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"where's that girl? the one that does the piercings." his voice rings out through the shop, distinct, gravelly. you know it's him before you even see him.

you poke your head out from the back, where your room is, eyes landing on the broad, hulking figure at the end of the hall. your waiting room isn't small by any means, but it certainly seems that way with him standing in the middle of it.

"you have an appointment?" you question, racking your brain because you can't remember seeing anyone on your calendar at this time— and you'd remember if sukuna had signed up.

he responds quickly to the sound of your voice, his body turning, crimson stare finding you immediately. "nah, not yet," he starts, long legs carrying him towards you with confident strides, "i wanna make one though."

"yeah, of course!" you beckon him into your studio, gesturing for him to sit down. and you have to stifle a laugh at the look on his face when he sees the little wooden chairs you have lined up against the wall.

you'd thrifted them a while ago for clients that like to bring a friend or family member with them, but it's a little comedic seeing someone of sukuna's stature taking a seat in one. for someone so large he was sure moving gingerly, expression suspicious as he carefully dropped his full weight onto the vintage piece.

"don't worry, it won't break," you assure him, but the wood creaking right after makes you doubt yourself a little.

"you sure 'bout that?" he questions, tone flat but laced with something akin to amusement.

"well, i guess we'll see," you shrug. "anyways, you said you wanted to make an appointment?"

he grunts in lieu of a 'yeah'. "wanna get a piercing done and heard you'd be the best for it."

you hum softly, resting a hip on the side of your counter, arms crossing in front of you as you look over him, curious as to what he's planning to get done. there's plenty of talented piercers in your city, but if he's convinced you're the one for the job then it must be…

"wanna pierce my dick." yep.

he waits, eyes scanning your face for any evidence of shock, maybe a little look of approval to feed his ego. he tries not to care when he gets nothing, just you nodding your head indifferently as you reach for your ipad to pull up an appointment form.

"you know what kind of piercing you want?" you ask, gaze cutting back up to his once you get the form set up.

"jacob's ladder," he replies smoothly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

that gets a reaction from you. the slightest ghost of a smile graces your lips and he can feel his chest swelling with pride. he shouldn't really care, he doesn't even know you, but ultimately, he's a confident man who likes to get what he wants. and from the first time he saw you in the shop— tight tank top clinging to your chest, leading away some client who was following you like a lost puppy— he wanted you.

and sukuna knows he's better than the other losers you pierce, probably just asking you for something basic, something you do every week. and he knows from your coworker how often they ask you out, thinking that they have a chance, just for you to politely turn them down and complain about it later. they never had a chance, but sukuna? he had a chance. that much was obvious with the way you'd curiously peek in during his appointments, eyes slowly raking over his figure each time, drinking in the sight of him before asking how it was going.

"good choice?" he asks, standing and crossing over to you as you keep scribbling on the ipad with your stylus.

"they're not too common," you muse, shifting to face him. ignoring the flush creeping up into your cheeks when you see through your periphery just how close he is, "but they're a personal favorite so… i'd say yes."

sukuna's grin widens. "personal favorite, huh? to pierce…" his voice drops as he leans down, hovering over you as your lower back presses into the counter, "or to look at?"

your breath hitches in your throat at the warm feeling of his breath fanning close to your face, and you pray he didn't catch it. but he did. his tongue darts out quickly to wet his lips as his gaze flicks between your eyes and your cleavage.

recovering quickly, you set the ipad aside, hands coming to rest behind you on the counter. you pretend you don't know what you're doing— pushing your chest out towards him, head craning back slightly to look up at him with that innocent look on your face. you flash him another smile of your own. "all of the above."

you know it's not professional. but was it so bad to indulge every once in a while? sukuna was attractive, very much your type, and very much into you.

your mind flashes through memories of lame dates and unsatisfying hookups, a montage of your depressing sex life as you look over him once more. every muscle is defined, like they want to show you that they're right where they need to be, his body practically radiating heat. you take in the way his compression shirt sticks to him like a second skin, the way his shorts bunch up ever so slightly around his crotch because his thighs are just that big. not to mention his voice— the timbre, the way he effortlessly commands attention at the slightest word.

everything about him oozes sex appeal, and you can't help but feel like you'd be crazy not to capitalize on his interest in you.

"oi, my eyes are up here."

your head snaps up to see sukuna's signature shit-eating grin on his face. "huh?"

"you were starin' at my dick. not very professional," he tuts.

you roll your eyes, heat pricking just beneath the surface of your skin as you realize that you were just staring at his dick. "well i'm gonna be piercing it, aren't i? just checking it out for the job, y'know?"

sukuna nods slowly. "right, right," he affirms sarcastically.

"shut up," you mumble, turning back around so you don't have to see him anymore, worried that your face might betray you even more. "anyways, it's probably going to be a few sessions—"

you're cut off when a large hand comes to rest beside yours on the countertop. you don't have to see him to know the way he's looming over you again, nearly caging you in.

"go on," he urges, other hand coming up to scratch his chin as he listens, like he's not being the world's greatest distraction.

"it's easier on the healing process if we just do a few barbells at a time, but there's some wiggle room there with exactly how many you want to do each session," you explain, mentioning that the first appointment can be used as a trial run. he can gauge the pain level and see how many he can handle at a time. after that, you'll determine roughly how many more appointments to schedule.

"so how long's this whole thing gonna take?" he asks gruffly.

"well… with a couple months between each appointment it could take around a year give or take— but it all depends."

"alright, think i can do that," he hums, "anything different about the healing process that i should know about?"

you reiterate the basics that he probably already knows, given the jewelry adorning his face already. "… other than that it's just no sex for a while."

sukuna freezes. didn't think that part through. he'd been so focused on the aftermath— of what it'd be like to have sex once he got it done— that he completely forgot about the whole time during the piercing process.

"how long is a while?" he questions, quieter than his usual self, making you chuckle.

"well ideally you'd wait until they're all healed," you start, neck craning to see the disappointed look on his face, "if you're certain the ones that are already done have healed up before your next appointment, obviously i can't stop you— but i would recommend wearing a condom to keep it drier, and be sure to clean them after."

"oh, thank god. okay."

your eyes narrow, "don't go sleeping around if they're not ready just because you can't keep it in your pants."

sukuna shoots you a look of feigned scandalization, free hand coming up to his chest. "sleep around? who do you think i am?"

"i think you're someone who likes to sleep around."

that pulls a laugh from him. a low, rumbling sound that makes your stomach flip. "maybe. but don't worry, i wouldn't wanna mess up your work."

"better not," you mutter, poking him with the stylus. "now sign here."

after ironing out a few more details, sukuna's first appointment was set for a week out. he paid the deposit and made for the door, the bell chiming softly above his head as he leaves, flashing you a quick wink.

you're behind the counter when sukuna returns. the glass door sliding open, a wave of heat rolling in with him as he steps out of the summer sun and into the air conditioned waiting room. you glance up from where you were scrolling on your phone, pretending to be busy but more-so just trying to distract yourself from the anticipation of seeing the tattooed man again.

you aren't really one to get nervous before appointments, but you can't help the swirling feeling low in your gut. it has less to do with the thought of actually piercing him, and more to do with the thought of being confined in that small room with him again— this time with his dick out.

your spine straightens, standing taller as sukuna strides over to you, large hands resting on the glass display case between you two, fingers drumming on the top.

"long time no see," he grins, gaze hungrily trailing over you, just as it does every time he sees you. he lingers on your chest, lips twitching at the sight of your cleavage in the low-cut top you decided to wear today.

all you can do is hope that it's not too obvious the effect he's having on you as you mutter a sarcastic "funny."

"i try," sukuna shrugs, always cocky. he shifts, coming down to rest on his forearms, the thick limbs stretched across the case towards you.

veins litter his tanned skin, running up perpendicular to the nicely healed tattoos, the dark ink a complement to the black painted on his nails. you instinctively shift closer, hips near pressing against the counter, against his fingers that are much too close. they twitch, drifting towards you just enough to brush along the hem of your shirt, soft enough for him to play it off as an accident. but you know better.

you ignore it. you ignore the way that when you don't react, it only spurs him on to tug the fabric lightly between his fingers, playing with it as you ask him about the jewelry he wants. "silver or gold?"

sukuna hums, like he needs to think about it— like all the metal already planted in his face isn't silver. he just wants an excuse to stay there a moment longer. until you clear your throat, arms crossing in front of your chest as you look at him expectantly. "silver's good."

"finally," you grumble, but it lacks any real bite. "follow me." he lets go and you lead him to the back, the heavy weight of his gaze bringing goosebumps to your skin. you don't need to see him to know he's staring right at your ass. it's not like it's his fault, he reasons silently, maybe if you weren't sauntering away, hips swaying side to side with each step, he wouldn't be ogling so hard.

you point to the table as you walk in, not bothering to check if he's watching you— you already know he is, "sit."

"yes ma'am," he practically purrs as he sits on the cushioned top, propping himself up on his arms behind him.

you shoot him a deadpan look, one that you hope hides the fact that his words, the tone of his voice, it all has your stomach tying in knots. you turn back around to rummage through your drawers and cabinets, pulling out everything you'll need and a singular silver barbell.

"just one?" sukuna asks, both skepticism and offense in his tone. did you really think he wouldn't be able to do more than one in a session? the same man who'd easily sat through multiple tattoo sessions that lasted several hours?

"we'll see how you're feeling afterwards. if you're up for it, i'll just grab some more."

"i'll be up for it."

you sigh— he's stubborn, that's for sure. but if it'll give him peace of mind then whatever. you retreat to grab two more barbells before swiveling back over to him in your little chair. "happy now?"

he grins, "sure am, baby."

"baby? that's new," you muse, pulling on your gloves with a snap.

"you like it?" he teases, shifting in his seat, legs falling further apart.

"maybe. i'll answer that after you've pulled your pants down," you shoot back. keeping your eyes fixed on what you're doing, you get everything in order on your tray so that each piercing can be as swift as possible. as tempted as you are to let your gaze slide up, trailing over his muscled thighs to the apex of his shorts— you're not giving in that easy.

he wants your attention, it's obvious, and though he's already got it, you find that you like playing with him. making him work a little harder than he's probably ever had to before, making him think that you're not quite there with him yet.

sukuna huffs out a laugh, confident and smooth. "just say the word."

