Demon

In the third year, you forgot to submit a "visual application" and they denied you once again. By this time you were starting to think the program was a scam and that there were just some creepy men behind the whole thing—tricking monster-fucking women into submitting intimate details about themself just for the hell of it.

It's not until this year that you realize this program was very much not a scam at all.

Your final attempt at getting into it was a success, resulting in that previously mentioned email that your eyes happily skimmed over. That, and you also had two other good friends who apparently had gotten accepted into it years ago, only deciding to spill the details of their experience now that you've been accepted.

"I had a great time when I went. Whatever you're thinking it is, I hope you know it's ten times better!" Yuki claimed. Apparently, she slept with some hybrid-wolf guy?

"No because I was actually upset they didn't send that one guy to me, y'know the one on the posters with the tentacles?" Your dearest Utahime had ranted. She got stuck with some dude with more eyes than arms—six to be exact—and evidently that turned her off from the whole experience.

Not that she didn’t go back a few times afterwards, though…

"Well, at least your monster had a face. I got a tentacle man but fuck, he was kinda boring since I was looking at a blank face the whole time." Your last acquaintance hummed in response to the previous statement.

There was a lot of information to take in and yet you were bright-eyed ‘n beaming with excitement upon listening to every little detail. This program asked its recruits for so much prior to acceptance due to the various things that could go oh-so-wrong.

After all, you were required to sign a waiver that said something about being okay with these tests possibly resulting in the loss of your own life. It was scary, sure. But you weren’t exactly thinking with your head whenever S.W.A.M. was involved.

Why would you be? One look at some hot, long-haired vampire who seemed to be the face of the program along with some other dark-haired brute with a freakishly long tongue, and your cunt was leading every decision of yours.

Not to mention the fact that this program housed all sorts of different types of monsters. Many were science experiments gone wrong and some were from entirely different worlds. And now that you were accepted into it, you'd finally be able to meet and sleep with one of them!

What could possibly go wrong?

——

"...Most have said it best if you follow their lead," Dr. Nanami Kento was in the middle of droning about while he led you to your designated "room of pleasure" or whatever he called it. "Some of our specimens here can be a bit... much to deal with, and if you'd like to walk out with the best experience possible, it is always advised that you let them do their thing and simply be compliant."

The two of you had been walking some lengthy hallway for what felt like hours now. Nanami was the first person to greet you upon your entry to the facility—which very much rivaled a prison on the outside, but looked to be a mix of a hospital and a hotel within its interior—and while you swear he's been walking you in circles, he's also explained to you a long list of rules that you'll need to keep in mind before you're to meet your monster.

All experiences in S.W.A.M. are unique and different. Even if two different people have slept with or been bred by the same monster, they both leave the program with two entirely dissimilar stories. 

Along the walk to your designated room, you passed by many others that gave you glimpses of how many differing species occupied this place. There were definitely a lot that looked nowhere near human, but there were also a considerable amount that seemed to be completely human.

Which Nanami clarified for you that they were certainly not.

At some point, the two of you had reached an elevator and after swiftly stepping onto it, Nanami calmly pressed the button for the twelfth floor. During this, you took notice of how some floors had names attached to them. The sixth floor was for hybrids, the eleventh floor was for the undead, and somewhere around the fifteenth floor included spirits and fae.

You naturally found all of this to be most fascinating, but in doing so, you missed the name of the floor the two of you were heading towards.

By the time the elevator creaked its way there, Nanami had let you step out first and then proceeded to remain in place with a stoic smile stitched across his face.

You swirled around with wide eyes, "Uh-, Dr. Nanami? Are you not coming with m—"

"Good luck," was the only, and last thing the man said to you before rapidly mashing at the lobby-level button to his right.

Then the doors shut in your face.

You stared at your slanted, shimmery reflection for a long moment before sighing and turning back around to the short hallway. There were three doors; one on the left that said Simurian, another on the right that read King of Curses, and the last one set in the middle which held your name on it.

You think your eyes stretched open impossibly wider upon seeing it.

Did all people get their own room like this? What the heck is a Simurian and just who the hell is the King of Curses? Why did Dr. Nanami leave you like that?? And what did he mean by good luck???

You were only here for sexualized testing, right?

Pushing all these questions of yours aside, you paced forward slowly. 

With every step you took, you couldn't help but notice how the door to your left seemed to be nearly ten feet tall. Over on your right, that door looked to be a few inches shorter but much wider.

Who or whatever occupied either room must have been freakishly huge. The thought of which makes you shudder before you finally slip into the human-sized door set for you.

Inside the room, you were met with a massive area. Everything looked as though it were twice your size—the bed, a table you end up walking past, a... a cuck chair(?), and a bunch of other stuff you didn't quite familiarize yourself with.

What caught your attention the quickest—aside from the large chair near the bed—was a file that was laid out on the only normally sized piece of furniture in the room, a dresser.

Curiously, you swiped up said file and were quick to open it. One of the papers inside fluttered out and elsewhere as soon as you did so, but you didn't pay it any mind since the first page inside captured all of your attention rather quickly.

It was a profile for someone named Dabura Karaba.

A picture of the man-, or, alien—as you come to know within the next few seconds of reading—sits up near the top left corner of the page.

There's a shit ton of information about him plastered all throughout the rest of the paper, going on to extend towards the back of it, and even a few more pages afterwards. But you skim over the majority of that just to read the details listed about his genitals.

Gross Morphology: The phallus is retractile, measuring at approximately 7-9 cm in total length (base to tip), with a circumference of 6.5 cm at mid-shaft—when flaccid. The organ falls under the spectrum of beige in color [HEX: #c2b6a1 for reference — intermittently a hue lighter or darker dependent on lighting], with twisting veins that pulse at roughly 20 bpm—presumably reflecting circulatory activity. The hemisphere of the glans measure at about 5.7 cm in width, and secretes a viscous, petroleum-like lubricant (pH 7.5-8.0). The membrane is. . .

You think your mouth is watering by the time your eyes return to their skimming, one too many scientific words printed out across the paper for your concern.

That is, until the word erectile seems to stand out in its bold letters before you.

Erectile Dynamics: Upon arousal (typically triggered by pheromonal, faint tactile, or visual stimuli) the glans reaches hues up to HEX: #7f737c — mimicking that of a flushed state. The phallus has then been measured to broaden rapidly, extending the full, non-curved, erect length of—

Unfortunately for your curiosity, your reading is cut quite short when the loud sound of something thumping against the wall causes you to flinch and redirect your eyes elsewhere. Though, you’re pretty sure you saw double digits following those last few words you read.

When you turn, you're met with the same being you've been reading about, who's currently busy with silently cursing your tiny doorframe for hitting the left tip of one of his horns. The alien is hunched over when your eyes make contact with him, but that changes within the next coming seconds as he steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind him—clearly unaware of your gaze being on him.

The moment his eyes—all three of them—glide your way, you flinch like an idiot and let that document drop out of your hands as if you weren't supposed to be touching it in the first place.

Dabura is a brooding-looking creature, to say the least. He's got a great deal of staggering feet to his height, easily exceeding some inches over seven feet tall. You believe you feel a short shot of pain in your neck just from the angle of which it takes to peer up at his face.

Despite being an alien, he carries a humanoid frame and possess quite the lean, but well defined, musculature. The three eyes he had slipping along your build all carry irises with an redish-orange color in them. There's a pair of long, curved horns—that you'd love to hold onto later—which extend upwards 'n outwards from the side of his head.

You're gulping down a thick sum of nerves as your gaze travels to the expanse of his body in sync with the way he was doing to you. There's a plethora of dark markings plastered all along his neck, arms, and shoulders, which form these uneven, asymmetrical patterns out across his smooth skin. That, and there's even another marking encircling that third eye of his.

Which you note hasn't moved from your face from the moment he noticed you despite his other pair having carried right along...

Your ogling comes to an end just as you're admiring his elongated earlobes from where you are, catching how they run down to his abdomen and are adorned with more piercings than you can count.

"I presume you're the human I am to mate with?" His voice sends a cold chill straight down your spine. Not because it was scary or anything, but simply due to the fact that no human could ever possess such a soothingly deep baritone to their words in the way he does.

You gulp loudly enough for him to hear and the sound makes his head tip over just an inch as if curiosity has struck him. "Y-Yes," The first stutter out of your mouth already makes you want to find the nearest window and ju-, "That would be me, yes. Which means you must be..." You halfway saved yourself of embarrassment until you realized you'd dropped that file with all his information and somehow managed to forget his name already.

Shit, this whole thing is going poorly already and neither of you have even taken your clothes off!

Scrambling to the papers that fell earlier, you hurry to swipe some of them up in search for a name and don't even notice the way he stalks over to assist you until a large hand comes into view just above yours. Then you lift your chin up and the alien is crouched right in front of you while looking down.

Up close, you realize just how intimidating he really is. It was bad before when he was a few steps away from you but now that he's up close, you think you can feel your heart beat pounding against your ears as if to give you an audio representation of your climbing anxiety.

You'd spent four years trying to get into this program and now you finally had a monster (technically alien) in front of you but the only thing you could feel was fear instead of excitement. What a bummer—

"Dabura," The alien murmurs in a contrastingly gentle tone, bass consuming all bits of space in between the two of you and weirdly settling down that anxiousness of yours to replace it with something much warmer. Then all his eyes flick up to meet with yours again and his demeanor is strictly calming as he hums, "There's no need for papers to tell you my name when I am right in front of you."

You blink, letting the word, "Right," tumble out of your mouth all softly. Snapping out of your flustered stupor, you look upwards and notice the faintest scuff on his left horn—which reminds you of the noise you heard when he first came in. Then you redirect your hand to reach up towards it, "Did you hit your horn on the way in?"

"I did,” Dabura cuts off your traveling hand by grabbing onto your wrist and holding it a few inches away from their destination.

"Are they sensitive to touch?" You ask harmlessly, batting your lashes at the creature.

His expression falls impossibly duller, eyelids lowering as an unamused frown takes over his lips, "Every human asks me this, no."

You immediately raise a brow as if unconvinced, "If that's true then,” He sees the way your fingers wiggle before you go to move your other hand, “May I-"

His free hand shoots over to grasp at your other one as his eyes widen slightly. Grumbling, "No." with more firmness to it in hopes you’ll stop with your attempts at feeling on his horns.

Then you pop a pout, "You're no funnnn.”

The alien stares at you for a long moment, taking you all in just as you’d done earlier. You’re far prettier than any other human he’d been sent so far, and he feels his heart doing something weird each time you make a surprising advance to touch him.

But even so, he’s not about to let you get into something you clearly don’t quite understand yet. "Unless you should like to begin mating now," Dabura explains lowly, steadily moving your hands down and towards your lap, "No, you cannot touch them."

A smug smile breaks out onto your face and it makes his brows twitch. He watches as you quickly break out of that momentarily timid shell, "Oh, so they are sensitive!" you exclaim.

"They are not, they just-,” He cuts himself off and shuts his eyes, moving to pinch the bridge of his nose as he exhales strongly, “Human."

Your eyes roll, "I have a name too, y’know-"

"Do you wish to be bred against every available surface in this room?" Dabura interrupts, hoping to catch you off guard just as his initial appearance did.

Unfortunately for him, he’s in the presence of the world’s most eager human.

"Do you want my honest answer to that?" You ask with an unfairly cute grin on your face.

"I-,” He chokes whilst returning his eyes to you, “Pardon?" You act like you didn’t say anything unordinary and blink innocently. In which he’s left to let his shoulders slump a bit and begrudgingly say, "I am curious, yes. Answer me honestly."

That’s when you place your hands on the floor and lean closer to him rather cat-like, causing him to lean back out of shock and nearly fall completely on his ass despite being almost twice your size. "I would love if you fucked me against every surface,” You tell him with this little sparkle noticeable in your eyes.

In the time Dabura has been apart of the program, he can’t say he’s ever encountered a human quite as… enthusiastic as you. Plus, your sentence came out far more vulgar than his had—something he takes note of.

Which is exactly why his next words leaves him slowly, tone etched with concern, "...You appeared frightened by me just mere minutes ago."

"Yes,” You agree before looking down at the way he’s managed to lean back enough to nearly be positioned under you, “And now I'm aroused—in some places this is could even be called scarousal."

Dabura feels like you’re more of the foreign creature in the room as opposed to himself by this point. Letting his brows scrunch up, "I don't believe that's a word-"

"You're an alien, you only know so much,” You hush out in this purring tone that catches him off guard. Then you lift one of your hands and move to tap your index against one of his many, many abs.

His breath hitches and his lips twitch—threatening to smile from the experience of being teased by you.

Dabura’s got two eyes focused on the soft taps of your finger and the remaining one fixated on your face as he utters, "I like you, human."

"Thank you, alien.” You reply, sliding your finger over and tracing a few of his abs just to smile at the way he flinches under your touch. God, for a creature much larger than you and all intimidating, he sure was sensitive to the smallest of things. “I think I like you t-"

"May I taste you?" Dabura requests, throwing your entire focus off the rails.

"What?" You choke as an immediate throb feels out for your attention from in between your legs. Then you remember that he’s still a different species, and find yourself instinctively pulling away cautiously, "You mean like, sexually, right…?”

He snorts and your heart skips a beat at the realization he finds you most amusing when you’re confused. "Unless you have a preference for being devoured in a literal sense,” Dabura reaches for your wrist once more and pulls you closer, letting your palm meet his abdomen as he husks out a careful, “Yes."

"O-Oh. I mean, if that’s the case then of course." You agree with that same twinkle from earlier returning into your irises. Though, Dabura doesn’t miss the way your expressions vocalize your thoughts before your mouth does, "Wait, Dr. Nanami mentioned something about this testing being primarily for breeding.” You recall, moving away from the alien to stand up. “Eating me out will won’t really have anything to do with-"

"It will help." He insists as he too shifts around to bring himself up onto his feet. Then he gives you this look that has your thighs drawing nearer to one another, "And I'm sure that doctor of yours also mentioned how you are to listen to me."

You can’t exactly refute that, "Well-, wait, how do you know that?!"

Rolling his eyes only once as if he’d grown tired of this useless back and forth, Dabura presses forward and tutts, "You worry yourself with the wrong things."

After which, and before you have a moment to debate with him even further, he’s bent down to swoop you up ‘n over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing! One arm is tightly set around your thighs and the other comes over to place a hand against the curve of your ass to support you.

You feel all warm again as you realize how high up in the air he has you, considering how tall the alien stands. 

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean-,” You’re cut off within the next few seconds by your body flopping down onto the bed carelessly, a soft oof lofting out of your mouth instead. You then shoot your inquisitive gaze upwards again and open your mouth to question him further, but find yourself rather speechless from the angle of which he now stands.

It was one thing to see him from afar, another to see him practically beneath you, but above you? Fuck, you couldn’t even help the way your thighs clamped shut—arousal daring to damp itself at your core.

Dabura is looking down at you for a quiet moment before drawing a hand up to his chin in thought and muttering, “Perhaps I should have tossed you the other way…” 

You know you’re supposed to be following his lead but it’s a bit difficult to do that when all he’s said is that he wanted to taste you, “Huh? What are you-“

“Flip over,” He orders flatly, barely adding on, “Please,” after noticing the way you’d begun to glare at him. 

You’re slow to do exactly that, and feel awkward in your every move—being watched so closely by some alien you’ve hardly gotten to know wasn’t exactly what you were expecting from this whole thing. You don’t know why, but you thought this process would be a lot more-

“I’m going to undress you now,” Dabura warns, his hands having met with the fabric at your hips.

You freeze before regaining your thoughts and then glancing back at him from over your shoulder, “I really don’t think this part is necessary for the-“

He interrupts you with an unintentionally rude sigh—as if your extra communication is the problem here and not his lack thereof—and moves his hand to the center of your back before applying pressure. The weight from his palm forces your upper half down against the mattress. Your face smushes right into the sheets and you let out a frustrated grumble in response to his curtness. 

Then you could almost hear the smile in his words as he asks, “Is this the best you can arch?”

“Excuse me?” Your voice is muffled but he could make out what you were saying quite clearly.

Grinning to himself, “Your arch,” He repeats, biting back a snort, “Is this as good as it gets?”

You couldn’t tell if he was taunting you like this on purpose just to get a rise out of you or if he was being sincere but either way it was starting to annoy you. So much so that you lift your head a little and scoff, “How about I arch my foot into your a-ah! Hey,” Unfortunately, your words whisk out into a breathy sound rivaling a moan.

Dabura had deduced that right then, in the middle of your complaints, it’d be best to swipe his thumb against your crotch—bringing friction to your cunt through the few layers of fabric.

“For a human so intuitive, and uncooperative, you are quite wet.” He points out—making you furrow your brows as you wonder how the hell he figured that out from only one little touch. It’s not like you were leaking through your-, “What caused this, I wonder.”

With a bratty frown on your face, you pull your hips away from him slightly—not to reject his touches but simply to torture his desire to do so, “Not you, asshole.”

“Mmh.” Dabura is fully amused now. He’d never encountered a human quite like you. “Seems I forgot to add liar into that list,” He says playfully.

You gasp, “Excuse me-“

Your pants getting tugged down swiftly enough to cut your words off again, cool air slapping against your naked skin rather quickly.

“My, my…” Dabura gawks lightly. “You know, I’ve never tasted human pussy before.”

“Eh?” Your head pops up from the sheets and you look back over your shoulder, “You mean you’ve never given oral before?”

Almost sheepishly and in a stiffened manner, the alien shakes his head. “Many denied me from doing so, but you… You seemed so excited to mate with me, I only assumed you’d enjoy this just as much as I would.”

“Well-“

“And considering how…” The thick of his thumb presses in between your folds, rubbing against the fabric of your panties sluggishly, “…wet you are,” Then Dabura releases a parched sigh. “Why, it’d be improper of me not to get a taste. This entire program is based on sexualized testing, yes? Perhaps your cunt will take my seed best after being thoroughly licked.”

Talk about giving you fancy excuses just to eat you out…

You suppose you couldn’t blame him for wanting to plaster his tongue in your juices—after all, he did just say no other human allowed him to do so. Now, that does make you curious since Nanami specifically informed you to listen to your monster’s whims.

Perhaps he’d only done so based on this one’s past experiences? And that ‘good luck’ he gave you… what was that all about?

——

None of these questions of yours get answered anytime soon but they’re forgotten rather quickly with the way Dabura’s tongue had so feverishly met your twitching folds from beyond the layer of cotton that lay in the way.

You suppose he didn’t care much to move them aside just yet, as he seemed to enjoy toying with the material and liked the way you squirmed whenever he sucked it into his mouth—the raw feel of his plush lips grazing your bare cunt.

Even his decision to eat you out from the back left you curious. Hell, everything this damn alien did had you doused in concern. But of course, he hadn’t spared you a moment to dwell on any of them.

Especially not with those distracting grunts he let out by the time he finally peeled your panties down your clammy legs—hands gripped tightly onto your thighs to keep you spread open at the perfect angle for his tongue to lap inward.

“Mmmgh, yesyes,” Dabura groans, “Such a-, mmh, tasty lil’ thing.” His words slathered in between your pussy lips at varying angles, adding to each flicking movement of his tongue. 

“Dabura,” You moan just as his mouth plucks away for a split second long enough for his teeth to bare. Then angles down just to nibble at your inner thigh for no direct reason other than wanting to feel you squirm against his hands. “I-I still don’t think you’re supposed to-, ngh!”

Again, you’re cut off by his actions—his mouth having returned to your poor, leaky entrance to swab over with his tongue. Then his hands pried your legs further open in an attempt at feeling your labia peel apart even more, tongue hot ‘n aching for more and more of your slick. You’re unsure of what exactly would satiate the alien’s thirst for you when he was already thrusting the majority of his oral muscle in between your walls.

Humans didn’t eat pussy like this, naturally. Not only was there a foreign movement to the way he fucked his tongue into you but the added factor of Dabura being clueless with his every move had you dazed. You wanted to tease him for the way he’d waddle his tongue around your clit for a second too short but he always seemed to make up for it by wiggling it deeeep into your pussy directly after.

It was almost like he wanted to smear your own taste around.

“What was that?” Dabura eventually mumbled against your sappy folds, letting you gush against his lips as he spoke, “I couldn’t hear you over my talkative girl down here.”

Your legs twitch as if to close but it’s to no avail. All while your voice has pitched off into whine after whine, “Y-Your?”

The alien pulled his mouth off of you after one more suctioning pop! and then sported yet another tiny grin, “Whilst you’re in this room, yes.” A fat glop of spit spanked out across your hole next and he moves his thumb to fuck his salive inward, “Mine.”

“O-Oh.” Your jaw flails open some and you feel yourself drooling from the instant he starts feeding his thumb to your cunt. It’s only one finger but fuck, nothing could quite compare to it.

Dabura tipped his head aside as he twirled his thumb around your insides, “You seemed to like that,” He pointed out hotly, breaths fanning into your skin, “Being called mine.“

Your hips did that thing they did earlier when you attempted to flee from the pleasure he’d provided for you, “I do, but-, hahh.. none of this is important for the-“

“Oh hushhh, woman,” Dabura drawls out, fully bored of hearing you remind him about how eating you out has nothing to do with breeding you. “…Allow me to have this in peace, won’t you?” He pulls his thumb out of your cunt and spits once again before tapping at the saliva—mimicking a spanking motion against your hole.

After that, you give up on your arguments. Partially because Dabura decides to replace his thumb with two stretching fingers, and also because he seems to realize he can stimulate you rather greatly with only one hand—digits lodged neatly into your entrance while his thumb runs across your glossy clit.

Of which he’s taken quite the liking to. One could even say he grows fond of the gorgeous bundle of nerves, drawing all sorts of shapes around it and loving the feel of it jumping whenever his other fingers curl into that spot against your inner walls you adore so much.

You’re brought to not one, not two, and most certainly more than three orgasms from his fingers alone. And which each one, you try—you really, really do—to remind him of what you’re here for, but he ignores you each time.

Eventually Dabura finds himself in this drunken state, having his slicked fingers biting into your skin while he devours your cunt sluggishly with his whorish mouth.

Moaning, “S’good,” as his tongue tickles in somewhere deeper than it had previously—almost as if the damn thing were growing! “So sloppy, fuuuck,” The last curse exits his throat in a whine and by this point his hips have been eagerly bucking against the massive bed. “I love the way your pussy feels on my tongue,” He babbles, grinding his hard cock down against the mattress—rocking the entirety of the furniture in the process. 

Now, even though you’ve been occupied with having your cunt licked to utter numbness, you couldn’t ignore how needy Dabura’s other appendages seemed to be for you.

You knew the moment he got hard based on how much he adjusted himself against the bed. It was like the erection he carried in between those loose fabrics of his was a hindrance to him—oozing in precum excessively from the plump head and aching to dive in between the same lips he’d been lapping at.

His tongue is kissing at your clit right when he’s about to cum from doing so, but his orgasm is cut embarrassingly short by the way your room door flings open.

The poor door slams into the wall and Dabura lets out a very adorable yelp of surprise in between your legs.

So much for that intimidating aura of his, huh…

Even so, the sound he lets out, along with his flinching are both disregarded as he focuses back on the task at hand. He’s a little lazier with his feasting since he realizes the two of you have some company now but, again, this doesn’t stop him.

“You greedy fucking alien,” A new voice hoots out deeply, shucking the door away from the wall it slammed into just to shut it properly.

“Mmmnh, Sukuna, you ah-,” Dabura pauses his words to the newly entered monster just to sluuuurp! you right up one more time. A wet, sloppy smile spilt out across his lips, “You must come taste this. It’s like-“

“I know what good pussy tastes like, no need to explain it to me.” Sukuna cuts off, stomping his way into the room with his four eyes all fixated onto you. Pink brows furrowing, “I was a human prior to becoming this,” He adds on with a wave of his hand in Dabura’s direction, “Now move over.”

“…A bossy one, I bet.” The alien breathes out sassily, not paying the man any mind whatsoever and instead playing with the lips of your cunt by pulling them apart and then letting them fall back naturally after lifting his thumb away.

Ignoring his snarky remark, Sukuna ends up shoving poor Dabura out the way and letting his lower set of hands meet the purchase of your hips. One of his upper palms comes down to smack across your ass, making you flinch away from your previously dumbed-out state.

You lift your head and glance back, eyes met with a new creature that causes your jaw to fall open all stupidly. “A-And you are?”

Sukuna seems immediately ticked off by your lack of awareness, shooting a look over to Dabura and ignoring your question entirely. “What have you been up to with our toy so far?”

Toy? Surely he wasn’t talking about you…

“I’ve only licked her a few times,” Dabura claims—knowing all too well that few is beyond an understatement.

Sukuna seems pleased to hear that regaurdless. Sporting a haughty smile, “Have you?” He purrs before gripping onto the fat of your ass and pulling your cheeks apart to steal a glance at how swollen your folds are now, “Mh. That explains why she’s so puffy down here.”

Your face is still resting against the bedsheet but that doesn’t hinder you from mumbling, “M’not puffy…”

“Cute,” Sukuna comments shortly as he speaks as though you weren’t in the room with him. “She’s fucked-out already.”

“M’not,” You huff a bit louder this time, angling your rather wobbly arms to push yourself up on all fours.

You crane your head to get a full look at him, blinking past the blur of pleasurable tears that have built up along your lashline to take all of him in. Now, Sukuna was quite the sight for sore eyes.

While he was a bit shorter than Dabura in height, he surely made up for it in just about everything else. He had dark markings splayed out across his skin just as the alien did—but there was a clear difference in them. He also carried four eyes instead of the three you’d only just grown used to, all of which were red in hue and ever-so-glaring when met with yours.

There was a smirk on his face that never seemed to leave, stretching his pinkened lips out as if every fiber of his being were better-, or greater than you in every way imaginable. You wouldn’t call it smugness per-se, but there was something rather gloating about the way he carried himself. 

You could only see so much of him with the way he was positioned behind you, having taken Dabura’s place entirely and left the alien to lay on the bed somewhere to your left. Even so, you did notice that Sukuna had two of everything except legs.

He had a bulky stature, muscles bulged and stretched out across his limbs. Your eyes felt as though they had little hearts in them upon meeting the mouth stretching across his stomach. It should’ve been grotesque to look at considering the way it moved all freakishly and almost carnally.

The massive tongue would lull out to lather across his lips and you’d get a hint of sharp teeth within your view each time he did so.

Up until that same tongue extended to swipe across just about everything in between your legs. “Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind this,” He’d said in response to your almost forgotten words.

Then you felt the slippery wetness draaag against the backs of your thighs, your jittery-spread pussylips, and even your ass with the way Sukuna took one greedy lick. 

Your eyes bulged out all wide in reaction. The sight of which encouraged him to watch the way your expression contorted up as he focused the rounding tip of his stomach-tongue onto your cunt, bucking in dankly against it.

“Hnngh-, fuck.” You moaned before pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth and letting your back arch again, “W-What is your guys’ obsession with-, ohgod..”

The sweet sound of your voice was drowned out in your own pleasure as Sukuna’s tongue performed the same dances Dabura’s lengthy one had done just a moment ago.

“Poor thing,” Sukuna mocked, pouting at you to mirror the one sewn into your lips, “That dumb alien hasn’t given you any cock yet, has he?”

Your torso ended up falling once again as your hands went grabbing and tugging at the sheets to brace yourself for the full, greedy feel of his tongue. Then you shook your head in response and whimpered something along the lines of no.

Sukuna shot Dabura a look immediately. “Waited for me, didn’t you?” He taunted.

The alien no longer seemed amused and reciprocated Sukuna’s looks with a flat, irritated expression, “No.”

The pink-haired man rolled his eyes. “Mh. No matter, I see why you were occupied here for so long.” His attention returned to you and he found it most pleasing to watch you try to scurry further up the bed in an attempt at escaping that blinding pleasure his dewy tongue was gifting you with. “She is rather tasty.”

Even as you arched and moaned all over the place, you still managed to return to your focus of why you were here in the first place. There was no way you were about to let these two monsters make a pocket pussy out of you and only use their tongues with you!

“Can you just-, mmmph!” It’s quick that you learn Sukuna has even less of a patience than Dabura as one of his many, massive hands come to the back of your skull and push your face into the sheets.

He’s peering down at the way you wiggle your body in response, feeling pleasure begin to overstimulate your every nerve as his tongue invades every spongy spot of yours. “Has she been demanding all this time?” Sukuna asks the alien who seems quite bored now.

Dabura raises his eyebrows, surprised that Sukuna is acknowledging him again, “Yes, I believe she’d like to be bred.” He states, pointing out the obvious.

“Awh, too bad these tests are hardly for a human’s curiosity and primarily for our enjoyment.” The pink-haired man exhales—jerking his tongue back ‘n forth and backkk ‘n forthhh against the entirety of your soddened pussy, clinging to your clit and schlepping it around with his every move.

“Sukuna,” Dabura blinks, his eyes stuck on the motion of the man’s insistent tongue. He almost feels like his own was inadequate in comparison. “I do not believe you’re supposed to-“

Another cry is heard from you and the two are quickly distracted by the way your nails are beginning to tear at the bedsheets. Ah, Sukuna only then realizes that his tongue might just be too much for you after however long Dabura had his own on you.

Leading him to feel bad for you and gesture your way whilst directing his words to the alien at your left, “Hush her up, will you?”

Dabura frowns for the nth time. He didn’t much care to be ordered around by Sukuna like this.

…But that didn’t stop him from listening to each order he was given.

Which is how he ends up with his mouth against yours while Sukuna satisfies his incessant taste for you. 

——

That continued on for… heavens know how long. 

All three of you lose track and the only thing you can recall is the mixed feel of Dabura swallowing up your moans and Sukuna using his stomach mouth to play with your pussy like some toy.

It’s like you were the test subject in the room—not them. They both treated your body as if they’d never felt a human before or something. Which was weird considering the two of them have had their fair share of these tests before.

While Dabura was kissing you, his hands twitched with a need for exploration, soon traveling your body and fondling with your soft breasts. Every part of your body was left either marked or swollen from their many touches or bites.

And you don’t even remember how or when but you believe you were positioned on top of Dabura while Sukuna remained where he was behind you at some point. Because of this tangled position, Dabura was able to wrap his arms around you and keep you perfectly in place as Sukuna rubbed one—of his two—cocks in between the valley of your ass.

Within this position, the alien was beneath you with his own lengthy dick freed from the restricting fabrics of earlier—tugging at his shaft whilst feeling you squirm against him and whimper into his mouth.

That went on until both creatures had painted your stomach and your spine with their seed.

But, that wasn’t even where things really began.

No, no, things started—in your mind—when they let your body roll over from in between theirs and you were left to watch with dazed eyes as Sukuna grabbed at Dabura’s face and tugged him up. Then, erect cocks freed and tapping against one another upon all the movement, the two had exchanged one slow kiss in the name of “sharing your taste”.

You didn’t know what to make of it, really. 

Was it hot? Well, duh. But for the most part you were wondering if this is what both of them had wanted the entire time.

Were you just some ploy in this little game of theirs? Is this what Dr. Nanami had meant when he told you good luck?? Or—

The loud, prominently wet sound of their lips detaching from one another catches your ears as it rings throughout the entire room. When you look at their faces, you note how softened Dabura’s features seem to be. His eyes seem utterly desperate to please as they veer upwards to meet Sukuna’s hardened expression based on the angle of which the two were.

Then Sukuna lifts a hand to wipe away drool from the corner of Dabura’s lips, cracking yet another smirk before looking over to you. “You’ve got my poor alien whipped, human. I’m impressed.”

You stare dumbfoundedly, “Huh?”

Sukuna snorts, “Can’t you see it?” Gripping at Dabura’s chin, he turns his face over for you to look at. “There’s nothing in this head of his aside from you. You should be proud of yourself.”

You chew on your bottom lip again out of fear of saying the wrong thing in response, moving your gaze onto Dabura who is in fact just as whipped as Sukuna described him to be—eyes glazed over with lust and barely wiped away drool staining the side of his mouth.

When you and the alien make eye contact, his pupils seem to dilate and his cock is twitching all over again. He hadn’t the words to describe it, but from the very moment he saw you standing in this room, he was left entranced by you.

Chuckling, Sukuna releases Dabura from his grasp and then pulls away. “I suppose it’s time we give you what you want, yes?”

Now your eyes were lighting up, “Please?”

“Manners, how cute.” Sukuna hums before running a hand through his hair with one hand and motioning for you to follow him with another. “Come, let me place you in the most effective position."

Within the next few minutes, you’re hauled up into a pair of the man’s sizable arms, legs straggled out within his hold as your pussy is left to drip ‘n spill slick out all over the floor. You were a mess but the two monsters accompanying you weren’t fairing any better.

Dabura’s still sat on the bed in a foggy state of arousal, the plummy head of his cock waving in the air as it globed with honeyed plashets of cum. He was sitting there in his own disorder, unable to move until he made eye contact with your unfairly pretty pussy again.

The sheeny gloss from your arousal webbed out ever so beautifully against your lips, hole pulsing softly as it begged to be filled properly. Tongues wouldn’t satisfy you anymore, that much was clear.

Sukuna’s peering over your shoulder as he holds you up like some trophy, “Don’t tell me you’re too pussydrunk to move, alien.” He chastises, “Come breed her with me before she runs out of stamina on us.”

Dabura snaps out of his momentary torpor and staggers up on his feet, quickly looming over the two of you in the next coming seconds. Then he brings a finger to your chin to tip your face further up and his voice is a small whisper, “Tell me something first…”

You bat your damp lashes at him in that same probing manner he’d grown to admire, the sight of which makes his heart feel weird again.

“How exactly did you prepare for this? I’m curious,” He asks.

You’re still hardly lucid so, your voice is at some cockdrunken pitch as words slide out of your throat, “I rode a uh-, t-thirteen inch dildo a couple times,” You explain, giggling in thought shortly after. “Took a while to get used to…”

Sukuna nuzzles into the crook of your neck like a big cat, “And you believe that has properly prepared you for three cocks? Fuck, you’re dumber than I thought—I like that.”

You grumble something short of a curse at him but the sound only makes him smile against your skin. Then Dabura is finally closing the distance between all of you and you feel his tip sloping up against your sex.

Few words are exchanged in the next few moments as the two decide it’s time to finally stuff you full.

The first dick that slides into you is one of Sukuna’s—the lower one—which is absurdly thick as it slots into your gushy hole. Following this is Dabura’s eager cock, which has throbby veins bumping against every crevice of your insides.

By this point you’re being streeeetched all the way the fuck out and think it damn near impossible to fit all three lengths inside you at the same time. One alone was more than enough to have your eyes crossing but two and eventually three?

Oh, you didn’t think you’d be able to feel your legs come next morning.

Though this was of very little concern to you. You came into this program to be bred by monsters and that’s exactly what you were determined to do—no matter how much your poor hole would have to be stretched open in the process.

And it didn’t help that all three cocks just kept bulging and twitching inside you, smooching over one another as they explored the inner depths of your sweet cunt. Something short of a cockdrunk smile was painted across your lips but you couldn’t really feel it.

The only thing you could feel were the three fat dicks wadding their way into you—along with the hot breaths all over both sides of your neck. Then came the gobbets of cum that filled your insides to the brim. So much so that it’d spilt out of your puffed labia and sogged onto the floor beneath the three of you.

They didn’t stop there though.

No, no, your monsters were just as determined as you were so they kept on with their uneven thrusts—Sukuna bucking forward each time Dabura sleethed his hips back, all whilst bouncing you up and down like a true fucktoy.

No other experience could quite compare to how used this one left you feeling, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Their mixed seeds schliiiicked ‘n sloshed around your gummy walls, sure to take after this prolonged session of feral fucking with the excuse of sexualized testing to mask it.

It’s not until you hear Sukuna and Dabura exchanging hushed words that you finally get an answer to at least one of your many questions.

“And if-, shit.. if that doesn’t work…” Sukuna’s steady humming towards the alien, “Dabura..”

“Yes?”

“I shall have to breed you next.”

A loong, awkward silence stretches on uncomfortably before he chokes in response. Batting his lashes, “What.”

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You kept your face blank, eyes lowered like the obedient daughter they expected, while inside your mind screamed.

Later that night, when the household finally fell into drunken slumber and the torches burned low, you moved.

You had planned this in secret for weeks. A plain dark wool cloak stolen from the stables. A small bundle of hard bread, dried cheese, and a waterskin. Soft leather shoes you hoped would last. But the most valuable thing you owned was the wedding gown itself. You had decided to wear the half-finished white dress during your escape — the expensive satin and delicate lace might fetch enough coins in a distant village to buy you passage far away from here. It was risky, but you had nothing else of real value.

You slipped out through the narrow servant’s entrance at the back of the kitchens, the heavy door groaning softly behind you like a warning. The moment your feet touched the cold, dew-soaked grass, terror and fragile hope surged through you in equal measure.

You ran.

The forest swallowed you whole.

Ancient trees loomed like silent judges, their branches clawing at your white gown as if trying to drag you back. The delicate satin — still only half-finished, with pins and loose threads — snagged mercilessly on thorns. You heard fabric tearing again and again: sharp rips that sounded far too loud in the darkness. The long lace veil caught on a low limb and nearly yanked you off your feet; you tore it free with shaking hands, leaving half of it fluttering behind you like a surrendered flag. Mud and wet leaves caked your bare feet. Sharp stones and roots sliced into your soles until every step left bloody prints in the dirt. The cold night air burned your lungs. Sweat soaked your back and chest despite the chill, making the torn gown cling obscenely to your skin. Your legs screamed with exhaustion after only an hour, but fear kept you moving. Behind you, distant shouts echoed through the trees — your father’s guards, torches flickering like angry fireflies. Dogs barked. They were coming.

You pushed harder.

Branches whipped your face, leaving stinging cuts across your cheeks. Your hair fell loose from its elegant pins, wild and tangled. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with blood and dirt. Every shadow looked like a man ready to grab you. Every snap of a twig made your heart seize. You ran until your vision blurred and your chest felt like it would burst. You ran until the shouts grew fainter and the trees finally began to thin.

Hours had passed. The moon hung high and merciless overhead, bathing the world in cold silver light. Your legs trembled violently as you stumbled out of the treeline onto a wide, muddy road. In the distance, warm golden lantern light glowed between clusters of simple wooden buildings. A village.

You nearly collapsed with relief.

The main street was deserted, shutters closed tight against the night. Only one building still showed signs of life. Warm light spilled from its open front door onto the dirt road, carrying with it the thick, metallic scent of fresh blood and raw meat. A weathered wooden sign creaked overhead in the cold breeze:

Fushiguro Meat Co.

You limped toward it, every cut and bruise screaming.

A massive man stood under the wooden awning, illuminated by the lantern light. He was enormous — broad as a barn door, easily over six feet tall, with shoulders and arms so thick with muscle they looked carved from stone. He wore a blood-streaked leather apron tied low on his narrow hips. Beneath it, a simple white tank clung to his sweat-slicked chest, the thin fabric molded to heavy slabs of muscle and dark, scattered scars. His black hair was damp and messy, strands falling across his forehead. A deep, jagged scar twisted the corner of his mouth, giving his face a permanent, dangerous smirk even when he wasn’t smiling.

Thick veins stood out on his forearms as he slowly wiped a long, wicked boning knife clean on the edge of his apron. The blade gleamed.

He looked like violence given human shape — raw, brutal, and utterly terrifying.

You didn’t know his name. You didn’t know anything about him except that he was the only soul still awake, and you were completely out of options.

Your legs gave out the final few steps. You dropped hard to your knees in the cold dirt right in front of him, the torn white satin of your ruined wedding gown pooling around you like spilled milk mixed with blood and mud. Your chest heaved. Fresh tears cut clean tracks down your filthy cheeks.

“Please—” Your voice came out cracked and hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “Hide me. Just for one night. My family… they sold me to Lord Kato to settle their debts. He’s going to break me. Hurt me in ways I can’t even speak of. I’ll do anything you ask — scrub floors until my hands bleed, haul carcasses, sleep in the cold room with the meat, be your servant, your cleaner… anything. Just please… don’t let them take me back.”

You bowed your head, trembling, and clutched desperately at the bloody hem of his apron with both hands, staining your fingers red.

The man stopped moving. He looked down at you slowly, sharp green eyes narrowing as they took in every detail: your torn and filthy wedding dress, the cuts on your face and feet, the desperate tears, the way you knelt before him like a supplicant before a god of slaughter.

He flicked the long knife shut with a loud, metallic click that echoed in the quiet street.

“Not my problem, princess,” he rumbled. His voice was deep, low, and rough — like gravel being dragged across stone. There was no pity in it. “I don’t hide runaways. Go beg somewhere else before you bring trouble to my shop.”

You stayed on your knees, fingers still twisted tight in the bloody hem of his apron. Tears kept falling, mixing with the dirt on your cheeks. “Please… I have nowhere else. They’ll find me by morning. Lord Kato will—”

Footsteps. Soft, quick, coming from the narrow alley beside the butcher shop.

Three women emerged into the lantern light, their shawls pulled tight against the night chill, each carrying a small lantern. They stopped short at the sight of you kneeling in your ruined white gown in front of the massive butcher.

“Gods above,” the tallest one gasped. “Is that a wedding dress? Child, what in the world happened to you?”

The women hurried closer, lanterns swinging. Warm golden light spilled over your torn satin, the mud-caked hem, the blood from his apron smeared across your bodice and hands. One of the younger women pressed a hand to her mouth. “She’s bleeding… and look at her feet!”

You looked down at yourself — the once-beautiful dress now filthy and shredded — then up at the stranger towering over you. His green eyes were narrowed in clear irritation, jaw clenched like he was seconds away from shoving you into the street and bolting the door.

A wild, desperate plan came to your mind.

You pushed yourself up on shaky legs, ignoring the sharp pain in your cut feet. Before he could step away, you grabbed his large, calloused hand with both of yours, clinging desperately. His palm was warm, rough, and still faintly sticky with dried blood.

Turning to the three women with the most exhausted yet radiant smile you could force, you announced clearly:

“This is my husband.”

The words rang in the quiet night air.

The women froze.

You kept going, voice trembling but determined. “We were married in secret this evening. My family didn’t approve — they tried to sell me off to a cruel lord to settle their debts. So I ran away through the forest to reach him. The dress… it got ruined on the way, but I’m here now. I’m exactly where I belong.”

Silence stretched for a heartbeat.

Then the women erupted.

“The butcher got married?!” the tallest one exclaimed, eyes wide. “Toji Fushiguro actually took a wife? I never thought I’d live to see the day!”

One of the younger women clapped her hands together, beaming. “Look at her, even all torn up she’s lovely! Brave thing, running through the woods in the middle of the night just to get to her husband.”

