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He considers you for a moment. Not bad looking. Pretty, even. Not plain in the way some overly manicured noble women can come across and you clearly aren’t using magic to enhance anything about you or else he’d notice. He’s a pro at sniffing out transformation magic in women having seen so many who have taught themselves to dabble in the arts to subtly tweak their appearances. You sigh and he finds it impressively naive to do so, your shoulders pinching in while you exhale sharply out of your nose. 

“I’m looking for someone to help me.” Now this is interesting. He raises a brow, glancing you up and down. You lean toward him, creating a veil of intimacy in a crowded tavern, elbows resting on the table rudely. “I, um, I fear I’ll be woefully unprepared for my marriage bed once the time arrives and I want to avoid embarrassment. I’m already too old to be considered marriageable to most and my heart could not take physical rejection from my husband as well.”

“You’re a virgin and feel weird about it and now you’re makin’ it my problem.”

Gasping, your eyes widen and you shake your head rapidly. Yami smirks when he senses how quickly your heart is pounding beneath those layers of fabrics most in this place could only ever dream of seeing much less feel against their skin, curious enough that he won’t just tell you to get lost at this point. 

“Please do not repeat my predicament so loudly, Captain Sukehiro.” You whisper hiss, fighting the urge to kick him beneath the table as you do the rest of your fathers’ unruly issue you are the eldest of. “It’s not something I’m terribly proud of.”

The captain scoffs, humming to himself and adjusting his posture so that he’s leaning toward you instead of on the back of his chair, cigarette dangling from his fingers. You’ve captured his attention, at least for now, and he’ll give you all of it that you can handle. Pursing his lips, he glances around the bar for a split second before focusing on you, gray eyes locked on your pouting mouth.

“Then why is it your situation in the first place? Thought you nobles were too proud for your own good.” He flicks the lighter in his pocket. “And don’t call me that. Yami is fine.”

You should find it very rude that you are being asked so many questions and being made to suit so many demands made by a lesser born to begin with but the curiosity feels like deeply personalized attention, causing you to bloom in response. Hunched shoulders stretch out, the graceful posture you’ve spent what would amount to months of your life if you stretched the hours out perfecting appearing. No one at home is this curious about you outside of when you will no longer be around to tend the younger children your father continues to spawn and it feels different to be the center of a man’s attention. 

Not a weak, defanged little noble whose only function is to act as an additional limb for his father. A man with rough hands and battle scars and overgrown hair down his neck. 

“I haven’t felt a spark with any of the men I’ve been introduced to. They’re lovely individuals with proud lineage but it has always felt so…” you search around the room, lifting your hand to your mouth to idly nip at the cuticle around your thumbnail. “Forced. I don’t want to be with them and they do not want to be with me. Four men and none of them made me feel like I could spend the rest of my life with them.”

Once again, Yami chuckles at your predicament. Your cheeks heat in response, ears tingling and burning as that familiar feeling of being mocked encourages you to retreat inward. The awareness that you do not have to put up with this kind of treatment from a man beneath your station 

“Sounds like you’re hard to impress, kid.” A plume of smoke is blown over your head, the cigarette he was holding now dangling from his lips while he examines you with narrowed eyes. “Little darling won’t settle for less than a fairytale.”

Retreating further into yourself, you move your hands from your lap to fold your arms over your chest.

“I’m no child, obviously.” 

Your retort is as petulant as your posture and the man smirks, the corner of his mouth jumping, tenting his fingers in front of him and leaning toward you. Despite himself, he likes you. Your willingness to shit here and just shoot the shit with him has impressed him but not enough to let you off easy. 

“You’re here beggin’ for attention like one so I dunno about all that.”

Scoffing, you shift in your chair but make no effort to get up. You won’t be picked off by him that easily. 

“You know nothing about me, sir.” You raise your brows and shift your head to emphasize your point, arms still folded. A grown woman behaving like a little brat shouldn’t draw a man like this in yet he considers himself intrigued, stamping out the nearly depleted butt of his cigarette on the edge table in front of him. 

“Can’t argue with that. Keep talking.” 

He leans back in his chair and sizes you up, boots stacked on top of each other where his ankles are crossed and his long legs are extended out in front of him. It’s one thing to be keeping him here against his will because you won’t stop talking, it’s another when he is a willing audience. Your mouth runs dry and you gradually unfold your arms, placing them above your knee so you can subtly rid your clammy palms of the prickling sweat across them.

“I want to experience the things that a husband and wife are to experience together though I do not have anyone to enjoy them with.” Even the way nobles describe sex is stuffy and uncomfortable, Yami realizes, brows raising slightly. He lets you continue speaking before butting in, letting his arms dangle from the sides of the chair. “Perhaps it’s wrong of me to believe it will change my luck but I won’t change my mind. I have to know how to…perform.”

Perform is such an interesting choice of word. All of the sex the captain has ever had has been far less of a performance and more of a two person dance, locked in repetitive motions and tangled up as one form. He isn’t much for the sappy, intimate shit you’re clearly insinuating you’d like though he feels like he could help you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he starts, leaning back toward you and closing the distance to once again grant you some semblance of privacy. “I can show you how a man should treat a woman but I can’t promise you it’s how a husband will treat his wife, you understand?”

Your eyes widen and you nod once, picking up on his meaning immediately. Impressed by your sharp wit he smiles although it’s nearly as unfriendly as the ones exchanged at court and only slightly less smug. Leaning in toward him, your brows knit together, and you bunch your skirt up in your fists.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for, you know…” you trail off, frowning slightly. He pretends like he doesn’t understand what you mean, shaking his head and staring vacantly at your mouth. “I don’t know if I’m ready for you to take me.”

Another snort from him and your face heats like a wildfire. The two of you remained locked in this strange posture, whispering but not quite, discussing the terms of whatever is occurring here. Blood rushes from your face to your chest to your stomach, a familiar tense feeling between your legs making you shift uncomfortably in your chair.

“The only one who would be doing any taking in that scenario is me and you don’t have to worry about that tonight.” He tips his mug and finishes off the last droplets of his ale, sliding the empty vessel across the table top where it stops just short of you. 

“What if we never see each other again after tonight?” That sappy shit he was right to assume you wanted has surfaced earlier than he expected. He shrugs flippantly, arching a brow. “Then we never see each other tonight but at least you can say you know how it feels when a man takes care of you.”

Inhaling loudly, you weigh your options. 

You can always get up and go home, turn tail and run to where you will always be viewed as something akin to a decorative sconce on the wall instead of a human being. Your opinion matters not, you’re a glorified caretaker for your younger siblings, some of who are your fathers rightful heirs thanks to the boyhood the Gods so mercifully granted them. You can retreat and continue wasting away waiting for a man who thrills you enough that you can ever see him as someone deserving of being your equal. 

Or, you can consider Yami’s offer. He’s rough around the edges and speaks with no formality or regard and you like it. At least you think you do. He doesn’t care who you are any more than the others around you do yet he makes you feel the most seen anyone ever has. He’s interested in your words, your ideas, and even your pleasure - a realization that makes the knot in your stomach tighten further.

“Okay.” You concede. “I think that I’d like that.”

The man rises from his seat, smirking, tossing some coins down on the table in front of him for the drink. 

“I know you will,” he finishes, words dripping with honesty but not arrogance. 

He begins to head toward the stairs that will lead the two of you upstairs and your breath catches when he looks over his shoulder and raises his brows, signaling with a wave that you should follow him. You toss a few more coins on the table in front of you, uncertain of how much a room in an establishment like this would cost to begin with, and rush to follow him with your cloak pulled tightly against your body.

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This room is nothing like your quarters at home where everything around you gleams in gold and marble and silk. It may be decidedly less impressive though it’s twice as cozy if you’re honest. 

The bed is barely large enough for two and there’s a well loved desk pushed against the wall, magical light flickering from the wall. Shutting the door unceremoniously, you swallow and feel the captain at your back, a large palm covering the entirety of the space between your shoulder blades. You don’t recall him seeming so imposing downstairs, glancing upward to meet his eyes. He can tell you are inexperienced solely by how skittish you’ve become beneath his fingertips, an intriguing shift from who you were sitting opposite him.

Boldly asking a man to pleasure you has told him everything about the person you are beneath the skirts and the trappings of society. If he waits long enough he knows that hungry girl will once again show her face to him and while he isn’t particularly patient, he believes it would be worth his while to wait. 

“Go sit on the edge of the bed.” He instructs right above your ear and gently shoves you toward where he’s commanded you be. 

You follow directions and sit, legs dangling off of the edge, unfastening your cloak and letting it rest on the bed. The knot in your belly remains tight, keeping you on edge with all of your movements while your walls throb weakly, arousal and curiosity bearing down on you with similar weight. Sukehiro towers over you, slowly unfastening his belt and cloak, leaving the leather goods and his katana on the desk. 

“I’m going to lick your pussy. Do you know what that means?”

Cheeks warming, once again surprised by his lack of decency, you nod once. You have read about this particular act more than once and have also heard about it secondhand from some of the married women you call friends although their reviews have been mixed. Books have always made it seem far more interesting, an exchange in the same way a kiss is between a man and the paradise between a woman’s legs. 

“Good, at least I won’t have to explain all the technicalities.” He approaches you slowly and squats down, now face level with your middle. You glance down at him and wonder if you should touch him, if he’d like it, if he’d want you to. “Lift your hips.” The next command gives you reprieve from overthinking and you do as asked, raising them enough that he can pull your nightgown from beneath your thighs, spreading them to fit between.

“If you don’t like something, speak up.” He glances up at you, holding your nightgown halfway over his face. “If you do like something, speak up and I’ll keep goin’.”

The linen of your nightgown stretches and tents in the shape of Yami’s head and shoulders when he pulls it over himself, too big to be fully covered by the fabric. His back is curled into a C shape and the muscles ripple while he positions you, hands that you can feel but cannot see gripping the outside of your soft thighs to keep you from deciding at the last minute you are feeling shy. 

It’s too late for you to fall back on the shy act now, your panties dangling off of one of your ankles. Even if you attempted, you know the man currently fixated on spreading you open with his fingers would surface from beneath your skirt and laugh at you. Your heart simply could not take the open derision and ridicule, already feeling overextended thanks to this evening’s excitement.

“Alright, you’re about to feel something different,” he warns kindly, puffs of his breath fanning out against the slickened skin of your labia. The low rumble of his voice sends another rush of wetness seeping out of your cunt, excitement mixing with terror while you await the pleasure you were promised. 

Your hips shift impatiently on the edge of the dingy inn bed, legs on either side of his still dressed torso. His tank top is untucked from his pants and he no longer wears his belt, discarding the unnecessary while remaining firmly in control of the situation. There isn’t much that makes his mouth water but the sight of warm and just for him pussy is doing just that, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.

His thumbs massage the outside of your thighs, keeping you as relaxed as possible, and he leans in to kiss the temptation he can no longer deny himself. A simple smack, loud enough that you can both hear it, yet the moan that escapes you is positively sinful. High pitched and breathy and immediately obscured, clapping your palm over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. 

“Nope,” he simply responds from beneath your nightgown, hand reaching up to remove yours from over your mouth. “What’d I tell you? Half’a the fun is hearing how much you like it.”

One of the thumbs that was rubbing circles into your thigh now does the same on the back of your hand, calloused digit occasionally catching over the surface of your smooth skin. It’s no shock that your hands are soft like your body and your hair and your eyes, it’s what your life was meant to be like the minute you assumed the role of it.  Soft and easy, no roughness to throw you off track.

Yami chuckles and lets his tongue feel you this time, dragging the wet muscle through your folds, rewarded with another of those breathy moans. You do not rush to cover this one, tilting your head backward and letting your eyes flutter shut to focus on the sensation of another lick. He takes his time to get to know you slowly, brushing the flat of it over your hole and dragging the arousal he receives as a reward upward toward your clit.

He doesn’t release his skills on your sensitive bud so quickly but a simple brush of the side of his tongue against it is enough to make you squeal, shoulders rounding in momentarily. Repeating the motion, you squeal again and arch your back, thrusting your hips forward into his face and dragging every bit of you he can see across his mouth.

“W-what are you doing to me, Yami?” You ask breathlessly, elbows propping you up on the bed and keeping you grounded. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

Your head swims with unfamiliar pressure, sparking a line from your brain to between your legs, all connected and you fight the urge to slump back onto the bed, too curious about the way that the light linen covering the man between your legs shrouds him. 