"whenever you're ready, we can get this over with."

he rolls his eyes, fingers hooking into his waistband, muttering, "well don't act too excited." only now do you let your gaze drift down to his crotch and— is he hard right now? you don't realize the way you've tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, breath baited in anticipation, but sukuna does. and the look on your face is enough to have even more blood rushing down between his thighs.

his hips lift up, just enough to slide his shorts and briefs down over his ass. the waistbands catch on the tip of his dick, tugging it along with them as he pushes the garments down further. you can see the way the fabric shifts along the head as his cock fights to return back to its upright position, little by little until it's freed, the full length slapping up against his abdomen.

your mouth feels dry. tongue heavy, sitting against the roof of your mouth, it feels like it's filling the entire cavern. you could have guessed he was big, the way he carries himself is a tell-tale sign. he has that kind of confidence that you just know is well-founded, not something used to compensate. but— "damn."

"you wanna give me that answer now, baby?"

"shut up, sukuna," you snap, eyes still fixated on the distraction in front of you. he's big, pretty, even. veins trail up the thick shaft, a guide for your eyes, leading you up to the red tip, all flushed and swollen. your core feels hot, the initial dryness in your mouth being replaced with a rush of saliva.

"you stare at all your clients' dicks like this?" sukuna goads, hands coming back behind him so he can recline, putting himself on display for you. he knows that you definitely don't look at all your clients this way, and that you usually are very professional— but nothing about your relationship with him has ever been.

"we might end up needing another appointment or two," you finally tug your gaze away from his cock. his eyes are dark, pupils swallowing the red of his irises as he looks down at you situated between his knees.

"and why's that?"

"because we're gonna need more barbells than i thought." you're convinced you can literally see the man's ego growing at those words, and it makes you want to take them back. but you really do still have to be upfront with him, so he knows what to expect throughout this process. "or if you can handle one more each session then we might not need to drag this out. we'll see."

you grab your marker, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable— when you'll have to touch his dick. reaching forward gingerly, you glance up at him once more, silently searching his expression for any hesitation. when you find nothing but a cocky grin, you wrap your fingers delicately around the middle of the shaft to stabilize him and hold his length up straight.

it's warm through the nitrile gloves, heavy in a way as it rests in your grasp. sukuna shifts lightly, sucking in the smallest breath at the feeling of your fingers against his most sensitive body part. and as much as he loves flirting with you, he's trying to keep his thoughts, his urges, at bay.

a part of sukuna wants to just say fuck the whole appointment, wants to roll his hips, rut into your fist, tell you to take the gloves off and let him feel you skin to skin. part of him wishes he could make a move on you now, a real move, instead of just dancing around the obvious tension in the room. but the stronger part of him knows that he can't.

he's wanted these piercings for a long time now, and he'd regret it more if he never got them done just because he couldn't keep it in his pants for a few measly hours.

so, sukuna wills himself to think of something, anything, but the feeling of your pretty hand wrapped around his cock.

still, by the time you finish marking up the piercing spots, he's tense as ever. jaw tight, his signature smirk is gone as he stares down at you through lidded eyes. you clear your throat, quickly looking away, busying yourself with capping the marker and setting it aside. then you grab a small hand-held mirror and offer it to him, "wanna check that they look alright?"

he shrugs, snatching the mirror and holding it out between his legs, the sight of his own cock reflected back to him. only now, there's little purple dots lining the underside of the shaft— where the barbells will be lined up over the next months.

he gives a rumbling hum of approval, handing the mirror back to you. "yeah, that's good, baby."

and the only thing you see reflected back in the glass is the piss-poor attempt to control your facial expression when those words reach your ears. there's a burning heat spreading across your cheeks as you pick up the hollow needle and barbell from your tray before turning back to sukuna.

"ready?" you check in once more, holding the needle and jewelry up.

he bares his teeth in a quick smile as he nods, "'course i am."

you line up the needle at the base, stabilizing it with your pinky. "deep breath in," you wait til you hear him inhale, doing the same yourself, "aaand breathe out." you press the needle under the skin, swiftly pushing it through, immediately following with the barbell.

sukuna hisses through his teeth, fingers digging into the plush table beneath him. pain sears through him, from the piercing site to the tip of his cock, a sharp sting that fades into a dull throbbing.

you sit back, giving him a moment when you see the furrow in his brow, the way his eyes are shut and his chest is heaving. "you can let me know if you'd like a longer break between them," you offer gently.

his eyelids flutter open, heavy as his gaze slides down to you. there's a faint pink dusting his cheeks, his bottom lip swollen from when you didn't even realize he was biting back a sound he wouldn't dare let out. his expression gives you pause, an unexpected intensity simmering just beneath the surface. he shakes his head lightly before jutting his chin out at you and muttering a "jus' keep goin'."

if you thought the tension was heavy before, it's near suffocating now. you feel dwarfed in your position sitting before him, right between his thighs, face inches from his cock. he's towering above you, body broad overhead as he looks down at you intently. the space between your own legs feels as hot as your cheeks, realization dawning on you that you'd mistaken his expression for discomfort, when what he was feeling was far from it.

swallowing loudly, you nod. you're wiggling awkwardly in your seat as you position yourself once more, trying to ignore the way you can feel your underwear starting to stick to your skin.

you get through two more before stopping, not wanting to do more than three piercings in one session. normally you'd stop at two, but since he really had no issues with the pain, you figured it was alright. not to mention he had the space for them.

while you clean up, sukuna's still sitting on the table, shorts around his thighs as he admires your handiwork in the mirror again. with him distracted, ogling himself, you can finally take a deep breath and try to quell the aching in your core. you've had attractive clients before, but there's something about sukuna. the mutual desire was palpable, and you're going to have to figure out a way to keep yourself in check during the next appointments or he might never get all these piercings done.

"you like them so far?"

sukuna doesn't even look up, eyes still locked on his own dick, "fuck yeah."

you chuckle, amused at how entranced he is by four new additions to his shaft. "alright, sukuna, you can keep staring at your dick when you get home—"

"'m not staring, i'm lookin'," he interrupts, handing the mirror back to you.

"whatever, just put your pants back on."

"you sure you want me to?" he teases, but still his hands reach for his waistband.

"trust me, i'm sure," you mumble, thankful for the fact that your voice didn't waver, fearful of giving away how much of an effect sukuna has on you.

"so mean, baby- ah shit!" he cuts himself off, flinching at the feeling of his briefs pressed snug around his swollen cock. "shoulda worn boxers," he grumbles as he finally gets situated.

you're ringing him up at the front again, giggling quietly under your breath whenever you catch him wincing and adjusting himself out of the corner of your eye. "aw, doesn't feel so good, now?" you coo, eyes running over over his figure, lingering on the slight bulge that remains in his shorts.

sukuna grumbles something incoherent, ears tinted pink and eyes averting to look at something very interesting on the wall.

"so you know the basics, keep it clean, keep it dry—" you're running over the aftercare with him as you two walk out to the parking lot together. "and don't fucking touch it. i'm serious," you add sternly, jabbing a finger into his bicep which he swats away weakly.

"yeah, yeah, i got it woman, y'said that shit twice already."

you raise an eyebrow at his tone, pulling a long sigh from him which you take as an apology— it's probably the best you'll get from the stubborn oaf.

since the beginning, there had been banter between you and sukuna, though you can't help but think about how much you feel like your relationship has evolved in such a short period alone with him. these few hours that you've gotten to spend cooped up together in your little studio have you two acting like old friends as you part ways now— bickering back and forth, laughing lightly.

there's a slight discomfort in your chest when you think about how you likely won't see the pink haired man for the next four months.

and you experience that same feeling at the end of each appointment.

every few months you'll double, triple check that your schedule is clear of all but one client. you'll wear those tank tops that you know sukuna likes, pretending it was all you had left in your closet as you relish in the way he can't stop his eyes from drifting downwards. you'll lead him back to your room, have him plop himself back onto your table and pull his pants down.

and each time, you're left speechless for a few moments. like over the weeks your understanding of his size was diminished, the concept of him was warped with the passage of time to where it feels as though you're seeing him for the first time again.

and he fucking loves it.

that stupid smirk on his face as he lounges like a king, presenting himself before you, his gaze resting lazily on your face— a misrepresentation of how much of his attention you actually have. because the truth is, it's all of it.

the truth is that sukuna is just as affected by you as you are by him. only both of you are too stubborn to address the tension outright.

but you can feel it starting to bubble over. when the room feels too hot to be in despite the air conditioning being on. you can feel it in the silence that followed the first time you pulled his pants down to find sukuna not only hard but leaking.

swollen, mushroom tip sitting stiff and pretty before you and right in the slit it was there— that pearly, translucent bead of precum.

you can feel it in the way your stomach tightens now when your fingers remain wrapped around his cock just moments longer than they need to be— nerve endings firing with each subtle twitch beneath your finger pads.

you can feel the attraction starting to bubble over when you finish the very last piercing, leaning back to see each silver rung decorating his shaft— each one there because of you. because you were the only one he wanted to trust with the delicate task.

the two of you are quieter than usual when you head back to the front counter to take sukuna's final payment. the weight of a million things unsaid filling the silence between you, but neither of you feels the need to speak them aloud. instead, you offer him a free check up appointment four months from now. an appointment you rarely set up in advance with other clients, but one you strongly urge him to make.

you just want to make sure that everything heals properly, that's all!

and he eagerly agrees, ever the dutiful client. he wouldn't want all your hard work to go to waste because of poor piercing maintenance!

so, it's really best that he comes back in four months, say… around 6:00 pm when your coworkers have long gone home. just to make sure everything's looking good.

and those four months were by far the worst. the lingering implications of what your next appointment entailed hanging over both your heads leaving you and sukuna restless. but the waiting was worth it.

it was worth it for the feeling of your body practically buzzing with anticipation as you open your studio this friday at 5:30. you poke your head around, searching for your coworkers. there weren't any cars in the parking lot when you arrived, but sometimes they've been known to take public transport and you want to double check.

you're scurrying around the shop when you hear the bell chime. the soft scrape of the metal door against the floor as it's pushed open. the familiar gruff voice.

"oi— damn, it's cold in here—"

you still in the hallway as your eyes find crimson. sukuna lets the door shut behind him, his gaze raking over you as it always does. only it's slower, like he's deliberately taking his time, re-memorizing each feature, each curve of your figure.

"long time no see," you break the brief silence.

"hey, baby." he's not meeting your eyes yet, still trailing up around your hips, your stomach, your chest. you cross your arms, your signature move when you're feeling impatient with him. finally, he looks at you.

sukuna crosses the room with steady strides to where you're waiting. you can feel your heart rate picking up at the closeness, neck craning slightly to look up at him as he stands before you now. leaning forward, a finger hooks under your chin, tilting your head up further. "miss me?"

you scoff, like he's out of line for asking. like your face isn't burning up at the single touch of his skin against yours. "not even a little bit," you lie, turning your head to the side.

he brings his hand to his chest, scoffing then pouting at you as he straightens up. "well now you're breakin' my heart."

