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It's almost a routine at this point, except you're already higher than you usually are. Or maybe it's just a different strain, you're not familiar with the details. You've always let the two of them figure it out. Why bother with it when they can just deal with it?

Right now your focus is on Suguru’s hand on your leg, on the way his fingers softly stroke the inside of your thigh and occasionally dip under the hem of your shorts. He's intimately aware of how horny you get when you’re high and he enjoys torturing you. Quite the sadist, he only fucks you when you’re reduced to a begging mess, tears glistening in your eyes, bruised mouth pleading “Fuck me, please. I need it please please please-”

“It's your turn, lightweight” Gojo laughs and you’re pulled back into the present. Your eyes open slowly and turn your head in his direction. Slender fingers offer you the joint whilst his bright blue eyes twinkle with something you can’t quite place. As usual, neither he nor Suguru seem that affected by the weed. Contrary to Satoru's statement you’re not actually a lightweight, but whenever you smoke with them, they manage to make you look like a fucking teenager trying weed for the first time. It’s ridiculous.

So you scrunch your face before shaking your head, you don't need to be even more out of it. Your expression makes Suguru chuckle and press a soft kiss against your temple. “Come on, baby, you can handle a bit more.”

You don't have to look at your boyfriend to see his stupid grin. His tone is condescending, a tone usually reserved to tell you “I know, baby. But you can take it.”

Fingertips ghost under the hem of your shorts again and your head spins. Just a bit higher. Please please please just a bit more.

His fingers disappear again.

Bastard.

Maybe you’d been nodding—or more likely, Gojo just did not care— because he places the lit joint between your lips. Fuck it, you decide and take a deep drag, exhaling when he removes the joint. Your cherry-colored lipstick stains the white filter, and the sight of him then placing it between his own lips suddenly feels weirdly obscene.

You let out a shaky breath; your mind is cloudy—and you like that, like the disconnect from your thoughts—but the weed and Suguru’s fingers on your leg border on too much. Your head falls back against the couch, your body is somehow loose and heavy at the same time. A sigh escapes your lips and you close your eyes again.

“What’s up baby?” Suguru asks, the faux concern in his voice makes you want to slap him. It also makes you want to fuck him more. That’s the struggle of dating him. You can never quite tell if you want to scratch his eyes out or if you want him to fuck you senseless (most of the time it's the latter).

Gojo says your name and places a hand on your knee. When you don't respond, his other hand grabs your chin and pulls your head in his direction. You’re met with a barely hidden grin while Suguru’s fingers dip under your shorts again, ghosting over the hem of your panties. You feel your face heat up even more —your body is always betraying you, there’s no pretending with him— and you clench your hands into fists.

“Hmm, you’re flushed,” Gojo states and strokes your cheek, his thumb brushing over the corner of your lips. It’s no wonder he’s Suguru’s best friend. He’s just as much of an asshole as your boyfriend and the way they enable each other is annoying. You hate them both, truly.

 “’s hot,” you rasp out and Suguru laughs softly. Your head turns in his direction and your breath catches in your throat when you look at him, whatever insult you wanted to throw at him dies on your tongue. His amethyst eyes are dark and hungry. Your mouth is dry, you want him so bad, want his mouth, his teeth, his hands, anything. Why he hasn't already thrown out Satoru to tear you apart is beyond you.

“Maybe you need to take off some of your clothes,” the hand on your thigh moves upwards and his skilled fingers play with the hem of your crop top, “you’d be less warm.” 

Heat flares in your stomach and your brows furrow in confusion. The lines between the three of them have always been…blurry. Gojo’s fingers tend to linger on your body, tend to gravitate towards you even when there’s no reason for him to be touching you. When the two of you are out alone, strangers often mistake you as a couple. Cooing how sweet your boyfriend is, how affectionate. And when you try to correct them, Satoru pinches your skin and thanks them with a shit eating grin.

Then there’s been a drunken kiss during truth or dare. A kiss so intense it left your lips swollen and bleeding. You’d never quite known how to deal with his overbearing presence. The kisses on your cheek, the arm thrown over your shoulder and pulling your hair like you're in preschool. And it's not that you didn't find him attractive, you're not blind, but there was still that pesky personality off his. The one that had problems accepting any boundaries and the word "no". So when you and Suguru officially started being a thing, you thought it’d put an end to Gojo's behavior. If not for your sake, then for his best friend's.

It didn’t. And Suguru never said anything. You never questioned him about it, just chalked it up to whatever weird fucking thing is going on between the two of them.

So you open your mouth to protest—you're not wearing anything underneath your top, which Suguru knows, and being topless in front of Gojo is all kinds of wrong—but it doesn't stop your boyfriend from pulling the top over your head while you're too sluggish to stop it.

He throws it away and entangles your hair from the many necklaces around your neck, and tucks it behind your ears. It’s a loving gesture, his thumb softly stroking your jaw, meant to soothe your nerves. And while your body sings every time he touches you, it doesn't quite work this time.

Gojo takes in a sharp breath and embarrassment flushes through you—you ignore how you feel your underwear dampening even more—and you want to cross your arms in front of your chest but Suguru anticipates your movement, grabbing your wrists and leveling you with a commanding stare. You test his grip once—only once because his darkening eyes are warning enough for you to become pliant—before letting your arms drop to your sides.

You're still not looking at Gojo, the humiliation of him seeing you like this is written all over your features. It turns him on how your roles are almost reversed. Usually, he goes too far and is greeted with your annoyance or even your absence when you're pissed off enough. Always on this high fucking horse, and now you're here—tits out, thighs clenched together and Suguru on his side for once.

While your mind is still clouded, your body is tense. The discomfort of the situation has an almost sobering effect. Suguru notices—of course—because the joint is pressed against your lips again, though this time you shake your head.

Geto's expression twitches in annoyance at your disobedient antics. Usually, you're the most pliant, the most behaved when you're inebriated but this time that unnecessary blanket of shame makes you difficult. While he doesn't take it personal, considering you just don't know any better, he finds it irritating of you to misbehave in front of an audience.

So he takes a deep drag of the joint and grabs your jaw. His long fingers dig into your cheeks, hard, effectively forcing you to open your mouth. Without pause, his lips are pressed against yours—pure muscle memory and desire coaxing you to open your mouth—pushing the smoke into your mouth. You let out a gasp when his tongue touches yours, the spark of electricity going through your body prompting you to forget all about your previous unease. The kiss quickly turns into a mess of spit, teeth and tongue. Suguru knows how to play you like a fiddle, just how he has to touch and kiss you to successfully empty your brain of any silly thoughts.

Your fingers grip his shirt, desperately pulling him closer. You want to mold yourself to him, to feel him all over you and Suguru adores you like this. All desperate and willing to let him do whatever he wants to you. He fondly hums into your mouth and his fingers move from your jaw to the nape of your neck, fasting your hair into a ponytail and pulling.

The action elicits a whine out of you. When Suguru pulls away—you chase after him, but the grip on your hair stops you—there's a line of spit connecting the two of you and Satoru wants to lap it up. You look thoroughly debauched, all heavy breathing, lips swollen and wet with spit. Last remnants of your lipstick are smudged around the corners of your bruised mouth, not quite helping your frazzled expression. Like an act of sympathy—and it's just that, an act—Geto lets go of your hair and leans back against the back of the couch. You mirror him since the weed makes it difficult to keep yourself upright. You feel yourself sinking into yourself, into the couch while this warm current flows through your veins. The previous feeling of anxiety dissipates in the air like smoke and you smile.

"I think you've been mean to our friend, baby," your boyfriend tsks while tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear. "Just look at him."

It's then that you finally grace Satoru with your attention. There's a sizable tent in his boxers and he's practically panting like a dog. His eyes are glued to your tits, to your perked up nipples and he's just itching to touch you. He wants to tug at them, to put them in his mouth and suck on them until you sob. Ever since he got to hear the little whimpers and gasps you let out when he kissed you during truth or dare, he's been desperate to hear more.

Like he can read his mind, Suguru's thumb starts to lazily circle your left nipple. The contact, despite it being feathery light, closer to an almost touch than an actual one, makes you twitch and the sound that escapes you—a pathetic little cry—makes precum leak through Satoru's boxers.

“So mean,” agrees Gojo, his voice dropping multiple octaves. His pink tongue darts out to wet his plush lips but his eyes remain fixed to your chest, on Suguru's finger circling your pretty, puffy nipple.

Your skin is flushed, your panties are drenched and all you want is for your boyfriend to finally throw out the white haired menace so you can be folded in half and fucked til your cunt is sore. Want and shame have you feeling dizzy, so you nuzzle into his shoulder mumbling a desperate "Please". You're seconds away from climbing his lap and humping his leg like a dog in heat.

"Poor baby," Suguru smirks and kisses the top of your head, "Satoru, you should take her shorts off." He looks at his roommate, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t want my baby to overheat.”

You open your mouth to protest, but are cut off by Suguru shushing you.

"You trust me, right? You're so needy, I just want you to be taken care of."

Satoru resembles a dog, perking up and practically salivating. It’s no question he’s wanted to fuck you for a long time now. Technically, he wanted you first but it's Suguru you wanted. It's Suguru you gravitated towards. Which is no surprise, he's always had an easier time getting girls, and guys. Even in high school, people fell to his feet. And it wasn't like people weren't into Gojo, he just always ended up scaring them off. He is always a bit too much. He's too eager and his non-existent respect for personal boundaries is off-putting. So when he finally got offered the chance to kiss you as a dare, he'd leapt at it. Pulled you close and almost devoured you. He still jerks off to the memory of your whimpers, to the memory of your taste and the warmth of your mouth.

He gets on his knees in front of you and it's ridiculous how he's almost as tall as you this way. His large hands run up and down your thighs and you shiver despite the warmth of the room. Through your hooded eyes you gaze at him and you think he might have never been more beautiful than this. Cheeks flushed, the tips of his ears tinted red and pupils huge.

"Hips up, baby," he grins, still all confident despite his obvious arousal, and his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Fuck,” he hisses when he sees your panties —lacy, green and completely soaked. Humiliation churns in your stomach and you want to press your thighs together, want to hide your arousal because they haven’t even done anything to you yet. But as soon as you try to, Suguru slaps your thigh, hard and a wince escapes your throat.

“You don’t need these,” Gojo decides and his fingers grab a hold of the waistband, urgently pulling down the ruined scrap of fabric. The world spins slower than usual and God, you’re so fucking wet it’s ridiculous.

Before you have any chance to observe his expression of seeing you completely bare, Suguru grabs your jaw and presses his lips onto yours. His mouth is warm and hard, his nails dig into your skin, making you whimper into his mouth. It’s so easy for him to coax open your lips, to rob you of oxygen and whatever shred of doubt might be left.

You’re panting when Suguru pulls away and he takes advantage of your dazed state by grabbing your left thigh and pulling it over his own. Like an offering, he exposes your gleaming cunt to his best friend.

You twitch for a second, your body overcome with the urge to snap your thighs together but you know better than to listen.

Gojo knows this. He doesn't even look at you, no, instead his eyes observe Suguru’s and whatever he sees in them is enough confirmation he needs. He leans forward, his face mere inches away from your core, and you hold your breath, unsure whether it's in anticipation or dread. Maybe it's neither. Maybe it's both.

He’s slow, careful, when he touches you, pulling open your lips like he’s inspecting you. And then his thumb grazes your clit oh so softly—the touch barely even there—but it’s enough to make you cry out and buck your hips. You feel like you might actually combust when you’re touched properly.

 “Is my princess sensitive?”, Suguru coos, his grip on your thigh tight while he presses wet kisses against your neck.

“Fuck you both,” you groan and close your eyes. You can't bear to look at either of them. Somehow it’s both too much and not enough at all. you miss the glance Suguru and Gojo share, you boyfriend’s nod.

Suddenly there's a harsh slap on your cunt and you let out a surprised gasp. You body startles but Suguru’s large hand, splayed over you stomach, keeps you down.

“You wanna be good now, or do we have to do this the hard way?”, Suguru asks and while his voice remains soft and pleasant, you know better. He’s not afraid to hurt you, to make you sob and shatter you into tiny little pieces.

“I’m gonna be good,” you whisper and you cunt throbs.

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your skull when Gojo finally puts his mouth onto your dripping core and the sound that escapes your throat is loud and desperate.

Gojo’s mouth is skilled and you’re too high to care about any of the cries that escape you. He laps gently at your folds, sucking on them before his tongue wanders up to your throbbing clit. He circles the bud as many times as he pleases, occasionally flicking it back and forth before sucking on it.

While Gojo assaults your cunt with his mouth, turning it nice and puffy, Suguru starts kneading your breasts. Pinching and pulling your hard nipples, soothing them with his tongue before biting them. His mouth attacks your neck, your tits and your collarbones, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you. If you weren’t so far gone, you’d comment on that, like you always do. You’re acting like a fucking teenager.

It's embarrassing how easy it is for Gojo to get you towards the edge. How messy and desperate he's got you. You've soaked his face in your juices and a pool of arousal gathers on the couch. With every flick of his tongue, more of your slick gushes out. stopping when your hips buck up and your cries become louder. At one point, you thread your fingers into his hair, desperately trying to keep his talented mouth on your cunt so you can finally come, but he doesn’t care. Just grabs your wrists and pulls them away like it’s no effort at all.

“Oh, is something wrong?”, he coos and blows air on your sensitive little nub. 

Your hips jut up, and you let out a breathy whine. 

“Please,” you beg with trembling lips. 

“I think you can do better than that.”

Suddenly there are two long fingers inside your tight core. You let out a high-pitched moan. The stretch hurts in the best possible way. Suguru adds to that painfully pleasant sensation by biting your neck harshly. You’re gasping, arching your back. Your core is throbbing, desperate for Gojo’s skilled fingers to start moving, but he doesn’t. 

“Please, Toru. I- I need to come. Please,” you whine. Your hips want to grind down on his skilled fingers, but Suguru presses a hand on your stomach to keep you in place.

“I’m not convinced,” Satoru sing-songs. A mean grin takes over his face while he starts pressing soft kisses against your trembling thigh. His dick presses uncomfortably against his jeans, begging to be touched, but he thinks he might be okay with it forever remaining untouched if he got to keep seeing you like this.

“Fuck, please…I- I’ll let you do whatever you want, I don’t care, just let me come. Please.”

Your breath catches in your throat when Gojos fingers start to move. They’re stretching your cunt, moving in and out in a slow rhythm to get you used to it. When you’re used to the stretch, he adds a third finger. He starts moving them, changing his aim with every hit like he's looking for something. Every cruel thrust punches out a mewl put of you and makes your thighs twitch.

When he finally hits that sweet spongy spot inside of you, you spasm and your eyes roll into the back of your head. It's like an electric shock cursing through your body. You can't help but cry out, limbs twitching while your heart speeds up.

You miss the grin on his face before he starts to attack that spot with the tips of his fingers. A high pitched keen escapes your lips and he suckles on your clit, all while pumping his fingers fast and hard into your core. The noises your sticky cunt makes are so loud, the constant schlick, schlick, schlick almost as loud as your cries.

Gojo's pace is a brutal one, one that hurts as much as it makes your insides clench in pleasure. Your poor pussy is so overwhelmed, unsure whether she wants to suck Satoru's long fingers in or push them out. Slick gushes out of you, pooling into a small puddle under your ass and covering the entirety of Satoru's hand. Pleasure pulses through you and you feel the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten and you think you feel prepared for your orgasm. But suddenly a finger presses against your untouched rim, not entering just yet, but nudging against it and god, your slick adds just enough lubrication for his finger to slip inside, just a bit, and your vision goes white.

You come with a soundless cry, your body tensing up, cunt clenching oh so tight around his digits, digits he's still moving inside out of you, while liquid gushes out of you. It's so intense, your body completely overstimulated and it's only when you start sobbing, writhing around like you're in pain, that Satoru stops and slides his fingers out of you.

It appears you actually passed out for a hot second, because when you finally return to your body, Suguru is pressing soft kisses along your jaw, cooing how well you did. You're utterly spent, eyes remaining closed while you nuzzle into his neck.