“Eating, obviously,” he mumbles against your body, tongue lapping against your clit. Your body reacts to each touch, thighs tensing on either side of his face, hips slowly bucking in pursuit of the feeling again and again. Your back arches and your moans are staccato babbles, elbows finally failing to hold you up when he gives your clit full attention.. “Oh my, wh–,” your back arches off of the bed before you can finish your thought, another rough lick to your throbbing clit followed by the warmth of his mouth while he sucks it between his lips, flicking the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. 

There is no denying that you may be prissy and perfectly pampered but he was clearly correct in his assumption about you being more than meets the eye. The way your body responds naturally to his ministrations, hips grinding and toes curling and lips keening, tells him every little secret you’re too demure to spill. You want to have sex for enjoyment, to chase your own pleasure and have your own fun. 

He’ll never fault someone for that although he believes he can get you to admit it’s the truth. Maybe not tonight but eventually he’ll convince you to drop the “good wife” act. If he weren’t enjoying himself so much he’d grumble about considering a future where the two of you will meet up for this again, too lost in his own enjoyment of your pretty noises to realize how unreasonable this was to begin with.

“Please keep going,” you beg, a tearless sob thickening your voice. 

Yami doesn’t look up, well aware of what he is capable of, but he keeps his hand over yours and continues rubbing gentle circles into it. You flip your hand and face your palm upward, loosely tangling your fingers with his, your hips now dragging across his lips wildly. It’s messy and you are dripping like a peak season fruit, drenching his chin and sending little droplets down onto his tank top and chest. Moans increase in pitch when his tongue dips inside of you, lapping at your sweetness and drinking it down with satisfied grunts, though he can tell you’re close solely by how you ride his face alone.

You lack the words to describe how you feel, not that you are a stranger to self pleasure, but it’s different when someone else is showing you the maximum of how you can feel. Every inch of you buzzes with a pleasant awareness, nerve endings sparking like celebratory fireworks, and you lift yourself up with your elbows to glance down at the man making you feel more than you ever thought possible, your nightgown no longer around his head. You were so lost you didn’t even realize he shifted to holding your nightgown up above your belly button with the hand you aren’t keeping occupied, those astute eyes appreciatively watching your chest heave and face twist.

“Yami, I think,” you start and he chuckles, sucking your clit between his lips again, sending you over the edge and effectively making sure you know how exactly it feels when someone else makes you cum. 

Dots of light spark in the corners of your vision and you slump down onto the bed, too spent from the strength of your orgasm to remain upright. The perpetrator of your current state untangles your fingers from his wordlessly and he rises to standing, leaning over your exhausted body and propping himself up with his forearm.

“Good as you thought it would be?” 

Giggling, you nod. It’s all you can think to do, truly left wordless and thoughtless, grateful that what you read on the pages of the books you hide amongst your more chaste picks were somewhat accurate to how the experience feels. There has been no insinuation that he expects reciprocation so you don’t bring it up, quietly glancing up at him and noticing that the distance between your face and his decreases every few seconds.

“Now taste.” 

He closes the little distance left, tongue pressing against the seam of your lips. You grant him entrance and whimper when your mouth fills with the taste of his tongue, a mixture of acrid tobacco and ale and something you could only recognize as yourself. 

“Pretty good, right?” All you can do is nod dumbly, still splayed awkwardly across the bed. Should you leave? Should you stay? Is that pesky reciprocation going to come into the conversation now? Yami glances down at you with something you’d almost mistake for warmth in his cool irises, rolling onto his back beside you and folding his arms over his chest. “Are you going to head home now or what?” 

You shake your head, letting your flipped up skirt rest against your belly, the air of the room cooling your heated skin. “No but I’m not going to expect you to stay if you have other business to attend to. I will stay the night and leave before sunrise.”

It’s what’s polite. You did pay for an entire night, after all, and your raising will not allow you to be rude. Pushy and precocious at times but never outright disrespectful. The man next to you sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, turning his face to look at you. 

Maybe you are as pretty as he originally thought. It could be all the blood rushing from his head to his dick, a problem he is attempting to solve mentally by envisioning anything but the satisfying contractions of your cunt while it cums for him, but you glow even in this low light. 

“Only thing I have to do is go downstairs and drink and then I’ll just end up running my mouth and losing money.” 

You giggle at his honesty, turning your face to look at him. The gruffness only adds to his aura, as unrefined as a man can be, yet you really do like it. Even if the two of you sit here in silence for the rest of the night, there’s much you feel you can learn by simply gazing at him, a quiet battle of wills unfolding between the two of you like the mist that fills the city on a summer morning. 

Nanami makes a long-suffering sigh of a man who’s spent two decades corralling these idiots—but he catches his anyway. “This is idiotic.”

You laugh, turning yours over. “Come on, Kento. Live a little. We’ve done stupider things.” He meets your eyes. “Fine. But if I end up in the ER, I’m billing all of you.”

They all rip theirs open at the same time. Thick, sweet honey squeezed onto tongues. It tastes like expensive cough syrup, fucking disgusting.

You’re still sandwiched between Kusakabe and Higuruma on the couch, legs kicked up across Kusakabe’s lap because he claimed “more room” like an asshole. Nanami’s back in the armchair, shirt mostly open now, one ankle crossed over his knee.

“Man,” he drawls, scratching lazily at his stomach under his shirt, “this shit’s hitting different. I feel like I could bench-press a car. Or fuck through a wall.”

You snort. “Romantic.”

Higuruma doesn’t look up from where he’s idly swirling the last of his beer. “You already talk like you could fuck through a wall on a normal Tuesday.”

“Jealousy’s a bad look on you, Hiromi,” Kusakabe fires back, grinning wide. He stretches, arms over the back of the couch, deliberately crowding you more. His thigh presses hot against yours. “But seriously. You guys ever think about how unfair dick genetics are?”

Nanami raises one perfect eyebrow. “We’re doing this now?” “We’re absolutely doing this now,” you say, grinning as you nudge Kusakabe with your elbow. “Go on. Enlighten us.”

Kusakabe takes the invitation to brag. “Look—I’m just saying some of us got blessed, some of us got… adequate.” He side-eyes Higuruma. “No offense.”

Higuruma finally sets the beer down. “None taken. I’ve never had complaints.”

“Exactly,” Kusakabe says, pointing at him like he’s making a winning argument. “You’re long. Elegant. Lawyer dick. Probably slides in like butter. Me? I gotta do warm-up drills.”

You laugh so hard your head tips back against the couch. “Warm-up drills?”

“Yeah. Foreplay for like twenty minutes minimum or it’s game over. Girls either tap out or cry—happy tears, obviously.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Big-dick problems.”

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love me,” Kusakabe says cheerfully. Then he turns to you, suddenly conspiratorial. “C’mon, princess. You’ve seen all of us change in locker rooms and shit back in the day. Be honest. Scale of one to ‘monster cock,’ where we ranking?”

You pretend to think, tapping your chin. “I think Hiromi’s got length—like, porn-star proportions. Kento is definitely thick like can’t wrap your hand around it ‘girthy’,” You shoot Kento a wink. “And you Atsuya…” You drag it out just to watch him squirm. “are stupid thick at the base and stupid long everywhere else.”

Kusakabe beams like you just handed him a trophy. “See? Told you. Big-dick problems.”

Higuruma rolls his eyes but there’s a faint smirk. “And yet you still complain more than anyone.”

“Because it’s a curse!” Kusakabe throws his hands up. “Last girl I tried to hook up with—cute little bartender from that spot in Shibuya? We get to her place, clothes off, she’s all ‘yes, yes, fuck me’—then I line up and…” He makes a dramatic wince. “Nope. Too tight. Wouldn’t even take the head.”

You raise both brows. “You’re bragging about not fitting?”

“I’m bragging about the reason,” he corrects, smug as hell. “She was soaked, ready, begging—and still my dick was like ‘nah, we’re good right here.’ Had to finger her open for ten minutes straight before she could even think about taking it. And even then she was whimpering the whole time. ‘It’s too big, Atsuya, it’s too big—’” He drops his voice into a breathy imitation, then grins. “Music to my fuckin’ ears. She was into it. Left scratches down my back. Texted me the next day asking when round two was. I just… need a girl who can handle the whole package, y’know?”

You’re laughing again, half horrified, half turned on because the honey’s making you feel horny as fuck. “So what, you’re saying you need a custom pussy?”

“Basically.” He shrugs shamelessly. “But yeah. Big-dick tax.”

Higuruma snorts softly, leaning back. His slacks are tenting noticeably now—the honey working fast—and he doesn’t bother hiding it. “You talk like you invented the concept,” Higuruma says dryly. “Every guy with more than average girth thinks he’s suffering uniquely. Newsflash: most women don’t need a warm-up marathon unless the guy sucks at foreplay.”

Kusakabe clutches his chest in mock offense. “Excuse you, I’m a gentleman. I do the full ritual—kissing, fingering, clit worship, the works. Still gotta ease in though. You wouldn’t get it.”

Nanami, who’s been quietly nursing his beer finally speaks up, “You’re both overselling it. Size is irrelevant if technique is garbage.” He meets your eyes again, “And technique can make even ‘adequate’ feel overwhelming.”

“Oh-ho,” Kusakabe says, catching the shift in Nanami’s tone. “Kento’s getting defensive. What’s the matter? Worried your ‘perfect girth’ isn’t enough to win first place?”

Nanami laughs, arching one brow, “I don’t need to win anything. I know what I’m working with.”

“Exactly my point!” Kusakabe throws his head back laughing. “We’re all walking around pretending we don’t compare but let’s stop bullshitting.” He sits up straighter, suddenly serious—or as serious as Kusakabe ever gets. “I know I’ve got the biggest dick in this room. Hands down. Length, girth, the full combo. But words are cheap.”

He looks around at the three of you, eyes gleaming with challenge. “So prove me wrong. Or let me prove it. Right here. Right now.”

You blink. “You want to… what? Whip them out and measure?”

Kusakabe shrugs like it’s the most logical next step. “Why not? We’re all adults. Let’s settle this like men.” He grins wider. “Or like horny idiots who took sketchy gas station supplements—Fuck me,” he mutters, palm already drifting down to adjust himself through his sweatpants. “This shit’s no joke.”

You snort-laugh, heat crawling up your neck. “You’re actually doing this now?”

Higuruma tilts his head toward you, eyes half-lidded. “He’s been waiting for an excuse since middle school. Might as well settle it.”

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “This is the most undignified conversation we’ve ever had. And we’ve had some bad ones.”

Kusakabe grins ferally. “C’mon. Pants off. We compare, then we… test compatibility.” He waggles his eyebrows at you. “You get final vote.”

“Okay… hold up.” Your voice comes out higher than you meant it to. You sit up straighter, legs still slung over Kusakabe’s lap, suddenly hyper-aware of how close his hand is to the seam of your shorts. “You’re seriously proposing this, a dick measuring contest?”

Kusakabe’s grin gets wider, “Yup.” Higuruma lets out an amused huff, “To be fair, you did rank us already.”

“Yeah, but that was theoretical!” You gesture wildly at the three of them. “This is… this is practical application. Like, actual dicks. Out. In the open. For science.”

Nanami’s voice is taunting, “And apparently for your entertainment.”

You shoot him a look and he just raises one perfect eyebrow like you started this. “I mean…” You drag a hand down your face, trying to sound reasonable even though you were fucking so soaked. “This is insane. This is so insane. We’re grown adults. We have jobs. We pay rent. Kusakabe probably has a dentist appointment next week.”

“Thursday,” Kusakabe supplies helpfully. “See? Normal people shit!” You point at him accusingly. Then you drop your hand and exhale hard. “But also… fuck.”

All three of them go still, waiting.

You chew your bottom lip for one more second, then let out a shaky laugh that’s mostly nerves and lust. “Damn it. I’m so fucking wet right now I can feel it on my thighs. And you three just spent the last fifteen minutes talking about how big your dicks are. So yeah. Fine. Whip ’em out. Let’s do the stupid comparison. Because apparently my dignity left ten minutes ago.”

Kusakabe lets out a triumphant “YES!” and immediately shoves his sweatpants down to his knees without another word. His cock slaps up against his stomach already glistening at the tip. The rest follow suit.

“Okay, c'mere boys," you say, sliding off the couch to your knees in front of them. The rug is soft under your shins. You’re eye-level with three very hard, very different cocks, and the visual alone makes your clit throb. “Let’s see.”