"something tells me you'll be just fine, kuna," you reassure him with a pat on the shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the way your little nickname punched every retort straight out of his head. "c'mon."

sukuna's hesitant when he walks in after you, like he's not sure what to do with himself. this isn't an actual appointment so he doesn't know if he should sit on the table, a chair— should he just stand? he's never found himself in a situation where he felt so out of place, especially despite having been in this exact location several times before with you.

you can tell he's unsure, the sight bringing a soft smile to your lips. the ever cocky ryomen sukuna is suddenly feeling nervous? who would have thought.

"how's it been feeling?" you ask, partially as a way to give him something to talk about, and partially because, well, you do want to know.

sukuna shuffles toward the counter next to you, hip resting against it as he hums, "'s been fine. got used to the healing process after the first time so, wasn't too bad."

"you taking care of them like i told you?" you don't really have any doubts, but figure you should ask anyways.

he scoffs, "course i am, been keepin' 'em squeaky clean."

"good boy," you coo, biting back a laugh at the way he's beet red, grumbling under his breath about how you're an "insufferable woman." he's never had a partner be so forward, so dominant with him.

your hands reach forward, grazing along his waist, fingers dipping slightly beneath the hem of his shorts. your grip the fabric as you push him, guiding him until his lower back is pressing into the counter. "i've still gotta check…" you dip your fingers further, tugging down gently til you see the elastic of his briefs, "make sure you're telling the truth."

sukuna's hands come to grip the counter, knuckles white. you're looking up at him with wide eyes, bullshit innocent look on your face as you sink to your knees, dragging his shorts down with you. "how you plannin' on checkin'?" he breathes, so much blood rushing south from mere words and touches, his cock feeling like it has a heartbeat of its own.

you bring a hand up between his legs, resting over the tent in his underwear. humming like you're mulling over your answer, you palm at his bulge making him exhale a shaky breath. "you're a smart guy, i think you know already."

taking your time, you stretch the fabric away from his hips, finally freeing his stiff cock. you're licking your lips at the way it hangs heavy before your face as you pull his briefs down to his shorts. from where you're perched on your knees you have a perfect view of the underside of his shaft— still veiny and now glinting, light reflecting off the new silver jewelry adorning it.

"fuck, you really made the best choice." the compliment comes easy, rolling off your tongue without needing to think about it because just the sight of him has you rubbing your thighs together, heat starting to pool between them.

"you think so?" sukuna grins, tongue darting out to swipe across his teeth. he brings a hand to your head, patting it twice. "go on, baby, show me ya mean that."

you spit into your palm before reaching for the base, his balls twitching when your warm hand finally wraps around it. sliding up slowly and back down, you smear your spit around the top of his shaft, the tips of your fingers grazing the edge each barbell along the way. sukuna's hand weighs heavy atop your head, stroking lightly, a form of nonverbal praise when your tongue lolls out to swipe up the underside of his cock.

"seem healed?" sukuna grits out through clenched teeth.

your lips press a chaste kiss to his tip before parting, lowering, and enveloping the head. you hum in response, the vibrations paired with the feeling of your tongue flicking against his slit, lapping up his precum making him groan. the sound is deep, rumbling in his chest so loud you think it's the cause of the buzzing in your core.

you pull off of him with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip which your break with a swipe of your tongue across your lips. "feel any pain?" you ask, eyes locked on his as you drag your tongue up the side of the shaft, cool metal balls rolling under the slippery muscle.

sukuna sucks in a breath, fingers digging slightly into your scalp as he shakes his head. you shift, tongue running back down the other side of the ladder, the taste of metal lingering on your tongue even when you pull away. "what about here?"

"nah— feels good," he grunts, pressing down, urging you to return your mouth to him.

you flash him a sly smile, "didn't think those were mutually exclusive for you." sukuna huffs out a short laugh at that, because you're not wrong. he doesn't need to confirm it either— at least not with his words. you lap at the barbell closest to the base, flicking at it with your tongue before drawing it between your teeth and tugging gently. he hisses, his cock twitching in your grasp at the slight sting, and the moan that follows is enough confirmation of his little kink.

pulling on each rung as your tongue climbs back up his ladder, you revel in all the sounds you're able to pull from sukuna along the way. you note the way his gruff moans turn pitchier, louder the harder you tug. but you're tired of teasing him too, wanting to get a real taste of him when your lips part and wrap around his head once more.

"keep goin'— think you can take all of me?" his voice is deep, strained as you start to sink down onto his length, your hot mouth swallowing his length inch by inch. your tongue stays flat along the bottom, running over the jewelry as you force yourself to take him deeper.

you continue pushing him further into your throat, ignoring the way tears are starting to well in your waterline and your jaw is already aching from having to accommodate not just his length but his girth.

"that's it, almost there baby," sukuna reassures you when you start to gag. the tip of his cock is nudging against the back of your throat, saliva pooling in your mouth but you're determined to take him all.

you slide back off of him until just the head rests on your tongue before sinking down once more. repeating the motions over and over, you're bobbing steadily, taking more of sukuna each time until the salty droplets slip past your lashes and drool starts to trickle out the corners of your mouth. until you feel the hair at the base of his cock prickling your nose when you finally manage to stuff his entire length into your tight throat.

"knew you could do it— such a good girl, deep throatin' my cock like a slut," he smirks, the degrading praise reaching your ears like a sweet melody that has your cunt clenching around nothing, slick starting to stain the gusset of your panties. "now suck," he grunts, pulling you off of him harshly before snapping his hips and thrusting back into your mouth.

a muffled whine vibrates around his length as your eyes stare up at him, all watery and desperate as he uses you. your hands fly to his thighs, nails digging into the skin and making him grit his teeth— the pain and pleasure taking him higher.

"mouth feels fuck— fuckin' amazing," sukuna groans, fucking your face faster, harder, despite the way your tears are streaming steadily down your cheeks or the way you're gagging and sputtering around him. but he doesn't slow, taking no pity on you because still, each time he looks down past your needy gaze, he can see the way your knees are rubbing together trying to create a friction you're craving. "god, you love when i use you like this, huh?"

you try to nod, try to moan. but all that you can manage is a pathetic, strangled whimper that gets drowned out by the wet sounds of your mouth slurping around sukuna's cock when you hollow your cheeks. he chuckles, low and mean, sharp canines flashing at you. "come on, baby— shit- why don't ya use your words," sukuna coos, only grinning wider when your glassy eyes narrow at him. "aw, c'mon don' look at me like th—aah fuck-"

a moan is ripped from his lips, interrupting him when you let your teeth ever so slightly graze along the top of his shaft. his whole body is buzzing, the wet heat of your mouth contrasting with the sharp sting of your teeth— you're successfully able to shut him up, save for a slew of curses being the only thing falling from his lips now.

you bring a hand to cup his balls, rolling and tugging on his scrotum, and it's not long before you can feel his cock pulsing on your tongue. you hear his breathing turn ragged, his voice strained and choppy and prepare for him to cum, salty and warm on your tongue. only he doesn't.

a large hand wraps around your nape, fingers squeezing painfully tight as sukuna yanks you off of him in one harsh movement.

you're coughing, rubbing your lips and drying your cheeks with the back of your hand as sukuna stares down at you. now his cock is aching, throbbing from being denied its orgasm but he needs to feel your cunt stretched around him.

your eyes are glued to one another, panting haggardly as you sit in silence catching your breath for just a moment before sukuna pulls you towards him. he's tugging you hard by the back of your neck til you're collapsing into him. hands splayed across his chest, your lips meet in a messy kiss. normally, he would have taken his time, kissed you slow and explored what you liked while his mouth moved with yours— but he can't be bothered. you can't be bothered.

pure hunger fueling your actions as your teeth clash, tongues swiping at each others lips, twirling around one another. sukuna sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and tugging away before letting it snap back in place. he gauges your reaction, smiling wide and cocky against your mouth when your hands grip his shirt and yank him back down to you.

you return the favor, biting down hard on his lip, sucking it harshly into your mouth before finally letting go leaving it red and swollen. you're moaning into each others mouths, what was already a sloppy make out deteriorating further into a slippery mess of saliva and tongue.

your fingers tighten around the fabric in your grasp as you step backwards, guiding him with you. you're stumbling blind, trying to lead him to your chair though you're not really sure what way to go. you're too addicted to the feeling of his soft lips and the taste of his groans to break away even for a second, and he can't either.

letting you drag him wherever you want, he doesn't think. he doesn't need to, just focuses on ravishing you while you figure out what to do with him.

and then you feel it. the tip of your foot nudging against one of the wheels on your chair, prompting you to spin the two of you around. only then do you separate from sukuna with one last kiss before you shove him backwards making he falls into your chair with a thud.

sukuna's looking up at you now, eyes wide and pupils blown. his hair is a mess and his lips are bruised and glossy, coated in a mix of your spit and his. you can see the flush on his cheeks get darker, his eyelids get heavier as you strip before him.

your fingers grip the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it off to the side. you do the same with your pants. sukuna mimics you, taking off his last article of clothing by discarding his shirt next to yours.

you can't hide the way you're even more entranced by him fully naked now. his abdomen is toned, bulky, his shoulders broad. dark hair sprouts from his chest, a complement to the untrimmed happy trail that leads your eyes back down to his bush which sits around the cock that's now half covered by his hand.

he's stroking himself languidly as your eyes rake over him, a mirror image to the way he's looking at you as you slip your soiled panties down your hips. you can feel the stickiness as the fabric is peeled away, goosebumps peppering your skin when the cool air hits your sex for the first time. kicking the garment away, you bring your hands behind your back to fiddle with the clasp on your bra before that too is forgotten on the floor.

"fuck," sukuna rasps, hand squeezing himself tighter at the sight of you fully naked before him. every inch, every curve is perfect, his eyes thirstily drinking up all of you as you strut towards him.

he spreads his legs wider, both hands reaching out to settle on your waist the second you're in reach. and now he sees them— your own glinting modifications. a simple belly ring catches his attention first, his thumbs rubbing along your skin, massaging your hips as he looks over you.

"when'd ya get these?" he purrs, fingers sliding up your waist, hands coming to cup your breasts. you let out a sigh as he paws at them, groping lightly and you arch into his touch. "fuck, they look good— perfect fuckin' tits."

