you do. lips stretching wide around him, cheeks hollowing as you suck gently. the stretch burns already, but you keep going, tongue flicking at the sensitive spot beneath the crown.

“fuck,” he breathes, hips shifting slightly. “look at you.”

you slide lower, inch by inch, until he nudges the back of your tongue. your eyes water instantly. you panic and start to pull back but his hand cups your jaw. “easy. breathe through your nose, brat.”

you can feel the tension in his thighs, the way he’s holding himself back. he hates this—hates having to be gentle, hates the way his own control is fraying because you’re not like the others. you’re new. untouched by him. and it pisses him off how much he doesn’t want to break you yet.

in his head it’s different. he pictures yanking your hair back hard, forcing every inch down your throat until you choke and sob around him. he’d fuck your face fast and hard, spill down your throat and make you swallow every drop, then flip you over and ruin the rest of you just as he pleases.

but some strange, possessive heat coils in his gut at the thought of anyone else ever touching you like that, marking you, breaking you. he doesn’t get it. you’re just another offering, another body.

yet the idea of bruising you too soon, of seeing real fear in your eyes instead of this wide-eyed effort, makes his chest tighten in a way that infuriates him more than your slow progress.

you force yourself to relax, hollowing your cheeks again, sucking harder. his groan rumbles deep in his chest.

“hand,” he rasps. “use it on the rest. twist when you stroke up.”

you wrap your fingers around the base—barely able to close around his girth—and pump slow, slick, matching the rhythm of your mouth. saliva drips down your chin and his breathing turns ragged. “tongue—fuck—keep it flat when you take me deeper.”

you try. push forward again, gagging softly when he hits the back of your throat. tears spill, hot on your cheeks. he growls low, annoyed—at you, at himself.

“don’t choke. relax. you can take more than that.”

you whimper around him, but you don’t stop. you bob slower, deeper, letting him stretch your throat bit by bit. his hips twitch like he wants to thrust, but he doesn’t. his claws prick lightly against your scalp.

“close,” he grits out. “pull off if you don’t want—”

you don’t. you take him as deep as you can, humming around the thick head lodged in your throat and he comes with a deep groan—hot, thick ropes flooding your mouth, spilling down your throat. you choke, swallow desperately, but it’s too much. the rest leaks past your lips, dripping down your chin, onto your chest.

he pulls out slow and stares down at you. tears have carved clean tracks down your flushed cheeks, mixing with the thick streaks of his cum still dripping from your chin. it clings to your bottom lip, dripping down between your breasts. some catches on your nipples.

he stares for a long moment at the mess, chest heaving, and feels his cock twitch hard against his thigh, already half-heavy again despite just finishing.

trouble. this is trouble.

because he wants to haul you up by the hair right now, bend you over the nearest surface, and sink into your cunt while cum is still dripping down your lips. wants to fuck you raw and relentless, keep you messy and full and his. and the worst part—he wants no one else to ever see you like this. not marked by anyone else. not touched. just his.

“again tomorrow.” he grits his teeth, annoyed at himself. “you’ll take all of it next time.” his fingers linger on your jaw, almost tender.

he hates that most of all.

at first, he figured it was temporary. you were just settling in, maybe a little too quickly, but regardless, it was probably just a phase. hell, he even thought he might catch a break during november. you know, the whole ‘no nut’ thing going around. but nope, you lasted three whole days. three. and on day four, it was like something inside you snapped— because you came back swinging harder than ever.

tuesday night. 12:46 a.m. toji was laying in bed, phone charging, pillow over his head, already exhausted from a long day of work.

and just when he thought he might get some peace, he hears it:

“fuck- fuck, right there, oh my goddd—”

he groaned into the mattress. it wasn’t the porn. it was you. again.

and lately, it had started bleeding into everything. gotten so bad to the point where he swore he could hear you even when you weren’t home. he’d walk past your empty room during the day, fully locked up, and still think he could hear those breathy little whines echoing faintly from inside. your voice was imprinted on his fucking brain. sometimes when he closed his eyes, he swore he could hear the faint buzz of your vibrator like phantom noise.

you were haunting him.

then, the next morning?

like nothing ever happened.

you’d walk into the kitchen wearing your stupid little slippers and oversized tee like a good girl, yawning as if you weren’t the reason he was up all night, cock hard and jaw clenched. you didn’t even look at him with shame or guilt, not even an ounce of embarrassment.

like you didn’t just finger yourself to a compilation of tentacle hentai for two and a half hours straight.

toji had finally had enough.