Kusakabe steps up first—cocky as ever. He’s thickest: heavy, girthy, maybe 8.2 to 8.5 inches but the width makes your mouth water instantly. Veins prominent, head flushed dark. He strokes himself once, smirking. You wrap your hand around him—fingers don’t quite meet. Not bad I guess, you think to yourself.

Next, Nanami. You have to use both hands again. One around the base—fuck, it’s wide—and the other higher up the shaft. Definitely 8.5 to 8.8 inches. It’s long enough that there’s still room to stroke. The head is flushed angry red, already slick. You give an experimental squeeze and he groans, hips jerking forward.

Higuruma last. Longest by a noticeable margin—8.7–9 inches, slimmer than the other two but with that elegant upward curve and a slight left lean. His cock would definitely bulge through. Darker shaft, flushed head glistening. He tilts your chin up with two fingers while you stroke him experimentally. “You pick a winner yet?”

You wrap a hand around each of them—Kusakabe in your left, Nanami in your right, Higuruma guiding your mouth first. “Too close,” you mumble against the head of Higuruma’s cock before licking a stripe up. “Need… more data.”

Kusakabe laughs already stroking the base of himself while he watches your tongue flick over Higuruma again. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re gonna kill us before we even start.”

You shoot him a mischievous look, then turn your head and take Nanami into your mouth instead, letting your lips stretch wide around that fat head. He hisses through his teeth, one hand immediately sinking into your hair. “Damn.” Nanami mutters, You hum around him in agreement, the vibration making his thighs flex. Then you pop off strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip.

“See? Data.” You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at them. “Nanami wins on stretch. My jaw’s already sore and I’ve barely started.”

Higuruma’s long fingers slide into your hair next, guiding you back toward him “Then let’s see how deep you can take length.”

You open for him willingly, tongue flat, relaxing your throat as he feeds inch after inch past your lips. Your eyes water almost immediately. When your nose brushes the neat dark hair at his base you moan, loud and shameless, the sound muffled around his cock. “Good girl,” he murmurs, thumb stroking the corner of your mouth where it’s stretched tight. “Look at you. Taking it so well.” You pull off gasping, spit shining on your chin, eyes glassy. “Okay—fuck—Higuruma wins depth.”

Kusakabe’s had enough of being patient. He steps in closer, fat cock nudging your cheek. “My turn. C’mon, baby.” You laugh because god he’s so impatient and wrap both hands around him again. Even with two hands there’s still shaft left to stroke. You lean in, licking a broad stripe from balls to tip, tasting salt and precome. Then you try. You really fucking try. The head pops past your lips with a stretch that makes your eyes flutter shut. You get maybe halfway before your jaw protests and your throat says nope. You gag softly, pull back, try again—deeper this time—tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Kusakabe groans like he’s dying. “Fuck—fuck—look at that. Trying so hard for me.”

You manage another inch, cheeks hollowed, before you have to pull off completely, coughing, laughing, wiping your eyes. Kusakabe pulls out of your mouth, flips you onto all fours. Nanami slides underneath so you’re straddling him, sinking down onto his thick length with a gasp. Kusakabe notches at your ass—slowly careful with spit and leftover slick—then pushes in.

You’re already so full from Nanami’s thick cock buried to the hilt in your pussy; every tiny shift of your hips grinds you down harder on him, the fat head nudging against your cunt. “Fuck—breathe, baby,” Kusakabe rasps, one big hand splayed across the small of your back, thumb rubbing soothing circles even as his hips keep that slow, inexorable slide. “You’re doing so good. Taking both of us so perfect.” You can’t answer. Your mouth is open on a silent scream, forehead dropping to Nanami’s shoulder. His hands come up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing away the tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, You lift your head just enough to meet his gaze and he kisses you while Kusakabe sinks another inch deeper. Kusakabe finally bottoms out his hips flush against your ass, balls heavy against your skin. You feel impossibly stuffed, both cocks rubbing against each other inside you. You break the kiss with a sob. “Oh my god—oh my god—I can feel you both—fuck—”

Higuruma has been patient, kneeling beside the bed, stroking himself long and slow while he watches. He climbs up behind Kusakabe so he can reach you. Long fingers thread into your hair, tilting your head back gently. “Open,” he says. You do immediately, your eager mouth falling wide as he guides that elegant length past your lips. You're a whimpering mess as the three of them find a rhythm almost too quickly, like they’ve done this before in some fever-dream fantasy.

Nanami rolls his hips up in shallow, grinding thrusts—never pulling out far, just enough to drag that thick ridge along your front wall over and over. Kusakabe matches him from behind, pulling out halfway and sliding back in. You whine around Higuruma’s cock and he pulls out just enough to let you speak. “Please—” The word comes out slurred, spit-slick. “Please—more—need—” Higuruma strokes your cheek with his thumb, “More what, sweetheart?”

You can’t think. Can’t form full sentences. “Need… to come—please—fuck me harder—need all of you—”

Kusakabe laughs, “Hear that? Princess wants it harder.” Nanami’s eyes flick up to meet the others—some silent agreement passing between them and then they move.

Nanami plants his feet on the floor and thrusts up harder, deeper, that thick cock bullying against your g-spot before pulling out as does Kusakabe. Leaving you clenching around nothing. Your hips twitch up instinctively, chasing the contact, and a confused little “wha—?” slips out. You blink, dazed and still throbbing. “Wait… what are you guys doing?”

Kusakabe huffs a low laugh, already shifting down the couch again. “Change of plans, princess.”

“Huh?” Your voice cracks, high and needy. You prop yourself up on your elbows, thighs still trembling, “You were literally about to—”

“We were,” Nanami cuts in, leans over you, caging you with one arm braced beside your head. “But then we realized something.”Higuruma finishes for him, “You haven’t come hard enough yet.”

Your brain short-circuits for a second. “I literally just—”

“Nah not like that,” Kusakabe interrupts, already settling back between your legs, his big hands hook under your knees and spread you wider. You open your mouth to protest—something about how you’re already sensitive, but Higuruma silences you with a kiss. “Let us spoil you a little longer,” he murmurs. “You deserve it.”

Before you can form another coherent thought, Kusakabe seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard. Your back bows off the couch, hands flying to his hair as you moan into Hiromi’s mouth. Nanami moves to your left nipple, taking it between his lips and rolling it gently with his tongue while his hand cups the other breast, thumb flicking the peak.

Every pull of his mouth makes your hips grind up against Kusakabe’s face. Atsuya’s tongue starts flicking fast over your swollen clit, while Hiromi breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down your throat, sucking another dark bruise into the soft skin just above your collarbone while his long fingers slide down to join Kusakabe between your thighs before Hiromi physically pushes him aside. Atsuya lets out an indignant “Oi—!” but he’s already being shoved to the side, sliding off the couch edge with an amused grin. Higuruma takes his place settling between your thighs. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and buries his face into you. He laps his tongue through your folds as Kento continues to switch between sucking your tits and giving you love bites while Kusakabe grips your hair forcing you to look up at him.

You’re about to come until the fucker pulls off, his eyes flicking up to meet Nanami’s over your body. “Your turn, Kento.” Nanami releases your nipple with a soft pop, pressing one last kiss to the peak before shifting down. Higuruma moves aside without protest, sliding up to claim your mouth instead as Atsuya moves onto your breasts now. Kento takes a second to admire how you’re glistening, swollen, dripping down your ass and onto the couch. What a fuckin’ sight. He flattens his tongue against your overstimulated cunt and flicks tiny precise strokes on your clit. “Fuck—Kento—wait—I’m gonna—” Your voice cracks, but he doesn’t stop. You come so hard your eyes tear up. You squirt hard, soaking Nanami’s chin, his chest, and the couch beneath you. Atsuya looks at you in awe, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You gushed like a goddamn fountain.”

Hiromi helps you sit up while Kusakabe pulls you half into his lap, back against his chest, thick arms caging you. Nanami kneels close, one hand on your thigh as he continues to eat you out. Kusakabe groans like he’s in pain, stroking himself faster. “Fuck, Kento, don’t hog her. I wanna feel that pussy too.”

They stroke themselves in sync on you as you attempt to stop trembling from your orgasm. Kusakabe comes first spills across your stomach, thick ropes painting your skin in hot streaks. Higuruma follows seconds later landing on your chest, your throat, one even catching the corner of your mouth as he groans. Nanami lasts longest before coming hard across your thighs marking you everywhere. You’re covered dripping with them.

You’re slumped in Kusakabe’s lap, back plastered to his chest, legs still splayed wide across the couch cushions. Atsuya’s arms tighten around your waist, “Okay soooo…” He drags the word out, “Who the fuck won?”

You feel Nanami snort softly against your thigh where he’s still kneeling, lips brushing the sticky mess he just left there. Higuruma, stretched out beside you now, one long arm draped possessively over your hip, lifts his head just enough to arch a brow at Kusakabe. “Seriously?” he drawls, “We all just came on her, and your first thought is the dick-measuring contest from forty minutes ago?”

Kusakabe shrugs, chin hooked over your shoulder so he can look down at the obscene painting they’ve made of your body. His hands slide up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing idly over your nipples. “I mean… yeah? That was literally the whole point, right?” He grins, “We were supposed to settle who’s got the biggest, best dick in the room. And then we got distracted by—” he gestures vaguely at you, “So c’mon, Final vote. Who wins?”

You let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh that turns into a half-moan when Kusakabe pinches your nipples at the same time. “You’re actually asking me to rank your dicks again right now?” Your voice is hoarse, still shot from screaming, “Fine. Still tied. But Atsuya wins girth, Hiromi length, Kento… perfection.”

Nanami huffs softly against your hair. “Acceptable ruling.”

Higuruma hums, fingers still tracing lazy patterns through the come on your skin. “Or…” he says softly, “we can agree the only real winner is her.”

Kusakabe groans dramatically. “Fine. Tie. Whatever. But I’m calling dibs on eating her out first next time. I wanna see if I can make her squirt faster than you did, Kento.”

Nanami smirks at him already knowing there’s no one who knows how to eat pussy like him. “Challenge accepted, Atsuya.”

Hiromi laughs as he begins cleaning you up, “Give her ten minutes to breathe first,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Then we’ll see who really wins round two.”

Oh well, Men and their dumb big dicks.

Toji doesn’t move and instead he leans against the doorframe, taking up way too much space, and tilts his head. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t be like that, princess. Your little boyfriend just dumped you over text and you’re already naked and dripping in my bathroom. Looks like you were about to finger yourself stupid just to forget his sorry ass.” He glances down at the towel, then back at your face, “Bet you were real worked up too. Poor thing.”

Heat floods your face from embarrassment and annoyance. You step forward and snatch the phone from his hand, fingers brushing his roughly. “You’re such an asshole. Not everyone’s dying to throw themselves at you like the desperate sluts you usually fuck. Some of us have standards.”

Toji’s smirk only widens, “Standards? That’s cute. Your ‘standards’ just got dumped by a guy who couldn’t even say it to your face. And now you’re standing here in nothing but a towel, pussy probably still wet.” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Real high standards, baby.”

He pushes off the doorframe and takes one lazy step closer, towering over you. The bathroom suddenly feels way too small. “C’mon, we both know that loser wasn’t doing shit for you.”

Your grip tightens on the towel. You refuse to back down, staring straight up at him even as your heart pounds. “Keep dreaming, Toji. I’d rather fuck my ex again than let an arrogant prick like you touch me.”

“That so?” He reaches out, and tugs lightly at the edge of the towel where it’s tucked in above your breasts. You slap his hand away, “Toji, get your slimey dirty hand away from me. I don’t want that shit near me let alone going inside me—,”

Toji’s barking laugh interrupted you, “Oh? You’ve thought about me fuckin’ you?”

Your face burns hotter, shit, you hadn’t meant to say it like that—“I said I’d rather fuck my ex again than let you touch me, you smug bastard,” you snap back, slapping his hand away harder this time when he tries to reach for the towel again. “Don’t twist my words, Toji. Your ego’s already bigger than your dick probably is.”

That only makes him laugh louder, he steps even closer, crowding you back against the sink counter until the edge digs into your lower back. The towel feels flimsy as hell now with him this close.

“Big words for a girl who just got dumped,” he taunts, “And don’t lie—you’ve definitely thought about it. Bet you’ve touched that pretty pussy thinking about me while your weak-ass ex was busy disappointing you.”

He leans down, one hand bracing on the counter beside your hip, effectively trapping you. His breath is warm against your ear as he continues, “What’s the matter, princess?”