"got 'em a while a-ah— ago…" calloused fingertips pinch your nipples, rolling them gently. your eyes flutter shut as you move to straddle sukuna, needing to be closer to him, to feel the heat radiating off of his body. his cock is resting against your stomach, settled between your torsos as your legs rest on either side of his.

"yeah?" sukuna asks and you wrap your arms around his neck as you nod in reply. "good." one of his hands comes down hard against your tit, landing across the flesh with a hard smack!

"fuck! kuna," you whine, rolling your hips. his shaft is settled between your folds, your arousal smearing around it and your clit catching on each piercing as you grind down on his lap.

his other hand comes down fast, slapping your other tit. guess he's learned a little something about you too. each hit, each pinch that's a little too harsh, has you getting his cock even wetter, has you humping him even faster. and those sounds— the pretty little moans that fall from your lips, they're even sweeter whenever the rough palm of his hand collides against your supple skin.

"all of you's just perfect, ain't that right?"

the hand still on your ass creeps inward, your body shuddering when you feel a fingertip circling the rim of your asshole. you arch into his touch, whimpering and distracted until—

smack!

you fall forward to bite down on sukuna's shoulder to muffle your cry after he lands another hit to your chest, that one harder than the last.

"asked ya a question— 's rude not to answer," he scolds you, hands rubbing soothingly over your breasts, working to ease some of the pain that's prickling under the skin. "said ain't that right?"

you're nodding fervently, face flushed and beginning to sweat, "y-you're right," you mumble into his neck, exhaling long and slow when he tugs a nipple piercing between his fingertips again.

"good girl," he whispers, head leaning against yours as you kiss down the column of his neck once more. "c'mon," he pats the side of his thigh, "needa feel that pussy, you're leakin' all over me."

you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, a little glint in your eyes that he can't quite place. and then you shake your head, bottom lip tugged between your teeth. "hmm, no."

sukuna's brows furrow and he tilts his head at you. "the fuck you mean 'no'?"

"so rude," you pout, bringing a hand to his cheek, your thumb stroking it lightly. "ask nicely and i might."

"excuse me?" he seethes, eyes narrowing. but you feel the way his cock twitches against your clit, nerves being set alight.

you smack him lightly— a warning and a test— your eyes scanning his face for his reaction. the tips of his ears are pink, his chest rising and falling deeply beneath you. "beg me, kuna. if you want me to fuck you."

you can see the conflict simmering beneath the surface mixed with a blend of arousal and embarrassment. he's mulling over his words, choosing the right action. the silence is starting to stretch and you're starting to get impatient so you roll your hips again, pressing hard along his length.

"please let me fuck you." he mumbles, eyes avoiding yours now.

"you can do better than that," you roll your eyes, hips still moving. you can tell his restraint is slipping, can tell you're close to getting what you want. just a few more grinds, a few more cascades of your fingers through his hair with a pout on your lips and he's folding.

"fucking- please, baby. please fuck me, i need you so badly," he rasps, desperation swimming in his irises.

you squeeze his jaw, forcing his lips apart as you gather your saliva, and then spit directly into his mouth. the glob hits his tongue, warm and mildly salty, a lingering taste of his own pre.

"good boy," you praise, rewarding him with a couple rough pats on his cheek.

"shut up," sukuna grumbles, hands returning to your waist and picking you up. he maneuvers you until you're sitting over his dick, the tip prodding at your dripping entrance. your hands perch on his chest for stability as you two lower your hips down onto him with loud sighs. "oh god— you're tight, loosen up f'me."

"'m tryin'," you whine, wiggling your hips. you're trying to get used to the feeling of his jacob's ladder rubbing against your walls, adding even more to the sensation of him stretching you out.

you're so close, almost to where you'd be sitting with your thighs atop his, and he can't wait any longer. sukuna's hips snap upwards and in one fluid motion he slams your own down onto him, fully sheathing himself inside you. "f-fuck! kuna, oh my god—"

"sorry," he grunts— he doesn't mean it— "couldn't wait, needed to feel this cunt stranglin' me."

your eyebrows knit together in mock irritation. but the truth is, it feels so fucking good to finally be stretched out by him, to finally feel him buried entirely inside you, every inch, every ring.

"just fuckin' sit still," you command, gyrating your hips, rubbing your clit against him. you know he probably wants you to ride him, to lift your hips and smack them back down, fucking yourself onto his cock— but you don't plan on doing that.

you're humping him steadily, each roll of your hips leaving your clit more stimulated, more sensitive. each roll making you wetter, soaking his cock as your arousal leaks out onto the base towards his balls.

"like that?" he whispers, hands finding your ass, kneading the plush fat under his fingers. "just use me— make yourself feel good on me."

"i-i will," you assure, humping him faster. you can feel your stomach getting tighter, the coil in your gut winding up more with every grind and nudge of your clit against his rough skin. "doing s'good for me, kuna."

your hands paw at his chest, your own fingers pinching at his nipples now. you squeeze them tight, tugging and twisting gently, eliciting a quiet moan from sukuna. he shifts, his hips coming up slightly off the chair, trying to match your movements as his finger returns to your ass, this time pressing inside. and in an instant your hand comes down across his cheek with a loud crack!

"i told you— shit- to sit still," you snap, both hands now settling around his neck.

sukuna's eyes are wide, shock coursing through him less from the fact that you slapped him and more from the fact that he fucking loved it. he's never had a partner do half the things that you're doing to him, and he would've never expected himself to be so into it. and still, the sharp impact, your words and the look on your face— he's entirely ready to submit himself to you. for now.

"i know—" sukuna starts, words trailing off when your grip tightens around his windpipe.

"but you d-didn't listen."

you're trying to keep your voice steady, but your encroaching orgasm is dangerously close. you're teetering on the edge of your release and fighting to keep it at bay so you can enjoy this moment just a second longer.

sukuna's face is covered in a sheen of sweat, more than just his cheeks are red now from the lack of oxygen.

you hold on a little more, a little tighter, using his neck to support your body as you chase your high. and then you let go, collapsing into his chest as he breathes deeply once more. he takes the opportunity to pump his finger slowly in and out of your ass, the added pressure making you squirm.

"'m sorry baby," sukuna chokes out, "c'mon cum on me— want you to cum all over my cock, please."

his voice is strained, cracked, his throat dry and sore from your hands. but you can still make out the desperation laced within each word and his pleas are too much.

with one last cry you're shaking— your whole body going limp against him as his hands move to your back to hug you into his chest when your orgasm crashes over you.

"there you go… you did so good, baby."

sukuna's muttering sweet praises into your hair, his hands rubbing gently across your skin as they shift back down to your thighs. you're sitting in your post-orgasm daze, a temporary wave of tiredness coursing through you. it makes it so you're not worried, when maybe you should be, about how sukuna's standing now, still buried deep inside you and carrying your body with him as he walks across the room.

until you feel the rough wall pressed up against your back. your feet are dangling, legs locked in the crooks of sukuna's arms so your thighs are being pushed into your chest now.

your eyes find his, being met with a sudden intensity, a sneer on his lips. "had fun back there?"

fuck.

you nod meekly.

"yeah? had fun smackin' me around and chokin' me out?"

you swallow loudly.

"say it."

"i d-did— aah-kuna!"

a hand snaked out from under your leg to rip across your face, the force sending your head snapping to the side. "you like that?" he growls, pinching your cheeks and making you look at him again. "pussy's clampin' down around me— dirty girl."

and then he's fucking into you. sukuna sets a ruthless pace, giving you no time to ease back into it after your first orgasm, primarily concerned with his own now.

"sukun-ah! shit— slow down-" you whine, the abrupt acceleration leaving you overstimulated. you're wiggling your hips, but whether it's to try and get away or fuck yourself down onto him— you're not even sure.

it's overwhelming. each thrust stretching out your gummy walls in a way you haven't felt before, each piercing scraping along the inside of your cunt.

"nah, fuckin' take it—" he slaps you once more, hard and fast before his lips crash down onto yours in a hungry kiss. he's swallowing your whines, moaning into your mouth in response.

every part of him is all consuming, the man you though you'd had a hold on suddenly reminding you exactly how much control you really have.

"god, you know how long i wanted this? wanted to see you fall apart on my cock?"

you whimper, shaking your head as tears return to your lash line after a particularly hard thrust.

"couldn't even jack off n' think about you— y'know how hard that was?"

"mmhm…" you sniffle, head falling back against the wall.

large, thick fingers splay across your throat, digging into your neck. "no, you don't," he spits, "don't even have your clit pierced— never had to go months without gettin' off after having a pretty slut handling you."

you try to choke out an apology but his grip tightens cutting you off. "spoiled brat."

sukuna's voice has a dangerous edge, one that makes your stomach flip and your core burn hot once more. you know he can feel the way your cunt is fluttering around his length, his hips stuttering for just a moment.

and that spurs him on. every bit of confirmation that you're just as needy, just as depraved as he is leaves him wanting even more from you. his muscles are aching, already pushing himself to his limit and still he finds the energy to move faster, deeper. he has the energy to make sure that every. single. thrust. has him balls deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

"o-oh god, oh god, kuna—" your moans are getting louder, head falling forward now onto him.

"gonna fuckin' cum again? god, you're greedy," he groans, like he isn't overcome with pride that he's coaxing a second orgasm out of you already.

"s-sorry!" you whine against him, your saliva and tears starting to wet his skin.

"don' apologize," he grits, both hands back on your ass for leverage as he ruts into you with a carnal desire, "thank me." he punctuates his command with a merciless smack to one of your cheeks, the pain making you cry out.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" you sob, your climax being ripped from you with an unexpected force. your teeth sink into his shoulder, the taste of copper starting to trickle into your mouth.

you can hear sukuna hiss above you, his fingernails digging into your flesh. his pace falters one last time before he slams you back onto him and holds you there, pressing you tight between his body and the wall.

"fuuuck— you're perfect, baby-"

his cock twitches, pulses before you feel his seed spurting inside you— sticky, white ropes of cum paint your poor, abused walls. you're lapping at his shoulder, soft kitten licks to soothe the minor injury you caused as he fills you to the brim.

you don't need to look to know that his release is starting to leak out around his base, a mix of both of your spend seeping onto his balls.

sukuna's gentle as he handles you now. cradling you close to his body, the sweat and heat serving as a comfort for you as he sits back down on the chair with you in his lap. he's still plugging you up, just letting you sit there soaking him as his cock starts to soften inside you.

you're pressing kiss after kiss to his neck, collarbones, jaw, cheeks, as he rubs your back and massages your thighs.