Suguru notices your slowed down breathing, how sleep is tugging at you senses but that just won't do. So he grabs your jaw, the action waking you right back up, and smiles at you. A smile that reminds you of a predator.

"Oh, baby. You don't think we're finished with you, do you?”

Jin and your mother wave and say goodbye to you as they exit the car. Sukuna helps his father grab their luggage and Jin hands the car keys over to him. Your mom promises that she will text you when their plane lands and you can only wish her a safe flight as she leaves you for the terminal.

Within seconds flat you’re all alone, well, you wish you were all alone. The brute that has been ruining your peace of mind for an entire week gets back inside the car, telling you to get in the front seat or he won’t leave.

Once you’ve transferred to the passenger seat with an indignant sigh, he wastes no time at all pulling out of the airport drop-off and racing back to your family home. You have half a mind to crawl into the backseat to distance yourself from him but think better of it. You’ll be home soon enough and then you can barricade yourself away.

That dream is dashed when the speed he was going slows down to a crawl. You see two road closure signs and multiple cars waiting for their turn to exit the highway.

“Jesus Christ! It’s always something on this fucking freeway.” Sukuna growls.

“Stop yelling. There’s nothing you can do about it now.” You remark, not in the mood to listen to his griping.

“Hey, you could make this fun for me.” Sukuna’s hand reaches over to the hemline of your dress and unceremoniously flips it upward. He’s got a smirk across his face and doesn’t bother hiding the way he runs a hand over his groin. “I’ve been hard since we dropped mom and dad off. Can’t stop thinking about all the things I’m gonna do to that pussy when we get home.”

“Just shut up.” You snarl, feeling betrayed by the way your heart skips at the thought of your week spent alone together. He was like a parasite; the longer you spent time with him, the more you craved his lecherous attention. Rotting you from the inside out.

“At least show me your panties.” He insists.

“No, you freak!” You snipe back.

Without saying a word Sukuna’s hand reaches over and palms the entirety of your pussy, running his hand across the front of your underwear and pulling the elastic taunt before letting it snap back against your skin with a sting.

You turn your head away in shame, staring out the window towards the endless row of brake lights that glow red along the road. You grab his hand in an attempt to pull it away but he grips yours back in return, painfully squeezing your fingers until they felt like they would break under his hold.

“Sukuna!”

“Take them off and hand them to me.” He looks over at you, brows furrowed and lip quirked on one side, “or I could just break your wrist. I’d rather not though, I like the way you jerk me off when everyone is asleep in the house.”

You take in the way the cars ahead of your own move slowly, you’re going to be stuck here for a while. The only thing worse than being trapped in a car with a horny Sukuna is being trapped inside with an angry Sukuna.

With a huff of resignation you lift your hips and slide the elastic straps down, throwing the object at his face with as much force as a lacy g-string could cary.

“Fuck-” He groans while taking bunching the fabric in his fist and holding it against his nose. “Did you wear this for me? I like the vibes, real slutty.”

You cringe at the sight, wishing the freeway would just crumble beneath the tires of the car and free you from the hell you’re living in.

“You better start prepping yourself. I’m gonna fuck you when we get home and I don’t wanna hear you crying that it hurts.” Sukuna looks at you with amusement written all over his features. “I don’t really give a shit if it hurts, I’m gonna fuck you anyway, but it’s for your own good.”

You’re frozen in place. You know what will happen when you walk through the front door with him but hearing it spoken out loud, so blatantly, was sobering.

“See, I’m always looking out for you. Now be a good little sister and put those fingers to work. I’m thinking… at least 2 to start with. By the time we reach the exit ramp I want to see you get four deep in that pussy.”

You slide further into the seat, the better part of your brain telling you to exit the car and hike back home. With a shaky exhale you spread your legs just enough to reach a hand down under your dress.

“Don’t be a fucking brat, show me what I wanna see.” Sukuna grabs under your knee and hooks your leg across the center console, forcing your legs open as you awkwardly settle sideways into the passenger seat. “Pull your tits out too.”

You lay back against the hard plastic of the door, seat belt digging into your waist as you lift the skirt of your dress higher and the neckline under your breasts. Shame burns your cheeks as you look around the road through the window, making sure no one is watching.

“The windows are tinted, no one is gonna see you.” Sukuna states, tired of your hesitation. “Unless that’s what you’re looking for; an audience.” He moves to roll the window down just a fraction and you freak out.

With a deep laugh he puts the window in reverse, securing it to the top as you pout. “You better get a move on, if we exit the highway and I don’t see four fingers in that cunt you’ll regret it.”

Your digits trace along your slit, “I’m not very wet right now, how the hell am I gonna fit that many inside?” You question.

His focused eyes widen with thought. “Bring your hand over here.” When you raise your hand towards him you’re gifted with a pool of his spit on your finger tips. “Now, start stretching that little pussy for me or I’ll just fuck your tight ass when we get home. Then you’ll really wish you had listened to me.”

You regretfully bring your now wet fingers to your slit and work them along your folds. Your abdomen clenches as you circle your fingers along the sensitive bud. You work up enough slick to slip one finger inside, their length not reaching as deep as his would have.

By the time you slip a second digit inside of your entrance Sukuna starts babbling and won't stop.

“I wanna bend you over the hood and fuck you in front of every one of these cars.” He breathes. “Where do you want me to start when we get home? Your bed, the living room? Maybe we’ll start in your mom’s bed.”

“Stop talking.” You grit out between your teeth.

“You know, I jerked off to you as soon as we met. Right there at the restaurant. I went to the bathroom and thought about all the ways I was gonna ruin you. We’re not even half way through the list of things I wanna do.” He continues, palming the cock pressing angrily against the inside of his jeans. “Put a third one in.”

You follow his orders, the extra addition causing a satisfied sigh to sound from your lips. You arch your spine as your pointer, middle, and ring finger all join in union to pump inside of you. A light flush covers your face as wet noises echo through the car.

“You’re a little slut for me, isn’t that right?” He nearly growls out. Not wanting to spoil his reward waiting at home, Sukuna clenches the steering wheel tighter and only glances at you occasionally, wishing he could savor the sight of you.

You should be terrified by how badly he wants you, by how much restraint he’s showing. Rather than fear, you feel curiosity to see just how restrained he was.

“Say it. Say you’re a slut for your big brother.”

You glance between him and the road, seeing that you have finally made it near the exit ramp. Only about four cars are ahead of you now and panic lumps in your throat. Despite the feeling of your muscles protesting, you shove your pinky finger inside your entrance as well.

“Mmhhhmm-” You protest against your own actions, but your fingers remain, slowly allowing your walls to relax around the intrusion. “I’m a slut for you.”

“That’s not what I said. You’re a slut for your brother.” He corrects.

“I- fuck!” You feel yourself shift against the seat as the car gains momentum, finally pulling away from the traffic block. “I’m a slut for my big brother.”

Your only silver lining was that it was your own fingers inside you, not his. If he could feel the way your whole pelvic floor tightened while saying that, you would never live it down.

“You ever fist yourself?” He asks.

“No!” You dread to hear what will come out of his mouth next.

“We’ll have to change that soon… Are you wet enough?”

You mumble out a “yes” as you try to catch your breath, partially from the pleasure building in your core but also from the anxiety as Sukuna drives recklessly. The car speeds past stop signs and jerks harshly as he pulls sharp corners. You’re already close to home but with the velocity he’s hitting, you’re certain you’ll be home in minutes flat.

“You’ve been a good little sister today. I’ll do you a favor and we can fuck in my bed.” He holds a finger up in the air to silence you. “But, I wanna see you naked with your legs spread for me when I get inside. If you’re not, I’ll fuck you on the ground like a whore. Or maybe outside where the neighbors will see what a slut you really are.”

There is a look in his eyes that makes you feel uneasy, a feral dilation in his garnet irises that makes him look like he has lost his mind. And maybe he has. By now, on a normal day, he would have shoved your mouth on his cock or jerked off onto your face while you struggled to stay silent.

He’s been restrained and the beast that will come out from that self-imposed cage might just tear your throat out.

He says nothing except for a curt “go!” as he pulls into the driveway. With shaking hands you remove your seat belt and push your dress back into place. It’s difficult to walk but not impossible, the angle your hips were splayed in already has you sore as you walk through the front door.

You ask yourself over and over again– Why are you doing this? Why let him treat you like that? Just walk away. But your legs carry you to his bedroom on their own, your arms pull down the sleeves of your dress without question, your eyes take in the details of his room without a thought.

It’s almost tranquil in the room with how quiet everything is. No one but you and your unsteady breathing to fill the space with noise. Your back hits the mattress of a surprisingly tidy bed, legs falling into place, just as Sukuna asked.

You didn’t bother closing the door before laying down, it’s not like anyone would be home to hear you. You pick up on the sound of his heavy footsteps and see him round the corner to where you lay, ready to be devoured.

“Fuck,” Sukuna exhales under his breath, greedy eyes taking in the sight of you splayed out for him. “You better be ready, I can’t hold myself back anymore.”

As promised, he wastes no time in prepping you. The second he entered the room his clothes were shed and his cock was so hard it almost stood up against his stomach, the weight of its size keeping it from completely standing up against gravity.

You take in a sharp gasp of air, lungs full yet feeling completely winded as Sukuna slides inside of you. He stills for a moment, not for your sake but for his own, eyes closed and jaw tense as he simply feels the way you stretch around his girth.

He quickly changes his demeanor, hooking your legs over his forearms as he kneels between your spread thighs. You are not granted another moment of reprieve as he uses his arms to slide you across the mattress to meet his eager hips.

“So tight.” He pants out between thrusts. “Did those useless little fingers of yours even try to stretch this hole for me?”

He feels overwhelmingly large right now. His body shadows your own and his cock stretches you in ways that make it difficult to breathe. The pillow your head rests against smells like him, the room you're in is a personal shrine to himself. You’re in the belly of the beast and he was consuming you whole.

Your brows are furrowed in a pitiful mix of pain and pleasure, the two emotions switching with each deep thrust you take from him.

“What? Your brother’s dick too big? Huh, baby? Does it hurt?” Sukuna laughs as you nod after a particularly deep jab from his tip. “You’re always crying and begging for me to stop but I know you, baby sister. You’re sick and get off on this. Just like me.”

The way he has you pressed down to the bed makes it impossible to move. Lightheadedness takes hold of you as he adjusts into a new angle, hitting a spot that has you speechless. For every word you can’t speak, Sukuna makes up for sixfold.

“Pretty little slut.” His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, totally lost in his greedy pleasure. “No one else, just for me. So pretty for me, ughh-”

His voice is low and deep, just above a whisper, as if it wasn’t meant for your ears to receive. It scares you in a way. Sukuna can be devious, controlling, or demanding. But right now he’s down right possessive, from his words down to the grip he has on the back of your knees.

“-kill anyone that tries to take this from me.”

Your walls clench around him as he says this, immediately causing him to snap his eyesight down at you and smile. Not the smirk or the egotistical grin that usually greets you, this was a genuine, eye crinkling smile. It was more terrifying than if he had yelled at you.

He leans forward, his muscular body crushing yours further into the mattress. Your knees fall down as his hands let go in favor of reaching forward to cup your face.

His eyes stare into your own and it’s more intense, more intimate than the way your bodies are connected between your thighs. You’ve been exposed to him in dozens of ways since he stormed into your room the first week of living together. But the look on his face, as if he was scanning your thoughts and heartbeat with those piercing carmine eyes, makes you feel a new wave of exposure.

His thrusts are slower now but still deep enough to rattle you, keeping you on edge. You are caught off guard when his lips capture your own. It’s not what you expect from him. There is no battle for dominance, no surprise biting of your flesh. It’s him simply claiming you, holding you against his mouth like you could slip through his fingers like sand.

Though you are certain there was nothing gentle to be found inside Sukuna, you melt against the feeling of being held tenderly by him, as much as he was capable of being tender. Your neglected clit throbs as his lips and teeth pull your mouth into his. His hips steadily increase in their speed as you lavish his attention back.

You can’t hide anymore, he’s on you, in you, surrounding your whole being until it feels as if he’s burrowed inside your ribs and you can't get him out. Maybe you don’t want him out. You don’t want to think about it, in fact, you can’t. Not when he’s pulled away and is folding you in half.

With a final look at you Sukuna leans his head down and presses his cheek against yours, his mouth perfectly aligned to speak his filthy stream of consciousness directly into your ear.

“-gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk. And you’re gonna take it. Fuck, you’re gonna take it for me.” He bites at your soft ear lobe as he grunts between filthy confessions while his body presses against your own tightly. He’s unnervingly lost in his own thoughts. “You’re mine.”

Your hips scream in pain as you're driven into the bed over and over by the harsh pounding delivered to you, back arched as he hits a mouthwatering spot with his tip. He puts two fingers in your mouth and leans impossibly closer to your ear. “This mouth is mine.” He states while pressing down on your tongue, leaving your mouth open and panting around the digits.

“These tits are mine.” His hand travels down to grope the one breast that wasn’t crushed under the press of his own chest against yours. “This cunt is mine.” Finally he touches your aching clit. The pads of his fingers still wet from your tongue allowing them to slide effortlessly against the nub. It feels like your whole body clenches as he strokes your clit back and forth.

“Sukuna!” A chorus of moans and whimpers leave you, letting out the frustration from the multiple weeks of suppressed noises you endured. You weave your fingers through his hair and grip the strands as your pelvis tries to move in sync with his. “More-, harder!”

He kisses you once more and the strange gentleness of the act makes you respond uncharacteristically. You bite his lip, hard enough for him to jerk back but your fingers are still carded through his hair and it’s crushing him forward with all the strength you can gather.

Blood mixes on your bottom lip as he finally pulls away from you, his mouth red and broken open, still hovering close enough over you that you could take in every detail.

“You’re waking something up in me, baby sister. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to do that.” There was a look of pride on his face, a recognition that he reduced you down to your barest most unrestrained self. A rabid animal controlled only by your lust, just like him.

In his own crooked and dysfunctional way, this was Sukuna being nice. This is him taking on the role of an older brother, guiding you and warning you of the dangers of himself. But you weren’t very good at listening to him and he wasn’t a very good teacher.

“But I need you.” You whine, too pathetically, too needy for your own head to censor itself before the words tumble out. “Give me everything, I can take it. I’m yours.” It felt more vulnerable than you had imagined saying it out loud, but you can’t undo any of the mistakes he’s caused you to make.

Your body was learning the language he taught it, the language of greed and wanting, of never being satisfied with that it has. Your hips buck upwards, impatiently waiting for his attention to go back towards your wet heat. More, more, more is all you can think.

“I don’t think you’re ready for that.” He ends his sentence with a jab of his hips that makes his previous thrusts seem gentle. A test of your resolve.

“I can! I want all of it, I promise I can handle it.” You beg, but it’s your next words that drive him over the edge of sanity. “You made me this way.”

The muscles in his back strain as he holds himself over you, hips pistoning in and out at a pace you couldn’t dare to keep up with. The connection of your bodies becomes a blur with how fast the skin on skin contact is being made. Muscle and flesh and teeth all joining together in a choir that sounds almost deafening.

“This what you wanted?” He relishes the way you cry out his name pitifully. “Want me to break this little pussy of yours?” 

He has you trapped and you couldn’t be more content. You nod at his question while your nails rake swelling lines down his back. You’re a lush for the feeling of him against you, intoxicated on the power he holds over your will, drunk off of the attention he indulges you with. You want to hate yourself for it, you only crave it more.

Your sex throbs and soaks your thighs, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. “I thi- I think I’m gonna… cum.” With great difficulty you force the words to form on your tongue, heavy and dry from panting.

“Cum on my fucking cock. That’s it.” Sukuna purrs as your clench tighter around his length. Each forward shove of his hips grinds his pelvis against your clit, pushing you to your end. “You’re so good for me like this, baby. Fuck, fuck!”

Just a little more, just a bit more friction and your legs are shaking. Your fingers meet your clit, lubricated by the shiny slick that has been pulled from your core. The bulky muscles of his neck strain as your walls clamp down on his cock. The fight left in him is gone, your walls now milk everything he’s got from his tip.

“My little whore. My slutty baby sister… All mine.” He pants as his jaw slackens, balls tightening and pulsing as he cums inside of your tender pussy. “Mine.” He repeats while staring at your dazed face, slowly rocking his pelvis against yours as he spills his seed in you.