You shove at his chest, but the man is built like a damn wall. Your palm meets solid muscle and he doesn’t budge an inch.

“Back the fuck up, Toji,” you hiss, glaring up at him. “You’re not hot enough to act this fucking entitled. Go find one of your desperate little groupies if you want an easy ego boost. I’m not interested in being another one of your sluts, especially not when you’re being this much of a dick about it.”

Toji pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, that signature smirk still plastered on his face as he clicks his tongue again, shaking his head slowly.

“Feisty. I like that. Most girls start stuttering and blushing when I catch them naked. You? You’re telling me my dick’s small and calling me slimy.” He laughs. “Cute. Real cute.”

His gaze drops deliberately to the top of your towel, then lower, like he’s remembering exactly what’s underneath. “Tell you what,” he says, “Since you’re so confident you don’t want me… drop the towel right now and tell me to leave again. Look me in the eye and say you’re not wet as fuck from more than just the shower.”

He straightens up a little, still towering over you, arms crossed as he waits. “Go on then, princess. Prove me wrong.”

Instead of dropping the towel, you tighten it with one hand and shove two fingers hard into his chest. “I’m not one of your brainless little toys. You want me to prove it? Fine. I’m not wet for you. I’m pissed. And if you don’t back the hell up right now, I’ll scream for your sister and tell her exactly what a perverted creep her big brother is.”

For a second his smirk falters before he leans in closer, “Always running that pretty mouth,” he murmurs, eyes narrowed. “You really think I’d give a shit if you told her? She knows what kind of man I am. And you know what? I think you’re lying through your teeth. Because if you weren’t soaked right now, you would’ve kicked me out the second I walked in.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, it’s not like you didn’t want to fuck him. “If we fuck…you’re taking that shit to the grave, you hear me? Don’t fuckin tell, anyone. Deal?”

“Deal.” In one brutal motion he yanks the towel off your body, letting it drop to the floor. Before you can even gasp he grabs you by the waist, lifts you effortlessly, and sets your bare ass on the cold bathroom counter. “Shit—Toji—”

“Shut up.” His mouth moves against yours as one large hand palms your tit roughly, thumb flicking over your already hard nipple while the other slides between your thighs. His thick fingers part your folds and he groans into your mouth the moment he feels how fucking wet you are.

“Fuckin’ liar,” he snarls against your lips, “You’re dripping down my fingers, princess. This pussy’ been wanting a real man, huh?”

You bite his bottom lip hard in retaliation, but it only makes him laugh. Two thick fingers push inside you as his thumb grinds rough circles on your clit. “That’s it,” he taunts, pumping his fingers faster, “Bet your ex never made you feel this good,” he plays with your slick coating his fingers.

“Toji—fuck—you’re such a—”

“Yeah?” He pulls his fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss, only to shove his sweatpants down just enough to free his thick, heavy cock. It slaps against your inner thigh, hot and leaking at the tip. He strokes himself once, smirking at the way your eyes widen. “Still think my dick’s small, baby?”

You glare up at him, breathing hard, but your eyes keep flicking down to the thick, veiny cock in his hand. “Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind, asshole,” you snap, spreading your legs wider on the counter in challenge.

“That’s more like it.” He grips your thighs, yanks you to the very edge of the counter, and lines himself up as he pushes the fat head of his cock inside you. “Fuck—so tight,” he groans, “Shit—no wonder you always seemed pissed with him, no fuckin way he was satisfying you.”

You can barely think straight, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you. Every thrust hits deep, making your tits bounce, wet skin slapping against wet skin.

“Harder, you bastard,” you gasp, tugging his hair roughly. “If you’re gonna fuck me, at least do it right.”

“Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that.” He pulls out, flips you around so your chest is pressed against the mirror, and slams back in from behind. One hand fists your hair, yanking your head back so you’re forced to watch yourself get fucked in the reflection.

“Look at you,” he growls, hips snapping relentlessly. “Taking my cock so fucking well. Bet you’ll be creaming all over me in no time.”

You’re shaking, moans spilling out uncontrollably as you're about to come, walls clenching around his thick cock as you whimper louder.

Toji fucks you through it, groaning low as your pussy milks him, before he finally buries himself deep and fills you. Then he leans in, lips brushing your ear with a smug, satisfied laugh, “Still think I’m not hot enough, baby?”

You clutch the towel tighter, nails digging into terrycloth. “Fushiguro. Fuck off.”

He doesn’t and instead leans one shoulder against the wall beside your door, effectively blocking half the hallway. “Locked out?”

“Obviously.”

“In that?” His gaze drags down, eyes never leaving your tits that spilled out from the towel. “Bold choice.”

“Spare me the commentary. Just… go get the RA or something. Do something useful for once in your life.”

He pauses and tilts his head like he’s actually considering it. Then he pockets his phone, leaning one shoulder against the wall beside your door again, and crosses his arms. “Hmm…no.” He smiles slowly, “I think I’ll stand right here and watch. Keep you a little company. You look cold. Wouldn’t want you catching a chill in nothing but that sad little towel.”

Your jaw drops for half a second before snapping shut. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just gonna stand there and perv while I freeze? Classy, Toji. Real classy.”

He shrugs, unbothered. “I’m a gentleman. Offering moral support.”

“Moral support,” you repeat, voice rising. “You’re offering to be a pervy freak, you absolute walking red flag. Do you get off on this? On making people miserable?”

“Only the cute ones who hate me,” he fires back, eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s entertaining. You get all flushed and mean. It’s adorable.”

You scoff, “Adorable? I’m not your entertainment, you overgrown man-child. Go find someone else to bother. I’m sure there’s a line of girls downstairs who’d love to stroke your massive fucking ego.”

“Massive ego, huh?” He raises a brow, clearly delighted. “You’ve been thinking about my size?”

“Shut. Up.” You take a step toward him, finger already pointing. “You’re insufferable. Arrogant. Loud. And you are the WORST dorm neighbor to have.”

“You’re feisty tonight. I like it.”

“Of course you do. You like anything that strokes your ego even a little.”

He’s still grinning, eyes locked on yours, “The RA’s out, by the way. Saw him at the liquor store on my way back. He’s probably buying more beer for the after-party. No need to get all emotional over me.”

Your blood pressure spikes so fast your cheeks flush, “Emotional? You think this is me being emotional? I’ll show you emotional you dick.”

He lifts both hands in mock surrender, still smiling like this is the best night of his life and before he could get a word out you close the distance in one furious step and jab your finger hard into the center of his chest—right over that stupid black tank stretched across muscle.

“You’re unbelievable,” you hiss, pressing harder. “A complete—”

The towel—already precariously knotted—gives one slip! It doesn’t fall all the way, but it loosens enough that the top edge dip low enough to expose more of your breasts than you wanted to. His eyes drop instantly before you yank the towel back up with your free hand, cheeks burning, but you don’t step back. Your finger is still digging into his chest, “Eyes up here, asshole,” you snap as his eyes flick back up.

“Damn, well,” he drawls, “Looks like your only options are to wait here all night—freezing your pretty ass off, hoping some drunk freshman doesn’t stumble by with their phone out—or…” He leans in, “…come back to my dorm with me.”

“The hell I’m not sleeping with you,” you spit, yanking your finger back, “I’m not going back to your dorm. There’s no way in hell I’m having sex with you, Fushiguro. Not tonight. Not ever.”

For a second he just blinks at you before throwing his head back and laughing. “Who said anything about sex?” he asks, voice dripping mock innocence. “Jesus, princess. I was just trying to be a nice neighbor and give you a hoodie. Maybe let you sit on my couch until housing gets their shit together. But damn—” He lets his eyes rake down your body again, “—the way your mind went straight there? I’d say you're the horny one not me.”

Heat floods your cheeks, “You—You absolute piece of shit. Twisting my words. You’re the one who made it sound—”

“Made it sound like what?” He steps closer—close enough your bare toes bump his sneakers. “Like I want you in my room? In my clothes? Maybe on my bed because the couch sucks?” He shrugs one shoulder, casual as anything. “Guilty. But I didn’t say dick about fucking you. That’s all you, sweetheart.”

You want to scream. You want to slap that smug look off his face. You want—You want to not be standing here half-naked, freezing. “I’d rather freeze to death,” you hiss.

“Yeah?” He raises a brow. “Suit yourself then.” He turns and keys into his room before turning around and locking eyes with your breasts and then back up to your face. “C’monn. Last chance.”

You roll your eyes before you follow, towel clutched in a death grip.

“Mi casa,” he says motioning for you to walk in first. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You step inside, immediately scanning and the room isn’t bad per se. The bed is mostly made, an organized-ish desk poster of some only fans girl you didn’t recognize. “Sit. Or stand. Whatever. You’re dripping on my floor.”

“I’m not sitting on your bed in a towel, perv.”

“Fair.” He crosses to his dresser, yanks open the top drawer, and pulls out a black hoodie. He tosses it at you without warning and you catch it one-handed, the other still glued to the towel knot.

You glare. “Turn around.”

He raises both brows and doesn’t move.

“Turn. Around,” you repeat, “And close your eyes. I’m not changing with you staring like a fucking creep.”

Toji snorts. “Princess, I’ve already seen more than most guys get on a third date. Relax.”

“I said turn around.”

He holds your stare before shrugging like it’s no big deal. “Fine. Whatever makes you feel safe.”

He turns his back to you. Broad shoulders, black tank clinging to muscle, gray sweats slung so low you can see the dimples at the base of his spine, fuck that’s hot. He plants his hands on the desk like he’s bracing himself.

“Eyes closed?” you snap.

“Yep.”

“Swear.”

“Swear on my dead goldfish.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re so fucking irritating.”

But it’s not like you have any other options. So you slip on his hoodie quickly, the fabric is warm from sitting in his drawer. You smooth it down self-consciously, hyper-aware of how bare your legs still are. Toji’s still facing away, but his head is angled just enough toward the full-length mirror leaning against the far wall.

He watched the whole thing. Didn’t even pretend not to. Saw your bare ass and tits through the reflection.

Your mouth drops open. “You absolute dog,” you hiss, crossing your arms over your chest even though the hoodie already covers you. “The fuck happened to privacy?”

“I turned around.” He shrugs as he finally pivots to face you. “Didn’t say shit about the mirror. You should know better than to trust a guy like me.”

You stare at him, mouth still agape, god, the sheer audacity of this asshole. You scoff, stepping back until your calves hit the edge of his bed, arms still crossed. “You’re disgusting, Fushiguro. If you think this is turning into some porno plot where I thank you by dropping to my knees, you’re delusional.”

But as your eyes flick down—purely to avoid his smug face—you notice it. “Oh my god,” you say, “Are you seriously hard right now?”

“Mind your business,” he mutters, one hand casually dropping to adjust his sweats—like that’s gonna hide anything. But it only draws more attention, the movement making the bulge twitch noticeably. He clears his throat, trying to play it cool. “It’s a natural reaction. You’re naked. In my room.”

You step closer, arms crossed under your chest, “Natural reaction?” you echo, voice dripping mock sympathy. “Poor baby. Can’t control yourself for five seconds? That’s honestly sad.”

“Keep talkin’ shit,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded now. “It’s only makin’ it worse.”

You glance down and yep. If anything, he’s harder. The head is pressing so insistently against the fabric you can see the exact shape of it.

“Mm. you’re still staring.”

Your eyes snap up from his crotch so fast. “I am not—”

“You are.” He takes one lazy step closer. The bulge shifts with the movement, “Got a real good view of those pretty tits bouncing when you pulled my hoodie on. Couldn’t help it.”

You want to punch and castrate the fucker. “Jesus, Fushiguro, at least pretend to be ashamed,” you snap.

“I’m sorry,” he says, holding his hands up like he’s been caught, “But you're just making it harder. Literally.”

You tilt your head, feigning innocence as you glance down again, then back up to meet his gaze. “Aww, Horny little Toji. Need a cold shower? Or should I call one of your groupies to come handle that for you? Bet they’d love to see their big bad frat boy reduced to whatever this is.”

He smirks, infuriating you more, laughing as he says, “Nah. I think I’ll just sit here and let you keep talking shit. Turns out, your bitchy little attitude is a fuckin’ turn-on. Who knew?”

You shove at his shoulder, but it’s like pushing against a wall. Toji just stands there, smirking down at you, that damn bulge still front and center. Your hand lingers for a second too long on his shoulder before you snatch it back, cheeks heating up despite yourself.

“Hands to yourself, princess,” he drawls teasingly, “Unless you’re offering to help with my… problem.”

