︵ ೀ mdni. quickie with shiu during his lunch break
“you’re more sensitive than usual.”
shiu leans back in his office chair, hands steady on your hips as you move in his lap. panties shoved to the side, and you’re riding him slow but deep, chasing the feeling you’ve missed for weeks.
after weeks of busy schedules, today you both finally lined up a free lunch slot and you showed up at his door flushed and impatient.
“been a while, hasn’t it?” he murmurs against your neck. he sounds a little surprised every time you get like this, but he doesn’t push the thought. instead he guides your rhythm, letting you bounce at your own pace while his thick length fills you completely.
you whimper softly and roll your hips harder, thighs trembling around him. every drag of him inside you feels fuller and hotter than usual after the dry spell. he notices right away.
“easy, baby. you’re shaking already.” his thumbs stroke your waist under your top. “all that time apart and now you’re this worked up. couldn’t wait, could you?”
you nod, biting your lip as you keep moving, taking him again and again. the chair creaks quietly under you. the thought of someone walking past his office door adds a rush, but you don’t slow down. you needed this. needed him.
shiu lets out a rough breath, eyes heavy as he watches you. “fuck… you feel so good. missed this so much.” he thrusts up to meet you, burying himself deeper, and you gasp at the sudden spark. he’s so hard, so warm, stretching you so right after weeks of nothing.
“so greedy,” he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “guess going without for so long made you extra needy.” his hand slides up your back, pulling you closer so your chest presses against him. “sneaking into my office just to ride me on lunch break. you really couldn’t hold out anymore, huh?”
you moan against his shoulder, moving faster. the ache in your body builds quick and heavy. he feels it too—the way you tighten around him. and he’s enjoying it so much, watching his pretty young girlfriend use him like you want. his cock throbs inside you, rock hard and pulsing as you ride him faster.
“don’t stop, baby,” he whispers near your ear. “keep bouncing on me. i want to feel you cum all over my cock before my next meeting.”
"I'm not saying you don't know how to fuck your girl, Fushiguro."
Your boyfriend takes a long toke of his cigarette, leaning back in the plush armchair facing the hotel bed. He blows smoke towards the two of you, his eyes narrowing. "Sure fuckin' sounds like it."
You roll your eyes. Even as he watches his girl getting fucked by his best friend, he's got a mouth on him. Any other man would be humbled by such a sight — Toji just stares.
He's hard. you can see the fabric of his sweats straining at the crotch, even from where you lay pressed into the bed. If Shiu weren't fucking you so deeply, you might be able to take a breath, focus your eyes, and discern whether or not that dark patch over Toji's groin is from his leaking pre, or if it's just a trick of the light.
"I'm just saying—" Shiu slows the snapping of his hips and transitions instead into a rolling motion that is more soothing than it is erotic. I'ts good; you like it. You could fall asleep like this, full of cock, the weighted blanket of his body on top of yours. "—you fuck to fuck. I fuck to connect."
Toji snorts from his chair, like he's in a position to puff his chest out. "I'd already be inside of her. No need to connect."
He's certainly not a romantic. Shiu groans, pushing himself nice and deep as he presses a sweet kiss to your neck.
One of his hands (rough, but not mean like Toji’s) snakes down your body in search of your clit. It’s still sensitive from the half-hour of head he warmed you up with, so he’s gentle when he starts circling the pad of his finger around your nerves. You find yourself gasping, hiccuping as air fills your lungs, and moaning as it leaves.
“You hear that?” Shiu glances over his shoulder to Toji, who now looks a little less cocksure than before. He’s restless, adjusting himself in his pants and spreading his knees to make room for the heavy erection he’s sporting. “She sound like this with you?”
Toji rolls his neck, feigning arrogance. “Nope. She’s louder with me.”
He’s not wrong. Toji often has you screaming into the pillow as he drags his fat cock in and out of you. Pounds you, for lack of romance. You like how he’s rough and dirty and strong in how he handles you; but there’s something about the attention Shiu is giving you that makes you dizzy with pleasure.
Shiu ignores Toji from there on. His eyes rove over your face, as do his lips. He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead as he fucks you — his moustache tickly against your skin. It’s damp with your arousal, and you can’t help but wonder if he’ll smell you on his lips later tonight and remember how you tasted.
Of course he will.
The cigarette smoke that lingers in the air fills your lungs, and you turn your head in your haze to find your boyfriend has the waist band of his sweats lowered beneath his balls. His cock is out, but not free — the tight grip he has it in looks near painful. He strokes in time with Shiu’s thrusts into you, taking into account each time he slows to pull back and look at the mess of need you must be.
“Don’t look at me,” he grumbles when he notices your eyes on him. “You wanted this. Look at him.”
You feel like you’ve been caught red-handed, drooling over the sight of him fisting his leaky cock, but Shiu kisses your cheek and leans down to whisper in your ear before you can break your gaze away. “Don’t listen to him. He’s imagining he’s me. Keep watching him, let him know he’s only half the reason you’re this wet right now.”
Your skin warms. Despite Toji’s order, you keep watching him. A gentle flush, one that is so unlike your Toji, paints his face pink. He’s got his lip caught between his teeth, holding a groan in his muscled chest as he watches you and Shiu. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you were being fucked silly, on your hands and knees like a whore — but no, Shiu is practically making love to you.
Your lips part as you watch your boyfriend experience a surge of a million different feelings. Questions he isn’t sure he wants answered; do you prefer the stretch of Shiu’s cock to his? Do you like being worshipped like this? Will you say yes if he asks to make this a regular thing?
“I love you,” falls from your lips in a shaky moan. Though you say it softly, as if to meet only Shiu’s ears, your eyes are still on Toji. “Love how you feel inside of me.”
Toji’s eyes widen. His hand jerks faster, hips buck up a little from that self-made prison of an armchair. He doesn’t know if you’re talking to him or Shiu, and it’s about to send him over the edge. A part of him wants to leap up and pull Shiu off you; fill you with his own cock instead and flood your womb with his release. Another part of him wants to get behind Shiu and fuck into him; let him be the vessel between you that gets to know exactly how the two of you merge to ‘make love’. He’d fuck him deep and mean justs to get the message through to you.
But, the part of him that wants to keep his ass planted to the cuck chair and watch his girl take the load of his best friend wins out.
“I’m gonna fucking—” he cracks, choking on his words as his hips stutter and cum shoots all over himself. His black shirt is soaked in the stuff, his fist covered, but he doesn’t stop.
Shiu pays him no mind. It’s hard when you feel this good, wrapped around his cock for the first, and likely only, time in his life. He’s dreamt of this, convincing Toji to share his score — he is his handler, after all.
You want to come, but Shiu is taking his time bringing you to the peak. Usually Toji would just hike a hand around you and rub you ‘til you beg for mercy. Shiu, however, seems to like the way you squirm beneath him as he paws at your thighs, pushes them up against your body, and folds you into a mating press.
The new depth he reaches inside of you is torturous. You feel so full, yet so unsated at the same time. You wonder how well you’d take them both; whether you’d stretch out to accommodate two cocks at once or if one would have to fill your mouth instead. You want to crawl over to Toji and lick his cock clean, taste something from him as you’re so full of another man.
Another glance over at your boyfriend rewards you with the sight of his screwed-up face. His eyes are set on the spot Shiu fucks into you, and he strokes himself into overstimulation. Seems he won’t be left out for even a moment.
“Fuck,” Shiu’s hips slam forward, skin slapping against skin in a heated rhythm. His chest heaves, and you can tell he’s about to cum — even with how overwhelmed your pussy is, you can feel him twitching inside. “I’m close.”
“Not inside,” Toji growls from his seat. That was his only rule going into this. That, and no butt stuff. Toji reserves your womb and ass for himself.
“I know, asshole,” Shiu grunts. His eyes roam your face once more with a soft (but elastic tight) smile on his face. “Want you to come first. On my cock; I’ll pull out after, okay?”
You can hardly nod. Once again, his fingers come down on your clit, wedged tightly between your moving bodies. He circles it, quick but gentle, and sends you absolutely dizzy with pleasure. You know Toji is still stroking himself as he watches you come undone; and you know he’s probably going to pull another orgasm or two out of you tonight to repair his ego. Your poor cunt.
Your orgasm washes over you quickly, and with enough pressure to force a loud, crying moan from your chest. Your legs shake, eyes squeezing shut as your head spins. You haven’t felt this good in… ever.
Not just because of Shiu; but knowing Toji is watching.
Your climax sends Shiu careening over the edge. He’s quick to pull out, leaving you feeling absolutely lost in your emptiness. He gives his cock a squeeze, as if to stall his orgasm, and looks you over hungrily before… pulling away?
Instead of shooting over your stomach or across your pretty face, Shiu leaps off the bed and makes his way over to Toji, whose eyes are wide as his best friend approaches. He’s not given much time to react before Shiu is taking the back of his head in one hand and feeding the tip of his cock past his lips with the other. Toji chokes on his surprise, and then on the load that Shiu releases into his mouth with a loud groan.
Instinctively, he spits. Rivulets of cum drip from his lips, down his chin, and join the mess of his own cum on his stomach and cock. His eyes are wide, a little angry, but his surprise doesn’t stop Shiu from pulling back and leaning down to catch your boyfriend's lips in a very messy kiss. Cum and spit is passed between them, paired with loud groans that travel right from them to your still-buzzing clit.
You watch from the bed with wide eyes, having just discovered something very interesting about yourself.
You wonder if they’ll let you sit in the cuck chair next.
So like... what if you and sukuna have a reality tv show he’s a famous rockstar musician, songwriter, and producer. While you’re a viral influencer/ business owner.
You two share a hit reality tv show that follows your lives, after Hulu saw how invested people were in your relationship online.
One day you guys are in a joint confessional, the producers looking for entertainment, turn to sukuna and ask where he gets his inspiration.
He leans back forming a lazy grin on his face already scheming his mischievous response. He replies “I dunno” shrugging. “I really just get inspired by the things I enjoy”
There’s a pause. Then he snickers. That dangerous snicker, because he knows what he’s about to reveal is gonna get him killed
“Like my biggest hit,” he continues “ I made the beat out of—“
Your brain finally catches on to what the hell is about to spew out his vulgar mouth.
Your eyes go wide and you launch your hands at his handsome face, attempting to shut him up. Only to cover deep guttural laugh that vibrates against your palms.
Sadly you can’t compete with his freakishly weird strength and he blurts while getting your hands out his face.
“y/n’s — mmph— moans when she — mmf— came on our wedding night”
The room goes silent.
Everyone’s jaws are to the floor.
And sukuna… that shit eating grin has turned to a full blow smile.
It’s safe to assume you guys will be getting renewed for another season.
a/n: I'm bored... i actually liked this one…tips for better writing pls
♡ content warnings: fem! omega! reader, unprotected, a/b/o, size diffs, established relationship, ruts/heats, true form sukuna, edgíng, praise, crying, biting, scenting, voyerism (r.s), marathons, mating press, overstím, begging, pet names, breeding, p in v, spanking, double pen (r.s), knotting, windows, groping, tummy bulges, rough, backshōts, bruising, on a throne.
♡ a/n: i got way too carried away with this one :p
TOJI ♡ FUSHIGURO
Toji really knows how to irk you, from leaving his dirty briefs on the floor to not rinsing out his dishes. It truly made you think that you should've taken another second when letting him out of a ring on your finger.
"That's it," he grunted, his voice rough against the shell of your ear, the scar on his lip a rough brush against your shoulder. "Take it. Always fuckin' knew this pretty ass missed me."
You wanted to snap back, to list every damn grievance: the boot prints on the clean floor, the empty milk carton back in the fridge. But all that came out was a choked whine as he pistoned into you, his hips a relentless, brutal machine. Your fingers scrambled for purchase on the glass, leaving smudged streaks.
He was enormous. Not just in the way he filled a room, but in the way he filled you, stretching you to a breathtaking, burning fullness. You could feel every ridge, every pulse of him, and beneath it, the insistent, thickening swell of his knot at the base of his cock.
His pine and forest scent, usually calming, was now thick and heady with musk, wrapping around you like a possessive cloak.
"Must not be doing a good enough job," he taunted, one broad hand splaying across your lower belly, pressing down. You could see it, the faint, obscene bulge of him moving inside you, highlighted by the neon sign across the street. "Starting to get jealous…”
"Hush,” you moaned, the words dissolving into a gasp as he changed the angle, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids, “J-just fuck me, Toji."
A dark chuckle rumbled through him. "Your wish, baby."
His pace turned punishing; each drive aimed to obliterate thought. The window rattled softly in its frame. You would be a little worried if your mind weren't clogged with his scent and overwhelming pleasure. You don't think you could come up with a good response for paramedics if the window breaks. His other hand fisted in your hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to grip, to tilt your head back against his shoulder. You were pinned between the unyielding glass and his immovable body.
The knot began to catch now, a delicious, stretching burn with every retreat, a triumphant. It was the sensation that unraveled you, that made marriage certificates and shared bathrooms seem like a fair trade. This was the core of him, the primal, undeniable truth that bypassed all your annoyances.
"There it is," he snarled, his breathing becoming ragged gusts against your neck. His arm around your middle became a vice, pulling you flush against him as his hips stuttered. "Gonna lock you up, fill you up—so tight."
You couldn't speak. You could only keen a high, broken sound as the knot seated itself fully, an impossible, perfect stretch that bordered on pain and transcended into blinding pleasure. He was embedded, tied to you as his body tensed like a drawn bow.
The first hot jet of his release hit your deepest walls, and you shattered, your own climax ripping through you with silent, convulsive force. He growled, a raw, animal sound of satisfaction, pumping into you through every pulse of your fluttering pussy. You could feel it, the hot, claiming flood, the way your stomach felt fuller, the way his knot kept every drop sealed inside.
His lips brushed the sweaty junction of your neck and shoulder. “If I see another pair of dirty briefs on my floor, I'll kill y-you…”
RYOMEN ♡ SUKUNA
The sound of skin striking skin was a vulgar drumbeat over the hushed, respectful silence of the court. This either was your worst or best idea to ever come across your mind. Or whatever remains of it as Sukuna pumped your insides full of seed, you weren't sure there would be much of you left. “What is wrong, woman, speak.”
All you could muster were weak nods, your throat sealed by a chokehold of pleasure. It was too much! Both cocks filled your cunt in an agonizing stretch, a fullness that bordered on violence. Your ruin was displayed for all to see, Sukuna's silent subjects watching with detached, attentive eyes from the shadowed edges of the hall. The heat of their collective gaze was a secondary brand against your skin, almost as sharp as the one his hands were leaving on your hips.
A thick, calloused thumb swiped roughly across your bottom lip, dragging you back to the present, to the searing red eyes locked on your face. "Shall I repeat myself?” He gave a deliberate, rolling thrust upwards, a motion that made you see stars and your body bow backwards, a silent scream etched on your face. The twin heads of his cocks ground against opposing, sensitive walls, a dual-point assault that had tears welling in the corners of your eyes.
His nostrils flared, drinking in the scent of your distress and slick. “Pathetic. You come to my throne, dressed in nothing but my scent and your own audacity, and now you play the overwhelmed omega." One large hand left your hip to fist in the loose fabric of the kimono you'd stolen, yanking it down to expose your shoulder and the curve of one breast to the watching court. "You wanted an audience. Now you have one.“
He began to move in earnest then, a ruthless, piston-like rhythm that had your body jolting forward with each drive. The ornate wood of his throne groaned in protest beneath your combined weight, a creaking counterpoint to the wet, slapping sounds of your union.
His cocks moved in a devastating tandem, as one retreated, the other pressed forward, ensuring there was never a moment of respite, only a constant, stretching repetition.
"Don't be rude." His grip on your chin was iron, forcing your gaze to the sea of shadowed faces. Your blurred vision could barely make them out, but you felt their attention like a physical weight, a humiliation that somehow coiled tighter in your belly, hotter and more desperate.
A particularly brutal upward thrust stole the air from your lungs. Your head fell back, a broken moan finally tearing free. It seemed to ignite him further.
"There it is," he snarled, his own composure fraying. His hips stuttered, losing their imperial rhythm for a sloppy, frantic pace. The sweet, spiced scent of him thickened, becoming overpowering, a command that made your very bones feel liquid.
His free hand slipped between your thighs, his thumb finding your swollen clit with unerring, cruel accuracy. The added stimulation was a lightning strike. Your internal walls, already stretched and fluttering, convulsed around him in a vicious, rippling squeeze.
A guttural, punched-out "Fuck!" burst from his lips. His jaw went slack, those crimson eyes rolling back before pinning you with a look of primal triumph. Deep within, you felt the first hot, thick pulse of his release, followed immediately by the insistent swelling at the base of both shafts-twin knots, beginning to inflate and lock him inside.
The sensation triggered your own shattering climax. It was less a wave and more a seizure, a white-hot detonation that ripped through you with silent, breathless intensity.
Your cunt clamped down on him in rhythmic, brutal pulses, milking the endless, scalding rush of his seed as it flooded you, a claiming so profound you felt it in your teeth.
Definitely your best idea yet.
KENTO ♡ NANAMI
“Honey, O-oh,” he groaned, gripping your hips even tighter, filling the room with his pheromones. That scent sun-warmed lemons, a tinge of rosemary, thick and heady, as he drove up into you from where he stood between your spread thighs on the kitchen counter. The forgotten sandwich you'd been making for lunch was now a mess of scattered lettuce and torn bread on the floor.
His tailored trousers were a dark puddle around his polished shoes, his belt buckle a cold, hard bite against the soft underside of your ass with every deep, claiming thrust. You were braced against the cold marble, your back arching, fingers scrambling for purchase against the sleek surface.
"Missed me that much?" you panted, the words dissolving into a sharp cry as he angled his hips, that thick, familiar ridge of his cock dragging over a spot that made your toes curl against his suit-clad thighs.
"Bedroom was too far,' he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly thing that vibrated through your chest where he leaned over you, his formal shirt straining across his broad shoulders. "It's been so long since I’ve seen you.”
He punctuated the confession with a rolling grind, the base of his cock, already swollen with the promise of his knot, pressing insistently against your desperate, fluttering entrance. Your slick was a filthy, generous soak between you, the sound of it obscene and perfect in the kitchen.
“It’s been 4 hours-”
"That's too long," Nanami breathed, his usually stoic face etched with a raw, freaky hunger that made your inner Omega sing. He released one hip to slide a large, calloused hand up your side, thumb brushing the swell of your breast. "Needed my perfect wife, my omega.”