The third woman laughed warmly. “We’ll bring fresh bread and some stew first thing in the morning for you newlyweds. Can’t have Toji’s new wife going hungry on her first day here!”

Toji.

So that was his name. Toji Fushiguro.

You felt the man — Toji — stiffen beside you. His massive hand twitched hard in your grip, muscles flexing like he was fighting the urge to rip free and deny everything. His sharp green eyes burned into the side of your face, dark with fury and silent threat. But the women were watching excitedly. The whole village would know the story by sunrise if he contradicted you now.

You squeezed his hand tighter, nails digging into his skin in a silent, desperate plea. Please. Just play along.

Toji’s scarred jaw flexed. A low, dangerous growl rumbled deep in his chest. For one terrifying second you thought he might expose you.

Then, in the flattest, most reluctant voice you had ever heard, he grunted:

“…Yeah. She’s mine now. Wife.”

The women squealed with delight. They offered more congratulations, promised gifts for the “newlyweds,” and finally bustled away down the dark street, lanterns bobbing and their voices already carrying the juicy news.

The moment their footsteps faded, Toji’s grip turned bruising. He yanked you forward so hard you stumbled against his broad, solid chest, then dragged you roughly through the open door of the butcher shop. The heavy oak door slammed shut behind you with a resounding thud that rattled the walls.

Inside, the air was thick and heavy — cold iron, raw meat, woodsmoke, and the faint metallic tang of fresh blood. A single lantern burned low on the wooden counter, casting long, flickering shadows over heavy chopping blocks, hanging meat hooks, and rows of sharp knives.

Toji spun you around and shoved your back against the closed door. One thick, powerful forearm braced beside your head, completely caging you in. His massive body loomed over yours, heat rolling off him in waves. The scent of blood, sweat, and raw masculinity filled your lungs.

His green eyes were dark with fury… and something much darker, much hungrier.

“What the fuck was that?” he snarled, voice low and lethal. “You just told half the goddamn village you’re my wife. You got any idea what you’ve done, little runaway?”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You could feel the hard press of his chest against yours, the sheer size of him making you feel tiny and trapped.

“It was the only way,” you whispered, breathing fast. “They would’ve dragged me back to Lord Kato by morning if they knew the truth. Now they think I belong to you. No one will question it. Please… just let me stay the night. I’ll disappear at dawn, I swear it.”

Toji stared down at you for a long, heavy moment. His scarred mouth twisted into a slow, dangerous smirk. His free hand came up and gripped your chin firmly, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his intense green eyes.

“Disappear?” he growled, thumb pressing hard into your jaw. “Too late for that, princess. You just tied yourself to me in front of witnesses.”

He leaned in closer, so close his breath ghosted hot across your lips. His voice dropped even lower, rough and full of promise.

“You owe me now. Big time.”

His gaze dragged slowly down your body — over the torn white lace barely clinging to your curves, the bloodstains, the way your chest heaved with fear and adrenaline. He just held you there, pinned against the door, letting the heavy tension coil tighter and tighter between you.

“Upstairs,” he finally ordered, voice like gravel. “Now. We’re gonna have a long talk about what you just got yourself into.”

Toji didn’t give you time to argue.

His massive hand clamped around your upper arm like a steel band and he hauled you away from the door. You stumbled after him on aching, bleeding feet as he dragged you through the back of the shop. The scent of raw meat grew thicker near the cold room, but he turned toward a narrow wooden staircase tucked behind a heavy curtain.

“Move,” he growled when you hesitated at the bottom step.

You climbed. Each step sent fresh pain shooting up your legs, but you bit your lip and kept going. Toji followed close behind, his heavy boots loud on the old wood, one hand still gripping your arm so you couldn’t possibly run.

The stairs opened directly into a small, sparse apartment above the butcher shop. It was surprisingly clean for a man who spent his days covered in blood. A single main room served as both living space and kitchen — a sturdy wooden table with two chairs, a stone hearth with dying embers, a few shelves holding jars of preserved meat and dried herbs. A narrow hallway led to what you assumed were the bedroom and washroom. Moonlight spilled through two small windows, painting everything in cool silver.

Toji kicked the door at the top of the stairs shut behind him and finally released your arm. You immediately backed up a few steps, the torn hem of your wedding dress whispering across the floorboards.

He folded his thick arms across his broad chest, blood-stained apron still tied around his waist, and stared at you like you were a problem he was deciding how to carve up.

“Start talking,” he said flatly. “And don’t leave anything out. Who the fuck are you, why is a lord hunting you, and why the hell did you decide to drag me into your mess?”

You swallowed hard, still catching your breath. You introduced yourself by name, then continued quietly, “My family is in debt. Deep debt. They sold me to Lord Kato yesterday to settle it. He’s a cruel man. Three wives before me, and none of them lasted long. He told my father in front of me what he plans to do on our wedding night.” Your voice cracked. “I couldn’t stay. I ran in the only thing of value I had — this dress. I thought maybe I could sell it in a village for enough coin to disappear.”

Toji’s green eyes flicked over the ruined white lace clinging to your body — torn, muddy, bloodstained. He let out a low, humorless snort.

“And instead of keeping your mouth shut and hiding somewhere quiet, you decided the best plan was to announce to the biggest gossips in the village that you’re married to the local butcher.” He took one heavy step closer. “You realize what you’ve done?”

You nodded quickly. “They won’t hand me over now. Not if they think I belong to you. The whole village will protect the butcher’s wife… right?”

Toji laughed — a short, dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Protect?” He shook his head. “You just painted a target on my back too, princess. Lord Kato isn’t the type to let his property run off. When he comes looking — and he will come looking — he’s going to hear all about how the village butcher stole his bride.”

He dragged a large hand down his face, clearly pissed off, but there was something else in his expression now. A glint of dark amusement. Maybe even reluctant interest.

“You’re either the bravest idiot I’ve ever met… or the most cunning.”

You stood there trembling in the middle of his living room, arms wrapped around yourself. The torn bodice of the dress had slipped dangerously low on your shoulders, but you didn’t dare fix it.

“I’ll leave at first light,” you promised again, softer this time. “I won’t cause you any more trouble. Just… let me stay until sunrise. Please, Toji.”

Hearing his name from your lips made his eyes narrow.

“Don’t,” he warned. “You don’t get to say my name like we’re actually married.”

He turned away from you and walked over to the small hearth. He crouched down, added two fresh logs, and stoked the fire back to life with practiced efficiency. The warm orange glow slowly filled the room, chasing away some of the chill.

When he stood again, he looked even bigger in the firelight — shoulders impossibly wide, muscles shifting under the thin tank top, the scar at his mouth pulling as he scowled.

“Sit,” he ordered, nodding toward one of the wooden chairs at the table. “You’re bleeding all over my floor.”

You obeyed, lowering yourself carefully onto the chair. The moment you sat, exhaustion crashed into you like a wave. Your feet throbbed. Every cut and bruise ached. You were filthy, terrified, and running on nothing but fear and adrenaline.

Toji disappeared down the short hallway and returned a minute later with a metal basin, a clean rag, and a small jar. He set the basin on the floor in front of you, then dropped into the chair across the table, watching you with those sharp green eyes.

“Clean your feet,” he said gruffly. “I’m not carrying you around if they get infected.”

You dipped the rag into the water and started wiping away the mud and blood as carefully as you could. The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. The fire crackled. Outside, the village was completely quiet.

Toji leaned back in his chair, arms crossed again, studying you like livestock.

“You really think this marriage story is gonna hold?” he asked after a long minute. “Village folk love to talk. By noon tomorrow everyone’s gonna want to meet my mysterious bride.”

You kept your eyes on your injured feet. “I just need a day or two to figure out where to go next. I can… I can work. I’m not useless. I can clean, cook, help in the shop—”

Toji’s low chuckle cut you off.

“You? Working in a butcher shop?” He shook his head. “You look like you’ve never touched anything bloodier than a sewing needle in your life.”

He watched you struggle to clean a deep cut on your sole for another moment before he made an irritated sound and leaned forward.

“Give me your foot.”

You hesitated.

“Now,” he growled.

You slowly lifted your leg. Toji took your ankle in his huge, rough hand — surprisingly gentle despite the calluses and dried blood on his fingers. He pulled the basin closer and started cleaning your wounds himself with careful, efficient movements.

The contrast was jarring: this terrifying mountain of a man, covered in someone else’s blood, carefully tending to your torn-up feet.

“You’re staying the night,” he said quietly, not looking up from his work. “Not because I’m kind. Because if I throw you out now, those three hens will ask questions I don’t feel like answering. Tomorrow we figure out what the hell to do with you.”

He finished cleaning one foot and moved to the other. His thumb brushed accidentally over a sensitive spot and you hissed softly.

Toji’s eyes flicked up to your face for a second, something unreadable flashing across his expression.

“After that…” He set your foot down carefully and leaned back again, voice dropping into a low, dangerous rumble. “You’re gonna start paying off the trouble you just caused me.”

He didn’t explain what that meant.

But the way he was looking at you — slow, heavy, possessive — made heat crawl up your neck despite the fear.

Toji held your gaze for another long moment before he finally released your ankle. He pushed the basin aside with his boot and stood, towering over you once more. The firelight danced across the hard lines of his face, catching on the jagged scar at the corner of his mouth.

“Stay there,” he muttered.

He disappeared into the back room again. You heard the sound of water splashing, then heavy footsteps returning. When he came back, he carried a thick wool blanket and a tin cup. He set the cup in front of you — it was filled with cool water — and dropped the blanket over the back of your chair.

“Drink,” he ordered. “You look half-dead.”

You obeyed without thinking, your hands still trembling slightly as you lifted the cup. The water was clean and cold, soothing your raw throat. Toji watched you drink the entire thing, arms crossed, before he spoke again.

You lowered the empty cup. “Thank you… for the water. And for cleaning my feet.”

He made a dismissive sound in the back of his throat, like thanks made him uncomfortable. Then he leaned against the edge of the table, close enough that his thigh nearly brushed your arm.

“You really thought this through?” he asked, voice low. “Running in a fancy white dress, announcing yourself as my wife in front of the nosiest women in the village… What’s your actual plan once the sun comes up?”

You stared down at your bandaged feet. “I didn’t have time for a real plan. I just knew I couldn’t let them marry me off to that monster. I thought if I could get far enough away, maybe sell the dress, I could buy passage on a cart or a boat. Start over somewhere no one knows me.”

Toji exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh but darker. “Selling that dress would’ve gotten you robbed or worse before you even reached the next town. You’re lucky you only made it as far as my doorstep.”

Silence settled again, broken only by the crackling fire. You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, suddenly aware of how exposed you still were — the torn bodice of the wedding gown hanging loosely, the lace ripped in several places, dirt and dried blood streaked across your skin.

Toji’s eyes drifted over you again, slower this time. They lingered on the curve of your shoulder where the dress had slipped, the rise and fall of your chest, the way the white fabric clung to your thighs.

“You look ridiculous,” he said bluntly. “Like a bride who lost a fight with a pack of wolves.”

Despite everything, a tiny, tired smile tugged at your lips. “That’s… not far from the truth.”

He pushed off the table and walked over to a wooden chest in the corner. He rummaged inside and pulled out a large, worn linen shirt — clearly one of his. It looked big enough to reach your knees.

“Here.” He tossed it to you. “Can’t have you walking around my place looking like that. Change. There’s a washroom down the hall if you want to clean up more.”

You clutched the shirt to your chest. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he warned. “You’re still in my house. Still wearing that damn dress that’s going to bring trouble to my door.”

He turned his back to give you a moment of privacy, busying himself by adding another log to the fire. You quickly stood, wincing at the pain in your feet, and slipped behind the partial wall that separated the washroom. You peeled off the ruined wedding dress with shaking hands, letting the torn fabric pool at your feet. The cool air kissed your bare skin as you pulled Toji’s shirt over your head. It smelled faintly of smoke, soap, and something unmistakably masculine. The hem fell halfway down your thighs.

When you stepped back out, Toji turned around. His eyes darkened the moment they landed on you in his shirt.

“Better,” he grunted, though his voice sounded rougher than before.

He gestured toward the narrow hallway. “Bedroom’s at the end. Only one bed. You take it tonight. I’ll sleep out here.”

You hesitated. “I can sleep on the floor. I’ve already caused enough—”

“Don’t argue,” he cut you off. “My house, my rules. Get some sleep. You look like you’re about to fall over.”

You walked carefully down the short hall, every step still painful. The bedroom was small and simple like the rest of the apartment — a large wooden bed with thick blankets, a single chair, and a window overlooking the dark village street. You climbed onto the bed, pulling the covers over yourself.

Toji appeared in the doorway a minute later, leaning one broad shoulder against the frame. The firelight from the main room silhouetted his massive form.

“Door stays open,” he said. “And don’t even think about sneaking out in the middle of the night. If I have to chase you down, I won’t be in a generous mood.”

You nodded, sinking deeper into the mattress. Exhaustion was pulling at you hard now, but sleep still felt far away with him standing there watching you.

“Toji…” you whispered.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Thank you,” you said again, softer. “For not throwing me out.”

His expression didn’t soften, but something in his eyes shifted. He pushed off the doorframe and turned to leave.

“Get some sleep, runaway,” he muttered. “You’re gonna need it.”

He left the door wide open. You heard him moving around in the main room — the creak of the wooden chair as he sat down, the quiet clink of a cup. The fire continued to crackle.

You lay there in his bed, wrapped in his shirt, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on you. The fake marriage. The village women who now believed you were his wife. Lord Kato still out there searching. And the terrifying, strangely careful butcher who had just tended to your wounds and given you his bed.

Sleep finally claimed you, but even in your dreams you could still feel the heavy weight of Toji’s gaze on your skin.

You woke to the sound of knocking.

It was loud, cheerful, and relentless — three sharp raps on the shop door downstairs, followed by muffled feminine voices. Sunlight streamed through the small bedroom window, warm and golden. For a brief, disoriented moment you forgot where you were. Then everything crashed back: the forest, the blood-stained butcher, the lie you’d told.

You sat up quickly. Toji’s oversized linen shirt had ridden up your thighs during the night. Your feet still ached, but the bandages held firm. You heard heavy footsteps downstairs, then Toji’s low, irritated growl as he opened the door.

“Morning!” a cheerful woman’s voice called up. “We brought breakfast for the newlyweds! Fresh bread, stew, and honey cakes. Don’t tell us you’re still in bed on your wedding night!”

Another woman giggled. “We’re dying to meet your bride properly!”

Toji’s heavy footsteps came up the stairs. He appeared in the bedroom doorway, looking imposing in the daylight. He wore a clean black tunic stretched tight across his chest, the same blood-stained apron tied around his waist. His hair was messy, jaw set with clear annoyance.

“They’re here,” he said flatly. “Three of them. Loaded with food.”

Your stomach twisted. “What do we do?”

Toji’s green eyes dragged over you — bare legs, wearing nothing but his shirt. Something dark flickered across his face.

“You sold us as newlyweds,” he reminded you, voice low. “So act like it. Smile. Look happy. Keep the story straight.”

He stepped closer and tugged the hem of the shirt down your thighs possessively. “There’s a spare skirt and blouse in the chest. Change. Quickly.”

You moved fast, wincing at the pain in your feet. Toji turned his back while you dressed in the simple dark green skirt and cream blouse. They were a little loose but far more practical.

When you were ready, Toji gave you one last look and jerked his head toward the stairs. “Downstairs. Remember — you’re my wife.”

The three women had already let themselves into the front of the shop. They had laid out a generous spread on the wooden counter: warm bread, a pot of hearty stew, honey cakes, and spiced cider. The moment you appeared behind Toji, their faces lit up.

“Oh, here she is!” the tallest, round-faced woman exclaimed. “Look at you, dear. Much better than last night. I’m Mrs. Sato, by the way! My husband runs the bakery just down the street.” She gestured to the other two. “This is Mira and little Hana.”

The younger women smiled warmly.

“You clean up beautifully,” Mira said. “You already have that newlywed glow!”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks. Toji’s large hand settled heavily on your lower back, warm and claiming.

“Thank you,” you said, offering a shy smile. “You’re all so kind. I’m sorry for how I looked last night… the journey through the forest was harder than I expected.”

Mrs. Sato waved her hand. “No apologies needed! Running away from a bad match to be with the man you love? It’s the most romantic thing to happen in this village in years.”

Toji grunted, his thumb slowly stroking your spine. “Wasn’t exactly planned,” he said dryly. “But here we are.”

The women laughed and chattered while you helped serve the food. They asked how you met, how long you’d been secretly courting, and whether you planned to stay in the village. You answered carefully, sticking close to the story. Toji added short, gruff confirmations, never moving far from your side.

Just as the women were gathering their empty baskets to leave, a loud, sharp knock echoed through the shop.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

This knock was different — heavy, authoritative, and impatient.

Toji’s hand tensed on your back. His expression hardened instantly.

Mrs. Sato glanced toward the door, curious. “Are you expecting more visitors already?”

Toji didn’t answer. He moved toward the door, positioning himself so his broad frame blocked most of the view inside. You stayed behind the counter, heart suddenly hammering.

He opened the door.

Two armed men stood outside, wearing the dark crimson and gold colors of Lord Kato’s household. Swords hung at their hips. Their eyes scanned the interior of the shop coldly.

“We’re searching for a missing girl,” the taller guard announced. “Runaway bride. White wedding dress. She fled the lord’s estate last night. Anyone matching that description come through here?”

The air in the shop grew thick. Mrs. Sato and the other two women turned to look at you with wide eyes, then back at the guards.

Toji’s voice was calm but ice-cold. “No one like that here.”

The second guard tried to peer past him. “Mind if we take a look inside?”

You stayed frozen behind the counter, heart hammering. Before Toji could answer, Mrs. Sato stepped forward with the confidence of someone who had gossiped through every scandal the village had ever seen.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she said brightly, waving a hand. “You boys are wasting your time. That right there is Toji Fushiguro — our butcher for the last fifteen years. We’ve known him since he was a surly teenager dragging whole pigs through these doors!”

Mira immediately jumped in, nodding eagerly. “And he has a wife! They’ve been happily married for two whole years now. We were at their quiet little wedding ourselves. Very romantic.”

Hana clapped her hands together dramatically. “Yes! They’re the sweetest couple. Toji can barely keep his hands off her even when he’s covered in blood. Always canoodling right outside the shop like they’re still courting!”

Mrs. Sato leaned toward the guards like she was sharing precious village lore. “Honestly, if some runaway noble girl in a fancy white dress had shown up here last night, the entire village would’ve known before sunrise. This dear girl has been living above the shop for ages. Helps Toji with the accounts and everything. She’s no fugitive — she’s the butcher’s wife, plain and simple.”

Toji finally moved. He reached back with one thick arm, caught you around the waist, and pulled you forward against his side in one smooth motion. His grip was firm and possessive, his large hand resting heavily on your hip as he held you close.

The guards blinked, clearly thrown by the united front.

The taller one squinted at you. “But the missing girl was wearing a white wedding dress…”

Mira let out a theatrical laugh. “Plenty of white dresses in the world! Our girl here has been wearing plain village clothes for years. Look at her — does she look like some pampered noble who ran away last night?”

Hana nodded vigorously. “Exactly! She even makes the best meat pies in the village. We’d know if she was some lord’s bride.”

The two guards exchanged uncertain glances. Between Toji’s intimidating size, the three women’s absolute certainty, and the perfectly domestic scene in front of them, their suspicion melted away.

The shorter guard cleared his throat. “Seems like a false lead, then. Sorry to bother you folks.”

The taller one gave a reluctant nod. “Apologies for the intrusion. If you hear anything about a girl in a white dress, send word to the lord’s estate.”

Mrs. Sato smiled sweetly. “Of course, dears. Safe travels back!”

The guards turned and walked off down the street without another word.

The moment the door clicked shut, Mrs. Sato burst into laughter and fanned herself. “Well! That was more excitement than we usually get before noon.”

Mira winked at you. “Don’t worry, love. We’ve got your back. No one’s taking the butcher’s wife anywhere.”

Hana grinned. “We’ll spread the word. The whole village will keep an eye out.”

Toji gave them a short, gruff nod. “Appreciate it.”

The women gathered their empty baskets, still buzzing, and finally left with more promises of future visits and gifts.

The shop fell quiet again, morning sunlight streaming peacefully through the windows.

Toji slowly turned to face you. His hand was still on your waist, heavy and warm. For a long moment he just studied you, green eyes dark and intense.

“You’re damn lucky those three are the nosiest women alive,” he muttered. “They just sold that story better than we could’ve.”

He stepped closer, backing you gently against the counter. His voice dropped low, rough around the edges.

“So the whole village’s got our back it seems.” His thumb brushed slowly over your hip bone. “This lie keeps growing. Whole village thinks you’re mine now.”

His gaze dropped to your lips for a heartbeat before returning to your eyes.

“So tell me, runaway… how long do you plan on playing my wife? And how far are you willing to go to make everyone believe it?”

You swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close he was. The counter pressed into your lower back, and Toji’s broad body blocked out most of the morning light. His hand remained heavy on your hip, thumb still tracing slow, absent circles that made your skin prickle beneath the thin blouse.

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t think past getting away from Lord Kato. I just wanted to survive the night.”

Toji hummed, low and thoughtful. He tilted his head slightly, studying your face like he was trying to decide whether you were worth the growing headache you’d brought him.

“Surviving isn’t enough anymore,” he said. “Not after this morning. Those guards will report back. When they don’t find you, Kato will send more men. Maybe even come himself.” His fingers flexed on your hip. “And the whole village now believes you’re mine. If the story breaks, they’ll look like fools. They won’t forgive that easily.”

You met his eyes, heart thudding. “Then what do we do?”

For a moment he didn’t answer. Instead he reached up with his free hand and brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the gesture surprisingly gentle for someone so rough-looking. His calloused fingertips lingered against the side of your neck.

“We lean into it,” he finally said. “Hard. You stay. You act like my wife in public — every smile, every touch, every time someone knocks on that door. No slipping up. No running off when it gets hard.”

He leaned in a fraction closer, voice dropping. “And in private… we figure out the real terms.”

Your breath caught. “Real terms?”

Toji’s scarred mouth curved into a slow, dangerous half-smirk. “You cost me peace and quiet, runaway. You cost me the simple life where nobody bothered me. So you’re going to start paying me back.”

He didn’t elaborate, but the heat in his green eyes made it very clear what kind of payment he had in mind.

“I won’t force you,” he continued, surprising you. “Door’s right there. You can still walk out and take your chances on the road. But if you stay…” His hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. “Then you’re mine until this blows over. Or longer. Depends how good you are at pretending.”

The solid wall of his chest pressed against you, warm and unyielding. You could smell faint traces of smoke, soap, and the metallic hint of blood that never quite left him. Your hands came up instinctively, resting lightly on his abdomen.

“I’m not pretending right now,” you whispered.

Toji’s eyes darkened. For a second you thought he might kiss you — really kiss you — but he held back, letting the tension stretch until it was almost unbearable.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because the village expects a devoted wife. They’ll be watching. Bringing food. Asking questions. Asking when we’re going to have little butchers running around.”

Your face burned. Toji chuckled, deep and rough, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“Don’t worry. We’ll give them a good show.” He finally stepped back, giving you room to breathe again, though his hand lingered on your waist a moment longer. “For now, help me open the shop. Act natural. If anyone else comes asking, you know what to say.”

You nodded, still flushed.

As he turned to start his morning routine — sharpening knives, hanging fresh cuts, preparing the counter — you moved to help where you could. Every time you passed near him, his hand would brush your lower back or arm — small, deliberate touches that looked casual to anyone watching but felt heavy with intent.

By midday, a few villagers had already stopped by “just to say hello” and congratulate the newlyweds. Each time, Toji played his part perfectly — gruff, possessive, pulling you close with an ease that made the performance feel dangerously real.

An older man dropped off a small basket of eggs and clapped Toji on the back. “Didn’t think I’d live to see you settle down, Fushiguro. She must be something special.”

Toji’s arm tightened around your waist as he gave a low grunt. “She is.” His fingers flexed against your side, warm through the fabric of your blouse. You leaned into him instinctively, playing along, and felt the solid wall of muscle beneath his tunic.

A young mother came next with her toddler in tow, offering a jar of preserved berries. She smiled at you brightly. “You two look so good together. How long have you been hiding her from us, Toji?”

“Long enough,” he answered, voice rough but carrying a hint of smugness. He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the top of your head right in front of her. The casual affection made your stomach flutter.

By early afternoon the steady trickle of visitors finally slowed. Toji flipped the shop sign to “Closed for the Day” and locked the front door with a heavy click. The sudden silence felt louder than all the chatter combined.

You let out a shaky breath and leaned against the counter, arms wrapped around yourself. “They really believe it. All of them.”

Toji wiped his hands on a rag, watching you from across the room. He tossed the rag aside and stalked toward you, slow and deliberate.

Gods, he was huge.

Up close like this, in the quiet afternoon light, the sheer size of him hit you all over again. Broad shoulders that seemed to stretch the fabric of his black tunic, thick arms corded with muscle from years of hauling heavy carcasses, a powerful chest that rose and fell steadily. The jagged scar at the corner of his mouth only made him more striking — dangerous, rough, and strangely, undeniably attractive. Those sharp green eyes pinned you in place, intimidating as ever, yet there was something magnetic about the way he moved. Like a predator who knew exactly how much power he held and chose not to use it… yet.

He stopped right in front of you, so close you had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. One large hand came up to cup your chin, thumb brushing along your jaw.

“You’re handling this better than I expected,” he said quietly.

You felt your pulse quicken under his touch. “I feel like I’m going to faint every time someone looks at me.”

His thumb stroked slowly over your skin. “You’re not fainting. You’re standing here in my shop, wearing my clothes, letting me touch you like you belong to me.” His voice dropped lower. “Looks pretty convincing from where I’m standing.”

The air between you thickened. You could smell the faint mix of blood, woodsmoke, and clean sweat that clung to him. His sheer physical presence was overwhelming — the heat rolling off his massive frame, the way his broad chest nearly brushed against you with every breath.

“What happens when the guards come back?” you asked, voice softer than you intended.

Toji’s expression darkened. “Then we give them the same show. Or I handle it my way.” His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair. “But right now? Shop’s closed. No more visitors. No more pretending for a little while.”

He didn’t move away. Neither did you.

Instead, you found yourself leaning into his touch, exhaustion and adrenaline twisting into something warmer, heavier. Your hands rose to rest on his chest, feeling the hard, solid muscle beneath your palms.

“Toji…” you started, unsure what you even wanted to say.

He cut you off with a low sound. “Careful. You keep saying my name like that and I might start believing this marriage is real myself.”

His grip on the back of your neck tightened just slightly — not painful, but enough to remind you how easily he could pull you in. His green eyes dropped to your mouth, lingering this time, dark with hunger.

“You still haven’t answered my question from earlier,” he murmured. “How far are you willing to go, runaway?”

The shop was quiet except for the distant sounds of village life outside. No one was watching now. It was just the two of you, the weight of the lie, and the growing, electric heat between you.

You wet your lips, heart racing.

“I’m still here,” you whispered. “That should tell you something.”

Toji’s scarred mouth curved into a slow, hungry smirk.

“Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “It does.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than before. The shop was quiet now, the afternoon light cutting sharp lines across the wooden floor and the rows of knives hanging on the wall. Toji didn’t step back. He stayed right there, towering over you, one hand still gripping the back of your neck while the other rested heavy on your hip.

He really was massive up close.

Broad shoulders that strained his tunic, thick arms veined and scarred from years of brutal work, a chest so solid it looked like it could take a hit from a horse and keep going. The scar at the corner of his mouth gave his face a permanent edge, dangerous and rough. Yet there was something about the way he looked at you — intense green eyes, half-lidded, focused — that made your stomach tighten in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

Toji noticed you staring.

“Eyes up here,” he muttered, but the corner of his scarred mouth twitched like he was amused. “You keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna get the wrong idea.”

You swallowed. “I’ve never been this close to someone like you.”

“Someone like me,” he repeated, almost mocking. He leaned in a little more, voice dropping low. “Big, ugly butcher covered in blood half the time?”

You shook your head. “Not ugly.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them. Toji paused, eyes narrowing slightly like he was trying to decide if you were lying. Then he let out a short, rough breath.

His thumb brushed slowly along the side of your neck, calloused and warm. You could feel the strength in his hand, how easily he could tighten his grip if he wanted. The contrast between that raw power and the way he was holding back made the air feel thick.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he said quietly. His gaze dropped to your mouth for a second before flicking back up. “I’m not a patient man, runaway. And I’m definitely not a gentle one.”

Your hands were still pressed against his chest. Under your palms, his muscles were firm and warm, shifting slightly with each breath. You didn’t pull away.

“I know,” you whispered.

Toji’s jaw flexed. For a moment his control looked strained — shoulders tense, fingers pressing harder into your skin. He leaned down until his face was inches from yours, close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath.

“If you stay,” he said, voice low and deliberate, “this stops being fake whenever I say it does. Behind this door, you won’t be playing a role. You’ll be in my bed. Under me. Taking what I give you.” His thumb dragged across your lower lip. “And you’ll moan my name like you mean it.”

Your breath caught.

Toji held your gaze for another long second, then slowly released you. He stepped back, rolling one shoulder like he needed to shake off the tension. The sudden space felt colder than it should have.

“But not right now,” he added gruffly. “You’re still half-dead on your feet and I’ve got work to finish before the meat spoils.”

He turned toward the back counter and picked up his sharpening stone. The steady scrape of metal filled the shop as he worked on one of his larger knives. You stayed by the front counter, watching the way his back and arms moved — powerful, efficient, every motion reminding you exactly what kind of man had just offered to claim you.

Every so often he glanced over at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged. Heavy with everything neither of you was saying out loud.

After a while, Toji spoke without looking up from his work.

“You hungry?”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden normal question. “A little.”

He jerked his head toward the stairs. “There’s leftover stew from this morning in the pot upstairs. Heat it up if you want. Or stay down here. Doesn’t matter to me.”

You hesitated, then moved to help him organize the counter instead. Every time you passed close by, his arm would brush yours — deliberate, not accidental. Small reminders that the tension hadn’t gone anywhere.

The afternoon stretched on like that. Quiet work. Occasional glances. The weight of his presence never really leaving you.

By the time the sun had fully set and the village outside grew dark and quiet, the tension between you had only thickened. Lanterns flickered in distant windows, but inside the butcher shop everything felt hushed and intimate.

Toji locked the front door with a heavy click and killed most of the lanterns, leaving only a single low one burning near the stairs. The warm glow followed you both upstairs, casting long shadows across the wooden beams.

He grabbed a spare blanket from the chest and headed for the worn couch against the far wall without a word. The piece of furniture looked comically small beneath his massive frame as he tossed the blanket over it. Then he reached back and pulled his tunic off in one smooth motion.

Your mouth went dry.

Firelight danced over his bare back and shoulders — thick slabs of muscle shifting under scarred skin, powerful arms flexing as he folded the tunic. His waist tapered into a sharp V, disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers. Every inch of him looked hard, battle-worn, and undeniably masculine. The sight made something low in your belly tighten.

You stood frozen in the bedroom doorway.

“Wait,” you said, voice barely louder than a whisper.

Toji glanced over his shoulder, one dark brow raised. The movement made the muscles in his chest and abdomen flex visibly.

You twisted your fingers in the hem of your blouse, cheeks already burning.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” you offered shyly. “The bed is… big enough for both of us. I don’t mind sharing.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Toji slowly turned around to face you fully. The low firelight carved deep shadows across his torso, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every old scar, the faint trail of dark hair disappearing into his trousers. He looked even bigger like this — raw power barely contained, green eyes locked on you with dangerous intensity.

He took one slow step closer, then another.

“Careful what you offer me, runaway,” he said, voice low and gravel-rough. “I’m not the type to hold back.”

You swallowed hard but didn’t back away.

“I just… it doesn’t feel right making you sleep on that tiny thing after everything,” you murmured, eyes flicking involuntarily down his bare chest before snapping back up. “We’re supposed to be married. At least to everyone else.”

Toji stopped just inches away from you. The heat radiating from his body wrapped around you like a cloak. You could smell him — smoke, clean sweat, and that faint metallic trace that always clung to his skin. His sheer size made you feel small and fragile in comparison.

He tilted his head, studying you like prey.

“You offering to share my bed isn’t about being polite,” he murmured. “If I get in that bed with you, I’m not staying on my side. I’ll pull you against me. I’ll have my hands all over that soft little body. And if you keep looking at me with those wide, needy eyes…”

He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke.

“I won’t be able to stop myself from spreading those pretty thighs and finding out exactly how wet pretending to be my wife has made you.”

Your breath hitched sharply. Heat flooded your face and pooled between your legs. You pressed your thighs together instinctively, but Toji noticed — of course he did. A dark, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest.

He pulled back just enough to look at your face again, eyes heavy-lidded and hungry.

“I’m not gentle,” he continued, voice dropping even lower. “I fuck hard. I take what I want. And right now, I want to ruin that shy little runaway who dropped to her knees at my door and turned my whole life upside down.”

His hand came up, knuckles lightly dragging down the side of your neck, over your racing pulse, then lower until they brushed the neckline of your blouse. Not quite touching skin, but close enough to make you shiver.

“So think very carefully before you offer again,” he warned. “Because once I’m in that bed, the only pretending left will be how long you can keep quiet while I’m buried inside you.”

The air felt too thick to breathe.

Toji’s scarred mouth curved into a slow, predatory smirk as he watched the effect his words had on you.

“Still want to share a bed with me… wife?”

Toji’s words hung heavy in the air.

You didn’t answer with words.

You looked up at him, heart hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat, and gave a small, shy nod.

That was all it took.

Toji’s control snapped. A low, almost feral sound rumbled in his chest as he moved. In one fluid motion he scooped you up, one thick arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you like you weighed nothing. Your breath caught at how easily he carried you — his biceps flexing hard against your body, the heat of his bare chest pressing into your side.

He carried you the few steps to the bed and laid you down on your back with surprising care, but the look in his eyes was anything but gentle. The mattress dipped deeply under his weight as he climbed over you, caging you in completely with his massive frame. His broad shoulders blocked out most of the firelight, leaving you in shadow beneath him.

“You a virgin?” he asked, voice low and rough, green eyes searching yours like he was looking for any hesitation.

You nodded again, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Fuck,” he breathed, the word almost reverent. His gaze darkened as it dragged slowly down your body. “Gonna have to take my time with you then. Can’t wreck this tight little virgin cunt on the first thrust.”

He kissed you deeply, tongue claiming your mouth in slow, filthy strokes while his rough hands explored every inch of you. He took his time peeling your clothes off — first tugging your blouse over your head, then sliding your skirt down your legs, and finally hooking his fingers into your soaked panties and dragging them off. When you were completely naked beneath him, he sat back on his heels and just stared, drinking in every inch of your exposed body like a man who’d been starving for weeks.

“So fucking small,” he muttered, almost to himself. His large hands ran up your thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin on the inside, then spread your legs wide open. “Look at this pretty virgin pussy… already glistening and I’ve barely touched you.”

The cool air hit your wet folds and you shivered. Toji’s eyes were locked between your legs, dark and hungry, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He lowered himself between your spread thighs like a man on a mission. The first slow, hot drag of his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit made your entire body jolt. Toji groaned deeply at your taste, the sound vibrating straight through you.

“Sweet as hell,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Could eat this pussy for hours.”

Then he devoured you.

His tongue worked in slow, broad strokes, licking every inch of your soaked folds before focusing on your swollen clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his hot mouth, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue while two thick fingers teased your entrance, circling and pressing but not pushing in yet. When you started whimpering and rolling your hips, he finally pushed one thick finger inside you — careful, but relentless.

“So goddamn tight,” he growled against your pussy, the vibration making your toes curl. “This little hole is gonna fight my cock the whole way in.”

He curled his finger slowly, searching, until he found that spongy spot that made your back arch. He rubbed it firmly while sucking harder on your clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the quiet bedroom — slick, filthy, and loud. Your thighs started trembling around his head as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

“Toji— oh gods—”

He didn’t let up. He ate you out like he was starving for it — messy, hungry, and completely focused on pulling every sound out of you. He added a second finger, stretching you open carefully, scissoring them while his tongue flicked fast and firm over your clit. The pressure built unbearably fast.

Your orgasm crashed over you without warning. Your back arched clean off the bed as you came hard on his face with a broken, sobbing cry of his name. Your walls clamped down around his fingers, pulsing wildly.

Toji licked you through every wave, slow and thorough, drawing out every last tremor until you were twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly. Only then did he pull back. His chin and lips were shiny with your slick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and satisfied as he looked up at your flushed, panting face.

Then he shoved his trousers down.

His cock sprang free — thick, heavy, veined, and longer than anything you’d ever imagined. The flushed head was already leaking steadily.

“See this?” he said, stroking himself slowly. “This is gonna stretch you wide open, baby. But I’ll make it fit.”

He climbed back over you, pushing your legs up and folding your knees toward your chest. The position left you completely exposed. He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down your drenched folds, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your clit with every pass.

“Deep breaths,” he warned. “Gonna go slow.”

He pushed in.

The stretch was intense. You gasped sharply, a high-pitched whimper escaping you as just the thick head popped inside. “Ah—! Toji… it’s so big…”

Toji groaned, jaw clenched tight as he fought the urge to slam forward. “Fuck— so tight,” he hissed. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”

You whimpered softly, fingers clutching at his shoulders. “It burns… but— ah— don’t stop…”

He worked himself in inch by slow, careful inch. Every time you tensed, he stopped, leaning down to kiss your neck or suck on your tits until you loosened again. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the restraint.

Halfway in, you let out a shaky moan, eyes fluttering. “Oh gods… I can feel you so deep already…”

Toji looked down at the bulge already forming in your lower belly. “Shit… look at that,” he groaned, pressing a big hand over the swell. “My cock’s barely halfway and I can already see it inside you.”

When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against your ass, you felt so full you could barely breathe. A broken whimper left your lips. “T-Toji… you’re all the way in… I feel so full…”

Toji stayed still, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust while he kissed you slow and deep. “Good girl,” he praised, voice strained. “Taking every inch of my cock on your first time. Such a perfect little wife.”

When your whimpers turned into soft, needy moans, he started moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips at first. The wet drag of his thick cock against your walls made you cry out.

“Feel that?” he growled. “Feel how deep I am? Gonna breed this cunt so full tonight.”

“Ah—! Yes… I feel it,” you moaned, voice trembling. “It’s so deep… Toji—!”

His pace gradually picked up. The bed started creaking rhythmically as he fucked you harder, deeper. Your tits bounced with every thrust. You couldn’t stop the desperate sounds spilling from your mouth.

“Gonna fill you up,” he panted. “Pump this tight womb full of my cum until it takes. Want you walking around the village with my kid growing inside you. Everyone’s gonna know exactly who fucked you first.”

The filthy words sent you spiraling. “Please— Toji— I’m gonna—!” You came hard around his cock, walls fluttering and squeezing him like a vice as you screamed his name, “Toji—! Ahh—!”

Toji snarled and fucked you through it, pace turning brutal. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed loudly.

“Fuck— gonna cum,” he groaned. “Gonna breed you— take it all—”

You whimpered and moaned beneath him, voice hoarse, “Cum inside me… please— fill me up—!”

He slammed in deep one final time and came with a long, guttural moan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy, pulse after heavy pulse. There was so much it leaked out around his cock despite how tightly you were stretched around him. Toji kept grinding deep, pushing every drop into your womb, hand pressing down on the bulge in your belly like he wanted to keep it all inside you.

You let out a soft, overwhelmed whimper at the feeling of being so full of him.

He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, chest heaving against yours, both of you slick with sweat.

Then he leaned down, kissed you slow and possessive, and murmured against your lips:

“This cunt belongs to me.”

Toji stayed inside you for a while longer, gently grinding and kissing your neck, before he finally pulled out with a low groan. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from your abused hole onto the sheets. He looked down at the mess with dark satisfaction, then rolled onto his back and pulled you against his chest.

“Rest now,” he said quietly, voice rough but surprisingly gentle as he wrapped a heavy arm around you. “You’ve had a long day, runaway. Close your eyes.”

He pressed one last kiss to the top of your head, his large hand resting possessively on your lower belly.

“Go to sleep.”

-

You woke up to warmth.

A heavy, solid arm was draped across your waist, pinning you to a broad chest. Toji’s body was curled around yours from behind, one thick thigh wedged between your legs. His breathing was slow and deep, but the moment you shifted even slightly, his grip tightened possessively.

The room was still dim, early morning light just beginning to creep through the small window. Your body ached — a deep, satisfying soreness between your thighs, faint bruises on your hips from his fingers, and the unmistakable sticky warmth of his cum still leaking out of you.

You tried to move again, but Toji’s low, sleepy growl stopped you.

“Stay,” he muttered against the back of your neck, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid down to cup your lower belly, pressing lightly. “Not done holding you yet.”

Heat rushed to your face. You stayed still, letting him pull you tighter against him. His cock — already half-hard again — rested heavy against your ass.

After a few quiet minutes, Toji sighed and finally loosened his grip. He rolled you onto your back so he could look down at you. His hair was messy, eyes still heavy-lidded, but the smirk on his scarred mouth was fully awake.

“Morning,” he said, voice gravelly. His hand stayed on your stomach, thumb stroking slow circles. “How’re you feeling?”

You shifted, wincing a little at the soreness. “Full… and sore,” you admitted softly.

Toji’s smirk widened into something darker, more satisfied. He leaned down and kissed you — slow and lazy at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against yours. When he pulled back, he dragged his hand lower, fingers brushing through the mess between your thighs.

“Still leaking my cum,” he murmured, almost proud. “Good.”

He pushed two thick fingers back inside you, slow and careful, fucking his dried cum deeper. You whimpered, hips twitching.

“Toji—”

“Shh,” he soothed, kissing your temple. “Not fucking you again right now. You’re too sore.” He kept his fingers inside you anyway, lazy and possessive. “Just keeping you full.”

You stayed like that for a while — his fingers buried inside you, his mouth brushing lazy kisses along your neck and shoulder. The morning was quiet except for the occasional creak of the bed and your soft sounds.

Eventually he pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while watching your face.

“Breakfast,” he said simply. “Then we open the shop.”

He got up first, completely naked and shameless. You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at the powerful lines of his back, the flex of his ass and thighs as he moved. He caught you looking and chuckled.

“Keep staring like that and I will bend you over the table downstairs,” he warned.

You quickly looked away, cheeks burning.

He tossed you one of his clean shirts and a fresh skirt. While you dressed, he pulled on his usual trousers and tank top, tying his blood-stained apron around his waist.

Before you left the bedroom, he caught your wrist and pulled you close one more time. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“Last night wasn’t pretend,” he said quietly, eyes serious. “Not for me. You’re mine. Understand?”