You scoff, but your eyes betray you, flicking down again for a split second. God, it’s impossible to ignore and yeah, maybe a little impressive if you were in the mood to admit it. Which you’re not. “Help? Dream on. I’d rather watch you suffer. It’s the least you deserve after that mirror stunt.”

He laughs, stepping even closer until his thighs brush against yours. “Suffer? Nah, this is fun. You’re all worked up, wearing my shit let’s be real—you haven’t asked for pants yet. Kinda makes a guy wonder if you’re enjoying the view too.”

You narrow your eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of backing up. Instead, you plant your hands on your hips, the hoodie riding up higher. “Enjoying? Please. This is pity. You’re like a puppy humping a leg—desperate and embarrassing. Does this happen every time a girl calls you out? No wonder you blast that shitty music at 2 a.m. Gotta rub one out from all the rejection you get.”

Toji’s smirk widens as he reaches out, hooking a finger under the hem of the hoodie and tugs lightly pulling you closer. “Rejection? From you? Sweetheart, you’re the one in my room, half-dressed, poking at me like you can’t keep your hands off. If anyone’s desperate…” He trails off, eyes locking onto yours as his thumb brushes your skin, damn him.

You swat his hand away, “Touch me again and I’ll knee you right where it hurts. Bet that’d solve your little issue real quick.”

“Little?” He barks out a laugh as his hand drops to his sweats again, adjusting shamelessly, the movement making everything… obvious. “Y’know you could just admit you like riling me up. Makes two of us.” You bite your lip to stifle a laugh and and shove him again harder. He finally rocks back a step as you ignore his horny attempts at getting into your panties, “Whatever, perv. Just hand over some sweats before I decide to raid your drawer myself. And try not to cream your pants while you’re at it.”

He scoffs leaning back against his desk his biceps looking deliciously bite-able as he crosses his arms, “Go ahead—raid away. See if you can find somethin’ that fits your prissy ass.”

You yank open the bottom drawer, rifling through a mess of folded clothes. Gym shorts, more tanks, a couple of hoodies… ah, there. A pair of black sweatpants, soft and drawstring-tied, probably way too big but better than prancing around in just his hoodie like some frat-house cliché. You snatch them out, holding them up triumphantly. “These’ll do. And no, I’m not thanking you.” You shimmy into the sweats quick as you can, rolling the waistband a few times to make them fit without dragging on the floor. They’re loose on your hips as you tie the drawstring tight. Your phone buzzes beside you,

Hey girl, sry you got locked out. Staying at Satoru’s place again tonight… and probs tomorrow too lol. His twin’s out of town so we have the place to ourselves iykwim. I’d check w/ the RA! night love u!

You stare at the screen, rereading it like it’ll change. Another night? Tomorrow too? What the actual fuck. That means you’re locked out until… whenever she decides to leave Satoru’s side which won’t be for a good while. The front desk won’t do shit this late—they’ll just tell you to crash with a friend or something. And your “friends” are either at the party downstairs or scattered across campus.

“Bad news?” Toji asks, voice laced with fake concern as he saunters over, peering over your shoulder without a shred of shame. He reads the text in one glance and bursts out laughing, “Oh shit, princess. Looks like you’re stuck. No roomie rescue tonight.”

You toss your phone onto the bed, groaning as you flop back against the mattress. “This is a nightmare. I am not sleeping here. I’d rather crash on the common room couch with the mystery stains.”

He drops down beside you, the bed dipping under his weight, “Common room? With all the drunk idiots stumbling in? Nah, that’s a bad idea. You’d wake up with some freshman’s head in your lap.” He stretches out, propping himself on one elbow to look down at you, “Face it—you’re crashing here. I got a king bed. Plenty of room. I’ll even be a gentleman and stay on my side.”

You prop yourself up too, shooting him a irritated look, “Gentleman? You? The guy who just spied on me changing. Yeah, right. What’s the catch, Fushiguro? You gonna try slipping it in me in the middle of the night?”

“Not unless you ask…But if you end up cuddling me in your sleep, that’s on you. And hey, if you need help warming up…” He reaches out, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear “C’mon, princess. I’ll even sleep on the floor if you’re that scared of catchin’ feelings.”

You swat his hand away, “Feelings? Please. I’d catch an STD first.”

His gaze dips to where the sweats hug your hips, then back up. “Just say the word.”

You grab a pillow and smack him with it, “In your dreams, perv. Fine, I’ll stay—but only because I have no choice. Touch me and you’re dead. Got it?”

His legs spread wide trying to adjust his insistent hard on, “Deal.” He grins satisfied. “Now, want a beer? Might help you relax.”

You sigh, flopping back onto the bed. “God, yes. But only if you promise to keep your dick in your pants.”

“No promises,” he says, cracking open the six-pack. “But I’ll try.”

He hands you a cold can, popping the tab for you. You snatch it, taking a long swig to drown out the absurdity of this whole night. Toji cracks his own, chugging half in one go before settling back against the headboard, one arm slung behind his head.

You crawl over, settling against the wall, pulling the covers up over your legs as you take another sip. The sheets smell like him, hints of weed and the cologne he wears. Annoying how it’s not gross. Toji slides in on the other side, the mattress dipping again, his broad frame taking up way too much space even in a king. He kills the overhead light, leaving just the soft glow from a desk lamp.

You fidget, staring at the ceiling, then glancing around the dim room. The OnlyFans poster on the wall. A stack of protein shakes on the shelf. His sneakers kicked off by the door. It’s all so…not what you'd expected from a frat boy, well, except for the poster of the model.

Toji catches you looking, propping his head on one hand. “What?”

You hesitate, cheeks already warming for no reason. “I… kinda like to sleep holding something in my hands. Like… a pillow or…”

“Or a stuffed animal?” he finishes for you. Well great, this is embarrassing, you think to yourself.

Your face ignites. “NO! No, I just—just, ugh, yes, fine! I just have one that my dad gave me. And I always sleep with it and it’s fine, I don’t have to, I just—”

Before you can ramble yourself into a deeper hole, Toji reaches behind his own pillow without a word and pulls out a soft white bunny plush. He tosses it lightly in your direction.

You catch it reflexively, blinking down at it. Your embarrassment fades as you hold it. Compassion sneaks in for this idiot frat boy who’s seen your tits and ass tonight, popped a boner like a teenager, and is now… being kind of sweet? In his own asshole way. Damn it. You glance from the bunny to Toji, you were taken aback by his unexpectedly decent behavior. You hug the bunny to your chest without thinking, fingers sinking into the plush. “Are you sure? You don’t… need it to sleep or—?”

“Nah. That’s not mine.”

You immediately chuck it back at his face. “I don’t want to sleep with something your ex or some girl you fucked in here left behind, you gross—”

He catches it one-handed, laughing “Chill, princess. It’s my baby cousin’s. She left it here when my family came to visit last month. Kid’s obsessed with bunnies. I just forgot to give it back.”

He holds it out again, this time more gently, “Here, take it.”

You stare at it for a beat, then take it back, “Oh. Okay. Thanks.” You pause, squeezing the ears absently. “Do you have a big family?”

Toji takes a long pull from his beer, shrugging one shoulder. “I guess? Three baby cousins—Naoya, Maki n’ Mai, annoying as hell. One uncle who’s a walking headache. The rest of the clan I was born into… I don’t talk to most of ‘em. Haven’t in years.”

You glance at him sideways as you sip your beer, “…That sucks,” you say finally.

He snorts softly. “Yeah. Life’s a bitch.” he says, taking another swig. As you continue to make more observations about him. “Didn’t peg you for the family-visit type. Thought you’d be too busy… I don’t know, bench-pressing or doing sorority girls or whatever frat boys do.” He snorts, setting his empty can on the nightstand. “Bench-pressing? Nah, that’s for show-offs. I save my energy for better things.” His gaze slides to you, lingering on your lips, “Like dealing with bitchy neighbors who end up in my bed.”

You smack his arm with the bunny’s ear, laughing despite yourself. “Shut up. This is temporary.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you wanna tell yourself.” he murmurs, but he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, actually giving you privacy this time. Wow, I guess this frat boy isn’t so bad.

“Night, princess.”

You squeeze the bunny tighter. “…Night, perv.”

Standing there in the dim hallway light was a girl you vaguely recognized—blonde, tiny denim skirt, crop top that said “Phi Kappa Alpha Sweetheart” in glitter. Her mascara was already smudged, lips parted in pure shock as her eyes dragged down your body: Toji’s clothes, bare legs and bed-messy hair.

“What the fuck?” she spat, “You’re in his room? Wearing his shit?”

You keep your voice flat, arms crossed under the hoodie. “He’s asleep. Come back tomorrow.”

“Asleep?” She laughs, “Bullshit. Move, bitch. I know he’s in there—his motorcycle’s in the lot and he ghosted my texts all night.”

You don’t budge. “He’s passed out. I’m serious, go home.”

Her face twists. “Oh my god. Tell that asshole if he doesn’t open up right now, those dick pics and the video of him eating me out are going on the group chat. Every sorority, every frat. I’ll ruin him.”

You tilt your head, letting a slow, mean smile creep across your face, “Cute. Real classy. Threatening to leak nudes because a guy won’t wake up for your desperate ass at three in the morning. Real girlfriend material.”

Her mouth opens, closes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You lean against the doorframe, hoodie slipping another inch off your shoulder. “He’s not interested. Go cry about it somewhere else. And maybe delete his number before you embarrass yourself more.”

She lunges at you through the small space, “You little—,”

The door suddenly yanks wider from behind you. Toji’s massive hand appears over your head, slamming the wood back so hard the frame shakes. He’s shirtless, gray sweats slung low, hair a disaster, eyes still half-lidded with sleep but burning with irritation. “Azami—shit no Misaki—wait, no—whatever the fuck your name is,” he growls, “We’re done. Been done. Stop showing up at my door at three a.m. like a stage-five clinger.”

The girl’s face goes scarlet. “You said you’d call me back—”

“I say a lot of shit when I’m drunk and horny. Learn the difference.” He reaches past you, casual as hell, and starts closing the door in her face. “Also? Those nudes you’re threatening? I got the same ones of you. Tit for tat, sweetheart. Now fuck off.”

The door clicks shut. He flips the deadbolt, then turns to you. You’re still standing there, heart hammering, before you roll your eyes and walk back to his bed. “Well, well,” he rumbles, voice still thick with sleep. “Look at you playing guard dog for me. Kinda hot.”

“Shut up,” you snap, “Your crazy ex almost got me murdered in my sleep.”

“Not my ex.” He steps closer, crowding you back toward the bed without even touching you. “You answer my door lookin’ like that… wearing my shit… tellin’ girls to fuck off… You tryna mark territory, princess?”

Your back hits the edge of the mattress. “I was trying to get some sleep, asshole. You were dead to the world.”

“Mmm.” He braces one hand on the wall beside your head, the other lazily adjusting the front of his sweats. “Well I’m awake now.”

Your pulse is still racing from the confrontation, “You gonna thank me for handling your drama?” you mutter, even as your eyes flick down to the outline of his cock again.

Toji laughs, “Nah. But I got a better idea.” He hooks two fingers under the hem of the hoodie you’re wearing and tugs you forward until your hips bump his. “How about you let me thank you instead?”

His thumb brushes the bare skin just above the rolled waistband of the sweats and suddenly the room feels way too warm. You swallow. “Toji—”

“Still time to tell me to fuck off,” he murmurs as your back hits the mattress before you even realize he’s moved, his big body caging you in. One of his knees pushes between your thighs, spreading them, and the hard line of his cock presses right against your soaked pussy. “Still hate me?” he asks, lips ghosting your jaw.

“Fucking despise you,” you breathe, but your hands are already sliding up his bare chest.

“Good.” He grins against your skin. “Means this is gonna be fun.”

His soft lips kiss yours, tongue swirling against yours while his big hands slide under the hoodie like he’s been dying to do it since you first stole his clothes.

You kiss him back because fuck it it’s not like you have anything better to do anyways. “We’re not fucking unless you have a condom, Fushiguro.”

He pulls back an inch, green eyes half-lidded, and actually pouts. Like a giant frat-boy toddler. “C’mon, princess. It feels so much better raw. You’re killin’ me here. Barely gonna feel anything with that plastic shit.”

You stop him dead with a flat palm to his chest before he can grind against you again. “Did we both not just see one of your weekend whores who looks like she’s been around the block come up to your room threatening to leak your nudes? Were you not there for that, Toji? Yeah. Unless you have proof you got tested today and have the results today, there’s no way we’re fucking raw.”

