gazes of your two idols.
“Now that’s a sight,” Toji hums, becoming more aroused judging by the way his cock twitches between his thighs. “Try not to wiggle ‘round too much.” He kneels on the bed, right by your ankles so he’s eye level with your cunt, his fingers prying your panties aside.
“Any requests while I’m down here, sugar?” he teases, hypnotized by the way your puffy, wet lips stick to the thin fabric. Your toes curl in your heels dangling off of Toji’s shoulders, your entire body blushing. “M-Maybe pussy swats?” you shyly ask. He blinks at you, not expecting that answer, but it’s something you even do to yourself.
His face then splits into a wide grin, excited at the idea of you being such a freaky little slut. “Oooh, we’re gonna have so much fun with you~”
He wastes no time giving you those pussy swats you secretly crave, giving you open-palm smacks with his calloused hand against your sticky pussy lips.
SMACK!
SMACK!
You yelp with each sharp smack, your overly-sensitive clit throbbing and pulsing every time Toji’s hand comes down to smack against your cunt. “Oh, fuck!” you moan, dropping your head back. When you do, this gives Sukuna the perfect opportunity to smack his cock against your chin while one of his hands pinch one of your pierced nipples.
You choke out a whine, wanting so desperately to scream. Between the pinch of pain from Sukuna’s fingers and Toji’s pussy swats, your mind has gone completely blank, your thoughts foggy and lust-drunk. “Sukuna, that’s mean!” you whine.
SMACK!
Sukuna gives your titty a smack, making your body flinch from the assault. “That’s ‘Daddy’ to you, slutty girl,” he growls, his crimson eyes dripping with lust. “I can speak for both of us when I say that. This perv loves that shit too.”
Toji hums out an “mmm-hmm” as he dives into your pussy now, pushing his mouth deep against your sticky, puffy lips and clit. Your mouth falls agape as you moan, clutching the swing suspensions as you watch the muscular, older man slurp and swallow your pussy like he has done so many times before in his videos.
Sukuna pulls on your hair so your head falls back to look up at him. His handsome face, toned body, and big cock eclipse everything else, your entire world now him. “Now are you gonna be my good girl and suck my dick for the audience?” he asks. He taps his cockhead against your bottom lip.
Instinctively, you pry open your lips and stick your tongue out, allowing him to wetly tap the head against your tongue. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently reply. Sukuna grins, leaning down to give you a rough, mindblowing kiss. “Don’t get distracted now. That’ll piss me off.”
Obviously, he is referring to Toji’s magical pussy eating, his fat tongue licking across your slit as his nose nudges your clit. Sukuna decides to fuck your mouth anyway, groaning as your tight, wet throat encloses his cock every time he thrusts himself in. You do your best to breathe through your nose and extend your jaw, but you find that it’s a little more difficult while you’re upside down.
But you do it for Sukuna, wanting to please him and his camera. He shines his phone on you, your pretty face filling the screen. “Look at her take that shit,” he cackles. “Bet you pervs wish you were me, eh?”
He directs the phone to Toji bent between your thighs, his big hands prying them apart as he laps at your pussy. “How’s she taste?” Sukuna grunts, biting his lip as your throat flexes around him. Toji peels himself away from you, his lips shining with your juices. “Fuckin’ amazin’,” he pants. “She just keeps on gushin’ for me, the little minx.”
He takes one finger to glide along your slit, causing your pussy to shudder in pleasure and for you to moan pathetically around the dick in your mouth. “Right here too,” Sukuna grunts, referring to the spit dripping down your cheeks to his balls, soaking him. “Shit, baby, you know how to take some dick. This throat is so fuckin’ deep!”
“Speakin’ of takin’ some dick…” Toji takes his cock and taps it lightly against your pussy, softly moaning at the sensations. “I think she’s ready to take some here. Ain’t that right, cutie?”
Yes, yes, yes! That’s all you ever wanted tonight. Your pussy clenches around air at the prospect of receiving some delicious dick tonight, making a soft, embarrassing squelching sound in the process. As if hearing her, Toji leans down to press a kiss to your pussy, causing you to whimper around Sukuna’s thick cock stuffed in your mouth. “Want me to fuck you now?” he cooingly asks. “Say it to me, slutty girl. Tell Daddy how much you need him to fill you up.”
Sukuna doesn’t pull out, so you have no choice but to speak through his thick, veiny shaft. “Pwease, Daddy!” you whine around Sukuna’s dick. “Fwuck me! Make this pwussy yours!”