Completely exhausted and spent, he allows himself to fall on top of you. Both of you are too worn out to complain, his sweat covered chest pressed to yours while his length remains inside of you. His face is planted into the pillow your head rests on, uncaring of how you are crushed under his mass, trapped exactly where he wanted you.

You feel the messy locks of Sukuna’s hair slip through your finger tips, only registering that you were brushing through the wild mane once the act was committed. It would take more effort to stop than to just continue stroking the rosy strands, at least that's what you tell yourself as the urge to continue becomes innate and almost comforting.

“What are we gonna do when mom and dad come back?” You break the silence.

“Fuck em. I don’t care.” He grumbles.

“Well I do, and you should too. This has to end before they come home.” You worry, just thinking about how deep his claws have burrowed inside of you makes you concerned.

“It’s not like I’d be bending you over in front of them… unless that’s something you’re into.” Sukuna lifts his head and gauges your reaction. “I do aim to please.”

“I’m serious, no more of this. What if someone finds out? What if my birth control doesn’t work and I get pregnant?” You shock yourself as the words come out. The worry was always there but speaking it out loud made the reality set in.

“Don’t say shit like that… you’re gonna get me hard again.” He rolls off of you, his cock still slick with your releases as it pulls out. “And no, this isn’t ending. You said it yourself, you’re mine. You don’t get to decide anymore. How am I supposed to go back to normal pussy when I can have a little nympho brother-fucker creaming on my dick every night?”

“I can’t stand you.” You attempt to get up and leave, only for a thickly muscled forearm to halt your movement. “I should have never done this, I should have told my mom about you.”

“You can’t.” He says simply, pressing a chaste kiss to your shoulder as he pulls your back to his chest, spooning your body against his larger one. He hooks your leg over his and his fingers spread your leaking slit open, peering over your shoulder to see the wet mess between your thighs. “Look forward, little sis.”

You do but you’re confused, unsure where your eyes should be landing. Your eyes still roam the bedroom, glancing at the cluttered desk across from his bed to the half-broken door of the closet, yet nothing stands out.

An exhausted moan leaves your lips, followed by a grunt from behind you as Sukuna shoves his reawakened length inside you once more. Despite just moments earlier having him nestled deep inside of you, the intrusion still feels like it is stretching you out all over again.

One hand keeps your leg lifted in the air as he pounds into you from the back while his other hand reaches across to squeeze your jaw. He uses that leverage to bring your lips to his possessively, more so consuming you than kissing. He pulls away and you whine, lips glistening and swollen just as you were melting into his touch.

Your cradled face is wrenched to the side and Sukuna points at the computer across from you. He leans closer and right in your ear speaks words that freeze your body as he continues to work his hips against your ass. 

“You can’t tell your mom or anyone else about this. My silly little sister was so excited for her brother’s cock that she didn’t notice my webcam was on, hmm?” He’s so mean as he says it. Inches of his cock moving easily inside as the hand holding your leg occupies itself with pressing down firmly on your clit. “I can’t wait to watch you begging for my dick again.”

Sure enough there it was. Gleaming at you in a viridescent glow, taunting in a way. You didn’t notice it, blame it on the lust or Sukuna’s threats, but your mind was too preoccupied with anticipation to see the little green dot on the monitor.

“I needed something to jerk off to later. And something to keep you in line when you start acting up.”

When you try to move your head, to hide your face from the way it’s angled perfectly at the cam clipped to the top of the monitor, he tightens his grip and ruts into you faster. The telltale warmth of a budding orgasm spreads through your legs and up your abdomen as he fucks your body into twitching convulsions.

“Tell me you want me to stop.” He growls into your skin, biting back his moans with his teeth in the softness of your shoulder. You shake your head as much as you could, reaching one hand over his body to pull him nearer to you, too close to coming to lose the friction. “No as in stop, or no, keep going?” He provokes, knowing your answer but demanding it be vocalized for his satisfaction.

“Don’t stop.” The words escape meekly.

“Louder.” His fingers dig harder into the flesh of your cheeks, forcing you to look at him rather than the desktop.

“Don’t stop, please.” You beg.

“You know what I wanna hear.” He’s smiling at your despondence, drawing out your misery.

“Don’t stop, big brother. Make me cum.” Flushed and teetering on the edge of relief.

“Good girl.” He says before hooking a finger inside the bottom of your mouth, pulling you jaw open. “Open up for me. Tongue out.”

You do, eyes barely able to focus as your swollen nub is abused by the rough pads of his fingers. Sukuna spits into your mouth and you swallow on reflex, receiving an approving look from him that made you happier than you cared to admit to.

He starts doubling his efforts and fucking you into a state of gasping and crying out his name. You’re left clawing at anything for purchase; the sheets, him, yourself, with his skin taking the brunt of the assault as you cum yet again.

Sukuna doesn’t hold out much longer, overly sensitive from your previous round. He bites down into your neck, bruising the skin as teeth marks engraving themselves into the forgiving flesh. Sweat and release covers your body, you need to get away before he burns himself into your skin permanently.

Before he can hold you back, you pull yourself off of the mattress and wince as your hips adjust to being in a parallel position once more.

“Where are you going?” He asks, with a tone that sounds more like a demand. If he wasn’t so exhausted he'd probably drag you back into bed.

“I need to pee.” You respond. “And I can’t stand the feeling of your cum inside me. I’m gonna shower.”

He laughs at the face you make while the white viscous liquid slowly seeps out of you, grimacing as it trickles downward. “Get used to it. I’m gonna have you stuffed so full you’re gonna slip on it when you walk.”

“Gross. You’re so fucking gross.” You shake your head and walk towards the bathroom. “And don’t follow me. I can’t stand one more minute of being near you.” You holler from down the hall. You hardly get a moment of peace to turn the water on before you’re interrupted.

“Too late.” Sukuna says, popping the bathroom door open with a bash of his shoulder, startling you.

“Go to your own bathroom. You’re gonna break something of mine.” You plead knowing it will fall on deaf ears.

“The only thing that’s gonna break is my dick if I can’t get inside you again.” He steps in the small tiled shower with you, restless eyes taking in the sight of you, shiny with water. “Those little hands of yours won't be able to clean this properly.” He says while cupping your mound with his warm hand. He notices that your bathroom has a retractable shower head and pulls the spout down from its hook. “But this will.”

Being the manager of the band Six Eyes wasn’t easy. The reason? Well, the reasons are Satoru Gojo and Geto Suguru. 

Gojo, the lead singer and guitarist. He was the main cause of your migraines; his playful and arrogant personality was sometimes too much for you. He rarely took anything seriously, while you just tried to be professional. 

Geto, the bassist. He… was a little bit more responsible… sometimes. But he tended to follow Gojo into trouble. 

And Choso, the drummer. Oh, your dear, dear Choso. He was the best behaved out of the three. Although he sometimes allowed himself to let loose and get into trouble with Gojo and Geto. 

Like tonight, their last day in Tokyo before the concert. 

They had you chasing them through the streets of Shibuya, hand on your chest as it heaved up and down. “Guys, please.” 

Gojo gave you a cheeky grin. “Can’t keep up, princess?” 

“Gojo-” 

“Satoru, sweets. We’re way past last names in our relationship, aren’t we?” 

You rolled your eyes at his words. “Satoru.” God, this man was going to cause you to have grey hair at an early age. You glanced at the other two, expecting some compassion. “Please, guys, you should be resting, tomorrow’s the last concert of the tour.” 

“Exactly, we should be celebrating,” 

You sighed, already feeling the migraine coming in. 

Taking mercy on you, Geto spoke. “She’s right, Satoru. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

At his words, Gojo gave him a teasing pout, groaning before nodding.

You sighed, glancing back at Choso, who was already moving back to the hotel. You couldn’t help but smile at them. Patting Choso on the back, walking with them to finally rest a bit. 

Thankfully, all had separate rooms, and you didn’t have to hear them complain about anything for at least 7 hours. 

Walking them to their rooms, you reminded them again. “Tomorrow’s a big day, please rest.” 

Choso gave you a soft nod before closing the door of his room. Gojo and Geto exchanged knowing grins, causing you to cross your arms. “I’m being serious, no more trouble. You’re not kids, I shouldn’t even be saying this to you.” 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Geto said with that stupid grin.

“Yeah, we’ll behave, baby. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Gojo’s voice made you roll your eyes, feeling your head throbbing already. You didn’t get paid enough. 

“Just- Go to bed.” You said with a deep sigh before walking to your respective room. 

You couldn’t believe how immature those grown ass men could be, but then again, sometimes they made you laugh, keyword, sometimes. 

You had grown to enjoy their company over the past few years. You have been their manager since they were practically nobodies, and now they fill stadiums; you were proud of them. 

After taking a well-deserved warm bath, you lie in bed, gaze fixed on the ceiling. Your thoughts couldn’t help but drift to Gojo and Geto; they made you feel something… different, which was strange because Choso didn’t make you feel that way.

It was probably just how their personalities clashed with yours, the entertainment of your banter with them. Yeah, that was it. 

Exhaustion took over your body, and you fell asleep, hoping that tomorrow would go smoothly. 

The next morning, you woke up early. The boys had a morning rehearsal at the stadium. You could already hear Gojo’s complaints about the hour and how early it was. You had learnt to ignore him. Indulging him was only worse for everyone. 

After a quick breakfast, you all headed to the stadium to rehearse for the concert. The gears were already brought and set up on stage. 

You also had to check the wardrobe with the crew and make other last-minute arrangements, like soundcheck, mic and instrument tests, warmups, etc. 

You were meticulous. Tonight was important; everything had to turn out just right. 

“Check, one, two.” Gojo’s voice echoed sharply at first, then smoothed out as the monitors kicked in. With folded arms, you glanced at him, coffee cooling in one of your hands. 

“Alright, let’s make some noise!” Geto tugged out his in-ear monitors and grinned at the crew. 

They launched into the opener, Gojo’s guitar sharp against the rows and rows of seats in the stadium. Geto sang the first chorus before grimacing. “Can I get more vocal in my left ear? Feels like I’m underwater.”

“Copy that,” the monitor engineer called from stage right, twisting a dial.

“My guitar’s buried too,” Gojo added. 

You sighed, knowing this was going to take forever. “Two more songs, max,” you reminded the stage manager quietly. 

They ran the chorus again. Better. But the front-of-house engineer raised his hand. “Hold it, snare’s clipping. Let me pull that down.”

Choso frowned a bit, his usual pout present on his face as he glanced down at his drum. 

They took another pause, more fidgeting with the knobs, and Geto sighed. “This better not happen mid-show.”

You caught his eye from the floor and gave him the look for him to stay calm; you knew how anxious he could get. It was a silent. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” 

One last run-through and the sound finally locked into place, the song filling the arena like it belonged there. You breathed out before scribbling something in your pad, one thing less to worry about. 

“Alright. We’re good.” 

After the sound check, you follow them to the greenroom. Gojo tosses his in-ears onto the couch before flopping on it as well. “Sounds better. Still feels thin in the second verse.”

“I’ll have the monitor guy tweak it one more time.” You replied before turning to the other two. “Eat something, hydrate.” You check your watch. “Doors in two hours.” 

The catering tray sits by the corner of the room, with some sandwiches, fruits, coffee, and a few beers you pray stay untouched. 

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Gojo chimed, waving you off with that smug grin of his. His words -like most of the time- caused you to roll your eyes at him, earning a smirk from Geto as well. 

Out in the main hall, the emptiness was gone. Security lines were formed, merch tables unfolded, and lights warmed up over the stage. And the muffled rumble of the crowd waiting outside was growing.

You came back to the greenroom after sorting everything else out. Your attention was solely on them now.

Geto was running scales while Choso tapped his drumsticks on the couch, a little habit he had.

Gojo was pacing around the room. He always tried to appear as if he wasn't stressed or anxious.

You sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine, sweetheart."

You nodded at his words, not really believing him, but arguing with him didn't help.

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of the stage manager was heard. "Five-minute call."

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Soon enough, the lights dim. You stand by the side of the stage, in-ear pieces on, listening as the front-of-house manager counts down.

"Intro track rolling. Stand by the lights... Go."

As the band walks out, the crowd goes wild. Thousands of voices cheer for them.

You watched with a present smile on your face, heart thumping loud against your ribcage. You had to admit it, your boys were amazing.

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.

The last chord rang like thunder, getting swallowed by the loud crowd. The stage lights flared one more time, bathing the band in gold before cutting to black.

You stood in your spot, in-ear pieces taken off. Heart still racing.

Gojo staggered off first, chest heaving up and down, sweat dripping. He tugged his in-ears off, laughing breathlessly. "Shit, that was awesome."

"You guys killed it." You said with a smile, gaze landing on Geto and Choso, who were behind Gojo.

You grabbed a few towels, handing them over so they could dry their sweat. Gojo's eyes caught yours for a second, still wild with adrenaline. For a moment, you thought he might say something else, but he just grinned, trying to catch his breath.

Geto left his bass by the stand, hands shaky as he breathed in and out. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving him a kind smile. "You did well."

He gave you the smallest nod, eyes softening. "Thanks, sweets."

Turning to Choso, you gave him a high five. "Killed it, Cho." Yeah, maybe Choso was your favorite. 

Behind them, the crew swarmed the stage, already tearing down cables and packing cases. The boys headed to the greenroom again. Choso sat on the couch, sipping on a bottle of water. Gojo sprawled next to him. “Did we make you proud, princess?” His voice was full of teasing.

You stood by the entrance, arms crossed, but a smile lingered on your face. “You have no idea.” 

Right then, your phone buzzed; tomorrow’s travel schedule was already demanding her attention. “Let’s head to the hotel.” 

Back at their rooms, you knew they weren’t going to rest, not Gojo and Geto at least. Choso went straight to his room. Yeah, he was definitely your favorite. 

"I suggest that you two go to bed, the flight is tomorrow at 10."

"Princess, you don't really expect us to go to bed after the show we just had." Gojo's voice was paired with that grin of his.

But he wasn't lying, you couldn't make them go to sleep, not after the concert. They were probably still full of adrenaline.

"We'll just have a few drinks in our room, sweetheart. Nothing crazy, I promise." Geto's somewhat reassuring voice filled the hallway.

Still, you couldn't believe them. Not after the many troubles they've gotten themselves into in the past.

But then again, you were exhausted, the never-ending migraine had come back, and you just wanted some sleep, so you decided to let it slide.

"...Fine, just- try to sleep at least three hours."

"We'll sleep on the plane." Gojo shrugged your words off, earning a glare from you before you sighed again, just shaking your head before heading to your room.

Okay, maybe you were a bit boring. Most managers would be out with their band celebrating, having some drinks, maybe even an after-party. But you just wanted to rest after such a long day.

So you did just that, and practically passed out on the bed.

It didn't take long before some knocks at your door woke you up. What is it now?

With a deep sigh, you rose from your bed, walking towards the door, hesitating for a moment before opening it. "What is it?"

Gojo and Geto were standing outside your room, flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. Great, they were drunk.

"We just wanted to say thank you, princess..." Gojo's drunk voice cut through the small moment of peace you were having. Words slurred and all.

"That's great, Satoru. You can thank me in the morning, when I'm not half asleep-"

"You called me Satoru! Sugu, you heard that?" He babbled to Geto, who was just as drunk. "She called me Satoru."

You sighed, hand coming up to massage your temple. "Guys, please. It's late, and I'm tired. We have to be at the airport at 8 in the morning-"

"You're so uptight, sweetheart." Geto's deep voice purred drunkenly. He had even leaned in closer a bit, making you step back.

"I'm not-"

"Yeah, you are..." Gojo cut you off with a sing-song tone. Making you roll your eyes at him.

"Gojo-"

"Uh, uh. Satoru, princess. Satoru."

You sighed again, already feeling your patience running thin. "Satoru, Suguru. Please, go to your rooms. I'm not even asking you to sleep, just let me sleep."

"Sorry, sweetheart. We didn't want to disturb you; we simply wanted to show you our appreciation." Geto said with a few words slurred from his drunkenness.

"And as I said, you can do that tomorrow."

