summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.
pairings: gang leader!yoongi × f.reader.
warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni.
word count: 2.7k
author’s note: this chapter is a little shorter my friends as i’m trying get the chapters out faster for you lololol. I feel like I take so long because I write long ass chapters. i think i need to cut them up.
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"Oh my god... Jin?!" You froze, your eyes locking with his in utter shock. For a disoriented moment, you wondered if the night's stress was making you hallucinate. The nausea you felt moments ago was now gone, replaced by a desperate need to escape the sudden, awkward situation.
You fled the ghastly scene, spinning away quickly. "Y/n, wait—please wait!" he called, grabbing your wrist before you could escape. "I-It wasn't what it looked like, I swear," he tried to explain, but the words were wasted. It was all clear now. The jumpiness, the anxiety, the constant phone checking Mina complained about. Jin wasn't cheating. He was on drugs.
“Jin, I really don’t feel comfortable having this conversation. This is a lot to process right now.”
“I know… I know,” he stammered. “But please, you can’t tell Mina. She would never forgive me if she knew about this—about me, and the people I hang around.”
Now he was unfairly burdening you. Mina was practically your sister; how could he possibly expect you to keep a secret this vital away from her? “Jin, Mina thinks you’re cheating. She thinks she should break up with you before you break up with her. Do you even care how you’re making her feel?”
“Of course I care!” he yelled, quieting as nearby conversations paused. “Of course I care. I love Mina; I want to build a life with her. But work has been terrible, I’m sure she’s told you. I haven’t made a single sale, and money is tight…” He let the thought hang, confident you understood exactly what he was getting at.
You tilted your head, the dots connecting faster than you could speak. “Jin… don’t tell me you’re selling them too?” When he dropped his gaze, a shocked gasp escaped you. "You're working for Yoongi? You can't be serious?"
“I’m doing this for Mina,” he insisted.
“Bullshit. This is the last thing Mina would want. I can’t keep this from her, Seokjin. I’m sorry.” You turned away, preparing to find a quiet place to call your friend, but Jin’s next words stopped you cold. “Does Jungkook know you’re here with Yoongi? I saw you go into a room alone with him, you were in there for quite some time.”
You whip around, facing him once again. “I was just making sure he was okay after he almost beat a guy to death. That’s it, that’s all.”
“Yeah,” he chortled, his eyes glinting. “I saw it. Pretty interesting how ready Yoongi was to almost kill a guy just for talking to you. ‘She’s spoken for,’ right?” His tone was pure menace. You stared at this new Jin, unsure if the aggression was the coke or his true self hidden beneath his friendly facade.
“Go to hell,” you snapped. “There is nothing going on between Yoongi and me. I barely know him.”
“Oh yeah? Then what’s your excuse for being here?” he taunted. “What’s Miss Fucking Perfect doing with the infamous Min Yoongi? You clearly know what he does, but do you know what he’s capable of?”
“Do you?” you countered, closing the distance between the two of you. “I heard Yoongi chopped up the last dealer who didn’t have his money. So I pray that wasn't his cocaine you just snorted, because God help you if it was.”
Jin swallowed a lump, refusing to back down. “Tell Mina, and I tell Jungkook,” he warned, the threat hanging heavy between you. “I don’t want to do that to you, Y/n. You’re my friend.” The reminder was meaningless; you knew you were only ever your best friend’s connection to him. He probably never saw you as a friend.
Just then, an unexpected thought struck you, a memory igniting in your head like a firework.
“I don’t remember telling you my name.”
“You didn’t need to. I have my sources and connections, Princess. Whatever I need or want, I get.”
“It was you…” you muttered. “You’re Yoongi’s so-called ‘sources and connections’. You’re the one that told him who I was, didn’t you?”
Jin opened his mouth, but the need to lie vanished. You had already caught him, and it made perfect sense. He was Mina’s boyfriend, of course he knew enough about you to feed information to Yoongi. Your hands balled into fists, and you gritted your teeth. “You fucking lowlife bastard!” you hollered over the music.
People around you stop to look at yet another scene tonight. Though yours wasn’t going to be as brutal and bloody as Yoongi’s, you still intended to draw blood. You cocked your fist back—and the next second, it cracked against Jin’s nose.
Jin made a shrill sound of pain, hands rushing to cover his nose. Blood seeped through his fingers. You were far from finished though, seething with rage at this betrayal. Just as you prepare to attack again, a hand yanks you back by your wrist.
“Easy there, tiger.” Says Yoongi, keeping your wrist tight in his grasp. “What’s going on here?”
"Like you don't fucking know!" you hiss at Yoongi, snatching your wrist away from the raven haired man. Yoongi stares at you in silence for a mere moment before his gaze suddenly flicks towards Jin. Much like the first day those dark eyes landed on you, Jin shudders, instantly bowing down to Yoongi as though he were a God.
A scoff escapes you at the humiliating sight of a grown man bowing to another. You were starting to realize that Jin lacked any shred of dignity. You hated this for Mina. "I'm done with this circus," you declared. "Take me home. Now."
Yoongi’s cold eyes fix on you again. He ran a hand through his long hair, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. "Joon," he calls. Like a dog responding to its owner, Joon was instantly at Yoongi's side. "Handle shit while I'm gone. I'm gonna take babygirl home."
“You got it, honcho.”
You spun on your heels, leading the way toward the exit with Yoongi a step behind you. You rushed down the banisterless stairs, shoving the door open with its loud, grating creak. The outside air brushed your face—and that was as far as you got. Before you could take another step, you were spun hard, and slammed against the cold metal of the warehouse door.
“What the fuc—” you start, immediately cut short as Yoongi’s hand slams over your mouth, preventing any retort. “Don’t fucking talk, listen,” he commands. You exhale sharply against his hand, letting the man continue. “I know I said I like the way you call me on my bullshit, but I have my limits, sweetheart. I’ve given you a lot of grace since I’ve fucking met you, but don't ever talk to me like that in front of people again. You got me?”
A hard lump catches in your throat. His voice was steady, but the cold fury vibrating through his hand told you exactly how pissed off he was. It wasn't the smart mouth he hated, it was the disrespect shown in the view of others. You didn't even consider arguing. You simply offered him a slow, obedient nod.
He took a step back, the pressure on your mouth instantly released. “Walk,” he ordered. You brushed roughly past the raven and scrambled to the car. You wrenched the door open and slammed it shut as you climbed in. Yoongi dropped into the driver’s seat, his door echoing yours with a heavy slam. He didn't even spare you a glance, already starting the ignition.
As the car pulls away from the warehouse, you’re internally glad to leave Gongdan, back to your cozy, quiet and convict-free apartment. The silence between you and Yoongi was heavy, stretching for a full five minutes as you avoided his gaze by staring out the window. Finally, the raven spoke, his voice in that manipulating soft tone that kept making you think he was different from what people said. “Look, I’m sorry for being rough with you back there. I don't wanna be rough with you like that. But I told you I don’t take disrespect.”
You ignored him, the bantering not worth the effort. “You giving me the silent treatment now?” he continued, pushing you until, true to your nature, you finally cracked. “Just pick a damn side already. You’re either sweet and caring, or you’re a dangerous asshole. You can't be both!” You took a shaky breath. “And Jin? How dare you drag him into your criminal mess and get him addicted to coke?!”
Yoongi chuckled at the accusation that he had anything to do with Jin’s addiction. “Hate to break it to you, princess, but your friend was already a coke fiend before he met me. Don't pin that shit on me.” He scoffed. “As for him selling for me? He came to me begging for bread. Gave me a sob story about providing for his girl, even showed me her picture. I recognized her instantly the day I saw her with you at Makoto. That's when I asked Jin to tell me everything he knew about you.”
There it was; the confession. Not that you thought he’d lie about it. You know now, what reason would he have to pretend that Jin wasn’t his source? You shook your head. Despite your anger at Jin, you didn't want him hurt. That would crush Mina, and in turn crush you as well.
“I don’t see why you’re so pissed,” Yoongi continued, shrugging. “I helped your friend’s boyfriend. He was broke, now he’s not. Not shit in this life is free, sweetheart. He had to pay me back somehow.”
“You helped him?” You repeated, disgusted by his delusional pretense of heroism. You finally turned from the window to face the raven. “Like you helped Si-Woo?”
The name ignited a spark in Yoongi; his knuckles immediately whitened around the steering wheel. “The fuck do you think you know about Si-Woo?” His eyes were vicious as they pinned you down. “I know that he was found chopped up weeks after you pistol whipped him,” you stated, quoting Jungkook’s grim story. Yoongi’s silence was your cue. “If anything happens to Jin, I swear to God—”
The car jerked to a violent stop, jolting you. You looked out the window, noticing you were close to the alley where those men had attacked you. “You swear to God what?” Yoongi's voice was a hard challenge, daring you to finish the threat. You remained silent. “Like I thought. Watch your fucking mouth, and tread carefully with me, Y/n.” He warned. “Stop playing detective because you don’t know what the hell you're talking about. Everything you think you know about me is based on other people’s speculations.”
“Yeah? Well, so far your reputation precedes you,” you countered, yanking the car door open. You stepped out, slamming the door shut, and started walking down the sidewalk. Insane? You must be. Walking Gongdan alone at this hour was foolish. The poor decision proved the alcohol hadn't yet worn off.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get back in the car!” Yoongi shouted out the passenger window. You ignored the command, burying your hands in your jacket. As the car tailed you slowly, he repeated the order.
“No. I’m walking home.”
“You’re not walking home,” he argued. “You won’t make it out of Gongdan alive if you try.” You gave a dismissive shrug. “Don’t pretend you care about my wellbeing. You only care about yourself; Sana made that perfectly clear,” you challenged. “All you wanna do is screw me.”
Frustrated, Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, slammed the transmission into park, and exited the car. He quickly caught up to you, his fingers clamping around your wrist to halt your defiant walk. "Get back in the car," he said, his tone soft, almost pleading.
"No!" you insisted, planting your feet and wrenching against his grip. He wouldn't release you, and soon you were fighting and flailing against his strength. "For fuck's sake!" he shouted, grabbing your other wrist. He dragged you, struggling fiercely, back toward the car, but you made re-entering the passenger seat an impossible task.
Finally giving up, Yoongi slammed you down onto the car's hood. Your wrists were pinned above your head, his knee wedged between your legs to cease your kicks. He hovered over you, his long hair and silver chains dangling. "You're the most disobedient woman I've ever fucking met," he says.
You offered no response, staring up at the raven in silent defiance. "It wasn't just drunken talk when I said I wanted you, Y/n. And I don't just mean sexually—though you're right, I want to fuck you, badly. But I want all of you. The smart mouth, the defiance." He leaned in, his lips hovering over yours. "I don't give a fuck about your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," you whispered, the admission slipping out. You didn't regret it. Not now at least. Something told you would when you sobered up more. "Even better," the raven murmured, immediately closing the final gap. His lips crushed against yours; no Joon to interrupt this time around. You didn't pull away; instead, your mouth moved urgently with his, tasting the alcohol lingering on his tongue.
Yoongi released your wrists. Instead of using your hands to push him away, you wrapped one arm around his shoulder, the other hand seizing his chains to pull him deeper into the kiss. He hooked your legs, wrapping them around his waist.
You and Yoongi were both lost in the moment, not noticing as a homeless man approached the both of you. “Spare some change?” The man speaks, oblivious to the fact that the two of you were in a full makeout session. You jump at the sound of his voice, breaking away from Yoongi.
Yoongi looked annoyed at the second interruption, eyes flicking towards the man. Once the man got sight of Yoongi, he took a step back with his hands in the air. “S-sorry… I’m sorry.” He stumbles back before quickly turning to run away. You sit up from the hood of the car, clearing your throat. “Maybe we should go, it’s getting late and I do have to be at work tomorrow.” You remind the raven.
Yoongi nodded, stepping back so you could slide off the car hood. He walked to the passenger side and opened the door—the first time he was a gentleman and actually held the door open for you tonight. Perhaps chivalry isn’t dead.
You offered a small smile instead of a verbal thanks as you climbed in. Yoongi closed your door, then rounded the car and got behind the wheel. You bit your lip, consumed by uncertainty of your decision tonight. Should you feel ashamed of your actions? Every choice since agreeing to this party had been in poor taste; actually attending the party was first on the list.
Yet, a hidden thrill sparked deep in your chest. Kissing Yoongi was wildly out of character. If you could tell Mina, she'd likely be proud you finally broke free of your "good girl" box. The only problem was that it had to be with a criminal like Yoongi, which she wouldn’t approve of.
Hopefully by tomorrow, your sanity will return. The bargain was fulfilled. He saved you, you showed up. You owed him nothing now, and he had no reason to pursue you. His apparent declaration of wanting you was just drunken manipulation. Yoongi was slick with his tongue, you had to give him that; it played perfectly to your current state of mind.
You hoped he’d find another girl quickly. That was the only option, because you were already starting to realize that no matter how much Yoongi rubbed you the wrong way, if he kept coming around, you might have to tell Sana she was right.
just fyi, fanfic culture is dying because people from tik tok (and most likely people who shouldn’t be on tumblr reading smut anyway) leave hate comments, harrass the writers, people call anyone writing fanfic that’s slightly dark rape apologists and pedophiles, people that enjoy the fics don’t comment, there’s no actual engagement, and because of all that…why would anyone want to write anything?
people write fanfic because it’s fun and they want to share it. tumblr community used to be a place where people would come in your inbox and talk about fic, your favorite characters. now you publish something with rough sex and people start calling you the most horrific names in existence.
at the same time, there are parts of tumblr that are getting so dark it scares me to even be on this website.
i just wanna have a pink page and talk about calling my fave fictional men daddy 😭 i’m in my twenties. i have a busy busy life. this is supposed to be a fun escape. content for adults by adults featuring adults.
summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.
pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader.
warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark! yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/ obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni.
word count: 6.2k
You chew the inside of your cheek, eyes gazing over at your alarm clock. 10:00 pm. You’ve officially been clocked off for two hours and still hadn’t made up your mind on whether or not you were gonna show up to Yoongi’s so-called “kickback”. The simple answer should’ve been no, but here you were driving yourself crazy as the time ticked.
You peek down at your phone, still unlocked with your messages on display.
“Let me know when you want me to pick you up, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t too long after your shift ended that he had sent the message. You haven’t replied to him. In fact, you were debating on blocking his number and simply ghosting him, but that wouldn’t do much except encourage him to come to your job again– or worse, your apartment. There was no doubt in your mind that he already knew where you lived since he was so versed in your life.
You look at the clock once more. 10:04 pm. Maybe you’d go, check it out, then leave. You don’t have to stay long. You’d stick out like a sore thumb around a bunch of drug dealing criminals anyway. You stand up from your bed, pulling open the doors to your wardrobe.