"you really are fuckin' perfect," he pants, his exhaustion catching up to him.

"you too, baby," you mumble tiredly, missing the smile that graces his lips at the nickname.

"so… all healed i'm assuming?"

you giggle at that. "you're an idiot."

"and you're mean," he shoots back playfully, "can't believe i was gonna ask you out after this."

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you send a message back, saying you'll be there around noon.

another thumbs up emoji.

you're starting to worry again that these guys, or at least this one, might be weird. nevertheless, you can't waste any more time thinking about it, not when you need to start packing.

time really flies when you're exhausted and working non-stop.

you've barely slept and your whole body aches from packing, moving, and loading boxes into your car for almost twelve hours. but finally, you arrive outside the small, a little rundown, house that might be your new home. you're raising a fist to knock on the worn, wooden door when it swings open leaving you staring straight into two broad chests. your gaze trails up… and up… until it finally meets two sets of eyes belonging to two unrealistically attractive men.

suddenly, you're much more aware of the fact that you're wearing your adam sandler clothes and your eye bags are heavier than they've ever been, and much less aware of the fact that you just got dumped.

"uh, hi," you break the awkward silence, since they're both just standing there staring down at you with unreadable expressions. "i messaged someone named toji... you said you were looking for a third?"

the two men share a look, clearly finding the double entendre that slipped out to be humorous before the dark haired one speaks up, "not sure about a third, but a roommate, yeah."

the tattooed one snickers and you roll your eyes. they look like men but they're clearly children.

toji opens the door wider, but neither him nor the other man make any efforts to move, which makes your eye twitch when you have to duck under toji's arm to get into the house, brushing up against his side. once you enter the house though, you take one look and audibly groan. it's definitely not the worst you've seen, but you're used to having a clean house, one that's cutely decorated and smells nice. and this… was a far cry from that.

there's an old leather couch facing a tv that's definitely mounted crooked on the wall, and between them a wooden coffee table that's littered with so many water stains you might cry. and, a pair of dirty socks? yep. there's two dirty socks just strewn across the floor in the middle of the room, bunched up like someone slipped them off with their feet while walking to the couch.

your nose crinkles as you take in the sight, already scared to see the rest of the house. oh god, the bathroom. you're already picturing a stained porcelain tub, a toilet seat that's always left up, hair clippings stuck to the sides of the sink.

"is it a one bath?" the question flies out.

the man you now know is sukuna barks out a laugh. "such a princess, scared of a little mess?"

"this is more than a little," you clip back as you shoot him a glare.

he brushes off the look with a shrug. "well no one's forcin' you to live here if it bothers you that much."

"alright, you two. let's not get our panties in a twist," toji speaks up. he turns to you, "there's two bathrooms, yeah. you can have your own."

sukuna clicks his tongue in irritation. "what the hell? why do we have to share?"

pinching the bridge of his nose, toji's approaching his limit. "because she's a woman, she's not going to share a bathroom with one of us, sukuna."

your glare morphs into a smug grin, "exactly."

it doesn't even occur to you that you're talking like you've already agreed to live there, but at this point, it is pretty much a done deal. you can get over the issues with the rest of the house, so long as you can have your own space that stays clean.

that night, you've already started unpacking. you explained your situation to them and they were surprisingly sympathetic, helping you move in, carrying the heavy stuff for you. it was nice of them, and it was nice to watch them. biceps flexing, forearm veins protruding each time they picked up a box, the slight sheen of sweat on their foreheads, the way they'd grunt when they set the box back down.

yeah, you made the right decision.

the following weeks fly by. you'd quickly adjusted to your new living situation, falling into an easy rhythm with the two men. you and sukuna still bicker like an old married couple, and toji still tries to mediate, but it's lighthearted, most of the time. when you come home from work, you find them in the living room, feet propped up on the coffee table, heads craned stupidly at a diagonal, watching tv. you made fun of them for it at first, but when they invite you to hang out, you end up on the same couch with a beer, sandwiched between them, head tilted at the screen.

most nights it's cute, innocent. but there are still times when you can't pry your thoughts away from a darker place. nights where you become all too aware of the fact that you haven't been touched in months and you're shoulder to shoulder with two men whose bodies look as if cut from marble. it also didn't help that they're always dressed in loose sweatpants, the kind that slouch dangerously low off their hips, or five-inch inseam gym shorts that are just a little too tight, and no shirts. never shirts in the house.

it pisses you off sometimes because you know that they know that they're hot. you can't help but stare when they walk in the room, and when they catch you there's always a knowing grin spread across their faces, making your cheeks burn as you quickly avert your eyes.

you're sure they don't care, if anything, they probably relish in your gaze, it feeding their already overinflated egos. but that's what worries you. the knowledge that they like having your eyes on them, and the thought of them having theirs on you too, because you're not sure you trust yourself around them anymore.

and you were right not to trust yourself because the next time you see toji come out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, skin glistening and face flushed from the heat, only a towel wrapped around his waist, v-line and happy trail on display… there isn't even a second thought before you decide, you need him. and then sukuna comes out, in all his tattoos and glory, rubbing a towel on his hair. your eyes watch the way his muscles flex, before following the residual rivulets of water lower, and you wonder if he has any more tattoos or piercings.

fuck it, you need them.

so you do what any sane person would do if they lived with two hot men who they're hoping will pound them into oblivion ask them out. your clothes get skimpier, pajama pants and t-shirts turn into tank tops and shorts, bras become non-existent. you call them for everything.

"tojiii! i can't get this jar open." you pout, holding it out for him, arms pushing your tits together. he rolls his eyes but you see the way he stares at them first— he's not subtle. shamelessly looking at your chest, lips twitching into a smirk.

"sukunaaaa! can you get the pan from the top shelf?" you're on your tip-toes when he gets to the kitchen, poking your ass out as you lean over the counter, reaching up fruitlessly, midriff showing. the way his eyes scan your body, the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips, it's everything you'd hoped for.

you get more touchy. a hand on their arm when you thank them for helping you, sitting closer to them on the couch during your movie nights, light brushes up against them when you need to get around them even if there's more than enough room.

you know your little plan is working, not that you had any doubts, when they're pulling the same stunts. calling you whenever they 'forget' a towel after showering, a heavy hand on your lower back when they walk by. it's just enough to send a message, for a cloud of tension to settle between the three of you, and to leave your stomach tingling and your panties wet when you retreat to your room at the end of the night.

and when you're finally gone one night, the two men just look at one another.

toji breaks the silence first. "what're we gonna do about her?"

sukuna scoffs, "thought that much was obvious."

"yeah?" there's a grin on toji's face now.

"well yeah, i mean, you see the shit she's doin'. fuckin' playin' coy or whatever," his voice turns pitchy when he imitates you, "toji! sukuna! i need help!" toji snickers, letting sukuna continue as his voice drops down to it's usual octave. "like, come on, we both know what she really needs."

"i know man, but we gotta take it easy on her," toji reasons. he wants you as bad as sukuna does, if not more, but he doesn't want to scare you off.

"i know that, i'm just sayin'." sukuna grumbles.

the two sit there in silence again, contemplative looks on their faces as the tv plays softly in the background. when toji looks at sukuna again, it's with a sharp scrutiny. eyes raking over the other man, taking in all the information they can, and oh, is it intriguing. sukuna's brows are pinched, lower lip tugged between his teeth in a conflicted way. but also, there's the tips of his ears that are a shade matching that of his hair, and his oversized arms are wrapped tightly around a throw pillow on his lap.

"you're thinkin' about her right now," toji states as a matter-of-fact as he leans back to take in a better view of sukuna.

"huh?"

"well, you're hard, aren't you?" he asks, eyes flicking to the pillow and back up to sukuna's now scandalized face.

"shut up, man."

toji lets out a sharp laugh. "hey, i get it. she's hot."

sukuna feels his cock twitch and he's not sure if it's because of the thought of you or the sound of his older roommate's voice, and that scares the shit out of him. mortification etches itself deeper into his expression and the grip on his pillow tightens, holding it closer— a good idea in theory, except now the plush fabric is pressing against his crotch in a dangerous way.

"just take care of yourself, it's not a big deal."

sukuna chews his lip harder, contemplating the words, the fact that he'll have to stand up with a boner, crossing in front of toji to get to his room. but ultimately, the humiliation of that feels like it would be less painful than the throbbing in his cock right now.

"yeah, whatever." he mumbles, tossing the pillow at toji and moving to get up.

"stay." toji's voice sounds out, deep, laced with a tone of command that sukuna hardly expected from him.

sukuna freezes, turning to look at him. "you just said—"

"didn't say you could leave," toji cuts him off, "sit."

"i'm not a fuckin' dog," he snaps as he returns to his spot on the couch.

"you listen like a bitch though," toji laughs again.

sukuna's cheeks are burning so bright it's drawing a sweat to his forehead, and really, he's not sure how there's enough blood to flush his face when it feels like all of it's pooling between his legs.

he'd be lying if he said that there was never tension, that the occasional thought of the two of them didn't rush through his mind whenever they had to share the bathroom, the shower, but this was different. they never talked about it. ever. and yet, here they are, talking about it. the tent in sukuna's pants is becoming impossible to ignore, and as toji looks at him, his shorts start to feel tighter too.

"go on," the older man goads, "or are you waitin' for me to come over there?"

sukuna throbs at the thought, but he's already out of his element and not ready to admit any more discoveries about himself yet, so instead, he clicks his tongue, head turning away as a hand gingerly reaches for the waistband of his sweats.

snaking it beneath the fabric, he reaches lower until a sigh of relief falls from his lips when he finally wraps his hand around his aching cock. "fuck."

toji's palming at his bulge, half-hard already just from a little teasing, a little watching. but he just hadn't thought sukuna would be so obedient. big and loud as he was, toji expected him to be more difficult to wear down, yet here he was, sitting in front of him, stroking his cock because he was told to.

sukuna stares straight ahead, jaw locked, body tense as toji's gaze burns into him. he doesn't want to look at him. not now. if he doesn't look at him then it's like he's not even there. yeah. it's just him alone on the couch, thinking about his roommate. thinking about your supple skin, the warmth of your body when you lay against him, the curve of your ass, your hips when you bend over… short shorts, too tight tops, black hair, bulging muscles, green eyes.