"Oh, baby, please. Let us thank you right now." Gojo's voice cut you off before you could even open your mouth again. He was even giving you that stupid look of his, with his stupid vibrant blue eyes.

You hesitated for a second; it was better if you just agreed right now before they became even more annoying. “Fine…” You sighed, already regretting your decision. “What do you guys have in mind?” 

Now, when you asked them that, you never expected to end up this way. 

Sprawled in your hotel bed, while both Gojo and Geto left wet, drunk kisses all over your body. Your heart was beating loudly, thumping harshly against your poor chest at the feeling.

"W-wait..." You managed to breathe out, mind fuzzy. What was going on? "You guys are drunk..."

"We're not that drunk, sweetheart," Geto whispered against your ear, making you shiver. "We know what we're doing, right, Satoru?"

The man in question nodded, lips brushing against your neck. Not only drunk on alcohol, but by your scent.

"S-still- this is wrong, I'm your manager..." You tried to say, feeling their hands roam all over your body.

"A very good one at that." Gojo's voice purred against your skin. It was low, full of lust.

You tried to push them again, but they didn't budge. "I'm being serious." You huffed out. "We can't do this; it is unprofessional."

"We won't tell anybody, sweets. The memory will be just for us, right, Toru?"

Gojo nodded at Geto's words, lifting his head from your sweet spot on your neck before his lips smashed against yours, making your eyes bulge slightly.

It took you a second before you finally gave in. Your lips moving against Gojo's -surprisingly- soft ones.

Geto sat next to you, feeling his pants getting tighter at the sight. After a moment, he began to feel left out, grabbing Gojo's hair and pulling him off of you. "Sharing is caring, by the way." He mumbled.

Gojo only grinned at him. "Sorry, Sugu."

Geto’s hands pulled you towards him, tongue entering your mouth in a somewhat harsher kiss. At this point, your thoughts were scattered, and you couldn’t think clearly. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, reminding you that they were intoxicated.

You pulled back with a soft exhale, pushing Geto back a bit. “W-we shouldn’t…” 

Gojo only rolled his eyes at your words. “Baby, we’re not that drunk.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, we’re fine. We consent or whatever.” Geto replied against your lips, his words made you let out a scoff. Or whatever? 

“You’re so pent up, princess,” Gojo mumbled, hips rutting against your side slightly, and you felt it. How hard he was. Fuck, was this actually happening?

“I’m not pent up…” You tried to talk, feeling Geto’s lips all over your face. While Gojo’s hands moved to unbutton your pajama shirt, feeling how hot your skin was beneath. “So you say.” He teased, lips kissing the valley of your breasts. 

“Satoru…” You breathed out a soft moan, earning a groan from both of them. 

Gojo’s lips trailed upwards, sucking on your skin, leaving light marks. At some point, their lips met, making your mouth part at the sight. They kissed like they’d done it before, tongue and all. 

You’d never expect that seeing two men kissing would make you feel so… horny. 

Gojo’s gaze landed on you as he still kissed Geto, lips forming a smirk before pulling back from the messy kiss, a fine line of saliva connecting their mouths.

“Someone’s enjoying the show.” He teased you, making your cheeks flush. 

“Don’t worry, babe. There’s enough Satoru for both of you.” Gosh, his cockiness was unstoppable. His mouth smashed against yours once more, tongue roaming all over yours; the kiss was nasty. 

Geto took the opportunity to continue taking your clothes off, pulling your cotton shorts down, smiling a bit at the sight of your panties, which had a bow on the top hem. Cute, he thought. His hands slid your shirt off slowly, creating goosebumps on your skin. You weren’t wearing a bra. 

And he didn’t waste time, lips wrapping around one of your nipples, earning a soft moan from you. He sucked, bit, and played with your nipples; a wet patch forming on your panties. 

You pulled back with a soft gasp. “Sugu…” 

Gojo’s hand slid down your body, pulling down your panties enough for his fingers to slip into your pussy. “Fuck, babe. You’re fucking soaked.” 

You bit your bottom lip at his words, far too embarrassed to say anything. 

He curled his slender fingers up, hitting your sweet spot. Earning a louder moan that made Geto groan against your nipple. The stimulations were too much already. “Fuh...fuck.”

Geto pulled away from your sensitive nipple with a lewd pop! Giving Gojo a soft look. “Let me taste her, Toru.” He mumbled, lips puffy from his ministrations. 

Gojo smirked at the black-haired man, pulling his fingers out of your wet cunt. Your slick covering them. He brought them up to Geto’s lips, which parted to take them in gladly. He let out a deep moan, eyes closing as he wrapped his lips around Gojo’s fingers, taste buds overpowered by your sweet, sweet taste. 

Gojo took his fingers out of Geto’s mouth, bringing them up to his lips, practically drinking Suguru’s saliva. They were fucking nasty. 

“I need to taste her more,” Suguru said to Satoru as if you weren’t there. 

“Mhm…” Gojo hummed, glancing down at you. “Get on all fours, pretty.” 

You glared at him, raising an eyebrow at his tone. 

“Please?” 

You rolled your eyes at him but nodded, settling on your hands and knees. You could feel the heat take over your face at the embarrassing position. 

Geto sat behind you, hands gripping your ass, while Gojo moved to be in front of you. He cupped your pretty face, making you look up at him. One of his hands moved to unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. 

His hard cock sprang free; it wasn’t that thick, but it was long. Like, really long. 

“Toru…” You mumbled, still a bit unsure about all of this.

“Take it slow, princess. You don’t have to rush at all, we’ve got the whole night.” His voice was somewhat reassuring, but it still carried that teasing that was so him. 

You nodded slowly, your hand moved up to stroke him, earning a soft groan to escape from his glossy lips. Your mouth parted, tongue lolling out to lick the head, tasting his bittersweet precum. 

Geto got distracted by the sight momentarily, before he snapped back and moved to lie down, back against the soft mattress. He settled between your thighs, your pussy hovering over his mouth. His hands gripped your hips, pushing you down on his welcoming mouth.

His tongue flicked over your sensitive clit, making you let out a soft, breathy moan. The hot air hits Gojo's dick, earning a deep groan from him. "Fuck, baby..."

You closed your eyes, feeling Geto's tongue part your folds, moaning against your wet cunt, you tasted so fucking good.

Feeling a big hand on top of your head, you opened your eyes, glancing up at Satoru. He guided your mouth to his cock, red and angry and needy.

Your mouth opened a bit more, taking in him slowly. It has been a while since you've done this.

He hissed at the feeling of your tight, warm mouth wrap around him. "O-oh, fuck."

You began to bob your head up and down, taking him in a bit more. Your tongue swirled over his shaft, feeling a few veins throb against your muscle.

Beneath you, Geto sucked harshly on your clit, making you moan around Gojo's cock. Earning a deep, loud groan from the white-haired man. "O-ohhh..."

His hips began to thrust into your mouth, making your eyes water a bit. "Shit..." Gojo breathed out. "She sucks cock better than you, Sugu."

Your eyes widened a bit at his words, picturing them doing all kinds of filthy things together, who would've known.

Geto hummed against your pussy, not really caring about Gojo's "offense"; he was far too busy with your sweet cunt to care.

His tongue flicked rapidly against your sensitive clit, thighs twitching around his head. You could feel your orgasm nearing.

Soft moans tried to escape your lips, all muffled by Satoru's large cock. Your hands had come up to rest over his thighs, nails digging slightly on his pale skin.

With one last harsh suck on your puffy clit, you came over Geto's face. And he gladly drank your juices, tongue lapping at what you were giving him with excitement.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He mumbled, the vibrations from his voice making you shiver. "You taste fucking delicious."

After a second, he pulled back, sitting on the bed while he looked down at you, seeing your mouth full of Satoru's dick.

He grinned. "Look at you taking that big cock." He mumbled, landing a loud smack! on one of your ass cheeks.

You moved in surprise at the harsh smack, Gojo's dick touching the back of your throat, making you gag and get tighter around him.

"Shit, princess... You're gonna make me cum." Gojo hissed out, jaw clenching.

Geto kneeled behind you, pants discarded, hard cock free and practically pulsing from neglect.

He lined himself against your entrance, and your eyes bulged a bit, glancing up at Gojo.

"Go slow for her." He warned Suguru, and the latter nodded.

He slid in slowly; he felt so thick, you didn't know if you could take him all. Moaning at the stretch, you tried to pull back from Gojo's cock, to which he shook his head, hand in the back of your head, keeping you right there.

"Nuh uh, baby. You can take us both at the same time."

His words made you whine, a soft plea. But he just grinned at you, cock dragging in and out slowly.

Geto was being patient with you, letting you get used to his thick cock. But he could only wait so much. "Fuck, sweetheart... You're so tight."

His hips began to leave slow yet hard snaps.

And soon enough, they settled into a rhythm, thrusts matching each other. You weren't getting out of this alive. "Mhmmph!"

"Fuckkk, I'm gonna cum down this pretty mouth." Gojo groaned, hips snapping furiously against your poor mouth. "You gonna let me, pretty? Yeah, you're gonna let me." He breathed out, cock twitching at how close he was.

He came with a loud groan, muscles tensing as he shot his hot cum down your throat, his cum bittersweet.

He pulled back with a sigh, hazy eyes looking down at yours.

Geto's hands hold your hips tightly, nails digging moon crescents on your skin, cock reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"O-oh! Fuck... Sugu!" Oh, and your moans were like music to their ears.

"Yeah, moan my name, beautiful." He breathed out, long hair all messy over his shoulders. Some even stuck to his forehead from the thin layer of sweat.

Geto was hitting every right spot inside you, and you could feel your orgasm building up again. Already too sensitive from your last orgasm.

"Oh! fuck- I'm gonna-"

Gojo had moved to your side, slender fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast circles on it.

The feeling made your back arch, thighs quivering at the overstimulation. "F-ffuck! Toru!"

"Go ahead, pretty. Cum over Sugu's big dick."

Fuck, they were both so nasty!

With a loud cry, you came, getting impossibly tight around Geto's cock. He pulled out quickly, shooting ropes of his warm cum over your ass and back.

"Ohhh, fuck."

Gojo's fingers were still circling your oversensitive clit, drawing out your orgasm as much as he could. Earning soft, muffled cries from you as you lay face down on the mattress.

"N-no more-" You mumbled.

Gojo grinned, pulling his fingers away, he instead dragged them over your back, gathering Geto's thick cum.

With exhaustion, you turned around, back resting against the mattress as you looked up at the two men.

Satoru brought his cum-stainned fingers up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them and moaning at the taste. Fuck...

He pulled his fingers out with a loud pop! Hand coming down to Geto's neck, pulling him in for a nasty kiss. Making Suguru taste himself as they shared spit and cum.

They finally pulled away from each other, glancing down at your exhausted form. Each was carrying a stupid grin on their face.

You rolled your eyes at them, moving up to rest against the soft hotel pillows. If you were tired before, your body was begging for rest now.

Gojo moved to leave wet kisses on your body. "Now it's my turn." He murmured against your skin.

Oh, you were definitely not surviving the night.

Notes: I did it. Sorry it took me so long, work and university are going to kill me. I tried a new writing style -sort of- so let me know if y’all like it. I also wrote half of this while watching Harry Potter, so if there are any mistakes, let me know! And before y'all say "What about Choso? Why was he left alone? Wrong! He was with me.

he became your best friend almost overnight. how could he not?

he helped you study all the time—by which he meant he did most of the work while you sat prettily in his dorm, legs tucked under one of the soft little skirts he brought you.

“it makes you feel empowered, right? like you own the room,” he’d coo with a boyish grin, eyes hidden behind those lenses as he watched how it’d ride up your thighs. you’d twirl for him in his dorm, oblivious to the way his eyes devoured the way the hem barely covered your ass. “wear this for me? i picked it out thinking of you.” you’d send him dozens of photos for “feedback”—outfits pics for every new piece he ordered with his family’s black card which you accepted with open arms, you loved that he looked out for you always. pleated skirts that barely covered anything when you bent over, expensive little dresses.

he saved every single one in a locked album on his phone named “my pretty girl.” he’d scroll through them, zooming in on the way fabric clung to your tits, the innocent little peace signs you made. he jerked off to them under his desk late at night, biting his sleeve so his roommate wouldn’t hear him, cumming all over the thesis he was supposed to be writing for you.

you never noticed how his breathing hitched during your late-night phone calls.

“—and he ghosted me, toru. i thought he really liked me.”

satoru leaned back in his gaming chair, one hand lazily stroking his thick cock under the desk while the other held the phone up to his ear. “shh, sweetheart. he didn’t deserve you. none of them do. you’re way too good for those losers.” satoru’s responses always were perfect — soft, reassuring, steady, comforting, all while his fist pumped faster at the sound of your hiccups. thumbing the head when you let out one particular pathetic, broken sob. fuck, the way you cried—so delicate, so broken. he imagined those same tears streaming down your face as you gagged on his cock, mascara running down those puffy cheeks, lips stretched wide and swollen. he came hard when you whimpered “i just really want someone who really sees me,” painting his fist while murmuring “i see you. you’re safe with me. i’ve got you,” whispering sweet nothings to you until you calmed down.

you never suspected a thing.

he loved keeping you dependent on him. there were times when you tried to study alone sometimes or attend a professor’s office hours — determined to be better. satoru would lean over your shoulder, voice honey-sweet and condescending “why bother with that when i can just do it for you? you’re too pretty to fry the brain on this.” he’d gently take the text book from your hands, the way words sounded like praise, but they carved away at your confidence bit by bit. murmuring “such a dumb little thing, aren’t you? it’s okay that you’re not as smart as me. that’s why we’re perfect together. i’ll always take care of you.”

the degradation always came wrapped in sugar. it made your cheeks burn and your pussy clench in confused shame.

or other times he’d just simply pat your head, then finish your entire assignment while you watched cartoons on his laptop “—aw, baby. look at you trying so hard. it’s cute, really. but we both know you aren’t built for this kind of stuff. that’s why you have me… see? no one understand you like i do. no one ever will.” you’d just mumble a little “i know, toru,” while absently staring at the screen, biting on the cap of a pen.

but the words sank in deep. you started believing it. why fight when satoru made everything so easy? he was so smart, so patient, so there.

sleepovers became routine, especially long nights cramming (him cramming, you napping on his pillow). “best friends can share a bed, silly. it’s not weird,” he’d laugh, spooning you innocently from behind, pulling you against his chest in nothing but one of his oversized shirts. no bra. you were too trusting, too naive to question it, you loved your best friend. he’d wait till your breathing evened out into deep sleep, then slip out of bed.

one night he couldn’t hold back. you were out cold, lips parted, head hanging off the edge of the mattress just slightly. satoru stood over you, cock in hand, heavy and leaking in his fist, stroking lazily at first just inches away from your sleeping face. the thin shirt had ridden up; your tits look so soft, nipples faintly visible through the fabric. your mouth looked so warm and inviting. the power was intoxicating — you, the untouchable campus sweetheart, completely vulnerable under him.

“just a little more…” he whispered to himself, hips jerking. he leaned in closer, the angry red head of his cock hovering inches from your lips. precum beaded at the tip and leaked onto the pillow beside your cheek. what if you woke up right now? the thought made his balls tighten. he jerked faster, imagining sliding between those plush lips, fucking your throat while you blinked up at him in confused, teary panic. he came hard—thick ropes painting the pillowcase right next to your face, some landing on your cheek. you stirred slightly but didn’t wake. in the morning you woke up and felt something sticky, assuming it’s lotion or something. you just yawned and chirped a “good morning, toru!” with a smile, completely oblivious. he watched with dark, satisfied eyes as you rubbed it in absentmindedly but then he just ruffled your hair and called you his favorite dummy.

he saved a short shaky, video from that night anyway. just the last few seconds of it when he came, zooming in to your painted face with the flash on while you were in deep slumber. insurance, he told himself, just in case. but he never used it. he was your best friend, after all.

the corruption deepened slowly, like honeyed poison.

he’d sabotage all your dates, though it was subtle. any guy who got too close suddenly seemed wrong. a few well-placed rumors, a “concerned” conversation where’d he casually mention the guy had been talking shit about you behind your back or only wanted to fuck you and nothing else. you’d cancel, crawl into his lap while he played video games. ass pressed right up against his constant hard-on. “you’re too good for them,” he’d murmur into your neck, hands on your hips, grinding up just enough to make you squirm. “stay with me instead. all friends sit like this.”

you’d blush and trying to focus on the game screen, babbling about any and everything else. too shy acknowledge the thick length throbbing under you. he loved how polite you were — too sweet to call him out, too airheaded to connect the dots.

you trusted him completely. he was your bestfriend. the smartest person you know.

he was doting and cruel at the same time. sweet kisses on your forehead when you brought him coffee. mean little degradations slipped in like affection: “my dumb little doll. what would you do without me?” followed by immediately by, “it’s okay, princess. i love how you need me.”

the breaking point came after another ruined date.

you showed up at his dorm in tears again, wearing the little baby pink dress he brought you last week. satoru pulled you inside, and sat you on his bed.