Toji growls at your pretty, sweet voice wrapped around those lewd words. “Oh, baby,” he coos. “It’s already mine.” Sukuna glares at him as he continues to thrust into your mouth, muscles tense and jaw tight. “And mine too. So hurry up and fuck her before I do it for you.”
Toji can’t have that, so after some more light tapping and teasing, he lines himself up and finally slides home inside of you. Your thighs clench and your eyes widen as you feel your pussy stretch around his thickness, feeling every inch fill you up to the brim.
The black-haired man grips your hips, keeping you steady on the swing between himself and Sukuna. “Ahhh, fuck,” he exhales. “So fuckin’ tight.” He begins to thrust his hips against yours, drawing his cock in and out of your pussy at a slow yet deep pace that makes your eyes roll and your toes curl in your pretty designer heels.
He chuckles at your reaction to him, biting his lip as his eyes graze over your body slung across the swing, hanging between himself and Sukuna. Sukuna’s cock has slipped out of your mouth so you can take a breath, but all you do is moan and wail in ecstasy. God, how he’s wanted to fuck you so bad for so long!
And now, as he grabs your ankles to pull you back and forth onto his cock, you can tell that he has wanted this just as much as you have. You allow yourself to find freedom in it, all of your walls coming down as his cock fills you up in the best way possible. “O-Oh, my God!” you gasp out. “Fuck, Daddy, your–”
A cock shoves itself back in your mouth, forcefully silencing you. “Keep it down, doll,” Sukuna grunts. “I know your little pussy is feelin’ good with a dick in it, but you’ll get us caught.”
“Maybe that’s what she wants,” Toji pants as he pistons his hips against yours. “Maybe she likes bein’ watched and all that shy shit was just an act. Just look at how she’s grippin’ me.”
You can feel it–the way your walls flex around him yet keep him inside; the way your pussy lips slightly stick to his shaft when he pulls out as if to keep him there. His shaft comes back shining in your gush, the vein trailing from his heavy, cum-filled balls to his head pulsing.
“Shit,” Sukuna exhales, transfixed at the way your pretty pussy clenches around Toji’s cock. “Switch with me.” He says it in a rush of air like he can’t get it out fast of enough, desperate and greedy for your cunt.
Toji tosses his head back and laughs, still bumping his hips against yours, his thighs slamming against your ass. “Lemme at least get a few more thrusts in,” he chuckles. “Besides, she looks too cute gaggin’ on ya upside down.”
Sukuna concurs, leaning his head back to expose the column of his thick neck and tattoos skating across his skin. Toji groans at the sight, fucking you a little faster as your pussy grips him so. “Mmm, shit,” he groans, eyes rolling back at the feeling of you wrapped around him, your sloppy throat flexing and pulsing. “Keep that up, cutie, and I’m gonna cum.”
‘Oh, yes, please,’ you deliriously think, wanting nothing more than to take their loads and their pleasure. You want to make them feel good enough to bust and give you their cum.
“Not yet, dickhead,” Sukuna growls. “We still need to switch. Now get outta her pussy and in her mouth before I make you.” Toji sucks his teeth, smirking down at you looking absolutely fucked out on the swing.
“Someone’s obsessed with ya, darlin’,” he whispers. He gently strokes your chin, forcing your head still. “You still doin’ okay? Try and gimme your words.”
Despite your mind turning to mush and your holes leaking with pre-cum, you have never been more okay in your life. “Y-Yes, Daddies,” you stammer, giving them a wobbly smile. “M’okay.”
Sukuna growls with need while Toji coos at you as if you are a baby. His baby. “So fuckin’ cute,” he groans, stroking a thumb along your bottom lip. “We’re gonna make you cum your pretty brains out, babe. I promise.” He pauses to press a kiss to your foot, sweet and light.
You hold him and Sukuna to that when they finally switch; now Sukuna is fucking your cunt off of its hinges while Toji holds Sukuna’s phone to record. He fucks his cock with your sloppy, tight throat, his eyes becoming glazed with lust at the way your soft lips stretch around his shaft. “Goddamn!” he hisses. “How the fuck did we not film with you yet?”
Sukuna chuckles through his grunts and huffs of pleasure as he fucks your pussy in mid-air, holding your ankles to bring you to and fro, bouncing you off of his cock, so hard that one of your heels fall off of your foot. “Like I said before: her agent keeps her on lock. For good reason to ‘cause I would’ve ruined her in a scene.”
SMACK!
His hand comes down hard on your ass, the sound of his palm hitting your skin echoing throughout the room. You have no doubt that he would judging by his possessive grip on your hips and the way his thrusts knock the air out of your lungs.