"sh-shit," sukuna grunts.

another wave of embarrassment washes over him as he closes his eyes, head falling back against the wall. he's seething, teeth grinding together. it feels too good. he swipes his thumb across his slit, gathering more precum before pressing against his frenulum. it shouldn't feel this good. he squeezes, pumping himself slow and tight. he chances a look, opening his eyes just barely, glancing to the side.

his eyes find toji's locked on him like they never left, like he was the only thing in the world worth looking at, worth thinking about right now. his shorts have been pulled down beneath his hips, just enough to free his own length which he's stroking languidly.

even with his hand wrapped around it, sukuna can see enough. the angry, flushed head, the girth that was hidden away beneath toji's clothes. and fuck, if that's not a sight to behold. he'd never dared look at it before, even in a casual way. maybe because he knew this would his reaction— his cock throbbing in his hand, his muscles tensing in that uncomfortable way where he just can't get them to relax no matter how hard he tries, how deep he breathes, not until he's able to get his release.

"you wanna make a bet?"

sukuna's head pops up at the question, his curiosity is piqued. "huh?"

"whoever cums last gets to fuck her first."

sukuna laughs, low and strained, his fist slowing but never stopping as he briefly considers the proposition. when he answers, neither man is surprised. everyone knows that sukuna is never one to back away from a challenge, especially not one that's so enticing.

"say less."

"atta boy." toji's voice is gruff, deeper than before and laced with a new level of arousal and sukuna can't stop his cock from jumping at the sound. he doesn't dwell on it anymore though, he can't be bothered, not when he needs to focus on the task in hand. the stakes are too high.

the air in the room is charged, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, a heavy humidity forming from the sheer intensity of their body heat, their breath, their sweat. quiet grunts and soft pants falling from both mouths, it feels like they're maddeningly loud, the only thing that sukuna can hear besides the sound of his own pulse ringing through his ears.

he can feel his composure slipping. no matter how hard he tries to fend off his orgasm, no matter how slow he drags his fist, no matter how hard he tenses his muscles or clenches his jaw. there's a tidal wave forming and it's threatening to take him out.

and the worst part?

whenever he thinks to himself, tries to remind himself that there's a bet on the line, that he needs to hold out, it only gets worse. and it's your fucking fault. or maybe it's toji's fault. all he can picture when he tries to scold himself is your face. his reward. your writhing body pinned beneath him. toji's shit-eating grin when he'd agreed to his stupid wager. the throbbing at the apex of his muscled thighs. what your moans would sound like. toji's calloused hands on his shaft. your soft lips around his tip. it was too much. too overwhelming. his mind was swirling and he couldn't get it to stop. did he even want it to stop?

fuck, it all felt so good.

did he even care if he lost?

no. yes.

"you 'bout to cum, pretty boy?"

toji's words snap sukuna from his spiraling thoughts. through lidded eyes and a furrowed brow he glances at the man and it's infuriating. he's the absolute picture of composure. a smug grin plastered on his face as he strokes himself steadily, expression unbothered, like this is any other moment, any other day.

"w-what the fuck," sukuna rasps out.

"hm?"

"how?" he can't manage to get much more out, his own impending release clouding his thoughts, clogging the words in his throat.

toji just laughs, he knows what sukuna's trying to ask. "i've got a few years on ya. 'm not gonna cum before a 20-something virgin."

"'m not— mmfuck— a v-virgin." the way he's stuttering has sukuna's ears burning. it's pathetic, really. he's never been like this, felt like this, but he can't help it. nor does he care anymore. he's so close.

"ya sure sound like one," toji chuckles.

"fuck you," sukuna grits out. he tightens his grip, pumping his dick harder and faster. sukuna knows that he's already lost and he's tired of waiting.

"yeah, you want that?"

toji starts to accelerate his own pace, allowing himself more relief now that he know's sukuna's teetering so close to the edge. their hands twist, glide, up, down, up, down, moving like they're in sync. sukuna's chest is heaving, a series of minuscule grunts tumbling out of him and toji can tell he just needs that last push.

"y'wanna know what it feels like? takin' my cock up your a—"

"fuck!" sukuna shouts, cutting him off. his whole body shudders, white spurts of cum coating his fist.

toji's own release takes him by surprise. but watching sukuna had more of an effect on him than he could've expected, his orgasm ripped from him like it belonged to the other man. his release spills onto his hand, onto his stomach, the waistband of his shorts.

both men reeling, heavy breathing is the only sound left in the room. whatever they'd been watching when you left was gone, the tv now asking them, "Are You Still Watching?"

sukuna's the first to move, stuffing himself back into his sweats. he expected it to be awkward. that their interactions now would be littered with uneasy chuckles and too-polite courtesies. surprisingly, though, and much to his relief, it was like nothing had changed. like the two of them didn't just jack off next to one another— no— with one another.

toji tucks himself away before standing, knees popping as he stretches with a loud groan. "i gotta shower."

"mhm." sukuna eyes him, licking his lips at the way his muscles ripple, the dried white spot on his abs.

"coming, pretty boy?"

the next movie night you join your roommates on the couch, sitting in your designated spot— the middle cushion. toji slings an arm around the back, resting it behind your head, and when sukuna comes and sits down it's too close. you're smushed between him, a thick tattooed thigh pressing against yours as sukuna man-spreads, forcing you further into toji, until you're practically cradled under his arm.

"what're we watching tonight?" sukuna asks, cracking open his beer.

"how 'bout that new movie — the action one," toji suggests, even though the both of them know you don't like action movies.

"i don't—" the rest of your sentence falls apart on your tongue when you feel a brush of toji's fingertips against the back of your neck. but when your head snaps to the side he's just looking at sukuna, expression blank, like he's bored.

"i'd be cool with that," sukuna replies casually, a false representation of the way he's feeling right now.

"guys, you know i don't like—" a heavy hand comes down on your thigh, patting the top of it.

"get the remote, will ya, princess?"

what the fuck is going on?

"okay…" you slide forward to reach for the remote on the coffee table, but sukuna's hand hasn't left your leg and now you're much too aware of the way your actions have shifted it higher, dangerously close to your core that's starting to feel like it's on fire. and when you slide back to your seat his hand moves with you, planted in place.

toji brings his arm around to take the remote from your hand, the other returning to your nape, gripping lightly, and you swear your heart is going to jump out of your chest.

"i got it, doll."

you miss the glance that the two men share above your head, too distracted by their words and the fact that sukuna's fingers are now slightly digging into the flesh of your thigh.

he knows it's forward but he can't help himself, not when he's been wanting to know the feeling of your supple skin since the day you moved in, and not when he sees the way toji's already sneaking his hands onto you.

"what are—" your breath catches in your throat when sukuna spreads his pinky out and it dips under the hem of your pajama shorts (if you can even call them shorts). toji's been clicking around on the remote but out of the corner of his eye he catches it, feeling a pang of jealousy in his chest and a tightness in his pants.

he shoots sukuna a warning look. a silent reminder of their agreement. "here we go," he says as he finally pulls up the movie, thumb gently rubbing the skin on the back of your neck.

flustered, you keep trying to figure out what's going on between the two of them. it feels like they're both in on something that you're not privy to, having their own little conversation like you're not even there. you'd think they genuinely forgot about you if it wasn't for the feeling of their hands burning into your flesh.

but then the conversation dies down and the movie starts, and you then hear it— a sniff. sukuna's eye's meet toji's in silent communication, telepathy seems to be a skill of theirs. another sniff from the other side of you.

your knees shoot together like they're magnetized. you're not even sure when it got this bad but you can feel the way your damp panties are clinging to your sex, and now you're sure the two titans beside you are aware of the mess forming between your legs. you try to turn your head to look at anyone but the hold on your nape stiffens, keeping your gaze on the tv.

sukuna shifts, hips coming up off the couch, other hand coming to adjust his sweats, eyes now glued on the movie that's starting.

an hour and a half later and you have absolutely no idea what the hell you were supposed to have watched. you were looking at the screen, sure, but the last thing you were doing was paying attention.

how could you?

it was impossible with the two not-so-little devils sitting next to you. their teasing was relentless, an endless cycle of hands in your hair, featherlight brushes of their fingertips against your skin. you were swimming in a wave of arousal, just trying not to drown, and each touch threatened to pull you under.

and you could tell they were feeling at least something too, since neither of them even cared to hide the tents in their pants. but when sukuna's hand crept toward your core and you parted your legs for him, he pulled away. and when toji's hand drifted around your neck and you tilted your head to the side for him, he pulled away. it was maddening.

"another movie?" thing one asked.

"i'm down." thing two replied.

the fucking nerve. no, you're not watching another movie. you're going to your room to take care of yourself since they both seem so adamant on not doing it for you.

toji, you might understand. he's a bit older and probably doesn't want to think of you that way, or maybe he just has enough sense to know that fucking your roommate can lead to some complications. but sukuna? you really thought he would have caved considering everything about him screams "horny 20-something boy who'd fuck a hole in the wall if it looked at him the right way." it's almost insulting that he didn't go for it.

you huff, standing abruptly. "i'm tired. goodnight." you don't wait for their replies before stalking off to your room and shutting the door behind you.

it takes less than a few seconds of rummaging through your nightstand before you're able to find ole reliable, your trusty vibrator. it's gotten you through more nights than you can count since moving in here. you press the button and it whirs to life. you slide your hand under your shorts and when you bring it down between your legs you gasp, even the light touch against your clothed core felt overwhelming with how turned on you were. your clit is already sensitive, aching to be touched and you feel your arousal spreading more, coating your panties.

you dip the toy into your underwear, rubbing it between your folds, gathering your slick and pressing slightly each time you graze your sensitive bud. tugging your bottom lip between your teeth you try to muffle your moans but you were left feeling so pent up that the action does little. it feels too good. images replay in your mind of the two men you live with, of their bodies, the baritone of their voices. you envision what it would be like to feel the weight of them on top of you, to hear them whispering in your ears while they touch you, while they drill their cocks into your holes, using you however they want.

fuck, it would feel so much better.

gasping, writhing, you hold the vibrator steady against your clit, until it's almost unbearable. until your hand is shaking, fighting against you, and threatening to pull away but you don't dare let it, not when you're so close. the coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, your toes curling, you're sweating by the time it snaps! and your orgasm crashes over you.

your entire body shudders, back arching off the mattress, eyes clamped shut. a scream is ripped from your chest, louder than you'd expected and before you can cut yourself off the name tumbles out, "

toji wasn't even trying to eavesdrop. you'd said you were tired and he was making his way to his room when he heard it. the faint but unmistakable buzzing from the other side of your door. and then he heard you. the melodious sound of your voice, your moans, your scream. could he really be blamed for lingering and listening at that point? and when the soft bzzzzz didn't go away and he could still hear you whimpering, could he really be blamed for opening the conveniently unlocked door and slipping inside?

maybe a little.

but toji is more than willing to throw his already gray morals out the window the minute he sees you sprawled out on the sheets, breasts threatening to spill out of the top of your tank top, a hand in your shorts, a wet spot between your thighs, and a smaller one forming on the sheets between your spread legs. you weren't even naked and without a doubt it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. and he's seen a lot.

your eyes flutter open, sliding to meet his hungry gaze. a part of him is already prepared for you to berate him, to yell at him to get out, or call him a perv. but none of those things happen.