“toru… maybe i’m just not meant for anyone,” you whispered, voice small.

he cupped your face, thumb brushing your lower lip, “poor little thing. they always break your heart, don’t they? because they don’t know how to handle someone as sweet as you. but you already have someone, sweetheart. me. why keep wasting your time?”

you sniffled, nodding “you’re the only one who gets me, toru.” his cock twitched hard in his sweatpants. “that’s right, baby. i’m the only one.”

the manipulation was so smooth you didn’t even register it. one moment he was comforting you, the next his hand was guiding yours to palm him through his sweats. “just help your friend out a little? i’ve been so good to you. don’t you wanna be good for me too?” the tone felt innocent enough, but the intent was far from that.

you hesitated, eyes wide and glassy “but… isn’t that… weird?”

“it’s okay,” he murmured, guiding you to your knees gently between his spread thighs. “all best friends do stuff like this sometimes. it’s normal.” his voice was so reassuring, so logical. you were already his doll—pliant, airheaded, desperate for his approval.

you nodded shyly, hands trembling as you pulled down his sweats. his cock sprang free, long and thick, veins pulsing, head flushed angry red and already leaking. your eyes widened. “satoru… it’s so big…”

“shh, pretty girl. just the tip. just for a second. i just need to feel that sweet mouth. open up, baby. let me in.” he threaded his fingers through your hair, not forcing—yet—but guiding.

you obeyed because it’s satoru. because he’s safe. because he always took care of you.

you wrapped your lips around the head, sucking softly, tongue swirling like you were trying to be good. the taste was salty, musky. satoru groaned low, hips twitching. “fuck, look at you. such a good little cocksucker already. my perfect dumb doll.”

you whimpered around his dick, brows furrowing just slightly, the praise making you wet despite the confusion. he pushed deeper. “just a little more baby. you can take it.” tears pricked your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. you gagged, drool down your chin, but he held you there even as you sputtered. “that’s it. cry harder for me. you look so fucking pretty when you cry. choking on your best friend’s cock like you were made for it.”

the gentle best friend facade had cracked. he started thrusting—shallow at first, then deeper, fucking your face with wet, obscene sounds. “been dreaming about this pretty little mouth for months. every time you sobbed on the phone, i jerked off thinking about ruining it.” his voice was darker now, meaner “all those losers never deserved this. you’re mine, you know that? always been. no one gets to have you. my little fuckdoll. now say it with your mouth full.”

you couldn’t of course—just garbled moans and choked sobs as he used your throat. mascara ran streaks down your cheeks. he loved it, the power hit him like a fucking drug. loved how your naive little brain tried to process what was happening while your body submitted so sweetly. he pulled out just long enough to let you breath for a moment, slapping his heavy cock against your tongue, then drove it back in, balls deep, nose pressed to his pelvis and the snow white hair scratched you slightly.

when he finally came down your throat, it was with a broken groan, flooding your throat until you were coughing and sputtering, and even then he held you there until you swallowed every drop, coughing and gasping as he pulled out. strings of spit connected from your swollen lips to his softening cock.

you sat the on the floor for a moment, thighs pressed together, mind hazy and body aching with confusing heat. he was right. he always took care of you. why fight it? he pulled you up gently afterwards, adjusted his glasses, cleaned your face with a warm cloth, like the caring friend he pretended to be.

“good girl,” he praised softly, kissing your forehead gently, almost shy. “see? that wasn’t so bad, was it? best friends help each other.” then he turned back to his game, pulling you onto his lap like always, voice soft again, like nothing happened. like this was what all friends did. his cock still twitching against your soaked panties under that little dress, cunt neglected.

you sat there dazed, thighs trembling, cum still warm in your belly, wondering why your body felt both so violated and needed?

he never officially asked you out. he didn’t need to. you were already his—corrupted, dependent, sitting pretty in his lap while he played video games, whispering filthy promises about breeding his perfect little doll one day soon.

deep down satoru knew the truth: you’d given him the chance the moment you let him in. every study session, every late-night call, every skirt he dressed you in, every time you ignored his cock pressing against you — you were already his. he didn’t need a label. he didn’t need you to say “boyfriend.”

he owned you psychologically, piece by piece. and he’d keep ruining you sweetly, cruelly, until there was nothing left of the campus sweetheart except the pretty, vacant, dependent you who sat obediently in his lap.

why waste your time on anyone else when your best friend had been right there all along?

Every year you remind yourself why you don’t enjoy spending time with your older sibling. He was grumpy on a good day, and on bad days, he’s down right cruel. The only time you seem to get a smile out of him is when you’re rolling your eyes at something crude he’s said.

“You’re such a pussy.” Sukuna scoffed as you merely dipped your foot into the shallow water on the shore, the wave that lapped at your ankle causing you to pull the appendage back in fear. “A grown woman, and you can’t even swim.”

“Yes I can!” You refute. It wasn’t a lie, per se, you were just a nervous swimmer and had a great fear of being swallowed by the ocean. Swimming pools were one thing, but the ocean was its own living breathing monster. “I’m only here because of you, be grateful.”

Your older brother’s birthday was around the corner and though you didn’t have enough money for a grand surprise, you wanted to do something special for him. What a mistake that was quickly becoming.

At first he grimaced at your offer of taking him out, doing whatever he wanted for the whole day, no holding back. But a thought crossed his mind that made him grin menacingly; the memory of you hating the beach made him light up like it was Christmas morning.

The sun was blazing, the waves were steady, you even just so happened to have bought a cute two piece with your friends that week to go tanning in. Everything was aligned to be a perfect day out; except for the stalling fear that you felt as you stood in front of the water, the swells of water reminding you just how unpredictable the ocean could be.

“You don’t even like swimming, why did you want to come here?” You complain.

You don’t even have the chance to turn and look at Sukuna before two bulky arms wrap around your rib cage and haul you into the water. A scream tears from your throat as your body goes weightless and begins to sink into the water.

Instincts kick in a bit too late as you try to move your arms through the water to keep your head up. Adrenaline has you so numb it isn’t until you hear, and feel against your back, a wholehearted laugh from your brother that you realize he was holding you upright.

“You are completely demented!” You turn to face him, seething at the fact that you have to crane your neck so far back just to meet his self-satisfied face. The water reached your chest and it felt like the sand would give way under your feet at any second.

“That’s why.” Sukuna says, hardly able to catch his breath after seeing how upset you look. “I just wanna piss you off today.” He shrugs as if that was a completely sane reason. He picks you up, your body nearly weightless with the water’s buoyancy, as he swims out farther into the ocean. “Come on, it’s not that scary.”

You don’t respond, you just sling your arm around his neck and hold on like it was life or death if you fell from his grasp. Looking around you notice there isn’t anyone around, the small bobbing of a few heads multiple feet away can be seen over Sukuna’s shoulder as you scan the water.

Legs lock around his hips and you don’t notice his growing erection prodding against your elevated bottom. Taking advantage of your occupied state and the waves that moved around your forms, Sukuna rolls his groin against you.

The hands cupped under your thighs moved down towards your ass with a firm grip that pulls you out of your alert state. The next thing that comes out of Sukuna’s mouth sobers you completely.

“I’m hard as fuck right now. Can I put it in you? As a birthday treat?”

You meet his maroon eyes and widen your own as you realize he was completely serious, expecting to be met with a grin on his face. Another one of his heinous jokes, of course. But you are suddenly aware of the large bulge that has been grinding against you for the last few minutes.

“Are you gonna drop me if I say no?” You ask, almost afraid of his answer.

“The fuck? You think I’m some kinda monster?” He asks in a half-angered tone, but the way he’s still moving his stiffening erection against your body tells you it's less than half. You give him a look and he rolls his eyes. “No, I’m not gonna make you do anything. But if you wanna make this birthday a good one, for once, it would be a great start.”

“Stop messing with me." You would shove him away from you but the idea of being left to swim back to shore alone keeps you from raising your palms. He's teasing you, you convince yourself, ashamed of the way your heart beats faster at the idea he wasn't. "Knock it off.”

“I’m not. You think I can get my dick this hard for just anyone?” Sukuna’s fingers are dangerously close to sliding underneath your bikini. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask for it yourself but you’re so goddamn hardheaded I’ve been blue balled for the past year.”

“Wha-”

“You accidentally liked my post, stupid brat. When mom and dad left you at home while they went to meet that big-headed baby of Jin’s.” Your mouth opens but nothing comes out, just the realization of that day. “Yeah, I came back home to get some weed for Fushiguro and you were already knuckle deep in that pussy. Door open and everything, little pervert.” He teased.

“That’s not what happen-” You try to reason but he cuts you off.

“Really? You were looking at my progress pics from the gym while you were moaning on your bed, I even got the notif that you liked it. Can't blame ya, my lats looked good that day." He is beyond amused at how you try to look away in embarrassment, only to have nowhere to hide. "I should have walked into your room with my dick out. But you’d probably have a heart attack if you saw it.”

He always did this; talking down to you like you were incapable of anything. You are tired of him always having the upper hand, always being the one to taunt and tease. One arm slips down from its hold on his shoulder and firmly grips his length through his swim trunks.

You try to keep a straight expression when you realize your hand cannot wrap around its girth fully. Slow but firm strokes have him caught off guard, a groan catches in his throat as your hand moves in time with his involuntarily jerking hips.

No wonder your older brother was always messing with you, you could get addicted to the high of seeing him knocked down a bit. You pull one of the triangle cups covering your breast down, exposing the soft flesh and the hardened bud in the center of it. His red eyes glaze over as he takes in the sight of your tit hovering just above the surface of the water.

“Look who’s about to have a heart attack now.” You taunt. The high of having him under your thumb is quickly extinguished as Sukuna pulls his cock out fully and shoves your bottoms off to the side.

“I’ll be nicer about this next time.” Is all he says before lining up your entrance with his tip and sinking deep inside of you, leaving you no time to prepare for the intrusion.

"Next time?" You attempt to question his statement, but you're unable to keep the conversation going when the round tip of his cock nestles deep inside of you.

The heels of your feet dig into the small of his back as you cross your ankles. There is a burn as you're stretched and a pained throb as you struggled to accommodate to his size. But you were not going to let him hold that over you too, too proud to let him win. You plead with your muscles to relax as you adjust to him.

“What’s wrong? Too big for you?” He can’t help but attempt to bait you into anger over his stupid comments.

And it works. But rather than it causing you to retort with an insult or a scoff, you use the leverage of holding onto his broad shoulders to move your body faster against his. A groan leaves his chest as you pull away and sink back down to the hilt with a moan of his name. “I can take it.”

The meeting of your flesh is slippery with the help of the water. The risk of being caught while intimate in public, no matter how distant civilization was from the two of you, only made you wetter with each plop of his hips.

“Don’t drop me.” You warn him as you dare to have one hand reach below the surface of the ocean and circle your clit. There was no way he was going to get all the pleasure from this alone.

You were embarrassingly wound up with only a few rapid thrusts, your clit throbbing for attention as you cry out with each bounce of your body.

Sukuna focused on holding you up out of the water enough to latch onto the breast you teased him with earlier. The way your walls were already milking his cock made him struggle to maintain his composure.

“You close?” He asks, bouncing you faster on his length. You feel as if you’ve become a toy for him to use and you could hardly keep up with his movements.

“I-“ your legs spasm as he hits a new, even deeper angle inside you. “Yes! I’m gonna cum!” You sob, thrashing and crying so loudly you fear it might just alert the whole beach. “Please don’t stop.“

Your walls squeeze him so tightly it would be almost painful if not for how close he was to reaching his peak.

“I’m almost mad at you for holding out on me for so long. I could die in this pussy.” Sukuna growls. He pulls one of your legs upwards to hang off his shoulder, bringing your cunt impossibly closer to where your bodies meet in sloppy thrusts. “I’m not gonna last.”

“Wait! Don’t cum in me.” You whimper as your orgasm takes hold of your better senses.

“Ugh!” Sukuna grunts through clenched teeth. “I can’t. I can’t pull out…”

Each thrust prolongs the buzzing pleasurable throb within your core. Your body releases tremors as he fills you over and over until his cock twitches and swells inside of you. You’re crushed tightly to his chest, smothered by the heat of his body, the sun, and the cocky grin of him getting away with something he was warned about.

“Dickhead!” You say and hit his shoulder, not willing to be compliant to him any longer.

“Fuck…” He pants, still dazed from releasing a year's worth of sexual tension inside of you in less than 10 minutes. “You’re not gonna get pregnant, right?” Finally, he snapped out of that post orgasm brainfog and looks at you seriously.

“No, I'm on birth control.” You admit, still keeping an irritated pout on your face as you feel his cum slide between your legs. Thank god for the seawater washing away the evidence. You angrily adjust your outfit and cringe as you feel half of his load spill out and into your bottoms.

“Then what was the problem?” Sukuna is getting frustrated with you again, his high now completely gone and drained from him.

“You ruined my new bikini.”

Sukuna glares at you before maneuvering you to cling onto his back. He starts swimming back to shore and mentions over his shoulder, “I should leave you out here to drown. Almost gave me an aneurysm over a fucking swimsuit.”

You say nothing to him as you make it back to the safety of the shore, sand clinging to your wet legs as you stomp back to the car you arrived in. Sukuna follows behind you with an amused expression across his features.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He says as he holds the passenger door shut, stopping you from locking yourself in the car. “I’ll make it up to you, brat. We’ll go to that stupid little ice cream place by the pier you like.”

That got your attention, you turn to face him, trapped between the car and his arms caging you in. “The one where they mix brownies into the scoops?”

“Yeah, that one.” He has that look on his face again, the one that makes it as transparent as glass that he has a bad idea running through his mind. “If you do something for me, I’ll even take you to that shop you always look at and get you a new bikini… I kinda fucked this one up.” He says while stroking your cheek, something unusually tender for him to do.

“What do you want me to do?” You ask. You can’t deny that the idea of him paying for one of those overpriced swim sets at the pier boutiques has you giddy.

“You wanna be a good sister for me, right?”

“Of course.” You nod.

He did have one too many beers while sitting on the shore but once he saw you strip your oversized shirt off and reveal the little number you had on for the beach, he cock was too hard to release his bladder. And now it was catching up to him.

“Think of it as the only birthday gift I’m gonna ask of you.” Sukuna smiles down at you while guiding you to kneel down in the sand, perfectly blocked from the view of anyone else by his body and the row of other cars on the far end of the beach. “Just open up for me.”

“You want me to blow you or something?” You ask while sinking your knees into the forgiving sand. You really didn’t want to, but Sukuna did promise to treat you later, and this trip was supposed to be about celebrating his birthday.

“Something like that.” Sukuna pulls his cock out and wills himself to not get hard again at the sight of you below him. “Stick out that tongue for me.”

You oblige, struggling to remain still as he taps the head against your taste buds a few times. When you attempt to hold his shaft he simply grabs your wrist mid-air and pushes it away. A blush darkens the high points of his cheekbones, flushed with concentration and lust.

A warm fluid hits your tongue, coating the inside of your mouth rapidly with a salty substance. At first you foolishly believe he ejaculated but the liquid continues to fill the open space of your mouth until it dribbles down your chin.

With a hurried pull backwards, your body harshly meets the resistance of the vehicle behind you. Sukuna, with a pained grunt, manages to stop the flow of piss from the tip of his cock. You grimace at him as you spit out all that remained on your tongue.