He stares at you for two whole seconds, then huffs a laugh and drops his forehead to your shoulder. “Fine. Fuck. Whatever.” He reaches over, yanks open the nightstand drawer, and fishes out a gold-wrapped XXL condom. He tosses it at your chest. “Here. You put it on me.”

Your attitude evaporates instantly. The cocky little “make me” energy you had two seconds ago? Gone. You stare at the foil packet in your hand, cheeks heating up because yeah—you’ve had sex. Plenty of it. Just… always with your long-term ex. You never once had to actually roll one of these on a guy yourself.

Toji catches the hesitation immediately and he smirks, “Wait. You don’t know how?”

“Shut up,” you mumble, sitting up a little as he kneels between your spread thighs, gray sweats shoved down just enough for his cock to spring free—god, he was so big. He laughs, one hand lazily stroking himself while he watches you fumble with the wrapper. “Holy shit. That’s kinda hot, actually. Never had a girl look this shy about my dick before. Usually they’re fighting over it.”

“Jesus, Toji.” Your fingers shake a little as you tear the foil and pinch the tip like you vaguely remember from health class. “I’m not shy, I just—my ex never made me do this part, okay?”

“Ex sounds boring as fuck,” he teases, thumb brushing your knee while he waits. “C’mon, princess. Pinch the tip, roll it down slow. I’ll even stay still for you… mostly.”

You bite your lip, cheeks burning, and finally slide the latex over the head. He hisses through his teeth the second it touches him, hips twitching like he’s fighting not to thrust up into your hands.

“Fuck, your little hands feel good,” he murmurs, watching every inch disappear under the condom. “Look at you. All focused and cute. Never thought I’d see the girl who hates me lookin’ this flustered over my cock.”

“Still hate you,” you mutter, but there’s a smile tugging at your mouth now as you finish rolling it down. The XXL fits—barely—and the sight of it stretched tight around him makes your pussy even wetter. Toji grabs your wrist gently, pulls you back down onto the pillows, and kisses you again, “There. Happy now, safety girl?”

“Very,” you whisper, legs wrapping around his hips on instinct.

He lines up, thick head nudging your entrance, and pushes in slow—inch by inch—until he bottoms out. “Still feels fucking amazing,” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “Even with the stupid condom. You’re so tight, princess… shit.”

He begins thrusting slowly, pounding into you on drag in and out making you moan out louder than you wanted to. “Bet your boring ex never made you sound like that, huh?”

“Shut up and fuck me harder, Fushiguro.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Toji’s hips snap forward hard, driving every thick inch back into you in one smooth, punishing stroke that makes you cry out. You’ve never been fucked like this. Never. Your ex was careful, quiet, polite. Toji is none of those things.

“Fuuuuck—” The moan rips out of you way too loud, “Shit—Toji—oh my god—”

“Shhh,” he hushes against your lips, but he’s grinning. His green eyes sparkling with pure frat-boy mischief even as he slams into you again. Your whimpers turn into full-on sobs of pleasure, little blubbering “ah-ah-ah”s that get louder the harder he goes. Your legs shake around his waist, heels digging into his lower back like you’re trying to pull him deeper.

Toji curses under his breath, sweat already beading on his chest. He loves it—he fucking loves how loud you are—but he also knows the dorm walls are paper-thin at 3 a.m.

One big hand slides up and clamps gently over your mouth, palm muffling the next loud moan as he leans down, forehead pressed to yours again.

“Quiet, princess,” he murmurs, “I love hearing you fall apart, but if you keep screaming like that the RA’s gonna bust in thinking I’m running a porn set. Can’t have campus security knowing how pretty you sound when you take my cock.”

You nod frantically against his palm, eyes glassy, but the second he pulls his hand away to brace himself and fuck you harder, another loud, whimpering cry rips out. “Toji—right there—fuck, please—”

He groans laughing—you just can’t seem to stay quiet when he fucks you. “So tight… so fucking wet for me… taking me so good, pretty girl.”

Toji’s rhythm turns ragged, hips snapping harder, “Never heard you this loud in all the months you’ve been glaring at me through the hallways. You always this noisy when you’re getting properly fucked?”

You can’t answer, only answering in moans, “Toji—ahh, fuck, please—” way too loud for 3 a.m. in a dorm that echoes. Your hands fly up, one fisting the sheets, the other clawing at his shoulder as your back arches. “Shit—okay, okay, I got you.” His free hand snatches the pillow again and gently presses it over your mouth as you bite the pillow hard, eyes rolling back, but even muffled the sounds spill out—high, desperate, blubbering little “mmph—mmph—Toji—” noises.

Toji leans down, forehead pressed to yours again, “That’s it… good fuckin’ girl. Look at me while you cum. Never thought my stuck-up neighbor would look this pretty falling apart on my cock.”

You come moaning loudly, your pussy clenching around him, thighs shaking violently, and you’re still whimpering and babbling nonsense into his palm while he fucks you.

He cums hard, spilling into the condom, “Goddamn,” he pants, “You’re gonna get us both written up, princess. Loudest girl I’ve ever fucked and I fucking love it.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, “But if you scream like that again I’m gonna have to stuff something in that pretty mouth… or we’re switching positions so I can fuck you into the mattress face-down.”

You’re too blissed-out to do more than laugh breathlessly and smack his chest weakly. “Still… hate you, Fushiguro.”

Yeah, right. Didn’t anyone ever tell you to never fuck the frat boy next door?

The thought was a dangerous one. You knew once you went into that rabbit hole, there was no coming back. But even though you were aware of the possible issues, you still plugged in your earphone one night and opened Twitter.

You didn't have the faintest idea on where to begin, blindly searching up 'porn' in the search bar.

There was no doubt about it — you got plenty of results back, enough to make you gasp aloud and fling your phone across the bed. Your earphones popped out of place and a fierce heat blooming across your cheeks. The four second clip of a man sloppily jerking off looped on repeat.

With a hand to your mouth, you shuffled forwards and grabbed your phone again. A different video played, and you settled against the pillows propping you up against the headboard.

This time — you checked the tags of the videos that came after. Clicked on a few. Cocked your head in confusion.

"PAWG…? Goonette," you mumbled to yourself, entranced by the new world you had exposed yourself to. The terminology was foreign, but by the time you were ready to get yourself off, having worked up quite the appetite for an orgasm — you knew them like the back of your hand.

And so you leaned back at last, thighs parting as the sensation of your hand slipping between eased you into relaxation. Your thumb hovered a thumbnail, pressed down.

Lo and behold — tentacle porn.

"Are you really getting of to that?"

"Hush, Ryomen. I want to see if she touches herself."

"Pah! Of course she will, can't you smell—"

You let out a piercing shriek. The sound of two distinct voices, one on either shoulder filled your ears. "Nonono, get off of me, get off of me—"

"Woah, now," the one adorned in white yelped, clutching onto your earlobe. His white wings ruffled against your skin as he hung on for dear life. "That's no way to treat an angel, is it?"

The apparently named 'Ryomen' scoffed, barely moving an inch as you swiped your hands over your shoulders in a poor attempt to rid yourself of the intruders. "No one gives a shit about your kind, Satoru. Now stop panicking, woman. We aren't going anywhere."

"Please go somewhere else. This is majorly freaking me out right now."

You were hyperventilating, eliciting a groan from 'Ryomen'. Satoru had fluttered his way onto your right shoulder again, peering at your face as you tried making sense of all of this. "What, don't tell me you're new to the whole concept of having an angel and a devil on your shoulder."

That earned the white-haired man a sidelong glare from you. His body was adorned in a silky robe, the right side of his body exposed. There was a certain mischievous look in Satoru's eyes, however — which led you to believe that there was more to the being than what lingered on the surface.

"No. N-no, I'm not," you murmured, rubbing at your temples. "But you're not— I'm not supposed to see you."

"Who said?" 'Ryomen' retorted, scowling up at you. The devil was also wearing a robe, but it only covered his lower half, whereas Satoru's looped around his shoulders. Strands of pink, dishevelled hair stuck up from his head in messy angles, and for some peculiar reason — he had four arms and four eyes.

You exhaled slowly and slumped back, trying to reason with the debacle. "You have a point but… this is not normal. Can't you go back to, I don't know, being invisible?"

"No can do, pretty lady," Satoru grinned. "We want to watch."

"Watch what?"

"Watch you masturbate, of course! That devil Sukuna over there has been waiting for a moment like this," Satoru cackled, rubbing his two hands together. Sukuna nodded in agreement, and it was at that moment you wondered who really was the devil between the two.

"No can do, this is my private time. Go back to where you were before."

"We have always been here," Sukuna chimed in, his pointed black tail swirling behind him. "You were simply unaware this entire time."

You froze in your place. Then, your face paled.

This… entire time?

As in, through your failed first dates? Through that one time your ex Naoya rubbed at the crease of your upper thigh instead of your clit? Through the numerous times you've gotten off to the thought of seemingly nothing?

You shrieked again, Satoru joining you as you flopped onto your stomach. Your pillow heaved under your weight as you almost sobbed into it out of sheer embarrassment. Sukuna, sick of both of your antics, tugged at a stray piece of hair. "Get up. Where is your dignity?"

"Gone," you wailed, nails digging into the cotton. "Gone like my will to live."

Satoru cooed, stroking the side of your neck and ignoring the way you shrank under his tiny touch. "Theeere, there. I don't know why you're so upset. There's nothing we haven't seen before."

"That's the problem! Oh, I wish you hadn't revealed yourself to me."

"Quit your sulking and get used to it," Sukuna grunted, now peering inside of your ear — just because he could.

You huffed, defeated. Why now, out of all possible times did they choose to appear — when you were at your most vulnerable? Did everyone have their own set of angels and demons? There were simply too many questions, and some you didn't want to know the answer to.

Satoru was still stroking your neck, pleased to see that you had calmed down somewhat. "Now, are you going to, y'know… get back to what you're doing?"

"Reeaal subtle." Sukuna shook his head.

"No. Not until you've both disappeared. Until then, I'm not touching myself."

"Bit dramatic, no?" Satoru sighed, clearly in disappointment. No pussy today, it seemed. "If we go away after you're done, will you touch yourself?"

Sukuna grinned inwardly at the lie.

…

"You promise?"

"I promise. I'm an angel, aren't I?" Satoru murmured deceptively soft into your right ear, lulling you into a false state of comfort. You nodded, chewing on your lower lip as you grabbed your phone and leaned back yet again. Sukuna was elated, leaning forward to look over your left shoulder. Then, his face soured.

"Tentacles," he spat. "My natural enemy."

"What, don't tell me an octopus kicked you out of heaven," you snorted, unplugging your earphones out of the port. Satoru tightened his lips, stifling a laugh.

"Do not bring that up around me, insolent girl."

"She struck a nerve, did she?" Satoru taunted, leering at the devil.

The two went back and forth for a while as you willed your heart to slow down. The initial shock of the two beings had worn off somewhat, but there was still a part of you that was so terribly conflicted — refusing to accept anything beyond the explainable boundaries of science.

Click, click!

"You think too much, seriously." Satoru snapped his fingers in front of you in an attempt to grab your attention. You glanced down, then at Sukuna. "This world came from plants and berries, and somehow we have Bluetooth — yet you want to question the existence of two beings who have existed in religious scriptures for millennia?"

There was no arguing when he put it that way. Even the gruff Sukuna seemed to agree, nodding thoughtfully. "Well put, pest."

"Thanks, sweetie."

"Okay, okay. Fine, you can watch but you gotta disappear after," you bargained, reminding them of Satoru's promise.

"Deal," they both said in unison.

With a swallow, you played the video. Hentai, it seemed to be — with a female lead already gagging around a slimy tentacle as another wiggled its way into her drooling cunt. She was stuffed full a beat later, eyes rolled back until the whites showed for dramatic effect.

Schlick-schlick-schlick!

As if having forgotten about the three pairs of eyes on you, your fingers were already circling around your clit, toes clenching as you stared at your phone — hypnotised.

"Look at her go," Satoru whispered, loud enough for Sukuna to hear. The latter's face screwed up a tad, in pleasure rather than annoyance. As if the mere sight of you making yourself feel good was getting him off.

Which it was.

There was a movement, two under Sukuna's pale robes. His lower cock twitched, followed by the upper one — until both stood tall, hot and leaking.