You swallowed and whispered, “I understand.”

He kissed you again — hard, claiming — then rested his forehead against yours for a second.

“Good.”

He led you downstairs, his hand firm on your lower back the entire way.

The village was waking up outside. And for the first time since you’d run away, you didn’t feel like running anymore.

Toji unlocked the front door and flipped the sign while you tied on a clean apron. The morning air carried the smell of fresh bread from Mrs. Sato’s bakery and the distant clang of the blacksmith’s hammer. A few early customers began drifting toward the shop.

The first hour passed in a surprisingly calm rhythm. You helped weigh portions, wrap cuts of meat in clean paper, and hand them over with a shy smile. Toji stayed close the whole time — sometimes reaching past you for a knife, sometimes resting a hand on your waist as he moved behind you. Every touch felt deliberate, like he was marking his territory even when no one was watching.

Then the bell above the door rang again.

A tall, sun-tanned man with kind eyes and an easy, friendly smile stepped inside. He looked to be in his late twenties, with the strong build of someone who spent his days working the fields. He greeted Toji with a familiar nod.

“Morning, Fushiguro. The usual shoulder cut, please.” His gaze shifted to you behind the counter and softened with genuine interest. “You must be the new wife everyone’s been talking about. I’m Haru. I run the big farm past the mill.”

You returned his smile politely. “Nice to meet you, Haru.”

He watched as you carefully wrapped his order, your hands still a little clumsy with the butcher paper. “It’s good to see a new face around here,” he said warmly. “You seem really kind. Gentle. The kind of person who makes a place feel brighter just by being in it.” He rubbed the back of his neck, almost shyly. “If you ever need anything — extra vegetables from the farm, help carrying something heavy, or just someone to talk to when things get quiet — my door’s always open. Wouldn’t want you feeling lonely so soon after moving in.”

You tilted your head, completely oblivious to any hidden meaning, and gave him a grateful smile. “That’s very kind of you. Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Before you could say anything else, the air behind you changed.

Toji’s large hand settled heavily on your hip, fingers digging in with clear possession as he pulled you back firmly against his chest. His other arm slid around your waist, locking you in place.

“She won’t be needing anything,” Toji said, his voice low and dangerously even. “I take care of my wife.”

Haru blinked, the friendly smile faltering as he finally registered the tension rolling off the butcher. “Of course. I was just… being neighborly.”

Toji’s grip on your hip tightened. “Neighborly is saying hello. The rest sounded like something else.”

The silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable. Haru swallowed hard, quickly paid for his meat, and muttered a polite goodbye before leaving without another word. The door swung shut behind him with a soft jingle.

The second he was gone, Toji spun you around and backed you against the counter. His green eyes were dark, jaw clenched tight with barely-contained jealousy. One big hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb pressing lightly against your bottom lip.

“You really didn’t notice?” he muttered, voice rough.

You shook your head, genuinely confused. “He was just being nice…”

Toji let out a short, irritated breath and leaned in closer, forehead almost touching yours. “He wasn’t just being nice. He was testing the waters. Seeing if my wife might be open to something else. Offering you a soft place to land if you ever got tired of me.”

His other hand slid under your skirt, fingers brushing between your thighs and finding you still slick from the night before. You gasped softly as he pushed two thick fingers inside you without warning, curling them slowly.

“Toji—”

“Mine,” he growled quietly against your ear, pumping his fingers in a lazy rhythm. “This pussy is mine. You are mine. I don’t want you smiling so sweetly at other men. Understand?”

You whimpered, clutching his shoulders as pleasure sparked through your still-sensitive body. “I understand…”

He kissed you then — hard, possessive, and hungry — while his fingers continued their slow, deliberate strokes. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were still dark with jealousy.

“Next time someone talks to you like that,” he said, voice low, “you let me handle it.”

He reluctantly withdrew his fingers, straightened your skirt, and stepped back like nothing had happened. But the tension in his shoulders and the dark look in his eyes remained.

“Back to work,” he said gruffly, still clearly worked up.

You nodded, legs shaky, heart racing, and turned back to the counter.

The rest of the morning passed with Toji staying even closer than before — a constant, heavy, possessive presence at your side. Every time another customer entered, his hand found your waist or lower back, silently reminding everyone (and you) exactly who you belonged to.

The rest of the morning dragged on with the same heavy tension.

Every time a male customer stepped through the door, Toji’s demeanor shifted. His hand would find your waist, your hip, or the small of your back — a silent, unmistakable claim. He answered questions in short, clipped tones and watched the men with sharp, warning eyes. You tried to focus on wrapping orders and smiling politely, but the constant possessiveness was becoming impossible to ignore.

By early afternoon, when the shop finally quieted again, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

You turned to him while he was wiping down the counter.

“Toji,” you said softly, “you’re being too much.”

He paused, setting the rag down slowly. When he looked at you, his green eyes had gone dark.

“Too much?” he repeated, voice low and deceptively calm.

You swallowed but stood your ground. “Yes. The constant touching, the glaring at every man who even looks at me... They’re just customers.”

Toji stared at you for a long, heavy beat. Then he slowly walked around the counter, backing you up until your hips hit the edge. He caged you in with his massive frame, one hand braced beside you on the wood, the other coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You think I’m being too possessive?” he murmured, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Tell me something, wife… What kind of husband would I be if I let other men think they can have access to what’s mine?”

His voice was rough, low, and dangerous. “If I smiled and stepped aside while they flirted with you? While they offered you help and soft words like they had any right to you?”

He leaned in closer, breath hot against your ear. “I’d be a fucking joke. A weak man who doesn’t know how to protect what belongs to him. And I’m not weak.”

His free hand slid under your skirt without warning, fingers pushing between your thighs. You were bare underneath. The moment his calloused fingertips brushed your folds, he groaned softly — low and rough — when he found you already wet again.

“Already soaked,” he muttered, voice thick with satisfaction. “Complaining about me being too possessive, but your pussy is dripping the second I touch you.”

“Toji—” you whimpered, hips twitching as two thick fingers pushed inside you in one smooth motion. The stretch made you gasp, your walls still tender and sensitive from the night before.

He curled his fingers slowly, deliberately, stroking that spongy spot deep inside you while his thumb found your swollen clit and rubbed tight, firm circles. His mouth latched onto your neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark, teeth grazing your skin as he worked you open.

You moaned, loud and broken, clutching desperately at his broad shoulders. Your legs trembled around his wrist as pleasure sparked hot and fast through your body.

“You can tell me I’m too much,” he growled against your throat, biting down lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue. “But we both know the truth. You like it when I act like this. You like knowing no one else can touch you. You like being mine.”

His fingers pumped faster, curling with every thrust, the wet, obscene sounds of your arousal filling the quiet shop. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the pleasure even as your thighs shook.

“Ah— Toji… please—” you moaned, voice cracking. Your head fell back, exposing more of your neck to him. He took full advantage, sucking and biting along your skin while his fingers drove deeper, faster.

You were right there — teetering on the edge, muscles tightening around his thick fingers — when he suddenly pulled his hand away completely.

You let out a desperate, needy whine, hips chasing his fingers uselessly. Your core throbbed, aching and empty.

“Toji…!” you whimpered, voice hoarse and frustrated, eyes glassy with unshed tears of need. “Please— I was so close…”

Toji smirked, dark and satisfied, eyes gleaming with lust as he watched you squirm. He brought his glistening fingers up between you, holding them in front of your face so you could see how wet they were — coated in your slick right up to his knuckles.

“Open,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

You obeyed instantly, parting your lips. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, letting you taste yourself as you sucked them clean, tongue swirling around them obediently. His green eyes darkened further, pupils blown wide as he watched you.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with arousal. “Look at you… so fucking eager. Whining because I stopped, sucking my fingers like you’d do anything for my cock right now.”

He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop and leaned in, kissing you deeply, tasting you on your own tongue. When he pulled back, his breath was ragged.

“You can complain about me being possessive all you want,” he said, voice dark and low, “but your body doesn’t lie. This pussy knows exactly who it belongs to.”

He suddenly lifted you onto the counter with ease, as if you weighed nothing. The wood was cool against the backs of your thighs as he shoved your skirt all the way up to your waist in one rough motion, baring your dripping pussy completely. He stepped between your spread thighs, his broad body forcing your legs wider apart until your knees were nearly touching your shoulders.

His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging deep into your soft flesh with unmistakable ownership. With his other hand, he freed his cock — thick, heavy, and already throbbing. The veined shaft glistened as he stroked himself once, slowly, eyes locked on your exposed, glistening cunt.

“Since you think I’m too possessive,” he said, voice rough and dangerous, “I’m going to remind you exactly why I am.”

He rubbed the fat, leaking head of his cock up and down your soaked folds, coating every thick inch in your slick. He teased your swollen clit with every slow pass, tapping it lightly until your hips jerked and you let out a needy whimper.

“Toji… please—”

Without another word, he pushed in with one deep, powerful thrust.

You cried out sharply, back arching hard off the counter as the thick head forced its way inside, stretching you wide open. The sudden, overwhelming fullness stole your breath. Toji groaned deeply, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke, his hips flush against your ass.

“Fuck… still so tight,” he growled, voice strained with pleasure. “Even after I filled you last night. This greedy little cunt keeps sucking me in like it doesn’t want to let go.”

He didn’t give you any time to adjust. He started fucking you hard and deep, the heavy wooden counter creaking loudly under the force of every brutal thrust. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the empty shop as he claimed you right there in the middle of the day.

“Mine,” he snarled against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave another dark mark. “Say it.”

“I’m yours— ah— Toji—!” you moaned, voice breaking as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into his lower back.

He fucked you even harder, hips snapping forward with powerful, punishing strokes. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, loud and filthy. One of his big hands reached between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, tight circles.

“That’s right,” he panted, breath hot against your ear. “My wife. My pussy. No one else gets to look at you the way I do. No one else gets to touch you. No one else even gets to fucking think about you.”

Your moans grew louder and more desperate, your walls fluttering around his thick cock with every deep thrust. The counter shook beneath you. Your tits bounced wildly inside your blouse with the force of his movements.

He suddenly leaned back slightly, gripping your thighs and spreading you even wider as he drove into you. The new angle made him hit even deeper, the bulge in your lower belly becoming visible with every thrust.

“Look at that,” he groaned, eyes fixed on the spot where his cock disappeared inside you. “You’re taking me so fucking deep. This tight cunt was made for my cock.”

You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside you. “Toji—! It’s too deep— ahh—!”

“You can take it,” he growled, fucking you harder. “You’re going to take everything I give you.”

Your orgasm crashed over you without warning — fast, violent, and overwhelming. Your walls clenched hard around his cock, fluttering and squeezing as waves of intense pleasure tore through your body. You screamed his name, thighs shaking violently around his waist.

Toji snarled like a beast, his rhythm turning erratic and savage as he fucked you through your climax. He kept pounding into you, chasing his own release, hips slamming against yours with wet, filthy sounds.

But he didn’t cum.

Instead, he suddenly slowed his thrusts, grinding deep and slow, keeping you right on the edge of overstimulation. His breathing was ragged, sweat glistening on his chest and neck.

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy, possessive kiss while still buried deep inside you.

“You’re not done yet,” he murmured against your lips, voice dark and full of promise. “We’re nowhere near finished.”

Before you could catch your breath, Toji pulled out of you with a wet, obscene sound. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, your pussy clenching around nothing, already missing the thick stretch of him. But he didn’t give you any time to protest.

In one swift, powerful motion, he flipped you over onto your stomach across the counter. Your chest pressed against the cool, smooth surface, your cheek resting on the wood as he yanked your hips back and up, forcing your ass high in the air. Your skirt was still bunched uselessly around your waist, leaving you completely exposed — bent over like a whore in the middle of his shop.

Toji kicked your legs wider apart with his foot, then pressed one large hand firmly between your shoulder blades, pinning you down hard against the counter.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, voice thick with raw lust. “Bent over my counter like a proper little wife. Ass up, pussy dripping for me.”

He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing your swollen, abused pussy completely. Without any warning, he spat directly onto your folds — a thick, warm glob of saliva landing right on your clit and dripping down. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation, your hips twitching.

Toji groaned at the sight and used two thick fingers to rub his spit into your pussy, mixing it with your own slick, pushing it inside you. Then he brought his palm down hard on your ass with a loud, resounding smack.

The sharp sting bloomed hot across your skin. You cried out, jolting forward on the counter.

“Stay still,” he ordered, voice rough. He smacked the other cheek even harder, watching the way your flesh jiggled and turned pink under his hand. “This ass is mine too. Every fucking inch of you is mine.”

You moaned helplessly, pushing back against him despite the sting. Toji lined up the thick head of his cock again and thrust back inside you in one brutal, deep stroke.

The new angle made him feel impossibly bigger, reaching even deeper. You moaned loudly, fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth wooden counter as he immediately started fucking you hard and fast.

The counter creaked loudly under the force of his powerful thrusts. Each snap of his hips drove his thick cock impossibly deep, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the empty shop. Toji’s hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold, pulling you back onto his cock with every stroke like he was using you.

“Fuck— this pussy feels even better like this,” he groaned, voice rough and strained. He smacked your ass again, harder this time, watching the way your flesh rippled red under his palm. “So fucking wet. You like being bent over and used like this, don’t you?”

“Yes— ah— Toji—!” you moaned, cheek pressed against the cool counter, eyes fluttering shut. Every brutal thrust made your breasts press harder into the wood, your sensitive nipples dragging against it.

Toji reached forward and fisted a hand in your hair, pulling your head back slightly as he fucked you even harder. His hips slammed against your ass with wet, filthy sounds. He spat on your pussy again, right where his thick cock was stretching you open, and used his thumb to rub the saliva into your swollen clit.

“Such a messy little wife,” he panted, smacking your ass repeatedly between thrusts — sharp, stinging slaps that made you clench tighter around him. “Dripping all over my counter. Taking my cock so deep like you were made for it. Look at this greedy cunt swallowing every inch.”

Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. The combination of his brutal pace, the stinging heat on your ass, and the filthy words pushed you right to the edge again.

Toji leaned over you, his broad chest pressing against your back, his breath hot and ragged against your ear as he kept pounding into you without mercy.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he growled, smacking your ass one more time, hard enough to make you yelp.

“You—! It belongs to you— Toji—!” you cried out, voice hoarse and desperate.

He snarled in satisfaction and fucked you even harder, the counter shaking beneath you. His hand slipped between your legs again, rubbing your clit fast and rough.

You came with a broken scream, your walls clamping down hard around his thick cock, thighs shaking violently as intense pleasure tore through you.

Toji groaned loudly as your orgasm triggered his own. He slammed in deep one final time and came hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. He kept grinding into you slowly, pushing every drop as deep as possible, his hips pressed tight against your reddened ass.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the shop were your heavy breathing and the faint drip of his cum leaking out of you onto the floor.

Toji stayed buried inside you, leaning over your back and kissing the back of your neck possessively.

“Still think I’m being too possessive?” he murmured against your skin, voice dark and satisfied.

You could only whimper in response, too overwhelmed to form words. Your body was trembling, pressed against the counter, pussy still fluttering weakly around his thick cock. Every small shift made you feel the mess he’d left inside you — warm, sticky, and so full it was leaking down your thighs.

Toji let out a low, rumbling sound of approval. He stayed deep for a long moment, grinding slow and lazy, pushing his cum even deeper as if he couldn’t stand the thought of any of it escaping. His large hand smoothed over the reddened skin of your ass where he’d spanked you, almost soothing now, before giving one last firm squeeze.

“Answer me,” he said quietly, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“…No,” you breathed, voice hoarse and shaky. “I don’t.”

He hummed, clearly pleased. He finally pulled out slowly, watching with dark eyes as a thick trail of his cum dripped from your abused hole onto the floor. The sight made him groan softly.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” he muttered. He used two fingers to push some of the leaking cum back inside you, then straightened your skirt with surprising care.

Toji helped you stand on shaky legs, turning you to face him. He cupped your jaw with one hand, thumb brushing your flushed cheek as he studied your expression — eyes glassy, lips swollen, hair messy.

“You’re going to feel me for the rest of the day,” he said, voice low. “Every step. Every time you move. I want you thinking about who fucked you over this counter.”

He leaned in and kissed you — slower this time, but still deep and possessive. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for a brief second.

“Clean yourself up a little,” he told you, pressing one last kiss to your temple. “We’ve still got half a day left.”

Toji stepped back, tucking himself away and adjusting his apron like nothing had happened, though the dark, satisfied glint in his eyes remained.

You stood there on unsteady legs, heart still racing, feeling the unmistakable warmth of his cum slowly leaking down your inner thighs.

And somehow, you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain.

a/n: aren't the old hags kinda iconic? lmk what you think and if you'd be interested in a part two! likes and reblogs appreciated!!

You'd been dodging his texts and calls all week prior, so when he caught sight of you fishing through an assortment of vegetables at the local grocery store, he figured he couldn't have asked for a better opportunity to speak with you.

It's been about fifteen minutes since he started running that big mouth of his and yet most of his words seem to be going through one ear and out the other.

Why? Because it's obvious he wants you to watch Megumi for free tonight.

His hair was a mess of dark tresses like always and the casual wear he wore to conceal his unfairly beefy body never failed to coax your eyes into dipping towards places they probably shouldn't have—catching the way his broad shoulders strained against the worn-out black shirt he had on.

You listened keenly while he complained though, giving short nods as if you didn't know where he was going with the bullshit list of complaints he was dumping on you…

"—Said all that to say, I need ya' tonight, but I don't have the money," And there it was. Toji finished off with a heavy exhale, staring at you with those heavyset green eyes of his and waiting for some sort of reaction.

He’d spent all that time listing bills, repairs, school fees—and a bunch of other extra stuff—in hopes of properly fooling you.

You halfway roll your eyes at the man, having seen straight through him from the beginning. “I dunno, Mr. Fushiguro. The last time we had this conversation, I ended up watchin’ Megumi for a whole month—free of charge.” You reminded him sternly.

Toji often had a way of letting that intimately-shaded gaze of his silently convince you into giving him what he wanted. You hated how easily you’d fallen for it in the past but it was finally time to put your foot down and somewhat stand up for yourself.

His eyes would flick over you without a single care in the world as to whether or not you caught onto the heat behind them and his jaw neatly sat taut with the tension of stress in between his words, “I know, I know. But, c’mon, y’know m’good for it… eventually. I paid ya’ back, didn’t I?”

You shrug rather sheepishly before glancing towards the shopping cart full of groceries in front of you, “Yeah, after another three weeks of reminding you to.”

Toji clicks his tongue and steps closer, the scent of his thickly cheap cologne seeping into your space in a way that made you feel hot. “That won’t happen this time, I promise. It’s jus’ for one night. Can’t you do that for me?”

You look at him, trying to ignore how his gaze unreasonably has you second guessing your will to say no. “I have other kids to watch over tonight, Mr. Fushiguro. Other kids whose father's pay me on time.”

“Fuck those kids,” Toji puffs out without thinking. He quickly regrets his words when he sees the look of disapproval plastered all over your face. Clearing his throat, “Megumi is your favorite to look over, no?”

“He's quieter in comparison to the rest so, sometimes, yeah.” You explain to him honestly. Your full attention diverts from him as you reach over for the item you'd been scouring aisles for prior to him approaching you, dumping it into your cart after.

Toji has to refrain from acting like a big ole brat in reaction to not exactly getting his way with you. Sighing, “Then why is this even up for debate?” He asks before inching closer to your cart and then placing a hand on its edge to lean against, “C’mon, doll, y’know you wanna do this favor for me. I'll make it up to ya'."

You'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling the least bit tempted when he spoke to you like that.

Looking at him in a way that makes him feel like you weren't convinced in the slightest, “Only if I’m getting paid." Your words fall flatly off your tongue and his shoulders slump as you continue, "I’m not gonna keep repeating myself to you—“

“Excuse me,” A kindhearted voice soothes in from your left and Toji’s right.

When you both turn, you’re met with gentle eyes hidden behind a neatly sat pair of glasses that are edged with a slivery frame. The bright pink hair strikes your recognitive nerve and makes you sigh in relief.

Now, if you had to pick a favorite client or family, it would definitely be the Itadori’s. Though, their family was a lot rowdier than the Fushiguro’s.

The sweater adorned over Jin's body is nothing short of spotless and you hate how it's one of the first things you truly register as that initial wave of surprise fades. The clean white knit that clings close enough to his frame to hint at the solid build hiding beneath it does little to help you stay focused on the conversation at hand.

You take in his appearance in the same fashion you took in Toji's—catching how his crisp sleeves push up just enough to reveal his forearms, a neat silver watch wrapped around his wrist as his hand unconsciously flexes against the handle of the basket he's carrying.

“Ah, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jin hums in that easy going tone that has you forgetting about Toji for a moment and melting on the spot.

Your eyes widen all apologetically as you shake your hand to dismiss his benevolently murmured statement. “No, no, you’re fine.” You insist before cutting your gaze back Toji's way, “We were just wrapping up anyway, right, Mr. Fushiguro?”

He rolls his eyes sassily and scoffs right in your face, “Like hell we were.”

“I am not babysitting for free.” You press.

Under that brawny frame of his, something desperate threatens to spill out from his expression as he frowns, “But—“

“I could pay for him.” Jin offers suddenly, mindlessly looking past you.

You both turn your heads again.

“What?” You blink.

Tojis scoffs, “Or she could stop bein’ such a brat ‘n just—“

“Toji, c’mon now." Jin cuts in, ever the mediator. "You're looking for a sitter for tonight, yes?" His question dulls over to Toji as he brushes against you to reach for some tomatoes and bring them closer for inspection.

Grumpily redirecting his displeased gaze elsewhere, Toji sighs, "Yeah.."

"Perfect because Yuji's being watched tonight!" Jin tells him immediately, weighing the tomatoes in his palm and switching through a few before settling on the one closest to perfection.

You also hate how closely you're paying attention to him but, it's a habit you've yet to break out of.

At the sound of his cheerfully expressed statement, your eyes get impossibly wider and you try your best to send the all-too-kind man a disagreeing look, "Mr. Itadori, please, you don't have to—"

"No, no, I insist." He tells you, the softness of his gaze promptly wafting over your worried expression. "Our kids are best buds and you're Yuji's favorite sitter, I don't mind covering all charges."

How responsible, you think to yourself.

Toji clicks his tongue before you can respond to that, clearly irritated, "You don't gotta do that, Jin."

"I know," Jin sets one of the tomatoes back, feeling more satisfied with another. "I want to."

Dryness invades your throat and suddenly you're hating every slight bodily reaction you're having because of this man—whether it be internal or external. The way his words run off of his tongue, all intentional and collected as if showing off were the last thing he meant to do in the moment.

There was something about how he wasn't speaking like he wanted to swoop in and make Toji look bad—how he makes his offers like it's the most obvious thing to do, like taking care of things 'n people is just second nature to him.

Fuck, you're quickly reminded why his family is one of your favorites to be involved with. "That's uh," You clear your throat so that your admiration for the man doesn't blurt itself out, "That's really generous of you."

Jin's gaze shifts onto you again, this time with a little more warmth than you're expecting. Since he's closer now, a faint scent of something fresh sweeps your way. "Well, you'd be doing the both of us a favor," He smiles reassuringly, "Yuji's mentioned how he wants to hang out with Megumi more and I'd hate to disappoint him knowing I had the perfect opportunity to set that up for him."

Something embarrassingly dramatic flips about in your chest. Of course Yuji's feelings are his top priority.

The weight on the side of your cart from Toji's leaning on it lifts away as he folds his arms and mutters something—assumably slick—under his breath.

Your ears don't catch it but Jin's seem to with the way he chuckles lightly and pats the man on his shoulder completely unbothered, "You can pay me back whenever you're able." He says plainly before adding, "Or don't. Whatever works best for you, Toji."

You're much too busy glancing back and forth between the two men, noticing how comical the contrast is.

Toji, much taller and brooding—leaning against your cart again like he owns the damn thing and all space surrounding, and rumpled cottony shirt stretching unfairly against his massive build.

Meanwhile there was Jin, who's posture was straighter and sweater brighter as if he put love into every wash. Even the groceries in his basket were neatly arranged like he actually planned for every meal throughout the week, while Toji carried a singular pack of beer.

The difference makes you snort, lips twitching to bite back your amused smile before you look away in hopes of hiding your reaction.

Jin notices first—because of course his attention divides between you and Toji flawlessly—and then a flicker of something unknown twirls within his eyes as he tilts his head slightly, "Unless uh, this is too much for you? Watching both kids?"

Now your stomach was fluttering. You wanted to roll your eyes at yourself, at how easy a simple question had you feeling like a ditz. "Huh?" You gape, shaking out of your daze directly after, "No, it's fine. I can make it work."

Toji exhales rather victoriously—happy to have gotten what he wanted one way or another.

Jin's smile spreads wider and every feature on his face seems to soften again, "Good. I'll also throw in a little extra for all these last-minute changes."

"You really don't have to do that," You say quickly.

"I know," He echoes his earlier statement, "I want to."

There it is again.

Your gaze dips at that, finding difficulty in keeping yourself calm with how smoothly things work themself out with him. "Thank you, Mr. Itadori," You manage pliantly, eyes caught on how the white fabric stretches faintly against his arm as he shifts his basket from one hand to the other.

You felt like you were going insane—gawking at both of these men like you didn't know any better. Control yourself, slut.

"Jin," The man corrects suddenly, earning the eye contact from you again.

You swallow thickly enough for both he and Toji to notice. Which is exactly why the darker haired man rolls his eyes, "Oh brother."

"Thank you, Jin." You say as you ignore Toji entirely.

Stepping back to give you enough space, "Well then, I'll see you all tonight, yeah?"

You nod and Toji grumps, earning a nudge on his arm from Jin just as you begin to wave the men off and turn down a nearby aisle to continue your shopping from earlier.

The two men watch you leave with the same look in their eyes before you disappear from their line of sight entirely. They stand together silently for a moment as the squeak of your cart steadily fades into the low hum of the store and blends in with all other sounds.

Then, Jin lets out a sigh that causes the air between them to change, "She’s wonderful, isn’t she?” He comments lightly, turning toward the other assortment of produce as he proceeds to his shopping.

His half rhetorical question prompts Toji to linger around. “That’s one word for it.” He says evenly, looking to him shortly after, “Now what’s the real reason behind why you did that?”

Jin doesn't move his attention from the vegetables ahead, “Hm? What do you mean?”

“I’m not buyin’ this nice guy crap," Toji's arms unfold and he slips his hands into his spacey pockets, the fabric of his sweats weighing down a little and revealing a teasing slither of smooth skin that Jin just barely peaks over at. "You can be honest with me, Jin.”

He chuckles, “Fine, fine. I’ll admit it, I do like having her over." Lifting his head to meet Toji's questioning stare, the silver frames of his glasses manage to capture the fluorescent lights overhead. "Seeing her tend to Yuji is… heartwarming, to say the least.”

Toji's mouth twitches, his scar moving in tandem, “Yeah, ‘guess so.”

“You don’t agree?" Jin tilts his head slightly as he puts on a more assessing look, "As far as her watching over Megumi goes, I mean.”

Toji shrugs not-so-casually, “Heartwarming isn’t how I’d describe it.”

A moment of silence stretches between the two men again, lacking the sense of awkwardness that's to be expected from no immediate response. Distant shopping carts are heard rattling at the ends of various aisles, people are heard laughing, kids fussing. And yet, the two hold one another in place via gazes far too intense to be platonic.

Eventually, Jin blinks and a mix of curiosity and innocence colors over his doe-like brown eyes, “Then how would you describe it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Toji's tongue swats out to wet his lips unconsciously as he inhales slowly. Then, the word, “Sensual.” drives out of his mouth in a manner so smooth it causes Jin's brain to short circuit.

“Oh.” He chokes briefly after, surprise etching itself into his face.

Catching the silence beneath his reaction, Toji huffs, "Don't give me that look."

Jin's lashes begin to flutter elsewhere before he clears his throat, "I didn’t realize I was giving you one."

The base in Toji's voice unknowingly pitches deeper, "You always do." He blurts out, cocking his head to the side a bit as his eyes glaze down the slightly shorter man's body. "Same one you used to give me."

That statement makes Jin visibly tense up. The two men were far from strangers, even outside of the relationship between their kids. Years back and you could find Toji and Sukuna—Jin's slightly older and rougher twin brother—in a very toxically induced relationship.

So, when Toji's subtle reference to the way Jin acted towards him around that time threatens to add to the current tension between them, he can't help but freeze up a little.

"That... was a long time ago," Jin murmurs eventually.

Toji steps closer with intent, invading the little space that remained between them as he does so. "Wasn't that long," He corrected, "I still remember how you used to watch me go in and out of your brother's place like you had somethin' to say. It's unfortunate I never got that outta' you—whatever it is you had on your mind."

Jin scoffs louder than he means to, "It's not unfortunate at all considering I never had anything to say. Hence why nothing was ever said." Meeting Toji's eyes again, "You were imagining things."

A crooked smirk spreads out across scarred lips, "Yeah?" The word slips off of his tongue like it's something dirty. Jin hates how it causes him to divert his gaze again. "S'not my fault you were never good at hidin' it." Toji sneers.

"Hiding what—" Jin cuts himself clean off, his jaw beginning to flex from the stress this conversation was bringing about. After pausing to collect himself, "We're not discussing the past."

Voice softening only a fraction, Toji eases annoyingly closer, "We kinda are, Jin."

"No," He argues firmly, "We were discussing her, and the topic of conversation should've remained on her."

The moment following those words is one filled with them holding eyes. Their own history of lingering glances is thick within the air. Toji and Sukuna were quite the pair in the past but Toji and Jin existed as nothing more than a muddled mess of feelings that were never meant to be addressed.

"Y'know what, you're right." Toji nods finally, glancing off. "But, remind me what it is about her that makes you feel so uh," He clicks his tongue, "Heartwarmed?"

Jin finally manages to ignore the intimidation Toji's trying to pass off, straightening up in the way he stands before shamelessly repeating himself, "The way she cares for Yuji."

Something cockier threads into Toji's eyes, "That does somethin' for you?"

"You're asking that like you don't agree," Jin counters quickly, scoffing. "Like you haven't felt it yourself."

Toji shrugs, "I haven’t.”

“You just said it feels sensual for you.”

“Exactly," The seemingly pointless direction of this talk was going to drive Jin crazy any second now. It was downright aggravating how Toji had a response for everything, "So, I don’t agree with you. It’s not heartwarming to watch her. My eyes ain’t that respectful.”

A subtle vein ticks against Jin's jaw, “Should be.”

“Yours never were.” Toji huffs.

That seems to do it.

“Toji.” Jin spits out coldly—voice lacking whatever warmth it held earlier when you were around.

Far too delightfully, Toji smiles as he mocks him, “Jin.”

Another beat of silence pass between them before Jin finds himself entirely fed up with this and remembers that he could just walk away. So, he does.

Turning on his heels and breaking the silence with the sound of his footsteps as he tries to hurry off before Toji can say anything else.

Unfortunately for him, Toji—ever the provoker—merely stands there and waits a few seconds before deciding to call out after him in that deceptively lazy tone of his, “You always did have a thing for people that aren’t yours, huh?”

Jin pauses, unable to help himself, and turns back swiftly. His words fly out his mouth before he properly processes them, “She isn’t yours, Toji. She’s a babysitter that we both share.”

“Not in the way we’d prefer though, right?” Toji challenges.

All of Jin's composure is fractured with one simple question because what was Toji even talking about anymore? What other way would they—

“I-, excuse me?” Chokes out of Jin's throat the moment it clicks for him.

“Jin,” Toji groans this time, rolling his eyes, “For fuck's sake, drop the innocent old man act—“

“You’re older than me,” He cuts in.

“—And stop pretending like that woman doesn’t drive you crazy.” Toji finishes off.

Jin shuts up right then, letting Toji’s words fully settle into his mind. Drive him crazy? You?

Why the hell would you drive him crazy? You’re just a babysitter. The thought of looking at you in any other light feels uncomfortable.

But... not in a way that's unwelcomed. In fact, that statement seems to tug Jin out of all his delusions and force him to really think about you for a moment.

You were always responsible in his home, organized to a fault, caring for any and all family that crowded the Itadori house, and above all else—painfully distracting in a way he only acknowledged after staring for too long.

The conversation between Toji and Jin ends after that. Jin barely spares his friend—if he could even call Toji that—a goodbye before departing. The rest of his shopping is conducted with tense shoulders and a clouded head.

Jin promised himself from the moment he laid his eyes on you that he'd never look at you in that way, no matter how prettily you batted your lashes at him or how politely you addressed him. But now, because of Toji...

He can't get you out of his head and he's supposed to face you again in a few hours.

Fuck.

——

It's like every interaction prior to that revelation is suddenly put under a microscope in Jin's mind. He never thought about it that way until Toji said something—and it's just his luck that the brooding bastard chose today of all days to point it out.

Now Jin can't unsee it—can't unsee you in that aspect.

He tells himself that his thoughts of you were always innocent. Mostly, anyway. There were only a handful of times his gaze lingered longer than it should've—longer than what was appropriate. And those questions he'd asked you in the past? Those were harmless, he's sure. It can't be a crime to want to know you better, can it?

You were watching his son for hours on end, after all. It wasn't unreasonable to want to know who you were beyond your credentials and qualifications.

Which means it wasn't inappropriate to ask if anyone was taking care of you the way you take care of everyone else... right?

And when you'd said no, there was nothing scandalous about the way he offered himself. No harm in the quiet, "Would you like someone to?" that followed instinctively after.

...Right?

Fuck.

Who was he trying to convince here? It becomes rather apparent that he's been a lost cause for a while now.

There was the time you lost your phone and bent over the couch to find it. Jin hadn't meant to look—but you were right there, barely a few feet away. Where else was he meant to look?

The memory alone still makes heat trickle down to places it probably shouldn't be.

What he didn't realize was that Toji had been dealing with the same problem.

Hell, he had it worse.

A while back, when the shower in the guest bathroom broke, Toji had told you to use his instead. "Make yourself comfortable," He'd told you, unsuspecting of how this action would have great consequences to him later on.

The night he came home late from work and heard the water running is remembered vividly. The bathroom door was cracked just enough for steam to spill out into the empty hall. Megumi was asleep so the only ones to recall the event are you and the begrudgingly perverted man who'd foolishly allowed you to use his bathroom.

He didn't really see you considering the angle spared him that much reprieve but he did see the lace you left draped over the sink. Such a delicate pair of panties abandoned without a second thought.

You never noticed how they went missing after that day.

Toji told himself he kept them because he needed them, instead of simply wanting them. Because watching you with Megumi did the same thing to him as it did to Jin—the only difference being that Toji has the balls to act on it. When you spend months caring for his kid like he was yours, how else is he supposed to feel towards you?

Even the way you smile at the grumpy lil' boy is enough to have Toji thinking you might as well have the words 'breed me' written out across your forehead.

Was it wrong to look at you and think of you in ways that had nothing to do with babysitting? Absolutely. Did Toji care? Not at all.

So if it took a little needling earlier—just enough to make Jin look at you the way he already had been—then fine.

He'd take the blame for that.

——

Nightfall comes quicker than Jin expects, and he finds himself standing in front of you again far too soon.

Before he left his house and as you were talking to him—explaining what the next few hours of watching both Yuji and Megumi would cost—he was hardly able to catch the words leaving your mouth. His attention had been fixed on the gloss on your lips and the way it caught the light every time you spoke.

He was too busy wondering how sweet it would taste, how sweet you would taste.

Shortly after, Jin left in quite the hurry. Hell, his rush was made with such abruption that it may have come across as if you'd offended him. Obviously you hadn't—a mere smile and steady walk back into the house surely isn't enough to warrent any feelings of offense so, you ended up going about your job as usual.

The rest of the night then passes without incident.

Yuji falls asleep first, sprawled dramatically across the couch and Megumi keeps his weary eyes open a little longer. Similar to his father, his stubbornness happens to be what keeps him up longer than his pink-haired friend but by the time he finally knocks himself out—he's curled up in the corner of the same couch as Yuji.

You were left to carefully take each of them upstairs and tuck them in properly, returning back to the quiet kitchen afterwards.

You've just begun wiping down the counter when you hear the front door unlock with a sharp set of clicks that ring out through the otherwise silent kitchen.

You straighten up immediately.

Toji walks in first, rolling his shoulders back and scrunching up his face slightly as the tension in them eases off through his movements. Jin follows in a second later and shuts the door behind him, locking it as quietly as he can.

You angle yourself towards the counter's edge, reaching for a nearby cloth so it looks like you'd been busy for much longer than you actually had been.

The sound of their shuffling and quiet conversation fades as they approach the kitchen, Jin walking in first with a softened grin on his face.

After exchanging glances with the both of them, you offer a smile of your own and whisper, "They're asleep." as if the deafening silence of the house hadn't given that away already.

Toji makes his way over to the kitchen island and plops himself down onto one of the stools there, the poor furniture creaking slightly beneath his bulky weight. "Both of 'em?" He asks curiously.

You nod, "Mhm, Yuji was out first but it took Megumi about an hour and a half to follow suit."

Laughing quietly to himself, "Sounds about right." Toji responds.

Normally, this is the part where you'd finish up with your unrequired cleaning, gather your things, remind Jin of the total, accept your payment, and head out.

Yet, something lulls you into lingering and neither of the men seem too concerned with dismissing you just yet.

Jin moves around the counter and approaches your side, standing in front of the empty sink and letting his brows furrow, "I told you that you didn't have to clean up," He hums, turning his head your way.

You shrug sheepishly, idly wiping the counter space in front of you. "I know, I know. But, I wasn't doing anything else and it's no big deal."

“You do so much for us, doll.” Toji comments suddenly, earning your eyes on him instead.

You blink a couple times as the sudden petname throws you off. It wasn't like he hadn't called you that before but it did feel different to hear in front of Jin.

Toji's leaning forward against the counter now, his forearms resting against the cool marble, and eyes are uncaring as they take in every detail of your appearance.

Then the side of his mouth where that scar sits began to lift, "No boyfriend, huh?”

“No, no, not at all.” You rush out as if you had the answered practiced and prepared for him or something. Making up for the way you nearly came off as needy, “I don’t have much time for one.” You clarify.

The heat from Jin's gaze on you is felt before his voice soothes over, “Do you consider yourself that much to handle?” He asks.

“Hm?" Your brows scrunch up as you turn your head to him. Eye widened, "No! I’m usually just wrapped up in work and.. men these days are a handful so,” You trail off for a moment before noticing how they're both looking at you, “Ah, no offense.”

“None taken, sweetheart.” Jin's smile seems to be wider now, or perhaps more cunning.

You're not really sure.

Hell, the only thing you are sure of now in this moment is that they were both peering at you entirely different than they were earlier in the store. Or at least Jin for sure was. Where Toji's concerned, you can't say he doesn't look at you like this often.

Though, the combination of their attention definitely makes you fidget where you stand. So much so that the cloth you'd been using to wipe the counter slips right off of the edge and falls to the ground.

With a quiet curse falling from your lips, you quickly and nervously rush to reach for it only to find your hand meeting Jin's as he does the same. You don't know if it's more awkward or painfully cliche the way you two meet eyes whilst kneeled to the floor to grab some stupid rag.

His glasses frame his eyes perfectly and you can't help but notice it now that he's closer to you.

Those pretty brown eyes that are normally reflected with such a light 'n gentle color now appear to be different. While the color is inherently the same, the way his gaze steadies on your face for a dragging moment, drops down to your mouth for a second far too long, and then falls to your hand brushing against his is enough to tell you that something had changed.

You wondered if Toji had told him something—even though you're unsure what the man could've said to have Jin looking at you like he wanted to make you the mother of his future kids.

Breaking out of it, you shoot up to your feet and let Jin gather the rag instead. "I uhm," Your mind was a mess and it bothered you to no end, "I should probably get going."

Jin lifts himself up slowly and you realize just how close he is to you, his height alarmingly highlighted as you find yourself moving your gaze up just to meet his. Even so, he still manages to give you that warm smile of his, "Or you could stay, it's late." He offers.

You swallow all too loudly, the sound catching both of their ears.

Toji smirks the moment he realizes you're nervous.

"W-Well," The stutter that teeters out of you makes you want to shrink up and disappear. Unfortunately for your growing embarrassment, nothing else decides to leave your lips.

Shaking his head, "Toji's staying too, given how late it is. You could use one of the spare rooms. Choso's or Sukuna's, whatever you're more comfortable with." All his words leave him a bit too cleanly, almost as if he had prepared this suggestion to you not too long ago. "If you decide to stay, that is." Jin adds finally.

Instead of battling with your failing vocal capabilities, you settle for a nod and then take a few steps back, "Yeah, that works. I'll go move my things into one of those rooms then."

Both men noticed how quickly you try to escape the kitchen and they exchange a short glance.

They didn't even have to do or say anything else for you to pause as soon as you reach the doorway, glimpsing back at the two, "Oh but, before I forget, I'll still need payment for both Yuji and Megumi, Mr. Itadori."

Jin nods knowingly and starts to reach into his pocket for his wallet, bringing you right back into the kitchen.

“Or…” Toji drawls suddenly—causing Jin’s eyes to frantically snap onto him. No fucking way. Surely the glance they exchanged wasn't a hint toward-, “We could pay you another way.”

Shit.

This isn't how Jin wanted to go about things, not exactly. He thought there would be more of a gradual build up or something. Though, he's not quite complaining, all things considered.

Especially not with the way you seem to perk up as you look over at Toji all innocently and murmur, “Another way… how?”

——

You’ve always eyed up both Jin and Toji like you wanted them to pass you back ‘n forth but this-, this isn’t something you thought would ever happen.

When you agreed to let them pay another way—allowing your curiosity to get the better of you—they’d hauled you off into Sukuna’s old bedroom faster than you could process what was happening.

A great many hushed out questions of, “Is this okay?” and, “Can we touch you here?” came fluttering past their lips in between the wet way in which their lips met all inches of your skin.

You were a mess just from the kissing but then it quickly became something more.

Toji snatched at your top and damn near ripped your bra off just to get his greedily rough hands splayed out across your skin. His fingers eagerly pinched your nipples, tongue coming in to make up for the pain it induced, and vibrating groans bellowing out as if to soothe you over.

Then he’d come back up to your mouth, tugging your lips apart with his own and invading the space between them with sloppy wafts of his tongue. Fervently grunting against you as your lips slicked ‘n slid over one another.

Toji wasn’t just a messy kisser, he was a nasty one. He’d grab onto your jaw, snatch you in impossibly closer, grit out, “Open up f’me,” and then spit directly into your oral cavern just to seal it all in with another searing kiss.