You push through clothes until you find something simple to throw on. You didn’t want to send the wrong signal by trying to look cute. You grab a black zip up jacket, along with a pair of black leggings. The outfit selection gave ‘late night jog’. It couldn’t get more simple than that.
You toss the outfit down on the bed before picking up your phone to finally respond to Yoongi. You don’t send a long, detailed message or say too much. You just send him your address, then quickly place the phone back down on the bed. No turning back now.
As you’re stripping off the robe you threw on after your shower earlier, your phone buzzes. You pick it up, seeing Yoongi’s number show in the notifications. “I’ll be there soon, sweetheart.” You sigh, tossing the phone back down, your heart pounding against your chest in apprehension. You return to changing into your outfit for tonight, stepping into the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror. “Simple.” You assure yourself with a nod.
Heading back into your bedroom, you grab your phone off the bed, and purse off your nightstand, then venture off into your living room. It wasn’t too long before your phone vibrated again, and you checked to see his number in your notifications with the short and cutthroat message. “Here.”
‘Well, that was fast…’ you thought dreadfully. Too fast. Almost like he’d been driving around the area waiting for your text. You squeeze your eyes shut and take a long, dragged out breath of air. You truly weren’t prepared for this, which is why you find yourself stalling as you make sure every light in your apartment is off, and random things that you usually never give a shit about are in place.
Your attention is suddenly on the flowers sitting on your table; the flowers Jungkook bought you. He still hadn’t contacted you today, and if you’re being completely honest you didn’t know if he’d ever contact you again after your behavior last night. You were stuck in your stubborn ways earlier, telling yourself you didn’t care, but now it was starting to weigh heavily on your heart. This wouldn’t be the first time you and Jungkook had a falling out. You remembered vividly how you stopped being his friend sophomore year of high school. You didn’t reconnect again until senior year.
Now you’re adults. And dating. The hurt is so much more deeper than it was back then. You shake your head, washing him from your thoughts. No. If he didn’t care, why should you? You had bigger fish to focus on right now, and that was the devil that awaited you outside your apartment. You close your door, making sure to lock it behind you.
“Heading out tonight?” A voice startles you from behind. You whip around, coming face to face with your neighbor Hoseok. “Oh gosh,” you place your hand over your chest, your heart beating faster than before. “Hoseok you scared me. I didn’t hear you come out.”
“My ninja instincts, I suppose.” He chuckled. “So where’re you headed off to this fine night? Looks like you’re going for a jog.”
That’s exactly the look you wanted to give. Nothing else. “Just hanging with an… acquaintance… for a better lack of words.” You mumble, scratching the back of your neck. “How about you? What’re you doing coming out at this time?” You question. He waves his mailbox key in your face. “Checking my mailbox,” he says.
He always seemed to be checking his mail whenever you came out. Perhaps Mina wasn’t far off when she said he probably watches you through his peephole. “Mind if I join you on your walk down the hall?” He wiggles his eyebrows. You laugh lightly, shaking your head. “Not at all. Join me.” You smile. ‘Gives me another reason to stall.’ you thought. Hoseok follows you as you walk down the hall to the apartment entrance doors.
“So how’s work going?” Hoseok asks, twirling his keychain around his index finger. “You never brought me back a rice cake.” He pouted in a playful manner. You palmed your forehead, totally forgetting that he did in fact ask you the day you and Mina went out for lunch. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. It’s been a hectic couple of days. A lot has been on my mind…”
“No sweat. I’ll just have to come in person and bother you.” He smirked. “Sure” you chuckled. “I’ll make sure it’s on the house.”
As you reach the mailboxes, you stare outside, seeing Yoongi’s car parked in the middle of the road. The raven is sitting on the driver’s side, his eyes locked on his phone. You swallowed the lump in your throat, thinking about how uncomfortable this car ride was gonna be. “That’s… your acquaintance?” Hoseok trails off, his face looking pale as he eyed the car with you. “Yeah… I’m guessing you know him?”
“He’s the devil of Daegu,” Hoseok’s normally cheery voice was now full of fear. He looked at you with concern. “You should really be careful with that guy, y/n. I don’t know if he’s holding something over your head, but he’s dangerous.”
The way he spoke seemed as though he knew this information firsthand. Before you could question that theory though, a loud honk startles the both of you. Yoongi was now looking over at the two of you through the glass doors. Hoseok clears his throat. “I’ll uh… check my mailbox another time.” He leaves, rushing back down the hall. You watch him go, feeling as though you made the biggest mistake.
You look back over to Yoongi, who’s still watching you. You bit down on your bottom lip before walking outside through the entrance doors and down the stairs. You hear his doors unlock, and he reaches over to the passenger side to push open the door for you. “Took you long enough. A taxi would’ve left your ass by now.” He mumbles as you get in, shutting your door.
“I’m sorry. I was talking to my neighbor…”
“Yeah, I noticed,” he scolded as he took off. You two sat in silence for a bit before he spoke again. “So, how is Hoseok?” He questioned, looking over at you. You side eye the raven. “You know Hoseok?” That answers your previous question about whether Hoseok knew him personally. “Oh, we go way back. Hoseok used to be my Joon back in the day.”
Your eyes widened. There was no way that Hoseok used to be Yoongi’s right hand man before Joon. He was too sweet, too happy-go-lucky, too… goofy. “Hoseok worked for you?” Yoongi nodded, his fingers tapping the steering wheel. “Indeed he did, princess. He was loyal, like a brother to me…”
“What happened?” You questioned, trying to see how much he’d tell you. Yoongi stared ahead at the road in silence and you felt as though you had reached your question limit. You noticed the surroundings started to look a little abysmal, and knew you were entering Gongdan territory. “He tried to set me up,” Yoongi finally answers. “Fucking informant was gonna get me put in the joint for life.”
You tilted your head in confusion. “The… joint?”
Yoongi looks at you with a raised eyebrow, a mocking expression on his face. “Prison, sweetheart.”
“Oh… you could’ve just called it that…” You mumbled, looking away from his shit-eating grin. You couldn’t believe Hoseok used to work for Yoongi. Much less could you believe that he ratted Yoongi out, and considering that the raven was free to tell the tale, you were surprised that Hoseok was alive and kicking. Especially with what Jungkook told you he did to Si-Woo for stealing. You couldn’t imagine what he would do to a snitch.
“And he’s still alive…?” It was more of a question than a statement. You look over at Yoongi and you see his shit-eating grin was no longer there, and he went back to tapping the steering wheel. “As you can see.”
“You just… let him go?”
“No.” Was all Yoongi said. For some reason the one word reply felt more ominous than him simply saying what he did, which had to be something heinous. You figured he wouldn’t tell you, but he at least had to let you know that nobody crosses him and gets ‘let go’… in the most vague way possible. Yoongi finally pulls into the driveway of his warehouse; you could hear the loud sound of rap music blasting from the inside, and people standing outside passing around a cigarette– or at least that’s what you assumed it was.
“I thought kickbacks usually involved a small group of friends…” you mumbled as you watched a group of girls wearing clothes that left nothing to the imagination walking out of the building. Now you were starting to regret your decision to come. You were definitely going to stick out in your jogging clothes. You could hear the whispers now.
“No, sleepovers usually involve a small group of friends. Do I look like a 14 year old kid to you?” You ignored his response, rolling your eyes as you continued to stare at the girls. Yoongi notices and spares a glance at them. “Getting cold feet, sweetheart?”
“No. I’ve just never been to a party like this before.” You admitted. You had been to crazy, crowded parties before but they were never like this. They were always the teen movie basic kind of house parties with loud club music, dumb drunk guys flirting, and someone occupying the bedrooms having sex– not that you doubted that part wouldn’t be happening here. Yoongi’s party gave sketchy vibes though. Like, drugs being sold or taken, shootouts with rival gangs, and girls being pimped out sketchy. It probably smelled like weed too.
“Aren’t you a college girl? Not much different from those parties.”
“My college parties never had drugs and criminals everywhere.”
Yoongi snickered. “Of course it did. You’re just too much of a good girl to notice. I used to have my guys selling at those little college parties.” He spoke smugly, almost like he was proud to be a degenerate to society. “You’re safe when you’re with me, princess. Nothing to worry about.” He assured you. You sigh, cursing yourself internally for agreeing to come. You don’t say anything as you open your side door and climb out. Yoongi follows suit, climbing out as well.
Your heart beats damn near out of your chest as you walk towards the familiar entrance door. The girls with little to nothing on giggled flirtatiously as Yoongi walks by. “Great party, Yoongi.” One of them says. Yoongi doesn’t respond, treating them almost like they were invisible as you both walk inside. The music is blaring much louder now that you were inside. The two of you walk up the cemented stairs; you walk carefully as you notice there was no banister to protect you from falling.
When you finally enter the main floor, you’re hit with the aroma of marijuana instantly. You scrunch your nose up in disgust at the smell. As your eyes scope the scenery, you’re surprised to see there weren’t as many people as you thought. Still a lot of people, but you’re able to get through the crowd without squeezing past. You’re also surprised to see the inside of the warehouse was nicer than expected. Still a bit disheveled, which you fully expected a gang hideout to be, but it was incredibly spacious and decked out. You see an extra set of stairs that lead up to a lofted area, with more people up top.
Yoongi moves close to your ear, you could feel the warmth of his breath as he speaks over the music. “Isn’t what you expected it to be, huh?” He says, noticing your astonishment.
“It still looks like a drug house.” You humble him. You heard him make a ‘tsk’ sound in response. As the two of you maneuver around people, you feel Yoongi’s hands grip your hips to help you through. You shudder a bit, but choose to stay silent. “Aye, honcho!” Joon yells over the music, lifting a red solo cup in the air to signal you two over. He’s standing around a table with the two guys that were with him at Makoto earlier today, and four girls, who all look you up and down as you arrive at the table.
Joon smirks as he sees you . “Wonder Woman, you actually came?” He raises a brow. “Don’t look too excited. I don’t plan on staying too long.” You assure him, avoiding eye contact with any of the ladies. Joon shrugged as though it made no difference to him, taking another swig of whatever he had in his cup before passing it over to Yoongi. You could tell by his droopy eyes that he was intoxicated. “Hi, I’m Sana.” One of the girls finally speak, extending her hand out to you. You hesitantly take it in yours. “Y/n.” You greet back.
The other girls don’t bother with the same kind gesture, which makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. “I love your look. I wish I would’ve thought to dress down tonight. Total eye catcher.” Sana says. You squint your eyes at the backhanded compliment. “Thanks. I didn’t know it was a prostitute party otherwise I would’ve dressed just like you.” You smile.
Joon and the other two guys burst out in laughter, leaving Sana’s face red in embarrassment. “Gotta be careful with this chick,” Joon says to Sana. “Wonder Woman and I almost went toe to toe and shorty didn’t back down.” Joon reminisces on your first encounter with him. Sana scoffed. “Like I care what this basic bitch thinks.” She sneered. “Ladies, bathroom.” She stomps off with the other girls following suit.
‘Bitches…’ you thought, eyeing them as they do the same to you. “Looks like you pissed her off enough to go powder her nose.” One of the guys says. You look over to the two unknowns, raising an eyebrow. “Powder her nose?”
They look at you with the same shit-eating grin Yoongi gave you on the car ride over here. “Coke, sweetheart.” The raven fills in the gap for you like he did then too. They all laugh at you as though you should be ashamed for not knowing the girl code for “let’s do coke”.
“Be easy on princess here, she’s a genuine good girl.” Yoongi smirks, taking a drink from the cup Joon gave him. Your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek in agitation. You look away from the chuckling men, surveying the surroundings of the warehouse. Your eyes fall upon two people having sex on a couch off in a corner. Like, full fledged sex, and no one seemed to mind. As though it was a normal occurrence that happens here.
Your face scrunches up in disgust, which catches the attention of Joon. “What’re you turnin’ your nose up at, doll?”
You gesture to the couple going at it on the couch. “Do you not see those two going to town?” You question, appalled by their unamused faces. “Yeah, he’s not even doing it right. She looks unsatisfied.” One of the guys snorted. “Uck.” You reply, disgusted. “What’s the big deal? You act like you’ve never had sex before.” Joon says. You go mute, your body fidgeting awkwardly. That doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain raven haired man.
“You haven’t?” Yoongi questions. You avoid eye contact with him; the topic seemed to have peaked his interest. You don’t respond. “Your little boyfriend never fucked you?” He presses more.
The question was so brash, so intrusive. It angered you, reminding you how Jungkook rejected you the other day. “It’s really none of your fucking business.” You snapped at the raven before storming off, not letting him get any word in. You weren’t sure where you were storming off to, but you didn’t wanna be around Yoongi or Joon, that was certain. As you push past people, you find yourself in a partially empty kitchen.
You pull out your phone, checking to see if there were any messages from Jungkook, and much to your dismay there weren’t. You could feel your eyes start to prickle with tears. “Server girl?” A voice startles you. You look up to see a shaggy brunette. You tilt your head in confusion as to how he knew you, but then realization dawns. The guy who was trying to flirt with you at Makato in front of his female companion. “Oh, it’s you... Taehyung, right?”
He smirks proudly. “I guess I made a good impression if you remember my name.”
You roll your eyes. “You guessed wrong. I just have a good memory when it comes to sleazes who try to hit on me at work.” You scowl. Taehyung makes a fake wincing sound, placing his hand over his chest as though he was wounded. “Oh baby, be gentle with me.” He pouts. “I just thought I’d have a chance the same way you gave the big honcho one. Usually the boss likes to share.”
“The boss? You’re another one of Yoongi’s minions?” You glower. Honestly that didn’t surprise you. It seemed that all the king’s men were obnoxious pretty boys. “Minion?” He scoffed. “Watch it, sweetheart. I’m the boss’s third in command. The one who really gets shit handled.”
You roll your eyes, unimpressed. “Well compared to Joon, you’re really just the water boy.” You mockingly pout. Taehyung squints at you, tongue poking the inside of his cheek before he hastily steps forward and grips your chin between his thumb and index finger. “The boss wasn’t lying, you’ve got a smartass mouth. But if you keep talking like that I’ll make it fucking useful and shove my di–”
“Leave her alone, dickcheese.” Taehyung is cut off by Sana as she enters the kitchen with her three shadows. He glares over at her. “Mind your business, slut.” He spat. “This has nothing to do with you.” Sana tilts her head, arms crossed. “Really? Do I need to let your boss know that you’re harassing his special guest? I don’t think he’d approve.” She threatened.
Taehyung snarled, releasing his grip on you. “Just playing around, sweetheart. No hard feelings.” He smirks, turning on his heels to exit the kitchen and leaving you alone with the Wolfpack. “Thanks…” you say softly.