He pulled almost all the way out, the head of his cock catching on your rim, before slamming back in with a force that rocked you up the island. A ceramic salt shaker teetered and fell, shattering on the tiles. You didn't care. All you could see was the blown-out black of his pupils, his scent full of need.
"So sweet,” he grunted, his rhythm growing more frantic, less refined. The polite, meticulous alpha was unraveling. “Don't ever want to leave your side, ever.”
You clawed at his shirt, popping a button. “Yes, yes, Kento, please- I want it, want your knot-” He crushed his mouth to yours, swallowing your pleas. The kiss was all teeth and shared breath, a far cry from his usual chaste pecks. He tasted like the coffee he'd had at work. When he broke away, his lips were slick, and his breath was coming in ragged puffs.
He murmured something you didn't hear clearly. “My wife. Taking me so well.” He shifted his grip, hands sliding under your thighs, hiking them up higher over his arms. The new angle was devastating, his cock spearing into you.
You were babbling, a stream of yes and alpha and more as the pressure built, coiling tight in your belly. His thrusts became shorter, harder, his hips stuttering. You could feel him swelling, the thick, delicious bulge of his knot beginning to catch and stretch you even wider with each punishing drive.
Your climax tore through you, a silent scream breaking into a shattered cry as you clenched around him, your body milking his own release. With a guttural groan that was pure animal satisfaction, he buried himself to the hilt, his knot finally locking, with an intense, full-to-bursting pressure that had you seeing white.
Hot pulses of his cum flooded you, a relentless, claiming heat that seeped into your very core. You could feel it, the overflow already starting to trickle down, sticky and warm where your bodies were joined. He held himself there, pressed deep, his forehead against your collarbone, his big body trembling with the force of it.
He nuzzled your scent gland, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "Ruined my shirt," he observed, his voice husky and spent. You laughed, attempting to smooth out the wrinkles on the previously pristine shirt. “I'll just change it, don't worry.”
SUGURU ♡ GETO
This has to be love; he's in love. For the first time in his life, he was seeing hearts in his eyes. The scent of you was everywhere, filling his lungs; digging itself into his skin. His rut makes his senses even more sensitive.
He had you folded over the edge of the bed, his big body a mountain at your back, pinning you down into the mattress. One of his hands gripped the meat of your hip hard enough to bloom bruises you'd wear tomorrow. His cock was a brutal, relentless piston, carving a deep, slick path into your pussy, over and over.
You could only cry out his name; the sound punched out of you with every drive of his hips. He was hitting a spot so deep it made your vision blur, each thrust sparking white behind your eyelids. The wet, filthy noise of your joining was obscene, a rhythmic squelch that seemed to feed him.
“My alpha, Suguru!” you choked out, fingers scrambling against the rumpled sheets.
A low, approving growl vibrated through his chest and into your spine. His hand left your hip, sliding around your front, dipping low, his calloused fingers finding your clit with unerring accuracy. The dual assault was too much-the deep, stretching fullness, the clever, circling pressure—and a broken cry tore from your throat.
The knot at the base of his length was already swelling, a thick, insistent pressure that stretched you wider with every pass. The promise of it, the certainty, tipped you over the edge. Your climax ripped through you, a seismic wave of sensation that clenched violently around his driving length, and you sobbed his name into the mattress.
The feeling of your tight, fluttering channel squeezing his knot pulled a ragged, almost wounded sound from him. "Fuck! Fuck, yes.”
He stilled, buried to the hilt, his body a trembling, sweating weight atop you. His lips found the gland at the nape of your neck, scenting you, marking you in the most primal way, and he began to cum. It wasn't gentle. It was a violent, pulsing flood, hot jets of it painting your walls, so deep and so much you felt your belly cramp with the overwhelming fullness. He groaned, long and low and utterly spent, his hips giving tiny, aborted rolls against your ass to pump every last bit of himself into you.
He kissed you, deep and slow and filthy with the taste of shared exertion. When he finally broke away, he rested his forehead against yours, his long black hair falling around you like a curtain. “Let's get married.”
“We are…”
SHIU ♡ KONG
Shiu's hand was already high on your thigh, his thumb stroking possessive circles through the silk of your dress.
"Park the car, Shiu. Now."
A low, rough sound escaped him, part laugh, part growl. He swung the wheel hard, tires kissing the curb of a darkened side street. Before the engine's shudder died, he was on you. He muttered something in Korean against your lips, his hands already pushing the sleek fabric of your dress up your thighs.
Too many people. His fingers, blunt and demanding, hooked into the sides of your panties and tore them clean away. The sound of ripping lace was obscene in the quiet car. “I hate those get-togethers, so useless when I could be doing much better things.”
He didn't bother with his belt, just unzipped his slacks and freed himself. His cock sprang heavy and thick against your thigh, already weeping, the vein along the underside pulsing visibly. The head, a ruddy, flushed purple, nudged against your soaking entrance. The primal, needy ache in your core clenched around nothing, slick coating him instantly. “Shiu, hurry,” you whined.
"I know, I know," he hissed, sassy even in his urgency. His hand smoothed up your back, a contradictory, gentle gesture as he guided you onto him with a single, brutal thrust. The stretch was immediate, breathtaking, a delicious burn that made your eyes roll back.
"Ah, you take me so perfectly. Every fucking time." Each deep, grinding drive of his hips rubbed that delicious upward curve of him. Your nails are scoring down the crisp cotton of his shirt. You were unraveling, the coil in your belly winding tighter with every brutal, perfect stroke. The scent of vanilla and wilderness was all-consuming.
He leaned back, pulling you with him so you were straddling his lap, his length buried to the hilt. The new angle was deeper, more intimate. He watched, dark eyes glazed with lust, as your breasts strained against your dress. With a deft, rough movement, he tugged the neckline down, his mouth latching onto a peaked nipple, sucking harshly.
"Shiu... please," you begged, your hips stuttering in frantic circles.
"Please what?" he teased, his tongue circling the aching bud. "Use your words, baby."
“Knot me,” you whined, the omega need raw and undeniable in your voice. "I need it... need you to fill me up.” A feral grin spread across his lips.
“I love the way you think.” His thrusts became shorter, harder, more purposeful. You could feel him swelling at the base, the telltale thickening of his knot beginning to press against your already-stretched entrance. The sensation pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, a scream from your lips as your cunt clamped and fluttered around him, milking him desperately.
With a choked, guttural curse, he buried his face in your neck, his hips giving a few final, jerking thrusts before he shoved forward, locking himself inside you. The knot popped past your rim, a glorious, unbearable fullness that had you gasping.
“Don’t tap out on me, you asked for this.”
SATORU ♡ GOJO
It was like the heavens blessed Satoru, cursing you in the way. When checking you cycle, Satoru failed to tell you his rut fell on the same week. He was already a stamina demon, but his rut was like nothing else; once you spent 4 days in bed rest after a week of straight sex. It was great…in the moment.
The aftermath was like getting run over by a semitruck and thrown off a cliff. Your heat and his rut at the same time might just kill you.
“Isn't this great, wifey!” Satoru grinned through his delusion. “You and I experiencing this t-together?” All he received was a desperate moan in response. Your body moving in instinct, hips chasing that delicious high. “I know you love it too.”
He's so fucking weird.
His hands are everywhere, big and possessive, mapping the desperate arch of your back as you rut against him like an animal. The air is thick with the smell of sex and him - that sharp, ozone-crackle of his cursed energy, gone wild and musky with rut. It clogs your throat, becomes the only thing you breathe.
"Say it," he growls, the playful lilt gone, sanded down to something raw and demanding. One palm splays over your lower belly, pressing down, and you feel it-the obscene, almost full stretch of him inside you, a hard, tangible lump beneath his hand. "Say you love it."
"Who's jokin'?" He nips your earlobe, a sharp, playful sting. One hand slides up from your waist, fingers splaying over your lower stomach, pressing down. A choked cry punches out of you. There, under his palm, you can both feel it-the faint, impossible bulge of him, the outline of his greed distorting you.
"Lookit that. Already halfway there. My perfect little omega, takin' me like a champ. Gonna marry you all over again when I'm done. Gonna fuck you so good you'll say 'I do' screaming." You can't. Your words are just wet, fractured sounds against the column of his sweaty throat. Your hips stutter, a broken rhythm, and he seizes control, his own powerful thrusts slamming up to meet you, nailing that deep, blinding spot with terrifying accuracy. It scratches an itch in your brain you didn't know existed, turning your vision white at the edges.
"C'mon, sweetheart," he pants, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. His teeth graze the lobe, a promise of a bite. "You're so pretty when you're dumb for me. Almost as pretty on our wedding day." He punctuates the sentence with a brutal upward drive that makes you see stars, your body bowing backwards. "Could do that, over and over again.”
He's delirious, fever-hot, and talking nonsense, but the image of you in white, trembling and ruined by him at the altar, sends a filthy shock straight to your already pulsing core. You clench around him, a tight, involuntary spasm, and he barks out a laugh that's half groan.
"Oh- knew you liked that idea." His other hand fists in your hair, not pulling, just holding, anchoring you in the storm of him. His hips piston up, the slick, meaty sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. "My good wife. Takin' me so deep, fuck- look at you."
He guides your own trembling hand to join his on your stomach, forcing your fingers to press into the soft flesh. You can feel him. The thick, relentless slide of his cock is imprinting itself on you from the inside out. A tiny, visible bulge with every unforgiving thrust. Your jaw goes slack, drool beading at the corner of your mouth.
Satoru watches it happen, his bright blue eyes, usually full of mirth, now darkened with a feral, hungry intensity. He swipes his thumb through the spit at your lip, then brings it to his own mouth, sucking it clean without breaking eye contact. "Messy," he murmurs, the word vibrating against your skin. "I love it, love you.”
The pace turns punishing. He's not letting you ride him anymore; he's fucking up into you, using his grip on your hips to slam you down onto him, over and over, the bedframe screeching in protest. Each impact jolts a choked whimper from your lungs. You're so full, stretched to a burning, glorious ache, the relentless friction on your clit pushes you higher, higher.
"Gonna come," you rasp, the first coherent thing you've said in what feels like ages. “ ‘Toru, please, I'm gonna-”
"Yeah?" he snarls, his own control fraying. His breaths are ragged gusts against your cheek.
"Do it. Come all over my cock. Make a mess for me. Then I'm gonna fill this sweet pussy up 'til it's dripping. Gonna pump you so full you'll feel me for days." He nuzzles into your neck, his voice dropping to a possessive, guttural rasp. "Maybe put a baby in you this time. A little Gojo, how fun."
The vulgar promise, your orgasm detonates, a seismic wave that seizes every muscle, milking his cock in frantic, pulsing ripples as you convulse against him. A broken keen is the only sound you can manage.
"Fuck, fuck," he chokes out, and you feel him swell, feel the hot, sudden gush as he follows you over. It's endless, pump after thick pump flooding your clenching walls, so much it seems to have no end, a scalding rush that has you sobbing from the overwhelming fullness.
"Wow," he breathes, a playful, wicked light returning to his crazed eyes. He dips a single finger into the mess, gathering it up. He holds your dazed gaze as he brings it to his lips, licking it clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue. A low, satisfied hum rumbles in his chest. “You taste so sweet on your heat.”
Round... something. Six? Seven? The numbers bled together after the sun set for the second time (you think). The concept of a bed was abandoned hours ago. He'd taken you against the balcony doors, the cool glass a shock against your fevered front while he burned at your back.
Then, on the floor of the shower, water didn't even turn on, his knees grinding into the tile. The dinner table bore the brunt of his hunger next, your palms squeaking against the glass. Now, you're in the hallway, halfway to nowhere, his body a crushing, magnificent weight on top of you. You think he transported both of you, no idea if it was intentional or not. The plush runner is bunched under your back. He's got you in a mating press so deep your soul feels rearranged. His hands pin your wrists above your head, his white hair plastered to his forehead, those blinding blue eyes wild and unfocused, seeing only you, through you.
"Gonna fill you up," he snarls, the words raw and ragged. "It'll take." There's no finesse now, just a relentless, pounding rhythm that shakes the pictures on the walls. Your body seizing around him, a tight, fluttering fist sucking his cock in with each thrust.
You come with a broken scream, your back arching off the floor, every nerve ending detonating. It triggers his own collapse. A guttural roar tears from his throat, a sound of pure, unraveling instinct, as he buries his head into your scent gland, breathing in the source of your scent. It's a flood, a searing rush that feels endless, painting your insides white, overfilling you until hot, sticky rivulets leak out around the still-throbbing junction of your bodies.
The light is wrong. It's not the soft grey of your bedroom dawn, but the bright, accusing yellow of the midday sun slicing through the formal living room curtains—a room you never use. You wake up cold and stiff, drenched. Dried sweat, sticky patches of other things, and a scent that is overwhelmingly, unabashedly sex.
You're tangled in what was once a sheer curtain, now ripped from its rod and wrapped around your legs like a shroud. Satoru is a mountain of bare, scarred flesh half-sprawled across the velvet settee, one leg dangling off, his face pressed into a cushion. A shattered vase lies in a puddle of old water by the antique writing desk. You have no memory of this room. The last concrete memory is of his teeth on your shoulder in the hallway.
Satoru groans, shifting. A crust of dried white streaks lines the inside of his thigh. His eyes slit open, that devastating blue cloudy with confusion. He scans the ravaged room, the evidence of their frenzy, then his gaze lands on you, shivering and painted in the same filth. “So that's where you went.”
executive summary :
⤷ In which you refuse to align sex with anything more than an act committed for the benefit of status gain. You’re a whore by choice and it works… until it doesn’t?
associated parties (pairings) :
⤷ jjk (office) men x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader, shiu x f!reader, kusakabe x f!reader, & ino x f!reader, (brief yaga x f!reader).
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——GOOD DICK OR A STEADY JOB? What's more important to a woman in her early 20s? Well, if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it should be that second option of a steady job, of course. Yet, there you were risking that very thing for the first option; a good dicking.
Bent stupidly over your boss’s cold mahogany desk as small piles of paperwork go fluttering over its edge, there you were fulfilling the unspoken requirement of your job as an assistant. With a fat cockhead sloppily kissing the inner depths of your sweet cunt and your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you found yourself drunk off of the mean thrusts you’re being gifted with, you were assisting your boss with something alright.
Now, this wasn’t exactly how you planned for this morning to go buuut, one thing led to another and now you’re here anyway.
Babbled throaty attempts of his name escaped you as your glossy eyes traveled to the back of your skull in pure fucked-out ecstasy. Sure, you were supposed to be attending a meeting with the man right now but having your face smushed up against some expensive wood and listening to the string of wonton groans ‘n grunts that left your employer’s throat was far more enjoyable.
This probably wasn't one of your smartest decisions considering the meeting you’re supposed to be in is probably one of high importance. And yeah, this teeny tiny mistake of yours may or may not lead to one of the most bizarre tales of your life but hey, in your defense, you were too fucked-out to think of your future at the time.
Especially with the way your head gets tugged up from the desk so rudely by a fistful of your hair, drool spilling past your wet parted lips, legs shaking, and hips faintly bruised by the edge of the desk you’d been tossed over. How could you think about anything or anyone else when—
“‘Michi,” Was all that you could moan out over and over and over again. So stupidly loud too as if you didn’t have a care in the world, “H-Harder, mmphf-, fuuck..”
Pulling your head back enough to give you the perfect chance to angle your gaze over to meet eyes with him, Yaga greets you with this fucked-out grin and a husked tone, “You’re too loud,” Before you can even fathom a reply, two thick fingers are getting shoved into your mouth. “Just beggin’ to be caught, huh?”
Talk about foreshadowing…
Your eyes roll in a mix of annoyance and pleasure, hips pushing back against him just as he presses himself forward. Then you feel his lips meet the crown of your ear and there’s a slight stutter in his thrusts.
“Lift your leg,” Yaga grunts hotly, to which your left leg pushes up to rest against the desk. “Fuck-, just like that,” He groans, removing the hand from your hair and moving it to your hip.
With your leg propped up against the desk, his cock hits a new angle inside you and even with his fingers pressed right against your tongue, you still manage to choke out a pleasureful whimper. Yaga’s feet shift against the floor a bit and he takes that sound of yours as a sign to keep hitting that spot over and over and over until—
His fingers soon fall from your lips and you flop right back down against the desk, one of his pencil holders going scattering to the floor as an arm of yours extends out to grab a hold of the surface's edge. Both of his palms meet your hips and he pins you down into the position you’ve found yourself in, drilling into your sopping hole like he’s grown addicted.
That rude plap plap plap! echoes all throughout his office along with each desperate moan that pours from your lips. At this point, neither of you were trying to be quiet anymore.
Before you even realize it, you’re making a filthy mess around his cock, tugging him deeper than before each time he reels his hips back and invoking the deepest groans of your name from his throat. Yaga found himself tossing his head back and the only thing he could focus on was that nasty squelch leaving your cunt.
A rough hand comes down on your ass somewhere throughout your high and you can’t even think anymore. You were too lost in all that felt good and didn’t exactly register the particularly pitched moan that left you until it was much too late.
Yaga could feel himself growing close so he leaned over you a bit, pushing his weight against you and moving a hand to the space on the desk right next to your side. You lift your head a bit, panting heavily, and his lips meet your neck.
Warm wet kisses are peppered all over the side of your neck and you feel him throbbing inside you, aching for release. “How mad do y’think the board will be?” Your boss utters into your skin, “Think they’d forgive me if I explained why I was s’late?”
You grit your teeth for a moment before choking out a response, feeling him smile against your neck as you do so. “I-I think you’d l-lose your-, hnngh… job i-if they knew what… hah, what you were doin’.” You stammer out breathlessly.
“Yeahh?” Yaga rasps, “I think they’d understand. Especially if I tell ‘em just how needy my pretty assistant’s been all day.” He emphasizes with a harsher thrust forward, causing you to choke on your own moan.
“Sir,” You gasp suddenly, eyes fluttering shut.
Your boss lets out a throaty sound, “Fuuck, d-don’t do that.” That simple gasp of yours was all it took for his cock to begin throbbing and aching for release inside you.
He was right there on the edge—ready to bring this quick fuck to an overdue end, shuffle your clothes back on properly, and then go stumbling into that meeting as late as ever. And yet, somewhere throughout the next groan that leaves his dry throat, his office door flies open.
“Mr. Yaga, I can’t hold this meeting off any longer, we need—” You honestly feel bad for the poor woman who had to walk in on the two of you.