All the while sweet Jin was much more interested in adorning the lower half of your body in softer, more delicate kisses. The plush of his lips met every other inch of you while Toji occupied your upper half.

Things were moving so fast that you hardly recall how you ended up in the first position between the two. One moment, they were both kissing you, and the next, you were lying across the bed with Jin’s flushed-out face tucked in between your legs while Toji’s cock hung leaking in front of your face.

Your head hung off the edge of the bed while Toji gathered his dick into his hand, giving himself a few slow strokes as he watched the way your hips rocked up uncontrollably against all that Jin’s delicate mouth had to offer you. Somehow, the man you thought to be oh-so-kind and gentle was everything but.

Jin ate pussy like he meant to get you pregnant with his tongue—as if feeling your honeyed slick smear across his taste buds was the single thread keeping him attached to what was happening. You’d never felt a greedier tongue before. Not even Toji’s being in your mouth moments prior could compare to the sinful skill that poured out of Jin’s mouth.

And to top it all off, you had Toji's fat cock being tugged at right in front of your blissed-out expression. His head remained tipped to the side whilst he kept his greedy eyes cast down on the bare frame of you.

He was just standing there the entire time all smug as he got off on the feel of your airy moans tickling the feverish skin of his erection, your breathy pants brushing down 'n in between his balls in a way that made him shudder. As his hand would stroke down to his base, he'd try to grip at himself a little tighter just to stop himself from cumming too soon.

Truth be told, he'd always looked at you under a perverted light—unlike the kinder man who's tongue was currently bullying your dewy folds apart—and finally having you like this made it rather difficult for him not to lose himself early on.

Hell, the first time he and Jin pawed at your shirt he thinks he groaned like some slut at the sight of your tits being hugged so perfectly within your bra. Which is exactly why he stripped the damn thing off your body and tossed it to a corner he'd definitely be going back for later. Y'know, by the time you're too fucked out to notice him slipping the lace into his bag.

As for now, the longer he stands here jerking off instead of shoving his cock into your mouth, the longer he's gonna drive himself insane.

Luckily for Toji, he's not the only one too needy in the room at presence. You prove this to him by bringing your hand up to wrap around the veiny shaft of his dick, letting your jaw fall open as you lightly pull him closer.

Toji's thin brows immediately tense up, twisting with surprise as his glistening cockhead slips against your lips and quickly in between them. Your mouth has to sprawl out wiiide just to take him in and by the time half of his length has been welcomed into your drooling mouth, he's already bulging against your throat.

A viciously haughty smile creeps out across Toji's face and he grunts, “Uhuh, don't be shy. Swallow that cock, ma. Yeahhhhhh, all nasty jus’ like that.”

The filth his heavy tone carries down to your ears is enough to have a moan vibrating off your tongue, one of which he huffs at. Your other hand—that'd just been buried in Jin's soft locks of hair—shoots out to meet the bulk of Toji's thigh.

The darker haired man quickly tuts at you, “Don’t try pushin’ me away, take it. I know you can.”

You don't know why but you're still asking yourself how the fuck you got here. You were just watching a movie with their kids not even two hours ago!

And now look at you; splayed out against Sukuna's old bed with a trifecta of oral action taking place.

Jin's grip on your thighs abruptly gets tighter than you expect it to and you're left to choke around Toji's cock as the feel of one languidly weeping tongue flutters deeper into your pussy just to tug something especially syrupy out of you.

A wet shlick! rings out with the way Jin's navigating his tongue in between your folds. The motions his oral muscle held were nothing short of hypnotic as it had your eyes rolling back and your spine arching up off the bed.

Not to mention the pairing of that with how Toji was feeding his dick into your mouth, his veins all rigidity against your throaty walls and easily making you gag weakly every time you attempted to moan or gasp.

You're sure you'd feel more pathetic in the situation you were in if it weren't for the state of sluttish pleasure you'd reached already.

“You’re so wet,” Jin's voice is heard rasping, his warm breath making a trembly descent against the spread of your legs. The glasses you'd admired so much sat low on his nose and you could feel it brushing against your skin each time he stuffed his face too far forward, “Makes me wonder how long you’ve thought about this—about us.”

“M-Mngh,” You choke around Toji again.

To which the smug bastard compliments with a painfully slow thrust. “Fuuuuck, look at that." He rumbled, "M’deep in this throat, aren’t I? Bet you’ve never had any other guy this deep, huh?”

A response doesn't even get the chance to formulate in your pretty head with the way Jin's fingers sneak in between your drooling pussy lips, sinking into your hole and beginning to scissor your insides. To make your brain fizz out all the more, in comes his gentle lips to kiss at your clit as if to worship the delicate bundle of nerves.

Following such with a whisper that smears right against you, “I bet she’s never been touched all properly like this. Poor thing probably couldn’t even take care of herself.” Jin gasps.

“Mhm, especially since she works soo hard for us.” Toji drags out right after, pulling his hips back slowly and then purposefully thrusting forward at the wrong angle just to make his cock slop against your face.

You let out a satiated little hum and he smiles at the way his balls tap at your whorish expression. Then—with no interest in giving you a moment long enough to respond to either of them—he quickly redirects his swollen head back in between your wobbly lips.

A wet bubble of spit gurgles out around his deft base as he fucks every inch of himself back in and the filthy sight leaves him to moan in relief.

Jin catches enough to whir out something soft to himself, “I see her mouth is full so maybe this pretty girl can answer our questions, hm?” He murmurs as his gaze and fully attention returns down to your cunt. “Does it feel good to get the right attention, baby?” You feel the perfectly rotating pad of his thumb lightly brand his touch into your clit, “Yeahhh?" He coos once he earns an excessive gush from your hole, "Aww, what a noisy pussy. So responsive.”

You can't help but drools sloppily all over his fingers in layers of glossing slick, your hips instinctively pulling up a little and forcing Toji's cock in all too deep.

To which your eyes cross and you try to pull your mouth away. A hand comes down to your throat and pressure is applied directly to the center, “Aht, aht, hold it.” Toji scolds as he rocks his hips forward again and feels the imprint his dick is leaving against your throat, “C’mon, make room f’me in there—lemme stretch this pretty throat out.”

You couldn't even control the way your pussy clamps around Jin's fingers tight enough to leave him gasping. “You too, sweetie. Make some room for Jin,” He hushes out, using the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit and coax your cunt into squeezing his digits a little less, “Oh, thereee you go, relax around me just like that. Good girlll.”

The moment you do, his fingers are sloshing in and out of you at a suddenly merciless pace, prodding your g-spot with prominent taps that have your entire frame twitching.

You barely even realize your orgasm is washing over you until Toji's pulling out of your throat in a timely manner and letting you moan out for the first time. Then your hands fly back down to Jin and you're weakly pushing at him with a hoarse voice, "S'too much."

Determined brown eyes meet yours directly as his fingers merely pick up the pace and begin to stretch out your walls properly as if to prepare you for way more than you were expecting.

Toji's cock comes slathering across your cheek to grab your attention again and as soon as you look up, he spills out a sloppy load of cum all over your face. Something about the filth of it all—how dirty it made you feel—is enough to have you moaning out again as you come entirely undone on Jin's fingers.

None of you get a chance to process anything since there's a soft knock at the door shortly after.

All three of your heads turn—yours a little more jaded than the other two men.

"Shit," Toji huffs, running a hand through his sweat slicked hair.

Jin quickly shuffles up and nearly falls over as he tries to move away from the bed. Muttering like the responsible man he is, "I'll get it, hold on."

You watch him slowly walk to the door and tug at his pants to hopefully hide the boner he'd popped somewhere in between eating you out.

Before completely embarrassing himself, Jin manages to get his footing in order and tries to compose his face into something of normalcy as he reaches the door. Behind him, the bed creaks carefully as Toji shifts onto it to hopefully being out of anyone's line of sight.

“Ah, Megumi, you’re up a little late, no?” Jin clucks tenderly at the door, pressing himself out for a moment and waving back at the two of you.

The door is shut carefully behind him and you and Toji are motionless as you both strain your ears to hear to muffled sounds of the man talking to the kid.

Slowly, you and Toji look at one another before he snorts. Shaking his head, “Kid’s got the worst timin’.”

You swallow carefully and look around, “Should I—“

“Nah, c’mere.” Toji cuts off quickly, not letting you believe for even a moment that this little intervention would stop him from having you exactly the way he's wanted to for quite some time.

You're left to merely gulp before you find yourself in yet another unexpected position.

——

Jin returns to the two of you after putting Megumi back to bed and walks in to see you on Toji's lap.

Your back is to his broad chest and Toji's got one hand in between your legs as the other plays with your tits—the display set up as if to put on a show for the shyer man.

“Awh, what a pretty sight this is.” Jin says thankfully, walking up to the bed with his eyes shamefully fixated on your shiny cunt, “Cute pussy can’t even handle a couple fingers.”

“And she’s supposed to take cock? Pfft, how pathetic.” Toji says as he plucks those same thick digits right out of you and smack! smack! smacks! at your swollen folds. “Don’t even think a tip can fit in here—especially not mine.” He scoffs.

A pout pops out across your lips, “So make it fit, asshole—“

“Now, now," Jin cuts off to scold, "That’s no way to talk to the same man who’s making you feel good, is it?”

Your frown only deepens as you try your best to flash the man a pleading look in hopes of getting him to understand, “But-“

“No buts, if you want this to continue, you’ll be nice ‘n good for the both of us. Yeah?” Jin interrupts as he casually takes his shirt off.

You stupidly nod your head and Toji moves to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he tugs. “Use your words, brat. Are y’gonna be good for us or not?”

Accompanying his rough way of handling you is Jin coming in close to push at your legs and get a closer look of the rude way in which Toji’s fingertips are pounding into your squelchy pussy.

“Hnngh! Y-Yes, Toji." You whine as your defiant composure melts away embarrassingly fast, "M’gonna be good.”

“That's our sweet girl.” Jin praises before leaning forward and kissing your inner thigh.

You could feel Toji’s dick throbbing against your ass due to how wet you were around his fingers.

Somewhere deep down, you wished you hated how attentive they both were to your pleasure—how they both exceeded whatever sinful expectations you had for them by a long shot.

And to think, that was mostly the start of it.

Toji had only fingerfucked you to another slippery orgasm to make sure you were ready to handle what was to come. You'd no idea that the two men planned to stuff you in one go, in the most literal way possible.

Double penetration. You'd thought about it only a few times in the past whenever you thought of both Jin and Toji at the same time but those little fantasies of yours shine little in face of the real thing.

If the first stretch of Jin's stupidly lengthy cock alone wasn't enough to have strangled moans of pure bliss flying out of your throat then his nasty words of encouragement sure as hell did.

“Yeahh?" His voice husked out against your ear just as his drippy tip kissed the very hilt of your cunt, "Does that feel good? Is Jin makin’ this sweet pussy feel good? Hm?”

All you could do was dumbly nod at him before Toji's thicker length was smudging up against where Jin held you open, his gaze focused down on the debauched sight, “Aw, look at her. Weepin’ all over that cock—what a messy slut.”

“Jin,” You gasp as you reached forward to claw at Toji’s shirt. “T-Toji..” Just as his name spilled past your lips, he was nudging himself in—pressing Jin's cock impossibly deeper and leaving your hole to be promptly stretched out on the both of them.

The whimper that exited you had Jin grunting at your neck, “Shhh, shhh. You can take it. Look at how well we both fit in here.” He assures right as Toji's dick knocked right up against where his tip had already smooched up.

The tight squeeze of it all was more than enough to let all three of you know this wasn't gonna last long at all.

Even so, Toji was trying to make every squelching second count, “Mhmm, it’s like you were made to take us both," He huffs in agreeance with Jin, leaning forward to plant kisses across your jaw, "Juuuust like this.”

The sleazy extension of his syllables causes your nails to scrape out against whatever was available, leading both of them to hiss in unison somehow.

“Ohhh, she’s gettin’ tighter, Toji.” Jin's full-on smiling now as if he couldn't feel his balls straining not to empty into you right then 'n there.

“Yeah, I feel it,” Toji tries to huff out confidently—like he’s not nearing the same edge as his pink haired friend at the moment. Focusing on you once more, his words slither across your hot skin, “Are you gonna cum on us again?”

Your nod tells them that you’re nothing short of fucked-out, especially as drool glides out from the corner of your lips while you gape, “Uhuhhh.”

“Poor girl,” Jin chuckles, the laughter making both cocks inside you twitch against one another, “She’s so fucked out she can barely think.”

One last, “Awh.” is all you get from Toji before your body adjusts everrrrr so slightly in between them and all three of you choke on a breath.

Your orgasm crashes in first and you’re pretty sure your vision is pure white as streaks of pleasure cloud your eyes. Meanwhile Jin finishes next and the feeling of your mixed cum makes Toji mutter something filthy just under his breath.

Not that any of you hear it though, considering how out of it you all are.

Then, right in the middle of you being double stuffed with creamy loads of cum and as both men try their best to fuck their release into sticking, the bedroom door swings open.

Standing directly in the middle of the bedroom is obviously you, Toji, and Jin but the sight is revealed to none other than the one and only Sukuna—who’s bedroom you’d been inside of all this time.

Y’know, in case any of you forgot (you all did).

At the sight, Sukuna’s left rightfully furious and it's of no surprise when he scoffs out a confused, "What. the. fuck."

Whoops.

Guess you should've picked Choso's room instead-

"What? Did Yuji leave some of his stuff in here again?" Comes out softly from yet another voice just behind Sukuna. Peaking his head in is none other than the one man in all this who's age isn't as controversially older, "Oh-," Choso gasps, batting his thick dark lashes, "Oh shit."

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Your face is all buried into his neck and he could feel your arms tightening around him as you mumbled a gentle, “Mhm, he is.”

Great…

Because who in their right mind would want to deal with Naoya on a Saturday night? The guy gets kicked out of every frat house party that’s ever been held ‘cause of shit like this. All he does is harass and insult women, only to be eventually approached by one of the many frat brothers and get kicked out moments later.

Seems like this week it’s Choso’s turn to handle him. Which is just wonderful, really.

“Yo,” Choso calls out to the fully approached Naoya, whose mere presence makes him feel nauseated. “The fuck do you want with my girl?”

Now, you’ve never spoken to Choso before this but, the sound of him calling you his girl has your heart feeling all warm inside—even though he’s only said that because you’d asked him to play along. 

The scent of his cologne mixing with the thick musk of weed fills your nose as your face smushes up into his chest. You only know the man through the rumors you’ve heard and the few times you’ve seen him around these parties you keep attending. As you readjust your chin to look up at his expression, you think your arms unconsciously hold onto him a little tighter the moment you spot the vein peeking out against his jawline.

Everyone hates Naoya, that’s an irrefutable fact. But, something about how annoyed Choso was looking at him right now had you pulling your lower lip into your mouth.

Naoya lets off a scoff, his voice all loud and annoying, “This dumb bitch is your girl?” He asks. 

Every syllable that left his mouth is grating to all listening ears. Ugh, he was such a nuisance…

You merely glance back at the guy for a second and notice the look in his eyes that clearly says he’s not buying this shit. Choso—catching the same thing that you do—slips one of his hands downwards to the small of your back, not daring to go any lower just yet, and then eases you even closer.

“First off, watch your fuckin’ mouth,” He scoffs out, jaded eyes dragging up and down Naoya’s frame as he wonders how long it would take to knock him onto his ass. “Secondly, yeah, we’re together. What do you want?”

“That slut owes me money,” Naoya curses with tightly crossed arms, his gaze fixated entirely on you as if Choso weren’t even there. Though, he’s not really looking to get kicked out of this party just yet and he’s trying his best to avoid physical confrontation.

Cocking a brow, the brunet smoothes out a low huff that smells of the recently consumed marijuana he's inebriated under before redirecting his slightly glossed eyes down to you, “This isn’t what I think it is, is it, baby?”

You’re quickly distracted by the pet name that so easily rolled off of his tongue but without getting too wrapped up in it, you blink. “Huh?”

Choso slowly tilts his head to the side and cracks a knowing grin, “You’ve been seein’ other dealers? Don’t you know I’m the best on campus?”

Gulping, “Well, I–”

“S’okay,” He cuts off to ease the concern and worry trying to paint itself into your features. “We’ll get back to that in a sec’,” Then he gestures his head over to Naoya, gives your waist a little squeeze, and says, “Lemme handle this guy for you first.” 

Choso carefully moves you to the side and steps toward Naoya, who’s arguably a bit taller than him. He sizes him up again and bites back his scoff, replacing it with a tiresome sigh that he doesn’t even try to play off as anything else outside of what it is—an honest gesture of displeasure.

Voice lazy, “How much does she owe you, man?” Choso asks with one hand already fishing through the pocket of his pants for his wallet.

It really didn’t matter what number was thrown out to him, he was gonna fling whatever bit of cash he had on him toward Naoya to get him to fuck off. The only thing good about his presence right now was the fact that it brought you along, which is something Choso would like to return to as swiftly as possible.

“Tch,” Naoya chuffs, trying to glance behind him to get another scowling look at you before he says, “As if you have enough to—”

“Jus’ give me the number before I get you kicked out again,” Choso cuts off cleanly with a gaze that bores into the man’s skull.

One beat of silence passes by as Naoya contemplates a few things in his mind, wondering whether or not he really wants to test his luck with this. 

Ultimately, he ends up caving with a roll of his eyes, “Fine…” Then he gives him the number of which you owe and he’s literally smacked in the face with a random wad of cash as if he were some kinda’ cheap whore to be dealt with.

“There,” Choso spat, “Now don’t let me catch you trying to sell my girl your overpriced bullshit again, yeah?” Technically, he had no right to tell someone else not to sell drugs to you when he didn’t even know you.

But, one look at your face and he was certain he’d want you coming to him for weed and not anyone else after this. Especially when going to someone else landed you in this situation where you’re being followed around parties for payment—Choso would never do such a thing. He’d offer alternatives before even thinking to harass you like that.

Naoya was immediately enraged by how he’s being dismissed but it’s not like he could express that since there were one too many fraternity members in the area for him to do so without instantly getting escorted out. Thus, he settles for shuffling up the cash that’d fallen onto the floor—snatching each bill from beneath the feet of partygoers—and keeps his curses in a lowered whisper that’d never be heard under the blaring music.

Then, as if nothing ever happened, the surrounding people return to their dancing and Naoya seems to disappear somewhere into the crowd shortly after.

Which leaves you standing in place with slightly widened eyes whilst Choso turns around to look at you, brushing his hands off like he’d just dealt with some type of dirt or something.

“You alright?” He asks, taking a step closer toward you. The music is loud so it’s hard for you to really hear him, hence why he leans his ear down to your lips so he can gather your response properly.

You nod at first and then the words follow, “Uhm, yeah. I wasn’t expecting you to pay that off for me but, thank you, Choso.”

Shifting over to talk into your ear now, “Don’t sweat it, princess. But uh,” He clicks his tongue before darting it out to swipe over his lower, pierced lip. “I meant what I said before. You should’ve been dealin’ with me, not that idiot.”

“Oh,” You chirp.

Then he pulls away and the two of you are able to take one another in properly for the first time.

Under the changing LED lights—which are currently a mix of purple and red—both of your faces are dimly illuminated. Choso’s eyes openly scan over every detail of your expression, watching the cute curl in your lips as you slowly smile at him.

Oh, you’re gorgeous. 

What are the odds that a pretty girl like you literally comes running into his arms at a party like this? And then this dress you have on… Choso doesn’t exactly mean to glance down but when he does, he notices the way the fabric simply hugs your body, shaping you in all the right places and more.

He gulps, a sound that would’ve been rather loud if not for the vibrating base of music against the surrounding frat house walls. His eyes flick back up to your face and you’re shamelessly staring at his lips, then your gaze lifts to his nose, then to the right side of his face; right at his cheekbone for some reason? After, you’re looking at the tattoo running across the bridge of his nose and—

Ohhh, Choso was so distracted with checking you out that he almost forgot how many body modifications he has. He gets these kinda stares all the time but for a second he’d lost his entire train of thought. There’s the ring on the left side of his lower lip, his anti-brow piercing on the right half of his face, the small one on the left side of his nose with a very obvious tattoo running across the bridge, and then the multitude of piercings all over his ears.

Makes’ sense why you were staring now. You’ve got this clueless little look in your eyes and it’s kinda cute—

“How much do you charge?” You’re asking, ending his thoughts entirely. 

The word, “Free,” blurts out of him before he even realizes it and it’s not until he sees the way you start giggling that he realizes what he’d just said. Shaking his head, and backtracking, “Wait-, no. I don’t do anything for free, sorry. If anything,” Choso leans back and slides his hands down into his pockets, “You actually owe me now.”

Your eyes shoot wide open, “Owe you for what?!” you’re huffing as you wonder how the hell you keep finding yourself in someone’s debt like this.

“Hm, I dunno. Paying Naoya off for you?” He says with this sly grin stretching across his face. “But don’t worry, you jus’ owe me a promise.” 

You lift a skeptical brow at him and watch his pinky finger lift out for you to attach your own to in the most cliché way possible. Looking down at his finger, then back up into his eyes, “What kinda promise?”

“Gotta’ promise you’ll come to me for your weed instead of that moron, I’ve got better prices and better strains. None of that baby shit he was scammin’ you with, trust me.” Choso offers with his pinky still outstretched. You’re slow to intertwine your finger with his and he uses the connection to pull you closer, “I need to hear you say it too.”

You almost start stuttering with the way he’d jerked your body closer just to say that all lowly to you. “I promise I’ll come to you instead of Naoya from now on,” You respond with a dramatic emphasis on your words, fighting the blooming feeling in the pit of your stomach that spurs when he smiles at you as if he were proud or something.

And that’s roughly how the two of you met and became acquainted with one another. A couple minutes of fake-dating, one pinky promise, and a “complimentary” joint to start you off later and the two of you were practically best buds!

——

Well, not exactly best buds but you and him do get really close after that little party and encounter.

You stay true to the promise you’d made with him and only ever deal with him from then on. Choso was entirely honest with you that night so, everything he’d said turned out to be more than true. The shit you used to get from Naoya was nothing compared to what you were constantly high off of now, and it was cheaper.

Though, sometimes you did seduce your way into convincing Choso to give you an even lower discount….

One slightly revealing top was usually all it took for him to snag off a couple dollars for you—amongst other things. Like the cute ass smile you flash his way whenever you’re geeked out of your mind, yapping on and on about fuck knows what until the words leaving you no longer make sense. Yeah, Choso loves that. 

Oh, and the tasty gloss you typically coat your lips with. 

He’s not some kinda weirdo so he definitely hasn’t had any… lustful thoughts about said gloss but, he can’t exactly avoid getting a taste of it whenever the two of you are cycling a blunt back and forth and bits of it are left clinging to the wrap.

Outside of just smoking his weed and becoming his favorite customer, you also become someone he likes to keep by his side and talk to from time to time. The best discounts from him come after a good smoke sesh that he usually has to beg you to stick around for.

During those, the two of you end up talking each other’s ears off until it really comes time for you to go. 

Slowly but surely, the two of you are spotted together more often than either of you cared to be, and dating rumors shuffle about. They’re quickly shut down after a couple of parties where you’re spotted letting some other random guy kiss on you but, a certain two individuals try their best to keep it alive.

The individuals in question are none other than Choso’s closest frat brothers: Gojo and Geto. Those idiots were fully convinced that poor Choso never got any play until he met you, and now they’re both convinced he’s your loser boyfriend.

You’re pretty sure they only act like that because they’re jealous you’re probably getting free weed from the guy while they’re not.

Little do they know, their perception of your relationship with Choso couldn’t have been further from the truth. He was definitely getting play, he was just quiet about it since he’s the kinda guy you wouldn’t even realize slept around unless he wanted you to realize it. And as for you, you’re the one who ends up feeling like a loser after a while seeing as every guy you hook up fails to make you cum.

So much so that you were starting to believe there was actually something wrong with you. 

This all leads to now, as you enter Choso’s dorm room for the nth time this week to, hopefully, get high enough to distract you from that little orgasmic issue of yours.

As soon as you enter the dorm, your mood is killed immediately.

Sitting in the living room laughing loud as hell, is Gojo and Geto. Both of their heads turn in sync as you walk in, trying to quickly pocket the spare key Choso had made for you some time ago—having mentioned something about being too lazy to open the door for you all the time—and hoping that the two men will leave you-

“Look who’s here to see her man, awww,” Gojo coos before you can even try to ignore him.

Then Geto follows that up with a cunning, “Should’ warn you though, your boyfriend’s high as a kite in there.”

Trying not to let their annoying-ass taunting get to you, you settle for a sigh of, “When is he not?” before turning the corner and b-lining towards Choso’s room.

There are some more childish snickers and comments made about you from the two men but you pay no mind to it this time.

Pushing the desired door open, you’re immediately met with a thick heat of smoky air and a completely fogged room. The sound of a towel brushing against the floor as you push the door open makes you look down and you quickly realize he’d been hotboxing all by himself.

“Without me, seriously?” You hum with no malice behind your words as you slip past the door and shut it behind you, using your foot to nudge the towel back into place and then letting your eyes scan Choso’s slightly cluttered room.

The man is lying across his bed, dark hair hanging off its edge with the way he splayed out upside down and pinched a rather fat blunt in between the thick of his thumb and index. “You were takin’ too long,” Choso drawls.

And god, you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was barely even with you right now. He always had a pretty mellow way of speaking but when he was really high, his voice would drop an octave or two—words crawling off of his tongue all sleazily and heavy with each syllable.

“Y’know I’ll make it up to you though, here,” He adds on seconds later before you get the chance to settle into his room.

That strong earthy scent coated the entirety of his room as you walked over to the edge of his bed and looked down at him, noticing the jaded reds and pinks coating the typically white portion of his eyes as he batted them up at you. He’s got some low melodies playing from some corner and it only adds to the ambience of the space. Then, his arm extends and he’s offering you the cause of his fumed room.

Humming, “Thank you,” whilst plucking the joint out of his hands, your nails just barely graze his skin. Choso eyes the way you bring it up to your mouth and clasp it lightly in between your lips, leaning down to him and nodding your chin towards the lighter in his other hand. 

He catches your gesture and hoists it up to spark the blunt for you, hand cupping the air around as he filters through a couple stubborn flicks before a flame adorns the preroll’s end. Choso’s eyelids are weighted even as he watches you draw in a steady breath to capture the item’s contents into your system—quickly moving your hand to the joint afterwards to pry it from your lips and exhale slowly.

Another hum, this time one of approval, ghosts past your lips along with the fumes you’d just let escape you. “You look tired,” You comment while pulling away.

As you move around his room to plop your back down somewhere and get comfortable, your plug merely mumbles an easy, “M’not.” in response to you.

You shoot him over a look he doesn’t quite see, “If you fall asleep on me like you did last time, I’m leaving.”

“You better keep me awake then, no?” Choso chimes with one lazy smirk making the corner of his lips twitch.

Cocking a brow now, “And how am I supposed to do that?” you ask.

You then relax down into the chair in front of his desk of scattered papers and unfinished assignments, dragging it over to the side of his bed so that you’re close enough to pass the blunt back and forth. 

He lifts his head adequately to glance over at where you’re sitting and then offers you a shrug as his hand goes out, “I dunno, you tell me, baby.”

In the midst of taking another long hit and after passing it off to him, you meet his expectant gaze with a certain look, “Cho.”

“What?” He scoffs immediately. Then he’s sitting up and reaching over to pluck the blunt out of your hand and bring it to his lips, mumbling, “I call everyone that…”

He knew you didn’t care much for the pet name, even though he’s been calling you that ever since the two of you met. You told him about how much you hated the way it fueled the dating rumors and made it harder to get Gojo and Geto shut up. But, when your eyes roll in reaction to what he just said, he lets off a soft whir.

“Mh, you didn’t like that, huh?” Choso asks you in between several back-to-back hits that you’d normally scold him about. The brown of his eyes glide over your frame and then zero in steadily on the way your lips are moving as you speak.

“What?” You huff, “No, I don’t care if you call everyone baby.” A lie, it did bother something deep down inside of you. “I-If anything that’s a good thing.” You suggest.

To which he extends his hand out to you again, letting a single brow arch up, “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” You’re humming. Though, the sound definitely seems like you’re trying to convince yourself here…

The conversation dies out there for a moment longer than either of you care for and it doesn’t go unnoticed, even as the two of you cycle the blunt back and forth until it’s about halfway smoked through.

While you try to relax in the uncomfortable silence that’s stretching itself out in between the two of you, your mind is unfortunately drifting back to your sexual issue. The weed is supposed to keep your mind at bay and help you relax and yet, today it decided to do everything but that. Instead, your head is very much wracked with annoying flashbacks of the recent times in which you’ve been faking your orgasms for the second-rate men you’ve been sleeping with.

It’s not that these thoughts are completely unwelcome but, you’d rather not have them now while you’re busy smoking with Choso. And it really doesn’t help that he’s not being his usual talkative self right no–

“You’re quiet today,” Choso breaks the silence all of a sudden and the sound of his deepened voice is almost enough to make you flinch. It was like he’d read your mind or something just now… 

Spooky.

You’re slumped back against the chair and staring up at the thickly clouded ceiling, “Think so?”

Choso nods before he speaks. “Yeah, what’s up?” He asks, eyes still watching you as if he were studying your every little move amid the haze, “Talk to me, princess.”

While your stoned brain decides to focus on your lack of orgasms, his mind is unable to drift away from you and the way you look sitting in his bedroom right now. This isn’t too unusual for him since weed does tend to help his focus but, normally it’s not on you as much as it is today.

Perhaps that was because of your weird silence. You hadn't even complained about anything yet, which was enough to tell him that something was wrong.

Before you speak, the question rings around your head for a few seconds. Choso has a handful of pet names he uses on people and you know that but, you’re not quite sure if he says that last one to just anybody.

Hence why a delicate, “...Do you call everyone that too?” streams past the gloss of your lips.

“Nah,” Choso answers immediately as if he’d been watching the words walk right out of you. Then he tilts his head, “Just you.”

At that, you visibly tense up a little. You hated sessions like this with him. When the quiet got too loud that the mostly dormant emotions began to bloom around you. The warmth you feel flash over your face and cling at your heartstrings is definitely not from the weed but, you try to ignore it.

He’s been like this a couple times in the past. While he does get sleepy after a long smoke sesh, he also tends to get uncharacteristically direct and soft with you. You remember how one time he went on this looong rant about how pretty you were. But, before you could reply to any of it, he dozed off while mumbling about how he hoped to see you in his dreams that night.

Anytime you bring this up now, he tells you none of that ever happens and that he’d definitely remember doing so but, he doesn’t.

“You gettin’ shy on me now?” Choso asks abruptly, to which you lift your head and look at him. He’s sitting all the way up now, rolling a few more joints—as if he needs to—and then glancing to you again, “I said talk to me, what’s on your mind?”

Your gaze fixates on how careful his thumbs are with the joint’s edges, smoothing over them with the rolling, and only ever taking his eyes off of you to focus on what he’s doing before slipping his tongue out to lick it. 

A short, “Everything…” comes out of you in a manner so cliche that it makes him snort.

The unpierced side of his lips quirk up now that he’s half-smiling, “Pfft, okay… Well, what’s been going on with you lately? You’re bein’ dry as hell with me right now.” He points out.

You pout a bit and take your eyes away from him, “I dunno. I… It’s stupid.”

Choso rolls his eyes at you, “Don’t you start that shit,” He warns. You know he doesn’t like when you beat around the bush but how the hell are you supposed to tell him that you’re quiet today because you’re sexually frustrated? He’s your dealer, not-, “We’re friends, aren’t we?” He asks, interjecting your thoughts directly before shrugging, “Just talk, girl.”

You scoff a simple, “You’re so annoying…” that trails off into another long beat of silence, the only sound coming from his softly moving fingers and the way you take a few more hits of the preroll still in your hands, hoping to gain enough confidence to blurt it out. Then, after a few more carefully thought-out seconds, “...I think something’s wrong with me.” You manage.

“Seem’ perfect to me,” Choso blurts out, clearly not thinking twice about the words that just fell off his tongue.

“I-,” You pause to digest the sudden compliment, brushing it off with a chuckle, “I meant my body, Cho,” To which he mutters the same thing and you pretend not to hear it this time as you say, “I dunno if maybe it’s the stuff I’ve been smoking lately but….”

Some more stillness flies by and this time he seems to be fed up with it.

“But what? Don’t edge me here.” He demands.

The light buzz in your mind serves as a coaxing feeling that helps you finally breathe out, “I can’t cum.” 

You don’t get much of a reaction from him at first. If anything, he looks confused as he cocks an almost innocently puzzled brow, “Huh? Can’t come to what?”

“No, not-,” His literal interpretation of your words ends up making you giggle. Then you sigh, “I meant that I can’t orgasm, Choso.”

“What?” He questions dumbfoundedly.

“Please don’t make me repeat that…” You mumble.

“No, seriously, what?” Choso repeats, looking now as if you have three as he puts everything down and turns his head your direction, “You’re not gettin’ fucked right?”

Caught off completely guard, “Jesus. That's not even what I said—”

“But that’s what that means, right?” He interrupts, waiting for you to meet eyes with him again, “Unless you’re trying to tell me you seriously can’t make yourself cum.”

It’s slow but, you finally manage to look at him, “I can…”

Nodding, “Exactly so, that means you’re out there receiving mediocre shit instead of coming to me… again.”

If you weren’t caught off guard before, you damn sure are now. So much so that you cough in between your next hit, the smoke choking up in your lungs with a slight burn as your zen is thrown off. “H-Huh?” You unintentionally stammer.

Even with your eyes on one another now, he can tell you’re nervous just from talking about this. Smoking was not the cause of that flush in your cheeks and he knows it. Something else definitely had you hot right now.

Choso’s eyes flick up and down your seated frame long enough to see the way your thighs shift against the seat. Instantly, his tone gets sly, “What, you think I’m only good for weed?”

Your lashes bat, “Well, n-no, but…”

“C’mere,” He cuts off, having lifted a hand to beckon you over with two generously ringed fingers.

Your scoff is instant, “Choso, respectfully, I don’t think-”

“M’not askin’ you to think,” He smiles, fingers still waving, “I’m askin’ you to come over here.”

It takes you a bit to digest his words before your body gets to moving and when you haul yourself off the chair, you move to plop down on his bed. Sitting right next to him now, Choso leans over a little and his arm slides somewhere behind you. His hand ends up just a few inches away from your ass, his fingers splaying out against his comforter whilst his head weighs to the side.

His body is hot next to yours. So hot you could practically feel the heat oozing off his frame. And the peering look in his eyes wasn’t making it any better either…

“How many times have I told you I’m here for whatever you need, huh?” Choso whispers, the lowness of his voice causing your hips to twitch a little.

He’s all focused on you again, even more so now than he had been earlier, and it was almost as though you could feel him everywhere without him even touching you yet. Perhaps it was the cannabis in the air and the way it swirled throughout your system but, all your sensations felt heightened now.

Pulling your head away from him to gain some distance back, “Plenty of times, but..” Your shoulders slump a little, “This is different, Choso.”

His gaze falls down your body and something husky and wanting sneaks its way into his words now, “How? You think I can’t make you cum?”

God, every time he opened his mouth you felt as though you were losing your mind. And the audacity he had to be so bold with his words on top of that was making it perpetually worse by the minute.

“N-No,” You huff as your head turns back to him and you’re heard gulping thickly at his focus on your mouth. “I’m not saying that but…” You pull your lower lip in between your teeth for a moment to chew while you think. Then, you sigh again, “Well, maybe I am saying that… I just think–”

“I told you to stop doin’ that,” Choso murmurs, arm snaking around your body so that his hand could land on your hip. He gives you a little pull and almost sounds needy as he utters a husky, “C’mere.”

“I’m right–”

“Closer, baby.” Choso cuts off, finally tugging you closer so that the side of your thigh brushes up against his. He then takes his other hand and brings it up to your jaw, drawing your face way too close to his. You could smell the viscous scent of weed on his tongue as he spoke given the lack of distance between you both, his eyes never straying away from the soft, soft curve of your lips, “Now, jus’ tell me if you want me to make you cum or not and I got you.”

Your top set of lashes meets your lower ones in slow-motioned blinks as breathing properly grows increasingly difficult, “It’s not that simple…”

The man’s grasp on your chin grows a little tighter, “It really is.”

You roll your eyes again “Literally no guy has made me-”

“Do I seem like every other guy you’ve been with?” Choso scoffs, as if he were actually ticked off now. Then he forces your head some more up so that your gaze is meeting his and, fuck. The look in his eyes did something. Looking at you all commanding and desiring like you were the only thing that ever mattered in his life, “Do you want my help or not?” he whispers one last time.

Of course you wanted his help, even though you had your doubts about receiving it. You weren’t sure what would be so different with him. 

Even so, you’re slow to give him a nod of your head and grumble a cute, “Yeah,” that has him swallowing down a groan.

Then he’s weighing forward and you barely get to fully shut your eyes before his lips smooth over yours. Catching your hesitance, you feel his thumb slip upwards as he talks into your mouth, “Don’t be shy, open up f’me, baby.”

At the sound of that, your lips get to parting over his and his tongue immediately slides right in. Both of your heads tilt off in opposite directions and he’s the first to let out a string of sounds. It starts out with a grunt when you pull back half a centimeter just to slip down and clasp his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling softly.

When you give it an adorable tug and then press forward into the kiss, that’s when he starts groaning. 

Choso’s got no idea how any guy could’ve gotten their hands on all this and then decided not to make sure you’re squirting by the end of the night. He supposes he can thank all those guys now though, seeing as you’re swiftly moving forward with this kiss.

Yeah, it starts out slow and a little sloppy but while your tongues are mingling with one another’s and sharing the prominent taste of marijuana, you’re getting eager for more and throwing a leg over him.

You’re properly sitting in his lap before he realizes it. And the only reason Choso acknowledges it at all is because he feels a rush of heat spark from in between his legs as something rubs over the previously dormant tent in his sweats. He can’t even pull away from your mouth to say anything because he’s far too distracted by the gorgeous moan you sink past his lips.

Oh, he’s lost it.

Choso’s hands grab at your waist suddenly and then squeeze hard enough for you to acknowledge his touch before he smoothes downwards to your hips and pushes your body lower so that you’re flush with him. “Mmph,” bursts past his parted lips in the middle of his suckling your tongue deeper into his mouth. 

The man is all but swallowing up the sweetness against your mouth, quickly growing addicted to it. Weed could never compare to the taste—a fact of which he’s sure about now. As his tongue soon goes diving down the center of yours, you feel the surprising bud of a snake eye piercing decorating its tip.

That’s when one of your hands moves in between your bodies and sneaks under his shirt as you gasp out his name and then pull away.

His lips chase yours as you draw distance and then he hauls your entire body impossibly closer to his, your chest smushed up against him now. In doing so, you roll your hips forward against his naturally and hear the way his breath hitches. Then you feel something.

Poking-, no, jumping up against your clothed cunt in between the many, many layers between the two of you is the thickness of his bulge. And with it comes another wave of sloppy kisses.

Choso’s hands are everywhere against you now, literally. 

Something in you seems to snap at the feeling of his cock growing under you and right after you let yourself gasp at the sheer size of it one more time, the hands you had on his chest manage to recline him back against his bed.

Choso hits the mattress with a soft huff of previously lost air and his brows twist up to flash something needy at you. “Fuck,” Scratches out of his throat whilst he stares at the way you look on top of him.

So pretty…

There’s a single string of shared saliva dribbling out of the corner of your mouth and he almost moans as you start leaning down to him again, his arms moving so that he could wrap them around you. Then your lips meet again and this time it isn’t even sloppy, just hungry.

The sound is loud, louder than any kiss you’ve had lately, and noisy enough to earn a couple of smiles from him in between all the kissing. Breathing into your mouth, “You shouldn’t have told me that shit,” Choso sears as one of his hands comes up to the back of your head, the other at your neck now. “Can’t even calm myself down…”

Followed by his not-so-gentle admission is another heavy pulse from his fully erect cock. 

You manage to pluck yourself away from his mouth long enough to say, “I don’t see why,” Then you snort cockily, “S’not like you’ve changed my track record.”

“Yet,” Choso quickly corrects. And before you can add another snarky comment in response, “But that’s alright, I’m about to.” He claims, tipping his head back to relax as his hands fall away from your body completely, “Come get up here.”

You blink, “Huh? Up…” Searching his frame as if you weren’t already on top of him, your brows tweeze together, “...where?”

Even with the poking of his dick, he takes this moment to gather himself and reach over to swipe up the blunt you were last smoking. Then he shuffles for a lighter and sparks it up again, taking a hit and returning his attention to you as if the little intermission didn’t have you on edge.

You had no idea what he meant by ‘get up here’ when you were literally sitting in his lap already. Surely he didn’t mean–

“On my face,” Choso clarifies, a sexy cloud of fumes ghosting out of his mouth along with his words.

At first, you just stared at him and watched him smoke. Your body was thrumming with need in multiple areas but you just couldn’t fathom sitting on his face. Surely, that’d be pretty unsafe to do while both of you are heavily intoxicated. Hell, you can barely see around his bedroom, how can he possibly expect you to sit on his face…

Well, a few minutes later and you’re halfway there.

Not quite sitting—after a million and one concerns of being scared to suffocate him—you’re now hovering over Choso’s face. You refused to meet eyes with him so you’re turned the opposite direction and your hands are helping your body remain hoisted up as they rest on the bed, caging the lower half of his body—just as your legs were doing to his head right now.

Your pants have been snatched off and you’re completely exposed to the greed of his eyes. He’s hardly touched you ever since you caved and brought your bare pussy up over his face. You’ve been left to stare at the throbbing bulge that rests a few inches away from your face and you feel awkward.

Y’know, until there’s a warm blow of intoxicated air that swirls up against your dripping cunt. Followed by which is the sound of Choso lapping over his lips at the sight, scoffing after. One thumb finally draws up to meet the left lip of your pussy as he slips it over and reveals more of your slicked glory. Your cunt clenches embarrassingly at his first touch and you silently hope he doesn’t notice how you drip when he starts talking.

“Shiit,” Choso begins, voice heavy in baritone now—no longer from the weed but purely from his own arousal, “You’re tellin’ me nobody’s made this pretty girl cum?” He asks, “Who the fuck have you been goin’ to, huh?”

You glance back at him over your shoulder, hardly able to see his face with the way you’re hovering, “Cho, I—“

“Shhh, I’ll take care of ya’. Don’t sweat it.” He claims, to which you roll your eyes. He always fuckin’ says that… “Now sit.”