“No problem,” Sana shrugs. “Sorry about how I acted, by the way.” She says. You couldn’t tell if the apology came from a real place of sincerity or if it was the coke she had apparently used seeping through. Either way, you accepted the apology.
“Guess I’m just not over Yoongi.” She suddenly admits, her back leaning against the wall. You raise a brow at this confession. “You and Yoongi used to date?” You ask. Sana snorts in response. “Date? No. Yoongi doesn’t do relationships or feelings. I was just his latest conquest at the time. Just like you are now.”
You ‘tsk’. “I’m not his latest anything. I’m not even into Yoongi, rest assured.”
“Not yet. But you will be, and as soon as he’s got his hooks in you he’s gonna drop you like you’re nothing. Just like he did me,”
If only she knew how much that sounded like a dream come true to you. No more coming into your job, no more making you bike to Gongdan, no texting your phone. Unlike Sana, you weren’t falling for Yoongi’s bad boy, scarface lifestyle. You aren’t even sure if it’s safe to be associated with him in any manner. That may be her type, but you fancied men with a sensitive side to them. Much like the man you have– or had, at this rate.
“You know… he didn’t even invite me to this stupid kickback. I had to find out from Yuna here since she’s fucking Joonie.”she continues. You sigh. You kind of felt bad for her, but what did she expect from someone like him? Regardless, as a woman who’s been in this exact same situation before you and Jungkook started dating you understood. Jungkook used to be the biggest player in high school. It killed you every time you saw him with a new girl. Deep down, you felt after last night that he probably resorted to his old ways. That’s why he hadn’t reached out.
“Well…” you trail off, eyeing a punch bowl that you know is probably more liquor than fruit punch. You grab an empty solo cup from the counter, then walk over to the punch bowl on the table, taking the ladle as you pour yourself a cup of liquid death. “They do say the best way to piss a man off is to not give a fuck, right?” You lift your cup in the air. “So ladies, shall we not give a fuck?”
Sana smirked. “I think I like you already.”
Realistically speaking, you didn’t know what you were thinking after about the fifth cup of alcohol. You especially overdid it when Sana suggested taking shots too. Now, you were in the middle of the proclaimed dance floor with Sana, Yuna, Chaeyoung, and Yuri. All eyes were on the five of you as you danced like no one was watching. You were beyond the point of wasted, there was no denying that. You hadn’t been this drunk since you found out about the death of your parents.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” An unfamiliar voice whispered in your ear. You turned, coming face to face with a man with dark blue hair. You examine this unknown man. His attire wasn’t the normal party ensemble that everyone in here wore. He sported a red blazer over a black buttoned up shirt, the first top buttons were unbuttoned. It was a drip that looked like he belonged in a casino. The unbuttoned shirt left room to see two tattoos of the north star on his neck. Those weren’t his only tattoos though as both his hands were tatted as well.
He was a pretty boy, no doubt someone that worked for Yoongi. Or with Yoongi. There was a defying vibe to him that seemed like he wasn’t the type to take orders from anyone but himself. “How many ears have you whispered that into tonight?” You finally respond after your analysis. He smirks. “Just yours, beloved. You’re the only one catching my attention.”
“Must be my tracksuit.” You smile, which he returns. “Don’t be so modest, beloved. It’s a little more than the tracksuit. It’s the way you dance too, I can’t imagine that I’m the only man in here staring at you.” He says. You didn’t doubt that. That was apparent by the feeling of someone staring daggers your way. “We should get outta here. Maybe you can show me some dance moves in private.”
You chuckle, tilting your head. “Coming on kind of strong, aren’t you?”
“What can I say? When I like what I see I go for it, beloved. No sense in beating around the bush.” His tongue runs over his bottom lip, his eyes staring deep into yours. The confidence this man exuded reminded you of a certain raven. “Can I at least know your name first?” You giggle. “You could be a serial killer. Which wouldn’t be far-fetched considering I’m in a room surrounded by criminals.”
The blue haired man stared at you for a moment, his smirk never wavering as he seemed incredibly interested in you. “Touché. You can call me–”
“Jongup.” He’s cut off by a now familiar voice. One that you knew too well at this point. “Bingo.” Jongup smiles, his eyes leaving yours to watch as Yoongi approaches the two of you. “Yoongi, my man.” He greets the raven, but Yoongi’s face doesn't look too pleased at the sight of Jongup. “What’re you doing here?” He cuts to the chase.
“I heard you were having a little gathering here, thought I’d pop in and check it out real quick since I wasn’t formally invited. Had no intentions of staying long until I bumped into my future Mrs. Moon.” Jongup is looking at you again. You felt your cheeks heat up. This man is smooth. Or maybe it was the alcohol clouding your judgement. “I don’t like surprises, you should know that. So next time you wanna pop in make sure you run it by Joon and if I’m in a better mood I’ll think about you checking in.”
“I was just heading out, boss man. Just waiting to take this little lady with me.”
Yoongi’s jaw clenched, his arm suddenly wrapping around your waist as he pulls you to his side. It was firm. It was possessive. “She’s spoken for.” He says, his voice low. You wanted to argue that notion, say you weren’t spoken for by him. But the look in his eyes was dark. Dangerous. Scary like the mugshot you saw him in. The devil was unleashed.
“You don’t say… Well, that’s disappointing.” Jongup clicks his tongue. “Maybe when you’re all done you can send her my way. Like we used to do back in the day, huh?” He pats Yoongi on his shoulder. This act seemed to set Yoongi off because before you could even blink he was on top of Jongup, fist colliding with his jaw so hard that you heard a crack. Every hit seemed to get more fierce. The crowd around you gasped and screamed, backing away from the devil at work. “Yoongi!” Sana screeched.
Blood coated the raven’s knuckle, and Jongup laid a bloody mess underneath him. He wasn’t even fighting back. Or maybe he couldn’t. If this brutality went on any longer you don’t think he’d be alive anymore.
“Okay Yoongi, that’s enough!” You shout to no avail. The raven just kept at it, even at the sound of a crunch like Jongup’s nose had now been broken too. “I said fucking stop, damnit!” You grab his wrist just as it was coming down for another blow. The raven shoots you a glare. His hair was a mess, black strands covering his feral eyes. “Stop. Please.” You quietly plead with him.
Yoongi closes his eyes, releasing a heavy breath of air. He pulls his wrist from your grasp, standing up from the now unconscious man. “Get this piece of shit off my floor before I change my mind.” He mumbled, weaving between the crowd of people as he headed into a room and slammed the door shut behind him. Joon, and the two guys that were standing at the table a bit ago rushed over to pick Jongup off the floor.
You shake your head at the limp body. They didn’t even check if he was still breathing or not. You push through the crowd of people, heading towards the room Yoongi disappeared into. Sana’s eyes burned into your skull. If looks could kill you’d be dead a hundred times over. You opened the door, shutting it behind you. You spot Yoongi staring into a mirror, a white t-shirt pressed against his knuckles, covered in a mixture of his blood and Jongup’s.
“You wanna tell me what the hell that was in there?” You demand. “You beat that guy half to death!” The raven spares you a quick glance through his disheveled hair, but he doesn’t respond. He continues to tend to his injured knuckle. You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek. “Let me check that for you.” Your tone softens. You walk over to the bed, plopping down on the end. You pat the space next to you, insisting that he sit down.
He does.
You take his hand in yours, moving the t-shirt out of the way. You examine his bruised, bloody knuckle and make sure his hand wasn’t fractured or broken by gently squeezing it to see if he reacted. “Well, the good news is your hand doesn’t seem broken. But you’re definitely gonna need to thoroughly clean the open wound with alcohol to keep from getting an infection.” You say, pressing the shirt back to his knuckle. It looked like Jongup’s teeth were indented into the raven’s knuckle.
“Ex nursing student, right?” Yoongi finally breaks his silence. You nod. “Only for a little bit, so I’m not too well versed. Anything I know I’ve learned from my mom before she…” you trail off, not wanting to finish your sentence because you knew he was already well aware.
“My parents are dead too.” The raven says. You look away from his bleeding hand, staring up at him with sympathetic eyes. “I’m sorry to hear that,” You mutter. The confession didn’t come as a surprise to you. You figured there had to be some dark revelation that made Yoongi the proclaimed devil that he was known as. “If you don’t mind me asking… how did they die?” You questioned. You didn’t think it was too much of an invasive question considering who you were asking, but you still had your moral compass.
“They were murdered when I was a kid. It happened right in front of me.”
Your eyes widened. “O-oh my god… a-and the killer spared you?” You stutter, giving him a horrified look. Yoongi slowly shakes his head. “He kidnapped me, held me hostage for years. He was nice though. Treated me like I was his own son, and taught me everything I know. Eventually I fell into Stockholm syndrome, really seeing him as a father figure until I was about 15 years old.”
You were immersed into the eerie story, chills running down your spine. “So what happened to him?”
“I killed him,” his voice was ominous. “I snuck into his room while he was asleep and slit his throat from ear to ear. Then I watched him bleed out in front of me.” Your heart thumped against your chest so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi could hear it in the now silent room. You didn’t even know what to say next.
Suddenly the raven flashes his gummy smile. “I’m fuckin’ with you, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “My parents died in a house fire after my drunkard father left the stove on.” You scowled at him in disbelief, lightly shoving him with your free hand that wasn’t holding on to the t-shirt. “You’re a sadistic asshole, y’know that? Who even jokes about something so morbid?”
Yoongi shrugs. “It’s either I cry like a little bitch, or find some dark humor about it. I’d prefer the latter, no matter how sick and twisted that may sound.”
“Well to me it sounds like a cry for help.” You counseled. “Like you wanna lash out about it but you feel like it’ll humanize you too much and people might actually start seeing you as a person. But you don’t want anyone to see you as anything more than ‘The Devil of Daegu’.” Yoongi scoffed, your observation seeming to irritate him. “I thought you went to school to be a nurse, not a fucking therapist.”
You roll your eyes at the deflection, choosing not to waste your time. “Whatever.” You mumble, pulling away the shirt to see if the bleeding had slowed down. You and Yoongi sat in silence as you did. You had kept your composure well but deep down you wanted to puke as the effects of the alcohol were taking over. “Jongup is my half brother.” The raven admits. “My dad used to fuck around on my mom a lot when I was a kid. Jongup is two years younger than me, so I always felt a responsibility to be in his life and take care of him as an older brother should.”
“You took care of him, alright. Practically killed him.” You interjected.
“Yeah, well, he’s a fucking joke and a waste of space.” Yoongi spat. “I brought him into my world, and I take this shit very seriously. He didn’t. He was erratic and bad for business, so I kicked him out.”
“You don’t think you’re erratic? Look what you just did in there. And the things you’ve done.” You argue.
“No, I don’t think I’m erratic. I don’t do things out of emotion or because I want to. I do them because I have to. I’m a leader, a business man. I keep my composure when needed, but I don’t take disrespect. If I did I wouldn't be running shit for as long as I have.”
“So what about the old couple from my job? Did you have to harass them? Or did you just do it because you wanted to?” You pressed. Yoongi sighs, his tongue running over his bottom lip. He doesn’t answer your question, and that’s enough for you. “Exactly.” You quipped. You decide that his wound was clean enough, handing him the t-shirt to do with it as he saw fit. “You should put some hydrogen peroxide on it after you wash your hand.” You advise before standing up to leave the room.
Yoongi quickly grabs your wrist, stopping you from leaving. “Stay with me for a minute.” His voice was soft, much like it was back in Makoto when he convinced you to attend this shindig. And just like then, you fall for it. Sitting back down with a huff. You really didn’t know why. Maybe part of you didn’t wanna go back out there where Sana was probably waiting to grill you about why you came in here in the first place. “I like the way you call me on my bullshit,” Yoongi says, his eyes waiting for yours to lock with his own.
They do.
“There’s never been a woman to do that. I know you’re scared of me, I see it when you look at me. And yet…” he laughs slightly. “You still stand up to me like you don’t have a fear in the world. I’m attracted to that.”
You swallow the lump that welled up in your throat. You were at a loss for words at this sudden admission. You could do nothing but say the raven’s name. “Yoongi…I–”
“I want you, y/n. I want you badly.” You could smell the liquor heavy on his breath as the raven inches his face closer to yours. “And I know deep down you want me too, that’s why you even came tonight. That’s why you’re here with me now.” He whispered. You don’t respond, but for some reason you don’t move away either. Maybe it was the intoxication clouding your judgement, or maybe he was right and you were attracted to him. His lips brush over yours, and you close your eyes bracing for contact. Just as Yoongi’s lips were against yours, the room door swung open to reveal Nam-joon at the center of it. “Yo, honcho–”
You quickly pull away, trying to play off that nothing had happened but anyone with a working brain cell could figure out that something indeed had happened. Joon looks from you to Yoongi, then smirks. “Well pardon me, did I interrupt a sweet little moment here?” The beanpole teases. Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, and suddenly Jungkook’s face flashes in your mind. His laugh, his smile. How could you kiss another man? Especially Yoongi? A man that had allegedly killed one of Kookie’s friends? You felt sick to your stomach, like you were going to vomit any minute now. “I-I need to go to the bathroom.” You stutter, swiftly standing to your feet.
“Y/n, wait don’t go…”
You ignore him, pushing past Joon out of the bedroom. “It’s the door on the left of the loft stairs.” Joon informs you. As you enter back to the party, you pretend not to see Sana watching you once she notices you exit the room. You head over to the door by the loft stairs just as you were told, not even knocking before you open the bathroom door. You freeze as you encounter a man snorting coke on the sink. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was in here.” You apologize.
The man looks at you. His eyes are wide, and as are yours as you realize exactly who it was snorting coke on the bathroom sink.
three powerful gang members decide to kidnap their rival’s wife as retaliation and she never wants to leave once they’re done.
word count: 2.4K
other themes 📝: black fem! reader (plus size), multiverse modern au, noncon turned consensual (idk if that’s a thing), implied trafficking/pimping, very rough sex, overstimulation, drugging, heavy language, slapping, name calling, degradation + praise, hair pulling, throat fucking, heavy squirting (mentions of piss play), choking, spanking, dacryphilia, spit play, slapping, heavy breeding
🎙️: this is a little rushed and I’m certain it won’t be seen but I just wanted to get smth out bc it’s 3 days into kinktober and I’m miserably behind. I’m new to writing gangbangs so forgive me if it’s not too good. There will probably be a longer version to this somewhere in the future but idk that depends.
the air surrounding you right now felt heavy ... .the atmosphere of the room was thick, dense and quite frankly, damn near inhospitable. Not exactly what you’d call an ideal hotel stay by any means. Of course, this wasn’t exactly your typical weekend getaway. No, rather than traipsing through the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton, sundress swaying as you walked arm in arm with your husband and a designer bag of your choosing on the other shoulder…..