"you came."

your voice is breathless, laced with relief like you needed him.

"you called."

you sit up, turning off the vibrator and tossing it aside as he stalks over to you. his broad chest is rising and falling almost as much as yours as he towers over you. he's looking down at your figure like you're his prey, and it feels like you might be, but you're perfectly okay with that. you'd be anything for him in this moment.

your hands reach up, hooking into his waistband and tugging hard, pulling him onto the bed with you. he catches himself, palms resting on either side of your head as a chuckle rumbles deep in his throat.

"eager little thing, aren't ya?"

you roll your eyes, hands moving to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair as you bring him to you. he meets your kiss fervently, lips moving in sync. it doesn't start slow or tender. no, it's greedy. he's impatient. you both are. you've wanted this for so long you can't hold back anymore.

teeth clashing, tongues twirling against each other. you moan into his mouth when he sucks your bottom lip between his, biting down. his hands roam freely, squeezing your breasts, pulling your shirt down to let them fall out. he palms at them, pinching your nipples harshly making you whimper and rubbing them soothingly after. you're so responsive, your first orgasm leaving your whole body tingling.

a hand trails down your stomach, wasting no time before slipping into your shorts, feeling you through your underwear.

"fuckkk, doll," toji groans into your mouth, bucking his hips forward, his cock rubbing against the inside of your thigh. "you're soaked down here."

you roll your hips as you thread a hand in his hair, tugging roughly. he sighs loudly when your mouth latches onto his neck, suckling gently, nipping at the skin and swiping your tongue over the bruises.

"need somethin'?"

you nod, rolling your hips again, grinding against his hand.

toji draws his hand out of your shorts before delivering a sharp slap! to your clothed cunt making you cry out. "a-ah! toji!"

"use your words, you're a big girl." he rubs gentle, soothing circles over you.

"want you i-inside me…" you mumble, burying your face up into the crook of his neck, peppering little kisses and kitten licks all over his skin.

in one fluid motion he yanks your clothes to the side and pushes two fingers inside your cunt with an embarrassing squelch. a sound halfway between a gasp and moan tumbles from your lips at the sudden intrusion and toji sounds the same. the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around his fingers, practically sucking him in, he has half a mind to pull them out and just shove his cock into you instead. but he doesn't. wet as you are, you're nowhere near prepared enough to take all of him, and he needs you to take all of him.

"so fuckin' tight," toji groans, pumping his fingers in and out of you. slowly at first, but when he feels you starting to relax for him he stops holding back. he pushes them back in, curling, scissoring, in and out, burying his hand to the knuckle each time. more slick begins to spill out, dribbling down to your asshole and onto the sheets beneath you.

"such a messy girl. seemed so sweet when i met ya, but here ya are, lettin' your older roommate finger this slutty pussy."

you can only whine in response, each word being punched out of your throat with a thrust of his digits into your sloppy cunt. your eyes roll shut, brows pinched together as your hands grip the sheets.

his fingers are big, stretching your pussy open wide and there's only two inside. you can't even worry about what his cock will feel like when he hooks his thumb around your pelvis, pressing against your clit. each time he slides his hand in and out his thumb rubs against you, your slick spreading like lube, there's no friction just skin gliding against skin, and it's all so wet.

"mmfuck— toji, ha-ah! 'm so close," you moan.

but he already knows. the way your walls are pulsing around him, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, you're whining even more now. his free hand comes down to rest on your neck, giving you a light squeeze. you feel his hair brushing against your forehead as he leans in over you.

"so loud, you want him to hear?" he whispers in your ear.

you shake your head, "n-no…"

"bet he's listening right now. probably got his cock in his hand, hearin' that pretty voice." toji squeezes your throat again, harder this time, causing your breath to hitch in your throat and your walls to clench around him. "dirty girl."

you wonder if toji's right. if sukuna's really on the other side of the wall in his room, pumping his cock as he listens in on you both. you hope he is.

there's a pit in your stomach as you teeter dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm. each touch on your sensitive clit, each thrust of his fingers back into your greedy cunt have your mind spiraling, setting your skin on fire.

"go on, let go f'me, doll face. wanna hear those noises you make when you cum," he grunts, rolling his hips, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. "let us hear you."

he coaxes it out of you so easily. he knows your body too well, you're not even sure how. but seconds later and you fall apart on his fingers with a sharp cry, his hands holding your writhing body in place on the bed as your cunt gushes around him.

your eyes flutter open and in your haze you can see him. pupils blown wide, a feral grin on his face as he pulls out of you, raising his glistening fingers to his mouth. his tongue falls out, licking up the digits, swirling around them. he groans loudly when he tastes you.

and then he moves. fast. two hands gripping the waistband of your shorts, pulling them off with your panties in one motion. his pants are next. he slides them off quickly, his finally free cock slapping up against his stomach before hanging down from it's own weight. it's big. girthy, littered with veins, the flushed tip already leaking. and then he's hooking his arms under your knees and yanking you to the edge of the bed making you yelp.

"toji!"

"stand up."

you hesitate for a moment. but you listen. hands pressing into the mattress as you raise yourself up onto shaky legs. his arm wraps around your waist, spinning you around and pulling your back into his chest, his cock sitting against your ass. he grinds into you, groaning in your ear.

"feel what ya do to me?"

your cheeks burn, and you push back against him. "need you, toji…"

his other hand comes down, smacking the flesh of your ass. he watches the way it jiggles, the way your knees knock together, he hears you whimper quietly.

"so fuckin' greedy," he groans, smaking you again. "always want more, don't ya?"

"a-ah! yes!" your thighs rub together, spreading your cum around, your cunt throbbing for him again already.

another smack. "beg then."

"mmm— please! please, toji, wan'you to fuck me."

he chuckles, low and deep behind you and he slots his length between your plush, slick thighs, the shaft rubbing against your puffy folds. "that's my good girl."

toji's hands slide against your stomach, up your waist before cupping your breasts. he pulls his hips back, pushes them forward, fucking himself between your legs a few times before you feel his head poking at your entrance. the mushroom tip slips inside and you both gasp. it's just the tip but it feels so much better than his fingers already. and maybe you are greedy because you can't stop yourself from arching your back and pushing yourself down onto him.

he slides in with a biiiig stretch. your eyes squeeze shut, mouth parted in an 'o' as you moan loudly. each inch is torturous, splitting you open in a deliciously painful way, and the second you take that last inch, feeling your ass meet his pelvis— you're addicted.

toji groans, hips still as he lets you adjust to his size, but only for a moment. and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you off him before slamming you back down.

"f-fuck! toji!"

he thrusts slow, deep, hard. each movement is precise, carrying the weight of his intentions to ruin you tonight. "feels so fuckin— fuck-" he grunts, "so good."

"more," you whine, "toji move f-fast—"

he snaps his hips forward with a growl. "like i said— ngh- greedy."

his fingers dig into your skin with a bruising grip, and then he's drilling into you at a breath-taking pace. you cry out a broken moan, half of his name as your hands fly back to his forearms. your nails are digging crescents into his skin but you feel like if you let go you'll fall forward with the weight of his thrusts.

"holy f-fuck, toji! haah!"

you're moaning loudly but the noise just gets drowned out. the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, sounds of your wet, sloppy cunt dripping around toji's cock as he bullies himself into your poor pussy.

you feel a hand slide to your back, pressing firmly, pushing your chest out and forcing a slight arch and it makes you scream. the new angle makes it feel like his cockhead is bruising your cervix. curving just right he drills into that spongey spot on your walls, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"toji, i c-can't— please!"

"you asked for it," he rasps, "fuckin' take it."

his speed picks up, and you feel that familiar feeling building in your core again. a swirling heat that's burning brightly, your body buzzing with arousal.

"i can't!" you sob, "'s too much."

the hand on your back moves to your jaw, gripping tightly and snapping your head forward. "open your eyes," he commands.

your lashes flutter, vision blurred by your tears but you can still see what he wants you to see. the image of your bodies pressed together, your messy hair, sweat-slicked skin, bouncing tits, all on display in the mirror you have hung on the wall in front of you. toji's towering behind you, bulging muscles wrapped around your trembling figure as he pounds into you from behind.

"watch. see what i've been waitin' so long for."

you're a mess. absolutely ruined at his hands, but he doesn't look much better. all grunts and groans as he fights to keep up the animalistic pace that he set.

"been dyin' to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock," he growls, "tell me you love it."

"i love it! love your cock!" you mewl.

"yeah?"

"mhmmm," you moan, "'m gonna cum, t-toji!"

"shit— yeah, cummin' all over daddy's cock?"

you feel the tension winding tighter, but it's different. the overstimulation, the way he's drilling into that sweet spot inside you over and over—

"y-yes daddy!"

and you cum hard. watery slick spilling from your cunt, splashing onto the tops of your thighs, your whole body shakes as your third orgasm is ripped from your body and toji's following right behind you.

your pussy clamping down around him, soaking him, the sound of you crying out for him, it's all so much. toji's hips stutter, pace faltering and he moans loudly. with one last thrust, he slams his hips into you before pulling out quickly, hot, white cum shooting out, splattering onto your back and the flesh of your ass.

"fuck, doll," he pants. "gonna be the death of me."

your body feels heavy and sore already, and it feels like a full-time job just trying to stand up. with wobbly legs you're the first to try to move, but you don't make it one step before toji's picking you up bridal style and plopping you gently onto your stomach on the bed.

your eyelids are sliding shut, sleep threatening to take over already as he grabs his shorts, cleaning you up with them before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

"get under the covers, princess."

you grumble something unintelligible which makes him chuckle, moving on his own to fix your shirt and pull the sheets out and over your limp body before he moves to slip out of your room.

"stay." you plead softly.

and how can he resist? when you look so cozy and you're glancing up at him with those pretty, tired eyes, with a small pout on your lips.

when you wake up the next morning, you roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. the sheets are cool, like toji's been gone for a while. there's a small pang in your chest but you try to ignore it. you reason with yourself that he doesn't owe you anything just because he fucked you. if you let silly feelings get in the way it'll just make things complicated, and you couldn't imagine yourself living anywhere else now.

you roll out of bed, throwing on the first pair of pants you can find before trudging to the kitchen. when you walk in you see sukuna, all bare chest and tattoos. he turns when he hears you rummaging for a coffee mug.

he's smirking. "mornin' sunshine. you look like you got hit by a truck."