Another gulp is heard from you, “Choso, I already told you. I don’t wanna crush—“

Rolling those blown-out brown eyes of his, Choso’s other hand meets your hip with a mean grip before he tugs your body down and your cunt promptly meets his greedy face. “So stubborn.”

The gasp you let out at the initial contact of his lips against your wetness makes something inside you crave the ability to disappear. You were hot before but now you’re soaking and heated all over.

Your nerves felt like they were on fire and your hips practically melted downwards when you felt Choso’s tongue slither out to get the first taste of you. “Hnngh-, fuck…” You breathe, fingers curling into the sheets to hold onto.

You’ve gotten head from guys plenty of times but this was so much different. And he only just started!

You definitely had your high to blame for the way his tongue feels glissading upwards in between your lathering folds—the sensation so strong and pleasurable you swore for a second he had two tongues or something. Of course, that’s just the weed talking but shit…

“S’sweet…” Choso mumbles into your cunt, pulling away just to spit and then using the fat of his thumb to rub the slick of it into you, “Poor baby, nobody could make you cum, huh?” He says.

You start to open your mouth—thinking he was talking to you—but when his thumb presses past that rather welcoming ring of resistance and earns one gorgeous squelch, you quickly realize he’s not talking to you at all.

“Yeahh?” He purrs, one eager smile plastering itself out across his face, “You needed someone to come talk to you directly?” 

Choso toys with your insides using only his thumb for a while, grinning wickedly the whole way through as he watches the way your pussy splurts out such saccharine sounds of slick ‘n filth. It’s not until your soakage is dripping down his hand that he finds himself grunting and then dragging his thumb out of you tenderly.

Sticking it into his mouth just to suck your taste off for a second, you hear the way he moans around his own digit. Then, before you have time to realize just how wet you really are, there are two dumbly thick fingers slipping past the plush of your folds, wiggling in deep and coaxing a pitched sound out of your throat.

“Y’like that, huh?” Choso mutters from beneath you, jaw already coated with the sweet traces of your taste, “You’re bein’ so loud, this must feel really good…” He comments softly. Then his fingers abruptly slip out of you and swat over to your clit to land a couple of wet smacks against, earning nothing more than a whine from you. To which he chuckles and tilts his head at the little quiver your cunt does in reaction, “Hah, s’okay, you don’t have to answer… she’s doin’ plenty of talkin’ for you.”

Those little smacks of his quickly grow repetitive and as he does so, he lets his jaw fall open and hangs his tongue out to capture the syrupy drip that oozes off of your walls. 

When he starts working you over his fingers again, you don’t even realize the upper half of your body has slumped over until you feel something pressing up against your cheek. Your eyes had fluttered shut and everything, having grown so lost in the pleasure of his fingers that you didn’t even realize what you’d laid yourself on.

Lifting your head, you look over and stare at the outline of his cock again. There’s a slight patch of wetness where his plump tip is resting and you’re moving before you’re thinking.

“Aw-, woahh..” Choso gasps from behind you, to which your senses come back to you a bit whilst you push his sweatpants down. “What uh-,” His voice almost cracks for a second there but he swallows the hindrance in his voice down. Then he’s hissing when your hand slips under his boxers and wraps around his curving shaft, “Fuck.. what’re you doin’?”

The curve in your back deepens and the fingers he’s got inside you now get swallowed up even tighter the second his cock springs out. With wide eyes and a drooling mouth, you don’t even hesitate to take his length into your hand and then let your breath hit it as you whisper, “Returning the favor, Cho…”

He scoffs, “You don’t have to-, holy shit…” The mere press of your warm lips against his leaky cockhead is enough to make him whine. And as if encouraged, you quickly spread your mouth over him and ease it down around his dick, letting your tongue lap at the sides upon your descent. “Oh god, your throat feels s-so fuckin’ good…. A-All this and people had the nerve to leave you unsatisfied? Tch.”

Meeting you halfway, Choso dives back into your cunt with the entirety of his mouth. You feel the ball of his tongue piercing tickle your walls as he stretches you out against the glutinous pink muscle—your moaning around his cock sending filthy vibrations all throughout his body.

His hips thrust up instinctively and his lips pop off of you with a sharp breath, “Fuck, princess… Do that again, yeah?”

Your cheeks hollow out as your jaw widens and you force yourself down further until his fat tip is bumping up against the back of your throat, earning a nasty gag from you. You try to lift yourself to breathe but you’re met with a sudden pressure at the back of your head as he swiftly pushes you back down.

“Hold it f’me,” Choso groans, “Need you t’feel me back there,” He adds shortly after. Then, keeping your head still, “There ya’ go, gooood girl…” He praises as his hips start bucking up again until your eyes are coated with tears.

Truth be told, Choso isn’t normally this rough with anyone he fucks. But the high buzzing throughout his brain has him acting different. He can't get over the way your lips feel wrapped around his cock like a warm hug. And the way he slides all the way down your throat perfectly? Oh, you’re lucky he hasn’t cum inside your mouth already.

The dark hairs he has decorating the area around the base of his heavy length tickle your chin with how wide your lips are parted around him. You could feel him leaving soggy kisses against your uvula and all it did was make you soak above his face.

When you finally give him another moan as your face presses snuggly against his skin—the veins trailing his dick pulsing with little heartbeats against your tongue—he lets your head go. You fly up a bit and start coughing softly, glancing back at him with a pout as you wipe your mouth off, just to see that he’s already moving on to do something else as if he didn’t just choke you out on his dick less than two seconds ago.

Choso’s got a joint perched between his lips as he takes a loooong drag from it and when he plucks it away from his mouth, he takes his free hand and moves it to your hip. You don’t even realize what’s happened until something heated is slapping up against your slobbering cunt. The sensation makes you jump and then Choso—ever the freak—is leaning up to shotgun a kiss directly into the puffy folds of your cunt.

“Ch-Choso,” You choke, “What the f-fuuck…”

Then your hips are lifting as if to escape him and something throaty and annoyed reverberates its way out of his throat before you feel his painted fingernails dig into your skin and force you back down, his head shaking up into your pussy whilst his tongue lathers into the deepest depths of your slutty cavern.

Then you hear the wet, gushing smacks that his mouth against your cunt begins to make, feeling a certain sensation bloom in the pit of your stomach. Your legs are twitching around his head and you’re whining. “Choso, w-wait… please, I-I feel weird…”

Instead of acknowledging your words, he just groans something filthy and hot against you, “Such a sloppy pussy, droolin’ allll over me like this…” He points out. You’re not sure if it’s possible but he’s clearly high off of you and not just the weed. 

You try rolling your hips back to see if that would capture his attention but all that does is make his cock drip with creamy slathers of white from the slit. As you notice that, you try to lean down and suck on his neglected tip, hoping that would get his mouth to go easy on you for just a second.

Unfortunately for you, that did the exact opposite. 

Instead, Choso’s pulling back to spit a gloopy wad of spit onto your cunt and then scoffing, “You should tell me-, hah.. who the assholes are,” He mutters, beyond pussy drunk, “The ones that couldn’t make you cum,” His tongue flicks around as if he were spreading his own saliva via spelling something out, “Then let me send ‘em the sexy lil’ mess m’about to make of you….”

Prying away from his cock for a second, “That’d be so-, mmgh! Right there, Choso…”

“Yeah? Right here? This is the spot they couldn’t find? How pathetic,” He’s searing with his tongue, drawing his name into your gluey walls all cursive-like, making your eyes roll back. “You’re so easy to please,” He teases, smiling after, “Unless, of course… fuck, that’s only ‘cause of me?” Choso asks, spitting again just to have the entire space in between your legs a slopped, wet mess, “S’that what it is? You like the way I treat this pussy?”

“Yesss, Cho,” You whine ever so thankfully.

And of course, he leans back up to french-kiss your pussy lips in response. You’re so high ‘n horny that you don’t even realize the number of times you’d let your shimmery gloss of release coat the insides of his mouth by now. 

Not until he’s felt smiling into you, “Mgh.. again? How many times is that now? Eight?” The number makes you inhale swiftly in surprise, your hand squeezing the base of his cock a bit tighter as you move your head to the side to moan deliciously. “Gimme one more ‘n I’ll give you a break…” He coos, pierced tongue massaging your sensitive folds now. 

At that, something prominent builds up within you. “Choso, mmnh! I-I think I’m… ohgod… m’gonna cum,” You pant, lazily jerking him off with what little strength you have in your hand.

He snickers, “Silly girl, you already did that. I think what’s about to happen now is uh…” His voice trails for a moment so that he could plug your hole in with his fingers and curl them against your g-spot, “You’re about to squirt f’me…” Choso tells you. 

And squirt for him you do.

You never thought you could feel pleasure so good that you couldn’t even tell you’d finished until you were at the point of squirting. It’s a weird sensation that makes you moan his name loud enough for his fraternity brothers to hear outside of his room. 

Your entire body convulses and your mind just blanks out. You think his fingers are somewhere around your clit and his tongue is back in between your slippery walls but you couldn’t tell at this point—all you knew was that you were making a mess all over his face.

And through it, he was down there praising you. “That’s it, thaaaat’s it, princess..” Letting his tongue dangle out again to slur, “Right on my fuckin’ face, I want everyyy drop.”

It’s embarrassing for you—y’know, squirting all over your plug’s face just from his stupidly skillful tongue and fingers. You wanted to hate every second of it, hate how nasty you felt by the time your orgasmic high began to diminish but, fuck there wasn't a single thought left in your brain.

You told the man no guy was making you cum and he did so consecutively without even putting his cock inside you. Not only that, he was faded the entire time!

Arguably, you were too so that’s likely why you were so sensitive to his mouth to begin with but… still.

You feel like you black out after your orgasm but, it’s only for a few seconds. Eventually, your ears catch the loud roar of his groans and bat your tear-coated eyelashes open to see his cock has spilt globs of cum out around your hand. Your grasp on him instantly releases and you scoff softly at the sticky mess.

Both of your orgasms leave your bodies motionless for a long while—your frame slumped over against his—and nothing but the sound of filthy pants echo throughout his fogged room.

Choso’s the first to eventually break the silence with a breathy, “And uh, next time come to me when you wanna get off…” He murmurs, feeling your limp body weight shift against him a little, “…not just for weed, okay?”

“Uhuh..” You babble tiredly.

“Good,” He sighs. “'Cause I charge pretty cheap for these sex sessions.”

Freezing, “What?”

Choso chuckles, a weary smile painted across his slicked face, “I told you I don’t do anything for free, didn’t I?”

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Honestly, it's more of an inside joke at this point. When someone asks if you're seeing one of them and you shake your head, suppressing a little smile that's threatening to pull at your lips. Or sometimes one of the guys, usually Satoru, will make a comment when they think you're out of earshot, asking if your roommates have 'got on that, yet,' and the two of them just sigh and tell him 'no.'

Their friends never seem to notice the little look that Toji and Sukuna share, the acknowledgement of your circle's secret.

Because another truth is that none of you guys have actually addressed the situation. No one's talked about where your relationships stand, what kinds of feelings may or may not be involved— so while it's fun to keep that knowledge private, there's also a part of you that knows deep down you're not even certain how to answer some of the questions that get thrown your way.

Sukuna and Toji seem to be quite content with the way things are— though partially because Sukuna will never admit to you how it's nearly killing him that he hasn't so much as kissed you yet, and neither him nor Toji are ready to admit why that is.

When you stumble into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, Sukuna flashes you a grin that only widens as your tired gaze rolls over the bare expanse of his torso.

You turn, fiddling with the coffee machine, working under the guise of needing a latte instead of hiding the blush on your cheeks, despite the fact that you know he's already made one for you. He's been sweet— as sweet as someone like Sukuna can be— and lately he's always got your coffee ready by the time you make it into the kitchen.

But it's just because you do this every time.

Your back to him, skin always soft under a thin spaghetti-strap tank-top, ass threatening to spill out of your favorite sleep shorts. Practically a silent invitation for him to slot himself behind you, a firm hand on your waist as the other reaches around, mug in his grasp.

"Already made yours," Sukuna's voice rings low in your ear, raspy from sleep and going straight to your core. His chest is nearly flush against you as he towers behind you, and he wonders if you're even aware of it— the way you're nudging your hips backwards, ass pressing oh, so slightly against his crotch.

"Thanks, Kuna," you mumble in reply, gracing him with a quick smile over your shoulder before grabbing the cup from him. The ceramic is warm in the palm of your hand, a heat rivaling the furnace that is your pink-haired roommate, though it's admittedly less comforting.

Your eyes do a quick scan around the room, no doubt looking for the third roommate. You do that a lot when Sukuna's around you. Like you're going to get caught doing something you shouldn't.

It seems like you haven't realized that they didn't actually mind sharing. Whether that was sharing you with each other or sharing each other with you— they were more than happy to do either, on their own terms of course.

You raise the mug to your lips, trying to ignore the way your bodies are flush against one another, the way his hand has dipped under the hem of your shirt, calloused thumb rubbing gently along your skin.

It's robust, bold in the way espresso should be, and the milk is perfectly foamy, the syrup not too sweet. He really has memorized the way you like your coffee, and the contented sigh that falls from your lips tells Sukuna as much.

"'s it good, princess?"

"It's perfect, you should be a barista."

Sukuna hums like you bring up a good point, demeanor playful, casual like his chest isn't swelling with pride at the praise. "Nah, don't really care to make coffee for people."

You finally turn around, twisting in Sukuna's grip as he runs his other hand through his hair. "You make mine all the time," you point out.

"And?"

"Why bother making mine if you don't care to?"

"That's different," Sukuna sighs, watching the way your brows furrow.

"How?"

"Because I want to make yours."

"Why?"

You want him to admit that he's into you, but each time you try to pry it out of him he somehow manages to give you nothing.

Sure, he's always flirting and teasing, Sukuna's never one to shy away from that. He's quick to be the first one touching you— smacking your ass when you bend over in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist as he reaches above you to grab the pan you need, pulling you onto his lap when it's just the two of you on the couch together.

He'll get you worked up to the point where you're dripping through the gusset of your panties, poor neglected pussy just desperate to be filled, and it's always that exact moment when he decides to pull away. He leaves you high and dry, wondering what the fuck just happened as you slip back into your room and open your nightstand to pull out your vibrator.

In all the weeks that have passed, you still don't have any real confirmation of his interest in you, and each day that goes by leave you feeling more unsure. You find yourself wondering if Sukuna just doesn't want you in the way Toji does.

But in Sukuna's mind, it should be obvious, regardless if he's actually fucked you or confessed his feelings. Because there's no way you're standing mere inches away from him with his hand on your hip, your eyes locked on his, and you're asking him why he'll make a latte for you.

"You can't be fuckin' serious," Sukuna's face is flat, lips starting to pull into a disappointed frown.

"You act like that's not a valid question," you start, voice beginning to raise in the way it always does when you're feeling defensive, "you just said you don't care to make coffee for people, so I asked why you make mine everyday. I feel like that's—"

"Yeah but that's a stupid fuckin' question, cause—"

Your jaw falls open as you set your coffee down behind you, arms coming up to cross over your chest. "It's not stupid, Kuna. And don't interrupt me, it's rude."

His eyes flutter shut, chest rising as he inhales deeply, fighting to keep his frustration at bay. How could you be one of the only people he enjoys spending time with and simultaneously the biggest pain in his ass? "Okay, my bad— even though you just interrupted me too—"

"It's not even 9:30, how the fuck are you two going at it already?" Toji's voice cuts through your silly argument, stealing both your attention away as he shuts the front door behind him.

You suck in a breath at the sound of his voice, turning slightly to look at him though Sukuna keeps you in your place within his hold.

"Morning, Toji," you greet, mustering up the courage to look him in the eyes.

A quick scan of his expression reveals little, leaving you both apprehensive and curious. Toji always seemed relatively indifferent about your relationship with Sukuna, offering nothing but a chuckle whenever he'd spot the two of you much too close together.

He flashes you a crooked grin, dropping the his gym bag to the floor. "Mornin' dollface, this guy bothering you?"

Sukuna rolls his eyes, suppressing a sigh because he can't believe that actually pulled a giggle from you. "She's the one bothering me, don't be fooled."

You spin around to swat at his arm, "am not!"

"Oh yeah?" Toji smirks, standing across the room, shoulder resting on the wall and jade eyes locked on the scene before him. Your hips against Sukuna's, his hand on your waist, not to mention the little pink tint that's dusted across his cheeks as he scowls down at you. Your pretty tits are sitting inside that flimsy top, nearly pushed up against Sukuna's chest as he leans over you, keeping you locked between him and the counter. "Should've known— she's a handful."

"Tell me about it," Sukuna drawls, the words lazy, rolling off his tongue at the same speed of his hand as it slides lower, drifting over the swell of your ass and squeezing gently.

The men lock eyes in a second, mirrored smirks reflected back to each other as you rack your brain for something to say in response to that, but in all honesty the entire situation has you feeling flustered. And nothing gets any better when Toji moves again, long strides carrying him the rest of the way over to you and Sukuna.

He's still sweaty from the gym, raven locks slicked against his forehead and compression shirt glued to his skin. You can smell the musk radiating from him, the smell harmonizing with the lingering scent of Sukuna's cologne and body wash.

Toji slips an arm around Sukuna's shoulder, their bodies pressed close. And with both men peering down their noses at you now, you can't help but feel quite small before them. Your knees shift, instinctually moving closer together as you feel that familiar heat pooling low in your belly— a subtle movement, but one that's caught by everyone in the room, two sets of eyes flickering down to your thighs before meeting your gaze again. "Gotta go easy on him, he doesn't know how to handle you like I do."

Toji's touch feels like it's burning into Sukuna's flesh, the weight of his arm resting heavy around his neck.

"And how's that?" Sukuna asks, ignoring the way he can feel Toji. There's a growing bulge in the apex of Toji's sweatpants that's nudging against Sukuna's leg each time he shifts, and you haven't even noticed.

You're too distracted by the feeling of Sukuna's own cock prodding at your pelvis through his shorts.

Heat creeps up the back of your neck, radiating off of your two roommates as they cage you in against the counter. Breath coming in ragged, your eyes flit from one man to the other, like you can't decide where to give your attention because they're both too captivating.

The tension that's settling thick in the room makes your chest feel tight and the space between your thighs ache with a glaring need.

And then, with a loud smack to Sukuna's ass, Toji breaks through the silence between you three, causing your gaze to snap up to his. "Well, I gotta shower."

"Yeah, you stink," Sukuna grumbles, doing his best to ignore the way he can feel his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink.

Toji just grins, sly and knowing as he pulls away from your group to get a better look at Sukuna, "you stink too now, so… you coming?"

And just like that, when you think you're finally going to get what you want— what you've wanted for the last several weeks— you're left alone in the kitchen, frustrated and confused.

You're sure there's something going on between the two of them. It's not like they're doing a good job at hiding it considering all the touches, the glances, the constant showering together. But you never thought that would be something that got in your way considering how forward both men still were with you, not to mention the fact that you and Toji have continued hooking up.

With an exasperated groan you turn back around, staring glumly at your coffee that's now gone cold. Through the quiet you can hear the sound of the water turning on down the hall, the scowl on your face only pulling deeper as your thighs press closer together.

You can imagine the way the room must be filling with steam, a thick blanket of warmth covering the two men as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Fuckin' cockblock." Sukuna's grumbling as he strips down to join Toji who's already naked and standing under the water.

Sukuna tells himself he's not sure why he even follows Toji's lead— why he listens to him each time he intervenes between you and him, whether in person or as a little voice in his head. He tries to convince himself that he's irritated, that he's tired of missing such easy chances with you because of your other roommate but if that was really the case then he wouldn't be so hard.

"Just get in here," Toji mutters, rolling his eyes.

With a single stride Sukuna closes the gap, stepping over the lip of the tub and into the shower, and Toji wastes no time slipping an arm around his waist. One large hand splaying across Sukuna's lower back, Toji tugs him closer and the heat of his breath just inches from his face feels more stifling than the steaming water cascading over the two of them.

Rough fingertips trail along Sukuna's skin, drifting to his hips, his pelvis, before dropping lower. He sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of Toji's hand finally wrapping around the base of his cock.

"You just hard all the time?" Toji teases, giving the base a light squeeze. "I mean I get it, living with her…"

Sukuna averts his eyes, gaze slipping down in time to see Toji's tongue darting out, swiping along the scar on his lips. And Toji doesn't miss it, nor does he miss the way Sukuna's length twitches in his grasp.

"Or maybe it's not her—"

"Shut up," Sukuna snaps, his own hand flying down to grasp between Toji's thighs.

Toji's heavy in Sukuna's palm, his cock already half-hard and getting stiffer with the tighter that Sukuna grips it. And Sukuna's fucking throbbing. Precum leaking just to get washed away by the shower, but the water can't hide the way his tip is all swollen and red. Toji swipes a thumb over the slit causing Sukuna to shudder, his head lolling back and eyes fluttering shut. Toji always knew exactly what he needed— how he needed to be touched.

It was infuriating.

Especially when Toji would dish out those stupid commands at the same time—

"Don't fuck her yet," he rasps, tone curt and voice low as Sukuna groans, a sound of pleasure and frustration.

Sukuna's hand works slowly, gliding up and down Toji's length with a practiced rhythm as he grits out his question, "how much longer you gonna make me wait?"

And Toji just chuckles at that. An easy sound that doesn't betray the tightness in his abdomen, his muscles tensing with each rub of Sukuna's palm along his shaft. "Dunno. Til I get bored of this."

It wasn't even jealousy that Toji was feeling, he wasn't protective over you, he was secure enough to not care about that. He just loved the power. Loved being in control of Sukuna, in control of your relationship with him, without you even knowing.

A scowl spreads across Sukuna's face, his fist moving faster. "Y'know I could just fuck her anyways—"

"You won't." Toji loosens his own grip, his touch featherlight as he twists his wrist, pumping Sukuna's cock languidly. A grin splits across his lips at the sight of Sukuna's frown tugging down further in response to his lightening grasp. "You always listen, don't ya?"

Bottom lip tugged between his teeth, Sukuna rolls his hips, chasing the feeling he was getting before but to no avail. Toji doesn't move, doesn't wrap his fingers snug around his length and twist and pull like Sukuna needs him to.

"Admit it," Toji grunts, his own hips stuttering in Sukuna's hold which hasn't relented because, despite Toji's actions, he's still pumping his cock like he has something to prove.

Sukuna's just hoping that the closer Toji gets to his release, the more lenient he'll be. He's gambling on the chance that just maybe Toji will take pity on him and finally give him what he wants.

But he should have known Toji would never give in that easy.

"You're gonna be a good boy aren't ya? Just like you have been."

The smile on his face, the tone of his voice is cruel. He's getting pure amusement from the knowledge that Sukuna's trying so hard to please him just because he'd do anything but defy him.

"F-fuck off," Sukuna rasps, breath catching in his throat at an unexpected squeeze of Toji's fingers just under his swollen tip.

Toji's thumb presses against Sukuna's frenulum before gliding down with his hand, trailing along the winding veins towards the base and back up again. "You're gonna let me keep stuffin' her with my cock instead, yeah? Just cause I told you to."

Picking up the pace, Toji works faster to match Sukuna's rhythm, drawing a low groan from him. Pink tresses matted to his forehead, they contrast with the black ink as his head hangs forwards now, red eyes narrowed at Toji. His jaw is tight, his teeth clenched together to bite back whatever retort he had because he wouldn't dare say that Toji's wrong— not when he's finally able to feel his climax building.

"Fuck— you love it though," Toji grunts, "y'love it when I'm fuckin' her. Know you're listening every time, probably jackin' off."

If Sukuna's cheeks weren't already flushed from the steam they would be now. Memories coursing through his mind of all the times he's done that very thing over the past few weeks. All the nights where Toji follows you into your room, casting a quick glance over his shoulder at Sukuna before shutting the door, leaving the pink haired man to tend to himself.

Which he did every time.

Snaking a hand into his pants to fist his already-stiff cock, the other clasped onto his mouth to try and muffle the sound of your names falling from his lips.

And he doesn't even feel that guilty about it anymore. Not since the first time he heard you calling their names.

No, he doesn't feel bad now that he knows you're also imagining him, imagining Toji, imagining him and Toji together whenever you're stuffing two little fingers into your cunt.

It's exactly what you're doing right now— out in the living room because you couldn't even wait to make it to your bedroom. Legs spread wide as you writhe on the couch that smells like your two roommates, a sticky mess coating your hand as you rub sloppy circles on your clit.

You know what they're doing every time they go in the bathroom with one another.

It used to piss you off— it still kind of does— the fact that you haven't been invited. But you can't find it in yourself to stay mad when your mind starts conjuring up vivid images of the two of them. You imagine what they might be saying to one another, what they might be saying about you. You imagine the way their sweat must be rolling over their chests and down their backs, mixing in with the rivulets of bath water as they pant, their breaths mingling.

"Course I'm jackin' off. Y'won't let me fuckin'— fuck— do anything else," Sukuna groans, irritation seeping back into his emotions.

Toji hums, eyes glinting with something that makes Sukuna's stomach flip and his cock jump. "I'll let ya fuck her if you give me somethin' else."

Sukuna's eyebrow raises at that, an indication of his intrigue, urging Toji to continue.

"Suck me off. Then you can."

"Fuck no, that's gay."

A sharp laugh escapes Toji, he'd really thought that Sukuna was past that part but apparently he's still coming to terms with some things. "You think this isn't?

"'m not— sh-shit— suckin' your cock," Sukuna grits out between broken moans.

It's taking every ounce of Sukuna's brainpower to keep responding to Toji as his orgasm looms overhead. It's rising embarrassingly fast, threatening to crash over him with every drag of Toji's thumb over his cockhead and every filthy word that spills from his roommate's mouth.

And it's only worse now that Toji's planted the idea in his head.

Sukuna can feel his composure slipping even faster as images flash through his mind. He can imagine what it would be like— Toji's dick gliding along his tongue, his jaw aching from being stretched wide open to accommodate the girth. His knees pressed hard into the porcelain tub and a rough grip in his hair, guiding him however Toji wants. Faster, deeper, until the back of his throat is bruised and being painted white.

A sound much too close to a whimper bubbles up from Sukuna's throat as he feels his cock start twitching.

"Then y'cant fuck her." There's a smirk playing at Toji's lips because he knows that Sukuna's about to cum.

No matter how much the tattooed man grumbles with feigned disgust towards Toji's desires, the truth is that each time he suggests they try something else, just a minute later he'll have Sukuna grunting out his name, leaving his hand is a gooey mess.

"God 'm gonna bust—" Sukuna groans, a guttural sound that echoes off the tile walls around them.

The two men are practically fucking themselves into each other's fists now, hips rolling as they stand inches apart. Foreheads pressed together, they're both staring straight down, entranced by the view of their arms crossed, their hands wrapped snug around the other's cocks. Each thrust pushes their flushed tips further out of their grasps until they're rubbing up against one another. Shower water and precum smearing between the undersides of their shafts as they glide together.

"Mmm, y'like that?" Toji drawls, tongue licking at the corner of his watering mouth. He spits down, a fat glob landing on their heads, rolling down between them. "Fuckin' nasty. Never gotten this close have we, pretty boy? You like watchin' our dicks rub together?"

"Fuck, yeah," Sukuna pants. He can feel the sweat forming on his forehead just to get washed away, the back of his neck burning as he brings his other hand down to tug at his balls.

"Know you're close— c'mon, want ya to cum all over both our cocks. Lemme feel the mess you're gonna make." Toji's voice is addictive. Each word easily coaxing Sukuna's orgasm to the surface leaving his hips stuttering and his fingers squeezing tighter as he feels his balls and Toji's cock both twitching in his palms.

And Sukuna cums hard. A whole body reaction as his muscles tense and his body shakes, he can't stop the shout of Toji's name that tumbles out as seemingly endless spurts white spill onto his cock, Toji's cock, their hands, the shower floor before getting washed down the drain.

"Holy shit." The sight alone sends Toji falling off of his peak right after, his hand gripping Sukuna's nape. Toji ruts into Sukuna's fist faster, craving a rougher friction until his spend is seeping between his fingers like glue. Whatever hasn't been washed away clings to their skin, forming translucent webs of their seed as they finally pull their hands back from one another.

Toji's chest is heaving when he leans away, lips slightly parted as he and Sukuna look on at one another silently. That is, until Toji starts to laugh.

"The fuck is so funny?" Sukuna's scowling again already, a result of his post-nut clarity being amplified from Toji's outburst.

"Nothin', you just really did make a mess."

Sukuna's jaw drops at that. No matter how often the two of them get off together, he's still warming up to the idea of actually talking about it afterwards. He'd much prefer if they just finished up the shower normally and continued to go about their days.

"Half of that shit was you!" Sukuna shouts, eyes squinting as water splashes on them. "Just shut the fuck up and wash your greasy hair."

Things continue the way they are for the rest of the month. Which means weeks of endless teasing, endless flirting from both Toji and Sukuna, and still Toji is the only one that ever gives you more. He's the only one that follows you back to your room when you whisper in his ear about what you need him to do to you.

He's always happy to indulge. Cock already stiff by the time he slides your panties down your thighs and slots himself between them. Tip already leaking even before he presses inside your heat, stretching you open, watching your back arch off the mattress with a saccharine moan of his name.

But no matter how many times you sit yourself on Sukuna's lap with your arms slung around his neck and lips brushing the curve of his ear— he never breaks. Even when you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing hard against your ass and you can hear how his breath catches in his throat.

He'll just chuckle, deep and strained as he plants two hands on your hips and lifts you off of him before standing and retreating to the bathroom or his bedroom.

You know he's taking care of himself in there. Or Toji is. So why the fuck won't he let you?

You're certain that they can tell that you're fraying at the edges.

You catch some of the shared glances they cast each other whenever you snap at one of them for crowding your personal space— something you never minded before. You notice the slight waver in Sukuna's hand before he places it around your shoulder during movie night, and the way Toji's eyes constantly flit down to his own hand on your thigh like he's making sure you didn't cut it off when he wasn't looking.

It's making you feel like you're crazy.

Never in your life have you seen someone so clearly attracted to you who also acts like it would be a crime to actually have sex with you. So you decide that you're done putting yourself out there and playing into their games.

Next movie night, you sit on the end of the couch instead of the middle, where you usually are sandwiched between them. When they walk in it's clear they're not expecting it. Both men pause in their tracks for a brief moment, beers in hand as they look at you quietly before finally sitting down awkwardly.

Sukuna's in the middle now, and Toji's in his usual spot on the other end of the couch.

"Here," Sukuna turns, holding a beer out for you to take.

You barely look at him when you grab it, muttering a flat 'thanks,' under your breath. His gaze lingers, mouth slightly agape like he's considering saying something else before it closes and he shifts to give his attention to Toji.

Toji always gets his attention.

Taking a swig of your drink, cold and carbonated, it's as bitter on your tongue as the jealousy twisting in your chest.

"What movie were you thinking about?" Sukuna asks, nursing his own beer.

Toji just shrugs, reaching for the remote with a grunt before reclining into the couch, "don't care, up to you guys." Legs spread wide, his thigh is pressed flat against the side of Sukuna's, his free arm slung around the back of his seat as he turns on the TV.

Sukuna looks at you once more, eyes met with the side of your face as you continue to stare straight ahead. "What do you wanna watch, princess?"

You fight against the twitch pulling at a corner of your lips, stubbornly determined to keep your mouth set into a straight line. "I don't care, something good."

A soft chuckle comes from the other end of the couch. It's obvious you're pissed off, and Toji should probably feel bad for finding it to be amusing but he can't. Not with the way you're cutely pouting, avoiding their eyes as you grumble whenever they talk to you. Maybe he'd be more worried if he wasn't so sure that there was no way you'd be able to stay mad at them.

There was always a way to make you forgive them.

Sukuna didn't look so sure. His eyebrows pulling together as he looks on at you barely acknowledging him.

"Go on, Sukuna," Toji muses, "put on 'something good'."

You flash Toji a glare, annoyed at his mocking tone which made it obvious that he wasn't taking your ire seriously. You're going to make this movie night as difficult as possible for them.

Every movie that Sukuna suggested, you said no to.

"This one? It's a thriller, I heard it's good."

"No, don't feel like a thriller tonight."

"Okay… horror? Could watch a slasher."

"Ew. Too much gore, I don't want to see that right now."

Sukuna sighs, clearly frustrated but trying not to piss you off further by expressing it. "Fine, want to watch one of those girly movies you like? 'Chick flick' or some shit."

That pulls a small glance from you out of the corner of your eye, when he continues, "Mean girls? Legally blonde? You love those."

"Not in the mood." That one hurt to say no to.

And finally, Sukuna reached his limit. You were being impossible. "Alright," he sets his beer down, arms crossing in front of his chest as he leans back to get a better look at you. "The fuck is wrong?"

Your eyes narrow into slits, mouth tugging into a frown. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. Trying to make you feel better by lettin' you pick the movie and you're bein' difficult, so what's wrong?"

"I don't care what stupid movie we watch," you snap, causing Toji's eyes to widen slightly.

Sukuna swears there's got to be a vein bulging in his forehead by now, his voice raising slightly, "then what the fuck do you want from me?"

If only there was some popcorn for Toji, this beats any movie.

"Nothing! I just—" you pause, hesitant to continue your sentence. If you tell him what's really bothering you and he turns you down, that could potentially lead to some tension between all the roommates, and you don't want to ruin your living situation.

"You just…?" Sukuna's eyebrows raise as he looks at you expectantly. Each beat of silence that passes causes the pit in your stomach to grow as you wage an internal battle over how to respond. "Spit it out, princess."

Your eye twitches at the pet name. One you secretly adore, though it makes your chest hurt now, serving as a reminder of what you don't have. You used to be so certain that he used it because he meant it— and now you don't know. The word rolling off his tongue with sincerity, by the time it reaches your ears your own emotions have twisted it into mockery.

"Don't call me that," you mutter, eyes downcast as you grip your beer in both hands, the aluminum crinkling slightly. "Not unless you mean it."

Toji's eyebrows fly up now, looking on with intrigue at the scene unfolding in front of him. He's already caught on to the true issue, but given the confusion written all over Sukuna's face, it's clear that he still hasn't.

"What are you talking about?" Sukuna near shouts, more frustrated by his own lack of understanding than the fact that you're giving him attitude.

He hates this.

He hates the way you won't look at him, and the way your voice is small when you're normally overflowing with confidence. He hates that he doesn't know what's bothering you, because you won't just tell him what the issue is. And he hates that Toji is behind him snickering throughout this whole conversation, clearly picking up on something that he hasn't.

"You've been a brat for almost a week now," Sukuna starts, voice low but sharp, finally pulling your gaze up to his, "and I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't know what the hell the problem is, so just fuckin' tell me."

"You're my problem!"

"Um—"

"You want Sukuna, ain't that right, baby?" Toji coos.

A flush of embarrassment sears under your skin from Toji calling you out so bluntly, but Sukuna speaks before it can fester for too long.

"You seriously think I wouldn't want you?" His gaze is heavy, trailing over your body. Your neck, your lips, your bare legs exposed by the little shorts you love to wear around the house, and your chest in your favorite cotton tank top.

"Well, I don't know—"

Toji stands up from the couch and stretches, flashing Sukuna a look in silent communication with the other man following suit after.

You watch them with curiosity as you sit silently, the rest of your sentence long forgotten.

Emerald eyes hold your gaze as Toji cocks his head to the side, motioning toward the hallway, "you lead the way."

Your insecurity slowly starts to dwindle, being replaced with a burning anticipation as you push past both men on a path back to your bedroom. They trail closely behind you, watching intently, the weight of their stares bringing goosebumps to your skin.

Once inside your room, the sight of your bed makes you pause. You're no stranger to sex, but a threesome was one of the things you'd never tried before.

And as if he knew exactly what you were thinking, Toji's arms wrap around you from behind, his lips brushing by your ear as his fingertips grasp the hem of your shirt.

"Strip."

Sukuna watches, his pupils blown wide and breathing heavy as you lift your arms, letting Toji slide your flimsy top over your head.

"Fuck." Sukuna's already hard, the view of your tits alone sending all the blood in his body straight to his dick.

"Perfect, huh?" Toji hums, thumbs dipping into the waistband of your shorts and tugging gently.

Sukuna can only nod, mouth dry and tongue heavy as he watches your shorts fall over your thighs, down your calves, and onto the floor where you step out of them.

"No panties?" Toji's voice rumbles in your ear, the space between your thighs that was already wet getting slicker at the sound of it. His eyes glide up, staring into Sukuna's as his hands drift along your stomach, "your turn."

Already shirtless, Sukuna wastes no time before hooking his fingers inside his shorts and briefs, pulling them both down together. Your eyes are transfixed on the scene in front of you as you watch the garments slide down his muscled legs, your breath hitching when his freed cock slaps up against his stomach before hanging down from its own weight.

They're both huge.

And that's not all. Your eyelids widen when you notice them— the two black lines tattooed around his shaft, just under the flushed head. So he did have more tattoos after all.

"God, look at you two," Toji groans, his own cock twitching with life. You're both naked now, so perfectly on display for him. It's not like it's something very new— he's already seen the two of you but this? Both of you before him at the same time?

His hands roam, moving to cup your tits, playing with them. Pinching at your nipples and tugging gently, Toji forces Sukuna to just watch as you let out a sigh, your head falling back onto his shoulder. It's obvious that Sukuna wants to move closer, wants to touch you himself and feel your skin on his but he can't yet. He hasn't earned it.

"Y'want him to fuck you?" Toji purrs behind you, rolling his hips, making sure you can feel the bulge in his sweats against your ass.

Your eyes cut up to Sukuna, his broad chest heaving as he wraps a hand around his dick, squeezing and pulling gently, working up to a lazy rhythm. You can't help but watch, saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight as you nod.

"You know what you have to do." He's not addressing you that time. Sukuna's jaw clenches as he weighs his reply, mind thinking back to their last shower together— what Toji had asked of him. "C'mon… look at her. So needy, she's already wet for you. Don't you wanna feel that?"

He's dangling you in front of Sukuna, teasing him with the reminder of how close he is to getting what he wants. A hand slides lower, over your hips before slipping between your thighs. It's intentional, the soft brush of his fingertips over your clit, just light enough to make your hips buck and pull a moan from your sweet lips— the final push Toji needed for Sukuna to finally break.

"Fuck, okay. Fine."

"Attaboy."

You look between the men for an answer as to what exactly they're talking about but they give you nothing, both just focused on one another as Sukuna steps towards you.

"You go sit on the bed— you're gonna watch for now, baby." Toji sends you off with a pat on your ass, grinning at the sight of you pouting at him over your shoulder while you move to kneel on the mattress. You probably would have put up more of an argument if you weren't so intrigued by whatever was going on between your other roommates.

"So you just want me to…" Sukuna trails off, his nerves setting in now that he's standing before Toji.

"On your knees, pretty boy." So that's what Toji wanted.

Sukuna hesitates, still fighting internally with himself over the situation. It's embarrassing. Being forced to his knees by Toji all while you're watching him, but he'd be lying if he said that wasn't actually turning him on more. One glance down and he can already see the way he's starting to leak pre from his flushed tip.

And he can tell you're just as into this as him and Toji are, which reassures him as he sinks to the floor, knees pressing into the rug. He moves slowly, hands gingerly reaching for Toji's waistband before starting to drag his sweatpants down over his hips. The tent in his pants is evident, the head of his cock catching on the fabric as Sukuna slides them off.

He's seen Toji plenty of times and still, Sukuna can't stop his jaw from hanging slack when he sees him again this time. His cock hangs heavy, all girth and veins, the angry red tip just inches away from Sukuna's face. Fuck, it looks so much bigger like this.

A feeling of respect flashes through him when he thinks about how many times you've probably done this already.

Pride swells inside Toji at the view of Sukuna at his feet, eyes wide and tongue darting out to lick his lips as he stares at Toji's length. That was easier than he expected it to be, but he has to give the credit to you. If it wasn't for you, all soft skin and sweet sounds in front of Sukuna, there's no way he would have folded that quickly.

But now, here Sukuna is, reaching out, a large hand gripping the base of Toji's cock.

"Eager now, huh?" Toji chuckles, earning him a glare from the other man.

"Shut up, don't fuckin' drag this out." The minute the words leave his mouth and he sees the smirk on Toji's lips, Sukuna knows he should have kept quiet.

"Y'know what?" Fingers furrow in Sukuna's hair, wrapping tight around the pink tresses and tugging harshly until he's forced to look up at Toji. "Beg."

The answer is immediate— "No."

"No? Guess you don't wanna fuck our pretty little roommate then." A sound akin to a growl gets stuck in Sukuna's throat. He's really going to pull that shit. "Poor thing, got all excited at the idea and now you're not gonna give her what she wants," Toji tuts, shaking his head with feigned disappointment.

"All ya had to do is say a few words, can't even do that?"

"Fucking fine," Sukuna snaps. He inhales deeply, exhaling with a long sigh before the words come out, small and shy and so not-Sukuna. "Please, Toji."

"You can do better than that. Beg to suck daddy's cock, c'mon."

Even your mouth falls open at that. You of all people know that Toji has a daddy kink— you found that out the first time you ever fucked him— but the last thing you expected was for him to rope Sukuna into it too.

Still, there's a smile playing at your lips.

You remember the teasing you had to endure from Sukuna after he'd heard you and Toji, you remember the frustration you felt for the last week because of him, the confusion and anger.

"Do it, Kuna," you whine, voice desperate in the way you make it whenever you need him to do something for you, "thought you wanted to fuck me."

The look on Toji's face could only be described as feral. You were fucking perfect. Jumping in like that, there's no way Sukuna would say no to you now, you knew that as well as anyone and you were taking full advantage of it.

Eyes shut, Sukuna's breathing deeply in a way that looks as though he's trying to swallow his pride, when in reality it's because his cock is throbbing. Blood pumping through it, he's pulsing in a way that leaves him aching for any sort of relief.

"Please—" Sukuna swallows loudly, tongue sitting heavy in his mouth, "please, daddy, let me suck your dick."

"Good boy," Toji unfurls his hand, patting Sukuna on the head a few times before letting it rest there, "now do it."

Your eyes are glued on the men in front of you, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you sit, entranced by their dynamic. It makes sense now. It's not that Sukuna didn't want to fuck you, he did, and that was the whole point. Toji loved keeping that from him knowing how much he craved you, because every day that went by where Sukuna wanted to give in to you but still chose not to— that was all because Toji said so.

And Sukuna was getting off on that too. He had no idea how much he was missing that kind of dominance until he was given it for the first time, and after that he was done for. So yeah, Sukuna wanted to fuck you, but more than that, he wanted Toji to tell him when.