“Look up at the camera, gorgeous. We wouldn’t want to miss that priceless shot.”
“You’re so pretty like this…being a dumb little whore suits you. I don’t know if I want to put you on the street or keep you for ourselves.”
“Are you kidding? There’s no way we’re letting any of those bastard Johns get this. That pussy’s way too good. She’s our now. Besides, something tells me she’s enjoying this waaay more than she’s letting on. Isn’t that right?”
instead, here you were…lying across the king bed of a deluxe suite. Stretched out, stuffed and filled to the brim with copious amounts of bodily fluids. Ones that didn’t belong to the man whose ring or last name you wore. They were the property of three complete and total strangers and apparently, now so were you. Your head was fuzzy, unable to make sense of anything that was happening. That body? Sore from head to toe and unbeknownst, covered in bruises…oddly enough, you felt quite inebriated as well, almost out of your mind…as if you had taken some sort of substance. Despite only having a cup of apple juice from the maitre’d just to rinse the tart taste of the complimentary pretzels from your mouth. It was shortly after that, you’d begin to feel lightheaded and eventually would black out. The next thing you know, you were lying in this bed, staring up at three men who looked more terrifying than any monster from a TV show. To say it was a rude awakening was certainly an understatement.
“Answer me, baby. I asked a question..don’t make me repeat myself, okay? I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
the first one, a guy with spiky blue, disheveled locks and a prominent ‘6’ with what looked to be teeth tattooed on his torso was the one speaking to you. His inked fingers would soon clasp your jaws and hold them in place as he shoved two of those digits down your throat, prompting you to gag a bit. Before you could even react, he’d follow it up with a couple heavy handed slaps to your chubby cheeks. Naturally, you’d whimper, twisting your head away as you begged him to stop. But he wasn’t listening, not even in the slightest.
“Aww…still pretending, I see. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have plenty more time to break, we’re just getting started.”
because the truth of the matter was….there was a tinge of truth to his brash statement. Sure, once you were alert enough to see what was happening, you’d attest. Crying, kicking and flailing as you pleaded for these strangers to let you go. But once they began tearing those clothes off, pinning your limbs down and groping that body….your tune changed. Even if you didn’t want it to or even try. After all, it was the stuff of nightmares! Being taken captive by three guys who you stood no chance against, having their way with you. You’d attempt to inquire about why they were doing this but alas, you’d only receive an answer that confused you even more; courtesy of the black haired gentleman with a cross tattoo on his forehead. In the midst of being pounded from behind by his partner, he’d clutch the top of your head, making you fixate your teary eyed gaze solely on him and uttered: “…you’ll have to ask your husband about that, my dear. That’s if you ever see him again.”
Eventually, you’d find every one of your orifices and erogenous areas licked, fingered, stuffed and downright abused. One making you ride him whilst the other fucked your ass from behind. One making you jack him off, the other hollowing out your throat and the other bending your legs as far as they could reach and feeding you deep strokes.… no matter how loudly you screamed, how much you begged and how much you pushed away, there was no letting up.
“I’m so sorry…I don’t know what I did but please let me go.”
“I think you misunderstand, my love…this is all for your benefit. You deserve so much more than he could ever give you and we can change that.”
“Fucking hell, stop crying already…whiny bitch.”
“Nah, let her keep screaming and begging…shit turns me on.”
Your expression and words may have been one of a woman who was frightened and scared but your body harbored the truth. A woman who was sexually frustrated and needed release….a woman who was tired of the mundane, vanilla sex you’d grown accustomed to. The bored housewife of a neglectful husband who had often fantasized about these sorts of sick, depraved acts. It was exactly why you couldn’t stop coming every time one of these evil bastards thrashed their cocks around inside of you….the girths and sizes unlike any you’ve experienced in the past, and far larger than your husband’s. Why you couldn’t stop moaning every time one of them called you a good girl or said they were proud of you. Or even clenched around their shafts when they called you a filthy bitch or a slut, slapping you across the face like an object because something your brain truly craved that. But it was blatantly obvious that not only were they going to force you to make them fit but become acclimated to their shape. So as you lie there, covered in what was already an exorbitant amount of cum…
“…p—please..”
“Yes, darling? Please what?”
“Yeah, use those words, pretty girl. We’re waiting.”
you still wanted more! You craved more of this debaucherous treatment.
“Please don’t stop fucking me..use all of my holes.”
and in that moment, it was as if all of their ‘hard work’ had paid off. The dark haired man with the cross tattoo, who you’d come to know as Chrollo, ushered you off of your back and onto all fours. Waving you towards him with a finger, he’d cup your chin between your fingers and plant a sloppy kiss directly into your mouth. When he pulled back, you’d notice he was brandishing a small white tablet between his fingers and before you could even utter a word, he’d dispense it onto your tongue. “Here you go, darling. That should ease all of those worries. Now that pretty little head of yours is as good as blank.” The second it began coagulating with your saliva, it would stay to dissolve and in a few minutes, you’d feel the effects. With tears still staining your cheeks, you’d finally muster a smile for the first time in two hours. Still intoxicated, tongue dangling slightly from between those plump lips with all of your pretty makeup smeared. Those tight ringlet curls from your coily hair were in complete disarray and that gorgeous brown skin was marked with white and clear stains. Some were more prominent than others by this time.
“Fuck it, let’s put one in her ass too. Really make this little bitch lose her mind….she’ll be fucking us for the whole night.”
that raspy, wild voice and brash demeanor as you’d come to learn, belonged to a man they called Grimmjow or just Grimm as you’d heard him be referred to as both in this short span. He was certainly the most rough of the bunch but when he was pinning you down, burying that thick cock to the hilt…you’d never felt so alive! It was something about someone being forceful, telling you to ‘take their dick’ that just truly made you feral. Then there was the one currently mounting behind you…
“Hell yeah…I mean, she doesn’t look like she wants to leave anyways.”
reddish black hair, raspy voice, a plethora of tattoos running down his arms and chest and could eat pussy like his life was dependent upon it. His name? “Aye, Ryo. Here..” Grasping your hip, he’d do exactly as his friend instructed and spread your thick ass apart, spanking it with heavy handed slaps as he did so. Bending down to slop his tongue around your stretched and borderline prolapsed hole. “God, you opened up so nice…I knew you would.” Praising you as he unsealed the plastic baggie with another white tab inside to place into your anus. You had already begun to drool, eyes dilated and chest beginning to heave from the first one. His thumb pressing gently into it and eliciting a soft gasp and giggle from you in the process. All whilst teasing that head along your quivering slit. There was a slight smile on your face, a complete change from what was displayed earlier. In a matter of moments, you’d find your head tugged forward, a forceful hand on the small of your back and all three of them cornering in on you. Simultaneously, Ryo and Chrollo would glide between both sets of your lips with pure ease. It didn’t take long for you to become acclimated with their shapes and fits again.
“This look suit you much better, baby…being a drugged out little whore, taking dick from strangers. It’s like you were made for this.”
“Yes..God, you’re incredible, my love. Such a perfect little cocksleeve—gahh, that throat feels amazing.”
meanwhile, Grimm would stand stroking his own shaft at the sight of his friends using you for their own gratification. Gagging noises emitting from your mouth along with trails of saliva and creamy secretions dripping from that abused cunt. Both of those poor holes were twitching in reaction to the constant stimulation and now that the little pills had been absorbed into your bloodstream, all you could do was laugh. Begging them for more…almost numb to any pain or discomfort. Just riddled with pleasure and intoxication…their movements would quicken and Ryo was pounding you with hard, fast and extremely rough thrusts, practically jackhammering you. Meanwhile, Chrollo was bucking his hips upward to find home in your esophagus. Intermittently, they’d take turns, snatching your head around to spit between those jaws. All while slapping and berating you. It was gritty, nasty, a little violent and everything you needed.
“F-fuuuuck yessss! I need more..keep fucking me, just like this!”
cackling and moaning through gritted teeth as he gave you a few seconds of respite. Although the sight of you whimpering and scared was quite enjoyable for them, this side of you was far more entertaining!
“Hell yeah, now we’re talking…love when my women act like fucking sluts.” Grimm, who had been sitting patiently for his turn, would gently push Chrollo back in order to have his fill. “Open that mouth wide, you lil’ bitch…I wanna make you throw up on it.” Without so much as missing a beat, he’d grasp your head, forcing it down on that cock until your forehead nearly touched the base and demanded that you hold it there. For a moment, you couldn’t make a sound, seeing as how Ryo had ever so swiftly alternated holes. Burying himself to the hilt in that tight asshole. “Goddamn, you’re squeezing me..you must want my nut in your ass again.” Breaking out with a maniacal laugh, knowing that you were going to release an ear curdling scream when you regained your breath. Just as he promised, Grimm would laugh as he withdrew, and watched as your fluids spilled out onto his member. He seemed extremely satisfied to have all but made you vomit. Meanwhile, your pussy could not stop leaking from the impact and you felt as if it you were going to explode. That cervix was as good as bruised, if not damaged. You’d held off your husband for a long time when it came to kids and he had become frustrated in recent months. But now, you were filled with so many orgasms that it would be impossible to not be. That would be a conversation for another time…right now, you were focused on your own release.
“ ‘m gonna squirt….feel so full.” muttering out in a squeaky voice as you expressed that it felt as if something was pressing on your bladder.
“Damn, I’m surprised she has anything left in her…poor thing must be dehydrated at this point.”
Chrollo teased as he massaged himself, looking so sexy as he stroked himself. Ryo on the other hand, didn’t care!
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s squirt, piss..let it out. Come for me, bitch. Come for me with my dick in your ass.”
with that, you’d feel yourself come undone like an unraveling string and all you could do was remain frozen. He’d pound your hole for a few seconds more until he felt the wet stream of warm juices spilling out into the mattress..coagulating with the various other puddles you’d left behind. That head felt fuzzy and had gone so blank that it hadn’t even registered how loud you were screaming and moaning. Writhing around underneath his grasp and under their control. All three men would laugh at your reaction, watching you involuntarily flail from the sensation. Once you finished, Ryo would shoot yet another load into that anal cavity, grunting and leaving more brutal smacks on your already sore behind.
“Good job, my love. We’re so proud.”
“Yeah, that’s my beautiful little slut…”
“Such a nasty bitch, I love it.”
you were in for a long night and possibly….your future if they had anything to do with it!
Warning: trueform!Sukuna, gore (unrelated to sex!), dp, threesome FFM, pussy eating, messy blowjobs, Sukuna has two dicks, rough sex, Heian era, creampies and all that shit
Words count: Long. I’m sorry
His chamber is filled with your loud wanton moans and his grunts. Sex with your husband the King of Curses was truly something you’ve never experienced before. Every time you’re fucking, he would always use his monstrously big twin cocks on you and fill both of your holes with them. It was tough at first, but it’s basically a Monday now, whenever he only uses one whether it’s in your dripping cunt or tight asshole, you’d feel empty.
As you’re lying on top of him, your wrists are pinned on top of you with the right hand of his first set of arms. The left one is tightly gripping your curls and his second set of arms is gripping your thighs as his hips go back and forth, his pair of cocks disappearing inside of you. Your eyeballs roll to the back of your head while Sukuna groans in your ear, processing to make you even wetter than you already are.
However, Sukuna gets out of his trance the moment he smells his concubine behind the door. He keeps fucking you at the same fast rate, your voice echoing in the large chamber along with the sounds of skin slapping skin. “Stop hiding, come here.” His commanding voice booms in the room, causing you to regain your senses for a bit yet be a little confused. The large wooded door grince, revealing his concubine. He slows down to your annoyance. As she enters the room shyly and obviously ashamed of herself for her voyeurism and invasion of your privacy, your husband can’t help but notice another smell from her. The same sweet, carnal smell emanating from you right now, arousal.
“Do you enjoy eavesdropping while I’m having a moment with my wife?” He asks a little out of breath while he’s still taking you, but slower this time. You’re not moaning like a maniac anymore, but noises are still escaping your lips as you lay your eyes on her as well, waiting for a response. “N-no master Sukuna… I- I was just-“
“You were just what? Satisfying your perverse curiosity?” As he says that, he picks up the pace once again as if he were taking his frustration out on you, causing you to gasp and moan loudly again. The concubine shivers, still unable to look at you two, too ashamed of herself and embarrassed; she should’ve known better. But here’s the thing, she’s not shivering out of fear, she’s shivering because your moans, the groans, the skin of skin noises, the wet sounds of your pussy being wrecked by his cock, are agonizing her. And she couldn’t help it the moment she walked down the corridor and passed by. She knows she should be scared for her life, that Sukuna will never let this disrespect towards him and his wife slide, yet here she is, rubbing her thighs together in hopes of friction while her core is already drenched with her juices.
In a moment of lucidity, you look at her again and remember the looks she would give you in the garden or while you and Sukuna walked together. It was never a look of envy or jealousy, it was always lust. And the situation is the confirmation. She never despised you, she craved you as much as she craves Sukuna. So without thinking you just say in between ragged moans “Come… eat my pussy…”
At first, she wonders if she just had an auditory hallucination. She always wanted to do this to you, deep down in her soul, yet knew that it would never happen, but here you are, asking her to eat her out while your husband is still fucking you. “You heard her, what are you waiting for?” Sukuna grunts out. It’s the confirmation she needed. She walks towards the bed and crawls on it, and admires the view right in front of her. Your pussy stretched out to let his huge cock in, the way it’s glistening with your arousal, and the raw smell of sex emanating from you two… she can’t take it anymore. She lowers her head and starts licking your pussy hungrily, causing you to cry out from the multiple sensations you’re being put through. From the way she moans while pleasing you as if she were the one receiving, you can tell this is something she’s been dying to do. She’s eating you out like her life depends on it, like she wants to please and satisfy you beyond carnal pleasure. She spits on it, smears the saliva with her tongue, sucks on your clit, fuck she’s so good at this.
You were on the verge of cumming previously but your clit being taken care of is just the cherry on top. Your breath becomes shallow and your thighs are shaking violently. Sukuna can feel your walls pulsating around him. The moment his concubine sucks a bit too hard on your bundle of nerves, you scream so loudly that the entire temple might have heard you. They probably already do daily, this time they can’t pretend not to hear shit. This is probably the best orgasm you’ve had in your entire life even while being married to a demon with two gigantic dicks. You’re trembling, hard. Both of them slow down on you, fucking and sucking through your orgasm. A few more seconds later he finally pulls out, and so does she. She licks her lips, tasting your juice once again. Per usual if the King of Curses hasn’t come, it’s your duty as his queen to return the favor.