Satoru was warm in the face, refusing to let go of skin-on-skin contact with you. He leaned against the side of your throat, pretending as if he wasn't peppering the flesh with soft kisses that were too small for you to notice.

"Hah— shit," you mumbled sluggishly, letting your head fall back with a dull thud against your headboard.

One of your fingers slipped in, turning into two and causing your shoulders to tense in response. With a frantic rhythm, you thrust your fingers in 'n out of you — a chorus of garbled mewls leaving you

Safe to say, the hentai was long forgotten. The real show was you, and both the angel and devil were entranced.

"Atta girl," Sukuna grunted, eyes growing lidded when your hips jerked into your hand. "Keep fucking yourself like that for me."

"For us," Satoru croaked, but not before throwing the other man a glare.

You nodded, thumbing at your clit again before renewing your efforts inside of yourself. They watched as your eyes screwed shut, fingers desperately searching for that one spot inside of you that'd make you—

"Gah—"

"Crook your fingers now. Keep pressing."

Sukuna guided you through the fierce orgasm, Satoru having chosen to nip at your neck. Your cunt spasmed uncontrollably, body wracked with unbearable pleasure that sparked behind your eyelids.

After the endorphin rush had finished its round through your body, you lay there utterly spent. The two on your shoulders had enough of a mind to not jerk off in fears that you'd scream again — but they were undoubtedly pent up, ready to stick their cocks into either you or each other.

"Yeaaah, that was something. Phew," Satoru laughed, like he hadn't been on the verge of rutting his boner against the dip of your collarbone. "We should do that again sometime."

You grumbled, brows furrowed as you pulled your fingers from out of your panties and cleaned your hand on some wipes you kept on your bedside table. Satoru gasped in awe, eyeing the wetness that coated your pruning fingers.

"Fat chance. You promised you'd leave, so leave."

"If you thought he was serious, you are greatly mistaken," Sukuna said bluntly. You turned to look at him, one corner of your lips lifting in what resembled a grimace.

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not," Satoru beamed, as if the halo on top of his head was nothing but a farce.

"You're a pain in my ass, both of you," you snapped, hirling the balled-up wad of tissue into your waste basket across the room. Satoru merely hummed, quite pleased at the fact he managed to draw an orgasm out of you under his tactical manipulation.

Sukuna adjusted the robe over his crotch, not even bothering to hide his twin erections. "Not yet," he promised, for real this time. "Now go wash your hands, they smell like the tentacles you got off to."

"Shut the fuck up."

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It had been days, weeks, centuries, since you had gotten off since that day. That bastard of an angel was no worse than Sukuna, slithering around his words like the snake that got the demon kicked out of Paradise itself.

"Touch yourself," he'd coo in your ear. "You know you want to."

You would vehemently deny his allegations, turning to Sukuna for help. But he proved to be useless as well — dragging the tip of his forked tail down against your collarbone until you were twitching in mild discomfort.

"So what if he wants a show? You have given us one already, may as well give another. Slutty girl."

You wanted to tear your hair out.

That promise Satoru lingered in the back of your mind, broken as the two became a permanent fixture in your life despite your protests. At work, they'd run their tiny mouths, egging you on to get off. Stick a pen inside, Satoru would snicker. Sukuna would tell him to shut up, before offering to dive between your legs himself.

There had been one too many occasions where your coworkers would walk in you cursing at yourself, to which you'd have to laugh off the odd behaviour with a shitty excuse. "Flies. Headache, right?"

Disregarding the social aspects of your new dilemma, you also had no privacy. Using the restroom or even taking a shower proved to be a task more difficult than it should've been, with flirtatious comments thrown your way without a second thought.

"What big breasts you have," Satoru gasped, ogling over the front of your shoulder. "Are they for me?"

"No, me. Half-wit," Sukuna scowled, looking at you to see if you'd agree.

"They're for no one, actually. Now silence yourselves before I attempt to drown the two of you." You couldn't, you found out — after almost taking yourself out in the process.

A shame, indeed.

Somehow, your biggest worry had to be the fact that you hadn't masturbated in a while. Prior to the appearance of Satoru and Sukuna, you were able to get off a few times a week. Now, you were face to face with a dry spell that seemed like it wouldn't go any time soon — unless you gave in and touched yourself regardless if they were watching or not.

You were prone to snapping more at them both, and Satoru spoke out one day, confirming both of their suspicions about you.

"Jeez, someone's antsy that they haven't had time to stroke their pretty clit in a while."

"It would be a lot easier if you just went at it," Sukuna retorted. "You bought a cucumber, no? Just use that."

"My lack of apparatus isn't the problem," you bit back, flopping onto your bed. "I'm able to orgasm well enough with just my fingers."

"Yeah, we know," Satoru sang, reminding you yet again of how they had always been here at your side — even when you were masturbating alone.

Sukuna pondered for a second, seating himself atop your shoulder, legs dangling down. "Are you getting performance anxiety? We can look away."

His words were followed by a noise of protest from the white-haired angel, who was adamant on seeing your face screw up in pleasure. You shook your head, thighs pressing together. The desperation was becoming unbearable at this rate.

"I can't get off when you're both here, watching like two little voyeurs who have positively ruined my life," you vented, half sitting up now. "Every little thing I do is turned into something sexual and I can't have a moment's peace."

"…okay, but you literally moaned sliding in a sausage between a hot dog bun yesterday—"

"That is irrelevant."

"Is not."

"Is too."

Sukuna groaned, rubbing at his temples with two of his four hands. He saw a simple solution, yet neither of you two were able to shut up for a single moment. So he cleared his throat and spoke, voice bellowing louder than you had ever heard it before, commanding both of your attention. Satoru swooned. You gulped.

"Now if both of you are done, I would like to propose a way to amend your ... sexual frustrations."

He paused for dramatic effect, causing your face to fall into a deadpan state. "On with it."

"We both fuck you."

…

"And how do you propose you both do that, exactly?" You snapped at the devil. "Because that second get down there, my pussy is swallowing you both whole and you're getting lost in there."

Satoru sighed, eyes fluttering shut at the prospect. "Wouldn't mind that, pretty lady."

"Quiet."

Sukuna went on. "I mean, we could both show you. As long as you are up for it."

"Never. Not in a million years."

Satoru shrugged, leaning back on his hands. He knew all he had to do was do a little sweet talking, and you'd be putty right under his angelic little hands. "Suit yourself, baby. But… is it so wrong of us to want to make you feel good? To give you that orgasm that you've been craving for so, so long?"

You didn't answer, slumping against the warm sheets.

"I know you want it. Just let us take over, get rid of that silly ache between your thighs."

"You are far too easy on her," Sukuna rumbled, joining in on the fun. His breath was warm against the shell of your ear, causing your own breathing to deepen. "I am sure she would rather listen to how much I want to ravage her, stuff her full with my twin cocks and leave her screaming—"

"Tch. No thanks," Satoru butted in. "You have to be gentle with a fine thing like her. Make her sing out instead of scream, you brute."

Meanwhile, you were too busy getting hot in the face. You tugged at the collar of your tee, denying the fact that your pussy was probably clenching their names in morse code.

B r e e d m e … she seemed to say.

The devil and the angel noticed your silence, casting each other a knowing look.

"So what's the verdict? Ready to see what we have in store for you?"

With that, you nodded — albeit somewhat reluctantly. Curiosity seemed to win after all.

The slight weight on your left and right shoulders seemed to disappear. It was odd how any sense of relief you should've felt meagre, and you could only blink in the emptiness of your bedroom.

Before they returned again, of course. Bigger, better. The mattress creaked, and the sound of feathers ruffling grew louder.

The pair loomed in front of you, rather predatory grins on either of their faces. Sukuna's muscles seemed to bulge out, a whoosh of air leaving his flared nostrils as he seemed to flex the taut skin. Satoru was slimmer in comparison, but by no means small. His feathers spread out before him in full, ample pecs rippling with the movement.

"Wasn't expecting this, were you?"

Your jaw sagged. Not only were the men at full size, but their voices had changed from that incessant, tinny buzz in your ear to something much deeper, taunting.

Now, you weren't easy by any means — but the speed at which your legs spread was obscenely quick.

"Eager little thing," Sukuna crooned first, situating himself between your parted thighs. He was still standing, and his sheer height forced you to lay down on your back. Two of his four arms braced the sides of your head, and no porn could amount to the sheer lust present on the devil's face at that moment. He had been waiting a long while, and he wasn't about to shrink until he finally had a taste of the sweetness between your thighs.

Of course, so did Satoru. The angel's face turned, and he attempted to barge Sukuna out of the way to no avail. "Fuck— move, you oaf. Are we not sharing?"

"She has two holes, I have two cocks. You are deluded if you think you are getting a taste of her cunt any time soon."

"Sure," Satoru mumbled, moving around the bed and clambering onto it. He sat gracefully on his knees, manoeuvring your head onto his lap as he smiled down at you. "Hey there, sweet thing."

"…Hi."

"You want both of us, right? Tell me it's not just him."

You opened your mouth. closed it, felt something long twitch underneath your head. Suddenly, everything felt right, as if you were where you were meant to be with your angel behind you and your devil in front of you. It was only inevitable that you felt this way sooner or later — after all, they had been with you for your entire life.

A shaky sigh left you. "Yeah," you uttered. But that wasn't enough for the duo.

"Say it with conviction, little one," Sukuna hissed. "Say it as if you mean it. As if you would die without our cocks bulging you out from the inside."

"Please, 'kuna. Want your cocks in me," you began to whine, tone taking on a higher pitch you didn't mean to adopt. Satoru thumbed at your face, stroking your cheeks and raking his fingers through your hair — like he wasn't leaking under you.

He shook his head, speaking up. "And not mine? You wound me, precious."

"N-no, please. Need both of you in me. Please."

"Greedy thing."

And then everything shifted. Your head was flat against the bed, Satoru having straddled your face after shifting his robes to the side. Easy access, he claimed, giving you the full view of his smooth balls and veined cock — long and stiff to the touch. His tip was flushed, dripping steadily over your parted lips. "Say 'ah', pretty."

You opened your mouth, willing your throat to relax as Satoru slipped in. He let out a breathy groan, head tipping back and halo tilting on its axis once you hollowed your cheeks around his aching cock. Sukuna watched with greedy, red eyes — wanting the same treatment.

Satoru looked down fondly, hips moving on their own accord as you swallowed around his cock like it was almost nothing. You gagged here and there, throat constricting when he pushed in too deep. "Ah, sorry. You can h-handle it, can't you, pretty?"

A wet gurgle left you, your body rocking as Satoru used your mouth to get himself off. Sukuna was busy shucking off your undergarments, muttering to himself about how wet your panties were in his grip.

There your pussy was, bared out in the open and glistening with the result of the pair's dirty talk. Sukuna unconsciously licked his lips, lowering himself to a puny human's level just so that he could have a taste.

A fat, wet stripe of his tongue lathered your pussy in his saliva, causing you to jerk at the sudden sensation. The movement lodged Satoru's cock further down your throat, the bulge visible for anyone to see. He keened, whimpering as you slurped down what you could manage — breathing heavily through your nose. "Gonna cum if she keeps this up, ngh…"

"Already, Satoru?" Sukuna chuckled throatily between gulps. He was eating you out with vigour, spitting onto your pussy before diving back in. His tongue plunged in and out of you, lapping up each and every ounce of wetness you had to offer. "I did not take you for a premature ejaculator."

"Sh-shut up," the angel keened in response, covering his face with a large hand. His wings ruffled, as if imitating the twitches of his cock. Sukuna found the sight begrudgingly endearing, peering up through thick lashes at his partner in crime. Then he dipped his head down, letting out a huff of laughter at the shrill squeal that left you.

Sukuna had plans, which was why he was kissing your puckered hole. It was so utterly debauched, the way he circled around your rim before pushing inside with even the slightest warning. Two fingers scissored your pussy open with a squelch, digging around like you had done the first time Satoru and Sukuna had manifested in their physical form. Meanwhile, another two hands kept your thighs open, and a third joined in on prepping your ass.

"M-mmph!" You spluttered around Satoru's thrusting cock. Your holes tightened and loosened sporadically at the foreign intrusion, which you couldn't decide if you enjoyed or not. Ultimately, the sensation of the dual penetration had your cries of protest dulling down to something more husky, more receptive. "Tho pfthfull—"

"Can't understand a word you are saying, woman," Sukuna tutted, slapping meanly at your thigh. You winced at the pain-turned-pleasure blooming across your flesh. Satoru had your back though, kind of.