Toji's cock twitches when Sukuna's breath hits it, hot and humid, a preview to what awaits him when his jaw falls slack, tongue lolling out. Still gripping the base with one hand, the other comes to rest on the back of Toji's thigh as Sukuna finally leans forward, tongue flat as he licks a slow, experimental stripe up the underside of Toji's shaft. He traces the vein that runs along the length before licking at the tip, lapping up the bead of precum that was sitting there.

Mildly salty, musky, the taste fills his mouth when he swirls his tongue around the head, eliciting a groan from the man above him.

"Quit teasin'." Toji's hand presses harder, urging Sukuna to give him more.

His jaw open as wide as it can go, Sukuna finally takes Toji into his warm mouth, tongue gliding along his cock as Sukuna takes him deeper. Inch by inch, he's breathing heavy through his nose until he gags when Toji hits the back of his throat. Toji's fingers tug on his hair, a natural instinct to the feeling of Sukuna's throat constricting around his length.

Spit is pooling in Sukuna's mouth each time he pulls off and sinks back down again, determined to take Toji further each time. He's consistent, his pace steady as he focuses on just trying to throat all of Toji's length. And by the time he does, saliva is dribbling out the corners of his sputtering lips, an obscene suction sound coming from him each time he slides up Toji's cock with his cheeks hollowed. But he can't even care to think about that when he finally feels the tip of his nose buried in the hair at Toji's base.

"That's it— takin' me so well. Showin' our pretty baby exactly how much you want her," Toji grunts, hand holding Sukuna down, practically choking him. He relishes in the way Sukuna's struggling to fit all of him in his mouth, and still, he does. He makes it fit so he won't disappoint.

Your thighs are slick with your arousal, glistening nearly as much as your sopping cunt when you slip a hand between them. You have imagined the two of them together a million times before but it was nothing compared to what you're seeing now.

A quiet moan falls from your bitten lips when your fingers reach your clit, rubbing little circles on it. It's so sensitive already and you've barely even been touched. Each brush of your fingertips leaves your thighs tensing and your brows furrowing until Toji's voice rings out again.

"What're you doin'?"

His eyes are dark, an unreadable expression on his face as he stares at you now, distracted for a moment from Sukuna.

"Uhm, touching myself…" you reply hesitantly. That makes Sukuna's cock throb.

"Don't remember sayin' you could do that," Toji drawls, his hand still guiding Sukuna's head as it bobs. "Get over here."

He gives you a hum of approval when you're finally kneeling next to Sukuna, a sound that makes your stomach turn. "Help him out, doll, put that slutty mouth to good use."

You shift slightly, adjusting your position until you're able to slot yourself in next to Sukuna. Spitting into your hands you reach one out toward Sukuna and the other toward Toji, but not without glancing up at him first, silently checking if it's okay.

When he doesn't say anything you wrap your manicured fingers around Sukuna's cock, the others reaching for Toji's balls. It's hard to find a rhythm. One hand trying to glide up and down, pumping along Sukuna's length, squeezing and twisting as you go, all while the other is cupping gently, tugging and rolling without squeezing too hard.

But each sound you're able to pull from the men is motivation for you to keep going, fumbling around until you're able to get the hang of it. Only then do you lean closer, tentatively sticking your tongue out until it meets your hand on Toji. You're lapping at his balls, spit smearing around the skin before opening your mouth wide and sucking. You divide your attention between each side, your hand focusing wherever your mouth isn't.

It's obscene. The squelching sound of saliva and tongues as you and Sukuna nearly devour the man towering over you, your cheeks hollowed and tongues flicking, swirling, moving in whatever way makes Toji groan the loudest or grip your hair the hardest.

"God damn, you guys are nasty," Toji grunts, hips rolling as he starts to fuck himself into Sukuna's mouth. "Didn't expect you to be so sloppy but you're— shit- quit gaggin'— you're fuckin' drooling all over my cock." His eyes slide to you, panning over your flushed face and watery eyes that are looking up at him with pure reverence. "You too, doll. Greedy mouth s'gonna suck me dry. Y'just love havin' my balls in your face, huh?"

Toji's abdomen hurts from how hard it's tensed, fighting to keep a semblance of composure so he doesn't find himself spilling down Sukuna's throat too early in the night. But neither of you is making it easy, each one leaving a glimmering trail of spit in your wake as you let him stuff your mouths until you can hardly breathe. You're both going to fucking ruin him.

"Fuuuck," Toji growls, his fists tightening in your hair as he lets his head fall forward. Black locks drip sweat onto your faces as you stare up at him, the first few salty tears starting to fall from your eyes. You look so pretty like this, sharing him so desperately, just content to be given any part of him.

It almost pains him to know that he won't be giving you much more of himself tonight.

"Thaaat's right, get it nice and wet jus' like that— 's all the lube you're gonna get, pretty boy."

Both your eyes and Sukuna's fly wide open at that, pulling a breathy laugh from Toji that's quickly cut off when Sukuna speeds up. The hand that was gripping the base is now moving in sync with Sukuna's mouth, sliding up and down Toji's shaft, spreading his spit around while his free hand grips the back of his thigh for stability.

He lets the spit that he used to swallow down pool in his mouth now, leaking out of his lips until everything is just that much wetter, messier. But that's when Toji reaches his limit. The unexpected change in pace left him reeling, his cock twitching against Sukuna's tongue until he finally yanks him off with one harsh tug on his hair.

You get the message, pulling off of Toji with a soft pop! and taking your hand off Sukuna, leaving the three of you panting.

"Shit, you two are gonna kill me."

A small smile graces your lips at the sight of Toji struggling to keep it together. It's welcome knowledge that you're having that much of an effect on him, and if the smirk on Sukuna's lips is any indication, he's definitely feeling the same way.

Your knees are rubbing together as you wriggle in place again, trying to get some friction and Toji notices, an eyebrow cocking as he looks down at you and grins.

"Poor thing," Toji coos with feigned sympathy, "so needy. That pussy just wants some attention, yeah?"

You nod, uttering a small 'please' that isn't missed by either of the men. That earns you a soft pat on the top of your head before Toji steps away from you and Sukuna. "Take care of our girl, pretty boy."

Sukuna's on you in a second. Hands gripping your waist as he practically throws you onto the bed, making you yelp. Calloused fingers trail up the insides of your thighs, pressing them apart as Sukuna slots himself between them. You're already dripping. Puffy cunt all shiny and wet, just waiting for someone to ravage it.

Inhaling deeply, a low groan rumbles in Sukuna's throat— he's been wanting this, wanting you, for so long.

Two fingers run between your folds, gathering your arousal before he brings them back to his lips. Slipping the digits into his mouth, Sukuna licks them clean, tongue swirling around them so he doesn't miss a single drop of you. And you taste so fucking sweet.

"So perfect," Sukuna breathes. He needs to taste you again, not just on his fingers, he wants purest form of you.

Tongue lolling out he licks a long stripe up between your lips, the muscle flicking at your clit at the top. Your hips jerk instinctively, trying to chase the feeling, and he's not holding anything back from you. His mouth closes around the sensitive bud, tongue swirling as he sucks gently.

"She's so responsive," Toji muses, Sukuna humming in agreement.

"Aah! Oh god—" you gasp, the vibrations in Sukuna's mouth making your legs tremble, thighs coming together around his head.

Toji wants to be the one eating you out so badly, but he can't because if Sukuna's going to take him later then he needs to be prepared, especially since it's his first time.

So now it's his turn to watch.

He watches as Sukuna uses the same two fingers to press inside your entrance, agonizingly slow as you try to roll your hips down onto them. He watches the way your face scrunches up, eyes shut and mouth falling open as the most addictive sounds fall from it.

His eyes are still locked on you when he kneels behind Sukuna, both hands coming down to his hips. Sukuna twitches, a tiny reaction of hesitation at the feeling of Toji's hands on him but he quickly relaxes into the touch. Toji's fingers dance along Sukuna's tanned skin, trailing over the swell of his ass before splaying out across both cheeks.

Still focused on you, Sukuna's eating you out like a man starved, lapping at your juices, sucking on your clit all while pumping you full of his fingers. The digits curl with each thrust, searching for that spongy spot inside you that leaves you seeing stars.

He knows what Toji is doing. He knows why Toji's doing it too— but still that doesn't quell any of his shock when he finally feels the man's thumb trailing along the rim of his asshole. His whole body jolts as Toji keeps his ass spread open, teasing the hole with featherlight touches that make Sukuna's cock twitch against the mattress.

You want to watch but you're too lost in the feeling of Sukuna's tongue, his fingers, your own impending orgasm.

"Better be makin' her feel good," Toji murmurs, thumb pressing harder now against Sukuna's asshole. The tiniest whine falls from Sukuna's lips, muffled against your cunt as his face stays buried between your thighs, but Toji still hears it.

Letting the saliva collect in his mouth first, Toji spits a thick glob of it straight down onto his thumb. It's warm, wet as Toji smears it around, letting it work like lube when he finally pushes the digit in. That part's easy. Just one little finger, pumping slowly in and out, just trying to get everything loosened up.

Sukuna sucks in a sharp breath when he feels Toji pull out all the way, only to feel two fingers teasing him now. He does his best to relax, to breathe through it and just focus on you but he falters, a whine spilling from your lips in complaint. He was pushing you so steadily towards your climax, each movement made with deliberate rhythm, and now it's inconsistent, the man bumbling around between your thighs.

"Wait, don't stop— please I'm so close, Kuna." You're rolling your hips again, trying to grind down against his face, your slick coating his nose and lips.

Toji tuts at Sukuna, shaking his head lightly before pressing both fingers in to the last knuckle. "Can't make her cum?" He's mocking, relishing in the fact that the words die on Sukuna's tongue the minute he starts scissoring his fingers, spreading them apart and stretching Sukuna open around them.

"I can, swear," Sukuna rasps, lips moving against your cunt.

"Really? Or do I need t' show you how to eat pussy? Make you watch while I have her cummin' all over my face like she should've already."

"Don't care who it is," you mewl, "jus' wanna cum, wanna cum so bad."

"Might not let you taste her again if ya don't give her what she wants."

That threat lingers in Sukuna's head, playing on repeat when he dives back in. Every ounce of his energy is poured into you. Even when Toji's pushing his fingers in faster, harder than before, Sukuna still keeps up his pace. Sukuna still curls his own fingers in the way that makes his name tumble from your lips, still wraps his mouth around your clit in the way that makes your back arch off the bed and your toes curl.

Your mind is hazy, void of thoughts except those about your impending release. All you can think about is the feeling of Sukuna's face buried in your crying cunt, his fingers stretching you out while Toji watches. 

And when you cum, it’s overwhelming— your entire body convulsing on the bed as Sukuna’s arm pins your hips down, holding you in place as you gush, your arousal leaking onto his face while he ruts into the mattress. 

He’s painfully hard, blood pumping through his cock from the taste of you and the feeling of Toji. But the minute you’re panting, chest rising and falling deeply as your body trembles with the aftershock of your orgasm, Sukuna’s left empty. 

Toji pulls out slowly, carefully, admiring the way Sukuna’s body responds to every little touch. 

“Good girl, look so pretty when you cum. Did he make you feel good?”

Your eyelashes flutter as you nod tiredly, “felt so good.”

“Told you I could,” Sukuna points out, his ego needing to prove a point to the man who was teasing him.

“You want me to praise you?” Toji’s grinning, moving beside the two of you to lay down on the bed. He knows the answer is yes, but whatever is left of Sukuna’s pride won’t let him say that out loud. 

"C'mere," Toji nods, chin pointing at the space between his spread thighs. He's stroking his cock languidly, laid out like a king as he waits for Sukuna to crawl over to him. "Uh-uh, turn around— like that, yeah."

Sukuna is clearly out of his element as he shifts his hulking figure until he's straddling Toji with his back to him, both feet planted on the outside of Toji's legs. The older man wraps an arm around Sukuna's abdomen, fingers splayed out as he guides him to lean backwards into his chest.

You're watching in awe at the way they're fitting together, while wondering at the same time where you're supposed to be joining them.

Toji's hand stills around his base when his eyes find you. Gaze trailing over you as you fidget on the bed in front of them, obviously feeling unsure what to do with yourself. "Dollface," he pulls your attention back to him, "gonna need those little hands."

Smacking his length against the inside of Sukuna's thighs a few times, Toji waits for you to slip your fingers around him before he lets go, both hands moving to grip the backs of Sukuna's knees. Toji holds them up, keeping his legs spread wide and putting the tattooed man on full display for you.

One arm slung over his face, Sukna's trying to hide the deep red shade spreading across his cheeks. He can feel the weight of your stare as you pump Toji's cock a few times. This experience is completely new to him, apprehension swirling in his stomach, and still he swears he's never been more hard. It's honestly a bit ridiculous considering he's barely even been touched the entire night.

"Go on, put me where he needs me," Toji coos, his breath fanning against the side of Sukuna's neck as they both lean forward now to watch you.

Sukuna waits with bated breath, silently until he sucks in a gasp of air when he feels the tip of Toji's spit-soaked cock prodding at his asshole. Your lips agape, you're completely concentrated on the view before you.

You almost feel worried for Sukuna— you know how big Toji is, and you know how much bigger he feels when he's inside you. But you don't stop. You just keep angling his girth so when Toji rolls his hips you can witness the way the tip starts pressing past that tight ring of resistance.

"Shit," Sukuna grunts, body tensing in a way that makes Toji let out a hiss.

"Fuckin' relax or this is gonna take forever." He rolls his hips again, jaw clenched and teeth grinding.

Even with all the time Toji spent stretching Sukuna out it feels like there was no prep at all with the way he's practically strangling his cock. Tight walls clamping down like they can't decide if they're trying to suck him in or push him back out until finally Toji feels the head slip inside.

"Oh fuck, that feels—" Sukuna's own words are interrupted by a strained groan when Toji lifts his hips up off the bed, forcing himself deeper, "aah shit."

"Doin' so well," Toji groans, still working himself inside Sukuna inch by inch. He knows it's never easy your first time, he knows he isn't small either, and still it doesn't take long until he's over halfway buried inside Sukuna's ass. "Takin' this cock like a pro, such a good boy isn't he?"

You're nodding fervently, your hands now at your sides as you watch. "He is," you answer honestly. "Kuna, you're doing so good. You guys are so hot," you whine, hips wiggling on the bed. The praise makes Sukuna's stomach flip, a newfound sense of determination taking over when he rolls his own hips downward eliciting a sharp grunt from Toji when he bottoms out.

Sukuna's never felt so full.

Is this what you feel like every time you're getting fucked?

No wonder you're constantly acting like you're in heat whenever you're around them— poor cunt just craving the feeling of being stuffed to the brim. He can understand why you're so desperate now.

"Look at that— wasn't so hard now, was it?" Toji teases, earning an incoherent grumble from Sukuna.

"Please," you squeak, that exact feeling of desperation starting to overtake you. You're aching. You already came once and now you're just being left alone, all sticky and sensitive while they're both laid out in front of you. "What about me?"

Toji tuts, his hands sliding up Sukuna's thighs until they rest on his hips. "Our pretty girl thinks we forgot about her."

Sukuna lets out a choked laugh, trying to hide the fact that he is not sure what Toji has planned for you either.

"Climb on, dollface—" you start crawling immediately, moving on your hands and knees until you're now straddling both of them. "Just like that, you wanna ride him?"

You're already nodding your head again when Sukuna cuts in, "w-wait, you gonna support the both of us?"

"Course I am," Toji answers easily, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Honestly, you hadn't even considered he might not be able to. I mean, the man was in the gym every single day, there wasn't much he couldn't do.

You don't give Sukuna any more time to worry about the logistics, choosing instead to grind your hips against him. Looking him in the eyes while you glide your slick folds along the length of his cock, once, twice, three times until the entire thing is coated in your arousal.

"Fuckin' tease," Sukuna grunts, a hand coming up to land a harsh smack! on your ass, sending you falling forward. Your hands plant beside their heads, the softest whimper escaping you when Sukuna slaps the same place again. "Such a goddamn brat. Been waiting for this shit for weeks."

His tone carries a dangerous edge that makes your core burn. Rough fingertips dig into the fat of your ass, and using his grip, Sukuna lifts you up and slams you back down onto him in one fluid motion.

"Fuck! Kuna—" you gasp. Fully sheathed in one thrust, he's stretching out your gummy walls so nicely, your thighs quivering and pussy throbbing.

"Squeezin' me so tight, fuckin' pussy was made f'me." His voice is low in your ear, crimson irises locked on you as you let out a shaky breath.

"That pussy's perfect, ain't it?" Toji grunts, giving the two of you just a moment to adjust before moving.

"S-so perfect— ah shit! Chill—"

With his hands on Sukuna's hips and his feet flat on the mattress, Toji lifted his hips off the bed in one brutal thrust. Cock sliding halfway out of Sukuna before slamming back in, the force of it making your hips move. It was overwhelming the way Toji set such a mean pace right off the bat.

His hips slapping up against Sukuna's ass, over and over, making sure he was burying himself to the base each time. Sukuna had never felt anything like it. His tight hole being filled up while your sopping pussy is clenching down around his cock at the same time. Stuck between you two there was nothing he could do but sit there and take it.

But it's not like you were much better. You tried to grind down on Sukuna, tried to plant your feet and bounce your hips up and down just for Toji's pace to take over and leave you helpless. Hands on Sukuna's chest as your head lolls back, you're arched so perfectly, ass jiggling and tits bouncing every time Sukuna's cock is forced back inside you.

"Ohmygod, f-fuck— Toji, Kuna-aah!" You're whining, brows knit together as you look down at Sukuna now. His hands are digging painfully into your hips as he tries not to lose every thought in his head.

You look so fucking perfect like this though. Face showing nothing but need, eyes all glossy as you pant above him, babbling whatever unfinished sentences make it out.

"Feels so good," Sukuna moans, and you give a pathetic mhmm in agreement that makes Toji chuckle.

"Yeah, feels good? Gonna cum and make a mess?" He's not even addressing anyone in particular, just talking to the room because he knows that both you and Sukuna can barely even give him much of a reply.

But still, you try. "Y-yeah, gonna mmfuck—" you mewl, eyes clamping shut when your puffy clit rubs against Sukuna's stomach. The stimulation makes you jolt, legs twitching as your arousal seeps down around Sukuna's base forming a creamy white ring.

Teetering on the edge of his climax, Sukuna's trying to hold it back as much as he can but he knows he won't last much longer. Fucking embarrassing. It's only been a few minutes with him inside you and he's already about to cum.

Except that you're even closer. You're moaning a slew of curses followed by their names, mouth parted in a perfect "o" as your back arches further, cunt pressing down harder against Sukuna's abs as you chase the feeling of his rough skin rubbing against your clit.

The sounds filling the room are lewd. The squelching wet sound of your pussy sucking in Sukuna's cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy panting filling any silences.

"Shit 'm cumming, where—"

"Inside," you rasp, voice tired already, "Please, Kuna, need it— need you so bad."

"Fuuuck, yeah, gonna cum inside you, you want that?"

"Yes! yesyesyes," that word is stuck on repeat when you hear Sukuna let out a guttural groan. His cock twitches, balls constricting before shooting sticky, white ropes of his cum inside your poor pussy, velvety walls coated with his spend before it starts to leak out.

"Such a good slut, bet she's takin' every last drop— god— bet you will too, huh?" Toji's rhythm doesn't slow, it only gets faster the closer he gets to his own release. The pace turning cruel as it pushes Sukuna into the realm of overstimulation.

"H-hold on," Sukuna grunts before a whimper falls from his lips when you keen, crying out a mix of both men's names as your cunt clamps down around Sukuna's softening cock, milking him for all he's worth when you cum.

It's too much. Your sloppy pussy gushing around Sukuna, pushing even more of his seed out until it's dripping down onto his balls, down onto Toji's balls, all while his asshole is still getting stretched open.

"I can't, hold up—"

"'s too much! Tojiii," you fill in what Sukuna was scared he was going to have to say.

"You'll take it, you both will. I know two sluts like you aren't fuckin' complaining already." Toji's tone was gruff but in all honesty, he was close, and the shit spilling from both of your mouths was only driving him further to the edge. The neediness in your voice and the way Sukuna's was tense, Toji loved knowing he was the one causing it all.

"S-so sensitive," you mewl, sweat beading on your forehead as little salty tears form in your waterline with each press of your clit against Sukuna's stomach. "Daddy, please— I c-can't, need you to cum."

You don't even care how humiliating it is, or how pathetic you sound at this point. You know what Toji likes to hear, and you're determined to get what you want.

"Fuck, doll— sound so pretty when you beg like that," Toji groans, a low sound deep in his chest. "Don't worry, gonna fill this tight little hole, fuck my cum back into it—"

Sukuna can't stop the moan that tumbles out, his cock jumping again at Toji's words, the feeling making you jolt. He isn't sure how he's able to get hard again already, but it hurts the way he's getting stiff inside you now, needing to spread you open around him just to make it fit again.

"Kuna! Sh-shit."

"'m sorry, baby, can't help it."

"You hard again?" Toji breathes, sweaty hands adjusting their grips on Sukuna's hips. He doesn't last another minute.

The feeling of Sukuna's ass tightening around him with each thrust, the feeling of your cum mixed with Sukuna's dripping down onto him, the sounds of your whimpers and the knowledge that through everything Sukuna's already stretching you out again— no one can blame him when he finally breaks.

Letting out the loudest grunt, Toji's fingers dig into Sukuna's skin, his hips stuttering before stilling as his cum spills out. Hot and messy, he fills Sukuna with his seed, hips still rolling to push it back in even though it's already starting to leak out around the base.

With that he finally collapses back onto the bed, limbs limp and heavy with exhaustion, his body is covered in a sheen of sweat. You're the first to move, urging your weak knees to work as you slide off of Sukuna with whimper, the man letting out a long sigh at the sight of more cum seeping out of your cunt, webs of white connecting you to him.

"You guys are insane," Toji pants, "I'm exhausted."

"Us? That was all your idea," you remind him as you flop down on the bed.

Sukuna doesn't say much, just moving cautiously as he shifts to sit up. Wincing, he finally tries to move off of Toji, who just lays there, hands behind his head as he watches with mild interest.

"Fuck, I'm gonna be so damn sore tomorrow," Sukuna complains.

You're giggling tiredly into your pillow, even though you and Toji will probably be in the exact same boat. But you can't even find it in yourself to care about that right now.

Your eyelids are heavy, sleep threatening to take over when the bed dips next to you. Sukuna fills the spot on the other side of you, kneeling beside your body before two large arms snake underneath you. Picking you up like you weigh nothing, he moves to carry you to the bathroom, Toji following closely behind.

Sukuna tries to ignore the feeling of something warm dripping down his thigh but Toji snickering behind him is making it hard, causing him to roll his eyes— but you haven't noticed.

"Let's get you cleaned up, princess." His voice is uncharacteristically soft, his hands gentle as they set you down on your wobbly legs, feet landing on the cold bathroom tile.

"You should hop in there too, you both need cleaned up," Toji says pointedly, gaze flitting between Sukuna's legs and the scowl on his face.

"You're not much better," Sukuna snaps, his own gaze lingering on Toji's half hard and cum-coated dick.

It's true, you were all a mess.

"Quit arguing, I'm tired," you sigh, turning on the shower.

"Sorry, princess."

"Sorry, doll."

The night ends with the three of you squished together under your sheets, legs tangled in a mess and Sukuna snoring much too loud. It took little convincing for you to get them to stay with you. Just a few bats of your lashes with your bottom lip jutted out in a pout and they were folding, tucking themselves in next to you. 

In the morning, you still felt the weight of an arm draped over your waist, the sheets warm from body heat as you twist, hands coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes. 

Things remain the same for the most part. 

None of you mention dating other people, choosing instead to stay ‘single’ and pour your energy into your own relationships with each other. 

Movie nights become a little more frequent, though actually watching the movies is much less common. 

And in the mornings, on the days when Sukuna's too lazy to make a latte, Toji makes his way to the cafe down the street, returning with three coffee cups and a brown paper bag full of pastries. He leaves you and Sukuna to your own devices, knowing that each time he opens the door again upon his arrival the two of you will be bickering in the kitchen.

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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 :>

If you didn’t want cash what else did you want from him? It’s not like his over six-foot-tall, sexy, bulky body has anything else to offer to you. Yeah, at some point you realize the guy is all looks and little to no brain. 

Good thing for you, you just want what’s in his pants.

——

It's early in the morning as you crawl out of your bed and slip yourself into one of his many shirts that have "accidentally" gotten mixed up with your laundry, clad in nothing more than a bra and panties beneath the fabric. You had a few reasons for purposefully mixing your clothes with his.

One, you liked wearing his things because it constantly reminded you how big he was in comparison to you. That, and everything still smelled like that painfully cheap cologne he always wore even after multiple washes. So whenever he left, you'd sometimes tuck yourself into your bedroom and get off on that scent once you started missing his presence a little too much.

Another reason you liked having all your laundry mixed up is because you really wanted to get some kind of reaction out of him whenever he picked up a pair of your most sinful garments. There was only one time where you happened to see him pulling out your lingerie from his laundry bin and unfortunately, the most that earned from him was a long unreadable stare as he looked over the fabric and then tossed it elsewhere.

You could never tell if he did those kinds of things out of respect or if he truly had no interest in you whatsoever. But, somewhere deep down inside, you knew neither of those things were true. Toji always looked at you like he was imagining the several different ways in which he could fold you up and stuff his dick inside you but, he just never said anything.

His eyes and overall facial expression spoke more than enough for you. You could spot lust in someone's eyes from a mile away. You just couldn't figure out why he wasn't catching your hints or throwing you any outside of his hungry gazes.

But—no matter what the truth behind the situation is—you still wear his clothes around the house in hopes of getting a real reaction out of him and today was no different.

When you stroll out of your room and make your way to the kitchen, you're pleasantly surprised to see him awake this early and standing at the refrigerator, shirtless too. Your eyes immediately widen and start swallowing up every inch of his beefy arms and chest, muscles contracting and bulging naturally with his every little movement as he does nothing more than stare into the open fridge with a bottle of water pressed to his lips, sipping slowly.

You hate the way that dirty part of you wishes his lips were smeared across your cunt instead of the top of that stupid plastic rim. God, the things you would give to—

"Mornin' roomie," Toji's thick morning voice bellows out, practically slapping you out of your filthy thoughts in one quick second. Then those sneaky green eyes of his slide over to you, trickle down your body, and you hear the way his next swallow of that transparent liquid seems to be slower-, heavier.

Shaking out of your daze, "Good morning, Toji," you greet sweetly, like you always do. "You're up early," You fully enter the kitchen now and glance past him to catch sight of the embarrassingly empty refrigerator. "Hungry?"

He nods before he speaks, gaze still clouded in sleepiness whilst they trail your every move, "Mhm, cravin' something sweet."

And see, it's times like this when you'd think that's an open door to flirt but, every time you do it fails miserably because this guy doesn't know what flirting is!

"Oh yeah?" You chime, ears perking up all of a sudden. Now you're walking towards him and bending down toward the open fridge he's leaning against, giving him the most unshameful view of the way your lacy panties hug the curve of your ass. "Well, it's a shame we're all out of snacks," You point out slowly, hips swaying just a fraction to the side. "Unless you want something else, y'know, something sweeter?"

Any guy would've caught on to what you meant. You were practically offering yourself up to him here! And yet...

Toji raises a thin brow and stares down at you all regularly, "Like what?" He asks before tilting his head in that naturally whorish way that makes you wonder if you're the one not catching the hints here, "You don't have a cake or something hidden in that room of yours, do you?"

Your eyes seal shut at the sound of that. This is exactly what makes things so difficult for you. 

Sighing, you redirect your attention into the fridge and reach into the back for a frosty bottle of water for yourself, "No, Toji, there's no hidden cake in my room." You say before standing up straight and looking at him again, "I was talking about me."

He blinks slowly—appearing as though there weren't a single thought inside that handsome head of his—and then chuckles, "You were talking about yourself? I said I was hungry, lady, how're you supposed to fill me up, huh?"

Mentally, you were palming your own face. You've never dealt with a man like this before. "Oh my god, never mind." You huff before turning on your heels and stepping away from him.

You don't make it very far before you feel something pinching the end of his shirt and then tug at your body. You stumble until your backside presses up against something. He hadn't meant to pull you back so hard but now your frame was slightly sandwiched to his and instead of batting an eyelash at it, he merely tips his head down towards your ear.

"You're just gonna walk away instead of feeding me?" Toji asks in that lazy drawl that has something hot blooming in the lowest pits of your stomach.

A scoff flies out of you, "You're a grown ass man, I don't need to feed you." At least not in the way he’s thinking…

Your roommate snorts and the air from it tickles the tip of your ear, making you shudder a little. "Yeah, but you were sayin' something about having something sweeter for me," The man recalls all proudly like one big idiot.

You have to bite back a laugh at that. Shaking your head again, "Yes, Toji, and I was... I was making a joke."

"Oh,” He murmurs nonchalantly. To which you grow annoyed by his constant obliviousness and start pulling away from, causing him to maneuver his grasp on the shirt you have on and keep you still, "Wait.”

Your breath tangles up in your throat at the way your ass unintentionally rubs back against him, "W-What is it?"

"Why do you keep pulling away like that?" Toji questions, like he can’t feel his own dick snuggling against the soft curve of your butt.

You angle your head back in a way that literally anyone else would view as sinful, whispering, "We're too close. I..."

Your voice battles with itself as words begin to fail you. Then your brain starts doing that annoying perverted thing again. If he kept holding onto your shirt like this, you’d start bending over and letting him have his way with you any moment now.

It’s all you can think about with how his docile but thick cock is felt through all the fabrics between you both. Something inside you fights the urge to rub more firmly against him and inevitably get it up. You could just imagine how good it’d be to feel Toji grow hard—his length probably doubling in size and reacting to all your little moments. Fuck, you-

"You what?" He questions indifferently, cutting off your train of thought and making you realize you never quite finished your statement.

"Let go of my shirt," You’re trying to pull away from him again and his grip on it seems to be loosening a little.

The corner of his scarred lips twitched up into an amused smirk, "My shirt, you mean."

You roll your eyes, "Whatever, just let go." Then you manage to step away again but you still don’t make it very far before he’s forcing you back. 

This time he swiftly wraps some of the fabric of his shirt around his hand and bundles it upward before giving it another firmer pull. You feel a brush of cool air slap all against your upper thighs and your backside with the way he holds your shirt up enough for it to expose everything from your mid-torso and down. 

Then the idiot doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, not looking down to see that the dark lace hugging all your goods is exposed. Gasping as you feel him pressing against you again, "Toji!"

He finally cocks his head over and glances downwards. "This doesn't even fit you," Toji points out based on how much fabric he was able to grab onto.

"I bet you could," You blurt out shamelessly as your eyes roll off into the same direction his head is turned.

Almost darkened, those pretty verdant eyes of his snap up to yours, "Huh?"

You don’t shy away from him in the slightest, taking it as far as to look him up and down, "You heard me," Then your voice gets even more solid with him, "I said I bet you could fit me."

Toji blinks once-, twice, and you can just tell your words have soared way over his head. He’s visibly clueless in more ways than one, "The hell does that mean?"

See? Fuckin' idiot.

Instead of getting annoyed by it, you decide to be as blunt as it gets. Because there’s no way he could misinterpret what you mean when you say, "Inside me, dumbass."

Your roommate—ever the oblivious—lets one of his thin brows lift steadily in conclusion. "I could fit inside you?" He asks carefully. Things have never been more evident than they are right now, there's absolutely no way this is gonna fly over his head any further-, "How would that even work? My hand alone is bigger than your face, and the rest of me is clearly a lot larger than you are so I don't think my body could fit in yours when-"

"Jesus Christ, never mind, Toji.” You whine before moving a hand back and smacking at his grasp on you until he eventually lets go. You then groan and start walking away with heavy, aggravated steps, “Never mind!"

You’re beginning to think that maybe the slight differentiation in age between the two of you is ultimately getting to him. In the beginning, him being older than you used to turn you on but now it was starting to piss you the hell off since the old fart doesn’t remember what very obvious flirting looks like anymore.

"Wait, where're you going?” Toji calls out from somewhere behind you as you turn the corner and disappear into the hallway, "You're confusing me!"

"You're always confused, forget it!” You shout back, walking into your room and softly slamming the door behind you. 

Left alone in the kitchen, Toji takes it upon himself to try—honestly try—to understand what you meant. It’s not like he was wrong, he is much larger than you so it’d be quite difficult to “fit” inside you. Hell, he doesn’t even know why you’d come up with such an idea. You always said strange things like that so by now he was mostly used to it.

But this was the first time you seemed to be truly upset about his lack of understanding. Which, in a way, was kinda cute. Toji’s standing in the kitchen just smiling to himself at how amusing you looked storming off all brattily just because you couldn’t find it in yourself to explain your own words to him.

Snickering to himself, "...Weirdo," he mutters just under his breath as he turns to the fridge in hopes that something new will pop out to him now.

——

After a while of waiting for some type of food to magically appear in front of him, Toji calls it quits on lingering around the kitchen. Between the few grumbles from his stomach, he couldn't help but think about you and why you'd been acting weirder than normal today.

You haven't spoken to him since that little misunderstanding, or even come out of your room for all he knows so, he is a bit concerned and something in him is telling him that maybe he should apologize. With this in mind, he heads down the hallway towards your closed bedroom door.

It's been a couple hours now so he hopes you've cooled off enough to at least talk things out with him. He swears to himself that one of these days he'll stop playing dumb with you and maybe even give you a taste of what you want from him but, pushing your buttons like this is arguably a lot more fun.

Except for when it has you going all nonverbal like this, of course.

Toji stands outside your door ready to knock before he hears a sound from the bathroom just a few feet over. His brows shoot up as he realizes you're probably in there and he quickly figures he can make this whole ordeal super simple by apologizing from the door.

At least this way he doesn't have to deal with those glares of yours. Approaching the bathroom, he starts with a heavy little knock, earning a stretched-out moment of no response.

The bathroom is the only room in the apartment with walls thicker than ever so most times it's hard to hear anything from the outside while you're in there and the same thing vice versa.

Because of this, your roommate knocks again and just starts talking, “Hey, I know you’re in there showerin’ right now but uh...” He pauses to chew on his lower scarred lip while he thinks about his next words carefully. Toji breathes out a soft sigh and leans his head against the bathroom door, “I jus’ wanted to come say sorry for earlier, doll. Didn’t want you to spend all day bein’ upset with me over nothing, y'know?”

He still doesn't hear any kind of reply from you so he fears that either something happened to you in there or that you truly hadn't heard a word he said.

The tall man stands there all awkwardly for a long moment whilst debating whether or not he should walk away and apologize later. He fidgets with his fingers in the pockets of his sweats for a second before moving to knock on the door again. His hand lifts but he stops right before his knuckles tap across the wood and instead decides to press his ear against the door.

He only wanted to make sure you were okay, nothing else.

Toji hears the water running perfectly fine but, it almost sounds quieter than normal, as if it wasn't set to its typical stream. Then again you probably have your preferred showering methods so he doesn't question that too much. What he does begin to question is the sounds he starts hearing in the following seconds.

It's faint but there's this little whine coming from inside in between all the splashes of water, “T-Tooji, hahh, fuuuck…” You're heard uttering. Then there's a soft thump as if your back had hit a wall and his ears are twitching as if interested in hearing more, “R-Right there, yesyes, just like that—mmgh!”

From where he is, it sounded like you were struggling with something in there so as his brows are busy pinching together, his voice is coming out in a light whisper instead of something solid at first, “Are you…” He catches himself with a cough and a clearing of his throat, speaking up louder now, “You alright in there?”

“Shit,” You gasp as you're caught off guard.

Just your luck that the one time you decide to rub one out with the assistance of the shower head, Toji comes along interrupting you. The steady and rapid stream of perfectly tempered water against your clit for the past few minutes while you drove your stubborn fingers in and out of your soaked cunt had felt so good.

The last thing you were expecting was for your idiot of a roommate to come knocking. Especially since it's his name you were moaning.

Does that mean you stop what you're doing to have a proper conversation with the man? No—you're a pervert—of course not.

“Yeah-, yes, m’fine!" You huff out all breathlessly whilst your thighs naturally draw together in slight shame.

“Sounded like you said my name,” Toji yells back to you. Fuck, he heard you. Maybe he didn't realize it was a moan? His hand meets the bathroom's doorknob cautiously and he's still pressing you with his questions, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Toji,” You say again, feeling as the shower water angles juuust right against your aching clit. You could barely focus on the conversation at hand.

The poor man on the other side of the door only gets more concerned for your condition, wondering if maybe you'd slipped onto the floor and you were calling for him to come inside and help you. He slowly twists the knob in his hand—hardly surprised to see that the damn thing isn't locked—but doesn't push the door open just yet, “What? M’right here."

There's another soft thump from inside as you head makes soft contact with the shower's wall behind you, “Fuck, I-I can’t..."

“Can’t what?” He rushes, letting the door slowly creak open an inch or two now so he can hear you a little better, “Do you want me to come in—”

“Please, nngh-, yes!” You're moaning again and Toji finally steps into the bathroom.

The air is steamy and he doesn't see you laid out in the middle of the floor so that was good. But if you hadn't fallen over then why the fuck were you calling for him like that? Surely you're not...

“Toji,” He hears you utter again.

This time it makes his body heat up. The airiness in your tone, all delicate like a sultry whisper caressing against his eardrums. You've said his name like that a few times in the past and although you don't know it—since he hides it pretty well—it never fails to turn him on.

Ignoring it for now, “Did you even hear my apology?” Toji asks you to deflect what he's fifty percent sure you're behind that curtain doing right now. He happens to glance around the room, spotting your pile of recently worn clothes and then the neatly folded stuff not too far off from it.

He quietly walks over to it and fishes for the pair of underwear you plan on wearing, plucking it up and bringing it towards his nose to smell. It's got the scent of your detergent on it and as soon as the fumes fly through his nose, he's moving his free hand down to palm at the slight twitching of his cock.

Then he snatches the item away from his face and looks around the bathroom counter, noticing your lack of a towel and clearing his throat again. “Hey, where’s your towel?" Toji asks as if he truly gave a damn about the item, "Is uh, is that why you called me in here like that...?”

Something filthy almost slips past your lips at the sound of his heavy voice carrying all throughout the bathroom's rather acoustic-like walls. Your gaze may have been a little hazy from the shower's steam but you could still make out his hefty silhouette from behind the wet curtain in front of you.

Biting your lip for a moment, you look down at the fingers you'd recently pulled out of yourself and the way the water is still lightly running over your clit, feeling your pussy throb for more attention. Y'know, more attention than you alone cannot give yourself. Then you look up and work up enough confidence to say, “Toji, come here.”

He's busy opening cabinets in search of a spare towel to hand you, still assuming that's what you're calling him for, “I’m tryin’ to get your towel, hold–”

Unintentionally, your thumb flicks over one of the buttons on the shower head, making its gentle stream switch to the jet. And then instinctively, you let out another moan without thinking, “Toji."

Every part of his body freezes. Well, except for his cock. That guy stands straight up at attention as if it was him you specifically called for. Toji squeezes his eyes shut tightly because he knows damn well he can't sit here and act like he didn't hear that.

Maybe this was his sign to stop playing dumb with you?

Opening his eyes to glance over at the shower curtain, hearing the water running with more pressure to it now. Toji scoffs and then stands all the way up, “Did you just moan my name?”

You swallow down the next sinful sound that threatens to fly out of you. The image of his face all scolding and disapproving with you was at the forefront of your mind right now and you wanted nothing more than to hear him keep using that tone with you.

“I n-need your help,” You whine sweetly, moving the jet stream away from yourself for a moment to breathe out a more grounded, “Please?”

Toji turns on his heels but doesn't start walking towards you just yet, “What do you want me to do?” He asks, staring directly at your shower curtain and really trying his best not to picture how you look standing all wet and needy behind it.

Then he hears you huff and his lips twitch as you groan, “Stop playing dumb and get in here.”

He’s been keeping up with this little clueless act long enough now, hasn’t he? Toji hears the way you whine for him in your room late at night when you think you’re being quiet; he catches every hint you throw at him and has always intentionally averted them, so he thinks he can let himself indulge in what he really wants now.

Moving his hands down to the hem of the shirt he just threw on a few minutes ago, you watch the way his silhouette moves around and hear the teasing shuffling coming from him as he removes his clothes. Toji doesn’t say anything and you’re standing a mere shower curtain away from seeing the hunky guy completely naked after so many nights of fantasizing about it. You’ve already tried to imagine the way his cock looks more times than you can count and now you’re finally about to see it.

You’re practically drooling down your inner thighs, the slick coating your skin coming from more than the shower water alone. The bottom skin of your lip is lightly clasped in between your teeth as you nibble on it in anticipation and run your fingers over one another anxiously.

You could hear the soft thumps on the floor whenever he dropped another item of clothing and fuck if you weren’t getting even wetter from all this drawn-out tension alone. Every second seemed to drag out far longer than it needed to and you were one minute away from shoving the curtain open yourself.

Luckily, you soon hear his bare feet tapping against the floor steadily as he creeps closer to the shower and then lifts a hand to move it aside. 

You immediately look down hoping to see everything he has to offer you and yet, your entire expression is left disappointed to see that he still has his boxers on. But, hey, at least you have that fat bulge to ogle at until you hear him sneering at you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Toji scolds again, even though his greedy eyes are very much running up and down your body faster than the droplets of water slithering along your skin. “I only took my clothes off so they wouldn’t get wet.” He adds on as if you cared.

You both knew damn well you’d be even more annoyed if he opened that curtain and was still fully dressed. At least you were getting somewhere with him.

You push yourself off of the wall and step forward, “Are you always this dense?”

“Huh? I’m not–,” He’s quickly cut off by you tugging him in the shower by the waistband of his dark-shaded boxers. “Woah, roomie, you’ve got some strength to ya’,” Toji chuckles halfheartedly, trying to distract you from the fact that his cock is a smearing hot mess of precum all over the fabric now.

Now that he’s sharing a space with you, you continue to hold him by the one clothing item he has on and then lean in to press your body up against his. A delicate pout presses out against your lips, “Can you help me?”

He looks down at you all indifferently like his breath isn’t currently struggling against his lungs to keep steady at the way your soaked tits feel slipping against his skin, “Help you with what?”

You’ve got your bare body pressed against his and yet he still can’t put the pieces together? “Toji!” You huff, sulking in front of him at the way he can’t seem to use his brain—

Your roommate finally breaks out that sexy, lopsided smile of his. The kinda smile that has your pussy throbbing for any kind of attention. Then he moves to take your jaw into his hand, pushing his thumb up to press past the cute pout in your lips, “I can’t do anything to you until you act like you know how to use this properly.”

Oh you’re instantly rendered speechless in front of him for the first time. Stammering out a faint, “H-Huh?” in response.