You see her getting ready to leave as if nothing happened, and as if you and Kuna were connected, you both say at the same time “Where are you going?” She turns around, eyes wide open in surprise. “O-oh.. but I thought-“ Sukuna interrupts her again. “You thought wrong.” She stares at his still hard twin cocks while you’re already on your knees, not even acknowledging her. She takes the time to admire how even more beautiful you look when you’re naked. Your brown skin glowing due to the thin layer of sweat, your big lips looking even bigger than usual probably due to an intense make-out session with Sukuna, your tits so full, your ass so plump, your beautiful face with a hint of ‘freshly fucked’ on it… You look like a goddess, no wonder Sukuna chose to marry you.
As she undresses herself to join you, you can’t help but admire her. She’s less curvy than you, but it doesn’t change the fact that she’s breathtaking. Plump lips, big doe eyes… the personification of a porcelain doll. It’s actually funny how your husband’s taste in women was so diverse. He doesn’t have a certain type, probably because deep down in his subconscious mind, he knows the feeling of being rejected for his physical appearance so unconsciously he projects it through his choice of women.
You turn your attention back to Sukuna, who’s watching both of you with intense desire. His clawed hand grabs the back of your head, his eyes telling you ‘Show me how a queen claims what’s hers’ and who are you to refuse? You grab the lower cock, the one that was in your ass and you don’t waste any more time. The moment your lips connect to his tip, he lets out a guttural groan that makes you moan against him. His concubine watches in awe as you seem to dislocate your jaw like a boa constrictor to accept his cock down your throat. You’re already gagging hard, bubbles of spit leaking from the corners of your mouth dripping down your chin, and settling on his length, the wet sounds of your mouth working on him make his concubine moan slightly.
The moment you pull back to catch your breath, you gasp loudly as thick strings of saliva connect your mouth to his tip. You look at the horny woman next to you, her hand already between her thighs. You grab her by her hair and before she can yelp, her mouth is already on Sukuna’s spit-coated cock. She doesn’t hesitate as she licks him from his pelvis to his tip, you mimic her movements on the other side and the King of Curses feels like he’s in heaven. He’s facing the ceiling and mutters a bunch of curses while his wife and concubine’s tongues are both on him at the same time, pleasing him, worshiping him like the king that he is. You both wrap your lips around each side of his monstrous length, feeling every vein and soft skin as you move. Once you reach the tip, without even saying a word to each other, you lick the thick mushroom in unison, your tongues touching after each flick. Both of you are drenched beyond imagination. You want him and you also want each other, badly. And your bastard of a husband knows that, while he’s lost in pleasure, he doesn’t miss the slight tongue play and that hunger in your eyes. The idea of you having sex with another woman itself isn’t a fantasy like it would be for most men, he’s not most men that’s an understatement. He enjoys seeing you in pleasure, this is what excites him. But he’s still the one calling the shots here.
With one of his huge clawed hands, he pushes your head down his cock again and pushes the head of his concubine down his other cock as well, creating a symphony of loud grunts and gagging noises from you two. It’s a real mess but a beautiful and incredibly hot one. He’s breathing hard while watching you choke on him and generating tons of saliva at the same time, the pleasure is almost overwhelming. Without warning he pushes your heads to his pelvis and with an animalistic grunt he cums down your throats. You have no choice but to accept his warm and thick semen directly in your œsophagus, and to be honest, you’d lie if you say you didn’t almost have another orgasm the moment you felt him twitch. You don’t waste any drop as you pull out to gasp for air again with a wet pop. You see her and it seems like she’s in the exact state as you are. She can handle him, she’s not his concubine for nothing.
“Clean each other up.” he says while catching his breath himself. Your gaze locks onto the concubine, eyes dilated, filled with pure, raw hunger. Not caring about the mess dripping down each other’s chins, you’re on her, lips crashing together in despair, teeth and tongue clashing like you’re trying to destroy each other. You’re melting into each other’s embrace, four hands exploring curves and skin as well as hair, pulled tightly between fingers like you want to tear it from the skull.
“Enough!” You both freeze at the booming command that interrupts you in this heated moment. Sukuna is watching intently, two sets of arms crossed. “I said ‘clean up’ not ‘make a mess’ now do it right.” You both share a glance but you can’t help but roll your eyes. He’s such a fucking buzzkill sometimes. “You heard the man.” You retort before kissing her slower yet still as passionately as before. Her breath shudders against your mouth while your tongue wrestles together.
“Good girls…” he purrs “Now get on the bed, wife, on top of the concubine.” You slowly pull away from each other again and do as he says, your body now pressed flush against her, her breath hitching beneath yours. His claws trace idle circles along your spine with a hum. “Perfect.” He rumbles, his voice thick with hunger. “Now, let’s see how well you both take my cocks.” His hands grip your hips roughly as he guides you back to him, the concubine whimpering as she feels his length pressing against her entrance. He slams into both of you at once with a growl that shakes the room.
You both gasp loudly at the intrusion then moan, loud and ragged, your fingers digging into her skin while hers are on your hips like you’re both trying to hold on. You're drawn into her like an invisible force, and once again, your lips crash together, your tongue tangling with hers as you kiss her hard and hungrily. Her moans are delicious, desperate, pleading, and raw as she writhes beneath you... and then you feel Sukuna's hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back with a rough force, making you gasp in surprise as you’re pulled away from her lips
“Did I say you could do that?” he growls against your ear while still rolling his hips against you both. His fingers twist in your hair like a reminder of who's in control here. “I'm the only one you should be paying attention to.” he says coolly, then he pushes you back onto her. As frustrated as you are, you obey. But with the way he’s dragging his cock in and out of your cunt, you can’t stay mad at him for more than 10 seconds. You look down again, and despite the words of your husband, your tongue can’t help but find the moaning concubine’s mouth again. Her hands tangle in your curls, her body moving like it’s trying to claim you and mark you as hers as much as you belong to Sukuna. You hear his guttural growl of frustration in your ear, a last warning. And you pull away reluctantly. He yanks you back again but this time his grip is much gentler once he sees your blissed-out expression. He drags you into a kiss and you forget anything else for a moment as you're lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue licking into your mouth like he's trying to devour you. He then goes faster, his cocks pistoning both of you, which makes you scream into his mouth.
His grip tightens around your hip as his pace turns punishing, the sheer force making your vision blur as pleasure threatens to drown you whole. She screams beneath you, her nails digging into your back as she clings desperately. He lets go of your hair to put his hand on your back and pushes you back against his concubine. The way he makes both of your bodies rock proceeds to also creates a delicious friction between your hardened nipples. You can’t help yourselves at this point. You instinctively kiss each other again with all you have, moaning so desperately into each other’s mouths, and as you’re both getting closer, you rub each other’s clits. The sensation of your fingers rubbing each other’s swollen clits is too much. The orgasm slams into you with brutal force, your back arching off her body as you scream in pleasure. Beneath you, she sobs out her own release just a second after you do. Your walls flutter around Sukuna’s cocks in erratic pulses, making him groan in pleasure as well, his cocks throbbing as your combined orgasms push him over the edge. His grip on your hips turns bruising, holding you flush against her as he spills deep inside you both with a guttural snarl, and you swear you almost get a third orgasm the moment you feel his warm cum painting your insides white.
The chamber echoes with the sounds of heavy breathing and muffled whimpers, your forehead pressed against hers as you both struggle to regain your senses. Once your breathing is stable, you lie flat on your back as you watch her blissful expression.
“That was ama-“ she never gets the chance to finish, Sukuna crushes her face with his fist, leaving a mangled mess of gore and blood on the bedsheets. You sigh dramatically as her body slowly collapses and falls on the floor with a thud, the once beautiful face is barely recognizable. He broke her bones and cracked her skull. “Why would you do that?! I liked her!”
“Because she had to get punished for her disrespect. She was doomed the moment the idea of spying on us crossed her mind. I simply allowed you to have your fun.” He says nonchalantly while looking at his bloody fist like he’s just describing the weather and didn’t just kill the woman you just had a threesome with. It doesn’t even surprise you, of course, his petty ass would do something like that.
Well, gotta call a servant to clean everything up now.
To my fellow black writers and artists, are we snatching wigs for Kinktober or what?! Where’s the 31 day list? I’m ready to write diabolical, toe curling filth!!!!!
also taking dark and freaky requests, and will add them to this list if i write any 🖤 here’s to hoping october is kinky and icky and very, very fun!!! muah 🖤🧡
SHE’S A LITTLE F*CKIN’ P✭RN STAR! (Sukuna x F!Reader x Toji 18+ One Shot)
Pairing: Porn Star!Ryomen Sukuna x OF Model!Reader x Porn Star!Fushiguro Toji
Synopsis: You’re a small town girl who left for the city to attend school and becomes a popular OF model. You weren't expecting it, but you never thought your pretty face and body would fail you either. So when a talent agent gets in touch with you and offers you a chance to become a star, you take that chance in the hopes of fame.
After making a splash in the industry, you are invited to a party thrown by a major adult director and attend to make yourself known...only you don't expect to run into your longtime adult film crushes. Sukuna Ryomen and Toji Fushiguro are two veterans in the porn industry, famous for their gorgeous bodies, dirty mouths, and big dicks. What happens when they set their sights on little ol' you at the party?
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); No Curse AU; Older!Toji + Sukuna (Early to Late 30s) x Younger!Reader (Age 22); Strangers/Coworkers to Lovers; Mild Power Play; Threesome; Reader Has Nipple Piercings; Drunk Sex (verbal consent is given tho); Sex on Camera; Dom!TojiSukuna x sub!Reader; Sex Swing; Dual Deepthroat; Toji is an Eater; Throatfucking; Spitroasting; Dick Piercing; Spit Play; Rough Sex; Degradation + Praise; Spankings; Pussy Swats; Creampie + Throatpie; Aftercare
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now & I couldn’t sleep until I started writing it lmaoo. My brain is a fucking gutter. I hope y’all enjoy this one! -Jazz
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You have never seen a house as big as the one you're standing in front of.
You have only seen such homes in TV shows like “Real Housewives” and movies like “Scarface”. It is huge, towering over you three stories high with multiple wings, balconies, and two pools (one in the backyard and the other in the front). You can already imagine a multitude of insane parties happening here.
“Isn’t it awesome?” Mai asks you with a giggle. She stands beside you on the cobblestone of the driveway teeming with luxury sportscars that already tell you that tonight’s guests are beyond well off in their lives. “I’ve been here so many times before and I still get chills lookin’ at this fuckin’ monster.”
She stands in a cheetah-printed crop top and skirt that hugs her perky ass and shapely legs, coming neck to neck with you in her red bottom heels. She looks positively delicious; like the vixen she portrays herself as in her viral videos that are on every porn site you can think of.
You don’t say anything, too busy shivering in your mini dress and biting your glossy lip in apprehension. From behind you, you hear a short slam and jump, turning to see Mai’s older sister Maki shutting the limo door after paying the chauffeur.
She turns to face you both with a scowl as the limo rolls off, looking slightly irked. “He would’ve gotten more of a tip if he had better champagne,” she huffs.
“Oh, hush, sis,” Mai chuckles. “You still downed those two glasses like your life depended on it.” Maki rolls her eyes, but smirks, not denying nor admitting it.
She looks just as fantastic as Mai does in her hip-hugging, red cocktail dress and heels, her muscles outlined by the tight, skin-clinging fabric. Her long green hair is tied up in a ponytail, pairing nicely with her burgundy glasses. She looks like she could spit on you, pin you to the ground with her heel, and demand you thank her for it. Like her little sister, Maki is known for her Fem Dom/Dominatrix pornos, making her audience fall in love with her muscles and merciless attitude in her videos.
The Zenin sisters are the first pornstars that you actually met when you started your career in the industry a year ago. At the time, you knew nothing about the porn world, so they scooped you under their wings and taught you everything they know, in addition to your talent agent. At the time, you were just an OnlyFans model…though one of the most popular ones on the site.
You can hardly believe that only a couple years ago at nineteen years old you were a small town girl making OF content to pay your way through school. And now, at the fresh age of twenty-two, you’re standing in the front of a dream house in expensive heels and about to rub elbows with celebrities. It truly is a dream come true.
But even so, you can’t help but shiver in the warm summer air, thinking that you should’ve worn a jacket. But that would’ve messed up the cute outfit Mai helped you pick out while shopping yesterday. The bright, hot pink shade of the skin-tight mini dress makes your skin and eyes, rimmed in black liner and framed with thick lashes, pop. It also hugs your hips, tits, and ass–all of the features that have made your photos and videos so popular.
However, your sexy dress, heels, and makeup do nothing to make you feel like the vixen or sexy slut people see you as. You almost feel like a fraud standing here. “I-I don’t know about this, girls,” you stammer, earning the sisters’ attention. “I just feel kinda weird about this.”
“Hey, that’s normal!” Mai comforts, putting a hand on your shoulder. “It’s just first-time jitters, y’know? I felt the same way when I went to my first industry party. It all feels weird, but once you get some booze in ya, you’ll feel fine!”
Maki nods, gently knocking her hip with yours. “While I don’t condone alcoholism, Mai is right. You belong at this party just as much as we do, Y/N. Why else would you have gotten that invite?” She gives you a smirk, her eyes glittering with mirth behind her spectacles. “Everybody wants to meet their new favorite pornstar,” she teases.
You feel your face grow hot as the sisters giggle amongst each other. “Now come on!” Mai giggles, grabbing your hand. “Let’s get in there and party! We need to get you a real drink, girly.” She and Maki drag you up to the mansion where they give the guard there your name. You are given a fancy wristband for security reasons and then led into the luxurious, over-the-top party.
Your eyes don’t know where to look first, taken aback by the designer outfits, flashing lights, abundance of champagne, and familiar faces you’ve seen in music videos and magazines. There aren’t just porn stars here but real Hollywood elite. “Wow,” you murmur in awe. You already feel like a fish out of water despite Mai’s hand in yours.
“Incoming, you guys,” Maki whispers. “Blonde bimbo at twelve o’clock.” As if on cue, your hear the sound of clicking high heels approaching you and come face to face with a tall, slender blonde with the prettiest legs and toned arms in a squeezable black dress.
“I heard that, Zenin,” she huffs. “Don’t act like you don’t like all of this pretty blonde…” She pauses, looking at you, and her jaw drops. “Omigod, is this her?!” she gasps. “Y/N, right? I’ve heard so much about you! You’re even prettier in person!”
“This is Yuki Tsukumo,” Mai introduces with a giggle as your face grows hot from the compliment. “She’s actually dating–”
“Me,” a male voice cuts in, coming up behind Yuki. You gape at the sight of Choso Kamo–tattooed, pierced up, eyeliner rimming his pretty eyes, and just as hot as his girlfriend. He gives you a kind smile, stretching out his hand for a shake. “Pleasure to meet you Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
You try not to shake all over as you shake his hand, having been a fan of his for some time. You’ve seen videos of him and Yuki together, the both of them often filming content in their luxurious condo or on trips. “Good things, I hope,” you giggle.