“Me too,” Toji groans, watching your throat bugle with his cock. “I mean that in the best way possible, cutie. You’re just too damn good at this!” He lightly laughs, relishing your fucked-out expression, your hair cascading down from the air in your swing.
“See? Lots of fun gettin’ fucked on that swing, right?” He moves a hand down to cup your cheek as he fills your mouth with his cock repeatedly. “You look too fuckin’ adorable like this.” He leans one hand over your body to cup one of your tits, massaging your pierced nipple so shocks of electric pleasure zap through you. “Bet you’ll look even cuter when you cum.”
Sukuna, flushed in the face and close to his end, licks his fingers and proceeds to rub at your clit in semi-circles. “You wanna cum for us, doll?” he grunts. “Say it, slut. Say you wanna cum all around my cock.”
You are losing your shit, your grip on reality slipping. These two studs have plunged you into a sea of ecstasy and red-hot euphoria, spit, cum, and your juices dripping off of your body and out of your holes. Toji slips out of your mouth, busying himself by jacking off in your face so you can speak. “Please, Daddies!” you whimper. “Please make me cum! I need to cum!”
The harder Sukuna fucks you, the more you can feel your big O rising, the build-up growing more intense with each passing second. “Please, please, please!” you desperately sob. “Please let your little slut cum!”
The two veterans grin at each other and then at you. “Good girl,” they say in unison.
“Now cum for the audience, doll,” Sukuna groans, his fingers and cock working overtime to make you come undone around him. “Fuckin’ give it to me.”
His harsh tone and sexy demand causes your body to tremble and shake like an autumn leaf as finally, finally, you cum. Your head goes blank and every cell in your body feels like it’s on fire as you find yourself enraptured in the throes of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You’ve never even made yourself cum so hard!
Your feet shake and your hands grip the suspensions so hard that your knuckles turn white as your pussy quivers around Sukuna’s cock bullying your insides, stuffing you full even as your walls grow sensitive. You drench him, making your slick drip down his balls and coat your inner thighs. You whimper and moan into the sex-scented air as you cream all over Sukuna’s cock, soaring and flying among the stars.
Once you come down, Toji goes right back to fucking your mouth, pushing when Sukuna pulls and vice versa. You begin to swing between them as they fuck your holes, knocking all common sense, thoughts, and logic out of your pretty little brain until you are nothing but their mindless slut.
“Fuck, I’mma cum!” Toji groans, plowing your throat as if it is a fleshlight for his enjoyment.
“Me too,” Sukuna grunts. “You’d better take both of these loads, slutty girl. Take ‘em all like a good girl!”
You have no choice but to do so. They each cum with luscious moans and grunts that make your pussy throb, their cum filling up your cunt and their mouth in a rush of spunk that catches you off guard. Toji moans out your name like a prayer and strings of pet names as his cum coats your throat. He then pulls out to finish the rest on your face and chest, covering your lips, cheeks, and tits in his sticky spunk.
Sukuna swears like a sailor as he fills you up to the brim with his cum, coating your insides in him until he is dripping down your asscrack. Your eyes roll back and your head lulls back, exhaustion kicking in as the sex high fades, leaving you exhausted. Your face is sticky and wet with cum, your makeup destroyed.
“Whoops,” Toji chuckles, referring to your new appearance. “Guess I made a mess of your makeup, cutie. Sorry.” But he doesn’t sound sorry at all.
Sukuna chuckles, giving your ass a feeble grab. “She’s drippin’ everywhere,” he cackles. “That’s a pretty sight.” He zooms in on your dripping pussy, capturing the way his cum drips out of your pretty hole.
“C’mon, let’s get her down before she passes out on us,” Toji sighs, obviously just as tired as you. You make no noise of protest as the two work together to help you out of the swing, gently lowering you on the bed like a rag doll.
Toji sits you in his lap, his big body framing yours as his arms wrap around you. “You good, baby?” he murmurs. You silently nod, your head lulling against his chest. “Did ya have fun?” he asks. Again, you nod, making him chuckle.
“Not bad for a first-timer,” Sukuna chuckles. He places his phone in your face, the bright wash of the lens on you like a spotlight. “Say goodbye to the audience, doll. Blow ‘em a kiss.”
You open your eyes to stare into the light and smile, blowing a messy kiss at the camera. Sukuna smirks, ending the video there as Toji holds you close, giving you a taste of what filming with them can really be like.
“And scene. You're a natural, angel."
THE END.