+

you didn’t hear him come in.

not at first. you were too far gone— back arched, slick fingers stuffed inside you as another video played, screen propped up on your pillows. your thighs were shaking. your eyes were glossy. you hadn’t even cum yet, but you’d been edging yourself for almost an hour, pussy so wet the sheets were damp beneath your ass.

then the door creaked open.

you sat up halfway, blinking, chest heaving, “toji—?”

he didn’t say anything.

just stepped inside, shirtless and pissed off, dark hair messy like he’d just rolled out of bed, eyes low with something you couldn’t quite place.

“what the hell—”

“you don’t know how to be quiet, do you?”

you flinched.

he shut the door behind him, locked it.

“every night. moaning. whining. crying into your fucking pillow—” his voice dropped as he stepped closer, towering over you now, gaze sliding down to where your fingers were still between your thighs, glistening with your arousal.

you yanked your hand back. “i-i didn’t think you—”

“didn’t think i could hear you?” he scoffed. “sweetheart, the whole building can hear you.”

your breath hitched.

you should’ve been embarrassed. maybe even scrambled to cover up. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. your heart was pounding, your pussy was throbbing, and your body was still soaked from the half dozen orgasms you hadn’t let yourself have yet.

“you know what your problem is?” he asked, eyes narrowing as he crouched in front of the bed, one knee pressed to the mattress. “you don’t know how to ask for help.”

you stared, wide-eyed, caught somewhere between panic and desire. he reached forward, grabbed your vibrator— warm, wet, softly humming, and tossed it to the floor.

“gonna shut you up for real.”

before you even got the chance to speak, he’s already dropping down between your legs, his huge palms spreading them apart, pulling your hips closer to the edge of the bed. his mouth was on your pussy right away. no teasing, no warm-up. he licks straight through your folds, wide and heavy, collecting all the slick you had worked up for the past hour.

“you don’t know when to stop,” he muttered, breath hot against your core. “so i’ll do it for you.”

his hands clamp down on your thighs, nails pressing crescents into your skin. his tongue works you open, licking everything, sucking on your clit before dipping down again. your whole lower half was a disaster. sticky and overheated, juices leaking down your crack while his spit slides over it, pooling between your thighs. he groaned into you, the sound rough and low, and the second he heard you whimper, he slid two fingers inside you without saying a word.

you gasped— tight around him already, walls fluttering from the stretch. he curls them instantly, fucking them in slow, deep strokes as his mouth seals around your clit and sucks hard.

“f-fuck, toji—” your voice broke a little when you said his name.

he doesn’t let up.

his fingers pumped into you steady, knuckles deep, thumb rubbing circles into your clit when his mouth pulls away just for a moment. he’s watching you now, watching the way you react— how you clench everytime he curls his fingers just right.

“you make this much of a mess by yourself, baby? fuckin’ dripping—” he muttered, voice thick, a string of spit still clinging from his lips to your cunt.

then he lets another glob fall, watching it land right on your clit before pushing it in with his fingers, leaning down again to lick around them, fucking you open with his hand.

you screamed.

your legs kicked, heels digging into the bed, hands flying to his hair— pulling, gripping, trying to stop him because it was too much.

he just moaned.

“t-too much, wait, wait, i—!”

you cum hard. your legs shaking, pussy squeezing around his fingers as your orgasm hits full force. you cry out as your vision went white and your brain flatlined. but he didn’t stop. he fucks you through it, tongue lapping up your cum, dragging it back into you with this obscene, slurping groan, like he couldn’t get enough.

when he finally pulls away, his fingers slid out soaked and glistening, he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean, savoring every drop.

“get on all fours.”

you blinked, barely able to breathe.