“Taught her everything we know,” Maki proudly says, looking upon you as if you are her daughter. Yuki rolls her eyes, probably not believing much of this. “So how’s it feel goin’ from OnlyFans to this?” she curiously asks, playing with Choso’s rings on his fingers.
You take a moment to think about this. It seems like just yesterday they were taking you under their wing after you shot your first video. Though it was a solo one, it was among the hottest trending video, and soon, you had an agent and bookings for more and more scenes with the hottest adult stars in the industry. You got so big that people started recognizing you at the grocery store and gas station, leading you to wearing sunglasses and hats to conceal your identity.
As for school, sure, you’ve gotten looks and snickers your way, but nothing too traumatic where you had to drop out. You are still getting good grades and headed right to graduation…but what you’ll do with your degree is a different story. But for now, all you have to think about is looking hot and drinking lots tonight.
“It feels kinda–”
“There you are!” a familiar voice cuts you off. You turn, finding your talent agent in her own skin-tight dress with her hair pinned up all business-like. She passes you a glass of champagne, giving you a big hug. “I was waiting for you to arrive,” she squeals. “Seems like you’re already making rounds too.” She gives a sheepish smile to the crowd you’ve gathered. “Apologies, folks, but the host said he wants to miss my client.”
Yes, the host! The big-time director that is throwing this party. You feel your stomach flip with nerves and you sip your champagne in the hopes of quelling it.
“Don’t look into his eyes,” Choso jokingly whispers. Yuki giggles, playfully smacking his chest. “And he talks a lot, so you may want two drinks for that,” Maki adds while Mai gives you a comforting squeeze.
“Go ahead, enjoy yourself, girly!” Yuki encourages you. “You can circle back to us later. This house is too fuckin’ big to not explore.”
And after being whisked off to meet the host, who isn’t as bad as the group let out (probably just teasing you), explore the house you do. You chat up actors, scriptwriters, producers, and editors; eat all the shrimp and d'oeuvres you can stomach; drink champagne until you’re feeling bubbly, sexy, and confident.
Unfortunately, your confidence and third glass of bubbly land you at the pool in a conversation with a lame, close-talking bald guy who practically stands over you and breathes onto you as he talks about his editing skills. “I did a lot of Bonnie Blue’s stuff when she got real big,” he says over the loud, upbeat music pumping from the speakers overhead.
You lean back from the man, putting on a fake smile to appease him. “O-Oh, that’s cool,” you weakly say. He looks pleased by that, slurping at his red solo cup filled with spiked punch that suddenly looks appetizing. “I could edit your videos too one day,” he offers, his eyes eager. “I’ve seen your stuff before, but they don’t ever get your best angles.”
He goes on and on, and you swear that you dissociate. Quickly, you search for an outlet by finishing your champagne and putting it on a nearby table. “S-Sorry, but I have to use the bathroom,” you lie. The editor pauses, grins, and waggles his fingers at you as if the idea of you peeing is somehow adorable to him. “Hurry back,” he flirtatiously tells you, giving you a wink.
You give him a tight smile and practically hurry off, doing your best to not stumble about in your heels due to the champagne’s effects. Instead of going to the bathroom like you told the balding man, you find yourself venturing off to the punch table in search of someone you know and some of that punch spiked with vodka. When you finally get a cup and take a sip, you turn too quickly and smash right into a broad, hard chest. “Oh, shit!” you gasp, stumbling over your heels.
A hand snatches out to grasp your elbow and steady you as the punch in your cup sloshes slightly onto the floor. “Whoa, whoa, little lady,” the deep, rasped, and rather familiar voice chuckles. “Careful. Almost spilled your drink all over your pretty dress.”
You huff in surprise from the sudden situation and look at your savior to apologize again…only to be looking at a sliver of chest and a silver chain glinting under a mesh black buttoned top. Your eyes trail up, up, up to a thick neck, broad shoulders, and the handsome face that belongs to one of your ultimate porn crushes.
Toji Fushiguro is much taller in person, standing at six-foot whatever, towering over you in his black jeans and red bottom shoes. He always manages to make his costars look small when they are underneath his big body or being mounted by him. He is also finer in person too–his steely eyes transfix you and you envision licking the faint scar at the left side of his mouth.
He is a veteran in the porn industry. You’ve been watching this man for years, becoming slightly obsessed with him and the way he performs in his videos. He is a decorated porn star for a reason, known for the big third leg that you definitely aren’t staring at and thinking about taking out, slurping down, and putting inside your–
“Uh…you okay? Helloooo?” Toji draws out, waving a hand in front of your face. He genuinely looks concerned at your faraway look. You blink, your body hot like fire with embarrassment and shock. “Uh…um…” You can’t speak; you’re completely stunned into silence, your voice stolen by this man and his expensive cologne tantalizing your senses.
“Asshole, did you get my drink?” an even raspier voice suddenly barks. The stranger comes up beside Toji and his presence feels like a smack in the face. He is just as tall as Toji with tattoos, piercings, and a permanent scowl that would make anyone uncomfortable. His undercut topped with pink spikes of his hair compliments his face, sexy as he is familiar, trailing down to dangling silver earrings.
He wears a burgundy shirt that hugs his muscles, each one annoyingly defined, dark washed ripped jeans, and boots. His fingers and wrists are adorned in rings and chain bracelets, bringing your attention to the big, veiny hands you’ve seen squeeze his costars’ necks as he drives his cock into them over and over again.
Sukuna Ryomen is known for his dirty mouth, hulking height, beefy body, and large cock that is just as pretty as Toji’s. He, too, is a veteran in the industry though both stars are in their late thirties. Sukuna is also known for his resting bitch face which he lays on you heavy now as he stares you down with his crimson eyes.
Those eyes that have disturbed your dreams and made you rub your pussy many times than you can count. “Who the hell is this?” he grumbles to Toji. “You go off flirtin’ with the young girls again?”
Toji rolls his eyes. “We just bumped into each other and I was checkin’ to see if this cutie was alright…but from the sound of it, she’s either starstruck or had a brain aneurysm.” You realize now that you’ve been standing here completely silent for the past three minutes now.
“Hey, girly,” Sukuna grumbles, waving a finger in front of your eyes. “Ya good? This man botherin’ you?” He smirks, his pierced bottom lip curling into a smirk. “It’s okay, you can tell me. Ain’t he a creep?”
“Fuck you,” Toji spits before turning to face you again. He hums thoughtfully, tapping a finger to his chin. “You know, you look kinda familiar. Have we filmed before?”
He asks it so casually: Have we ever fucked on camera before? Finally, you find your voice, clutching your cup of punch for liquid confidence. “N-No,” you stammer. “No, but I know you. N-Not personally, but I’ve seen your videos.” You peer up at each of them with as much will power as you can muster; their intense eyes and mingled cologne scents make you dizzy. “I’m a big fan,” you add.
Toji’s eyes sparkle with interest, making your stomach flip. “Ohhh, so you’re a fan,” he drawls out, nudging his pink-haired colleague. “Ain’t that cute, Sukuna? She’s seen us in action before.”
Sukuna just raises a pierced brow at you, stepping aside to get himself some punch. “So has everyone else,” he grumbles, turning his muscular back to you. It feels like a door slamming in your face. Toji waves him off, giving you a wink. “Don’t let the act fool you. He loves meetin’ fans…’specially the cute ones.”
You will admit that the sly compliment makes you blush in the face. You’ve received plenty of compliments before in your sex work journey, but it’s different getting one from your idols. “So you got a name?” Sukuna asks. Surprisingly, he has turned back around to face you, still wearing that grimace.
Sipping some of your spiked punch, you find the voice to do so. “Y/N,” you reply. “L/N. That was my OnlyFans name too.” Toji’s eyes widen an inch, recognition in them. “Now I know why you look so familiar! I’ve seen you all over that sight!”
“And Pornhub,” Sukuna chuckles. “Don’t deny it now, perv. You’ve had an eye on this girl since she came onto the scene.” You blink at them both, losing air in your lungs. Have they watched your videos before? Did they…like them?
“I know all the newcomers personally,” Toji replies, his tone becoming more suggestive on the word ‘personally’. He turns to you with a grin, chuckling slightly. “I’m shocked we ain’t met before, Y/N. Your agent must keep you under lock and key.”
“Well, I’m still the new girl,” you joke. “I doubt I’d get passed off to veterans any time soon.” Toji passively shrugs and you don’t miss the way his eyes graze over your body. “You never know. Maybe we met for a reason.” You find that you don’t dislike his wandering eye.
“Just whatever you do, just don’t get too chummy with that guy.” Sukuna discreetly nods his chin over at the editor you left by the pool now standing under a disco ball with some young woman in a skimpy dress and stripper heels.
“Him?” you gasp. “I was just talking to him earlier. What’s wrong with him?” Sukuna makes a noise of pure disgust. “He’s a total degenerate. He’s been in the business for years, scowerin’ parties like these for new girls to take advantage of.”
You watch as the editor tries to offer the woman his card, but she playfully waves him off and waves at someone else before walking off much to his dismay. You inwardly cringe, hating that you even stuck around long to pretend to talk with him. “Don’t worry, new girl,” Toji jokes. “You’ll be safe with us…if you wanna stick with us old men.”
Sukuna glares at the term “old men”, but you just laugh, your heart pounding rapidly at the chance of spending the evening with your crushes. “I don’t got anything better to do,” you say in a voice that sounds seductive even to you. If the men heard it, they don’t comment on it. “You’ve got an accent on ya,” Toji curiously states. “Where you from?”
You tell them, mentioning the small population, quiet life, and how you left your town to attend university. Toji asks you about your degree and what you’d like to do once you graduate while praising you for chasing after your dream while earning some big money. You pretend not to let it affect it, but hell, you’re a praise slut.
Sukuna smirks at your story, seemingly taunting you. “Ohhh, so small-town girl came to the city with big dreams for school and got into porn. See it all the time.” You don't let his quip get to you, instead sipping your drink and letting the vodka work its magic on you, your eyes trained boldly on Sukuna’s blood-red irises.
Toji roughly nudges the pink-haired stud, making Sukuna growl in irritation. “He’s teasing. If anyone’s seen your videos, it’s him.” He smirks, leaning closer to whisper to you: “He follows your IG too. On a burner account.”
Sukuna overhears him though and glares so sharply at Toji that his eyes could be knives. “On a burner account?” you parrot, ignoring the flip in your chest. “Are you too nervous to show your face, Sukuna?” You cock your head, pursing your lips at Sukuna. The man stares at you, looking stunned that you even had the gull to go toe-to-toe with him.
Toji looks very interested in you now, a permanent smirk on his lips. “She’s got some bite,” he comments. “I like that.” He nods at the punch table where two shot girls in bikinis have trays of shots for the guests. “I like tequila too. You in the mood for some shots, cutie?” He looks at you expectantly, a teasing brow quirked.
“If you can keep up,” Sukuna adds. “You look like you’re comfortable with that punch.” His eyes roll from your cup up to your face, lingering just a second on your chest. While one part of you wants to melt, the other part of you forces you to square your shoulders and flash him a pretty smile. “I’m comfortable with anything,” you remark, a cocky tone to your voice.
Sukuna, still giving you that intense, hot scowl, takes a shot from the tray and passes you one. “I’m sure you are,” he replies, but it doesn’t sound like he’s talking about tequila anymore. Especially when his eyes are lingering on your dress, as are Toji’s. You can’t act like you don’t like it. Both of the actors turn to you, shots raised. “Cheers to the newcomer,” Toji offers.
You raise your shot glass too, your pink nails reflected by the disco ball hanging above you. “And to my first industry party,” you add. The actors share a look with each other, the corners of their mouths turned upward. “Even better,” Toji chuckles and you three clink shot glasses before tossing them back.
At some point during your second shot and discussing the best locations Toji and Sukuna have shot in, they are pulled away to chat with a producer while the girls find you flush in the face and very tipsy. “So you met the veterans,” Yuki whispers. “Be careful with those two. They eat pretty things like you for dinner.” You don’t tell her how you would welcome that. The tingle between your thighs certainly does.
“She means that literally too,” Mai chuckles. “They have no problem sharing a girl’s pussy. I’ve seen it firsthand behind the scenes.” Oh, you have too. Toji and Sukuna have performed together many times before, each of them sharing a costar, the both of them mounting, using, and fucking her the way you wished to be…even if it is “acting”.
“Don’t scare the poor girl!” Maki criticizes the two, tugging you towards her. Her breath smells of vodka too. “Just make sure you tell ‘em your boundaries if they try anything you don’t want.” She cups your ear, leaning in. “And if you do want ‘em, you’d better come with details later,” she jokingly hisses. The tingle in your pussy gets much worse after that.
After taking more and more shots with your new friends and your idols, you become very drunk, but you reach that intoxicating, bubbly confidence and buzz that you were trying to get to when you walked in the party. It makes you dance and laugh and wander off to explore the rest of the house by yourself. You venture upstairs and pass by many closed doors where muffled moans and the creaking of bedsprings explode behind the wood before you coming to one door that’s cracked open.
You step inside, flicking on the light, and see a beautiful master bedroom with a king-sized, cream-colored bed in the middle of it. But what has you gaping are two things: the cameras surrounding the bed as if someone was filming a movie in here.
And the sex swing hanging from the ceiling suspended over the bed. You stare at it curiously, walking slowly into the room. You’ve never personally taken part in anything as kinky as that in your videos. You stay away from BDSM scenes and your agent makes sure your scenes only use sex toys you’re comfortable with. No whips, no chains, no rope. Some might think that this is pretty square of you, but you’ve heard of too many stories of where props in porn can go wrong.
However, staring at the swing hanging over you, you start to envision yourself in it, swinging back and forth between two big co–
Creeeeak.
You jump, nearly dropping your cup of spiked punch, and see the two men that you were envisioning just now. “Hey, there you are,” Toji drawls. “We were lookin’ all over for you. Thought you got lost or fell down a hole.”
“Or got scooped up by somebody,” Sukuna adds, shutting the door behind him with a click. Despite it being open, you feel like it was just locked and you are stuck now with them.
Toji waltzes over to your side, carrying his own drink, and gazes around the luxurious bedroom. “This is where the magic happens,” he jokes. “Sukuna and I have filmed in here a couple of times, together and alone.” He gives you a wicked smirk that makes heat pool in your core. “W-With…that?” you stammer, pointing at the swing. He and Sukuna stare up at the swing, blase and familiar.
“What? You never been on a sex swing before?” Sukuna snorts, plopping down in an armchair sitting adjacent to the door. You sit down too on the edge of the bed, needing something to ground you; your legs have become weak and wobbly.