His cock starts twitching again and his thumb glides across the drool already building up against your skin, “Pretty fuckin’ mouth…” Toji drawls out in this thickly aroused tone you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing from his throat until now, “Always talking to me like some whore yet you say everything except what you really want.”

Stopping yourself from slutting yourself out for the man without question or argument, “That’s not true,” You refute, “I’m very blunt with you. You’re just d-dumb—mngh!”

The moan that flops out of you was quite embarrassing to say the least. All he did was move his other hand down, use two sturdy fingers to tap at your inner thighs, gesture for you to part them, and then take those same digits to rub over that glossy cunt of yours.

Gathering your arousal on his fingertips, he looms down to your ear and his breath is torrid enough to send shivers down your spine, “You really think I don’t know why you do the things you do?” Toji snickers, “Doll, all I wanted was for you to ask for it, directly.”

His middle and ring fingertips glide up towards your clit and testingly rub around the achy bud a couple times, leaving you to stutter out a rather pretty-toned, "I-I can't just-"

“If you can offer yourself up to me like a piece of candy first thing in the morning, then you can ask me for some cock,” He hums directly into your ear, his every word flowing straight down to your cunt in hot, gushing waves. When you let out some inaudible response instead of something he can actually work with, his lips quirk up higher and his fingers begin to work their way down to your sopping hole, “C’mon now, speak up.”

“Toji,” You whine, mind feeling fuzzy already even though he’s barely even touching you.

Maybe you had imagined this very thing happening too many times. Now that it was actually happening—now that he was literally working your pussy lips apart with glossy strides—you couldn't do or say half the things you thought you would. Anything you do manage is only natural for you, such as the way your back arches when his long, stocky fingers finally dip past your plush folds.

“I know you’re not tryin’ to act shy on me here,” He teases, curling the plump tips of his digits up against your walls before dragging the motion back down and then repeating it a few times. This leaves the two of you to sit there breathing heavily and listening to the sloppy smacks your cunt leaked out, all honeyed 'n aroused against his hand, “I’ve already got my fingers inside you, if you need more like you’re always acting like you do then, fucking ask.”

He feels your pussy hug his fingers tightly in reaction, simply refusing to let him pull them out too far before he sinks them in even deeper and earns a perky slosh from below in response. Mouth slightly dangling open now with his thumb still swatting against your inner cheeks just to have you looking like even more of a slut, “I want… hah, Toji can we-,” You cut yourself off to look away for a moment.

Quickly disapproving of the lessening attention on him, his thumb presses further back into your mouth and right against the center of your tongue, “Look at me, doll. Right here,” He directs gently, even as his hand tugs your face over so that you can't look away no matter how hard you try. “Atta’ girl. Carry on now,” Toji praises kindly.

“Can we have sex?” Your timid whisper against the finger he has in your mouth almost makes him laugh. Instead of doing that and making you feel even more embarrassed than you already were, he thrusts the digits tucked into your cunt farther and then plucks his thumb out past your lips. 

There’s one filthy string of saliva hanging between the two of you but he ignores it for now just to angle his head down closer to your face. His ear is at your lips now so he can’t miss a single word, “Huh? Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you. What is it you need from me, exactly?”

“I need you to fuck me, Toji,” You whine. From the close proximity the two of you were at now, he was able to capture every hitch and every faint stammer of shyness in your voice—which only made his dick pulsate all angrily as it hardened with full, anxious demand against his boxers. Then your voice got impossibly lovelier, “Please, I want it so bad.”

Somewhere in his head he's wondering why the fuck he didn't give in to you sooner. There's nothing hotter than having his sexy roommate dripping all over his fingers and begging him to fuck him like she'd die without it, Toji thinks. “It?” He whispers, aching for further clarification.

It was almost like pulling teeth trying to get you to be more vulgar with him but, he needed it. He's thought about it almost just as much as you have. There's been countless sleepless nights where he's wondered what you'd sound like saying all the dirty things he wishes you'd utter to him. The flirting is cute, it really is but nothing beats a direct statement.

“Your cock,” You manage to murmur to him.

To which you feel the fat of Toji's thumb press against your clit and ease out his initials around the delicate bundle of nerves, “Ohhh, s’that why you’re drooling like this on my fingers?” He asks.

Your cunt responds before you do with a gorgeous slop of slick glazing the skin of his fingers whilst he eases them out of you. “Mhmm,” You hum, biting at your bottom lips again, “I’ve been wanting it.."

“I know,” Toji admits. Then your hand comes out to hold onto his arms, fingernails digging into his sturdy muscles hard enough to leave marks for him to admire later. Your roommate looks down at the contact and huffs softly, “And I’ve been waiting for you to ask for it like a whore with some manners, at least.”

Now his fingers were properly fucking you. The sensation was far better than anything you could've accomplished on your own and just like you'd hoped he would, he never fails to force your legs to stay open as he applies more pressure against that spongey g-spot of yours. Each time you try hunching forwards and then pushing at his arm as if you didn't want it, he can't help the way his breathing grows even more uneven.

You were too fuckin' cute.

The fact that you're the same woman who's been not-so-indiscreetly throwing herself at him for months and now you're pushing his arm away like the pleasure was too much for you was truly something humorous for him.

Or at least, it's funny to him up until he gets a proper look at your face. Shit, he didn't know you could make an expression so slutty—brows scrunched up, lower lip poking out with drool, and eyes all drunk 'n starved for him. The sight makes his body slump even closer to you until he's unconsciously got you pressed up against the wall again.

One of his strong legs is in between yours to keep them apart after one too many attempts of you clamping your thighs together and he's hardly even paying attention to what he's doing with his fingers at this point. He's been with enough women in the past to naturally remember what spots to touch but ever since he started living with you, he hasn't even thought about another woman, let alone go out and touch one.

Toji worried he may have lost his skill but considering the way you're falling apart all around his thick digits, it's clear he hasn't forgotten shit. You feel him thumb at your clit a little faster as if you were a literal toy to be played with, his other two busied fingers making themselves at home against your g-spot with thrashing thrusts against it.

Your hips were still bucking for more somehow because even though you were about to cum, you never wanted it to end. Somewhere in your head you told yourself that if you got off on his fingers then that would be it and things would end right there.

So—fearfully—you reach your free hand down to his boxers and start tugging.

Toji's fingers stutter inside you as he loses his pace for a second, choking on his breath, “Fuuck, wait a second, baby." He huffs. You ignore him and let your hand cup the shape of his cock over the fabric. To which he groans, "I’ll give it to ya’, just-, hahh... just let me finish prepping this cute hole of yours..."

“I-I don’t need prep, Toji. I just need you,” You argue as his fingers increase in speed against your sobbing walls, practically searching your insides for that delicious orgasm he wanted to drag out of you. But when you lift your hips away from his hand and add on a light, “Pleeease," that's when he realizes his roommate happens to be nothing more than a brat in need of some taming.

The man would never let you pull yourself away too far, not when he knows he's got you right where he wants you already. So, he scoffs as if annoyed and then his gripping free hand finds the thick of your hip, forcing you right back down into place where you belong. “You’re adorable, really. But I already told you earlier,” He starts lowly, “I can’t fit inside you... Not without me stretchin’ you out first, anyway.”

Your lashes bat over one another repetitively, your whines and moans tangling up in your throat due to the bullying way he starts scissoring his fingertips against your walls. “Hahh—mmgh! S-So you did know what I meant!” You gasp as your eyes widen and the hand you have on his arm moves for a second just to playfully hit him.

“Course’ I did,” Toji smiles at you again, “You would’ve been fucked stupid over that counter if you just said you wanted to see if my cock fits inside you or not.”

You hate hearing how easy it would've been to get what you wanted had you just been completely shameless with it, “Fuck, you’re so annoying.”

His brow cocks up, “Is this annoying too?” The man emphasizes his words by spelling his name out over your clit in slow motion, making sure you feel each letter indent itself in every direction around and against your twitchy lil' bud.

“Hnngh, n-no.." You mewl deliciously, head flying back to rest against the shower wall, "That feels s’good."

“Bet it does.” He replies with an abrupt husk of pride breaking out in between his words. As your wet pussy continues to gush and gush out all against his hand, his confidence is beginning to show itself to you in full force—almost as if he's suddenly remembered who the hell he is, “You touch yourself like this to the thought of me?”

“Uhuhh, a-all the time,” Your honesty has his cock jumping against the palm of your hand and both of you are quickly becoming a mess of bucking hips and need.

The steam that's enveloped the room is from everything but the warm shower water at this point. Hell, the damn thing is practically forgotten by now as the hanging head sprays water against one of the corners all idly.

“Really?” Toji asks finally, not quite looking for a response since he's well aware of the answer. He then plucks his fingers out of you at the very millisecond you felt yourself about to cum and pops them into his mouth for a moment to suck your taste off. You stand there with slightly wobbly legs, feeling your orgasm die out pathetically inside you.

Your eyes find his face and you watch with a frustrated little glare in your gaze while he moans around the digits in his mouth as if you're not currently suffering from being left on edge so abruptly. Your lips twitch to flit out a complaint to him but when all his touches leave you and he takes a step back to finally remove his boxers, you think anything negative or bratty you had to say dies even faster than your orgasm just did.

Fuck, you actually think you could cum touchless when Toji hauls that thick cock free for your desperate eyes to gape at. After a couple quick strokes of smearing what's left of your slick and his saliva along the jagged veins decorating his shaft, your roommate looks into your eyes and the sudden attention makes you unintentionally whine.

It was single-handedly (literally) the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. Now, you don't know if that's just because you've been waiting on this for so long or if it's because you like seeing Toji stupidly erect for you but—either way—the only thing in your head now is filth.

Holding the weight of his dick up by its swollen base, he tips his head to the side and his voice is nothing short of whorish, “You spend all your time fantasizing about this cock?” He asks you casually.

You break the eye contact with him and look down at it again, drool fulling spilling past the corners of your lips now,  “Yeahhh..."

His lips twitch and he steps towards you, “Heh, perv.”

“For you, yeah."

Toji's sweltering tip spurts out a cute glisten of precum at your words, in which he tries to hide by sliding his thumb in between the slit of his cock head and spreading his bit of excitement around. As if you hadn't already noticed it or something...

“For me? That’s cute,” He compliments with a nod of his chin towards your leg. You take the motion as a sign to lift said leg up and you end up balancing yourself up somewhat sideways against the wall. One arm resting against it and the other hooked underneath your raised leg, leaving your slick-splattered cunt on full display. “But I think you’d slut yourself out like this to any hot guy that played clueless just like I did,” Toji claims.

You gasp half-offendedly, "N-No I wouldn’t!”

“Mmh, I think otherwise," He argues, green gaze fixated on the way he's got his lewdly spilling cockhead lathering itself in between your puffy folds, "I bet if I called my buddy Shiu over right now you’d be excited to let him get a taste of this slutty pussy.”

“That’s—ohfuck," You choke as he starts pushing into you, purposefully waiting for you to start talking before he did so just to hear you lose your wording. "T-That's different.”

“Is it? I’ve got more friends I’m sure you’d be interested in too,” Toji continues speaking nonchalantly like he isn't currently stuffing the rude bulk of his cock a couple thick inches into you, leaving your cunt to let out soaked squeals around every inch that enters you.

You knew he was big but fuck, it was way more than you were expecting—far bigger than any dildo you've ever bounced on, pretending it was him—and wiiide enough for your eyes to light up with a slutty array of stars 'n gloss coating your irises. Toji's so glad he catches it too because it's downright the prettiest thing he's ever seen before.

He thought your expression from earlier was something only a true slut could have painted across their features but this-, oh this was something else entirely. He's not even sure if it's because of the thought of him bringing his other hot friends over to fuck you or if it's because you're feeling his pent-up need for you thrust past your snug ring of half-resistance.

“Yeah, look at’cha," The man pants, moving your hand out the way so that he could hold your leg up now and continue to fuck his dick into you sideways, "Jus' drooling at the thought of it. Fuckin’ whore.”

When his tip initially kisses the hilt of your soddened pussy—his pelvis pressed neatly to yours—both of you release a blissed-out moan of relief. Neither of you could deny how badly you'd been waiting for this.

Who knew all it would take was you moaning out his name as you got off in the shower?

Speaking of which...

Toji could only get a couple thrusts in before he noticed soft streaks of tears coating your cheeks, which quickly reminded him of the nearby dangling shower head.

He doesn't warn you, doesn't say anything, and doesn't even let you get a moment to get your breathing in order before he's got the damn thing in his hands. The next thing you feel is warm, heavy pressure splattering against your clit in unison with his broad tip imprinting itself against the depths of your cunt. Your pussy gasps around his cock before you so and Toji's hips are slapping against yours a little faster to chase the suckling sensation your walls are busy greeting his every vein with.

You almost lose your balance against the wall with how utterly caught off guard you are. The warm pleasure that sparked hot flashes of bliss all throughout your body from the combination of his hefty length inside you and that lovely shower head streaming all sturdy against your clit was enough to have you dumb with delight.

You're creaming around his cock within the next few seconds. Toji can't even fight off the proud smile that spreads across his uneven lips at the feeling. His thrusts get even faster-, harder to coax you through it and the way he was handling the show head's jet-stream was around your clit was almost better than his thumb had been moments ago.

It's not until your high is dying down and you're trying to pull away from him for a second time that he tosses the shower head and lets it tap into the wall for a moment. Because you keep running from what you've been begging him to give you for months, Toji's handling your body how he pleases all over again.

He shoves your leg over and down, spinning the rest of your fame around so that both of your hands are pressed against the wet shower wall. Then he dips a hand into your arching spine and has you bent over exactly how you wanted to be earlier that day.

You're feeling a hand deepen the arch in your back and another dive into your head of hair to tug before you have a chance to think. You think Toji's cock gets bigger inside you, somehow. Your ass bounces back against him and he's properly handling the entirety of your body as if you were some kinda fucktoy.

You spent all this time thinking you were the pervert in this apartment when in reality, it was him. Toji's imagined having you arched over 'n spread for him like this more times than you could even wrap your head around if he told you.

There's a sharp sting felt against your ass with the way his hand comes down against it all of a sudden, making you moan twice as loud as you had before, “Mmngh! Toji!”

“Oooh," He starts smiling wickedly, pulling your head back further so that he can start talking into your ear again. He never wants you to miss a single word of his, apparently. Grunting against the crown of it, "M'hittin’ deeper now, huh?”

“Yes," Your pussy pulsates with saturated overstimulation around the long span of his cock, "S-So fuckin’-, big… t-too big!”

The sounds of his skin meanly smacking against yours every time he thrusts into that particular spot inside you that has you seeing stars echoes all throughout the small bathroom, practically bouncing off of the walls. Toji slips his hand from your spine to underneath you so he can feel each time his dick creates that fat bulge against your skin.

As soon as he feels the results of his own actions against his palm, he groans, “I tried to warn you,” His hand presses at your lower abdomen—exactly where his ragged girth is resting—and it forces your pussy to clamp deliciously around him, “But nooo, my cockhungry roomie never thinks that far ahead now, does she?”

You shake your head but, he can't tell if that's because you were too fuck-out already or if that was in response to his words.

“All that time thinking I’m the ditzy one here and yet all you do is think about my dick and then get stupid once it’s in ya’,” He mocks meanly, hips bucking forward with heavier motions that have his balls slapping against your clit sinfully, “Shit.."

Toji leans back and looks down, watching his cock disappear inside you and biting his lip at how debauched the lips of your cunt look sucking him in greedily, "Look at ‘er now, swallowing up every inch like she was made for it... Slutty girl."

You hardly have it in you to respond with anything more coherent than a throaty whimper of, “Right there Toji, p-please..”

“I know,” He huffs as if annoyed. Though, you can’t see the way he’s got his brows screwed up because of the way your cunt is guzzling him in perfectly. As he thrashes against your sweet spot again, he breaks out another lopsided smile, “M’here, aren’t I?”

“Ohmygod,” You’re choking, legs beginning to quiver as that tight knot in the lowest pit of your stomach begins to coil up again.

Tilting his head and keeping his eyes taut on your spread lips around his meanly plummeting cock, “Yeahh, y’feelin’ it?”

“S’too much!” You breathe through a widely gaping mouth, saliva dripping down onto the shower floor just as slick was dripping off of his balls from your hypnotically weeping folds, “G-Gonna cum again,”

Toji scoffs, “So cum. Make a pretty mess on that dick,” He encourages with a somewhat lighter smack against your pretty, hand-marked ass cheek. You do exactly that almost instantaneously—every inch of your body shuddering from the back-to-back releases. “Theeere you go. Feel all better now?” He coos.

“Uhuhh,” You’re nodding dumbly against the wall with your eyes flutter shut.

To which his palm smooths over your ass and he mocks you again with a pout, “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Toji.” You moan tiredly, “I feel s’much better now but I-, ah! I wanna make you cum too.”

Just as you say that, he notices your hips trying helplessly to push back and meet his continuous thrusts. The gesture is cute, really.

“Oh yeah? Go on then, make me spill inside this pussy since you want it so bad,” His voice is velvety and sweet with you all of a sudden—curating the perfect pitch to help you continue fucking yourself back on him.

No matter how many times you cum, it seems like his cock doesn’t ever stop feeling oh-so-heavenly inside you. Nothing could compare to receiving the very thing you whined for almost nightly.

“Jus’ like that. Don’t stop–don’t you fuckin’ stop.” Toji’s breath quickly gets unsteady when you push back with a bit more purpose, his grip on you becoming something rather trembly and eager, “Almost there, doll. Keep—f-fuuck you feel so good—keep goin’.”

That last praise blearily rolls off of his tongue before he's meeting your ass with his sharply toned pelvis. The weight of his thrusts makes you jerk forward and cry out in surprise. You're slipping off the wall again and just barely he's holding you in place while he brands himself into your pussy via dumping his gooey load of cum into you.

Nasty squelch after squelch sob into the air until both of you feel spent and are left panting hotly, hardly able to hold one another up and teetering on the edge of slipping. Toji gives you some final, lazy pumps of his breeding cock before slumping forward against you.

You probably would've fallen right over if not for the way you steady yourself against the wall while he chases his breath. The moment it's caught in his lungs again, he's kissing your shoulder tenderly like you're not actively going numb in your legs.

"Next time..." He starts out, smearing his words into your skin in between his little pecks, "If you want me to fuck you," Both of arms wrap around you and you think he's hugging you for a second but, then you feel his hands come up to lovingly squeeze your tits—lips at your neck, "You'll come present yourself to me 'n ask, yeah?"

You let a harmless scoff fall out of you, "Or you can just fuck me whenever you want."

Toji lifts his head to look at you-, like, really look at you. Then you watch how slow he blinks, as if he couldn't believe what you just said, "You're giving me your consent to free use, roomie?"

"Mhm," You hum in response.

The last smile he gives you is something dirty, "Wow, what a filthy pervert you are."

Rolling your eyes and playfully pushing at him, "As if you're any better, you were sniffing my panties earlier!"

"Oh." Toij gulps awkwardly, "You uh, you saw that...?"

Maybe he's not faking the himbo thing as well as he thought he was...

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You whine again. It's so annoying when he teases you like this—barely giving you what you want and staring at your cunt with that starved look in his eyes but never satisfying the desperation you know lays heavily on his tongue. Then he has the nerve to remove his finger from you entirely.

Following this motion with his index holding your lips open just to swat his thumb over your clit and again watch the way your cunt sobs so desperately for further stimulation.

You finally remove your hand from your face and look down at him, "Suguru." You tried to keep your tone as commanding as you could but you can't help the airiness that your voice carries when he's circling your clit so gently with the pad of his thumb.

Those gorgeous violet eyes of his flick up to you and he lifts his head a bit, "Yes, pretty?"

"S-Stop teasing me," You breathe out.

Geto scoffs and you feel his breath fan over your cunt again, "I'm not."

You've got a pout tugging at your lips but you try your best to glare at him and stop the shakiness in your voice, "Yes you are."

His brows raise a bit and he lifts his thumb away from your clit entirely, leaving you twitching a few inches away from his touch. "Oh, so you want me to stop then?" Geto taunts.

"N-No," There goes your whine again, which is quickly followed by a cocky smile from your boyfriend and him readjusting his touch on you.

Geto moves both his hands to your legs and spreads you even wider for him, holding your body in place as he presses his hips down into the mattress a bit more to soothe the throbbing ache of his cock. "Then what do you want, princess? Tell me," He requests all too sweetly.

Just as you open your mouth to reply, he's moving one of his hands back to your cunt again and prodding your entrance with his middle and ring finger. "I—“

"Speak up," Geto cuts off rudely, easing his finger into you again and watching the way your lashes flutter in satisfaction.

"That," You gasp.

Innocently, your boyfriend tips his head to the side as if he hadn't a clue in the world, "What? You're whispering." He tells you, pretending to not have heard you at all.

You roll your eyes a little and end up moaning out your next words due to the rude upward curl of his fingers inside you, "Your fingers-, fuck."

He chuckles at your reaction, "I said speak up, not sing to me."

Then his fingertips begin to rub right against that spot inside he knows drives you insane, feeling the way you gush around him and how deeply your pussy swallows him in.

You tip your head back again and groan, "You're so annoying."

"Even when I do this?" Geto scoffs, finally starting to fuck his two fingers in and out of you, "Does this annoy you too?" He teases, smiling like an idiot in love as he glances down to watch himself work your insides to tears.

Moaning, "Shut upp," You feel him tug his fingers out with a messy wet pop ringing into the air and when you look back down at him, he's already got his own fingers shoved into his mouth—sucking your taste off his skin with his eyes lulling into the back of his skull as he groans.

After his little whorish display, Geto pulls his fingers from his mouth and swats his tongue over his lips to savor your taste. Following all this with a knowing look in his eyes, "Shut me up, c'mon."

Which is how you ended up with your fingers weaving throughout his long messy black hair, his mouth clinging and sucking on your pussy like he was stuck. Suckling your taste deep down into his throat and moaning in between your weeping folds as he held your shaky legs apart.

This was his favorite part of "inspecting" your cunt, really. Y'know, diving in tongue first to feel and maybe taste anything different.

Your nails would scrape against his scalp each time his tongue seared graciously against your gummy walls, dragging your taste all around and into his mouth with his brows frustratedly scrunched up. Geto could never fully understand how sweet you were.

Once his tongue was on you, it was hard to get him off.

And you know this. That's why you keep your hand clinging onto his hair as you moan, "You wanted t-to do this ah, anyway."

Geto's lost by this point and his mind feels as though your taste was the only thing he could fathom properly at this moment. "Mmgh.. mhm." He moans like some slut into your cunt, "Fuck," He only ever breaks his lips away to slur his words out against you, "Gimme more."

"Sugu," You cry out, feeling your legs twitch to clamp around that pretty head of his.

"Louder, pretty girl," He'd grunt, full-on humping the bed as he eats you out. Something about feeling his cock rub so deliciously against the layers of fabric below while he gurgled that honeyed slick from your pussy into his mouth was absolutely blissful.

And then you'd try to get all bossy with him, furrowing your brows and breathily talking to him, "D-Don't tell me what to do while you're—“

"Hmm?" Geto cuts you off again, humming directly into you before lifting your hips up against his face. He was second away from flipping the two of you over because god he needed your pussy dragging all over his face at this point. "While I'm what?" He pants and lifts his mouth away for a second with strings of slick dripping off of his lips, "While I'm makin' you feel good?"

Instead of responding to him, you let out the most obscene sound you think has ever left your throat. To which you slap your hand over your mouth immediately because fuck was that embarrassing.

"Huh?" Geto looks up again and his whole face droops. Eyes growing desperate and tone dripping in need, he ends up whining himself, "Ohhh, don't do that. Lemme hear you."

You just shake your head at him and that only makes a very faint noise dance at the back of his throat. If you weren't so drunk on pleasure, you probably would've been able to catch the whimper he'd let out.

"No?" Geto frowns, holding eyes with you as he presses his lips to your clit, "C-C'mon, please?" Now that was a bit unexpected. Your boyfriend rarely stutters around you. Let alone beg you like this, "Lemme hear you say my name again. Please?"

That's the last plead he lets off before latching his mouth back onto your pussy, lewdly french-kissing the depths of your cunt while keeping his eyes on you. Those violet-shaded eyes were filled with so so much need. You'd have to be a villain to say no to that look.

Hence why you, unexpectedly, end up choking out his name when he dives his whole face in deeper—the bridge of his nose rubbing sinfully against your clit and jaw falling further open just to suck every drop of your arousal into his greedy wet cavern.

"Suguru, ohmygodd," You breathe out, head falling back once more and hand clinging onto his hair for dear life.

You weren't sure if you wanted to push him away or tug him even closer at this point.

Geto groans and you can feel him smile before he pries himself away just to praise you, "Atta' girl," He purrs.

Then your boyfriend quickly shoots a fat wad of spit onto your cunt and talks to (what he likes to call) her, "Now I wanna hear you say my name," He whispers, "Can you do that f'me?" Leaning down to press a kiss into you, just to mix his spit with the overall mess, "Yeah?"

You roll your eyes at his antics, "Sugu, s-stop doing hah-, that—“

Again, your sentence is cut short, this time because Geto's greeted your pussy with a mean slap.

"Shhhh, I can't hear my girl," He scoffs, rubbing those same fingers he'd just slapped you with all over your folds, "What was that, pretty?" He coos.

You wanted to roll your eyes at him again but it was kinda hard to when he starts ogling your cunt's next wave of throbs and twitches.

Smiling now, "Yeahh? You're about to make a mess on me, aren't you?" Geto purrs again, "Go ahead then, lemme see you do it. Put on a pretty show f'me, baby."

And while he's busy talking your cunt through his needy hand motions, you're losing your mind as your orgasm approaches. Back arching up off the bed, a string of moans flying past your lips, and legs shaking against his other palm, "Fuuck."

Geto nods once he quickly readjusts his hand and starts coaxing your orgasm right out of you, diving a rude three of his fingers into you and thrusting them in deep. "Uhuh, jus' like that," He whispers hotly, watching the way you're quick to coat his fingers in that gorgeous mess he was looking for. "Fuck, you're so sexy."

You don't even get a second to recover or breathe because without warning, Geto's snatching his fingers out of you as if he were jealous of them and then planting messy kisses all over your folds. Then he's slithering his tongue out and dragging it all up and down your slit, gulping your orgasm right up and throwing you into overstimulation.

"Sugu!" You gasp, now pushing on his head instead of tugging on it like before, "O-Okay, p-please," Your whines seem to fall on deaf ears for a while because Geto doesn't budge one bit.

He's normally not such a messy eater but right now he was lapping at you like some dehydrated dog and with the third push from your hands, you hear the way he whimpers. You taste so good he could cry--not that he'd ever tell you that...

Instead, he shows you (without the crying, for now) by placing his hands back on your hips and tugging you harder against his mouth. Shaking his head into you, grunting, groaning, and moaning. Geto was a lost man almost every time he ate you out.

And unfortunately for your poor overstimulated cunt, tonight was no different.

It takes you a looong while before you manage to push him off of you and snap your legs shut so that you can breathe. The only reason you were even able to being that he lost a bit of his strength somewhere throughout cumming in his pants.

By this point, both of you are panting and sweating like you'd just ran a damn marathon. Geto's the one to break the silence right after casually wiping his mouth off with his forearm, "So mean." He mumbles, "Pushin' me away like that."

Your words are a bit slow to come out but, you manage. "...You were trying to kill me."

Geto chuckles at your dramatics, "You could've let me continue for a few more minutes."

"I would've died," You shudder a bit, still clearly being ever the drama queen he knows you to be.

With a sassy roll of his eyes, "Just say you hate me." Geto huffs.

"You're so annoying," You reply.

He snickers but leans over to kiss your leg, "I love you."

You're a bit more calm now so you manage a sigh and a smile creeps up on your face, "I love you too, Sugu."

"Right so uh," He moves to scratch the back of his neck, "Round two?"

"No."

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It’s as if the man only falls for you more and more every day. Geto’s been with you for roughly two years now and yet you’ve never revealed this sudden… mask kink you clearly have. He likes the Scream franchise just as much as you do and the idea of chasing you around and eventually fucking you in costume definitely excites him.

So there you are; sitting in his lap and pouting, steadily snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself in close before you plant a chaste little kiss on his lips.

“C’mon Sugu, I know you’ve thought about it before,” You point out to him in a low purr as your lips depart from his.

The hands that’d been calmly resting on your hips suddenly grow intrigued as they slide up to your waist and give you a soft squeeze, “I really haven’t.” He admits honestly. You can see it all in his eyes that he silently agreed to this the moment you brought out that stupid mask.

At his soft admission, a gleaming smile spreads across your face, “Okayy, well you are now… So is that a yes or what?”

He pretends to think for only a moment longer, glancing off to the side in faux thought before landing those pretty lilac irises back onto you, “Yeah, sure. Tomorrow's Halloween so, we can do it then.” Geto tells you.

And that was all it took. 

Halloween night was here before you even had time to fully prepare for it. The entire day you weren’t able to stop thinking about the moment Geto would walk through the front door, dressed in all black with that overly attractive ghostface mask cloaking his equally beautiful face. 

Your heart was racing in anticipation as the sun began to set outside and the clock ticked closer and closer toward the time of which he would return home from work. You knew he’d be there no more than thirty minutes after and all you could do was wonder how this all would go down.

Clad in only one of his oversized white t-shirts, you distracted yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you awaited the moment he’d get home. Any second now and you’d hear that lovely security chime go off—

You jump a little in your bed when your thought is cut off by an incoming unknown number. If you weren’t buzzing with excitement before, you damn sure are now because it’s clear your boyfriend is going out of his way to play into this with you. There are practically small hearts in your eyes as you tap that enticing green button on your screen to answer the phone.

Biting back a smile, you’re quick to bring the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”

An almost low-quality distortion to the person’s voice is instantly recognized by you—it wasn’t Suguru’s voice at all, it was that infamous voice changer that spoke to you. “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” A man asks, and you know this line all too well.

Hell, you know the entire dialogue. This is exactly why you sit up in your bed and hold back that smile of yours like your life depended on it. Tilting your head into the phone, you glance around your bedroom, “Who is this?”

“You tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine,” The ‘mystery’ man continues. 

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from giggling right then and there. Your dark little fantasy was becoming true right before your very eyes and it had a sliver of excitement slipping down your spine. Sliding out from your bed, you take small steps toward the nearby window and glance outside.

Scoffing softly, “I don’t think so.” You quote, straight from the first Scream. You’ve seen the movie enough times to recite the whole thing word for word, even his lines.

It’s a bit off-script how things go from here on out but, that’s the goal.

“Aw, you’re no fun.” He purrs. Even with that damn voice changer, you’d recognize that purr any day. You know this is your boyfriend and that only has your body heating up with each passing second.

Now you’re left to improv a bit. “Think so?” You reply as you pull your bedroom curtains closed and turn away from the window.

“Oh I know so, sweetheart. It’s Halloween night and you’re doing nothing to celebrate.” The man on your phone points out. 

You’re walking out of your room now and taking a careful peek into the dimmed hallway. “And that makes me not fun? What am I supposed to do to celebrate Halloween aside from dressing up and maybe handing out some candy?”

He chuckles. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure something else out.”

“Let me guess,” Your brows raise a little, “I should be watching scary movies?”

“That depends. You like scary movies?” There you are, right back onto the script.

“Uhuh,” You hum in response with a slight nod as if he could see you.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” And there it is, infamous line one of many. You nearly let out a dreamy sigh knowing that it’s nothing but your boyfriend on the other end.

Allowing yourself to smile this time, you trek down your hallway and towards the staircase. “Uhhh, I dunno,” Of course you know, but where’s the fun in saying it so soon?

“You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?” Every scratchy distorted-pitched word that pours from the man’s mouth has anticipation bubbling within you.

You sigh. “Uhmm, Halloween!” As you recall that answer straight from the movie, you turn to your staircase and allow your eyes to scan the first floor of your home.

Most of the lights are on so it’s not too dark or anything but you really are curious whether or not Geto has made his way inside already.

“Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?” You quote flawlessly yet again. You’re such a fanatic for the Scream franchise that you’re loving every single second of this.

“Yeahh,” He purrs again, making your heart involuntarily flutter.

You begin to slowly descend down the flight of stairs, “What’s yours?”

“Guess.” He orders on the other end.

Pausing halfway down, you glance over to your kitchen. The light is still on and everything is exactly the way you left it. “Uhm, Nightmare on Elm Street?” You soon reply.

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?” The way your boyfriend knows every word to this just as well as you do makes your stomach churn in affection just a bit. 

Your voice turns enthusiastic and you continue your steps down, “Yeah! Freddy Kruger.”

“Freddy, that’s right.” He continues, “I like that movie—it was scary.”

“Well the first one was but the rest sucked.” You’re downstairs now, looking around at the way all the blinds in your home are open. Did you leave them like that for this exact reason? You don’t remember.

“Mhm,” ‘Mystery’ man hums and you swear you can picture the smirk on his face as he utters the next infamous line. “Soo, you got a boyfriend?”

You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second before smiling, “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” Now you’re making a right to enter your living room, heading toward your couch placed in the center.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks again.

You pause for a second. This literally is your boyfriend so, surely he wants you to play into this question, right?

“No.” You chirp simply.

You can hear the smile on his face even through that stupidly attractive voice changer, “You never told me your name.”

You know what comes after this and you can’t help but begin to look around as you plop down on your couch, “Why do you wanna know my name?” 

It’s silent over the phone for a long couple of seconds

“Cause’ we wanna know who we’re looking at.”

Your heart surprisingly sinks as those words hit your ears. We? That’s not… how that scene goes. He was supposed to say that he wants to know who he’s looking at. There’s no we? Where the hell did he even get that from??

For the first time since you picked up this damn phone and started this whole thing, you’re actually a bit nervous. Chuckling loosely, you try to play it off as your eyes glance around your living room, “What do you mean, ‘we’?” 

There’s a shuffling over the phone for just a moment. Then, you hear that distorted voice again, but the pitch is slightly different. “C’mon, princess. You’ve seen the movies, you should know by now that there’s hardly ever only one killer.” The man says. 

Eyes all over every corner of the house, heart thumping slightly in your chest, you can feel your anxiety rising within. “I… I don’t understand.” You murmur softly.

And then… all the lights go out with a loud noise coming from somewhere outside. If you weren’t shaking in fear before, you damn sure are now. Your eyes go even wider and you move to put your phone on speaker, clicking your flashlight on right after. 

“S-Suguru, this isn’t funny! I like the movies ‘nd all but I’m not the biggest fan of being scared, you know that.” The person(s) on the phone can hear the clear trembling in your voice as you stand up and point your flashlight to whatever area your eyes land on, searching for any signs of anyone.

There’s a snicker over the line. “Oh but this iss funny, sweets.” The tone changed again—it’s still distorted in that famous Ghostface pitch, but it’s not Suguru nor the person who’d said something before. “You look sooo scared right now.”

Aw hell, that lets you know he (or they) can see you right now. Which is just great considering you can’t see shit aside from darkness and the few areas of your house that your light lands on. You’re scared to leave the living room but… you’re also terrified of staying right where you are. You don’t know how many Ghostface’s are in your house right now and you don’t know what the hell Suguru has planned for you tonight.

“Stop playing around! Turn the lights back on and quit this scary shit, Suguru.” You huff out into the call, taking one step to your right and hearing the floor creak below your foot.

The house is eerily quiet—which is ridiculously concerning considering how he-, they can see you but you can’t see them at the moment. How the hell are they talking to you without you hearing them? They are in your house now, right??

“You said you wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, baby.” The voice returns, as does that natural purr, letting you know it’s Geto talking once more. “You never said how many…”

You slowly walk around your couch and shift your flashlight toward the blinds, trying to get a look outside your windows. “Are you serious? That sounds insane. How many of you are there?!” Your gaze flicks toward the nearby staircase and you only scare yourself as your eyes get lost in the darkness of your home.

Geto’s still talking, “Including me, there’s three of us. How does that sound, hm? I’m obviously not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to but, you do know who we all are.”

You swallow thickly. “Do I?” This time your words leave in a whisper and you swear you hear a shuffling coming from upstairs.

Lord knows you’re scared out of your mind right now. But, it is comforting to know that whatever this is, your boyfriend is in control of it all. You trust him more than anything, so there’s no real reason to be scared… right? 

“Mhm. So how ‘bout we play a game?” Your boyfriend requests, and the sound of him smiling again is heard through his tone.

You stop walking entirely and your eyes are fixated upstairs as you flash your light up there. “Okay Jigsaw.” You snort, “What… What kind of game, huh?”

He sighs, almost sounding as though he were sitting back against something. “The one you and I were going to play. Y’know, you run around ‘n hide but if I find you, I fuck you. Let’s continue that but… with two others.”

“Suguru, you’re gonna let two other guys fuck me?” You’re beyond baffled by this whole thing. Never in a million years would you have expected this from your boyfriend. This is the same man who got mad a while ago for the way some guy who was all flirty with you at a restaurant…

Geto hums deeply, “S’long as you’re okay with it and they find you before I do, yeahh.”

“I didn’t know you were into that…” You reply, moving a hand to tug his shirt further down your body. Knowing that there was more than just him in the area right now made you a bit self-conscious.

“Didn’t know you were into masks but the Ghostface thing really does it for ya’, huh?” Suguru snaps back with that sass you know and love.

“I mean…” You shrug, “Yeah.”

“Right. So then, the game is simple. You try to hide and whoever finds you first; fucks you.”

“That’s it?”

“Oh, nooo. There’s more to this baby…” You swear you hear a creak upstairs—coming from somewhere down the left end of the hallway. It gives you the chills as Geto continues. “See, I know how loud you are when you cum so… tonight, I want you to be nice and quiet.”

You gulp, “What happens if I’m not?”

“Another one of us will find you.”

“Oh—“

“…And join in.” He steadily adds on with an amused smile on his face that you obviously can’t see right now.

Your heart races at the thought alone. “Oh.”

Just for extra consent, Geto tilts his head against the phone, “That alright with you?”

“Yes… but, wait do I still have to be quiet even if there ends up being two of you guys fucking me…?” You lean to the side a bit and aim your light toward the direction you heard the creak, spotting no one and no signs of life whatsoever.

“Yep.” Geto replies with a teasing pop of the ‘p’.

“But—“

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do fine. After all,” The voice changer clicks off and Suguru’s tone is nice and clear with you, “Y’know whose cock you’re supposed t’get loud on.”

You feel yourself throb at the sound of his voice without that stupid filter, puffing out a little sigh in reaction to his lewd words. 

“Oh, and by the way…”

“Huh?”

The voice changer clicks on one last time and he chuckles. “They’re already in the house.”

——

Okay, you knew Halloween was one of Suguru’s favorite holidays but shit you didn’t expect him to go all out like this.

Not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces in your home searching for you right now? You’re lucky the house is big and there are plenty of places to hide but fuck is your anxiety through the goddamn roof as you sit in the empty tub of your first-floor bathroom. The door is shut but not locked and you’ve got the tub curtain pulled closed, just in case one of them does happen to stroll in.

Obviously, this wasn’t the best hiding spot in the world but you wanted them to eventually find you. You were scared in the beginning because of how unexpected this was but now you’re just as excited as you were when you first received that infamous phone call and recited all the lines with your boyfriend.

As soon as the call had ended, you clicked your flashlight off and snuck around in search of a hiding place—which is roughly how you ended up where you are now…

Now you’re left wondering who would find you first. Well, that and who the hell is under two of those masks. You suspect one of them is Gojo Satoru since that’s your boyfriend’s best friend but the other guy… you’re not too sure. Geto said you knew him but that still doesn’t help much.

Your boyfriend has a lot of friends that you know. Which one does he trust enough to let them have their way with you??

After maybe fifteen minutes of sitting in the tub, you start hearing someone outside the bathroom door. Footsteps shuffle by and you can tell the person went off into your kitchen. Then you hear the sounds of doors and cabinets opening, all of which make your breath hitch.

It’s so nerve-wracking and exciting waiting for someone to swing open the bathroom door. The footsteps soon pass it again and you let out the faintest sigh.

…Only to hear those steps halt not too far off from the door. Then, they turn and your body stiffens up entirely as each thump against the hardwood floor draws closer and closer to the door. You can’t see it because of the shower curtains but, there’s a shadow at the bathroom door.

Then you hear a small clinking sound, followed by a very soft… thump? Almost as if someone were leaning against the bathroom door to listen.

It was so scarily exciting that you had to move a hand over your mouth to keep yourself as silent as possible. After which, it’s all so very motionless.

There’s no sound, safe for someone walking around upstairs, and you just know someone’s outside the bathroom door right now. Your heart sinks into your ass the moment you hear that doorknob turning torturously slow until it’s lightly pushed open. 

Then, there are but two soft steps taken inside and you don’t hear it but the door is closed behind whoever just entered.

They could be coming in to just use the bathroom… riiiight?

That’s extremely naive of you to think but a girl can only hope. Another step is taken deeper into the bathroom and that soft clinking sound you heard before is getting louder. It’s faint, almost like… jewelry or… necklaces slapping against one another gently. Jewelry… Necklaces… Which one of Geto’s friends do you know wears a lot of jewelry...? C’mon, think.

Necklaces… rings maybe… piercings—

The very second it clicks in your brain who this might be, you practically flinch right out of your skin as you spot a knife slowly moving to slide the bathtub curtain open. As the curtain is pulled open, you’re met with the tilted head of someone in a Ghostface costume.

Your eyes are all wide on them and you genuinely have no idea where on your body this guy is looking but the mask is actually quite scary when it’s all dark and neither of you is making any sudden movements.

His head slowly angles to the opposing direction, just like Ghostface often does in the movies, and you gulp loudly. The curtain is pinned to the wall by the knife in his hand and you think you’re sweating.

“Scared?” His voice is deep. Familiarly deep. It quickly confirms your suspicions of who’s face may be lying beneath that iconic mask.

With your eyes all frantic along what’s covering his face, noticing the bits of blood and cracks decorating it, you swallow thickly yet again. “Choso?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper and the air feels so heavy with tension.

His hand moves away from the wall and the knife, which you hope is fake, is placed on the edge of the tub with a soft tapping noise emitting into the still air. Then he takes that same hand and lifts it to pull his mask up to the right side of his face, revealing his expression to you as he crouches down to your eye level. You quickly feel your fear die off and it’s replaced with… something else as you study his face. There’s fake blood splattered on his skin, makeup extending the tattoo along the bridge of his nose, and piercings that stand out against his facial features.

“The tub, really?” He whispers to you, chuckling softly and flashing this kind smile at you that makes you feel overly warm inside. “S’this the best you could do? Y’know if I was a real killer you’d be dead right now, right?” Choso teases, all of his words kept in a low voice.