“That’s your punishment for keeping secrets from your brother. I could have been pounding that pussy this whole time if you weren't a brat trying to avoid me. Now open your mouth and let me finish.”

You are stunned to the spot, disgust marring your features as you are unable to remove the taste from your palette. A warm and heavy hand held your shoulder, not enough strength to hold you in place, but enough to remind you that you were at his mercy.

“You are never getting another birthday gift from me ever again!” You raise your voice as inconspicuously as you could in public. “And forget about anything for Christmas.”

You unhinge your jaw once more, wanting this over and done with. All too enthusiastically, Sukuna resumes filling your mouth with his brackish fluid and you struggle to hold it in the hollow of your mouth without dry heaving.

The pinching of your eyebrows, the quivering of your tongue as each drop hits the muscle, the light bob of your pharynx as some is instinctively swallowed down your throat. Every action is being burned into Sukuna’s memory, and it is a struggle to finish emptying himself before he gets hard again.

When the stream that felt as if it would never end finally comes to a halt, Sukuna quickly slaps his large palm over your mouth and moans as he watches your throat swallow his piss down. Your face switches between shock, disgust, and complete destitution as you gasp for air when he removes his hand.

“You’re the absolute worst sibling in the world.” You pant. Looking down, you see the glistening streams of urine that dripped down your body and pooled in the sand beneath you. “You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t be such a baby about it.” Sukuna says while condescending patting your cheek. “There are showers right over there.” He points to the row of elevated faucets that are used to rinse sand and salt off of your body, not piss.

You walk over there anyway, repulsed and wishing your brother had never been born, a curse to the world. He watches hawkeyed as you desperately try to cleanse the soiled skin of your chest and stomach. He’s already sporting a hard-on in his swim shorts and his hand is lecherously palming over the bulge, making a show of how much your misery entertains him.

Sukuna has surprisingly left you alone for a few days. By the time you wake up in the morning he’s already out the door and gone to practice. During the rare times he joined the family for dinner he minded his own business and was even polite, as much as he was capable of, towards your mother.

It made you feel as if you were losing your mind. Was the animosity one sided? Was he truly being antagonistic towards you this whole time or was it something you projected onto him?

Now you’re having dinner with everyone and Sukuna walks in late. He’s limping and has crutches under his arm. Your instinct is to help him but you catch yourself, nothing good will come from engaging with him.

“Oh sweetheart, what happened?” Your mother asks, concerned.

“Twisted my ankle, might be a torn ligament. The coach fuckin’ benched me for two weeks.” Sukuna huffed as he slumped in the chair next to you, taking the plate your mother hands him with a nod. “I might be out longer if it doesn’t get better.”

Jin’s face lights up, eager to share his news with everyone. “That works out perfectly, doesn’t it honey?” He looks over to your mom who nods back with enthusiasm. “We need someone to watch the house while we're gone for a week.”

“Darling,” your mom faces your confused expression, “Jin and I have been putting off our honeymoon for a little while now and we realized that our schedules will finally align next week. So we’re finally making it to Bali!” Her excitement reaches your ears but you only take in the fact that your safeguards will be thousands of miles away.

Jin takes over just as your face falls, worried about how many responsibilities you’re going to have stacked on your already full plate with them gone. “Yuji is going to stay with the Fushiguro’s for the week and Choso said he is going to take this opportunity to visit Yuki since she moved out of the city.”

Everything suddenly got worse. Yuji and Choso being a constant presence in the home was always a buffer, not as much as your mother was, but still a way to keep Sukuna in line. With them gone you didn’t even want to imagine how his behavior was going to escalate.

“Don’t worry, honey! Jin and I will fill the fridge with plenty of food before we go, and you can always just order food while we're gone, we’ll leave you some money. And now with Sukuna injured, we really do need someone capable of taking care of the home.”

Sukuna says nothing and keeps his face unmoving but the way his eyes glance over you tells you that he’s reveling in the news. There was no getting out of this and once again the idea of ruining your mom’s fairy tale weighed heavily on your mind.

“Besides,” your mom continues on, “Sukuna tells me that you both have started to get along! I’m so glad that you’ve been trying to make our little family work.” Her voice is so cheerful it almost sounds foreign. You can’t burst her bubble now, not yet at least.

“Sure thing, mom.” You nod and try to occupy your mind with something else.

You politely sit and listen to the way your mother gushes about the resort they are going to be staying at and how she can’t wait to pack. Sukuna nudges your leg with his to get your attention. You’re met with a raised brow and a nod towards the hallway of your bedrooms. A sneer graces your features and you gather your plate, appetite ruined.

“I’m not feeling very well. I’m gonna shower and head to bed early.” You say before receiving a nod from your mother. She offers you a kiss on the cheek and asks you to help her pick out a vacation wardrobe tomorrow when you feel better.

As the warm shower water cascades down your back you can’t stop your mind from reeling. Flashes of Sukuna pinning you down and ravishing you while the house is empty won’t leave your mind no matter how much you try to shift your focus.

More than anything else, you hate how you feel yourself getting so worked up over the thought of what he had planned for you. You had to remind yourself that he backed off since that night he climbed in your bed; maybe he got it out of his system, maybe he found someone else to bother.

A strange feeling curled in your stomach at the thought, an ugly feeling of jealousy and possession. That made you feel worse than anything Sukuna himself had done.

You shut the water off and wrap a towel around yourself, upset that the time alone did little to soothe your frazzled mind. As you reach the door to your room you aren’t prepared to be met with Sukuna rummaging through your drawers.

You can still hear Yuji and Choso speaking with your parents on the other side of the house. You quickly close the door behind you so you can speak clearly without someone else listening in.

“What the hell are you doing in here? Get out!”

“I need my nurse to help me again.” Sukuna says while pulling out a pair of lacy underwear from the neat pile inside your dresser. “Oh, you’re definitely wearing this for me when mom and dad are gone.”

“You’re sick.” You spit, disgust marring your features as he pockets a different pair. “And she’s not your mom, don’t call her that.”

“Lock that door,” he nods his head towards it. “I’ve had a shit day and you’re going to make it better for me.”

“I’d rather die.”

“Is that so?” He challenges. “Then go tell your mom what you think of me, right now. Tell her that you hate me, that you think I’m a demon that’s ruining your life. We’ll see how fast that little honeymoon is canceled."

You stand still, teeth biting down on your inner cheek to keep your emotions in check.

“And don’t forget how disappointed in you she’s gonna be. You have no idea how many times she’s told me she’s ‘so proud of us for getting along’ over breakfast. Yuji too. He’d be heartbroken to learn that this family isn’t going to work out. Choso doesn’t say it but you’re probably his only friend outside of Yuji and Yuki.” Sukuna shrugs like what he said means nothing. “Ya’ know, your choice.”

You couldn’t control the wobble in your voice, not even from fear or frustration. His mere presence brought out a side of you that felt meek and helpless, and it made you all the angrier at him.

“I need to get dressed first.” You’re still dripping water onto your floor as the towel wrapped around you soaks up as much as it can handle.

Sukuna simply shakes his head and leans back against the headboard of your bed. With a grunt he stretches out his injured leg and pats the small empty space he left for you on the mattress.

“Leave the towel and get your ass over here.”

His face grows bored the longer you spend deciding what to do. The idea of him growing tired of you is the catalyst for you locking the door and hanging your towel to dry over the knob. You hate that you care about what he thinks and does, but there’s no time to think about that now when you catch the way his throat bobs up and down with a swallow as you approach him fully exposed.

“I didn’t really get a chance to see how pretty my sister’s pussy was last time.”

He grabs your phone off the nightstand and wraps an arm around your shoulder as you sit next to him. An attempt to make space between you both is proven to be useless as he scooches you closer to him, his body heat warming your damp, chilled skin.

Sukuna places your phone directly in front of you, unlocking it automatically as it scans your face. You try to grab the device from him but a sharp swat on your backside stops your fussing. “I already told you, we’re gonna swap videos and we’re doing it now. You wanna go first, or should I?”

“I do not wanna see what depraved shit you’ve been getting off to.” You reply.

“Well… I was gonna come in here and fuck you until the whole house hears you screaming my name but I can’t really chase after you when I’m like this.” He gestures to his elevated ankle. “So watching my depraved shit is what you’re gonna have to do, baby sister. What will it be? You or me first?”

You mull it over in your mind, the last thing you wanted was for him to go through your search history. You never had to hide it before moving in with the Itadori’s, so God only knows what you have bookmarked or saved.

“Ugh, you go first.”

“Oh princess, I didn’t know you were so eager to find out my kinks.” Sukuna’s smile was deadly as he gloated.

“You’re beyond delusional.” You retort, watching anxiously as he casts your phone aside and pulls his own out.

“I’ve been planning this for days, sis. I think you’re gonna like this one a lot.” Sukuna smiles as he rotates the phone horizontally.

You’re unable to move much as his arm holds you even tighter against his side while the video starts. You all but jump as the first noise you hear from the speaker is a woman crying out in pain. Said woman is bent over a leather bench, her round ass in the air and already glowing red under the dim lights.

A man walks around her and fists her hair into a makeshift ponytail. As the camera pans to the front of her bent form, you watch as her mouth opens and tears streak down her face. The man’s cock is shoved down her throat and the muffled sounds of her wet gagging echo out.

A gloved hand smacks her ass cheek and you can’t help the way your heart beats loudly at the visuals of her mouth being used. You’re so entranced by the way the man spanks her once again that you don’t notice Sukuna handing your phone to you until the heavy object lands on your abdomen.

“Your turn.” Sukuna looks more than satisfied by the expression on your face, the slight glaze over your eyes. “Unless you want to finish the video?”

“No!” You say a bit too quickly. “I’ll find something.”

“And no bullshitting me either.” Sukuna warns. “I’ve seen some of your searches, show me something good.”

You open your browser app and much to your misfortune you still have a tab open on your private setting.

“Fuck, were you watching this last night or somethin’?” Sukuna teases but genuine curiosity peaks through his words.

“I’m gonna find another one just give me a minute-” The phone was pulled from your grasp followed by Sukuna starting the video you left open.

The video was already halfway viewed and the scene that was resumed had you mortified. The female actor was being held up in the shower as her significantly taller male costar pounded into her from behind. Her legs dangled as she hovered, solely being supported by his bulky arms wrapped around her midsection and the hands she planted against the shower tiles.

“Okay you saw it.” You wanted to claw your eyes out, maybe his too. “Just show me another one of your perverted ones.”

You wanted to move on quickly. Not because the video was particularly shameful, really it was just a size difference kink being shown, but because you didn’t want him seeing the true reason you clicked the video to begin with. It disgusted you to think about but your brain with its late night urges has never had the best judgement.

Sukuna looked a bit uninterested in the video until the actors shifted to the other side of the shower where the camera panned out to show more than just a closeup of the actress. His garnet eyes widening before a toothy grin broke out on his face.

You feel sick as you see the male actor’s body, knowing that Sukuna was taking in the very detail that made you pause your scrolling and watch it last night.

Not only was the actor’s body sculpted and built intimidatingly large but the tattoo’s he sported, though not exactly the same, had a resemblance to Sukuna’s tattoo’s. Twin black bands across his thigh and bicep. The other tattoos on his body were of their own style but it was undeniable that a few more were also similar to the man laying next to you.

“No fucking way.” Sukuna looked at you incredulously.

“That’s not why I watched it.” Your rebuttal was useless, his ego was already inflated.

“Yes it fucking is. This is perfect; you’re perfect.” He said with such arrogance you wanted to punch him. “You’re gonna love this next one.”

“I would love it if you left my room.”

“So that’s why you wanted to change the video so badly?" Sukuna laughed at your misery, reveling in your discomfort.

You cursed him under your breath and waited as he pulled the next one up on his phone.

Your face fell flat as soon as the thumbnail and description popped up on the small screen. “SLUTTY STEPSIS BEGS FOR DEEP CREAMPIE” 

“You don’t actually watch this shit, do you?” You ask while the most obvious and cheesy porn lines are spoken between both actors. 

“I didn’t before, but I’ve been inspired lately. I prefer them more bound and gagged, a bit like you do, baby sister, but the plot of this one is pretty good.”

You say nothing as you note that the actress shares the same coloring as your own hair and eyes, trying not to dwell on that. Likely just a coincidence that she also has a similar build to your own.

Her legs are pinned back as her “step bro” fucks her in long deep strokes. “Fuck! Bro you’re gonna get me pregnant!” she moans out as the thrusting speeds up. You are far too aware of your own body right now; how fast you're breathing in, how your cheeks warm up, how your body thrums at the, admittedly poor quality, clip.

You’re finding it harder and harder to focus, eyes slipping down past the phone in Sukuna’s large hand only to catch an eyeful of the heavy bulge poking out between his legs. It takes every ounce of control to not groan at the idea of grinding yourself on his thick cock again.

“If you’d rather just have me fuck you, you can say it, you know?”

He definitely caught you staring. But between the heat radiating off of him and the moaning coming from the speakers, you couldn’t be bothered to fight him on the allegation.

“Fuck off.”

“Give me your phone.” He says.

You hand it over without a fight, unlocked and all. Maybe your walls were worn down by his persistence or maybe you were just exhausted from being teased by the videos he had been playing. You didn’t want to think about another option that could be at play; the idea that you are enjoying his twisted attention.

He’s scrolling through your tabs and bookmarks until he lands on one that piques his interests.

The video opens up with its all too familiar intro for the porn studio, and like a pavlovian dog, your clit throbs in anticipation from the sound alone. The scene starts with the actress tied face down to a bed, ass arched high in the air, wearing nothing but a pair of stiletto heels and ropes on her arms.

She’s gagged and looks worried as the male actor enters the scene. He has a leather riding crop in hand and circles her once before striking it across her ass. Her attempts to move her torso away from the strike only earns her another swat, this time across thighs.

The actor has a wand vibrator in hand and holds it against her slit, teasing her sex while alternating between spanking her with a wide palm and whipping her with the crop. She pleads with him, begging through the ball gag for permission to cum as the vibrations get more intense.

“I knew we were alike.” He says presumptuously. “Touch yourself for me.” When you hesitate and don’t move fast enough he adds, “do it or I’ll fuck you and record it. I’ll send it to your mom.”

His threats felt like a gun to the head, so you follow his orders.

Sukuna feels you shifting and takes that as his cue to adjust himself as well. He removes his arm from around you to pull his loose pants down. Your eyes flicker between the screen and the way he begins to slowly fist his cock.

The woman in the video is moaning and drooling as she’s getting fucked, the vibrator tortuously being held against her swollen cunt. The double visuals in front of you make you dizzy with need.

You carefully move your hand down your exposed body and circle your clit. You wanted to get a hold of yourself, to stop your hands from moving and your body from reacting, but you couldn’t be helped now.

Sukuna has seen the porn you watch, and for fuck's sake you remind yourself, you came on his cock already; you can’t get much lower than that.

The man in the video begins inserting a toy inside her other hole as he rams his length inside of her, stuffing her full as she continues to cry out in an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

“Sit on my face.” Sukuna whines out, completely drowning in his own lust.

You’re hardly able to be pulled out of your trance, eyes too focused on the way the actress squirts after a particularly harsh thrust. “Huh?”

“Come on! Get your ass up here or I’ll fuck your throat and leave instead.”

Without a second thought you climb over him while he slides down flat on your mattress. Two warm hands pull you down onto his mouth as the phone and video playing are tossed aside and forgotten about.

Everything about him is big; his body, his cock, even his tongue. The warm muscle slides through your wet slit, covering every inch of you as it moves back and forth. You grind yourself down on him as his tongue sinks inside your pussy, thinking to yourself that if he suffocates to death down there that it is a solution, not a problem.

It doesn’t take much to make your body feel like a live wire is running through you. After half an hour of tension and teasing while watching other people fuck on camera, you are so worked up that just the warmth of his tongue has you panting and moaning.

“I hate you. I hate you.” You chant while chasing your end. He was too talented with his mouth, knowing just when to let up and when to increase the pressure on your clit.

You tense and grip his messy pink hair with one hand, the other one brought to your mouth to bite back your moans. But the high doesn’t last, you’re pulled from the edge of a climax by him lifting you off of his face.