The scene laid out before her widened eyes was like something straight out of some cheap porno. Papers and other desk items were splayed out all over the floor surrounding Yaga’s large desk, the two of you were as disheveled and debauched as ever, and the position both of you stood in wasn’t something you could try and pass off as anything aside from what it was.
Not to mention the way you feel Yaga’s cock twitch inside you wildly just as he spills filthy ropes of cum into you. Looking back on this whole thing makes you laugh because it was probably then that you realized the man had some kinda kink for that situation. Y’know, getting caught.
Earlier you said something about how he’d probably lose his job if the board found out about what the two of you were doing but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
Nope, instead it was you who lost your job. Obviously, the lady who caught you wasn’t going to keep her discovery to herself and she practically sprinted back to the meeting room just to tell them about you and your boss.
Less than twenty-four hours later and you found yourself jobless.
Being unemployed wasn’t that bad if you’re being completely honest with yourself. Or, it wasn’t too bad for a couple of days. At the time that this all happened, you were living with Yaga. He wasn’t just your boss but he was also a lover of yours.
The relationship was kept very private for reasons concerning your job so when you lost it, you thought that your life would go in a different direction for the better. You and Yaga could openly go on dates, finally work toward the future he claimed to have wanted to build with you, and basically live your life freely.
You were able to live on with that mindset for a wonderful duration of… three days.
Yeah, three days and then Yaga dumped you and kicked your ass to the curb. For a time, you were devastated about this. He had promised you so many things, treated you with so much love and respect, and cared for you in the ways any decent partner would but, you eventually came to the conclusion that he only did all of that because you worked under him.
The event that caused you to lose your job also put a nasty stain on your previously crisp and meticulously crafted résumé. Before getting caught having sex with your boss, you would’ve been a shoo-in for any and all office-related jobs that were hiring.
But after that? You could kiss an easy work-life goodbye.
You’d been aware of the risk that came with having a romantic relationship with your boss from the moment you and him started to cross those professional lines. Though, you honestly didn’t expect to get caught like that.
That doubt behind your expectations probably blossomed from the lust and romantic clouds that left you blinded for months. Yaga was amazing until he wasn’t. Nothing could’ve prepared you to lose your job, boyfriend, home, and a large piece of your dignity in less than a week.
Since then, you swore to yourself that you’d never allow work and romance to blend. The sex you had with Yaga, whether it be in or out of the office, should’ve remained as it was—just sex. Unfortunately for you, things with him became more than that and you foolishly let your heart get involved with something that could & should have remained strictly lustful.
It was always more than Yaga just being your boss. He was tied with most things that held importance to you, which is exactly why you lost so much so ridiculously fast.
The only positive factor about that entire ordeal is the fact that it happened six years ago.
You’re an entirely different woman now, as to be expected.
While the stain on your resume made things very difficult for you for a good half of those six years, you weren’t left completely ruined. You managed to get decent jobs here and there—not that you ever stayed for long. And no, you weren’t constantly getting fired or anything.
This time around, you were actually learning just how easy it is to wrap men around that perfectly manicured finger of yours. Job after job after job and they all proved to act the same way.
You’ll never forget the way things went with Yaga but, you eventually learned that you were just doing things with him all wrong. You lacked both control and confidence over your life with him—a mistake which you’ll never make again.
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Today marks the day that you walk into a new company. It’s a bit generic—your average supply company but, the pay was enough to spark your interest (among other things).
After a flawless interview, you were hired almost immediately and today was your first day in for training. You lucked up enough to score a decent position and it was from this first day there that you knew you’d find your way to the top in no time. Not to mention the previous owner of your new position had recently been fired so, the company was already looking for someone new & you just so happened to be in search of a new job.
And while you readied yourself for said first day, members of the office you’d be arriving to within the next few minutes were sharing their opinions on the woman who’d be soon to join them; you.
“I’m calling bullshit,” Was the first properly formulated opinion on you as a whole, not that you were able to hear it. “She sounds way too good on paper.” Gojo Satoru scoffs out to his favorite cubicle of assorted people.
His words earn a laugh or two from those listening, which only encourages him to continue his ranting.
Resting his chin against his palm as he eyes down the moderately distant entrance on the other side of the large office space, Gojo puffs out an impatient sigh, “I mean seriously, her résumé’s almost better than mine! Not to mention,” His head cocks over toward one of the separated rooms, “She gets her own office. Do you guys remember how hard I had to work for mine?!”
A few nods of agreement go out to the complaining finance director but for some reason that doesn’t seem to satisfy him so he turns to his trusted assistant; the unfortunate Ijichi Kiyotaka—a man who almost always has to listen to whatever rambles Gojo spews.
“Can you believe this?” Gojo asks with a faintly pouted lip and slightly tensed brows, eyeing the stressed assistant standing a few inches away from him.
Ijichi merely shrugs, “You were made aware of her addition to this company over a week ago, sir. I thought by now you’d have accepted it considering—”
A lengthy finger meets Ijichi’s face before he has time to finish his sentence and Gojo turns his head away, “Wait, shhh, I think I heard something.” He interrupts, pushing up on his toes a bit just to get a better look at the steadily approaching figure about to round the distant corner and enter the office.
With that, everyone else’s head turns to get a look as well but they’re all quickly disappointed when only the company’s marketing VP, Higuruma, walks in. The tired-looking man raises a brow at all the attention fixated on him but many quickly play it off with a greeting gesture of a raised hand and wave.
Higuruma waves back, a bit of confusion vexed onto his features considering he doesn’t typically receive that much attention from that side of the office but he shrugs it off after a moment and continues his walk onward.
“Damnit,” Gojo grumbles, bringing his wrist up to check his flashy Rolex for the time. “She should’ve been here by now, no?”
One of his nearby interns let out a snort, “Y’know, this is the longest I’ve ever seen you outside your office, sir.”
Moving his hand just to meet eyes with the recently spoken, Gojo quirks a slim brow, “It is not.” He breathes out dramatically, trying to defend himself for the past thirty minutes he’s been lingering around awaiting your arrival. “A-And even if it is… Color me intrigued, I just want to see if the woman matches all that I’ve heard about her. It’s not like this is an easy company to get into, so—”
“..It wasn’t an easy company for you to get into, maybe,” Another intern murmurs jokingly, earning some chuckles.
“I heard that,” Gojo grumbles, “But my point still stands. I’m just curious and want to welcome her in.”
Ijichi clears his throat a bit, tempted to toss in his two cents regarding Gojo’s presence around the main office. His boss pauses again and slowly turns to send his assistant a look, “Is there something you’d like to say, Ijichi?”
“Well,” Dropping his dark brown eyes to the floor and moving a nervous hand to awkwardly push his glasses up a bit, Ijichi swallows thickly. “It’s just that you called her joining us ‘bullshit’ only a few minutes ago, a-and you don’t even think she’ll last long but now you want to welcome her in…?”
Gojo’s quickly taken back by Ijichi’s mentioning of an earlier comment he’d made out of annoyance—having grumbled something about how you’ll only last a week or so before you’re onto the next company or even fired. A couple of whispered agreements are exchanged by different employees, followed by giggles and other murmured comments that point out the inconsistency in Gojo’s attitude toward the newcomer.
Placing his hands on his hips, Gojo tuts, “Okay, yeah, I did say that but can a man not have a change of heart? I haven’t even seen the lady yet. For all I know she could walk in here all shy ‘n worried about joining us, which will make me feel bad and—”
Someone clears their throat, “Mr. Gojo.”
“—then I’ll take back everything I said, welcome her in, act like I haven’t been waiting on her for hours, and pretend to be surprised that she’s likely just as impressive in person as she is on paper. I was just a bit bothered by the fact that—”
“Mr. Gojo!” They whisper-shout this time, finally earning his attention.
Gojo sighs and looks at them for only a moment before that person nods their head over toward the entrance to the office and when the man follows the gesture, all of his word vomiting dies out on his tongue and just about all thoughts go flying out the window.
Many nearby heads turn, just like the first time when Higuruma had entered, except this time around it’s not in vain.
Around the corner comes a woman with her head held high and a determined look fixed firmly onto her features—that woman is you. Ignorant of all the talk about your arrival, you waltz right into the office behind someone by the name of Kusakabe.
The brunette that was leading the way for you was apparently your new assistant, which you thought was a wonderful perk to this job. He’d been giving you a tour of the building and the two of you had finally reached the floor you’d be predominantly working on.
As your heels go click-clacking across the cool flooring with each step you take, many eyes trail your every movement—only one pair in particular miraculously earning your gaze.
Kusakabe was explaining the layout of the office to you, telling you about how there were a total of two separate offices, one of them now belonging to you, and that the common space was where everyone else under you worked. As he points and shows you things, your eyes naturally wander elsewhere to get a look at all that he’d yet to explain and you finally notice how much attention is on you.
Heads popped up from a bunch of different cubicles and many were trying to play things off as if they weren’t looking at you but it was still obvious despite the magazines some hid their faces behind. The few people trying to look inconspicuous as they took in your presence sparked a warming smile to spread across your face but that’s not what really drew you in.
No, what captured your attention was the set of cerulean eyes focused solely on you from across the room. As your gaze met his, an unspoken vestige of tension drafted into the air. The office was huge so there was a great deal of space between where you and him stood but you still felt something upon meeting eyes with him.
Kusakabe soon noticed where your attention had landed and he stepped closer to you only to casually point in the direction you were already focused on, index aiming at the man staring at you, “That man over there is Gojo Satoru, our financial director.”
You nod slowly and your lips are steady to part as you reply in a whisper, still holding eyes with the man of current conversation, “I see. Does he stare at everyone like this or…?”
Your new assistant chuckles and turns his head to look at you, “Honestly? Yes,” He says lightheartedly.
To which you’re the first to break the little staring contest and return your attention to Kusakabe, “Wait, really?” You gasp slightly, noticing the way the brunette laughs again.
“No, not seriously but he does do that with new people. You’ll meet him more formally later and see for yourself,” He explains to you, earning a simple nod of your head in response.
Then, Kusakabe turns to show you into your office and you motion to follow after him once more.
You’re not sure what, but something tells you to look over to that guy again. Gojo Satoru you repeat mentally as you shoot your eyes over one last time. He was looking away but as soon as you turn, he does too, and another long distant staring contest is held between the two of you before you watch his face twist up a little.
With the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen in your life, and although you can’t hear it from where you are, Gojo lets out a scoff before looking you up and down and then turning away—quickly disappearing into his nearby office with a slam of his door.
You bat your lashes and your brows are quick to meet in a mix of annoyance and confusion. You haven’t even officially spoken to the man and yet he has this nerve to flash such a displeased look at you? Or was it more a look to flaunt his ego—perhaps something to hide his intimidated demeanor?
Whatever it is, you merely brush it off with a roll of your eyes and turn to follow after Kusakabe.
First day into this place and you’ve already managed to leave a sour impression on someone, great.
· · ──────── ·𖥸· ──────── · ·
Inside that office of his, Gojo’s returned to his desk in a fit of… well, he’s not quite sure what he’s feeling right now.
You haven’t even done anything yet but, without a doubt, Gojo does not like you. Eyes narrowing as his thoughts begin to consume him, all he can replay in his head is the initial image of you rounding that corner behind Kusakabe. Unfortunately for him, you’re gorgeous. Which is an annoyance already because that makes you a distraction for him.
Not to mention the way you hold yourself together, head all high ‘n mighty with this confidence that bothers something deep within him—something he can’t quite put a finger on.
His hands shift to swipe up a pen from his cluttered desk and Gojo begins to twirl the item in between his fingers as he contemplates a few things. Ijichi soon comes sliding into the office quietly, not daring to say a word and disturb Gojo’s focus on whatever thought he's having.
A flashback of your resume, which Gojo only got a glimpse of because he was busy bothering the HR department instead of being productive, comes popping into his head. Absolutely flawless. Hell, he would’ve hired you instantly too if he’d been your employer. Even after reading over just the first few lines but shit, the perfection behind your résumé was uncanny.
And above all else, Gojo’s jealous. He’s been working at this company for almost two years now—steadily climbing up, of course, but it still took him a long time to get to where he is right now. Which doesn’t even make sense to him. He went to college with the CEO!
It’s not like Gojo exactly needs this job, he’s rich. He’s only here because of that recently mentioned CEO. Gojo’s had money all his life so by the time he reached his late twenties, he found himself bored. He felt like he’d done everything he was meant to do in life except get a proper job.
Which is why he’s here now. This job gave him a challenge, he had to work hard to get hired, work harder to get promoted, and damn near stress himself just to get a conversation or two with that guy he went to college with.
Then there’s you. You who got to walk in here and have everything served to you on a silver platter right before his very eyes. And you have the nerve to be stunning?
Talk about greed…
The way you had turned and flashed such a warming smile to everyone when you came in—too friendly for Gojo’s liking, might he add, all beaming and welcoming… His eyes just roll at the memory of it. It was probably fake, that smile of yours. Fingers crossed and you turn out to be a bad person so he can have a real reason to dislike you.
Shaking his head, Gojo realizes he’s overthinking this whole thing. He doesn’t care about you. You're just some newcomer! You’ll be gone in a week—the last chick in your position had only been here for two months before she was gone so he doubts you’ll last longer.
Or, that’s what he tells himself anyway. Because not even two minutes later and he’s standing from his desk and pacing over to his office windows, peeking through the blinds and trying to get the best view of your whereabouts from where he can.
Your office door is now closed so he can’t see anything that’s going in there but he can’t help but wonder what kinda person you are. The previous marketing director and Gojo didn’t get along too well so maybe that’s a part of whatever stigma he’s attached to you already. Hence his nebby nature now.
Watching your office door like a hawk from the confines of his own space, Gojo’s got one hand separating the blinds for a good view and the other tightly clasped around a warm cup of coffee. In the midst of sipping on that morning beverage of his, a sudden choke on the liquid alarms the nearby Ijichi, who comes rushing forward as Gojo begins to cough and then point at something.
“Sir, are you okay?” Ijichi asks as he approaches his boss with an abundance of napkins.
Gojo starts shaking his head but doesn’t spare the poor guy any more of a reply before swiping the napkins from Ijichi’s nerved palms, briskly wiping his mouth off, and moving to swing his door open.
Still confused, Ijichi merely follows after Gojo with furrowed brows and ends up walking right into him. At the same time, both men stumble to get a full view of what caused such an abrupt reaction.
“You’re joking,” Gojo mutters under his breath, now glaring across the office with an irritated eye twitching in tandem with his emotions. Because not only did Nanami Kento—the company’s CEO—go out of his way to visit this floor for the first time in weeks but of course he’s only making an appearance to talk to you.
When Gojo first saw the tall blond round that entryway corner, he thought he was just imagining things. But now that he’s stepped out of his office to get a better look, he’s left baffled. Your office door is open and Kusakabe is clearly panicked as he talks to the very intimidating Nanami. Although Gojo can’t quite make out the conversation from where he’s standing, watching you walk out only a few moments later tells him all he needs to know.
Gojo’s eyes follow every movement of yours as Nanami gives you a nod of his head, and clearly tells you to ‘follow him’. Then comes that annoying smile of yours before you so graciously trail behind the man. Without even thinking, Gojo swats his mug back to Ijichi, who barely clutches onto the item, and then his feet begin to move.
Being curious is one thing, nosy is another. Doubting you is one thing, talking shit about you before you even got there is another. And having your position as Marketing Director handed to you is one thing but earning Nanami’s attention on your first day here is another ordeal entirely.
Just who the hell are you? And why were you gaining all the things Gojo’s wanted since his first day here on your first day?
Gojo makes it halfway across the office just as Nanami disappears behind that corner, heading toward the elevators. You, following closely behind, stop for a second and it’s in that instant that Gojo’s feet pause flat on the floor.
He’s not sure why he’s stopped so suddenly but he doesn’t get much time to think about it before you turn your head back and look directly at him—almost as if you knew he left his office just to follow you. The sudden eye contact makes Gojo swallow down this weird feeling in his throat he wasn’t aware existed until now.
You watch the way his eyes narrow at you and, as if to get back at him, you then let your gaze fall downward along his body before rising back up. A natural twitch in the corner of your lips is felt before you mock his earlier expression with an attitude somehow cockier than his was.
Gojo is left visibly offended; brows so frustratedly scrunched up, eyes carrying a level of irritation that almost makes you want to take things a step further and laugh, and hands balled into tight fists at his sides. His lips part ever so slightly and you can tell it’s killing him not to say something right now-, anything, really.
The sound of your name being called from around the corner breaks the tension entirely and he watches the way you flinch a little. Your eyes get a bit wider and whatever mask of confidence you just put on falters for not even half a second before you turn away with a prompt reply of ‘coming, sorry!’ and then disappear within the blink of an eye.
It’s only day one but, without a doubt, Gojo cannot stand you. A feeling of which he highly doubts will ever change.
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ৎ୭ sum. so, you unlocked a new hot character who just so happens to be toji’s best friend. greaaat! what’s not so great, you might ask? you thinking you can take both of them at the same time . . *digital side eye*
wc. 8.2k
warnings. fem! reader, rent-a-dilf! au, thręesomes, dilf! toji, loser girl reader, unprotected, shiu is sassy for no reason, size differences, spít-roasting, double pęnetration, overstim, praise, ōral (both), dry humping, spanks, manhandling, cowgirl dp, rubbing tips, dirty talk, shiu has a dick piercing, bręeding, bromance? LOL idk, tummy bulges, implied multiple rounds.
an. hi this literally picks up after the first fic! (/ε＼*)
“i feeeeeel like . . i just walked into a bad porno.”
as you’re snuggled up against toji with a burly arm of his wrapped around you, your eyes gradually enlarge. instantly, you couldn’t help but allow your curious eyes to wander at the brand new character who toji apparently already knows.
shiu fuckin’ kong . .
with a lit pink cigarette (that you personally customized for him while dressing him up) sticking from the corner of his lips, your eyes take in his naturally suave appearance—he’s fashionably dripped in a business suit just like how he appeared in the game. it’s a dirty jet-black color, and his hands were already buried in his pockets. he’s tall too, very verrrry lean, you’d guess around the same height as toji.
shiu’s got a demeanor that just screams raunchy respect. as you continued to stare, you heard toji smack his lips from behind your ear . . and oh was he already irritated.
“tch. out of all people, you match with him?” toji grumbles, still feeling the soreness in his calves.
shiu snickers, walking up to the two of you before he grabs your hand. softly, he brings it up to his lips, caressing a thumb over your skin so lovingly. “glad we finally get ‘ta meet, pretty doll,” and shiu’s got a thick husky voice that’s got such an attractive smoky rasp. you could feel your heart fluttering just from that simple gesture, and then shiu’s eyes fell toward toji.