“I’ve heard from many of my costars of the opposite sex that it’s a fun time,” Toji chuckles. His thick fingers tickle the swing, pushing it to and fro. “What’s your favorite part about it?” you curiously ask. “Filming with your costars, I mean.”
The question is out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. Toji stares at you, quiet interest in his eyes. “Why?” Sukuna asks, a smirk playing on his lips. “You interested?”
“Leave her be, ‘Kuna,” Toji snickers. He goes to stand against the wall away from you, putting the bed between himself and you. “For me, I like pleasin’ and teasin’ my girls. I like seeing them beg for me to give them more; to know that I’m doin’ a good job with their body. Work or not, it’s still sex for me and I always wanna leave a good impression. Why do you think I’m the most decorated porn star in the industry?”
“Second best, bitch,” Sukuna growls, taking a gulp of his whiskey.
You turn to the pink-haired stud, crossing one leg over the other. He watches. “And what of you, Sukuna?” you ask. “What do you like about filming?”
His stuffed brown raises, his jaw flexing. The bedroom is quiet, a tension in the air that starts to fizzle and burn. “Gettin’ someone different every single time,” he answers, “and if I happen to film with the same costar, I like to get to know their body. Makes it more fun to break ‘em later.”
He gives you a grin that is the epitome of sin. Toji rolls his eyes while you try not to cream on the spot. “Figuratively, of course,” Sukuna adds with a humorous smirk. “Though I’m just as rough in real life as I am on camera. I like seein’ my costars react to every touch I give ‘em or just what their body will do if I give them what they ask for, both in AND out of the script.”
He pauses, locking eyes with you. His gaze makes you feel like you just took a shot of whiskey head on and are now going dizzy.
“He likes teasin’ his girls too,” Toji chuckles. “I’ve seen ‘em behind the scenes before: makeup runnin; eyes a-glaze, moans loud enough to damn near break glass. It ain’t just all actin’, sugar.” He too locks you down with a look that makes your pussy throb and your nipples grow hard under your dress.
“Cameras and editing only do so much,” Sukuna adds, “but for me? The sex is all real…and so are the orgasms.” He has to have said that on purpose, having some ulterior motive you’re sure. Whatever it is, it works and you have to clench your thighs to dampen the annoying tingle growing between them.
“But a shower and a break never hurt,” Toji jokes, cocking his head at you. “I’m sure it’s the same for you. So now it’s your turn, cutie: what do you like about filming?”
Now that the attention is on you the way you’ve secretly been wanting, you can barely handle it. You have sex on camera for work, for crying out loud, and yet you’re blushing from the mere eye contact of these two!
“I guess…being on camera,” you answer, toying with a thin thread on the bed. Sukuna sucks his teeth. “Lame!” he groans. “That’s such a repetitive answer.”
“No, a repetitive answer would’ve been ‘cumming’,” Toji protests, making the two snicker among each other. “Funny, I thought you would’ve said that, cutie…not that we’d blame ya. That’s what porn was made for.”
You can feel a rush of heat overwhelm you, more of embarrassment than arousal. You avert your eyes from the veterans’ gazes, not wanting to see their pity or judgment. “W-Well…I never cum in any of my videos,” you softly admit. “With my costars, I mean. It’s always on my own and usually, I’m drunk.” Admittedly, you’ve never filmed a video on your OF account or with a co-star sober; you always have to have a shot of something to get you in the mood and loosen you up.
Consequently, your body started to rely on the buzz, making it easier to cum on camera. When you’re by yourself using your toys or fingers, you have no issue. But with a costar? It has never happened. You’ve always had to–
“Hold up,” Toji says, putting out a hand, fortunately not letting the tense silence stretch on. “You’re tellin’ us that you fake your orgasms with your costars?” You bite your bottom lip and nod, still refusing to look at him.
Sukuna’s laugh is loud and raucous, making you flinch. “Damn, are they that bad, girly?” he cackles.
“No!” you protest, face aflame. “I’m just not comfortable doing that with another person on camera. I never saw it as a big deal ‘cause it’s just a job. Besides, no one’s ever told me that my orgasms look fake.” You have always received such praise from your costars, fans, and the directors you’ve worked with on your O face and moans.
“Yet,” Sukuna adds, shaking his head at you. “But now that we know, I’ll never look at your videos the same again.”
You pause, finally looking up at him. Your heart is beating wildly in your ears. “You’ve…watched my videos?” you ask, shocked.
A slow smirk stretches across his face, his lip ring glinting at you as he licks at his bottom lip of the remnants of whiskey there. “And what if I did?” he asks, his tone sultry and low. “Would that finally make you get up from that chair and stop eye-fuckin’ me?” He holds his whiskey glass in his hand in a way that draws your eyes to it, envisioning those thick, ringed fingers wrapped around your neck.
“What?” you dumbly ask. Your brain has short circuited; you can’t seem to think straight. The booze you consumed earlier doesn’t help you either.
Toji chuckles at your adorableness while Sukuna tsks, rising from his seat. Your eyes follow him. “Y’know, the coy act was cute before,” he drawls, “but we’re not in public anymore, so you can drop it. I know you like what you see.” He smiles down at you, all of those pearly whites glinting at you. “And I do too,” he finishes.
His eyes are feasting upon you, devouring you inside of your skin-tight dress. Toji does the same, making you feel naked. “I admit that I was frontin’ earlier: I have watched your videos before,” he confesses, his bottom lip briefly catching between his teeth. “Every single one. I’ve been a fuckin’ simp for you since your OF days.” Hearing that is like taking another shot of spiked punch: you feel dizzy and unbalanced even when you’re sitting down.
It only gets worse when Toji slowly comes around the bed to sit beside you, his hand inches from yours. “But the idea of you not cumming your brains out with your costars is a damn tragedy,” he coos. He taps his finger against his chin, glancing beside him. “Hmm…what can we do to change that, Sukuna?”
Sukuna comes around from beside his co-star to sit on your other side, boxing you between himself and Toji. His eyes are intense but his smile is lazy as if he knows that he's got you hook, line, and snicker. “I’ve got a couple ideas.”
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he means. You’re steaming like a teapot at this point, your panties soaked in your gush. “B-But the party–”
“Fuck the party,” Sukuna growls, desire in his voice. “Trust me; no one is comin’ up here unless they’re fuckin’.” As if to prove his point, a shrill whine echoes through the walls, making the two men laugh.
A slow smile appears on Toji’s face as his hand gently covers yours. His touch is like fire to you. “So how’s about it, cutie? You wanna spend some more time with your favorite celebrities?” he asks, raising a teasing brow at you. “We know you want this.”
Sukuna nods, a twinkle in his red eyes. “Mmm-hmm…bet she’s been dreamin’ about this.” One of his fingers lightly trails up your leg to your thigh, giving you the shivers.
You swallow hard, your hands shaking around your cup. Noticing your apprehension, Toji keeps his hand on yours. “All you have to do is ask for what you want or tell us no. It just pains me to see a girl as sexy as you not have the time of her life with her co-star.” He leans in towards your ear, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. “Good thing you got two,” he whispers.
Sukuna gives an airy laugh that makes your pussy clench and your stomach flip-flop. You know that you should say no, but the scent of their cologne and the arousal you feel push you to agree. So what do you do? You polish off your punch and allow the two men to put their hands and lips on you.
You start with Toji, boldly turning towards him and placing a hand on his cheek to bring him towards your face. He is more than happy to oblige, pressing his juicy, succulent lips to yours. Finally. How you’ve imagined what his mouth would feel like on yours. His lips part to swirl his tongue, spiked with the taste of tequila, against yours as a bit of stubble tickles your chin. It makes you even wetter.
And then it’s Sukuna’s turn. When you pull away from an aroused Toji with his dilated pupils and heavy breaths, Sukuna practically grabs you and plants a deep, wet one on you, but you don’t mind–you love it rough and wet. His pierced tongue slides against yours during the frenzied kiss, soft moans drifting between you, spit sliding between your lips and tongues.
Soon, you are being passed between the two and kissed silly, their big hands cupping your face. They are both extremely good kissers, you tell them. “Thank you, baby,” Toji chuckles against your bottom lip that he gently sucks on. “Had a lot of practice.” Then their lips are on your neck, shoulders, and jawline, their lips touching places that make your nipples visibly harden under your dress.
Sukuna notices and brushes his hands up your chest as Toji kisses your neck, his hands caressing your waist. You face away from Toji, instead facing the pink-haired stud wearing the wicked smirk as he massages your tits. “Someone’s real excited,” he chuckles, his glinting eyes and piercings remind you so much of the Big Bad Wolf’s teeth. “What should we do about that?”
Toji answers for him, his thumb and index finger lingering on your zipper. He pauses, his eyes ticking up to gaze across your face. “Still want this, cutie?” he murmurs. Though the alcohol has made things hazy, you nod, knowing that you want this with them. Then off comes the dress, the tiny article of clothing tumbling off of your chest to expose your naked breasts and–
“Nipple piercings?!” Toji guffaws while Sukuna practically growls at the sight of the silver balls squeezing your nipples. “I don’t remember you havin’ these.” You blush, biting your lip as Sukuna’s wandering hands begin to massage your tits. “I just got ‘em three weeks ago,” you whimper. “T-They’re still sensitive.”
Sukuna shares a devious look with Toji over your shoulder. “Even better,” he growls before his lips latch onto one of your nipples, his tongue gently yet possessively swirling around one of the pierced, hardened peaks. Your moans grow louder as he massages the other while Toji busies himself taking off the rest of your dress, tugging it down your ass and over your legs until you’re in nothing but your panties.
“God, you look so good,” he groans. “Good enough to be on camera…actually…” He locks eyes with Sukuna who immediately pulls away, leaving your nipple soaked in your spit. As Toji cups your tits from behind and begins to massage them with his big, calloused hands, Sukuna digs into his pocket for his phone.
You instantly recognize what’s happening and warning signs begin to blare in your head. “Wait, you’re gonna record me?” you ask, covering your naked chest despite Toji’s hands already doing so for you.
But Toji is there to comfort you, taking his hands off of your tits to massage your shoulders. “Don’t worry, baby; this video won’t see the light of day if you don’t want it to. We just have to commemorate this body of yours.” You know that you should say no to this, but the idea of your two idols and the sexiest men in the industry enjoying what they see so much that they want to record you is…pretty damn hot.
So you stare into Sukuna’s phone as he begins to start a video, tapping a few times on his iPhone screen to bring it up. Ping. “And we’re rolling,” he purrs. He directs the phone towards you just as Toji tugs you towards him so your back is flush against his front. “Strike a pose, baby; you’re our little star tonight.”
Toji splits your thighs wide, showing your panties off to Sukuna’s phone. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, your pussy throbbing at these newfound sensations. Sukuna smirks at your pathetic expression as Toji continues to kiss your neck, forcing you to turn so his lips lock with yours. “How’s it feel to be the center of attention, doll? I bet it’s got you pretty soaked right now, hm?”
He reaches forward, aiming his phone towards your panties just as his fingers glide across your slit. “Oh,” you moan into Toji’s mouth. He hums in approval, sucking your slick off of his digits. “Just as I thought. Little attention whore we’ve got here.”
Toji moans with you, albeit in surprise as your cheeks hollow and you gently suck on his tongue. “Oooh, an oral fixation,” he cackles. “There’s a lot more where that came from for you, cutie.”
The two direct you to kneel before them in your heels as they sit on the edge of the bed and strip for you. Your greedy eyes drink in every exposure of skin, muscle, and vein as they teasingly peel off their shirts, shoes, socks, and, finally, their pants. They lightly chortle at you as they unzip and unbutton their pants, their hands slipping beneath the waistbands to finally pull out their cocks.
Your eyes widen at the sight of them–both big, hard, throbbing, and veiny. But while Toji has a happy trail and black, trimmed pubic hairs, Sukuna is smooth shaven and his cock head is pierced at the tip with a silver ring that has you salivating. They sit before you, eyes hooded with lust and thighs spread for you.
“You wanna put that mouth somewhere, do it right here,” Sukuna orders. “I’ve seen the way you give head before. Let’s see if you got what it takes.”
You don’t have to be told twice. You spit into both of your hands, causing the two men to wantonly groan at the lewd sight, and then you wrap your fingers around both of their thick shafts. As you stroke the both of them, up and down from slow to quick, you alternate between sucking on them both the way you imagined doing with your other costars or late at night in bed.
They each give you luscious, deep moans and grunts as you slobber all over their cocks, saliva dripping from your lips and down your chin. You lick and suck and slurp, moaning obscenely as you do, eager for more of them. The more you suck and blow their dicks, the wetter you get, your panties sticking to your sobbing wet pussy lips.
You become familiar with the differences in which they fuck your mouth the more you switch between them. Sukuna is rough and manhandles you in the best way possible, keeping one hand on your neck as you gluck, gluck, gluck him like your life depends on it.
He keeps his phone aimed on you, the screen capturing the best view of your pretty face with your smudged lip gloss and mascara as you suck him cry. He groans as he pries his cock out of your mouth, slapping it against your tongue and cheeks. “Open up,” he demands.
You do so, prying your lips open to allow him to lean in and spit in your mouth. “Now put it back on my cock,” he orders, grinning when you stoop down to spit his saliva onto his slick, hard dick and balls. “That’s a good girl.” Toji groans from beside him, a hand wrapped around yours to help you stroke his dick harder. “That’s fuckin’ hot,” he hisses.
Meanwhile, Toji is a bit softer with his approach at fucking your face, mostly letting you take the reins and show him how much you want his dick down your throat. “That’s it, mama,” he moans, watching you through slitted eyes as you stroke him with your throat. “Gimme that mouth. You’re bein’ so good for me.”
The praise only makes you go harder, wanting to please him as you rub your wet cunt against the floor for some kind of relief. And you do all of this on camera, giving anyone who will watch the perfect show.
“Look into the camera, cutie,” Toji cooingly demands, stopping you from sucking dick to briefly direct your face towards Sukuna’s phone. He grips your chin, forcing you to stare into the phone, eyes big and mouth sticky. “You pervs see this pretty girl?” he chuckles. “Look how dirty we made her. You wish you were us, right?”
Then he forces your head back down, grunting as his cock stays still in your throat that flexes around him. “Keep starin’ into the camera,” he demands, grunting as he stuffs his cock down your throat, shuddering as your spit drips down his balls. You do as he says and stare at Sukuna’s phone, right into the tiny lens as Toji fucks your mouth. Sukuna is less nice, making you gag and your eyes water as he facefucks you. “Usually, I tell my girls to look at me when I fuck their throats,” he grunts. “But somethin’ ‘bout you lookin’ into my phone is too fuckin’ hot.”