“now.”

you scrambled up before you could think, limbs unsteady, body still twitching from the comedown. your chest rose sharp and shallow as you flipped over onto your hands and knees. hands trembling where they pressed into the sheets, ass high up in the air like you were presenting it for him— because you were.

you heard him behind you. the soft rustle of fabric, the harsh clink of his belt being unbuckled. his pants hit the floor with a heavy thud, and then, a wet slap.

his fist, pumping along his cock. slow, heavy strokes. breathing deeper now.

you didn’t even have to look back to know he was staring. you could feel it. the heat of his gaze crawling down your spine, burning low in your stomach. your walls clenched on nothing in anticipation, hole fluttering around the emptiness, desperate to be filled.

and then you felt it.

his tip— thick, hot, flushed— pressing between your folds, dragging slow through the mess he’d made earlier. he rubbed it up and down, coating himself in your slick, teasing your entrance while your hips jolted everytime he passed over your clit.

“this what you wanted, baby?” he murmured, breath warm against your back. “been fucking yourself for weeks just to stay empty, begging for something real.”

you nodded frantically, biting your lip so hard it almost bled.

and then he slammed into you.

you screamed into the pillow, whole body jerking forward from the force of it. he didn’t give you a second to adjust— just bottomed out, buried to the hilt, his pelvis flush against your ass.

“so loud,” he growled, fucking into you with bruising force, the sound of skin slapping against skin already bouncing off the walls. “so fuckin’ noisy all the time. whining, moaning, always actin’ like a dumb little slut in heat—”

you were gushing. literally.

your pussy took him deep with every thrust, swallowing him whole, over and over, no resistance. the flood between your thighs was nonstop. wet, loud, splattering out around the base of his cock with every movement. your thighs were already soaked. his were worse.

“you like this shit, don’t you?” he groaned, grabbing your hips harder. “like being used, fucked stupid, so wet for me i can barely stay inside, fuck, baby, you’re making a mess.”

you sobbed into the sheets, mouth open, jaw slack, eyes rolling. you didn’t care.

you were writhing, whining, gooning on his cock like you’d never touched yourself a day in your life, already close to cumming again because he was hitting so deep, grinding against that spot that made your legs go numb.

“p-please- need it, need more—”

“more?” he scoffed, laughing under his breath. “can’t even hold yourself up and you’re still beggin’? greedy lil thing.”

his palm lands a harsh strike to your ass, then grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back until your spine arched. he fucked into you harder, every thrust faster than the last, hips snapping against yours with a punishing pace.

“then take it.”

you came again.

a sharp, overwhelming release forced out of you, squirting all over his cock with a squelch so loud it made him groan, eyes locked on the mess coating his length. the spray hit his thighs, ran down his balls, made everything slippery. his hips stuttered for just a second, slick pouring out of you in waves as your pussy clenched around him, still trying to milk him for more.

“jesus- fuck- keep doing that and i’m gonna ruin you.”

you couldn’t even speak. couldn’t form words. your mouth was open but empty, tongue hanging out, drool leaking onto the sheets below you. all you could do was take it— whimpering while he used you like a toy, grunting with every heavy thrust, cock battering your walls over and over.

he leaned over you then, chest colliding your back, one hand still in your hair, the other gripping your hip so tight it hurt. his mouth ghosted over your ear.

“should’ve done this weeks ago,” he whispered. “then maybe you wouldn’t be such a brat.”

+

you passed out after round three.

he fucked you until your legs fully gave out. until your eyes rolled back. until your muscles seized, overstimmed, crying into the sheets and begging him to slow down.

he never once did.

he stayed buried inside you for a full minute after, cock twitching, both of you panting, drenched in sweat and cum and everything else.

you fell asleep on his chest.

and for once— for once— your room was quiet that night.

…though not for long.

because in the morning, he woke up to you already rutting against his thigh.

“toji,” you whispered sweetly, shameless as ever. “wanna go again?”

he dragged a hand down his face, still hard.

“fuck. yeah.”

he snaps his hips harder, the obscene wet smack of skin on skin echoing in the cramped frat house bedroom, the air thick with the musky scent of sex, sweat, and the faint bitterness of cheap beer clinging to sukuna’s breath. his hands grip the back of your thighs so hard you know you’ll bruise, his calloused fingers digging into your soft flesh as he angles himself even deeper, hitting that spongy spot that makes your brain go fuzzy. you’re sobbing now, tears streaming freely as the overstimulation wracks your body, every thrust pushing you closer to that edge you’re both chasing. satoru’s hands shake where they hold your calves, his glasses slipping down his nose as he watches, wide-eyed, lips parted like he’s witnessing something divine.