“ah, and… toji? i didn’t know the game allowed bums on the roster. how.. cute.”
narrowing leafy eyes straight back at him, toji lets out a snarling grouse. “anywaaays,” and he turns toward you, a near pout on his lips. “sugar, you can like to delete him now . . or whatever.”
you giggle. “i can’t do that, i wished for him, silly.” and you could already tell toji was getting jealous.
he practically reeked of it, but that’s probably what happens when you get too attached to fictional characters…. oops!
toji huffs at your answer and within a blink of an eye, your attention is already wholly fixated on shiu.
just …. like …… thaaat.
you’re still nude with the fluffed covers shielding your bare chest before your eyes start to rove and wander yet again. shiu hunches over the side of the bed with the same cigarette sticking between his teeth.
in a way, now that you think about it.. he actually resembles toji.
they both had dark black hair — growing, ruff facial hair with strong, citrusy cologne scents.
shiu’s was far much louder though, even louder than toji’s whose you’d always be able to smell from a mile away.
however - you’re so kept up in your thoughts that you don’t even realize he is now cupping your chin.
“my my, girl. look ‘atcha,” shiu’s low voice pitches naturally, taking a subtle glance at a very annoyed toji before tittering. “mhm, mhm. gorgeous face with an even more gorgeous body, my kinda woman,” and as he continued to speak, brushing a thumb over your pursed spit-glossed lips, shiu tilted his head. “toji couldn’t handle a fine girl like you, pretty doll.”
“like you could.” toji cockily crosses his arms, bulgy veins in his arms protruding within each confident flex.
“oh i can, sweetheart,” shiu looks at toji while he’s still caressing your chin.
you held back a giggle, hearing toji’s ‘weirdo…’ of a mumble slip past his lips at the little petname shiu gave him.
the air felt substantially thick, and you had to repeatedly blink again, and again and again..
this still didn’t even feel real.
the more the soft pad of shiu’s thumb smears alluring circles over your lips, the more you can already feel butterflies bubbling up inside of your tummy. looking down back at you, shiu hums hoarsely. “tell me, dove. what do you want, hm?”
“i…” you timidly croak, nearly gasping once you can feel yourself throbbing underneath the thick covers.
fuck- you just couldn’t think straight. but if you were being completely honest though, you stopped thinking with your brain a long time ago..
you were now thinking between your legs, because as the throbbing above your thighs started to quickly accelerate, you whined out a pretty, “i want you both.”
“oh, please.” toji scoffs, the mental image of having to share you nearly making him gag.
not that long ago, he had one night with you after you wished for him - just one night, and he wanted you all to himself.
he still couldn’t get over how good you rode him, milking him until he was whining for more.
“you heard her, toji,” shiu pried his finger back away from your wet lips, giving his best friend a teasing pat on the shoulder. “the pretty girl wants us both.”
“technically, she wants me. you weren’t even here in the last fic-”
“the… what?”
they started to bicker right before your eyes and you couldn’t help but eye roll.
they were practically arguing like an old married couple.
arguing over . . well, you.
you laid back against the plump pillow as you watched the two broad beefy men before you talked each others ears off. toji was still shirtless, and your eyes landed on his back sometimes expose his entire ripped physique every time he turned to his side.
countless, lightning-shaped scratches ran down his back like stripes, and you felt a bit sheepish knowing you did that.
toji rubs a hand over his neck before hearing a slight ‘crack!’ and groans from the release of tight muscles. you didn’t know why, but the simple action alone made the throbbing from earlier pick up again.
“finee,” toji ends the argument, a pout still displayed on his lips. “whoever makes her cum the most wins.”
shiu smiles to himself—sexily positioning his tie with a single hand before they’re both now turning their gazes toward you.
this was your cue to dramatically gulp, and you did before feeling a cool heat of air starting to wash between your thighs.
as the two men stood before you, you already knew one thing for sure. .
you were about to absolutely crushed - literally.
it didn’t take long at all before you found yourself bent over - arched on all fours with your tongue already rolling its way out your wide open mouth.
your hands, as wobbly as they were, pierced deeply into the rickety mattress. the second shiu lays his tongue flat against your wet cunt, you couldn’t help but mewl out a cute ‘ooooooh!’
he’s positioned behind you, his rosé-colored cigarette tossed in your nearby trash can as he holds your hips in place. meanwhile, toji’s in front of you with a hand placed on top of your raised chin.
“sugaaar, eyes up here,” he grunts, feeling your hands quickly claw their way at his freely nude cock.
toji was still tender from earlier and oh - you knew that entirely.
it’s probably only been about a few hours and he was already missing your pretty tight throat wrapped around his dick. he also couldn’t help but miss how warm you felt from the inside, how good you always clamped on his achingly needy shaft.
“ ‘m gonna need ‘ta see you work that mouth again for me, can you do that?”
“mhm-” you moan, caught off guard once you hear a wind of spit loudly preparing itself in shiu’s mouth.
thick, stubby fingers vertically swipe down your clit before with a messy ‘spat!’ - shiu ends up creating a sticky mess right against your entrance. you’re shivering, starting to lose your train of thought the second his crooked lips invade your folds with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses.
shiu’s messy - and he knew right away how to put his tongue to good use.
two, large hands cup your rocky hips before his pointed nose starts to zigzag its way down the sopping slot of your pussy. “yeaaah, girl, arch more against… mmph- my fuckin’ face,” he grunts, and you’re whimpering before wrapping a hand around toji’s veiny length.
like always, it stands tall before you—his tip a pearly flashing pink with remnants of dried cum dribbling from each stout side.
shiu could feel your hips frantically raising and spotting that cute, adorable arch of yours grow higher from each twisting curl of his tongue inside of you.
as his parched tongue reaches even deeper angles, he flicks his tip against toji’s cum that still lived inside of you. remnants of it still plugged into you, and he didn’t bat a single lash at all once he started to ‘clean’ you up.
“hah- such a sweet taste.” he purrs, using a thumb to spread the right cheek of your ass wider.
shiu lays his tongue fully flat, starting his way from the very top of your hole before slurping down. each loud squelch echoed through your ears, bouncing through each of your thinly made walls.
you honestly felt bad for your neighbors . . then again—this entire time, you sort of forgot about their sheer existence.
oh well! fuck them!
girl, not actually..
but toji and shiu were the exception though!
with shiu still devouring your cunt, you feel toji shuddering once you start to glue a few sloppy kisses against the tender head of his cock.
it’s poorly swollen still, with a blushing pink as a few veins decorate the sides. your hand that wraps around his shaft starts to give it a few pumps, feeling him already melting like wax near the wick of a candle.
“mhm-” his hand grips onto your hair, tightening by the very second. you couldn’t think straight with shiu repeatedly fucking his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt though.
every time his stubbled mustache would brush against your entrance, you’d holler out countless pretty moans. “sooo . . fuckin’ pretty,” toji rasps, cupping a big hand underneath your relaxed jaw.
you’re still stroking him, hearing the wet sloshes of your palm against his skin pitch louder before he groans. with ravened bangs running through his halfway-open eyes, toji brings his angry red tip towards your glossy puckered lips. “ ‘y gonna open for me? f- fuck, that cute throat of yours looks a bit empty.”
instantaneously, your tongue sticks itself out and you moan once toji starts to play with you again.
smack! after smack! - and he’s just softly hitting the teary cream-coated tip of his dick against your needy, sobbing tastebuds continuously..
a curving smirk starts to run across his lips as he watches that pout slowly marinating against your saddened features. “aww, look at that ‘lil frown, so cute,” he teases, your tongue still perfectly rolled out of your lips. shiu’s still eating you from behind, nibbling every few seconds against your nub just to earn a whine out of you. “manners, princess. y’know this.”
“please,” you’d spat, mentally cringing each time his hardened cock slapped itself against the tip of your tongue. you wanted more than just a cheap millisecond of a taste. so so bad..
whiteish strings of pre-cum and your saliva mixed from every time he’d pull his length away from your poor twitching lips. toji hears the wretched whine cutely gargle its way out of your voicebox, and he hums in amusement. letting off an irritated grunt, you poutingly correct yourself. “pretty.. please.”
“atta fuckin’ girl,” toji praises with a slight grumble, greeting your spit-glossed lips with yet another kiss.
he was feral, the sounds of teeth clashing only grew louder by the second as you started to pulse again.
shiu grunts, feeling you sneak a hand near the hem of his slacks. as your wet lips were still being tackled by toji’s, your thumb ghosted against his cottony boxers. the waistband folds from your touch and shiu breathes sharply, inching closer toward your face.
“aw, don’t hog her, toji,” shiu whispers, bringing his pursed lips to yours.
now - they were both kissing you, fighting over who could make your lips swollen first.
you moaned, tasting treacly slings of saliva depart from all sets of lips. toji tsks silently, poking his tongue inside your mouth while shiu playfully nibbles against the bottom of your lip.
you felt so hot - both of them started to put their hands on you, feeling all over your body and you couldn’t help but arch from all the burning touches.
“f- fuuuck.” you’d whimper, your tummy tucking inward in excitement at the feeling of shiu’s fingers skipping down your tummy.
they both had one thing in common for sure. they were fuckin’ handsy..
shiu’s feeling down your chest and toji’s got one hand holding the back of your head, another caressing down your thigh.
“hah- still a messy girl.” toji utters, squeezing your cum-glossed lips together before leaning up close, bringing you into a very hot kiss. you’re moaning, feeling toji’s callused open palms explore their way down your body - pulling your hips up oh-so eagerly.
his knee finds its way between your legs and you pout again. instinctively, that’s when your body starts to hump against his meaty limb.
“heh- she’s so excited,” shiu observes in a smoky whisper, getting up and pressing himself behind you. his lips were still slickly coated with your juices and he licked it clean - his tongue flirtatiously sliding around every damp spot.
with him being the one that was only fully clothed, you whined, feeling shiu’s hardened bulge of a tent press up against your bare ass.
he’s brick-hard, and shiu lets off a guttural groan once you playfully buck your ass back against him before rubbing against toji’s thigh once more. toji’s fat thumbs create a sensual path down your body, locating each pretty curve before grabbing your hips.
cocking his head slightly, his tongue dips inside your mouth before he starts to suck against your slippery wet tongue.
it’s a slow…..intimate action and with peeking flapping eyelids gradually opening, you could see his hooded green eyes already eyeing you.
he’s basically eye fucking you - intently locking eyes with you whilst his tongue battles yours in such a wet yet competitive way.
whenever toji kisses you - he’s just so greedy.
barely even giving you any time to breathe, he sloppily maneuvers his tongue against yours, groaning at each wet share of slaps! that resounds from both smacking lips.
his tongue even slithers its way out of your mouth for a split second, licking down your chin just to get it a bit wet.
shiu rolls his eyes, feeling the bulging tent in his slacks grow the more he stares at you and toji hungrily make out with each other.
“my turn,” shiu grumbles, softly pulling you away. gasping for breaths of fresh air, your lashes flap open for a second and you face shiu.
darkened brown eyes meet yours before he leans in, giving the left side of your neck a nice quick whiff. “mhmm, dove’s already startin’ ‘ta smell like me too, toji..” he whispers lowly, starting to suckle his lips against numerous tender spots of your skin.
you moaned, feeling toji nibble at your other shoulder with his hands meeting your rickety hips.
shiu’s touch was a bit softer, and more gentle while toji was more firm and hungry..
shiu’s painfully slow kisses (that almost felt like the entire world was pausing in the process) made you tingle the deeper he sucks against your tilted neck.
once he finally gets up to your face, shiu cunningly grins once he sees you cutely closing your eyes.
“ah, what’s this? were you expectin’ another kiss?” and your pout was your answer. a sweet, pouty frown tugs at each corner of your lips before shiu kisses the side of your mouth. “aw, poor thing. don’t pout, ‘m just messin’ with ya,” and within milliseconds, shiu’s lips finally slam against yours.
you felt a cool rush jolt down your body, moaning at the grasping, rough hands of both men touching each part of your body.
you’re still grinding against toji’s bulky thigh while whimpering against shiu’s lips - relishing in the faint fresh leavings of smoke on his tongue.
shiu’s got a bittersweet taste to him, and he brings a hand toward the back of your head, softly tilting it to a certain degree. “so needy for more.”
toji starts to breathe heavily, and he’s holding your hips in place, making you stay still. with airy pants leaving out of your wheezing lungs, you couldn’t help but circle your cunt around the center part of his thigh with your hips by shimmying yourself just a bit.
a candied whimper cuts out from your larynx at the sudden tenderness between your legs and you can feel shiu slowly smiling against your lips. “mhm? gonna make a mess on my thigh, girl? ‘s that why you can’t stop humpin’ on me?”
“mmph-” you’d moan as an inaudible response, your noises muffled due to how shiu’s tongue was still shoved down your throat.
you felt so tender. your entire body, it felt like you were on fire - between your legs, specifically.
you couldn’t help but wind your hips back against toji’s thick thigh, your hands finding their way toward your breasts to touch yourself while grinding against his leg.
“mhm, tryna give us a show, too?” toji grunts, verdant squinting eyes roving down your pretty chest.
your grinding doesn’t stop - in fact, you were only starting to get quicker.
shiu’s taking your breath away, literally, and he now starts to lap up the drool that drips down the crevices and corners of your chin. “such a diiiirty girl, didn’t know you get off ‘ta humpin’ my damn thigh, baby.”
“f- fuck, ‘m gonna hah- ohmygoddd!” you’d break away from shiu’s lips abruptly, your back arching as your hips finally come to an overwhelming halt.
you’re cumming - hard, and your cute battle cry of an orgasm was always music to their ears.
you’re feeling hot all over, and you’re steadily whimpering as you shamefully bury your face into the crook of shiu’s neck.
toji’s thigh was still propped up underneath you, slowly soaking with your slick wet mess as your ass continued to pathetically rock back ‘n forth against his veiny leg. “u- ugh, fuuuuck fuck!”
shiu reaches between your legs, giving your overstimulated cunt a niiiice squeeze before raising a brow. “y’er actin’ like this ‘n we haven’t even been inside ‘cha, yet.” you shivered, gasping once you felt the silvery band of shiu’s watch rub against your cunt.
slow - deep, thorough circles..
he’s smearing the front-protected part of the jewelry against your folds, feeling you cutely pulse against the protected glass.
it steams up right away from your wetness, and shiu could even hear just how wet you were.
your pussy was quite vocal—it was loud, sobbing and crying out little wet squelches of its own and you were still so so sensitive..
it’s cold the more he rubs it against the entrance of your pussy and he snickers at your reaction. shiu then starts nipping kisses near your neck once your body starts to shudder from the touch alone.
again, so sensitive..
the watch band instantly gets wet due to the syrupy stickiness that ran between your thighs, rubbing against the leathery strip. “she’s a wet girl today,” toji grunts, sliding his thigh from underneath you.
for some reason though . . you still couldn’t fathom that this was actually real.
toji fushiguro and shiu kong.
both sandwiched between you, sharing you- treating you like a mere rag doll.
then again, maybe this was a sign for you to stop reading so much fanfiction in your spare time and maybe…not get your back blown by literal fictional fuckin’ characters!
but fuck that.
why even bother to care when you can just be delusional right here…right now?
you’re interrupted from your thoughts once more once shiu pulls you into him. “dove- just a bit ago, you did say you wanted us both, yeah?” and you gulped, meeting toji’s eyes as he was on the bottom.
he’s laid out, beefy legs spread with his arms tucked behind his head. cocky cocky cocky.
you held back a moan once your eyes trailed down his overly hairy chest. so much of it too…
dark black bushes decorate down parts of his chest with his tummy a bit round ‘n plump at all angles. you’d probably melt if toji sank all of his weight on you. just putting you in a perfect mating pres-
“hey, focus, pretty,” shiu cups your face. you look at him, leaning into his gingerly soft touch and his body heat practically radiates against your exposed chest. “didya hear what i said?”
“y- yeah,” you sheepishly clear your throat, feeling his hands help you straddle over toji. “i can.. i can take you both.”
humming, shiu easily unbuckles his pants and his pants fall to the floor with a loud thuuud!
toji holds onto your hips tight, groaning before starting to give his cock a few solid beginning strokes.
the anticipation merely killed you - you couldn’t help but turn around, eyes nearly the size of table saucers once you see a glimpse of shiu’s cock.
he’s thick, and to top it all off, of course, he had that pretty ‘lil piercing through his dark pinkish frenulum.
prince fuckin’ albert..
you’d almost forgotten- that was yet another detail you decided to customize while toying with him on the game.
you requested for shiu kong to specifically have a dick piercing along with some of the other … vulgar things you arranged on his character.
you’ve heard about dick piercings but it’s hotter and different once you’re up close.
it’s somewhat pretty in a way - perfectly highlighting his tip as the steel piercing hooks over his frenulum.
it’s tucked right in, all the way in… and yet, for some reason… the more you stared, the more you started to feel yourself salivating.
you gulped so loud that you were almost positive one of them heard you.
shiu’s got a plethora of prominent veins running down each side of his shaft and it proudly stands tall, creamily tearing from each pinkish-tan corner with tears of milky precum.
“heh- i told toji ‘ta get a piercing like this but of course, he chickened out. me personally, man-”
“oh, fuck you,” toji grumbles, narrowing his eyes straight at shiu.
you hover over toji’s length which was also sheeny from the very top. it’s almost cute how his entire tip was so mushroomy and angrily flashing with various blushing colors of reddish pink.
they were both super super thick, and the mere thought of feeling them both stretching you out from the inside had your metaphoric panties in a twist. “i gotcha, sugar. look at me.” toji continues.
“oh, f- fuuuck,” you’d inhale deeply, your cunt immediately opening up at the welcoming gradual stretch of toji’s swollen cockhead.
you’re so tender, slowly sinking your way while your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip.
you’ve already felt toji - but shiu…
your heart’s pulse dramatically quickened by the second as you sank sank sank on toji’s fat cock.