Toji nods in agreement, fucking up into your hand now. “Y’know what’d be even hotter?” he purrs. He tilts his face up with a wicked smile, pointing up. “If she was hangin’ up there.”
You and Sukuna look up at the swing hanging from the ceiling and your heart skips a beat. “First-timers are always fun,” Sukuna cackles, grinning down at you. “What’ddya say, princess? You wanna take these two dicks in the air for a change?”
Toji gently pets your head, smoothing loose strands away from your face. “But if you prefer the bed, that’s always good for me too.”
You stare at the swing, imagining yourself curled up in it, thighs spread and arms shaking as you cum. The thought is enough to make you agree. “It’s worth a shot,” you deliriously giggle, pausing when Toji taps his cock against your tongue again, groaning at the soft plap-plaps. “Baby’s so desperate to be fucked, she’ll do anything!” he laughs. “Let’s getcha up there for the fans.”
The two men pick you up and help you onto the bed before coaxing you to stand on the mattress. On wobbly legs, you bring one heel through a strap for your ankle and then the other. Gripping the suspensions for your arms, you crouch down and squeak as you lay back on the swing, your butt feeling a draft due to not being on something solid anymore.
Sukuna hides his smile as he stands on the bed behind you, cuffing your wrists to the suspensions. “Quit squirmin’,” he grumbles. Toji is a lot more courteous and sweet though: “It’s okay, baby; we’ve got you. You won’t fall.”
Soon, after some readjustments, you are fully settled in the swing, legs spread and panties exposed, the wet spot in them quickly growing. You feel exposed up here in the air, but it only makes you hotter and wetter, especially under the lust-filled gazes of your two idols.
“Now that’s a sight,” Toji hums, becoming more aroused judging by the way his cock twitches between his thighs. “Try not to wiggle ‘round too much.” He kneels on the bed, right by your ankles so he’s eye level with your cunt, his fingers prying your panties aside.
“Any requests while I’m down here, sugar?” he teases, hypnotized by the way your puffy, wet lips stick to the thin fabric. Your toes curl in your heels dangling off of Toji’s shoulders, your entire body blushing. “M-Maybe pussy swats?” you shyly ask. He blinks at you, not expecting that answer, but it’s something you even do to yourself.
His face then splits into a wide grin, excited at the idea of you being such a freaky little slut. “Oooh, we’re gonna have so much fun with you~”
He wastes no time giving you those pussy swats you secretly crave, giving you open-palm smacks with his calloused hand against your sticky pussy lips.
SMACK!
SMACK!
You yelp with each sharp smack, your overly-sensitive clit throbbing and pulsing every time Toji’s hand comes down to smack against your cunt. “Oh, fuck!” you moan, dropping your head back. When you do, this gives Sukuna the perfect opportunity to smack his cock against your chin while one of his hands pinch one of your pierced nipples.
You choke out a whine, wanting so desperately to scream. Between the pinch of pain from Sukuna’s fingers and Toji’s pussy swats, your mind has gone completely blank, your thoughts foggy and lust-drunk. “Sukuna, that’s mean!” you whine.
SMACK!
Sukuna gives your titty a smack, making your body flinch from the assault. “That’s ‘Daddy’ to you, slutty girl,” he growls, his crimson eyes dripping with lust. “I can speak for both of us when I say that. This perv loves that shit too.”
Toji hums out an “mmm-hmm” as he dives into your pussy now, pushing his mouth deep against your sticky, puffy lips and clit. Your mouth falls agape as you moan, clutching the swing suspensions as you watch the muscular, older man slurp and swallow your pussy like he has done so many times before in his videos.
Sukuna pulls on your hair so your head falls back to look up at him. His handsome face, toned body, and big cock eclipse everything else, your entire world now him. “Now are you gonna be my good girl and suck my dick for the audience?” he asks. He taps his cockhead against your bottom lip.
Instinctively, you pry open your lips and stick your tongue out, allowing him to wetly tap the head against your tongue. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently reply. Sukuna grins, leaning down to give you a rough, mindblowing kiss. “Don’t get distracted now. That’ll piss me off.”
Obviously, he is referring to Toji’s magical pussy eating, his fat tongue licking across your slit as his nose nudges your clit. Sukuna decides to fuck your mouth anyway, groaning as your tight, wet throat encloses his cock every time he thrusts himself in. You do your best to breathe through your nose and extend your jaw, but you find that it’s a little more difficult while you’re upside down.
But you do it for Sukuna, wanting to please him and his camera. He shines his phone on you, your pretty face filling the screen. “Look at her take that shit,” he cackles. “Bet you pervs wish you were me, eh?”
He directs the phone to Toji bent between your thighs, his big hands prying them apart as he laps at your pussy. “How’s she taste?” Sukuna grunts, biting his lip as your throat flexes around him. Toji peels himself away from you, his lips shining with your juices. “Fuckin’ amazin’,” he pants. “She just keeps on gushin’ for me, the little minx.”
He takes one finger to glide along your slit, causing your pussy to shudder in pleasure and for you to moan pathetically around the dick in your mouth. “Right here too,” Sukuna grunts, referring to the spit dripping down your cheeks to his balls, soaking him. “Shit, baby, you know how to take some dick. This throat is so fuckin’ deep!”
“Speakin’ of takin’ some dick…” Toji takes his cock and taps it lightly against your pussy, softly moaning at the sensations. “I think she’s ready to take some here. Ain’t that right, cutie?”
Yes, yes, yes! That’s all you ever wanted tonight. Your pussy clenches around air at the prospect of receiving some delicious dick tonight, making a soft, embarrassing squelching sound in the process. As if hearing her, Toji leans down to press a kiss to your pussy, causing you to whimper around Sukuna’s thick cock stuffed in your mouth. “Want me to fuck you now?” he cooingly asks. “Say it to me, slutty girl. Tell Daddy how much you need him to fill you up.”
Sukuna doesn’t pull out, so you have no choice but to speak through his thick, veiny shaft. “Pwease, Daddy!” you whine around Sukuna’s dick. “Fwuck me! Make this pwussy yours!”
Toji growls at your pretty, sweet voice wrapped around those lewd words. “Oh, baby,” he coos. “It’s already mine.” Sukuna glares at him as he continues to thrust into your mouth, muscles tense and jaw tight. “And mine too. So hurry up and fuck her before I do it for you.”
Toji can’t have that, so after some more light tapping and teasing, he lines himself up and finally slides home inside of you. Your thighs clench and your eyes widen as you feel your pussy stretch around his thickness, feeling every inch fill you up to the brim.
The black-haired man grips your hips, keeping you steady on the swing between himself and Sukuna. “Ahhh, fuck,” he exhales. “So fuckin’ tight.” He begins to thrust his hips against yours, drawing his cock in and out of your pussy at a slow yet deep pace that makes your eyes roll and your toes curl in your pretty designer heels.
He chuckles at your reaction to him, biting his lip as his eyes graze over your body slung across the swing, hanging between himself and Sukuna. Sukuna’s cock has slipped out of your mouth so you can take a breath, but all you do is moan and wail in ecstasy. God, how he’s wanted to fuck you so bad for so long!
And now, as he grabs your ankles to pull you back and forth onto his cock, you can tell that he has wanted this just as much as you have. You allow yourself to find freedom in it, all of your walls coming down as his cock fills you up in the best way possible. “O-Oh, my God!” you gasp out. “Fuck, Daddy, your–”
A cock shoves itself back in your mouth, forcefully silencing you. “Keep it down, doll,” Sukuna grunts. “I know your little pussy is feelin’ good with a dick in it, but you’ll get us caught.”
“Maybe that’s what she wants,” Toji pants as he pistons his hips against yours. “Maybe she likes bein’ watched and all that shy shit was just an act. Just look at how she’s grippin’ me.”
You can feel it–the way your walls flex around him yet keep him inside; the way your pussy lips slightly stick to his shaft when he pulls out as if to keep him there. His shaft comes back shining in your gush, the vein trailing from his heavy, cum-filled balls to his head pulsing.
“Shit,” Sukuna exhales, transfixed at the way your pretty pussy clenches around Toji’s cock. “Switch with me.” He says it in a rush of air like he can’t get it out fast of enough, desperate and greedy for your cunt.
Toji tosses his head back and laughs, still bumping his hips against yours, his thighs slamming against your ass. “Lemme at least get a few more thrusts in,” he chuckles. “Besides, she looks too cute gaggin’ on ya upside down.”
Sukuna concurs, leaning his head back to expose the column of his thick neck and tattoos skating across his skin. Toji groans at the sight, fucking you a little faster as your pussy grips him so. “Mmm, shit,” he groans, eyes rolling back at the feeling of you wrapped around him, your sloppy throat flexing and pulsing. “Keep that up, cutie, and I’m gonna cum.”
‘Oh, yes, please,’ you deliriously think, wanting nothing more than to take their loads and their pleasure. You want to make them feel good enough to bust and give you their cum.
“Not yet, dickhead,” Sukuna growls. “We still need to switch. Now get outta her pussy and in her mouth before I make you.” Toji sucks his teeth, smirking down at you looking absolutely fucked out on the swing.
“Someone’s obsessed with ya, darlin’,” he whispers. He gently strokes your chin, forcing your head still. “You still doin’ okay? Try and gimme your words.”
Despite your mind turning to mush and your holes leaking with pre-cum, you have never been more okay in your life. “Y-Yes, Daddies,” you stammer, giving them a wobbly smile. “M’okay.”
Sukuna growls with need while Toji coos at you as if you are a baby. His baby. “So fuckin’ cute,” he groans, stroking a thumb along your bottom lip. “We’re gonna make you cum your pretty brains out, babe. I promise.” He pauses to press a kiss to your foot, sweet and light.
You hold him and Sukuna to that when they finally switch; now Sukuna is fucking your cunt off of its hinges while Toji holds Sukuna’s phone to record. He fucks his cock with your sloppy, tight throat, his eyes becoming glazed with lust at the way your soft lips stretch around his shaft. “Goddamn!” he hisses. “How the fuck did we not film with you yet?”
Sukuna chuckles through his grunts and huffs of pleasure as he fucks your pussy in mid-air, holding your ankles to bring you to and fro, bouncing you off of his cock, so hard that one of your heels fall off of your foot. “Like I said before: her agent keeps her on lock. For good reason to ‘cause I would’ve ruined her in a scene.”
SMACK!
His hand comes down hard on your ass, the sound of his palm hitting your skin echoing throughout the room. You have no doubt that he would judging by his possessive grip on your hips and the way his thrusts knock the air out of your lungs.
“Me too,” Toji groans, watching your throat bugle with his cock. “I mean that in the best way possible, cutie. You’re just too damn good at this!” He lightly laughs, relishing your fucked-out expression, your hair cascading down from the air in your swing.
“See? Lots of fun gettin’ fucked on that swing, right?” He moves a hand down to cup your cheek as he fills your mouth with his cock repeatedly. “You look too fuckin’ adorable like this.” He leans one hand over your body to cup one of your tits, massaging your pierced nipple so shocks of electric pleasure zap through you. “Bet you’ll look even cuter when you cum.”
Sukuna, flushed in the face and close to his end, licks his fingers and proceeds to rub at your clit in semi-circles. “You wanna cum for us, doll?” he grunts. “Say it, slut. Say you wanna cum all around my cock.”
You are losing your shit, your grip on reality slipping. These two studs have plunged you into a sea of ecstasy and red-hot euphoria, spit, cum, and your juices dripping off of your body and out of your holes. Toji slips out of your mouth, busying himself by jacking off in your face so you can speak. “Please, Daddies!” you whimper. “Please make me cum! I need to cum!”
The harder Sukuna fucks you, the more you can feel your big O rising, the build-up growing more intense with each passing second. “Please, please, please!” you desperately sob. “Please let your little slut cum!”
The two veterans grin at each other and then at you. “Good girl,” they say in unison.
“Now cum for the audience, doll,” Sukuna groans, his fingers and cock working overtime to make you come undone around him. “Fuckin’ give it to me.”
His harsh tone and sexy demand causes your body to tremble and shake like an autumn leaf as finally, finally, you cum. Your head goes blank and every cell in your body feels like it’s on fire as you find yourself enraptured in the throes of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You’ve never even made yourself cum so hard!
Your feet shake and your hands grip the suspensions so hard that your knuckles turn white as your pussy quivers around Sukuna’s cock bullying your insides, stuffing you full even as your walls grow sensitive. You drench him, making your slick drip down his balls and coat your inner thighs. You whimper and moan into the sex-scented air as you cream all over Sukuna’s cock, soaring and flying among the stars.
Once you come down, Toji goes right back to fucking your mouth, pushing when Sukuna pulls and vice versa. You begin to swing between them as they fuck your holes, knocking all common sense, thoughts, and logic out of your pretty little brain until you are nothing but their mindless slut.
“Fuck, I’mma cum!” Toji groans, plowing your throat as if it is a fleshlight for his enjoyment.
“Me too,” Sukuna grunts. “You’d better take both of these loads, slutty girl. Take ‘em all like a good girl!”
You have no choice but to do so. They each cum with luscious moans and grunts that make your pussy throb, their cum filling up your cunt and their mouth in a rush of spunk that catches you off guard. Toji moans out your name like a prayer and strings of pet names as his cum coats your throat. He then pulls out to finish the rest on your face and chest, covering your lips, cheeks, and tits in his sticky spunk.
Sukuna swears like a sailor as he fills you up to the brim with his cum, coating your insides in him until he is dripping down your asscrack. Your eyes roll back and your head lulls back, exhaustion kicking in as the sex high fades, leaving you exhausted. Your face is sticky and wet with cum, your makeup destroyed.
“Whoops,” Toji chuckles, referring to your new appearance. “Guess I made a mess of your makeup, cutie. Sorry.” But he doesn’t sound sorry at all.
Sukuna chuckles, giving your ass a feeble grab. “She’s drippin’ everywhere,” he cackles. “That’s a pretty sight.” He zooms in on your dripping pussy, capturing the way his cum drips out of your pretty hole.
“C’mon, let’s get her down before she passes out on us,” Toji sighs, obviously just as tired as you. You make no noise of protest as the two work together to help you out of the swing, gently lowering you on the bed like a rag doll.
Toji sits you in his lap, his big body framing yours as his arms wrap around you. “You good, baby?” he murmurs. You silently nod, your head lulling against his chest. “Did ya have fun?” he asks. Again, you nod, making him chuckle.
“Not bad for a first-timer,” Sukuna chuckles. He places his phone in your face, the bright wash of the lens on you like a spotlight. “Say goodbye to the audience, doll. Blow ‘em a kiss.”
You open your eyes to stare into the light and smile, blowing a messy kiss at the camera. Sukuna smirks, ending the video there as Toji holds you close, giving you a taste of what filming with them can really be like.
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