"shut up," you groan.

"late night?" he goads.

does he know? he has to. you weren't exactly quiet, and toji seemed pretty confident that sukuna was… aware. either way, toji wasn't even here, and his absence had you feeling a little embarrassed about the whole thing.

"something like that," you mumble.

"right," sukuna nods.

your ears perk up when you hear the lock click on the front door, the familiar creak as it's pushed open. and in walks the man of the hour. black compression shirt and sweatpants on, a drink carrier with 3 coffees in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.

"i'm back," toji says, kicking off his shoes, "cafe was fuckin' packed."

a laugh bubbles up out of sukuna's chest and you shoot him a suspicious glare. "look, daddy's home."

now it's not just your eyes, your whole head snaps to the side, mouth hanging open as you stare at him. your cheeks are burning and you can hear toji chucking from across the room. your hand flies up to smack sukuna in the back of the head.

"you little shit!" you squeal but he just laughs harder.

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a/n: this was in the drafts for a whiiiile and i'm so happy i finally got it out. def going to build on this roommate au with some more drabbles or oneshots :>

Your eyes burn with tears as you glare up at him, pout sharp and full of fire—but the real storm crackles lower, hotter and wetter, between your thighs.

You're soaked, and he knows it—the smug fuck.

Geto knows you need him and you do.

Ever since Lieutenants Gojo and Geto joined your unit, you’ve been their favorite little project—deciding, as your so-called superiors, to take you under their wing “for your own betterment.”

Though frankly, their version of leadership feels a hell of a lot more like bullying than mentorship.

Like sharks scenting blood, they zeroed in on your inexperience—you might as well be fresh meat in fatigues.

You couldn’t eat a single meal without one of them bumping your tray, couldn’t march a straight line without Gojo making obscene gestures just out of frame—yet worst of all?

Every little fuck-up is magnified and they make sure to catch you in the most minor of infractions—nothing escaping their eagle eyes when you were the prey in their sights.

When you'd smarten up to their game, trying to keep 2 steps ahead, they'd up the ante and go as far as giving you misleading directives so you'd break a rule you didn't even know existed.

Rules they told you to break in the first place!

They would of course deny that and given their pristine military record, who would even believe you?

All of it they perfectly orchestrated to justify, as they put it—'your much needed discipline if you were to become a proper combat soldier'.

“You heard him, Private...”

Gojo chimes in, lounging back against the sofa in his and Geto's shared office. He pushes up his sunglasses, still wearing them indoors. Yet the teasing way they sit on the bridge of his nose does little to hide the mischievous gleam in his eyes behind them.

“...be a good little Bunny girl before we add another fifty for insubordination, hm?”

Gojo’s charm is boyishly dangerous, all tilted head and sugar sweet smiles—like he’s asking for a favor, not ruining your life.

The kind of charm that would’ve had someone’s mom—yours especially—offering him pie and a spare bedroom without a second thought.

And yeah, shit, maybe you fell for it too in the beginning when you thought he was just being helpful.

But now?

Now you know better.

"...Fine."

You spit out, clearly forgetting yourself.

“What was that, Private?”

Geto asks full of amusement, hand cupping his ear. He pauses and waits.

Gritting your teeth, you swallow your pride with a huff.

“Y-yes, sirs.”

Geto nods and Gojo leans back further—that’s your go'ahead.

Completely bare from the waist down, you straddle Gojo on the sofa.

His cock is already at full attention, leaky and twitching like its saluting you.

Gojo doesn’t even try to hide it, not that he ever does. He’s always hard when you’re near—always ready to pull you behind the barracks and ruin you—especially when Geto's not around to keep him in check.

You align yourself, swallowing the whimper building in your throat.

When they told you to “give them fifty,” you knew they didn’t mean pushups.

Not anymore.

Not since last week’s “corrective training” ended with you on your knees and their cum dripping down your chin like warm frosting on a cupcake.

So here you are.

Preparing to bounce on your superior officer’s cock like your career depends on it.

Because it does.

You'd have to pump your lil' cunny, up and down on Gojo's massive length, fifty times or until he came—which, let's be real...the cruel white haired beauty beneath you could barely make it through twenty.

But that's where Geto came in. He'd make you do fifty more plus what was still owed to Satoru.

You shake away those thoughts for now, focusing on the task at hand.

Lowering yourself, hips trembling as you spear yourself on Gojo’s thick length barreling through your walls like a tank. No matter how many times he fucked you, you'd get just as tight, like you'd never taken him before.

You’re always struggling with those last few inches.

At this point, it’s practically tradition.

“All the way now… Private.”

Geto’s voice is syrupy smooth, but there’s no mistaking the smirk behind it.

You sniffle, cheeks hot, thighs shaking as Gojo’s cock presses right up against your cervix—it's too much. You haven’t even fully bottomed out yet and already your body’s quivering around him, clenching like it’s trying to keep him out and pull him deeper all at once.

You swear you hear him stifle a laugh through his own low moans.

Sweat beads at your brow as you rock your hips forward, just barely managing to slide down the rest of the way with a low, shaky moan.

There.

Fully seated, you're now split open on your superior officer’s cock like the good little recruit you are.

"Good girl, Bunny—now begin."

Geto gives you his words of approval while Gojo hisses, your tight heat already making him gasp for air.

You lift your hips just enough for his thick cockhead to catch at your slick entrance—he won’t slip out, of course. Gojo’s far too big for that.

But it always makes for a good show, and it never fails to get him close faster, turning him to jelly right beneath you.

Taking pride in that as it's the only thing you'd ever have on him, you brace yourself as you start your count.

"One..."

Slamming your hips back down, both you and gojo simultaneously moan.

“Fuhh—uck!”

Gojo groans, voice cracking like a whip, as your clit smacks against his pelvis. The soft scratch of his white hair on your swollen bud sparking through you like static and you savor a bit longer grinding down at the base.

Your body goes taut, drenching his cock as you clench him even tighter and he’s instantly undone—eyes fluttering, neck slack, fighting the urge to roll his head back and bust immediately into your messy, dripping cunt.

"Two..."

"HAH-FUHHCK!"

Gojo cries out, his pitchy moans making Geto sigh in exasperation at the pure display of weakness.

“Shiiit, Bunny—you’re tighter today…”

Gojo groans, panting.

“Been thinkin’ about us, huh baby? Bet you fucked up on purpose just to get punished...not enough I already made you cum on my tongue in the mess hall earlier?

If anything his dirty talk is only doing himself in more. Gojo's blunted nails dig into your thighs, grip shaky like he’s holding on for dear life.

Your face burns, but you don’t answer.

You just keep your count, voice low and breathy.

By four, Gojo’s already sweating.

By six, his abs are twitching.

Your army fatigues are bunched up past your chest, tits out and jiggling obscenely with every slam of your hips. The clink of dog tags against your collarbone echoes with each thrust—his and Geto’s both—tangled together like they own you.

They made you wear their dog tags instead of your own.

Gojo bites down on his lip—hard, blood staining his pretty lips. He's trying to keep it together.

He’s close—too close.

Gojo's eyes flick to Geto in silent panic.

Geto sighs, sharp and unsurprised, like he saw this coming before you even got to five.

“If you don’t make it to twelve this time, Satoru, I’m punishing you next.”

Geto drawls, watching lazily from his chair like a disappointed coach. 

Yet the sight still has him palming his own rapidly hardening cock.

Something about Geto using Gojo’s first name to scold him—like the bratty schoolboy he acts like 80% of the time—tickles you, and you giggle.

Just a little.

Gojo doesn’t find it nearly as funny.

His palm cracks against your ass, sharp and sudden, cutting your laughter short as you cry out. The sting blossoms instantly and the sounds of skin on skin echoing off the office walls like a warning shot fills the room as he does it again.

"....Seven"

Tears begin to pour as Gojo gives you a harsh smack each time only causing more to fall and you get even tighter around him—the pain's never stopped you though, you can't stop.

You'd show them you were a fine military recruit—you wouldn't give up.

You hit ten with a cry, but your mouth doesn’t form a number—just a mess of breathy vowels and drool pouring salaciously from your lips.

You know you have to count though or start over so you take a brief pause to push out the word before making your hips rise once more.

“...T-T-Ten—”

“Wrong. Nine.”

Geto corrects you sharply, eyes narrowing.

“You were on nine, Private. Cock already turning you into a dumb pleasure Bunny? Is that all you are recruit? or should I say slut?”

You mean to shake your head no, but you only end up unintentionally bobbing it 'yes' as your head luls with the wave of your hip motions, hopping up and down Gojo's shaft again and again.

Slick flowing out of you all the more as a twisted part of you enjoys being their little plaything.

As far as Geto and Gojo were concerned, you take cock too well—Far more skilled and obedient than anything else you did as an enlisted soldier.

You weren't built for fighting—you were built to be their perfect little fuckdoll.

You lose count.

Twelve. Thirteen... Fourteen?

You don't even know.

Your plump ass slams back down on Gojo, making him jolt beneath you.

He’s not even spanking you anymore—too far gone. His toes curl in his boots as he grips the fat of your hips like rocking you on him faster, slick with sweat like he’s the one who's been putting in the work all this time.

The next time you lift your hips you can't even say a number—your brains gone utterly smooth, blended up by Gojo's fat cock.

"...mrgh..."

Your eyes roll back.

Geto's brow twitches.

“Pathetic—the both of you.”

Geto mutters, already unbuckling his belt.

By the time he walks over, Gojo’s nearly gone.

He’s just moaning now, holding onto the last shreds of sanity.

Snapping you both out of a fucked out haze, Geto fists your ponytail and pulls.

Ow!

You jolt, dazed and ruined, only to find his cock flushed and furious, impatiently pressing against your thick lips.

“Bunny, if you’re not gonna use your mouth to count, you can use it to serve.”

He pushes your face forward, long sinewy hands wrapping around your head to grip the sides of your face.

Your lips part instinctively, taking him in. Geto doesn't ease in, too aroused by watching the two of you fuck yourselves stupid he attempts to thrust into the hilt causing you to gag and push him out.

“Tsk. None of that now. Show some goddamn gratitude, Private.”

Geto sneers, cock too excited to be lodged past your tonsils.

“You’ve got two of the best officers in the division to mentor you. The least you can do is open that throat pussy a lil' wider."

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