“mhm,” shiu presses his chest against you, helping you secure yourself over toji’s lap.
with toji laid back comfortably, shiu’s right behind you with an arm snaking around your torso. a big hand meets its way between your legs, dragging a stubby thumb down your cunt that’s being stuffed with only about a good half of toji’s length so far. “let us hear that extra stretch, girl,” shiu hoarsely coos against your ear, aligning his leaking tip against your hole.
as a soft ‘mmngh!’ comes out from your lips, you land flat on toji’s hairy chest and he catches you with a smug grin, kissing your forehead.
but god - shiu’s stretch was simply out of this world. your eyes widened even larger than they already were as your lips pathetically spread apart, shaping into a surprised ‘o’ shape.
shiu’s stretching you out in every way possible. he’s groaning once he hears the pretty harmony of squelches leaving from both slick orifices.
his hand remains between your trembling thighs before his fingers start to rub against your pussy.
“there it is. that pretty stretch. ugh- there she fuckin’ iiiiis,” shiu reaches for the wooden headboard, nearly in awe at how perfect you were taking them both. your cunt squawks wetly, and your jaw just couldn’t stop itself from hanging.
the metal ring that glues on top of his tip immediately introduces itself against your puckering hole, giving it a sloppy frigid kiss of its own. with both stout shafts leisurely making their way into you, you were already panting like a dog.
“f.. fuck, so fuckin’ nghhh- big.” you’d moan, a sweaty palm of yours instinctively gripping a part of your ass.
with a tiny ‘lil shake of your hips, you started to grasp your bearings—attempting to start up a pace but cutely failing. saying that they were both big though was purely an understatement.
toji and shiu both had girth for days.
every inch drove its way into your gummy walls deeply, easily locating every possible opening they could rummage through.
you probably looked a mess already as your mouth remained open, dribbling from the corners of your parted sheeny lips with globs of drool..
you honestly couldn’t even compare them though.
inch after fuckin’ inch.. they were each huge in their respective ways - rightfully so!
slowly yet surely, they’re both making their way through your clenching insides as you finally start to rock your pathetic hips forward.
riiiight as toji’s cock sloppily plops! its way against your cunt, he’s fatally bottoming out. while he’s made his way past the tight ring of your barrier, you’re shaking against his chest with your mouth cutely agape the entire time.
“good…hah- girl. clampin’ down on us so good,” toji wheezes, already starting to break a sweat. he’s got your hips glued to his clammy palms, lowly grunting each time he feels your body’s grinding against them trying to quicken. “f.. fuck, shiu. she’s…hah- perfect, ain’t she shiu.”
“mngh- yeah, she is,” shiu groans, slowly starting to thrust forward.
you looked so pretty. from this view, he’s seeing all of your pornographically twisting, facial expressions at once.
you’re whimpering, nearly drooling yet again the more both of them fill each hole like it was nothing. you were sooo slick too - too slick, sloshes and squelches singing out of your pussy every time you rockily slide up ‘n down..
you’re damn near full - and your eyes rolled way back at the delicious stretch that curves through every end inside of you.
shiu’s piercing was the very cherry on top—the icing on the cake.
he’s tickling you in your most sensitive spots on purpose, making you whine out continuous wails of his name until your voice grows raw.
“s.. shiu, f- fuck, uugh-” and toji playfully flicks your forehead, hungry for more attention. “ow!”
“i’m inside you too, y’know.”
you rolled your eyes, nearly forgetting you were being double stuffed for a moment before you leaned in to kiss toji.
he grumbles against your lips, a hand creeping toward your ass before leaning into your sweetly-tasting embrace.
toji’s swallowing every individual moan that trickles away from your wet lips - savoring the saliva that lingers on the flat of your parched tongue.
“mmngh,” he’d then grunt, swatting a hand against your ass. shiu’s groaning while still behind you. his hips strenuously started to buck at a much more bumpy pace.
right then though, his waist snaps! right into your throbbing core, causing a single vigorous thrust to make you squeal.
right there-
your pussy clenches…then clamps…then clenches again and you’re feeling them both reach deep deep deep!
each targeted hit was sloppy - wet, sobbing out squelches every time your ass softly bounces back against toji’s warm lap.
your skin flawlessly ricochets against both bodies that were glued against you. “f- fuuuck, harder.” you’d pant, breathlessly whispering between kisses.
toji grunts, watching as you friskily swipe your tongue across the scar that slashes down his lip.
“mm- arch a bit more f’ me, pretty doll,” shiu roughly murmurs, his abs underneath his dress shirt tightening from each pivotal thrust forward.
oh, his hips were just nasty though. shiu’s literally drilling into you now - acting as if his hips had the occupation of a construction worker.
your sweet, sweet whines that were never-ending, filled the room with the addition of your bed’s creaking cries of mercy. lifting your hips, shiu presses a wet kiss against the inside of your neck. “hah- atta girl, stay like that. juuuust like- that.”
right at the end of his gravelly sentence, shiu’s cock punctuates your core so good that you’re just speechless..
dumbfounded.
entirely stupid.
your lips leave toji’s as you’re whimpering, weakly rocking against his chiseled frame that reclined underneath you. “o- oooh my god, ‘m gonna c.. cum… gonna.. -ngh!” you’d gasp, your left leg already starting to shake.
you’re salivating immensely from both corners of your mouth, taking a second to swallow once you feel toji’s scarred palm slide its way underneath your tummy.
there!
as his hand rubs around the spot, he’s pressing his palm over. a bulge starts to form before disappearing . . then forming again.
“mhm, look at thaaat,” he rasps, sliding a finger around the outline that faintly molds a shape.
they’re in so deep - so fuckin’ deep that you’re barely able to formulate words, let alone coherent sentences as you’re just whimpering out the same three syllables of their names combined.
it’s the same wiiiide stretch occurring after each sloppy thrust and you never get over it. you’re still moaning despite your voice already turning a bit raw..
as you’re still rotating your ass around each cocks that stuffed you full, you’re feeling shiu’s hands spread your ass apart juuuust to see your full puckering hole.
he can’t help but pull out every few seconds, poking a thumb inside just to feel you cutely slump back. every surprised ‘ooooh!’ you’d make always made shiu’s dick twitch - and fuck, did you feel it every time.
occasionally, you felt the bushy hair of toji’s base tickle against your skin. you’re steadily arching, feeling every nerve in your body shiver.
“ ‘m gonna..f- fuckin’ cum too,” toji falls back against your sage velveteen cushioned pillows. you almost forgot how he was still sensitive from before. all because of you.
you’re laid right up against his chest, studying how every few seconds, his expressions would twist.
his hazed, green eyes nearly resembled a color of an emerald—toji’s gruffly groaning, maintaining a solid grip on your hips before huffing out an abrupt. “s.. sugar, ‘y gonna milk me again, f- fuck.”
“always such a baby,” shiu murmurs, snickering once he sees toji’s glare from a blurred side glance. your cunt was so slick, covering them both from the veiny shafts down as you rock rock rocked against them each.
sweet yelping ‘ah’ ‘s would yelp out of you as the pressure continues to build.
their mashing tips were competitive—harshly smearing gluey kisses all around your cervix.
you’re moaning, leaning back against shiu’s chest as he gives your pussy a soft spank. “mhm- pretty doll, cum with toji,” he leans into your ear, his voice a hushed dirty whisper. “make him whine for us, can you do that f’ me, pretty girl?”
“y- yeaaah, shiu,” you’d reply, grabbing his wrist and making him cup onto your jiggling breasts. they were just so pretty - loosely springing free as you bounced, grinding your entire weight against toji’s lap. “fuck, f- fuck.”
meanwhile, shiu’s hands continue to explore your body with them both still puncturing each of your wet orifices.
that same cruel stretch that would occur every few wet split seconds had your back arching, toes submissively curling, jaw idly dangling.
you swore that these types of scenarios only happened in the fanfictions you read, sort of like like this one—i mean, the ones you’d randomly stumble upon in your spare time.
now that it was actually happening though, you never wanted this moment to end.
“fuck, ‘m cummin, - hah,” toji groans, his breath catching in his throat once your hand wraps around his neck. exactly as your fingers snaked around his thick throat, you felt toji’s dick twitch inside of you.
you were both reaching delirious peaks at the same time, moaning together at the sprinkles of elation that spiked through each vein and axon of your body and his. “u- uuugh, take it all, girl. better take it..”
“s.. shit,” you’d whine, your release forcing you to subtly slow down the speed of your hips as the two of you end up finishing.
it’s a slow rush.. and shiu’s still behind you. his hand that was gripping your breast slowly trails its way down your sweaty chest.
as you’re riding him again - toji’s life flashes before his eyes… at least in a video game sense.
it’s almost as if you could see the little pixelated hearts floating above his head, and one suddenly disappears the moment he comes inside of you.
two lives remaining left ! ! !
“g.. god,” he whimpers huskily, clammy sticky black bangs gluing to his forehead. toji’s washboard abs clench as he’s shooting blanks, shooting said blanks deep into your womb. it’s hot, bubbling into your cunt as you writhe around each dick that is stuffed inside of you. “ ‘m gonna marry y’er pussy one day, baby. sooo . . fuckin’ good.”
“hah-” shiu pants, a hand resting on your back, tracing a few imaginary lines down your skin. “like he can even afford a marriage license anyway. i’d have to be the sugar daddy for you both.. heh. not that i’d mind.”
“shut … up.” toji grumbles, wrapping his arms around your torso. you’re still moaning, feeling the gooey masses of cum creaming all down your slit, creating a pearly sheet of slick that eventually coats shiu’s cock also.
it’s a mess-
that much was apparent, but toji could tell by the feral little look in your eyes that you wanted more..
greedy girl.
and more did you get - because once it’s your turn to ride shiu, you felt a feeling of butterflies you’ve never felt with toji.
shiu’s got a different kind of aura to him, an aura that is a liiiitle bit different than toji.
like it was mentioned earlier… just a single glance at shiu kong and you just know that he’s the type of guy who demands respect.
“tch. guess i’ll just go fuck myself,” toji rolls his eyes dramatically, a pout fully displayed on his grim face.
he was obviously kidding and, it was cute to see toji so jealous. he’s had a sweet taste of you for one time and he already wanted more - more of you, and all for himself.
but you did summon shiu from the game also, so double the fun . . right?
you couldn’t help but giggle, watching how toji’s eyes would darken a bit at seeing shiu starting to align you on his wet tip. “shiu- make sure she’s nice ‘n we-”
“toji sweetheart, thank you- but i know how to please a lady,” shiu sassily replies with a tone of suggestive jest, one hand already gripping your waist. “up up, pretty doll. raise those hips f’ me real quick, yeah.. good girl-” he instructs in a raspy voice, feeling your slick cunt gush a bit.
it’s a loud ‘pssssh!’ that squeaks right between your legs, and you’ve seen gnawing on your lip as his pierced cock’s starting to rub circles around your drooling entrance.
“mmh- fuck, shiu,” you’d moan, trying to position yourself right. he’s slouched back with his tie all ruffled, messily about to pull itself out of his suit before he grunts. the coldness of the dick ring makes you shiver, gasping once his hand sharply smacks your ass. “spank me h- harder.”
“mhm- i planned on it, gorgeous,” shiu gravelly whispers against your ear, bringing the center of his palm against your backside once more.
swat! swat! swat!
and your skin jiggles upon impact, pitchy whines leaving from your dried-out throat each second. “ooh, good girl. y’er spoilin’ me with allllll this perfect ass, ‘m afraid, dove.”
toji gets behind you, and you feel his callused fingertips run down your spine once shiu starts to finally lower you down.
it all happens in agonizing slow motion, and your lashes flutter at his wet lips painting even wetter kisses down your spine. you were always a sucker for his touch—frowning at each wet peck that glues against your skin like paste.
“how’s it feel, sugar?” toji murmurs, rough textured hands dragging further down your skin.
your entire body rocks back against his chest, whining loudly once the crude stretch starts to commence again.
shiu grunts, feeling you start to move - seductively swerving your whole ass around in all kinds of circles and shapes.
gasping for each languid breath you possibly could, you whine out a sweet little, “good- mmh, fuck so good,” and you could feel your mouth watering at each millisecond that passes.
his thickness… oh- you’d probably never ever get used to it.
shiu’s fat tip doesn’t take long to disappear inside of you, inviting itself inside of your walls before you give him a loving tight grip.
the pierced crown of his cock massages its way around your cunt, moving its way around before its shimmies into your slobbering core. “s- sooo good, shiu. don’t stop.”
“hah- can see why ya like her, toji.” shiu grits through his teeth, combing a hand through his dampened black tresses.
with his right hand damn near glued to the left jittering cheek of your ass, shiu gives you another hard swat. you’re fully riding him now, the bed’s sudden creaking supporting that very apparent fact before he groans.
“she fits reeeeal nice, mmh- her pussy’s fuckin’ dangerous,” and as he starts to fan himself, slumping back, shiu starts to lie slouch, letting you take over. “…phewww.”
“told you.” toji grouses, a hand finding its way around his cock that’s pulsing with exciting veins. he watched how you were just perfect - effortlessly working your hips on shiu.
you’ve got a grip like shiu’s never felt before.
each time your ass violently slaps back against his meaty thighs, he’s getting whiplash.
shiu’s entirely taken aback too. his grip on your ass lessens as he stares at you with bleary, hooded eyes struggling to open. “mmhhh, work it, girl. fuck me.. f- fuck me,” he’s lowly grunting, feeling his cock already tightening from the inside.
toji’s next to you, flicking his tongue against your neck before sucking on it deeply.
he’s making sure to savor your taste - and oh did you taste sweet.
sweet like candy, and toji fushiguro’s always been one for an occasional sweet tooth; a sugar rush.
the real rush though, was the way your scent drove him crazy.
toji couldn’t help but briefly break his lips away from your skin, trailing his nose down your neck before groaning.
you tasted sweet but fuck was your scent far far sweeter. it was a mixture of your scent along with the manly concoction of them both. both colognes that were so loud in the air, rubbing off across every single part of your body as you moved.
“atta girl, use those hips,” toji huffs, a hand returning on his cock. while giving his cock a few strokes, he’s pressing himself against your back. “f.. fuck, doin’ so good for us. make shiu cum, baby.”
“ugh- damn, she knows how ‘ta fuckin’ ride.. s.. shiiit-” shiu swallows thickly, taking occasional glances at your ass that merrily bounces right back against his cock.
his pierced cockhead plummets its way deep inside of your pussy, tickling against every sensitive spot it could. “yeah, y- yeah.. yeah… look at me, pretty doll. look at me while you ride this dick like a fuckin’ hah- champ.”
“f- fuck,” you’d moan, leaning forward into shiu. that causes your arch to make an arch and it’s a sexy arch that makes toji groan just spotting it. you’re inwardly dipping your hips whilst his sticky fingertips probe all against the near heart shape of your rotating ass. “ ‘m gonna cum again, shiu.”
with a hand softly going around your neck, shiu pulls you in close for a filthy, hot kiss that makes your cunt pulse almost right away.
toji’s rubbing a hand against your stuffed full entrance and you’re whimpering against shiu’s lips. your body’s still rocking at such a speed that even shiu could barely keep up. as your dripping tongue swirls its way around him, he opens his mouth to give you better access.
teeth fiercely clash into each other as both lips smack continuously. shiu’s starting to thrust into you now, slightly raising his hips just so he could pound into you and it makes you gasp.
“mmph-” you’d moan, taking toji’s hand and making him squeeze against your cunt. a thumb of his swipes down your soddened nub and you shudder, still tongue-tied with shiu.
“f- fuck, ‘m cummin’.” he groans, breaking away from the kiss with your damp lips landing on his stubble.
shiu’s sloppily raising his honed-structured hips into you and he’s hitting you good from the inside. his tip’s greeting your cervix like it’s no tomorrow, and you’re whining once your release smoothly follows.
blanks - the two of you shoot blanks, each cumming hard with both jaws dangling like an earring.
you’re holding onto shiu as sweet little yelps shriek out of your throat. “fuck, f.. fuck!” you’d whimper, toji’s hand still maneuvering circles around your convulsing cunt.
shiu’s eyelids were drooped all the way low - he was exhausted, and yet he’s still got that sleazy grin on his face as he’s pouring pasty stripes into your overflowed pussy.
it’s sticky ‘n slimy, two perfect words to describe the mess that was a reoccurring thing for the two of them when it came to you. he pops a feverish miry knot inside of you before it bubbles its way out, sloppily dribbling down the twinned valley of your cracked open thighs.
“g.. goddaaaamn, girl,” shiu spanks your ass one last time, tears and tears of sweat racing all sides of his forehead.
he’s overly glossed in sweat - fanning himself yet again before falling back against your pillow. “hah.. toji,” he looks up at his friend who’s still pouty, stroking his cock and desperately wishing he was inside of you once more.
you looked so hot though - your arms wrapped around shiu as your ass slightly raised.
your neck slightly cranes to see the mess cascading down your sopping clit and you finally see it. creamy fresh clumps and it’s all flowing down your opening live a river - a more lewd version though. its in such a carnal way at how slickly it drizzles down the slot of your sopping pussy that’s overly coated with such amounts that it makes them both grunt.
“mmh.. such a nasty girl,” shiu continued, gently pulling you off of him before playfully rolling you over. “with hips like those, i… hah- might have to keep her,” snickering once he sees toji’s scowl, he corrects himself. “geez, i mean we..”
♡ ♡ ♡
as you’re still trying to get after release after release, you're seeing nothing but a galaxy full of stars.
it’s probably been many many, various…hell- a plethora of positions and you could barely think straight.
toji and shiu each took turns ‘sharing’ you, which mainly consisted of them constantly fighting over you.
you honestly lost count of how many orgasms they snatched out of your left and right. you were almost entirely sure they’d both forgotten about their little bet - seeing just who’d be able to make you cum more.
“f.. fuck,” you’d moan, flopping back against the bed. you’re out of breath, struggling to catch your breath as they both depart. toji’s flustered and shiu’s reaching for a lighter in his wrinkled pants that laid flat across your bed.
“tooooji,” shiu murmurs, pushing the the second pink cigarette between his teeth. “mmph- be a doll ‘n light this for me.”
“die,” toji glares - but despite his insult, he does it anyway.
you’re just laying flat on your pillow, watching the oddly brief intimate moment between the two as your chest heaves in and out.
with green eyes glaring straight at shiu, he leans in close, flicking a thumb over the lighter’s rusty turning wheel.
with a sudden click! the incandescent glowing flame flashes for a split second, burning into the dry butt of the cigarette.
shiu hoarsely hums, inhaling before lowly purring. “thank you, sweetheart,” and before he could even care what toji’s next response was, shiu gets between your legs.
shiu’s hands were so warm… they spread your slick-dripping thighs apart perfectly, getting a nice view of the mess they both created.
with the cigarette still tucked firmly between his teeth, he swipes a thumb down your buttery-coated clit that’s glittering from the entrance with wads ‘n wads of freshly hot cum. “such a…messy girl,” and he’s so close that his balmy breath wafts against the opening of your pussy.
you moaned, seeing toji licking his lips through your peripherals. tilting his head, shiu pulls out the stick for a moment, breathing out a cloudy puff of air. “toji, c’mere. our girl needs a proper cleanin’.”