"Easy on the poor girl," he somewhat purred through his ragged pants. His hand was loosely on top of the bulge in your throat, hips still rocking feverishly. "How is she meant to speak when you're ravishing her cunt with your tongue?"

Sukuna pulled off of you with a resounding pop, tongue darting out to clean whatever wetness he could reach that had accumulated on the lower half of his face. "You sound jealous, foolish angel. Would you rather have my tongue in your tight little pucker instead?"

"You are vile," Satoru spat, stuttering through an orgasm. Sukuna watched, entranced as your throat worked to swallow each drop of the angel's seed. The dirty talk proved to be too much for him to handle, causing him to bow above you as he rode out the aftershocks of his sudden orgasm.

He pulled out of your mouth eventually, mumbling out a weak apology for the abuse he had laid on your poor throat.

"Compensate me for that, by the way. I think I hurt the pretty thing," Satoru sighed, stroking your forehead dramatically. You coughed, dizzy as the men stripped you of all clothing. An onslaught of stimulation made you shudder, breasts moulding to the shape of their greedy hands. Your back was against Satoru's firm chest, and Sukuna had taken it upon himself to sandwich you in between them both.

"Had you not cum at the thought of me eating you out, she wouldn't be hurt," Sukuna simpered, leaning over your shoulder. You gripped his biceps, eyes wide as the men 'bantered'. They were nose to nose, breaths mingling with each other until—

mwah!

You gawked at the sound, the sight of Satoru initiating a cheeky kiss first with the devil. Sukuna withdrew, shocked, before diving back in with double the enthusiasm. Lips collided. Teeth gnashed against each other, a sudden power play initiating where there was no clear victor.

There would've been complaints at the lack of attention you were seeing if not for how arousing this all was, seeing two contrasting beings make out sloppily, until webs of spit connected them both when they separated. Satoru pressed forward, chasing the strings until he was kissing Sukuna once more. "M-mmh…"

You leaned forward yourself, ass pushing back into Satoru's crotch as you nipped at Sukuna's throat — leaving a plethora of hickies he'd have fun showing off the next day. A guttural grunt left him when they finally broke apart, dazed as he focused his lidded eyes back on you.

"Won't you give me it now? I've been so patient," you pleaded, interrupted when Satoru turned your face to meet his.

He pecked you teasingly, squishing your cheeks with his set of long fingers. "Be specific now. Tell your dear Satoru what you needed from me properly." Sukuna nodded, disrobing. You tried to look, but Satoru's hand kept you in place. "Say it."

"Give me your cocks. Fill me up, any… anything. Please, I've been waiting," you continued, almost tearing up at how painfully empty you felt all of a sudden.

And then, a sudden pressure, smooched at your pussy. It glided up to your clit first, then back down before pushing in. A choked gasp tore out of your throat, nails digging into Sukuna's arms, shoulders, back as his upper cock pushed in. At the same time, Satoru eased his tip into your ass, a new sensation that had you wailing into the crook of Sukuna's neck.

"Shh, you can take it, can't you?" The angel rasped, shaking as your virgin hole tried milking him dry. He wasn't a cruel angel, mostly — which was why he waited, why he didn't push in any further. You nodded to the best of your ability, holding on for dear life.

Sukuna didn't wait, however. Your pussy was greedy, swallowing up his length which definitely had a thicker girth than Satoru's did. The veins were plump, angry as they bullied their way inside you. The devil's lower cock rubbed between the sensitive space between both of your holes — but you barely noticed when Satoru pushed the slightest bit deeper inside of you.

"Stop prodding my dick with yours," he breathed, fondling your breasts with the little space he had between you and Sukuna's flushed bodies. "You'll give a man ideas."

"You only getting ideas after your lips were against mine? You jest, surely," Sukuna questioned, perplexed. He thrust into you at a languid pace, the tendons of his neck stretching as he rolled his shoulders back to prop you up against him properly. Satoru merely shrugged, peppering your bare shoulders with affectionate little pecks.

"Talk about this when we're done fucking our lady. Look at her, sulking at the lack of attention."

"S-stop, 'm not sulking," you denied, folded in half now as the men fucked you at the same time. All words were thoroughly pushed out of you, pleasure brought to the forefront of your mind — until your eyelids drooped and the soft uh's that left you were the only thing you could bring yourself to say.

"The look on your face is rather— shit, erotic," Sukuna teased, throat bobbing when your pussy convulsed with an impending orgasm. "You're close, I can feel it."

"Already?" Satoru let out a quiet whine, coaxing another inch inside of your ass. "I haven't even bottomed out yet."

Sukuna had, though — balls slapping against the curve of your rear as he fucked you to the very hilt. The wet patch of hair at the base grazed against yours, the devil's hips gyrating in a circular movement. It stimulated your clit, making your muscles tense and relax repeatedly.

Satoru was shaking his head, almost to the point of tears when your ass clenched, refusing to let go. "Gonna cum, baby. Gonna cum in this sweet hole 'n lick it aaalll up after. You want that, baby? You want me to—"

"Quit your rambling and make her cum, fool," Sukuna gritted through his teeth, thumb rolling your clit with purpose. Satoru huffed, but eventually relented — sucking at your earlobe as his hips plapped against your ass. "She's there, she's nearly there. Theeere we go, see?"

"Cumming, ohmygod—!" You squealed, toes curled and a burst of moisture spraying Sukuna right in the chest. His pert nipples glistened with your wetness. It dripped down his chiseled stomach, all the way down until it splattered down both of the men's cocks and onto the ruined sheets below.

Only then did Satoru spill a hot load inside of you, eyes rolling back like he had been possessed.

It triggered Sukuna's orgasm, who had bit down onto your throat to hold his husky groans back — to no avail. Ropes of cum, bitter to the taste, filled you up from both ends. Cursed creampies, the devil would joke, had he been in an appropriate state of mind, but your pussy was hot and Sukuna was a goner for the way you clung onto him like a vice.

You didn't know who recovered first, only dimly aware the three of you were lying down. Satoru was barely conscious anyway, mumbling about how good you felt around him. Sukuna hovered over you, all four eyes on his release spurting out of you in thick globs. It took everything in him to look away, to not fuck you again when you were so clearly spent.

"Apologies, dove. I will have you cleaned."

But his words fell on deaf ears as unconsciousness gripped you tight — much like the way you clung onto Sukuna's hands, refusing to let go.

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"This one?"

"No, put that other one on, the one with the— yeah."

"Again, you glorified chicken? Homosexuals do not arouse me."

You sighed for the nth time that night, cosied up beside the two nuisances that had admittedly made your life much more interesting. Sukuna fucked you. So did Satoru. Sometimes they fucked you at the same time. Hell, they even fucked each other.

Long weeks had passed since your first time with the two, and honestly? Despite your initial apprehension, all of the embarrassment you felt had disappeared, and they no longer felt like a nuisance in your life.

Letting them introduce you to a new world of pleasure was certainly the best decision you had made in a long time — and all it took was a little bit of tentacle porn to get that started.

he’s… perfect. long legs, strong thighs, the sharp cut of his hipbones. and between them—jesus—he’s half-hard already, thick and heavy, curving slightly up against his stomach. it’s big. stupidly big. you’ve never seen one that size in real life, and definitely not on someone you’ve been low-key crushing on for months.

you force your eyes up to his face. he’s watching you with that half-lidded look he gets when he knows exactly what he’s doing to someone.

“where do you want me?” he asks, voice velvet.

you gesture weakly at the stool. “uh. seated? one leg up, arm on your knee? classic contrapposto but… sitting.”

he settles onto the stool, one foot on the floor, the other knee drawn up. his arm drapes over it, hand hanging loose. the pose opens his hips just enough that his cock rests against his thigh, thick and impossible to ignore. the head is flushed darker, a bead of moisture already gathering.

you pick up your charcoal with shaky fingers and start blocking in the big shapes. shoulder line, ribcage, the long curve of his thigh. but your eyes keep drifting. every time you look up he’s staring right at you, calm, unashamed, like being naked in front of you is the most natural thing in the world.

after ten minutes your face feels like it’s on fire. you’re breathing shallow, thighs pressed together under the easel. you can feel how wet you are—embarrassingly wet—just from looking at him.

he shifts slightly, making his cock bob against his leg. “you okay over there? you’re breathing kinda fast.”

“fine,” you squeak. “just—just concentrating.”

“mm.” he tilts his head. “your ears are red. and your neck. actually your whole chest is flushed.” his gaze drops deliberately to where your thin tank top clings. “cute.”

you press your lips together, trying to focus on the shadow under his pec, but your hand trembles and the line wobbles.

he chuckles softly. “you know, most models don’t get this kind of reaction. you’re making me feel special.”

“shut up!”

he stretches, rolling his shoulders so every muscle shifts under golden skin. his cock lifts with the movement, fully hard now, curving up toward his navel. the bead at the tip trails down the underside.

you make a tiny, involuntary sound.

his eyes darken. “getting hot over these, artist?”

you bite your lip, charcoal smudging on your fingers. “you’re… distracting.”

“am i?” he sounds innocent, but the way he spreads his thighs a fraction wider is anything but. “thought you needed accurate anatomy.”

“i do,” you whisper.

he leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees now, cock hanging heavy between his legs. “then look closer. don’t be shy.”

you can’t help it. your gaze drops, lingers on the thick vein running along the underside, the way his balls draw up tight, the faint sheen of sweat at the base. when you drag your eyes back up he’s smiling.

“you’re soaked, aren’t you?” he murmurs. “bet those little shorts are ruined.”

your charcoal snaps in your hand.

he laughs. “don’t worry. i won’t tell anyone our prim little art student gets wet drawing her friend’s dick.”

you drop the broken charcoal, hands shaking. “suguru—”

“you’re shaking,” he says, voice low, almost rough. “can’t draw like that.”

he shifts on the stool, thighs spreading a little wider, and wraps one big hand around the base of his cock. it’s fully hard now and a fresh bead of precum wells up as his fingers close around it.

“think i need to get rid of some tension before we keep going,” he murmurs, giving himself one slow stroke from root to crown. his thumb swipes over the head, spreading the slick, and his abs flex when he exhales. “that okay with you? you can watch. or look away if it’s too much.”

“yeah,” you whisper. “it’s… okay.”

he hums, pleased, and starts moving his hand properly—slow, deliberate pulls that make his cock glide through his fist. the wet sound of it fills the room. his grip twists a little on every upstroke, just under the head, and his hips rock forward like he can’t help it.

“been like this since you asked me to strip,” he says, eyes locked on yours. “watching you stare and try not to was fucking killing me.”

you swallow hard. your nipples are tight against your tank top, and you know he can see it. heat is pooling low in your belly, slick soaking into your panties. you shift your weight and he notices—of course he does. “touch yourself if you want,” he says casually, like he’s offering you a pencil.

you shake your head, too embarrassed, but your hands won’t move from where they’re clenched at your sides. watching is already too much.

he speeds up a fraction, breath hitching. “fuck, you’re cute when you’re all worked up.” his free hand slides up his own stomach, fingers tracing the lines of muscle, pinching one nipple hard enough to make him groan. his strokes get firmer, louder—skin on skin. precum drips over his knuckles now, making everything shiny.

“look at that,” he mutters, tilting his wrist so you can see the way his cockhead bulges through his fist on every pass. “all because you couldn’t stop staring.”

he’s breathing harder, chest rising and falling, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. his balls are drawn up tight, heavy, and every time his hand drops low they shift like they’re aching.

“close,” he warns, voice rougher now. “gonna make a mess. you sure you’re good watching?”

you nod frantically. “please.”

that does it. his head tips back, throat exposed, a low groan dragging out of him as his hips jerk. thick ropes of cum shoot across his fist, splattering his stomach, one stripe hitting high enough to catch on his chest. he keeps stroking through it, slower, milking every last drop until it’s dripping down his shaft and over his fingers.

the sight punches the air out of your lungs. you’re throbbing, soaked, dizzy with it.

he finally lets go, cock still half-hard and glistening, cum cooling on his skin. he looks at you through the fall of his hair. “better,” he says, voice husky. “think you can focus now?”

you shake your head honestly.

he laughs, soft and filthy. “yeah. didn’t think so.”

he wipes his hand on his discarded shirt, then stands, closing the distance in two steps. he’s still naked, still smeared with himself, and towering over you.

“your turn,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “or we can skip drawing altogether.”

your answer is a shaky exhale against his finger.

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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