“shit, baby,” he murmurs, voice barely audible, thick with awe and something else—something desperate. “you’re takin’ him so well—look at you, fuck.” there’s a hitch in his tone, like he’s torn between pride and being painfully turned on, his hard-on pressing insistently against your lower back through his sweats, hot and throbbing.

sukuna’s grin is sharp and feral as he glances up at satoru, his best friend since they were kids—though you still don’t get how that works. sukuna was a bully back then, satoru's bully specifically, always picking on the lanky, pale kid with the weird blue eyes and the too-bright smile. you’ve heard the stories from your boyfriend late at night, curled up in his dorm bed, his head on your chest as he laughed about it—how sukuna used to shove him into lockers, steal his lunch, call him names until one day, something shifted. maybe it was his relentless optimism, the way he never fought back but never broke either, always coming back with a grin and a dumb joke. or maybe it was the day satoru caught sukuna crying behind the school, about his twin brother dying, and instead of telling the entire school that sukuna's a pussy, satoru sat there, quiet, offering him half a candy bar.

whatever the hell it was, they’ve been inseparable since, a weird bond that makes no sense to anyone else but works for them.

now, sukuna’s the frat president, the campus’s resident bad boy with tattoos crawling up his arms and a reputation for fucking anything that moves, while satoru's the nerdy astrophysics major who still wears digimon tees and spends too much time on reddit. and yet, here they are, sharing you in this sweaty, dimly lit room like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“been holdin' out on me, man,” sukuna pants, voice rough as he smirks at satoru. “your girl’s a fuckin’ champ. takin' every inch— shiiiit. pussy’s grippin’ me like a vice—fuckin’ perfect.”

he slows his thrusts just enough to make you feel every rung of his piercing, the cold metal dragging agonizingly slow against your fluttering walls. you cry out, head lolling back against satoru's shoulder, your nails leaving crescent marks in his skin.

“s’too much,” you whimper, voice slurred, body jerking with every brutal thrust. “suk—sukuna, sa—satoru, i—i can’t—”

but he cuts you off with a deep growl, one hand sliding up to grip your jaw, forcing your teary eyes to meet his crimson ones. he licks away fallen tears and keeps his his gaze locked on you. “none of that shit, baby. you can. you’re gonna fuckin’ squirt for me, aren't you? gonna make a mess all over me and your nerdy little boyfriend.”

his words are filthy, dripping with a dark hunger that makes your toes curl. you feel satoru's breath catch behind you, his grip tightening on your legs like he’s anchoring himself to the moment.

“she’s close, sukuna,” satoru says, voice hoarse, almost breaking as he watches your face contort with pleasure and pain. “i can feel her shaking—fuck, you're so beautiful like this, pretty girl.”

he’s not wrong. you’re a wreck, body glistening with sweat, tears staining your cheeks, lips swollen and red from biting them so hard. your hair’s a mess, sticking to your damp skin, your chest heaves with every ragged breath. sukuna’s eyes flicker between you and satoru, something dark and possessive in his gaze, like he’s getting off on both of you—on the way you’re falling apart and the way satoru’s watching, helpless and horny.

“yeah, she is,” sukuna grunts, slamming into you harder, faster, the bed creaking so loud you’re sure it’ll break. “c’mon, baby, give it to me. show your pretty boy how fuckin’ sloppy you can get.”

the pressure in your core builds impossibly tight, a hot, pulsing knot that makes your thighs quiver and your breath hitch. satoru’s whispering in your ear now, soft and desperate, his voice a stark contrast to sukuna’s roughness. “you can do it, baby, i know you can. just let go—wanna see you fall apart for him. please? for me?”

it’s too much—sukuna’s relentless pace, the way his piercing catches just right, satoru’s sweet voice in your ear, his hands holding you open like an offering. the coil in your core snaps, and you scream, body convulsing as you squirt, a gush of wet heat soaking sukuna’s cock, his abs, the sheets, everything. your vision goes hazy, tears streaming freely as your body spasms, completely overwhelmed, every nerve ending on fire. sukuna groans like he’s won a fucking war, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chases his own release.