“tsk. shiu, don’t tell me what to do,” toji grouses under his breath, already inching his face closer between the sprawled-out arc of your thighs.
so, so pretty -
they each filled you to the very brim. every single orifice was stuffed, oozing with such syrupy amounts. lanky strips of velvety cum plugged deep into your full womb, making you feel warmer than you’ve ever felt.
your toes curled as you sweetly whimpered, feeling both of their tongues create tender strokes against your pussy.
they ‘ahhh’ lowly, sloppily slurping their messes as you’re writhing on each twitching muscle that laps against your runny folds.
“mmnh- don’t stop,” you’d whine, pawing both hands at the crowns of their jerking heads.
instantly, your fingers get tangled with every ravened hair that silky runs through your fingertips.
gawking down with blurred irises, they’re both lewdly eating you out at the same time. shiu’s eyes were closed and he was all calm, a small tiny smile creasing against his lips . .
meanwhile, toji, he’s just glaring at shiu. a vein nearly bulges out of the side of his forehead as he cups his lips around your cunt. he’s eating you out like his life depended on it.
of course- everything with him just had to be a competition.
not that you were one to complain though.
two of the men that you wished for on this stupid dating app… game… whatever it was had you living every girl’s dream.
eventually though, as they’re lapping hot tongues up ‘n down your sticky cunt that’s painting each of their chiseled chins with a glittery wet stream of slick, you lean back moaning.
with your back submissively arching, your toes shrivel into a cute curl once more. they roll their tongues all the way flat, dragging and fucking its entire length inside of you just to hear you squeal.
toji’s dipping his tongue in and out while shiu’s thoroughly licking around every area - and eventually, their tongues end up touching.
but as you’re moaning, you suddenly feel them stop.
panting, you look down, muttering out a quiet, “w- what happene.. oh.”
and much to your surprise (not really), you glance down and see the two of them making out.
making out and eating you out at the same time. shiu snickers, cupping toji’s face with one hand, his cigarette gripped with his extra remaining fingers.
your pussy the third wheel- literally, and their lips mash against each other and your folds as they compete even still at devouring your twitching heat.
toji’s kisses back, grunting once he feels shiu reach between his legs—wrapping a hand around his friend’s length.
you grow meek, watching the two as you started to pulse—they were tongue deep, and toji’s veiny shaft was tender from shiu’s touch alone.
shiu grabbed his dick, rubbing his pierced tip against toji’s and they both groaned upon contact.
the plush textures of both swollen cockheads were so tender - as they rubbed against each other, you heard them both quietly groaning.
toji whined though, it was faint but you definitely heard it.
“i’m…literally….still here guys,” you force a grin, your lashes flickering within each blink.
“yes, girl. we know,” shiu murmurs with slight sass in his tone, reluctantly prying away from toji.
they’re both panting like untamed animals—tasting remnants of you on each of their sticky tongues before finally departing. shiu then turns toward you, leaning in, and gives you a head pat. “i think we’ll take it from here.”
with confusion aching near the left lobe of your brain - your brows furrow, staring at the pair and how toji suddenly bends over.
what in the...
“hm, toji. let’s see if your arch is as good as i remember.” shiu cocks his head, rubbing a finger underneath his chin.
toji grumbles before cockily snickering. “it’s better than hers, that’s for damn sure.”
“excuse m-”
“quiet, pretty doll,” shiu interrupts you with a warm smile. he gives you a kiss on the forehead, seeing the invisible question marks pop all around your head before turning back to toji.
“but, oh yeah? let’s see it then, big guy. show the pretty girl how it’s really done.”
Could you pretty please write a stepdad!toji where he has his friends over and he reveals that he’s been sleeping with his stepdaughter and is casually bragging that she’s a squirter but they teasingly don’t believe him so he invites you to come join/meet them and prove them wrong. Like a major emphasis on exhibitionism where they just sit there and watch you on Toji’s lap whilst he turns you into a fountain and !maybe¡ they take turns trying to make you gush like omgggg pls im ovulating. like girl i LOVE your writing style so much this would be top tier 👅💦❤️❤️❤️
Rain On Me ﾟ⋆☂︎⋆
˙⋆✮ Warnings: NSFW / Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact), Squirting, Gangbang, Exhibition, Dick Piercings yums, passing out, a whole lotta freak. This request made my pussy so wet i squirted too.
11k filth.
The cold beers sweat in their hands as the men sprawl across Toji’s living room, a haze of cigarette smoke hanging in the air despite the open windows. Another Friday night with the boys, and it’s Toji’s turn to host.
This usually means a steady supply of the good whiskey and, if they’re lucky, maybe some decent food that didn’t come from a delivery app. The conversation flows easy, the insults flying between the men who’ve known each other too long to pretend.
Sukuna stretches his massive frame across the couch, his tattoos rippling as he throws an arm over the backrest. He’s already working on his third beer, the empties lined up on the coffee table like fallen soldiers.
Shiu perches on the edge of the loveseat, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, eyes half-lidded as he watches the others through the smoke.
Naoya’s pacing, all nervous as usual, cracking his knuckles as he waits for his turn in their rotating game of bullshit.
And Toji’s kicked back in his recliner, legs spread, one hand on his whiskey, the other absently scratching at the scar on his lip. There’s something smug in the set of his shoulders tonight, a secret tucked behind those razor-sharp green eyes.
“So I’m telling her to get on all fours,” Sukuna says, his voice dropping into that low register that always signals he’s about to say something filthy. “And this bitch, she’s looking at me like I’m crazy.”
“But you are crazy,” Shiu cuts in, flicking ash into a half-empty pizza box.
Sukuna ignores him. “She says to me, ‘I’m not that kind of girl.’” He mimics a high, prissy voice that makes Naoya snort. “So I say, ‘Baby, you’re exactly that kind of girl. You’re just afraid of how much you’re gonna like it.’”
“You’re so full of shit,” Shiu says, but there’s no heat in it.
“Nah, man, she was begging by the end.” Sukuna grins, all teeth. “Like, literally. ‘Please, please, please.’”
They all know he’s exaggerating, they always do, but that’s half the fun.
“Please,” Naoya scoffs. “I had this girl last week, she was so into it she squirted all over my fucking bed. Had to throw out the mattress.”
That gets everyone’s attention. Sukuna sits up straighter, eyes narrowing. Shiu takes a long drag of his cigarette.
“Bullshit,” Sukuna says. “You couldn’t make a girl squirt if your life depended on it.”
“I swear to god,” Naoya insists, cheeks flushing. “It was like a fucking firehose. She apologized and everything.”
Shiu shakes his head. “She was probably just pissing herself laughing at your sad little dick.”
The room erupts. Sukuna nearly chokes on his beer. Even Toji, who’s been suspiciously quiet, cracks a smile.
“Fuck you,” Naoya spits, but there’s no bite to it. They all know the drill by now. “Whatever. At least I’m not the one paying women to pretend they’re into me.”
Shiu raises an eyebrow. “That’s business, not pleasure. And I get off on watching their bank accounts grow. You wouldn’t understand.”
“You two are fucking sad,” Sukuna says, shaking his head. “I had this one girl last month, she was so into it she let me cum in her mouth and then kiss her. Like, deep. And she swallowed everything.”
They all groan. Classic Sukuna, always trying to one-up everyone with his tales of sexual conquest.
“That’s not even impressive,” Shiu says, but the slight tightening around his eyes says otherwise. “I had a woman once who came three times from just my fingers. Didn’t even need to get my dick out.”
It’s at this point that Sukuna notices Toji hasn’t said a word. Normally, Toji’s the first to jump in with some crude story or another, something to make them all wince or whistle or call him a sick fuck.
“Hey,” Sukuna says, tossing an empty can at Toji’s head. “You dead in there? We’re talking about pussy and you’ve got nothing to say?”
Toji catches the can midair without looking, crushing it in his fist. “Just waiting for you amateurs to finish.”
That gets everyone’s attention. Shiu raises an eyebrow. Naoya stops pacing.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sukuna asks.
Toji takes a long swig of his whiskey, then sets the glass down with a deliberate thunk. “Means I’ve been fucking my stepdaughter for the past six months, and she lets me do anything I want to her.”
The room goes silent. For once, Sukuna has nothing to say. Shiu’s cigarette burns, forgotten, between his fingers. Naoya’s mouth opens and closes like a fish.
“You’re full of shit,” Shiu finally says, but his voice lacks its usual conviction.
Toji just smiles, that slow, dangerous curve of lips that means he’s about to prove someone wrong.
“She’s a squirter,” he says, as casually as if he’s discussing the weather. “Like, for real. Not that pissing shit Naoya’s talking about. The real deal. Soaking the sheets, hitting the headboard. And she begs—fuck, she begs so pretty. ‘Please, Daddy, please.’”
“You calling me a liar?” Toji’s voice drops, dangerous.
“No, but—“ Naoya stumbles over his words. “That’s just—that’s your daughter, man.”
“Stepdaughter,” Toji corrects. “And she’s not my daughter when she’s on her knees.”
The room falls into an uncomfortable silence. Shiu stubs out his cigarette, then immediately lights another. Sukuna takes another swig of his beer, eyes never leaving Toji’s face.
“I want proof,” Sukuna says finally.
“Yeah,” Shiu agrees, surprising everyone. “Show us or it didn’t happen.”
Toji laughs, a sound that sends a chill down even Sukuna’s spine. “You want me to prove I fuck my stepdaughter?”
“That’s fucked up,” Naoya says, but he doesn’t leave. None of them do.
“Wait here,” Toji says, standing up and draining the last of his whiskey. “I’ll be right back.”
And with that, he’s gone, leaving the three men in a silence broken only by the soft crackle of Shiu’s cigarette and the distant sound of Toji’s heavy footsteps heading upstairs.
The bedroom door slams open with enough force to make the walls shudder. You’re sitting cross-legged on your bed, phone in hand, earbuds in, when suddenly there’s Toji, all six-foot-something of him filling your doorway, his eyes dark with that look you’ve come to know all too well.
You barely have time to yank out your earbuds before he’s crossing the room, his hand wrapping around your upper arm.
“What the—“ you start, but Toji cuts you off with a shake of his head.
“No talking,” he says, his voice that special kind of rough that makes your stomach flip. “I’ve got something to show the boys.”
And then you’re airborne—literally—as he hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.
Your stomach lurches as he turns and heads back toward the door, one hand splayed across the back of your thighs to keep you in place. The world tilts sideways, your hair hanging down past Toji’s shoulder blades, the floor moving beneath you in a nauseating blur.
“Toji!” you hiss, pounding your fists against his lower back. “Put me down!”
“Stop squirming,” he says, giving your ass a warning slap that echoes in the narrow hallway. “You’re gonna make me drop you.”
You know from experience he won’t drop you (Toji’s strong enough to carry you one-handed if he wanted to) but the threat is enough to make you go limp.
Your tank top rides up, exposing a strip of your lower back to the cool air of the house. Your shorts, those thin cotton ones that barely cover your ass on a good day, slide even further up the curve of your thighs.
The living room comes into view, and with it, the shocked faces of Toji’s friends.
You’ve seen them around before. Shiu with his ever-present cigarette, Sukuna with his massive frame and smirk, Naoya with his badly bleached hair and piercings. But never like this. Never with you draped over Toji’s shoulder like some kind of exotic pet.
Toji drops you into his lap as he sinks back into his recliner. Your face burns hot enough to fry an egg as you scramble to hide yourself against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck, your face pressing into the warm skin where his t-shirt collar hangs loose.
You can feel his heart beating against your cheek, steady and strong, while yours hammers like it’s trying to escape your ribcage.
You’re acutely aware of how you’re sitting—straddling one of his thighs, your knees pressing into the leather on either side of his hips, your ass perched precariously on his other leg.
Your shorts have ridden up so far you can feel the cool air on the exposed skin of your ass cheeks. Your tank top has twisted, exposing a sliver of your stomach where it meets the waistband of your shorts.
“Sshh,” Toji soothes, one big hand running up and down your spine in long, slow strokes. The other hand comes up to card through your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles. “You shy, princess?”
You nod against his neck, not trusting yourself to speak. The living room has gone dead quiet—you can practically hear the smoke from Shiu’s cigarette curling toward the ceiling.
“What the fuck,” Sukuna says finally, breaking the silence. His voice is thick with something you don’t want to identify.
“You can’t just—“ Shiu starts, then stops, seemingly at a loss for words.
It’s Naoya who speaks up next, his voice sharp with indignation. “Don’t be rude,” he says, and you realize with a start that he’s talking to you. “You have guests over.”
You feel Toji’s body tense beneath you, and you peek up just enough to see the glare he’s shooting at Naoya. But then Toji’s hand is on your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.
“He’s right, baby,” Toji says, his voice dropping to that tone he uses when it’s just the two of you. “You should say hello to everyone.”
Slowly, reluctantly, you turn in his lap to face the room.
The three men are staring at you with expressions ranging from shock to hunger. You manage a small wave, your fingers barely moving, before embarrassment overtakes you again and you duck back down to hide your face in Toji’s neck.
“Jesus Christ,” Shiu mutters, finally remembering his cigarette and taking a long drag. “She’s actually—“
“Shy,” Toji cuts in, his hand resuming its gentle stroking of your hair. “Aren’t you, princess? But she’s not always like this.” His voice drops even lower, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Are you, baby?”
You shake your head slightly, not trusting your voice.
“The guys don’t believe me,” Toji says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “They think I’m making shit up about how good I make you feel.”
That gets your attention. You lift your head slightly, frowning. “No,” you say, your voice small but clear. “That’s not true. You take good care of me.”
The room goes quiet again. You can feel Toji’s chest rumble with silent laughter beneath your cheek.
“Hear that?” he says to the room at large. “She thinks I take good care of her.”
“She’s just saying that,” Naoya cuts in, his voice tight. “She’s probably scared of you.”
That makes you frown. “I’m not scared of Toji,” you say, a little more firmly. “He’s never hurt me.”
“Not in a bad way,” Toji agrees, and there’s something in his voice that makes your face heat up again.
“Look,” Sukuna says, his massive frame shifting on the couch as he leans forward. “I don’t know what kind of fucked up game you two are playing, but—“
“It’s not a game,” Toji says, cutting him off. “And we’re gonna prove it.” His hand slides down to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze that makes you jump. “Right, baby? We’re gonna show these assholes exactly how good I can make you feel.”
Toji’s looking at you with those eyes, and his hand is warm on your skin, and his voice is doing that thing that makes your stomach flip, and—
“Okay,” you whisper, so quietly you’re not sure anyone but Toji can hear it.
But they must, because the room goes deathly quiet again, the only sound the soft crackle of Shiu’s cigarette as it burns closer to the filter.
Toji’s hand slides down from the small of your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine until they reach the waistband of your shorts.
For a moment, he just rests his palm there, warm and heavy, then slowly, so slowly you can feel each individual callus, his hand cups the roundness of your ass.
His fingers dig in slightly, testing the give of flesh beneath thin cotton, and you can’t stop the small whine that escapes your throat as you bury your face deeper into his neck.
“There it is,” Toji murmurs, voice pitched low for your ears only. “That pretty little sound.”
His hand slides lower, gripping the meat of your ass cheek and giving it a gentle squeeze. Then another, firmer this time, making the flesh jiggle beneath his palm.
The sound seems obscenely loud in the otherwise silent room—the soft smack of skin against skin, your barely-there gasp as you squirm in his lap.
“What the fuck,” Sukuna says again, but there’s a new note in his voice, something hot and hungry that makes your skin prickle.
“Jesus Christ,” Shiu mutters, taking another long drag of his cigarette. “This is fucking—“
“Hot,” Naoya cuts in, his voice tight. “It’s fucking hot, is what it is.”
Toji laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he says, and then his hand is moving again, sliding around to the front of your shorts, dipping beneath the waistband.
You stiffen, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over you. “Toji,” you whisper, your voice breaking on his name. “They can see—“
“That’s the point, baby,” he murmurs back, and then his fingers are sliding lower, pushing past the elastic of your panties to cup you directly. Your shorts pull taut across the front, the outline of his hand clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.
“Holy shit,” Sukuna breathes, leaning forward on the couch. “Is he—“
“Fuck,” Shiu agrees, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. “He is.”
Toji’s fingers move, spreading your folds, finding the slick heat of you with unerring accuracy.
Your breath catches as he circles your clit, once, twice, then dips lower to gather the wetness there.
The sound is unmistakable. The soft, obscene squelch of his fingers moving through your arousal.
And you want to die, want to disappear, want to sink into the floor and never come back up.
But then Toji’s finger presses just right, rubbing tight circles against that spot that makes your vision blur, and all you can do is clutch at his shoulders and try to remember how to breathe.
“She’s soaked,” Toji announces to the room, his voice thick with pride. “Always gets this wet for me. Don’t you, princess?”
You nod helplessly, beyond words as his fingers continue their relentless exploration.
“Stand up,” Toji says suddenly, his hand withdrawing from your shorts to grip your waist. “Come on, baby. Up.”
You obey without thinking, your body responding to his command before your brain can catch up.
Your legs are shaky as you stand, the cool air hitting your overheated skin making you shiver. Toji’s hands are on your hips, turning you to face the room, to face his friends. All three of them staring at you.
Toji’s hands move to the waistband of your shorts, fingers hooking under the elastic to tug your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. The cool air hits your exposed flesh, raising goosebumps along your thighs, between your legs. Your shorts and panties land in a tangle around your ankles, and then Toji’s giving them a flick, sending them flying across the room—directly at Naoya, who catches them with a startled yelp.
“Fuck,” Shiu says, his voice cracking on the word. “She’s completely—“
“Full of hair,” Sukuna finishes, eyes fixed on the juncture of your thighs. “What a woman.”
Toji laughs again, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Ilike it this way,” he says, one hand coming up to stroke the inside of your thigh. “I don’t mind a little hair in my food.”
Your face burns, but you can’t look away from the three men—can’t tear your eyes from the way Sukuna’s shifted on the couch, one hand adjusting himself through his pants; from the way Shiu’s cigarette has burned down to the filter without him noticing; from the way Naoya’s clutching your discarded underwear like it’s something precious.