“If you wanna cum, you gotta suck me off, got it?”

Too fucked out of your mind, too close to care you, nod quickly.

“Fine! Just shut up and let me cum-” You squeak out as he positions you to face away from him while still arching over his body.

His hand lands on your ass, the stinging blow causing you to buck away from his touch. A sequence of smacks follow you as you attempt to escape his hand.

You never hated how large he was more than in this moment. Arms that could wrap around you with ease, hands that gripped your hair without him straining to even sit up. You were held in place as he reddened your right cheek with hand prints.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like this.” Sukuna taunts as he tugs your hair a little tighter for emphasis. “I could hold you down and fuck this ass raw and you’d still cum for me.”

You knew that placidity he showed all week was just masking the evil shit he wanted to do to you. You also knew that every word he spoke had some truth behind it. 

“Get your mouth to work, I’ve got something I wanna test out.” Sukuna says before he wraps his lips around your clit and suctions against the aching bud.

You lick his leaking tip with the flat of your tongue, tracing the weeping slit while fisting his shaft. It’s an awkward balancing act as you try to stay arched with only one hand on the bed. It takes you a moment to get used to stretching your jaw around his girth but the feeling of his lips and tongue alternating their movement on your bud ease you into it.

Sukuna switches between using his hands to whack the supple flesh of your thighs and to shove two thick digits deep inside your cunt. You’re leaking down his face and each pump of those rough fingers have you moaning around the cock in your mouth.

“Such a good girl for her big brother.” He delights in the way you’re unable to hide how your walls clench at his words, sucking his fingers even deeper inside of you without meaning to. “I could do anything I want to you and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

You panic as one long thick finger leaves your pussy to circle the tight rim adjacent to it, teasing the entrance with how slick the digit is from your essence.

“Don’t touch me there. Stop!” You gasp for air as you turn your head back, trying to meet his eyes, pleading.

All you’re met with is a scowl and deeply blown out pupils, high off lust and power.

“If you pull your mouth off my cock one more time I will fuck this ass dry.”

As your mouth returns to his length, his digits thrust back inside your pussy. The threat of him ravaging you still weighs heavy on your mind. There was no such thing as an empty threat with Sukuna.

The occasional swipe of his tongue upwards had you mewling. A long wet trail of his wet muscle from your clit to your ass makes your legs shake unexpectedly. Thankfully that’s all it remains, an occasional nod, a reminder of his promise.

The action has you strung tight once again, each swirl of tongue and brush of his lips pulling you closer to the edge. You can’t hold back your moans any longer, suddenly thankful for the cock that is prodding your throat for muffling the sounds. As you reach your peak you feel your body release more and more slick.

Your hands clench on Sukuna’s thighs as you cum on his hand and in his mouth. You try to shift off of him when your crescendo ebbs but his mouth remains in place. You’re simultaneously afraid to stop sucking him off but you can’t handle the feeling of your throbbing clit being stimulated any longer.

You double your efforts with your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and fist rotating around the shaft with each bob of your head. Sukuna’s body goes rigid as he tries to fight off his own release and it becomes a challenge of who can finish first.

Despite focusing on anything but your own body, you feel heat creeping through you once again. Pushing aside the urge to gag and cough, you take him as deep down your throat as you can manage, your moans vibrating the sensitive tip that slides past your uvula.

Sukuna grunts and presses his tongue harder against your clit, a mess of spit and cum sliding around as he works his mouth to exhaustion.

You can’t be sure, mind too foggy to think clearly, but you think it’s you who cums first, rocking your hips as if they weren’t seconds away from collapsing under the stress of holding yourself up for so long. Sukuna finishes down your throat, milky streams that seem to never end, before you pull yourself free and finally catch your breath.

“No more. I can’t-” you try to swat Sukuna away as his fingers replace his mouth on your throbbing slit.

“Of course you can. Your pussy speaks to me ‘ya know,” his fingers furiously slide back and forth over your overly sensitive clit, “and right now she’s saying I can get her to squirt in about two more orgasms.”

“I’ve never-, I don’t think I can.” You are feeling weak down to the bone, left with hardly enough strength to wipe the drool and cum that runs down your chin. “Please don’t.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Sukuna offers. “You just need to cum one more time for me. If I’m right and I can get you to squirt, then we get to do this every night until mom and dad leave for their honeymoon; If you can’t do it, then I’ll leave you alone… until mom and dad go on their honeymoon.”

“I can’t.” You groan with desperation, tears welling in your eyes as your body twitches at the constant contact of his hand. “I can’t.”

Sukuna rolls you over onto your back and spreads your legs. He spends a moment taking in the sight of your messy folds, swollen and glistening. You feel him as he lines his already semi-hard cock up with your asshole while folding your knees to your chest. “I’ll just fuck you then.”

“No! I’ll do it! I’ll let you do it! Please don’t-” You beg.

“I don’t know, this seems like more fun. I can’t get enough of that look on your face right now.”

You feel a nudge against your tight rim and get desperate. He’s too thick, too large to fit even if you were prepped and stretched. The idea of him taking you right now with only the minimal slick that dripped down made you scared, like a caged rabbit dangled in front of a starved wolf.

“Please, big brother. I want you to make me squirt, make me cum. I’ll take anything, please, just don’t fuck me there.” You cry desperately, willing to say anything that will pull him back.

Sukuna lights up as you call him that. “You want your big brother to make you cum? Want me to take care of you?”

You nod, too ashamed and disgusted by the words you’ve already spoken to say anything more. You’re confident that nothing will happen, you’ve even tried it on yourself before. Squirting is just a function you did not possess. 

Your fingers grip the bed sheets as he works both hands on you. One hand is curling three digits upwards inside your pussy while the other hand rolls your clit back and forth. It’s taking no time at all for the sensations to build higher and higher.

Lolling your head side to side, you moan as his movements become faster. He taunts you as the pressure in your abdomen increases. You are just lucid enough to hear him brag that you’re going to lose and that he will enjoy every second of your time together once he wins.

Juices make an audible splashing noise as you feel your legs shake, your whole body shivering and convulsing. A warmth, growing larger and larger like a bubble, settles over your body. You can’t breathe, everything is too tense, too tight.

With wide eyes you feel it. Warm liquid spraying down your legs that has you gasping for air. Sukuna groans as your body releases itself in a new way. So over-stimulated that you can’t even sense when he removes his hands from inside of you. All you can feel is the aches in your hips and the heavy throbbing of your body.

“I told you. Your pussy speaks to me, and she’s a lot more truthful than you are, little sister.”

“I hope you rot in hell.” You are barely able to speak but your spite wins against exhaustion.

The summer humidity clung to you like a second skin. The sweltering heat made you feel down right claustrophobic in your grandfather’s small house.

You tried to focus on the food you were cooking in the kitchen, but your eyes kept wandering to the backyard where your younger brother, Yuji, was standing shirtless and grilling the fish your grandfather had brought home for supper. You envied his ability to walk around with nothing on but a pair of khaki shorts, admittedly though, it wasn't as if you were much more covered yourself.

I can't believe his body looks like that now… ugh, stop it right now. It must be the heat making me crazy, you kept thinking to yourself, forcing your gaze back towards the vegetables you were stir frying for dinner.

It had only been five months since you last saw Yuji, both of you away from home attending separate colleges for the spring semester, but it was as if he had morphed into a completely new man in that time apart.

His short and wild hair was now longer and pushed back off of his forehead. The round cheeks you used to squish and flick while play fighting had thinned out and now smoothed down to show off a sharp jawline he didn’t have prior to that summer.

You had been back home together for only one week now and the suppressive heat and tension had already gotten to you. Whether it was from the pause on your sex life you had self imposed while studying for finals over the past two weeks, or if it was that you truly were a degenerated pervert; your brother’s presence had dug under your skin in a way you couldn't shake off.

You stared at the way his obliques tapered into a fit waistline before carving their way into his low sitting shorts. You could almost feel the slick skin underneath your palms as you thought of how the muscles would twitch and spasm under your gentle touch.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ you thought.

You had been deprived of sleep for nearly three days straight, it was no wonder your mind began filling itself with horrible thoughts; at least that’s what you rationalized it out to be.

On the second night of being back home you ran straight into Yuji as you were leaving the shared bathroom. After living alone in a dorm room for multiple months straight, you had gotten careless about leaving your personal belongings in the bathroom.

You rushed to your room, tightening the loose towel around your chest as you scurried to your bedroom, hoping he wasn't upset with how long you had spent in there. Carelessly leaving all of your personal items behind.

Yuji darted into the bathroom and locked the door by the time you realized you had left behind the pile of your worn clothes on the floor. You winced at the embarrassment but reminded yourself that you were both adults now, seeing your sibling’s bra and underwear on the ground was nothing to be scandalized over.

You took your time getting dressed and ready for bed, you just needed to blow dry your hair before calling it a night. But Yuji was still inside the bathroom. You didn’t hear the shower running so you assumed he would be finished soon enough. And once again you were wrong; five minutes passed before you got tired of waiting and approached the bathroom.

Raising your hand to knock on the door, you stopped mid air at the muffled whimper that escaped through the thin walls. You had planned on telling him you needed to borrow the hair dryer but your body froze as your ears honed in on the light slicking noises that filled the small bathroom.

Your body throbbed, head dizzying at the images you had conjured in your mind. Unsteady feet brought you back to your bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind you. I can’t believe he’s in there jerking off, you thought. 

Yuji was usually so private that you had been caught off guard. Twenty plus years of living together and only once had you nearly walked into his bedroom without knocking first, always curious of each other's privacy.

The throbbing between your legs hadn’t dissipated, if anything it grew in frequency. Each pulse of blood through your core made you ache for something you desperately wanted to ignore.

The bathroom door had opened and shut, pulling your attention back to the hallway outside your door. Yuji padded down the hall to the bedroom that sat side by side with your own. With him finally done, you gathered the strength to grab your clothing and the hairdryer.

Your eyes landed on the clothes that were still in its dainty pile next to the sink cabinet. As you reached for them something wet hit your finger tips. You pulled them closer to examine what it was, only to notice a large wet spot in the gusset of your underwear. Heat immediately flushed across your face.

The incessant throbbing of your sex renewed itself with rigor. You gathered what you needed and left the bathroom with a heavy pant, heart beating out of your chest with the implications of what happened to your panties. Once the lock on your bedroom door was latched you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

The task of drying your hair was quickly forgotten as you pulled the suddenly too tight sleep shorts down your thighs and spread your legs out across the mattress. You tried to ignore the pool of slick that met your finger tips as they slid between your folds, a half choked-back moan escaping as you circled your clit.

You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress any more noises, but little did you know it was too late. Yuji’s heart raced as he heard your little moans through the wall separating your beds. Though he was already spent from jerking off just minutes earlier, the sweet noises he missed so much while away stirred his desires up once again.

He hadn’t planned on jerking off in the bathroom, all he wanted was to empty his bladder before sleeping for the night. But he also hadn’t planned on finding his sister’s cute underwear sitting there like a birthday present, tempting him into placing the soft cotton of your panties into his mouth. The faint taste of your pussy and the lingering perfume on your clothes was enough to make him cum in seconds flat.

He could feel his cock twitching once more at the sound of your whimpering next door, your sweet sounds working him into a frenzy all over again. You both came hard, guilt and nerves washing over you each as you swore to yourself nothing like that would happen again.

But even now in the kitchen, the rice cooker steaming and Wasuke’s television show droning in the background, you felt that nagging throb in your pussy. You adjusted the heat on the stove as the vegetables steamed in the pan, checking on the rice cooking off to the side. The screen door slid open as Yuji brought the filets inside, skirting past your form to set them down to rest on the kitchen counter.

If you had given a second look at your younger brother you would have noticed the prodding tent in his shorts, just barely concealed by him turning his body away from yours. The whole time you had tried to avoid eye contact with Yuji you had inadvertently given him an eyeful of your ass as you arched over the stove.

“Nee-chan do you need any help?” Yuji beamed down at you from over his shoulder, all toothy grinned and sunny eyed.

“No, it should be almost ready. I should have put the rice on sooner to cook though” you replied. Your eyes were desperately fighting against your willpower to look down at the thin pink hairs that trailed down under his shorts. You have got to get laid, you thought to yourself.

“You look really hot.”

“What?” You asked, heart rate spiking.

Yuji took the wooden spoon from your hands and began to stir the vegetables himself. “Your face is all red, nee-chan. Go sit down in front of the fan, I'll take care of the rest.”

What you had assumed was Yuji being the ever helpful little brother was actually an excuse to separate himself from your presence. The outfit you wore was making it difficult to tear his eyes from you, and the last thing he needed was you to spot the hard-on he was sporting.

“Yeah, I’m gonna head to the living room. The fire… and stuff… it must be messing with me.” Your statements were a mush of exhaustion and confusion, clouding your mind enough for you to not feel the heavy stare on your back as you left.

Yuji’s chest rapidly rose and fell as he watched your form sway to the other side of the home. The swell of your breasts strained the thin cotton tank top you wore and the shorts on your hips rode up inch by inch with each step. He felt a pathetic twitch in his cock as you slumped down on the floor to cool off.

The sun was starting to set, meaning the unbearable temperature was sure to drop soon enough. You couldn’t handle another second of the irrepressible heat, whether it was the one from inside your body or outside the house.

Wasuke finally emerged from his room, a scowl ever present on his face. “Is dinner almost ready?”

Yuji emerged from the kitchen with a smile, “just finished, gramps.”

Wasuke sat at the dining room table and waited for his food. Now that you were both back home from college he was more than happy to be served by his grandchildren, it's the least you could do for free rent, or so he claimed.

“Just hurry it up. My good for nothing son is coming by later to give me the money he owes and I don’t want him to eat us out of house and home when he gets here.”

You grabbed the plates while Yuji gathered glasses of water for everyone, not quite hearing what your grandfather had said. The food spread out on the table looked incredible but did little to stir up an appetite in you. Your eyes were filling themselves up with the sight of Yuji’s exposed and flushed torso.

“How much longer until you are out of this house for good, Yuji?”

Yuji was dividing the food onto the three plates as he pouted at the question. “I’m only in my second year, gramps.”

“Your sister is graduating next semester, what’s your problem?” He questioned back. 

“She’s older than me!” Yuji shook his head at the nonsense his grandfather was spouting again. “Besides, she’s going into the masters program next.”

“You two will drive me into an early grave.” Wasuke took a few bites of his food before pointing at you. “At least you’re good for something,” he said while gesturing to the spread on the table.

You shook your head. “Yuji is the one who made the fish.”

“Barely edible.” Wasuke dismissed you.

Yuji smiled knowing that your grandfather couldn’t help himself. If Wasuke truly couldn’t stand you two hanging around, he would have slammed the door in your faces when you came home for summer break. “You just wanna go gambling, don’t cha gramps?”

“Damn right I do, but I don’t need a little brat like you trailing after me.” 

The meal continued in relative peace. Stolen glances between you and Yuji resulted in both of your faces heating up but the food was a good enough distraction that your grandfather was none the wiser to the tension brewing at the table.

“It’s almost 8 p.m., I still have time.” Wasuke grumbled out loud before standing to leave.

You looked at your grandfather incredulously. “What? You’re serious about going out to a pachinko parlor?” Shaking your head, “unbelievable.”

“Believe it, girl. My house, my rules.” Wasuke grabbed his wallet from the console table and turned his head back to where Yuji and you both sat. “I’ll bring back some ice cream if you make sure to clean up the mess you made in the kitchen.”

You ate the last few bits on your plate as you heard the front door close, Yuji’s plate already scraped clean before saying goodbye to your grandfather. “I’ll clean up if you want, nee-chan.”

“No, I’ve got it,” you dismiss, gathering the dishes to wash.

“Together then,” Yuji said as he gathered the glasses and brought them to the sink for you while hot water began to fill the basin. He hopped onto the counter, sitting at an angle where he could look directly at you as you grabbed the cleaning sponge. “Like we used to.”

“Well… how’s college been for you?” Yuji asked as he grabbed a kitchen towel, “any boyfriends I should know about?”

Your eyes widened at the question, knowing you couldn’t answer truthfully. You turned a plate in your hands, wiping down any sauce or bit of food left on the surface while thinking of your response. 