“fuck yeah, that’s it, sweetheart—fuckin’ drench me,” he growls, burying himself deep, his cock pulsing as he spills inside you, hot and thick, filling you until you feel it leaking out around him. he grinds into you, riding out his orgasm with a string of curses, his grip on your hips bruising.

satoru’s practically whimpering behind you, his grip on your legs faltering as he watches sukuna empty himself inside you. “holy shit,” he breathes, voice cracking with reverence, his glasses fogging up from how hard he’s breathing. “holy shit, baby, you did so good.”

sukuna pulls out slowly, his cock still twitching, cum dripping from your overstuffed pussy and pooling on the sheets. he smirks at satoru, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “goddamn satoru. lucky guy, your girl's a fuckin' fountain. you learn somethin' yet?”

satoru nods, eyes glued to the creamy, glistening mess between your thighs. “y-yeah...think i got the gist.”

he snorts and leans down, kissing your tear-streaked cheek with a gentleness that feels almost wrong coming from him, before looking back at satoru with a glint in his eye. “you wanna clean her up or should i?”

satoru doesn’t hesitate, sliding out from behind you to kneel between your trembling legs, his tongue darting out to taste the mess you and sukuna made. you moan softly, too fucked out to do anything but let him, your body twitching at the soft, wet drag of his tongue against your oversensitive folds. sukuna chuckles, leaning back on the bed, one arm propped behind his head as he watches satoru lap at your dripping pussy like a man starved.

“good boy,” he mutters and you’re not sure if you heard that right, but it doesn’t matter. you’re slipping into a hazy, blissful afterglow, caught between the two men who’ve just ruined you in the best way.

but it doesn’t stop there. sukuna’s not done, not by a long shot. he shifts, sitting up, his eyes locking onto satoru’s as he licks his lips, still glistening with your release.

“oi, dork,” he says, voice low and teasing, a dangerous edge to it. “you’re doin’ a real good job down there, but you’re missin’ somethin’.”

satoru pauses, looking up, his face flushed red, glasses askew, a string of your slick still connecting his lips to your skin.

“what?” he asks, voice rough like he’s barely holding it together.

sukuna grins, leaning forward, his hand reaching out to grip satoru’s chin, tilting his face up. “you’re not tastin’ me yet, idiot.”

your breath catches, a new wave of heat flooding through you as you realize what sukuna’s implying. satoru’s eyes widen, but there’s no protest, just a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe, or something deeper—as he lets sukuna guide him closer.

“c’mon, don't get all shy in front of your girl now,” sukuna murmurs, his thumb brushing over satoru’s bottom lip, smearing your slick and his own cum across it. “you wanted to learn some shit, right? gotta get the full experience.”

satoru swallows hard, his throat bobbing, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, he leans in, tentative at first, his tongue flicking out to lick at the mess on sukuna’s cock, still half-hard and glistening with both of your releases. sukuna groans, low and guttural, his hand sliding into satoru’s white hair, tugging him closer.

“fuck, yeah. that’s it,” he mutters, hips twitching slightly as satoru’s tongue moves, cautious but eager, lapping at the mixture of you and sukuna like it’s a fucking delicacy. you can’t look away, your body still trembling from your own release, but the sight of satoru—your sweet, nerdy boyfriend—going down on sukuna’s cock has you clenching around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your core.

he glances up at you, his blue eyes hazy behind his foggy glasses, and there’s a spark of pride there, like he’s pleased with himself for pushing his limits.

sukuna chuckles, his grip tightening in satoru’s hair. “quick learner.” he teases, there’s a hint of fondness in his tone, buried under the roughness that makes you wonder again about their history—how two people so different could be so fucking close. but you don’t have time to dwell on it, because sukuna’s pulling satoru off his cock with a wet pop, dragging him up to kiss him, hard and messy. you watch, wide-eyed, as their tongues tangle, sukuna’s hand gripping the back of satoru’s neck like he owns him. satoru’s moaning into it, his hands clutching at sukuna’s shoulders.

when they break apart, sukuna’s grinning, his eyes flicking to you. “your boy’s got potential, sweetheart,” he says, voice dripping with amusement. “but don't think i'm done with you yet, baby.”

and before you can process it, he’s grabbing you, pulling you onto his lap, your oversensitive pussy brushing against his still-hard cock. you gasp, hands flying to his broad shoulders, but he just laughs, low and rough, as he positions you over him.

“gonna fuck you over and over,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “fill you up some more. make that pretty cunt squirt all over me again. and satoru's gonna show you what he's learned, isn't that right?”

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The man just couldn't help himself.

Which is exactly why you stop for a second and look up at him, trying to see if you really heard what the hell you just heard. Scoffing, "What?"