“Sit,” Toji says, his hands guiding you back down—but not onto his lap this time. Instead, he’s shifting in the recliner, reaching down to unzip his jeans and free his cock. It springs up, already hard, the tip glistening slightly in the dim light. “Here,” he says, guiding you to straddle him, facing outward toward his friends. “That’s it, baby. Take me in.”
You sink down onto him slowly, your body opening to accept his size. It burns, it always does no matter how many times you’ve done this. But it burns good, stretching you, making your toes curl. Your breath hitches as he bottoms out, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
“Fuck,” Sukuna breathes, leaning forward on the couch. “Look at her stomach.”
You glance down, and your breath catches. There’s a visible bulge in your lower abdomen, the outline of Toji’s cock pressing against your skin from the inside. Your pussy clenches around him at the sight, making him groan.
“Holy shit,” Naoya says, his voice higher than usual. “He’s actually deep inside.“
“Fuckin hell,” Shiu starts, his usual composure nowhere to be found. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Toji’s hands come up to grip your thighs, spreading your legs wider to better display you to his audience. Your pussy is stretched obscenely around his girth, your inner lips struggling to close around the intrusion. There’s a glistening ring of cream where your bodies join.
“Ride me,” Toji says, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. “Show these assholes what a good girl you are.”
You start to move, rising your hips slightly before sinking back down. The angle is awkward with your legs spread so wide, but Toji’s hands are there to guide you, to set the pace.
Up, down. Up, down. The wet sounds of your arousal fill the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate whimpers and Toji’s occasional grunts of pleasure.
“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his free hand sliding up under your tank top to cup your breast. His thumb finds your nipple immediately, circling the already hardened peak. “Look at them,” he says, nodding toward his friends. “They can’t take their eyes off you. They’re imagining what it would be like to fuck you. To have you ride their cocks just like this.”
Your cheeks burn at his words, but your body responds anyway, your inner walls clenching around him as heat builds low in your belly.
“Want to see these,” Toji says, his hand moving to the hem of your tank top. With one smooth motion, he tugs it down, exposing your breasts to the cool air—and to the hungry gazes of his friends. Your nipples harden further under their attention, and you can’t stop the small moan that escapes your lips.
“Fuck,” Sukuna says again, apparently beyond any other vocabulary. “They’re perfect.”
“They’re mine,” Toji corrects, his hand coming up to squeeze your breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Aren’t they, baby? You’re all mine.”
You nod helplessly, beyond words as his thumb flicks over your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your hips move faster of their own accord, chasing that feeling, that building pressure that promises release.
“Fuck,” Shiu mutters, finally remembering his cigarette and stubbing it out.
“She’s gonna cum,” Toji announces, his voice thick with pride. “Just from my cock and my fingers on her tits. She’s that sensitive.” His hand moves to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. Squeezing, fondling, thumb circling your nipple until it’s a hard, aching point. “Aren’t you, princess? You’re gonna cum just like this, with everyone watching.”
And you are. You’re so close you can taste it, the pressure building at the base of your spine, your thighs starting to shake with the effort of holding yourself up. One more stroke, one more twist of Toji’s fingers, and you’ll—
“Wait,” Toji says suddenly, his hand leaving your breast to grip your hip, stopping your movements. “I’m gonna teach you fuckers something.”
His hands are still on your hips, keeping you immobile on his cock, your inner walls fluttering helplessly around his girth. “You want to know how to make a girl squirt? For real, not that pissing shit Naoya was talking about?” He glances around the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn. “Watch and learn.”
Sukuna leans forward, eyes narrowed. “You’re full of shit.”
“I’m not,” Toji says, his hands sliding up to your waist. “She’s ovulating right now. Makes it easier. She creams up real nice, gets so sensitive she can’t stand it.” His thumbs rub small circles into the soft skin of your stomach. “You just have to overstimulate her. Push her past what she thinks she can take.”
It’s true, you are ovulating, your body extra responsive, extra eager.
But hearing Toji say it out loud, in front of his friends, makes your stomach twist with a confusing mix of embarrassment and arousal.
“First,” Toji says, his hands moving up to cup your breasts again, “you gotta get her nice and worked up.” His fingers find your nipples, pinching lightly—then, without warning, he pulls.
You arch into the touch, a startled gasp escaping your lips. The sensation is electric, making your head spin. Your back bows, pushing your chest further into Toji’s hands, your hips rocking forward of their own accord.
“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his voice dropping to that register meant for your ears only. “She likes it a little rough. Don’t you, princess?”
You nod helplessly, beyond words as he gives your nipples another tug, then another, each one sending a fresh jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your pussy clenches around his cock, still buried deep inside you, and you can feel him pulse in response.
Toji’s hands leave your breasts, one coming up to cup the back of your neck, guiding your face to his. For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you. But his mouth is on your neck instead, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting.
He works his way down, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, the top curve of your breast, before moving back up to suck a dark mark into the sensitive spot just below your ear.
You whimper, the sound embarrassingly needy, as his teeth graze your skin. Your hips move without your permission, rocking back and forth on his cock, seeking friction, seeking release.
“That’s it,” Toji groans, his voice hot against your ear. “Take what you need. Use my cock however you want.”
His hands move to your ass, gripping the soft flesh and guiding your movements. The wet sounds of your arousal fill the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate whimpers and Toji’s occasional grunts of pleasure.
“Give them a show,” Toji continues, one hand sliding up to grip your hair, tilting your head back to better display your throat. “Let them see how good I make you feel.”
Your hips move faster, chasing that feeling, that building pressure that promises release.
“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his free hand sliding down your stomach to where your bodies join. “You’re doing so good, princess. So fucking good for me.”
His fingers find your clit without looking, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. The touch is almost too much after the building pleasure of his cock inside you—and you jerk in his lap, a startled gasp escaping your lips.
“Shh,” Toji soothes, his other hand coming up to cover your mouth. “You can take it. I know you can.”
His fingers move faster, tighter circles against your clit that make your vision blur. Your inner walls clench around his cock, your thighs starting to shake with the effort of holding yourself up. And then Toji’s fingers change direction, pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger. And you break.
It hits you like a freight train, your orgasm crashing through you with enough force to make your back arch, your head thrown back.
Your pussy clenches around Toji’s cock, milking him as pleasure radiates outward from your core. But it’s not just the orgasm. It’s what comes with it, the sudden gush of wetness that erupts from you, splashing over Toji’s hand, his cock, dripping down to darken the fabric of the recliner beneath you.
“Oh fuck,” Sukuna breathes, leaning forward on the couch.
“She’s squirting,” Shiu finishes, his cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. “Fucking hell.”
Toji doesn’t stop—if anything, he doubles down, his fingers swiping through the mess you’ve made to circle your clit again. “That’s it,” he praises, his voice thick with pride. “Let go. Give me everything.”
And you do, another gush of clear fluid erupting from you, then another, each one accompanied by a broken moan that Toji’s hand does little to muffle. Your hips move of their own accord, riding out the waves of pleasure, your inner walls fluttering around Toji’s cock as he continues to stroke you through it.
By the time it’s over, you’re slumped against his chest, boneless and shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Toji’s cock is still buried deep inside you, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath your ear. His hand moves from between your legs to your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles.
“There you go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s my good girl.”
“Impressive,” Shiu speaks up, finally remembering his cigarette and taking a long drag. “I’ll give you that.”
“Anyone want to try?” Toji asks, his voice casual despite the way his cock twitches inside you at the words. “Show me what you learned?”
The room goes quiet, the three men exchanging glances. No one moves—they’re all still mesmerized by what they’ve just witnessed. Your inner walls still occasionally clenching around his cock as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you.
“Come on,” Toji taunts, one hand idly stroking your hair. “Don’t tell me you’re all talk. I just gave you a free lesson.”
Still no one moves. Sukuna shifts on the couch, his massive frame seeming suddenly restless. Shiu takes another drag of his cigarette, eyes never leaving the point where your bodies join. Naoya stands frozen, his expression unreadable.
“No takers?” Toji says, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that always makes your stomach flip. “Guess I’ll have to keep her all to myself, then.”
No one moves. The room is frozen in a tableau of lust and shock. They’re not sure if Toji’s just challenging them or actually inviting them. Even the air seems still, heavy with the mingled scents of sex and smoke and anticipation.
It’s Shiu who breaks first, glancing away and clearing his throat. He reaches for the ashtray, stubbing out his cigarette with slightly shaking hands. His eyes dart around the room, landing everywhere but on you—on the TV, on the ceiling, on the half-empty beer bottles lined up on the coffee table.
“See something you like?” Toji asks, his voice thick with amusement. His hand is still in your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles as you catch your breath against his chest.
“Just surprised, is all,” Shiu says, his voice carefully neutral. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”
Toji laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” he says, one hand sliding up to cup your tits, giving it a possessive squeeze. “Come closer. Get a better look.”
Shiu shakes his head. “I’m good from here.”
“Come on,” Toji coaxes, his voice dropping to that dangerous register. “Don’t be shy. She doesn’t bite.” A pause, then, “Unless you ask nicely.”
“Please,” you hear yourself say, the word barely more than a whisper. “I want... I want you to come closer.”
Shiu’s eyes snap to yours, surprise flashing across his face before he can hide it. “What?”
“Please,” you say again, your voice stronger this time. “I want to see you. Want you to see me.”
Something flickers in Shiu’s eyes, caution maybe, but he’s already moving, crossing the room with measured steps until he’s standing just beyond arm’s reach of Toji’s recliner.
Up close, he’s even more intimidating. Shiu is tall and lean, with that perpetually tired look that comes from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep. His slanted eyes never leave your face, even as his hand comes up to adjust his collar.
“Closer,” Toji says, his voice leaving no room for argument. “She won’t break.”
Shiu takes another step forward, close enough now that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to.
And you do want to. The realization hits you with the force of a physical blow, your hand moving of its own accord to grab his belt, fingers curling around the leather with surprising strength.
“Fuck,” Shiu breathes, his composure cracking for just a moment as you tug him forward, your other hand working at his belt buckle with surprising dexterity. “Wait, I—“
But it’s too late—his belt is already coming loose, his zipper already sliding down, and then his cock is springing free, hitting you square in the face with enough force to make your eyes water. It’s already hard, the tip glistening slightly with pre-cum, the veins standing out prominently along its length.
“Calm down,” Shiu mutters, one hand coming up as if to push you away but then stopping, hovering uncertainly in the air between you. “You don’t have to—“
You cut him off by wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue flattening against the underside as you take him into your mouth.
He’s hot and heavy on your tongue, slightly bitter with the taste of pre-cum, the musky scent of him filling your nostrils. You work your way down his length slowly, taking him deeper with each bob of your head, saliva already beginning to pool in your mouth.
“Nnnghh, fuck,” Shiu breathes, his hand finally settling on the top of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “Fuck, that’s—“
He doesn’t finish the thought, too caught up in the sensation of your mouth around him, your tongue working along his length.
Your cheeks hollow as you suck, your hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, twisting slightly on the upstroke. Drool escapes the corner of your mouth, sliding down your chin to drip onto your exposed breasts, but you’re beyond caring about how you look.
Shiu doesn’t know what to do with his hands. One second they’re on your head, the next they’re gripping his own hips, white-knuckled with the effort of holding himself back. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his hips jerking forward slightly with each downward movement of your head.
“She likes it rough,” Toji says, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure clouding your mind. “Don’t you, baby? You like it when they use your mouth?”
You nod as best you can with Shiu’s cock halfway down your throat, a muffled sound of agreement escaping around his length. Toji chuckles, and the low vibration rolls from his chest into yours.
“See?” he says, reaching up to grab Shiu’s wrists. “Like this.” He guides Shiu’s hands to your head, positioning them on either side with your hair wrapped around his fingers. “Hold her still. Push her down if you want. She can take it.”
Shiu looks doubtful for a moment. Then Toji’s hand is on the back of your head, pushing you down until Shiu’s cock hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly, tears springing to your eyes, but the feeling is quickly overshadowed by the rush of pleasure that comes with Shiu’s broken moan, his fingers tightening in your hair.
“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hand keeping steady pressure on the back of your head. “Take it all. Show him what a good girl you are.”
You relax your throat, letting Shiu slide deeper, your nose now pressed against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He’s so far down your throat you can’t breathe, black spots dancing at the edges of your vision, but the sounds he’s making, those desperate, broken moans, make it worth every second of discomfort.
“Fuck,” Shiu gasps, his hips jerking forward of their own accord. “I’m gonna—I’m close—“
And then Toji’s hand is on your shoulder, yanking you back with enough force to make your neck snap. Shiu’s cock slides from your mouth with a wet pop, a strand of saliva connecting your lips to the glistening head for one obscene moment before breaking.
“What the fuck?” Shiu demands, his voice cracking on the words. “I was right there—“
“You can finish inside her,” Toji says, his voice casual despite the way his cock twitches inside you at the words. “Your dick just needed to be wet enough to fit in her while I’m still here.”
Shiu blinks, clearly struggling to process this new information. “You want me to—“
“Fuck her,” Toji finishes for him. “Yeah. That’s the idea.”
At this point, everyone is itching for a turn. Sukuna has moved to the edge of the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the point where your bodies join. Naoya is practically vibrating with anticipation, one hand conspicuously adjusting himself through his pants.
“Jesus Christ,” Sukuna says, his voice rough with want. “Hurry the fuck up. Some of us are waiting for a turn.”
“Yeah,” Naoya agrees, taking a step closer. “Stop being such a pussy and just fuck her already.”
Even Toji is getting impatient, his hands tightening on your hips. “Come on,” he says, spreading your legs wider with his knees. “She’s waiting.”
Shiu takes a deep breath, clearly steeling himself, then moves closer.
His hands find your ankles, pushing your legs up and back until they’re practically folded against Toji’s chest. The new position spreads you open obscenely, your pussy on full display for everyone to see, the glistening evidence of your arousal, the stretched ring of your entrance where Toji’s cock is still buried deep inside you.
“Fuck,” Shiu breathes, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs, the tip now dangerously close to your exposed folds. “I don’t know if she can take—“
“She can take it,” Toji interrupts, his voice leaving no room for argument. “She’s taken bigger. Haven’t you, princess?”
You nod helplessly, beyond words as Shiu’s hands move to your hips, his cock nudging against your entrance.
It’s already wet from your arousal, from the saliva still coating his length but it’s still a tight fit as he begins to push inside, the head of his cock stretching you around Toji’s girth.
“God damn,” Sukuna mutters, moving to sit on the arm of the recliner for a better view.
“This is so fucking hot,” Naoya whispers to himself, now standing directly behind Shiu, close enough that his breath ruffles the hair at the back of Shiu’s neck. “So fucking hot.”
You’re stretched obscenely around the two cocks now, your inner walls struggling to accommodate their combined girth. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your hands finding Shiu’s hips to guide him deeper.
“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his hands moving to your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples. “Take him all the way. Show him what a good girl you are.”
Shiu bottoms out with a groan that seems torn from the depths of his chest, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt alongside Toji’s.
For a moment, he just stays there, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation of your tight heat around him, by the obscene sight of your stretched pussy struggling to contain them both.
“Move,” you beg, your voice breaking on the word. “Please, I need—“
You don’t get to finish the thought before Shiu’s hips are moving, pulling back slightly before driving forward again.
Your legs are splayed wide, almost obscenely so, but it lets him ram right against that spot, that fucking sweet spot that makes your vision go fuzzy and your insides clamp down like a vise around both their cocks.
“Fuck,” Shiu gasps, his rhythm already faltering, his movements growing erratic. “I’m not gonna last—she’s too fucking tight—“
“Then don’t,” Toji says, his voice thick with amusement. “Cum in her. Fill her up.”
And Shiu does. With a broken moan that sounds almost like pain, his hips jerking forward one final time as he spills inside you, his cock pulsing against your inner walls.
The sensation of his release triggers your own orgasm, your back arching, your inner walls clamping down around the two cocks still buried inside you.
But with the climax comes a rush of release, a sudden flood of clear liquid that bursts from you, drenching Shiu’s stomach and chest, and soaking into the fabric of the recliner below.
He looks down in shock, his composure completely shattered as he watches you squirt all over him, your pussy still pulsing around his cock.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, eyes wide with disbelief. “She actually squirts.“
Seeing you cum all over Shiu, Sukuna practically leaps off the couch. He’s across the room in two massive strides, hands grabbing Shiu’s shoulders and yanking him back with enough force to send him stumbling.
“My turn,” Sukuna growls, already working at his belt with one hand. His massive frame towers over the recliner, all lean muscle and barely contained energy. His pink hair is mussed, falling across his forehead in a way that somehow makes him look even more dangerous. “Move.”
“Wait your fucking turn,” Toji says, his voice leaving no room for argument despite the way his cock twitches inside you at the sight of Sukuna’s barely contained lust. “I’m still in her.”
Sukuna’s jaw clenches, a muscle jumping in his cheek. “I’ve been waiting,” he says, each word precise and dangerous. “Watching you two fuck her. Watching her take it. I’m done waiting.”
He’s about to go crazy. You can see it in the tension in his shoulders, in the way his hands curl into fists at his sides. His red eyes never leave the point where your bodies join, where Shiu’s cum is already beginning to leak out around Toji’s still-buried cock.
And then your foot, bare, slightly cold from the air-conditioned room, lands on Sukuna’s shoulder.
It’s not quite a kick, more of a gentle press, but it stops him dead in his tracks. His eyes snap to yours, surprise flashing across his face before he can hide it.
“Patience,” you say, your voice surprisingly steady given the circumstances. “You’ll get your turn.”
Something clicks in Sukuna’s mind and then, to everyone’s shock, he’s dropping to his knees. Just like that, the dangerous, barely controlled man is gone, replaced by someone almost... pliant. His massive frame seems to shrink as he kneels, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans forward to press a kiss to your ankle.
“What the fuck,” Naoya mutters from somewhere behind Sukuna. “I’ve never seen him like this.”
No one has.
Sukuna—brash, loud, unfiltered Sukuna—is practically putty at your feet, his lips moving from your ankle to the sensitive spot behind your knee, then higher, to the inside of your thigh.
Each kiss is reverent, almost worshipful, a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes when he glances up to meet your gaze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, the words hot against your skin. “Watching you take them both—fuck, I’ve never seen anything hotter.”
His hands are gentle as they grip your thighs, spreading you wider to give himself better access. And then he’s moving lower, his mouth replacing his hands as he works his way toward the center of your needy cunt. You expect him to start eating you out immediately. That’s what other people would have done, after all. But instead, his hand reaches for Toji’s cock, still buried deep inside you.