You roll your eyes and shift against the cold tub flooring, “I wouldn’t have hid in here if you guys were real killers, I’m not dumb.”

His lips curve into this sexy yet lazy smirk and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. You had a thing for Choso way back before you started dating Geto and it seems as though your body hasn’t forgotten why. “Yeahh?” Choso chastises with another tilt of his head, “Think you would be the final girl?”

Leaning forward a bit, you nod. “No, I know I would.”

Choso lets out a hum before biting his lower lip for a moment. Then, he lets it fall from in between his teeth and you think you’re in a trance. “Oh she’s cocky, huh?” He teases.

You smile at him and then push up to stand on your knees. Leaning all the way forward, you slowly reach for the knife and take it into your hands. Then you move to hold the tip of it right underneath his jaw and the sound of his breath hitching hits your ears just right. 

You openly stare at his lips and watch the way his smirk slowly transcends into a full cocky smile. “Y’know that’s not fake, right?” Choso hushes out to you.

The knife is carefully caressing his skin as you trace it up slightly to his chin, “It’s not?” You ask innocently, placing your free hand on the edge of the tub and watching how he slowly moves to sit on his knees so that he’s looking up at you.

His face is all pretty from this angle, big brown doe-eyes batting up at you so softly, such a pretty face of dark innocence presented before you. Who’s really the ‘victim’ here—you or him?

“Nah,” Choso whispers, “That’s a real knife.”

“Why would you carry around a real knife?” You ask in an equally soft tone as your brows twist up in confusion.

He shrugs. “Honestly, I was gonna ask if you were into a bit of knife play…” 

His words make your mind stray away from the situation at hand. Your imagination is quick to push out ideas and all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred with this knife of his had you not looked so scared when he first saw you…

“Are you?” The question in return makes Choso’s gaze flicker into something way more lustful than it was moments before.

He scoffs, “Am I? Why would I ask you about it if I wasn’t.”

“So… What, you wanna cut my clothes off of somethin’?” You ask carefully, steadily slipping the tip of the knife along his jawline.

Choso just barely nods his head in response.

“Y’know it’s funny you say that and yet you’re the one on your knees with a knife held up to your chin right now.” You point out with an all-knowing grin plastered all over your face.

Choso bites back a laugh. It’s cute that you think you have the upper hand here. “You and I both know that could easily change in a matter of seconds.” He claims.

And y’know, maybe it’s because you found yourself turned on by this whole game or maybe it’s simply because you wanted to fuck Choso but either way—you do not shy away from testing that theory. All you said was a simple ‘prove it’ and you found yourself in quite the position moments later.

It was one thing that Choso managed to easily gain a hold of the knife once more but it was another thing entirely that he was able to swiftly and quietly get you out of the tub and into his arms. All without even so much as grazing you with that sharp weapon too.

It was almost impressive, in all honesty.

Somewhere in the mix of all that, he ends up placing the knife down and soon has you sitting on the bathroom counter. Well, had you sitting on the bathroom counter—it quickly becomes a lot more than simply that.

Choso used that lil’ knife of his to cut down the center of your (Geto’s) shirt and was quick to have you all exposed to his overly greedy eyes. You were wearing nothing more than this lacy black set beneath that oversized shirt so it wasn’t much to get you unclothed.

One second he was cutting your shirt open and the next his lips were on yours. Then his pierced tongue was in your mouth and your arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to you and feeling his hard cock poking you through the thick layers of black clothes between you and him.

Which is exactly what led to the way you are currently.

Choso now has your legs spread wide open for him and his clothes are hardly even off, safe for the black cloak-like jacket that slipped off of his shoulders and the way his pants have been tugged down. He’s got on this black compression shirt and you spot the layered chains/necklaces hanging from around his throat that you heard earlier. Now leaning back slightly against the mirror behind you with your eyes set down between the two of you, you’re left watching the mean slap of Choso’s leaky cockhead against your clit. 

“Cho,” You whispered out pleadingly. He’d been doing this for the longest—tapping his thick cock against your clit and then rubbing it from side to side against you, feeling the way you leak onto the counter below and hearing those faint whines escaping your throat.

Then he has the nerve to have the sluttiest expression on his half-revealed face, eyes all low-lidded and glued to your exposed pussy, bottom lip locked in between his teeth as he holds back his own breathy sounds of pleasure, and brows all tense as if he’s not the one torturing the two of you like this. “Shiiiit,” Choso rasps out, sliding his cock down slowly and pressing his fat tip against your weeping hole. “Suguru was right, this pussy is s’fuckin’ loud ‘n messy…” He breathes.

Your lips are all parted and all you can do is pant softly as he lifts his tip away and then slaps it against your cunt again, listening to the shlick tapping sound that comes from your sex.

Almost in a daze, he glides his cock up and down your wet folds, “Look at herrr,” Choso purrs, “All wet f’me. Can’t believe he’s lettin’ us fuck you.” His hips push forward a bit and you feel the way his heavy shaft glides against your cunt instead of inside like you so desperately want him to.

You have to suppress the needy whine that threatens to escape your throat, holding one hand slightly over your mouth. “Choso, please.” You whisper beneath your palm.

He pulls his hips back and angles his tip back down to your entrance, pushing forward ever so slightly and teasing that tight ring of muscle, not trying to really push himself into you at all. “What is it, princess?” Choso taunts, smirking as he lifts his eyes up to your face, “Want me to fuck you?”

You throb at his words, nodding as if a second longer would have you pronounced dead. “Please,” You whine, trying your best to wiggle your hips forward.

Choso leans forward and moves his lips right up your ear, his breath all warm and tickly against your skin. “Yeah? Y’want my cock inside you that badly?” He says with another faint push of his hips. Every word that leaves his lips has you dripping all over him.

It’s not until you move your hand away from your mouth and place it on the counter space behind you, and whisper, “Yes Choso, just put it all the way in already, I’m losing my fuckin’ m-mind…” Your last word leaves a little shaky due to the way he suddenly moves a hand over your lips.

Pressing his palm against your mouth, you grow confused until you look over to the bottom of the bathroom door and see a shadow moving by. Yet another Ghostface was nearby.

Choso, not yet wanting to ruin his alone time with you, presses his lips further against your ear, and his other hand grips your thigh tightly. “M’not ready t’share you yet so, be really fuckin’ quiet f’me, alright?” His warning confused you for half a second before you felt him roll his hips forward with a sharp snap at the end, stuffing you full with every hard inch of his cock in one go.

Your eyes tear up and your mouth hangs open under his hand, a strangled moan escaping your throat. Choso’s dick is so stupidly big, reminding you of your boyfriend in more ways than one. Unlike Geto though, Choso’s got this ruthless right curve and just drags against your sweet spot with every small movement he makes, the rest of his cock felt throbbing and twitching wildly against your sodden walls.

He lets out a choked grunt against your ear and you can feel him humping his cock deeper inside you with these small maddening little thrusts. “Does he even fuck you? S-Shiiit…” Choso lets his thoughts be vocalized against the crown of your ear and you only squeeze around his girthy shaft. “S’fuckin’ tight.. God-, fu-uck…” His voice has this pretty lil’ crack at the end that makes you soak his cock even more, sloppy juices leaking all out from where the two of you are connected.

Choso has to tug his hips back a bit and he completely forgets that he recently heard someone walking by the bathroom as he mindlessly thrusts right back into you. Your eyes meet the back of your skull and you groan into his palm. The wet gurgles and squelches from your pussy are what draws attention to the bathroom, if any.

Which is something you can’t even control, especially not with the way Choso goes from short grunts in your ear to moaning delightedly against your skin and fucking his thick cock into your sinfully warm cunt. Deep and almost passionate strokes are made into you and he can’t help but rid his hand from your mouth at some point. Moving it back to your thighs, he sprawls your legs out even wider so his cock can dig deeper into you.

With your jaw still hanging open, the sounds of him fucking you against the counter slowly grow louder and louder. You’re trying not to moan but it’s so hard with him—Choso knows how to use his cock all too well and his eyes are studying your face so he knows where exactly he should be thrusting. Just the slightest shift of his hips causes drool to leak from the corner of your lips and that makes him flash this fucked-out little smile.

Choso leans up closer and his body sandwiches against yours for a moment. You swear you can feel his angry cockhead prodding at your guts because fuck is he in there deep. Not to mention how orgasmic it is to feel him drag his pierced tongue against your chin, lapping up the mess of drool from your face before shoving the muscle into your mouth and forcing you to suck on it.

That leaves your moaning drowned out for a bit and Choso takes the opportunity to pound himself into you like a damn madman. Your legs quickly begin to feel like jello in his hands and you couldn’t even focus on sucking on his tongue anymore. Then, he pulls his mouth away, just barely, and the two of you are staring deep into each other’s eyes as his pace gets faster. His hips are so sharp against you and you can feel his weighty balls slapping against your ass with every mean and pronounced thrust.

Your breath mingles with one another and you’re both so fucked out that you don’t even realize you’re a lot louder now until you spot the bathroom door cracking open in your peripherals. It barely makes a sound as it’s pushed open slightly and all you see is yet another person wearing a Ghostface mask—the sight alone and the clear eye contact you make with them leading straight to your orgasm.

The second Ghostface stands motionless, doing nothing more than watching the blissful way your eyes lull to the back of your head and you release this sweet moan of Choso’s name. Choso, oblivious to being watched right now, is so close to emptying himself inside you.

“F-Fuck,” He huffs, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling for a moment. “So tight… I’m gonna c-cum if you keep squeezin’ me like that.” His voice fluctuates here and there but by the time your eyes roll back into place, the bathroom door is shut and that second Ghostface is now standing right behind Choso.

You flinch and Choso chokes out a grunt at how tightly you just clenched around his cock. The second Ghostface is slow to lift his mask up a bit, only revealing his mouth with this recognizable snake bite piercing that has your cunt gripping onto Choso even tighter. Then, the man leans to Choso’s ear and practically scares him into cumming inside you.

“What do we have here, hm?” Gojo whispers, making Choso’s hips stutter against you. He then reaches a gloved hand around Choso and your neglected clit is met with his thumb swatting over it, “Can’t believe you found her first. S’not fair…” Gojo hums softly with a slight pout.

You have this dumbfounded look all over your face and you may be fucked out of your mind but you swear Choso’s cock is almost harder inside you. The two of you curse in unison as Gojo rotates his thumb against your clit in a sensual circle motion, making you clench again and Choso rolls his gaze back—only the whites of his eyes visible to you.

“K-Keep rubbin’ her like that,” Choso pants with a soft moan. “She’s so fucking tight… I’m gonna die in here, s-shit.” He curses dramatically.

Gojo flicks his thumb upwards against your clit with a nasty trickle of your slick oozing out onto Choso’s cock. “You’re not gonna die, Cho,” He says in a chastising tone with a smile on his face, taking his free hand to pull his mask further up so that you can see his eyes. 

You watch the way Gojo looks over Choso’s shoulder and stares at Choso’s lengthy cock disappearing in and out of your slobbering pussy. Gojo feels his own dick throb against his pants, pressing himself a bit closer to Choso and moving to talk into his ear. “I mean look at her,” Gojo directs, leading to Choso focusing his hazy gaze onto your face. “You’re already fucking her to tears, you’re not gonna die, heh. You’re fuckin’ her good.”

That last praise is what causes Choso to slump forward against you and roll his hips harshly against you—followed by which is a thick spurt of cum as he finishes inside you with a broken groan pouring from his lips. All as Gojo keeps his thumb on your clit, despite his hand getting squished in between you and Choso’s body. 

Then Gojo smirks and leans in toward Choso again, “There ya’ go, good boy. Let it all out inside her. Jus’ like that…” 

You don’t think you’ve ever been this… ruined before in your life. Watching Gojo tease and praise Choso like that while you were still being fucked and your clit was being stimulated led to you abruptly squirting. Choso’s cock slips right out of you and Gojo removes his hand just so that both of them could watch you let out that filthy lil’ stream.

Choso’s completely out of it as he watches your pussy spasm wildly. “Holy…” He whispers, hardly able to finish the rest of his statement.

Gojo clicks his tongue, “Suguru didn’t tell us you were a squirter. Or, has he never made you do that before?” He asks, slowly lifting his eyes up to your face.

You look like you’re about to pass out, your body all sweaty as you lean back against the mirror again and pant heavily. “He… hah, f-fuck, h-he has.” You squeak out softly.

Gojo hums before looking back down, allowing Choso to step (stumble) back slightly past him so he can catch his breath. Then, once Choso is completely out of the way and the space between your legs is left vacant—Gojo lets out an alarming chuckle.

He watches the way Choso’s cum dribbles out of your overstimulated cunt, glob after glob leaking out so prettily that Gojo can’t help but crouch down to get a closer look. Your eyes lazily follow his snowy head of hair and watch as his face is repositioned in between your spread legs. He moves his gloved thumb to your pussy lips and sloshes that mix of you and Choso’s cum around against you. 

Then, Gojo flicks his gaze up to you and you gulp. He looks you dead in the eyes before spreading your lips further apart with his thumb and leaning forward. Your jaw drops in shock as Gojo cups his mouth against your pussy and suckles the mess from Choso into his mouth.

You whine, “S-Satoru—oh, w-wait,” You’re left gasping as you shoot a hand down to his hair and grip him tightly.

Gojo groans deeply and you feel his tongue lap against your saturated cunt leisurely. Moving up and down in a sloppy filthy manner, your legs are trembling while Gojo cleans you up casually. 

Choso’s sitting on the nearby toilet seat now, batting his lashes at Gojos actions in shock. “Satoru you… you know I just—“

“Mhmm,” Gojo mumbles into your pussy, pulling his lips back just barely to allow a cool slap of air to hit you. Then, he swallows. “You both taste really,” Gojo leans back in to kiss your cunt, “Mmph… fuckin’ sweet.” He murmurs against you before slithering his tongue inside you.

Your back arches and your legs move to close around his head as your fingers tug desperately on his locks of hair. “S’toru,” You mumble, “Fuck. Please… mgh, n-needa’ break. I-I can’t—“

Gojo tilts his head and smiles into your honeyed slick, “Sweetheart,” He rasps against you, suckling on your taste for a moment longer before pulling off with a wet pop! “I jus’ got here ‘n you want a break from me already?” He says, pushing out his bottom lip to pout. “That’s so mean.”

Before you even get the chance to argue with that, he’s diving right back in and eating you out like a man staved. Sucking, licking, kissing, spitting—Gojo’s between your legs in some kind of trance as he drools all over his current meal. He’s such a messy eater too, his actions quickly leading to the lower half of his face being coated with remnants of you.

After a bit, Choso seems to have collected himself and he’s soon standing up. His pants have been hastily pulled up and you’re too lost in the overstimulation Gojo’s giving you to realize Choso is approaching you too. When your eyes lift, you see Choso with his Ghostface mask back over his face and his phone held in his right hand.

Cocking his head to the side, he looms closer to Gojo and sneaks a, now gloved, hand into his bright white tufts of hair, prying his mouth away from your cunt with a harsh tug. You watch with teary eyes as Choso holds his phone up to Gojo’s face, and hums out a low, “Smile.” With the voice changer turned on.

Gojo sparks a toothy grin and his expression is all high in pleasure. He looks faded out of his mind, simply off of eating you out alone. The flash from Choso’s phone lights up the bathroom and within the picture he just took, only your legs are visible dangling over Gojo’s shoulders. They’d just recreated that infamous photo you see around this time of year all over your socials. Usually, the victim would be laid out stomach first on the floor and Ghostface would tug their head up by their hair but, this definitely works too.

“Atta’ boy,” Choso praises after he’s taken the desired amount of pictures. 

Gojo looks up to you and he’s pretty sure he can see little hearts in your eyes as you glance back and forth between him and Choso. “You don’t mind, do ya’? We wanna have somethin’ to remember this by,” He tells you.

You simply shake your head no and both of the men in front of you smile. Choso then nods his head a little before using his grasp on Gojo’s hair to shove him back down in between your legs—earning a surprised hum from your throat and a muffled groan from Gojo’s. 

Despite the little Surprise, Gojo gets back to work with his mouth and you end up leaning forward a bit in surprise. Choso moves over to the side a bit and he feels you drop a hand to Gojo’s head to give him a light push away so he can ease up on you. In contrast to this, Choso steals your attention by wrapping a free hand of his around your throat. Your eyes shoot up to him and you’re met with the eyes of Ghostface since he’s got the mask back on.

Purposefully, he does that head tilt again. So slowly does it tip to the side as Gojo’s teeth graze your clit, causing you to let out a pleasureful yelp. “Fuck!” You gasp, to which Choso removes his hand from Gojo’s hair.

Creeping up along your body, Choso grabs a greedy handful of your breast before leaning in. “That was loud, princess. You’re gonna get us all caught,” He snickers to you.

Your bottom lip quivers and you think the sight of it makes Choso feel bad. He takes his hand off of your tits for just a second to pull his mask up and then returns his gasp. Both of you have the same idea in mind but it’s you that reaches for him this time, tugging him in so that his lips can meet yours again.

And then it’s just sloppy from there on out. Anyone with ears could walk past that bathroom, or anywhere down stairs for that matter, and hear the sliding of lips over one another followed by gurgled gasps and barely muffed goans. Choso’s making out with you while he plays with your tits in his hands and Gojo’s still lost in between your legs.

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and your head is beginning to spin from how good you feel everywhere. It only gets worse when the two start muttering praises out to you.

Dragging his lips down to your chest, Choso hushes out these elated whispers, “C’mon pretty girl, don’t tap out on us jus’ yet.”

Then there’s Gojo who moves to suck on your inner thigh. “Yeahh, don’t tap out. Let us make you feel good, baby.” He hums into your skin.

The counter beneath your ass is a slippery wet mess just like the bottom of Gojo's face and all the way down his neck with the way he let your juices trickle along his skin as he ate. All three of you get a little lost in the moment for quite some time. So much that you all seem to forget there’s supposed to be a third Ghostface.

Who, unknowingly, ends up silently opening the bathroom door and catching the way his two friends have his girlfriend all spread out ‘n ruined like some slut. Geto swore he almost came in his pants at the sight alone. You don’t seem to notice he’s standing there and you’re the only one facing him. His eyes are all over your wet expression, watching and listening to you moan two other guy’s names.

He didn’t even want to say anything. Geto just wanted to remain where he was and watch because lord knows if he joins in he won’t last longer than a few seconds. So, he does exactly that—going completely unnoticed there for a while. 

Up until Gojo pulls his mouth off of you for a second. He looks up to see Choso decorating your chest in hot kisses and wet hickies, the two of you constantly making eye contact with one another before he moves his lips to yours again. Fuck just watching you two was hot. So hot that it makes Gojo wonder where the hell his best friend is at and why he’s missing out on all this.

Which is what leads to him turning around to glance back at the bathroom entrance, quickly spotting Geto standing there leaning against the door frame. Well, shit. It’s in that moment that Gojo realizes he sees the appeal in the whole Ghostface thing because fuck is his best friend just as hot as everything and everyone else in this damn room.

After Gojo, you’re the next person to realize your boyfriend is now present, and then Choso seconds later. Each of you have this face as if you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to but that little detail is irrelevant given how Geto could care less about how he was the last to find you. And sure, he may have watched you run into the bathroom earlier and could’ve gone in there to scare you a while ago but, watching Choso and Gojo eventually find you and then listening to them interact with you from outside the bathroom was far more entertaining.

—

So, one thing led to another and…

You find yourself laid out in your bed all over again, this time accompanied with three men. Geto was the first to get himself situated—seating himself not too far away from the bed and telling you to “put on a show for him”.

By this point, who were you to even question him? If Gojo and Choso were leading things before, they damn sure aren’t now because it’s you who’s ordering them around and letting them know where you want them. Starting with you on all fours, showing off that arch that Geto has had you perfect over the years. Then your legs part slowly and Gojo’s behind you in a trance as he watches you move a hand to spread your cunt open for him.

“You spoil us, sweetheart,” Gojo rasps in a low pitch, voice slightly hoarse from how long he’d gone without talking earlier. 

You wanted to focus on him some more but a pair of fingers are placed on your chin and your face is quickly redirected to the second man of need. The moment your head turns, you’re met with Choso’s fat cockhead right in front of your face. Batting your lashes, you’re slow to look all the way up to him and see the way he’s smirking down at you.

“‘Could get off on that look alone, y’know.” Choso comments deeply in reference to your wide glossed over eyes and how close his tip is to your lips.

Gojo’s behind you frowning at the way Choso stole your attention yet again. In an attempt to, at least, have your mind on him once more, Gojo simply pushes his hips forward and eyes the sloppy part of your pussy spread against his pink tip. He hears it, Choso hears it, they all hear the way you gasp softly. It’s like they’re all hyper aware of every sound or slight movement you make.

Immediately after, your hips are wiggling back and Gojo’s quick to palm the fats of your ass. “Finally givin’ me some attention now, huh?” He quips.

You pull away from Choso’s touch just to look back at Gojo. “Suguru should’ve told you guys, I hate bein’ teased.” The way you force yourself back on him not even a second after that last word is leaving your lips has Gojo’s jaw falling and his fingers curling into your skin.

“W-Woah sweets, you could’ve warned me f-first…” He stammers, eyes dropping down to your greedy cunt swallowing up his lengthy inches of cock like it’s nothing. Gojo had to bite back a whine as he listened to the syrupy squelches that came with each backward push of your hips. “Fuuck, don’t stop. Give it t’me, baby.”

Gojo doesn’t even have to move yet and you’re already letting off a shaky moan, driving your hips back carefully and feeling him fill up every inch of your cunt. He’s all dazed while he watches his aching cock delve deep inside you, inch by inch—you take him like you were fuckin’ made for him. 

The man is just dazed. He understands why Choso said he was gonna die earlier becuase fuckin’ hell he’s not even all the way in yet and you’re already clamping around his veiny shaft with no intention of ever letting go. And the goddamn arch you have, they way your ass looks all pretty backing up against him—

Gojo’s thrusting forward before he even realizes he is and his hands slide up to your hips to hold you nice ‘n steady. Your legs shake and your jaw mirrors his with the way it just hangs open. Then there’s your eyes and the way they roll back, a delicious moan exiting from deep within your throat.

He definately fucks you harder than Choso was earlier because you can feel his cock everywhere—he has you so stupidly full and dumb on his dick within seconds, landing a mean hand down onto your ass amid his thrusts.

“Ohh fuck, Suguru y’had this pussy all to yourself all this time?” Gojo grunts. “…S-Selfish bastard.”

Gojo’s hands are arguably slimmer than your boyfriends but his grip on you is just the same. Hence why you can’t do anything as he tugs you back to meet his rough pounding. Hell, all you’re left with is a brain full of nothing as your head turns to face forwards and you unconsciously look up at a stunned Choso.

His hand is wrapped around his cock and despite being right in front of your face, he’s definitely jerking off to they way Gojo’s fucking you (or maybe just to Gojo himself, who knows). When Choso does look down, you see his brows twist up and his lips part.

Your mouth is already hanging open so clearly you’re silently offering to help him, right? Which is why he angles himself toward your gape mouth and grunts, “Open up f’me pretty girl, nice ‘n wide…”

And you do, widening your mouth for him to slide his cock in steadily. Choso hisses at the sensation, the underside of his cock gliding down the center of your slobbering wet tongue so lewdly that it makes his teeth grind together. God, if you weren’t every bit of perfect like this. He watches the way his dick fills your mouth and feels how ridiculously tight your throat is as he eases his hips forward.

Almost in unison, Gojo and Choso and up tossing their heads back—one letting out a guttural groan and the other releasing a sweet moan. You’re soaked just about everywhere. Your pussy is sobbing and dripping around Gojo’s cock and your mouth is hardly any better with the way drool is dribbling down from your chin and onto the bed.

All as your boyfriend is losing his ever loving mind. 

Geto came twice in his hand already and yet he’s still bucking his hips up into his fist. He’s never been this hard in his life. Something about watching you get absolutely ravaged by his two friends just make his dick throb in ways he cannot explain. You look perfect too, so damn angelic despite the rather sinful situation you’re in. There’s a creamy mess of cum slicked up and down Geto’s length from the thick tip to his base.

You’re busy getting fucked to tears (again) by Gojo and Choso, one of which has a heavy hand on your head encouraging your throat further around his curved cock and the other keep’s snapping his hips against your ass with his weighty balls grazing your clit every now and then. 

You’re all so screwed. This is like something straight out of a damn porno and yet you didn’t care. Hell, you could hardly fathom enough thoughts at the moment to care.

And of course all three of them are just babbling all sorts of things to you, teasing you, taunting you, making you dizzy with pleasure.

Gojo’s back there spreading your ass apart and watching how wet you’ve gotten his dick, smiling sinfully at the sight. “Look at this pretty girl,” He grunts, “Takin’ my cock so. fucking. well. ungh.”

Then there’s Choso, nodding along as if he agrees with Gojo’s groaned words. His fingers are buried into your hair and by this point he’s fucking your face at the same rate Gojo’s fucking your cunt. “Her throat’s even better—shit. Y’should see how her lips look wrapped around me right now. Especially when I get,” Choso pauses just to give his hips one tortuously slow push, making you deepthroat his angry cockhead. “Right here, f-fuck.”

Again, Geto’s on the side just losing himself at the moment. You make the mistake of glancing over at him and his eyes lock with yours. Geto’s bottom lip is quivering and you watch his hand jerk himself off faster, his legs shifting open and closed as he overstimulates himself. Some nerve you had to look at him as if you don’t have two cocks inside you right now.

“M’gonna cum,” Geto’s muttering to himself over and over in some fucked-out little mantra. 

Watching his head toss back and the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down is probably one of the sexiest sights. The Ghostface mask is all pulled up and his hair is splayed out in a mess of strands.

You end up gagging around Choso when Gojo hits your sweet spot for the sixth time in a row, your fingernails clawing against the sheets below. That’s all it takes for Choso to pull out and come undone all over your face without warning. In his defense, he wasn’t expecting your throat to tighten around him like that so suddenly…

Geto’s not too far behind, cumming in thick ropes with a sexy groan of your name leaving his lips—a sight you barely get to see because then Gojo’s leaning over you and your torso is suddenly pressed down against the bed for a moment. Then, you’re tugged up by a harsh grasp of your hair and Gojo’s fucking you even rougher than he was before, pressing his lips right against your ear.

“Fuckin’ slut,” He degrades so suddenly, wraping a free hand around your waist just to swat a finger over your clit again. “Look at this mess,” Oh, he’s just mean all of a sudden. Gojo lets go of your hair and turns your face toward him, leaning in and… licking the remnants of Choso’s release off of your face, again.

Your breath hitches and you wish you could have said something snarky but then you’re shoved right back down onto the bed. Gojo shifts his gaze to Choso, who flinches at the sudden eye contact, and then motions for him to come closer.

Once he does, Gojo grabs him by the jaw and pulls him in. “Open your mouth,” He breathes out hotly.

Choso bats his lashes at the man but doesn’t hesitate, parting his lips and taking the extra step as to sticking his tongue out. Gojo spits right onto the center of it and then smirks, “Good boy, now swallow it ‘n taste yourself f’me.” 

It’s right about then that you release for the nth time of the night, followed by you squirting again due to the exchange you just heard between those two men. Then, as you wait for the stars in your vision to clear out, you hear Choso gulp loudly.

Half-way smiling to himself, Choso scoffs. “Guess you were right… I do taste pretty sweet.”

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Warm you up. As if you aren’t already burning for him.

His fingers curl just slightly inside you — not enough to make you gasp, but enough to make your hips jerk. He feels it. He grins.

“Sensitive tonight, huh?”

You nod, breathless. You don’t tell him that everything about him makes you sensitive — the weight of his body, the sound of his voice, the way he looks at you like you’re something holy.

He changes the angle.

Just a little.

Just enough.

Your breath catches sharp and quick.

Bucky stills immediately. “What was that?”

“I— I don’t know,” you whisper, flushed, embarrassed. “Just felt… different.”

“Well, I liked that.” He tries the same curl again, slower this time, more intentional. “You gonna let me feel it again, pretty girl?”

You barely manage a sound, some kind of yes that’s swallowed by a moan when he does it again—

And that’s when your thighs clamp around his wrist.

Your whole body jolts forward.

Wet heat spills out of you so hard it splashes his arm, the sheets, his stomach.

For a second, there is absolute silence.

You’re frozen.

Bucky is frozen.

And then—

“…holy fuck.”

You scramble to sit up, mortified, but he plants a gentle hand on your stomach and pushes you right back down.

“No. Uh-uh. Don’t move,” he says, voice low, almost reverent. “Sweetheart, did you just—?”

“I’m so sorry,” you babble, covering your face. “I didn’t mean— I’ve never—”

Bucky’s laugh is dark, delighted, and completely unhinged.

“Oh, we’re not apologizing for that,” he says, wiping his wet arm across his bare chest like he loves the feeling of you on him. “You’re kidding me. You’ve been able to do that this whole time and you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t know!”

He groans like you’ve physically hurt him. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

And then he settles between your thighs again like a man who’s just found religion.

“Bucky—”

“Shh, sweetheart. I need to see it again.”

His fingers slip back inside you, slow and precise now. He’s studying every reaction, every twitch, every gasp like he’s memorizing a map.

“Relax for me,” he murmurs, nuzzling your knee with a kiss. “Gonna make you do it again. Gonna make you gush for me.”

You shake your head helplessly. “I can’t— I don’t think—”

“Yes, you can.” His voice is warm but firm, soft dom settling in like second nature. “You did it once for me. You’ll do it again.”

He curls his fingers.

You wail.

Your hips buck off the sheets uncontrollably, and Bucky’s free hand comes down heavy on your pelvis, pinning you in place just enough to keep you from writhing away.

“Stay still,” he warns, breathless himself now. “Let me— fuck, let me take care of you.”

The rhythm is obscene — slow, then fast, then slow again, keeping you right on the unbearable edge. You feel everything building, flooding, pressure that’s too sharp, too much, too intense.

“Bucky— I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“Do it.” His forehead drops to your thigh. “Come on, baby. Show me.”

Your whole body tightens—

And then breaks.

It hits harder than the first time — a wave crashing through you, forcing liquid out of you that splashes his arm again, his chest, the sheets beneath you. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, your stomach seizing.

Bucky groans like he’s the one coming.

“Oh, fuck yes, sweetheart— look at you— look at the mess you’re making for me—”

He withdraws his fingers slowly, watching the aftermath with blown pupils, chest heaving like he’s been running.

You try to close your legs.

He doesn’t let you.

Two hands spread you gently back open, like he’s admiring artwork.

“You’re unreal,” he whispers, sounding dazed. “God, baby, I didn’t know you could do that. Didn’t know I could get you to do that.”

You cover your face again, whining. “Buckyyy, stop staring—”

“Not a chance.” He bends, kissing the inside of your thigh reverently. “Sweetheart, I swear to god, I’m obsessed.”

“You’re not—”

“I am.” He kisses closer, lips brushing sensitive, overstimulated skin that makes your legs twitch. “You think I’m ever letting this go? You think I’m ever gonna be normal again after seeing you soak the sheets just because I curled my fingers?”

You whimper.

He laughs softly, smug and tender at once.

“Oh, you like that? You like that I’m losing my mind over you?”

Your hips shift, needy.

He notices.

Of course he notices.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He settles down onto his stomach, palms hooking under your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed until his mouth is right where you’re still dripping. His voice is velvet when he speaks again: “Let me try something.”

“Buck, I’m sensitive—”

“I know. I’ll be gentle.” He kisses your inner thigh again. “Mostly.”

Then his tongue presses up against you — slow, savoring, deliberately teasing the places he knows will make your legs twitch. You’re already trembling, already whining, already grabbing at the sheets—

But when he adds two fingers again, angled just right—

You scream.

Your body lurches forward, thighs shaking violently as another gush pours out of you, wetter, harder, overwhelming. Bucky moans into you like he’s tasting something decadent.

“That’s it— that’s it, baby— give it to me—”

You’re crying his name now, overstimulated, shattered, unraveling over and over while he holds you steady, supporting you through it like the sweetest kind of torment.

When you finally collapse back onto the mattress, limp and whimpering, he crawls up your body and kisses your cheek, your temple, your swollen mouth.

“You okay?” he murmurs, brushing hair out of your eyes.

You nod weakly.

His grin is wolfish.

“Good. Because we’re not done.”

“BUCKY—”

“Sweetheart, you think I’m stopping after three?” He kisses your jaw, voice thick with desire and awe. “You’ve opened a whole new world for me. I’m making it my mission to see how many times I can get you to do that.”

You groan, burying your face in his chest.

He holds you close, hands soothing along your spine.

Then he laughs softly, smugly, voice a warm rumble against your ear:

stepdad bucky who’s obsessed with how small your wrists look when he pins them above your head with just his metal hand. He’ll hold both your wrists in that cold grip and use the human hand to spread you open so he can watch his cock disappear inside you inch by inch while murmuring, “Look how good your little pussy takes daddy, bunny. Made for this, weren’t you?”

stepdad bucky who discovered very early how hard you clench when he growls “shouldn’t be fuckin’ my own stepdaughter” right against your ear. So now he says it every single time he fucks you, all filthy and a little mocking, just the way you like it.

stepdad bucky who started doing “innocent” shower visits that turned into him pressing you face-first against the tiles, metal forearm banded across your chest, human hand between your legs rubbing circles on your clit while he fucks you from behind. “Quiet, bunny. Mom’s still asleep down the hall. You gonna be good and come on daddy’s cock without waking her?”

stepdad bucky who loves to mark you up. And not small marks; dark, finger-sized bruises on your thighs, bite marks on your tits, a handprint on your ass. When you whine that someone might see, he just smirks and shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Then keep your fuckin’ clothes on around other people, hm?”

stepdad bucky who hates hearing you call other men “daddy”, even as a joke. One time you said it teasingly about a fictional character; he bent you over the kitchen island within thirty seconds, yanked your leggings down just enough, and fucked you so hard the edge of the counter left a bruise on your hips.

stepdad bucky who’s ruined you for anyone else’s fingers. If you try touching yourself when he’s not home, it never feels right. You end up whining into his neck the second he walks through the door, grabbing his wrist and guiding his metal hand between your thighs. He just smirks, already knows what’s wrong. “Poor bunny couldn’t do it without daddy’s fingers, huh? Let me fix that.”

stepdad bucky who’s started “checking” you before you leave the house. Fingers sliding under your skirt or dress to make sure you’re not wearing panties, because he told you not to. If you are, he makes you take them off right there in the hallway, stuffs them in his pocket, and replaces them with two thick fingers curling inside you while he kisses you and says, “Better be this wet when you get home, or daddy’s gonna be very disappointed.”

stepdad bucky who deep down knows this is wrong, but he stopped caring the first time you looked up at him with teary eyes and whispered “please, daddy, don’t stop”.

“What was that?” you ask.

He blinks. “What?”

“You just… moved me.”

“Oh.” He shrugs, casual. “Didn’t wanna get splashed if a car went through a puddle.”

It hasn’t rained in days.

You let it go, mostly because calling attention to it feels silly. But then it keeps happening. Every time you walk together, he ends up on the street side. Every time.

By the third time, you test it—slowing your pace, drifting outward.

Without missing a beat, Bucky adjusts again.

That’s when it clicks.

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The first time he opens a car door for you, it’s so smooth you don’t even realize what he’s doing until you’re standing there, staring at him like he’s just performed a magic trick.

He jogs ahead, opens the passenger door, and waits.

Waits.

Like this is expected. Like of course this is how things go.

You hesitate. “Buck… you don’t—”

He frowns, confused. “I don’t what?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

He looks at the door. Then at you. Then back at the door. “I know.”

“…Then why are you?”

A corner of his mouth quirks. “Because you’re ridin’ shotgun?”

You laugh, a little breathless. “You know most guys don’t do that, right?”

“Yeah,” he says easily. “Most guys don’t clean their guns right either.”

That earns a snort from you, but it also plants something strange in your chest. A warmth that feels suspiciously like longing.

He closes the door gently once you’re seated, like you’re something precious instead of an Avenger who’s taken down three HYDRA bases and once dislocated a man’s shoulder with her thighs.

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it. That’s what gets you.

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Dinner is worse.

Not bad—worse in the way that you feel unmoored, like the world has tilted and you’re not sure where to put your feet anymore.

You reach for your chair and it suddenly slides back.

You jump a little. “Jesus—”

“Sorry,” Bucky says quickly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

He’s holding the chair for you.

At a restaurant.

In public.

You stare at him. “What are you doing?”

He pauses, clearly trying to figure out how he’s managed to mess this up. “Pullin’ out your chair?”

“Why?”

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again. “I—because… that’s what you do?”

You sit slowly, still watching him like he might vanish if you blink.

When he pushes the chair in and takes his own seat, you finally ask, quieter this time, “Did someone tell you to do all this?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Then why—”

He meets your eyes, blue and earnest and painfully sincere. “It’s just how I was raised.”

That does it.

The rest of the meal passes in a blur. He orders for himself, lets you order for yourself, never talks over you, never checks his phone. He listens—really listens—leans in when you talk, nods along, remembers things you said weeks ago and brings them up like they matter.

You keep catching yourself staring.

Halfway through dessert, you finally say it. “You know… this is really nice.”

He smiles softly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You hesitate. “I’m not used to it.”

Something in his expression shifts—not pity, not anger. Just a quiet sadness.

“That’s… a damn shame,” he says gently.

You laugh, but it comes out thinner than you mean it to. “You have no idea. Most guys I’ve dated barely hold the door if their hands aren’t full.”

His jaw tightens, just a little.

When you leave, he opens the door for you again. This time, you don’t protest.

Later, walking back under the soft hum of streetlights, you finally stop him.

“Bucky.”

He turns immediately. “Yeah, doll?”

You take a breath. “You don’t have to do all this for me.”

He studies your face, searching for something. “Does it bother you?”

“No,” you say quickly. “Not at all. It’s just… I keep waiting for the catch.”

His brow furrows. “Catch?”

“Like you’re gonna throw it in my face later. Or expect something in return.”

His expression hardens—not at you, but at the idea.

“I’m not keepin’ score,” he says firmly. “And I’m sure as hell not owed anything.”

He steps closer, voice softer now. “I do it because I want to. Because you deserve it.”

Your throat tightens.

“Bucky,” you whisper, “you’re gonna ruin me for everyone else.”

A slow, devastating smile spreads across his face. “That’s alright,” he says. “I’m not plannin’ on goin’ anywhere.”

And when he gently takes your hand—thumb brushing your knuckles like a question—you realize the most dangerous thing about him isn’t the metal arm.

It’s the way he treats you like you’re worth care.

Like it’s second nature.

And somehow, that easy comfort settles into something… filthier.

It’s late. The bedroom is dim. And Bucky is sprawled on the bed like he owns it—like he owns you—one arm behind his head, the other lazily stroking his cock while he waits for you to finish your nighttime routine.

He doesn’t stop when you walk in.

He grins instead, slow and heavy-lidded. “Hi, doll.”

Your breath catches. “You—you couldn’t wait?”

He shrugs, unashamed. “Didn’t feel like waiting.”

That’s the thing: he doesn’t hide from you. Not anymore. Not when it comes to want. Not when it comes to needing you with a kind of aching, unbothered honesty.

His strokes get slower, deliberate, like he’s showing off. Like he wants you to see.

You crawl onto the bed, settling beside him, head propped on your hand. “You’re shameless.”

He laughs, cock twitching in his palm. “Comfortable,” he corrects. Then, quieter: “With you? Yeah. I am.”

Your thighs press together. Because there’s something intimate about this—him touching himself like it’s the most natural thing in the world, because he trusts you that deeply. Something so soft and filthy it makes your stomach flip.

Then he reaches for the drawer.

“Oh?” you tease.

He pulls out your favorite toy—a glittering pink silicone wand—and sets it beside you casually, like he’s handing over the remote. “If I’m playin’, you’re playin’, sweetheart.”

You snort. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Uh-huh.” His thumb circles the tip of his cock, smearing precum. “And you’re wet already, so don’t pretend you’re not into it.”

You are. You really are.

You grab the wand, flick it on low, and nestle it between your thighs. The hum is soft, intimate. You gasp, biting your lip, and Bucky’s eyes snap to your face like a magnet.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “God, I love watching you.”

He adjusts his grip, stroking himself in time with the toy pulsing against you. It feels like a shared rhythm—like your pleasure and his are tethered, rising together.

“You ever think about how insane this is?” you breathe. “How casual we are about this now?”

He smirks. “What, you mean how we can both get off without making it a whole event? Yeah. Kinda domestic, actually.”

You laugh through a moan. “Domestic?”

“Sure.” He’s breathless now. “Goin’ to bed together. Reading side by side. Mutual masturbation Tuesday night—”

You swat him, and he cackles, hips jerking.

“You love me,” he teases.

“Unfortunately.”

He moans when you say it, like affection and filth scramble his brain in the best possible way.

The toy is buzzing harder now, thighs trembling around it, and Bucky sits up a little, propping himself on his elbow.

“No,” he says softly, firmly. “Let me see.”

You open your legs fully for him, toy pressed to your clit, hips rolling. His chest heaves.

“Jesus, doll…” His voice cracks. “You look so good like that.”

He pumps himself faster, precum dripping over his knuckles. It’s messy. Filthy. Intimate as hell. Neither of you look away.

“Touch your tits for me.” It’s not a command—it’s a request whispered by a man who knows your body better than he knows his own.

You obey instantly, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple. The sound Bucky makes is guttural.

“M’gonna come,” he warns, breath uneven. “But I want you to come with me.”

You nod, grinding down on the toy harder, chasing the heat building low in your belly.

And then—he slows his stroke.

“Look at me,” he murmurs. “C’mon, sweetheart. Wanna see your face when you fall apart.”

Your eyes lock on his. It’s enough. It’s so enough.

Your orgasm hits sharp and sweet, thighs shaking, the wand pressed tight as the pleasure rushes through you. You hear yourself moan his name, broken and breathless.

Bucky’s right behind you.

He groans, jerks into his hand, and spills over his stomach in thick ropes, eyes fixed on you like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the planet.

It’s quiet for a moment. Soft buzzing, quick breaths, the warmth of shared release.

Then Bucky flops back with a satisfied sigh.

“Damn,” he laughs. “We’re disgusting.”

You collapse beside him. “Truly vile.”

He reaches over, smears some of his come across your stomach, and grins when you squeal.

“Told you,” he says, kissing your shoulder, voice thick with affection and exhaustion. “M’comfortable with you.”

You look at him—messy, blissed out, absolutely unfiltered—and your heart squeezes.

“I’m comfortable with you too.”

His hand finds yours instantly, fingers lacing.

“Good,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Because next time? I’m bringing out my toy.”

You choke on air.

“BUCKY.”