His adam's apple is bobbing in his throat and you could see how tense his jaw was from the pain, eyes hazy and glaring down on yours. You weren't gonna say anything else until you just so happen to drag your gaze downwards and-

Oh.

That plump outline of his hard cock was not hidden well under his big hand. He couldn’t hide that thing no matter how hard he tried. Well, that and the way he was literally palming his shaft to provide himself some sort of relief like you weren’t sitting a few centimeters away.

As if this was supposed to be normal, he merely cocks his chin at you and where you’ve got your tool pointing, grunting, "Right there, press-,” The tattoo-gun sinks into his skin before he gets to finish and you watch his cheeks flush with red and his lashes flutter in pleasure, “Fuck, harder..."

Now, this is not how you normally handle these kinds of situations but then again, not many of your clients sit here and talk you through the tattooing process all sexually like he was currently. So, you press the needle into him with a little more pressure, not enough to cause significant damage or anything but, y’know, just to satisfy the guy a little. "Like that?" You chuckle, finding this whole thing funny above anything else.

Sukuna’s eyes widen before rolling back, hips bucking up into his palm as he throws his head back again and groans out, "I'm gonna cum.."

Caught off guard by the fact that he’s being so deadass right now, you blink. "Sukuna, what?" He angles his head to look down at you again and his mind blanks.

You’ve pulled your tool away from his leg and you’re fully facing him now, sitting one head-pull away from his aching cock and… looking down at it. Jaw slacking and hand tensing around his bulging erection, "S-Shiiit..." He nearly whines, trying to squeeze his dick a bit tighter to stop himself from cumming. There’s no way he was about to blow his load just from one measly look from you-

"Are you serious right now?" You scoff, annoyance coating your tone in a way that has his cockhead drooling even more.

Sukuna chuckles, "Uhuh, keep lookin at me like that,” He says boldly before fully stroking his length through the slicked of his shorts, “M’almost there..."

"Gross.." You say harmlessly before you place your gun down and then push up on your knees. His brows furrow as he watched the way you force his hand out of the way to replace with your own, gorgeous fingers wrapping around the bobbing outline of his cock.

He sits straight up and moans way too loudly for his own liking. "Fuck, wait-, I’m—“

He doesn’t even get to finish before you feel him twitching profusely underneath your palm, having hardly been touched. You giggle and then lift your hand to watch the wet spot on his shorts spread—indicating that he just came from a single touch.

To which you snicker, “Yikesss, that’s embarrassing. Only took one touch to get you there?”

Sweating slightly and gulping down a thick swallow of nerves, “What are you talking about?” He asks with this blank stare like he didn’t just blow his load against your palm and wasn’t currently panting from his recent orgasm.

You cock a brow and then cross your arms, “Did you not just cum in my hand?”

Sukuna looks left, then right, then back at you before lifting his shoulders to shrug, “…No?”

“Then—“

He suddenly nods down at you and then hums, “Look down ‘n pay attention, brat. M’still hard.”

You follow his little order and look down to see that his dick is definitely still curving up all needily against his clothing. Face twisting up with confusion—as if that was supposed to prove his point or something, “That doesn’t mean you didn’t just cum from one touch like some loser.” You argue.

“Well, if you have such a problem with it, put that mouth on my cock next time so I don’t make the same mistake.” He suggests way too casually for your liking.

“Y’know what, fine,” You accept, hands moving to peel those shorts of his down in an unprofessional manner—though, that line had been crossed a while ago. His cock comes springing free with a meaty thud against his lower abdomen, completely smothered in his release, and earning a widening of your eyes. Then you take his shaft into your hand, thumb flicking under one of his throbbing veins as you whisper, “And if you last longer than five minutes, I’ll give you a discount for the tatt’.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, hand quickly and naturally moving to weave through your hair and urge you on, “That’s all I get? A little discount?”

You smile knowingly and your lips decorate his blushing tip of creamy cum with soft taps, “You’re cute but,” Your tongue swipes out to taste the mess coating your lips now, “If you want anything free, you gotta make me cum too.”

As if you’d just uttered some kinda magical words, Sukuna’s thighs spread impossibly wider as he slumps further back and rolls his hips upward, “Yeah? Well, get up here and use this cock until you're a mess too if that’s the case."

Gulp.