“Let me,” Sukuna says, his voice leaving no room for argument despite the gentle request.
Toji hesitates for just a moment. Then he’s pulling out, his cock sliding free with a wet sound that makes you blush.
He’s covered in a mixture of your arousal and Shiu’s cum, the head glistening obscenely in the dim light. Your pussy feels empty without him, already clenching around nothing, a fresh trickle of combined fluids leaking out to join the mess on the recliner.
Sukuna doesn’t hesitate—he wraps his hand around Toji’s cock, giving it a few experimental strokes that make Toji’s breath catch. Then, without warning, he’s guiding it toward your ass, the head nudging against your puckered hole.
“Wait,” you start, but Toji’s hand is already on the back of your head, guiding your face to his.
“Sshh,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You can take it. I know you can.”
And you can, you have before, many times, but it’s still a shock when Sukuna pushes Toji’s cock into your ass, the thick head stretching you obscenely. You gasp, your pussy walls clenching around nothing as the feeling of emptiness and fullness overwhelms you.
But then Sukuna’s mouth is on you, his tongue flat against your folds as he eats you out like a man starved.
He’s not gentle at all. His tongue fucks into you with brutal efficiency, curling to hit that spot inside that makes your vision blur. One hand comes up to circle your clit, fingers moving in tight, fast circles that have you seeing stars within seconds.
Toji’s hands move to your legs, holding them open to give Sukuna better access. “That’s it,” he praises, his voice thick with pride. “Get her nice and wet. Make her cum again.”
And you are so fucking close you can taste it, the pressure building at the base of your spine, threatening to break. Your inner walls clench around nothing, your hips moving of their own accord to meet Sukuna’s relentless mouth.
But before you can tip over the edge, Sukuna is pulling back, standing in one fluid motion. His cock springs free from his pants, already hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. It’s massive—bigger than Toji’s, bigger than Shiu’s, thick enough that your mouth waters at the sight of it.
“You ready?” he asks, his voice rough with want. “Ready to take all of me?”
You nod helplessly, beyond words as he lines himself up with your entrance. And then he’s pushing in, the head of his cock stretching you obscenely around his girth.
“Fuck,” Sukuna breathes, his rhythm already faltering. “She’s so fucking tight—taking Toji’s cock in her ass and still so tight around me—“
He bottoms out with a groan that seems torn from the depths of his chest, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt. For a moment, he just stays there, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation of your tight heat around him, by the obscene sight of your stretched pussy struggling to contain him.
And then he’s moving, pulling back slightly before driving forward again. His pace is crazy fast from the start, each thrust powerful enough to shake the recliner, to push you further into Toji’s chest.
One hand comes up to grip your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat to his hungry mouth. His teeth scrape over your pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting, then move lower to suck a dark mark into the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.
His other hand finds your breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh with enough force to leave bruises. “Fuck,” he gasps against your skin. “You’re so fucking perfect. Taking my cock like you were made for it.”
You are stretched obscenely around him, your inner walls struggling to accommodate his massive girth.
He’s so big he’s practically covering you, engulfing you, his massive frame bending over yours in a way that makes you feel tiny, fragile. His pace never slows, each thrust driving the breath from your lungs, pushing incoherent sounds from your throat.
“I can’t see shit,” Naoya complains from somewhere behind Sukuna. “You’re blocking the view.”
“Move back,” Shiu agrees, already adjusting his position for a better angle. “Let us see her face.”
Sukuna growls, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours, but he does pull back slightly. Just enough that the others can see your face, can see the way your eyes roll back with each particularly powerful thrust, can see the string of saliva connecting your lips as your mouth falls open in a silent scream.
And then he feels it, the first pulse of your inner walls around his cock, the first gush of wetness that signals your approaching orgasm.
His rhythm falters for just a moment, surprise flashing across his face before determination replaces it. His hand moves between your bodies, thumb finding your clit.
“Cum for me,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Cum on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”
You cum with a broken moan that sounds almost like pain, your back arches, your inner walls clamping down around Sukuna’s massive cock as pleasure crashes through you.
“Fuck,” Sukuna gasps, his rhythm becoming erratic as your pussy pulses around him. “She’s squirting—fucking hell—“
He pulls out suddenly, leaning back just enough that everyone can see your stretched pussy struggling to close around nothing, can see the mixture of fluids leaking out to join the mess on the recliner.
His hand moves to his cock, giving it a few quick strokes before he swipes the head across your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure.
You jerk beneath him, a startled gasp escaping your lips. But Sukuna doesn’t stop, his thumb circling your clit as his cock continues to rub against it, the sensation sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through you.
Then, with a ragged groan that’s almost a cry of pain, he cums. His hips convulse as he erupts, hot streams landing on your stomach, your breasts, your throat. Each pulse of his release triggers a fresh gush from you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you squirt again, clear fluid mixing with Sukuna’s cum.
His hand is still between your legs, thumb still circling your oversensitive clit, drawing out each pulse of your orgasm until you’re shaking with it, until tears spring to your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle given the brutal pace he just set. “Give me everything. Let me see it all.”
And another gush of clear fluid erupting from you, then another, each one accompanied by a broken moan that seems torn from the depths of your chest.
By the time it’s over, you’re slumped against Toji’s chest, boneless and shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
Sukuna bullies Naoya next, grabbing a fistful of his badly bleached hair and yanking him forward. “Your turn,” he growls, voice rough with exertion and lingering pleasure. “Clean her up.”
“What?” Naoya squawks, trying to pull away from Sukuna’s iron grip. “You want me to—“
“Lick her clean,” Sukuna finishes, pushing Naoya’s face toward the mess between your legs. “All that cum. All that squirt. Get it all.”
“I don’t—“ Naoya starts, but then Sukuna’s hand is on the back of his head, pushing him forward until his face is pressed against your folds.
“Lick,” Sukuna commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Or I’ll make you.”
Naoya’s tongue is on you, flat against your folds, lapping up the mixture of fluids with surprising enthusiasm. What started as reluctance quickly turns into hunger, his tongue pushing deeper, curling to hit that spot inside that makes your vision blur. His hands come up to grip your thighs, spreading you wider to give himself better access.
“Look at him go.”
Naoya is into it. Completely, unabashedly into it.
One hand moves to circle your clit, fingers moving in tight, fast circles that have you seeing stars within seconds.
But then he’s pulling back, his mouth full of the mixture of fluids he’s just collected. For a moment, you think he’s going to swallow, but then he’s leaning forward again, spitting it all back into your pussy. It’s filthy. The heat, the wetness, the mingled tastes of all three men invading your senses as Naoya’s tongue forces the liquid back into you.
“What the fuck,” Sukuna says, his voice somewhere between disgust and fascination.
Naoya doesn’t stop. He works his tongue deeper, sucking the fluid back out only to spit it in again. Each cycle leaves you more sensitive than before, your inner walls clenching around nothing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. By the time he’s done, you’re shaking with it, on the edge of another orgasm from his mouth alone.
And then he’s moving up your body, his mouth finding yours without warning.
His tongue pushes past your lips, and suddenly you’re tasting it. Everything Naoya’s just collected from between your legs. You try to pull back, but his hand is on the back of your head, holding you in place as he forces the fluid into your mouth.
“Swallow,” he commands, his voice rough with want. “Show me how much of a good girl you are.”
There’s something about the way he’s looking at you that makes your throat work of its own accord, swallowing down the mixture with a grimace.
“That’s it,” Naoya praises, his voice dropping to that register that always makes your stomach flip. “Good girl. My good girl.”
“You’re fucking disgusting,” Sukuna says, but there’s no heat in it—if anything, he sounds impressed. “Both of you.”
“Brave, though,” Toji cuts in, his voice thick with pride. “Not everyone would do that. Would you, Shiu?”
Shiu just shakes his head, lighting another cigarette with slightly shaking hands. “I’ll pass on the cum swapping, thanks.”
Toji laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Your loss.” He glances down at you, still sprawled across his lap, then at Naoya, still kneeling between your spread legs. “Switch,” he says, already moving to stand. “My turn to watch.”
There’s a moment of confusion as Toji stands, carefully transferring you to Naoya’s lap without dislodging you from either of them. Naoya’s hands come up to grip your hips, steadying you as you straddle him, your back now to his chest. The position spreads you open obscenely, your pussy on full display for everyone to see. The glistening evidence of your arousal, the stretched ring of your entrance still occasionally pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure.
“That’s it,” Toji praises, moving to stand behind you. His hands find your ass, spreading your cheeks to better display your puckered hole. “Hold her still for me.”
Naoya’s hands move to your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh with enough force to leave bruises. His mouth finds the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, teeth scraping over your pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs against your skin. “Taking all of them and still so fucking wet for me.”
You are wet. Obscenely so.
Your inner walls still clenching around nothing, a fresh trickle of arousal leaking out to join the mess on your thighs.
Your breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hardened to aching points from the cool air and Naoya’s occasional attention.
But then Toji’s hand is on the back of your head, guiding your face to his. “Look at me,” he says, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Watch what I do to you.”
You do as you’re told, eyes meeting his as he spits directly onto your puckered hole, the warm fluid trailing down to join the mess between your legs. His cock nudges against your entrance, the head already slick with pre-cum, and then he’s pushing in, the thick head stretching you obscenely around his girth.
“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hands moving to grip your hips. “Take it all. Show Naoya how good you can be.”
Your hands move without your permission, reaching for the waistband of Naoya’s pants. You want to take him inside you alongside Toji, want to be filled completely. But Naoya thrashes, his hands coming up to grab your wrists, stopping your exploration.
“Wait,” he says, his voice cracking on the word. “Not yet—“
“What’s he hiding?” Sukuna asks, already moving closer for a better look. “Come on, Naoya. Let her see.”
“Yeah,” Shiu agrees, adjusting his position on the loveseat. “What’s under there that’s so special?”
Naoya shakes his head, his cheeks flushing with what might be embarrassment. “Nothing. It’s just—“
But it’s too late, your hand has already found its way past his defenses, fingers working at his belt with surprising dexterity. His zipper slides down, and then his cock is springing free, hitting you square in the stomach.
And suddenly you understand his reluctance. His dick is pierced, not once but multiple times, a row of metal bars running along the underside from base to tip. The head is already leaking pre-cum, the fluid collecting in the divot created by the final piercing just below the crown.
“Jesus Christ, Naoya.”
Naoya’s cheeks burn hotter, but there’s pride in his voice when he speaks. “They’re called Prince Alberts,” he says, one hand coming up to adjust himself. “They—they feel good. For both of us.”
You don’t need to be told twice. Your hand wraps around his length, feeling the cool metal against your palm, the ridges created by each piercing. Without thinking, you’re rising up on your knees, positioning yourself above him.
“Wait,” Naoya starts, but then you’re sinking down, taking him inside you in one smooth motion. The piercings drag against your inner walls, each ridge creating a new point of friction, a new source of pleasure. You gasp, your inner walls clenching around him as your body struggles to accommodate the new sensation.
“Fuck,” Naoya breathes, his hands coming up to grip your hips.
The piercings create ridges that hit every sensitive spot inside you, the cool metal a shocking contrast to the heat of your arousal. You move in short, desperate rolls of your hips, each one pulling a ragged breath from your throat.
“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hands moving to grip your waist. “Take us both. Show us how good you can be.”
You start to move, rising up slightly before sinking back down.
And then Naoya’s mouth is on your breast, his tongue flat against your nipple before his teeth scrape over the sensitive peak. Your back arches, pushing your chest further into Naoya’s mouth, your hips moving faster to meet each thrust.
“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hands moving to grip your waist. “Together. On three.”
You count with him and then you’re cumming, your back arching, your inner walls clamping down around both cocks as pleasure crashes through you. But then there’s something else.
Naoya’s sharp intake of breath, the way Toji goes suddenly still behind you, the warm splash of fluid hitting Naoya’s stomach, his chest, running in rivulets down to pool in the crease of his hip where it meets the recliner beneath you.
“Holy shit,” Naoya gasps, his rhythm becoming erratic as your pussy pulses around him. “Fucking hell. Yeah, squirt all over me, ya’ nasty bitch,“
And then he’s cumming too—with a broken moan that sounds almost like pain, his hips jerking forward as he spills inside you, his cock pulsing against your inner walls. The sensation of his release triggers Toji’s own orgasm, his hands tightening on your waist as he bottoms out, filling your ass with his seed.
Your body moves without asking—back arching off Toji’s chest, thighs seizing, moans escaping your throat. Another gush of clear fluid erupts from you, then another, each one accompanied by a broken moan that seems torn from the depths of your chest. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as pleasure crashes through you with enough force to make your head spin.
“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle given the brutal pace he just set. “Give us everything. Let us see it all.”
By the time it’s over, you’re slumped against Naoya’s chest, boneless and shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Both men are still buried inside you, their cocks still occasionally pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure.
“She passed out,” Sukuna says, his voice somewhere between concern and amusement. “You actually fucked her unconscious.”
“She’s not passed out,” Toji corrects, already carefully extracting himself from your ass. “Just resting. Right, princess?”
You manage a weak nod, beyond words as Naoya follows Toji’s example, his pierced cock sliding free with a wet sound that makes your cheeks burn. The sudden emptiness hits you like a loss, your pussy clenching desperately around nothing, cum already dripping out of you and soaking into the recliner beneath.
“I think,” Shiu says, lighting another cigarette with slightly shaking hands, “that we might have broken her.”
But you’re not broken, just exhausted. Your body still occasionally pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure as the three men exchange glances above you. Your vision blurs, the edges going dark as your head lolls against Naoya’s chest.
“Shit,” Toji says, his voice suddenly sharp with concern. “I think she’s actually—“
But you don’t hear the rest, already slipping into unconsciousness as the pleasure and exertion finally catch up with you.
You wake to the smell of coffee and bacon, your body strangely weightless and warm.
For a moment, you can’t remember where you are or what happened. And then it all comes rushing back, the events of last night hitting you with the force of a physical blow. You blink awake into unfamiliar light, heat crawling up your neck and into your face.
You’re no longer in the living room.
No longer sprawled across the recliner with your legs spread. No longer covered in the evidence of your pleasure and the men’s releases.
Instead, you’re in a bed. Toji’s bed, you realize with a start, recognizing the dark blue sheets, the massive headboard, the smell of his cologne lingering on the pillows.
You’re clean, your skin free of the sticky mess that had covered you last night, your hair still damp at the roots as if someone’s recently washed it.
More surprising still, you’re dressed… Sort of.
You’re wearing what looks like Shiu’s dress shirt, the white fabric hanging loose around your frame, the sleeves rolled up to accommodate your smaller arms.
Your legs are covered by a pair of black pants that are definitely not yours. They’re too long, the waistband rolled several times to keep them from falling down, the material thin and slightly stretched at the knees. Naoya’s, you realize with another flush of embarrassment.
They’ve dressed you in their clothes, like you’re some kind of doll they’re playing with.
And then there’s the weight across your waist. An arm, heavy with muscle, draped possessively over your midsection.
You turn slightly, and there’s Sukuna, sprawled across the bed beside you, his massive frame taking up more than his fair share of the mattress.
He’s shirtless, his tattoos on full display, intricate patterns of black ink that swirl across his chest, down his arms, disappearing beneath the waistband of his loose-fitting sweats. His eyes are closed, his breathing deep and even, one hand splayed across your stomach as if to keep you in place even in sleep.
From somewhere beyond the bedroom door comes the sound of voices. Low, masculine murmurs punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. Toji, Shiu, and Naoya, you realize with another flush of embarrassment.
They’re in the kitchen, making breakfast if the smells are anything to go by.
Your body aches in places you didn’t know could ache, a pleasant soreness that reminds you of exactly what you did, exactly what they did to you. There’s something about the weight of Sukuna beside you. The gentle rise and fall of his chest makes it hard to move, hard to think beyond the warm, satisfied buzz still lingering in your limbs.
So instead of getting up, instead of facing what happened, you cuddle deeper into Sukuna’s side.
Your head finds the space between his arm and his chest, your hand coming to rest on the flat plane of his stomach. He’s warm, almost feverishly so, his skin radiating heat like a furnace beneath your palm. Even in sleep, his body responds to your touch, a soft sound escaping his throat as his arm tightens around your waist.
It’s a bad idea. You know it is the moment you feel him stir beside you, his massive frame shifting to accommodate your smaller one.
But it’s too late. Your movement has already woken him, his red eyes blinking open to fix on your face with startling intensity.
“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “You’re awake.”
You nod, suddenly unable to form words as his hand moves from your waist to your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his thumb brushing along your jawline. “We were starting to get worried. You’ve been out for almost twelve hours.”
Twelve hours.
“I’m fine,” you manage, your voice embarrassingly small. “Just... tired.”
Sukuna laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “I bet,” he says, his hand sliding from your hair to cup your cheek. “You took quite the beating last night. All of us, one after another. And you still kept cumming.”
Your inner walls clench at the memory, your breath catching in your throat as Sukuna’s thumb brushes over your lower lip.
“You’re thinking about it,” he says, not a question but a statement. “I can tell. Your pupils just got huge.”
You nod helplessly in agreement.
“That’s my girl,” Sukuna praises, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck. “Always so honest. Always so fucking eager.”
And then he’s kissing you. He’s almost desperate, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours. His hand moves from your neck to your waist, then lower, pushing beneath the borrowed shirt to cup your breast. His thumb finds your nipple immediately, circling the already hardened peak with enough pressure to make you gasp into his mouth.
“You’re already getting hard again,” you murmur against his lips, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh. “After last night? Really?”
Sukuna laughs, the sound warm against your mouth. “What can I say? You’re addictive.” His hand moves from your breast to your hip, then lower, pushing beneath the waistband of Naoya’s borrowed pants. “And you’re already wet for me. Fuck, you’re dripping.”
He’s not wrong. You’re drenched, your inner walls already clenching at the thought of having him inside you again. Your hips move of their own accord, seeking that feeling of fullness that only his massive cock can provide.
“I want you,” you hear yourself say, the words barely more than a whisper. “Again. Now.”
“Toji’s gonna be pissed,” he says, but he’s already moving, already shifting to position himself above you. “He specifically said to let you rest.”
“I don’t care,” you say, your voice stronger now. “I want you. Now.”
Sukuna hesitates for just a moment. Then he’s reaching for the waistband of Naoya’s borrowed pants, tugging them down your legs with surprising gentleness. “When Toji finds out I fucked you without him—“
“Ahem.”
Yea, you’re fucked.
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