“Nope. Senior year has been too stressful,” you hand Yuji the wet dish before eyeing him playfully, “but I’m sure you have a story or two to tell.” Steering the conversation away from you.

“No!” blush spread across his cheeks, still youthful and round when he smiled, “I’ve been pretty focused on school too. And besides…” He trailed off and rubbed the side of his neck.

“Besides what, Yu?”

“Well…” he let out a frustrated groan, “it’s not like I have girls throwing themselves at me. None that I’m interested in.” His voice stammered just a little, exactly in the way he used to when he was a kid. He still felt like that nervous kid when he was around you. “My mind’s been occupied by someone for a while now anyway.”

“Aww, cute. Does this little crush know about your feelings?”

Another shiny clean plate was handed to him, this time your water warmed fingertips met his in the exchange. His digits twitched at the contact but reflexively grabbed your hand before you could leave, the dishes cast aside.

“Nee-chan, I’m not good at holding things in. It’s been eating me up inside, this whole week has been torturing me.” Yuji continued to hold your hand in his own. “I feel like a monster the longer I stay in this house.”

You stepped away from the sink and closer to where your baby brother was sitting. Words helped but you knew Yuji better than anyone else. When he scraped his knee while learning to ride a bike, kissing the bruised flesh worked better than a bandage. When he had his heart broken as a teenager, cuddling on the couch stopped the moping faster than talking about it.

You wrapped your free arm around his torso, sighing as he slumped forward against you. “You’re not a monster, Yuji. Whatever it is you’re going through, I bet I've been in the same situation.”

His head rested against your shoulder, “you haven’t, you wouldn’t. I-, I might just stay with Megumi for a week or two to clear my head.”

“No! Stay with me, please.” You held him even closer to you. Yuji had a habit of silently suffering by himself and never wanting to burden another with his problems. “I don’t wanna be alone. I’d never leave you, no matter what it is. No matter how bad.”

You felt your hand slip from his hold as that same arm wrapped around your torso. His lips moved against the crook of your neck, mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear. The faintest of mewls tumbled from your mouth as the sensitive skin was teased again.

“-can’t do it. I'm not strong enough.”

The closeness was making you lightheaded. You tried to blame the heat once more but you knew that the way your heart was pounding in sync with the pulsing between your thighs had little to do with the temperature of the kitchen.

“Stop fighting then, let your nee-chan help you.”

Yuji’s lips opened and his tongue flicked against your flesh, searing heat from the muscle pulling a broken moan from you. It was a split second moment, pull back or stay; the arm that was free to move, to push him back and question what had just happened, found its way to his exposed abdomen.

You trailed the map of his muscles, from the top of his pecs to just below his naval. Yuji held you close as his mouth moved higher up to your jaw, so close that you hardly had enough room to explore the chest you had been eyeing all day.

Hesitant hands grew bold as they rounded your hips and cupped your ass through the thin shorts that drove Yuji mad. “You can hate me for this later,” he muttered before his lips met with yours.

Your fingers brushed over his sizable bulge, stirring up groans from deep within his chest. Both sets of hands groped and moved, pants haphazardly unzipped and underwear pushed to the side with desperation. A mutual sigh was released when his digits moved along your slit while your hand fisted his leaking cock.

With your lips finally separated by dual moaning, you airily whispered his name as he pumped two digits inside of your pussy. “Not enough," you groaned, want and need flooded your senses. 

“Just fuck me, Yuji.” You shocked yourself with how easily you let your own lust and need take over your judgment. But it’s not like your morals had been perfectly aligned for very long.

He jumped at the demand, pants hitting the floor as he propped you up on the countertop he had just been occupying. Your legs spread out to accommodate his wide frame, shorts forgotten in a pile on the ground along with your panties.

“I wanna feel your come on my face, but I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Yuji complained, eyebrows creased in upset over his indecision.

“You’ve got all summer to have me any way you want.” You replied before hooking your legs around his hips and bringing him closer to your open body. “Besides, you owe me a replay of what you did to my underwear in the bathroom, fucking perv.”

“Don’t say things like that, nee-chan.” Yuji lined up his flushed tip with your pussy, a smile on his face as he looked you in the eyes, “you’re gonna make me come.”

He entered you, rushing inside all the way to the hilt. 

The sensation of warmth and fullness filled your senses, tension leaving your body as the feeling of his cock moving against your slick walls took over all thought. 

His forehead pressed against yours, so close that your bodies grew wet with slick and sweat. His lips claimed your own in greedy desperation. Buzzing heat traveled through your limbs, making it difficult to do much more than moan his name repeatedly.

Nails ran down Yuji’s back while his strong fingers dug themselves into the pliant flesh of your thighs. “I’ve wanted this so bad,” he whimpered as you raised your hips to take him in deeper. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“I wanted this too,” you said. Your hand rubbed circles against your clit faster. The way his cock nudged against your walls made you shiver, climax already building up. “Don’t stop.”

The kitchen was filled with the rhythmic sounds of your hips meeting in a fwop-like noise, moans and grunts occupying the space alongside it. All you could see, hear, or smell was Yuji arching over you.

Yuji angled his hips as you wrapped one arm around his shoulder to steady yourself with each bounce. The adjustment proved to be your downfall. His tip hit the spot inside that made your legs feel as if they were going numb.

“Keep touching yourself, I want you to come with me,” he encouraged as you clenched down on the thick girth inside you.

Yuji pulled the neck line of your tank top down along with the cups of your bra only to let out a needy groan at the sight of your breasts shaking with each deep pump of his cock.

His lips found purchase on a nipple, tongue flicking the bud that had been trapped between his lips and teeth. With your head thrown back you arched your chest deeper into his eager mouth. Your fingers increased their speed on your clit, toes curling as you reached closer to your peak with each stroke. 

“Oh god, Yuji!” You gasped, feeling completely breathless as he moved impossibly faster. “Harder, don’t stop!”

“Nee-chan… I’m gonna come. I can’t stop. I won’t, baby.” Yuji barely managed to speak as his body clenched at the eruption of his climax.

Your pussy clamped down on his length, riding out the high of your orgasm while pushing Yuji over his own edge. Warm cum flooding you as his hips staggered in their rhythm. 

You were so deeply lost in pleasure that your reaction was delayed when Yuji’s warm body slumped against yours, revealing the large form of your uncle on the opposite side of the kitchen. Watching in that unnerving silence of his.

“Wasuke lets you brats get away with this shit?” Sukuna laughed to himself as your eyes widened in shock and embarrassment.

Yuji was still riding out his high, hips weakly grinding against you as the last streams of cum left his cock. It took you tugging on his hair and forcing his head to the side, eyes finally registering your uncle Sukuna standing adjacent to you, for him to pull out of you.

“Don’t stop for my sake,” Sukuna chuckled, dark eyes unabashedly taking in the sight of your breasts moving with each deep inhale you took, “I’m thoroughly enjoying this show.”

“How long have you been watching us?” Yuji was angered and annoyed at the presence of your uncle. The exhausted pants between every other word did little to make him sound intimidating though.

“Long enough to see that my niece is nothing but a little slut and that you can’t last enough to truly please a woman.” Sukuna looked satisfied at the face that flashed across Yuji’s face.

You tugged the fabric of your bra back up and moved your hands onto your lap, trying to preserve any shred of dignity you could gather. Yuji pulled what little clothes he had been wearing back on, a desperate look shared between you both.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached and it was a wonder how you hadn’t heard them when he entered the house to begin with. Sukuna nudged Yuji out of the way, shoved would be a more appropriate term, but you were both scared enough of him telling Wasuke what happened that neither of you called out his aggression.

If Yuji felt like a large form when he was in front of you earlier, then your uncle was a behemoth. Amusement filled his face and despite what that would have meant on a normal person, on Sukuna, that only indicated trouble brewing beneath a shallow surface.

“Spread your legs,” Sukuna demanded, jaw squared and tense. The look in his dark vermilion eyes had you frozen in place. “Now!”

Your thighs shook, whether it was from fear or exhaustion you couldn’t tell, but you knew better than to make him demand anything twice.

You flushed from your cheeks down to your neck as you opened your legs, cringing as you felt a sticky line of Yuji’s release drip out of you. He took your chin in between two fingers and wrenched your wrists into vice gripe in his opposite hand, holding you in place like a wounded animal between sharp teeth.

“I told you this pussy belongs to me. It’s mine and mine alone.”

“I didn’t mean to, it was an impulsive thing-” you pleaded. The look on his face told you that begging wouldn’t get you very far. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be.” Sukuna gave you a condescending expression of pity, “you’re coming back with me and you are going to be my personal cockseleve until every stupid impulse is fucked out of that cute little head of yours. You get stupid when you aren’t filled with your uncle’s cock, huh?”

You were just about to plead with him again until a loud smack echoed through the kitchen. Though your hands were still held tightly in his left hand, his right hand had removed its grip on your chin and a large palm met your pussy with a harsh slap, pulling a gasp from both you and Yuji. 

“You don’t get to make decisions with my property. And this,” Sukuna nearly growled his words at you, open hand landing another hit to your sex, “this is my property. Understand me?”

You quickly nod, “yes sir.”

“I pay a lot of money for that dorm room of yours. My one condition was that you keep everyone except for me out of your bed. And now I find you bouncing on the first dick you see when I’m out of sight.” Your uncle leaned in and claimed your lips in a hungry, possessive manner. With a bite that nearly breaks the skin of your lips open, he pulls back, “you’re moving in with me tonight. No more hiding from me and saying you need to study for classes. That shit ends for good.”

Yuji looked dumbfounded at the scene before him, Sukuna claiming your mouth once more. “You’ve been sleeping with our uncle for a place to stay?”

Sukuna couldn’t help but laugh at Yuji’s appalled tone, pulling away from your lips in slight annoyance. “Are you fucking dense? She has been keeping my cock warm for years now because she wants to. I just pay for the dorm room so we don’t have to sneak around this house like teenagers anymore.”

“What?” Yuji couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He felt more outraged that he had spent years denying his growing lust towards you, under the assumption that you would be disgusted by such an act, only to learn that you had been doing far worse with your uncle the whole time.

“I didn’t wanna drive from his house to the college everyday so I stayed on campus.” You said meekly, hoping a gentle tone would prove to be a salve for the heated discussion.

“But why him?” Yuji could no longer hold back what he truly felt. Not betrayed or even mad, just utterly confused on why Sukuna of all men. “He’s such a prick!”

You were going to speak up but the man himself cut in before your voice met your lips.

“Because I have a big cock and I fuck her until she squirts. I saw that piss poor performance of yours, nephew; you couldn’t make her come if you had an instruction manual and a vibrator in hand.”

Yuji was about to say something in return but the sound of the front door being unlocked zeroed everyone’s attention out of the brewing altercation. You jumped off the counter as quickly as you could and tried to gather your clothes to put back on.

Sukuna was faster, grabbing the underwear crumpled inside your shorts before you could. “These are mine. You can have them back when you earn the right to wear them.”

You rolled your eyes, not having the time nor patience for his teasing. You hated the feeling of Yuji’s spend moving between your lower lips but you had no time to clean up before your grandfather walked into the kitchen. Your pants were barely sitting in place on your hips when the old man rounded the corner into the now crowded kitchen.

“Ah, the prodigal son himself.” Wasuke leered at Sukuna. “Money first,” he said, palm out waiting for his investment return.

“The game must have been rigged. Are you still running numbers down at the horse tracks?” Sukuna couldn’t help but taunt Wasuke, it was just the nature of their relationship.

Sukuna pulled out a wad of cash, easily dozens of high value bills in the roll, and handed it over begrudgingly to the older man.

“You are a sore loser, son. I got my money, you can go now.” Wasuke doesn’t bother to hide his smug smile at making his eldest child pay up his bet.

“Sure, old man. By the way, I'm taking my niece with me, she can’t sleep in this heat.”

“She’s been complaining all week, good riddance. Take that boy with you too, I’d like some peace and quiet for one night.”

“You know… maybe I will.” Sukuna responded, a cunning smile thrown in Yuji’s direction. “I’ll drop him back off after the weekend. A little vacation with your favorite uncle.”

Yuji looked at you with wide eyes; not sure how to feel about the idea of spending time with his uncle for any extended stay. 

“Brats, go get your shit and take it to the car. I don’t want to spend another minute in this furnace.” Sukuna ordered, irritation resting over his features as the summer heat made his skin crawl. “And why don’t you take some of that money I gave you and get a fucking A/C unit, Wasuke.”

“I’ve lived 70 years without any problem, don’t need to waste my money on a hunk of plastic for one summer.”

Your uncle and grandfather continued to bicker back and forth but that became a muffled noise as you grabbed your overnight bag and stuffed it with items from your room. Sukuna may have already had a closet full of your clothes at his place but they were far from appropriate to walk around in all day.

Yuji wanted to talk to you as you met in the hallway with your bags stuffed. But as soon as he was about to question just what he witnessed in the kitchen between you and your uncle, the devil himself made his presence known.

“Let’s go already.” Sukuna shouted from the entrance, wanting to leave, as you shrugged at Yuji’s lost expression. “We’ll come back for the rest later.”

He waited until you and Yuji were both sitting in his car, already driving away from the family home, before saying anything else.

“You two over packed, that’s for sure. Especially you,” Sukuna said as he placed a possessive hand on your thigh. “You’re not gonna be wearing anything but a collar with a leash attached all summer. And Yuji, you’re just gonna sit in the corner of the room until you learn to keep your hands off of other people’s belongings.”

As Yuji anguished at the thought of what torture his uncle was going to unleash on him Wasuke walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water before bed and sighed at the sight before him.

You're trying to make him feel as good as you, you really are. Your lips are sealed around his cock as you bob your head up and down, tongue gliding along his shaft. But it's so hard to keep up whenever his tongue dips into your cunt, lapping at your dripping hole and flicking at your clit.

Yuji's eating you out with a desperation you've never felt from him before because he knows you have limited time. The loud voices and laughter coming from the kitchen tell you that your parents are still drinking and chatting with your aunt and uncle, but eventually someone will come knocking to let you know the food is ready.

And all that Yuji wants before he sits down for dinner is to feel you gushing onto his tongue, swallowing whatever he can of your cum to whet his appetite.

He's practically slurping up your arousal as two hands grip your ass, kneading the fat and spreading you open to get better access to your cunt. Yuji can tell by the way your legs are shaking and you're spending more time moaning around his cock than sucking it that you're getting close.

In the back of your mind, there's a budding feeling of guilt surrounding your inability to pleasure your brother at the moment. Yuji hasn't paid it any mind though because he knows it's not your fault—it's his.

He makes you feel so good.

Your toes curl as your hands grip the bedsheets when he slides a hand inward, circling his thumb around your asshole. The pressure is foreign and makes you squirm and not a minute later you're cumming. You'd worry that Yuji's nearly drowning with the way your pussy is soaking his face, but he won't let you go.

Strong hands move to your thighs and hold you in place as he keeps licking at your twitching hole, gently cleaning you up. You whimper softly around Yuji's stiff cock when your hips jerk on instinct to pull away, the sensitivity making your head spin.

"Tastes so good baby," Yuji's out of breath, swiping his tongue lazily against your clit once more. He chuckles against you when you whine at the feeling. "God I can't get enough of you, wish I could do this for hours."

"Fuckin' knew I'd find you two in here."

It's almost comical the way you and Yuji move in sync, both of you peeling yourselves away from one another in record time and spinning around to see none other than your uncle Sukuna. He's shutting the bedroom door behind him with a soft click when he meets your eye, a dangerous glint shining in his.

"It's uh, it's not what it looks like," Yuji throws out the same tired excuse everyone tries.

As if you aren't both naked and sweaty, hair touseled and chests heaving as you sit atop opposite ends of Yuji's bed.

Sukuna lets out a sharp laugh, his arms coming to cross in front of his broad chest as he looks down his nose at the two of you. "You mean you two weren't just 69ing like a couple of amateurs?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest as a sweat breaks out across your forehead. You two are so screwed. One look at Yuji tells you enough to know that the idiot boy is still going to try and talk his way out of this but it's a lost cause. You're not even sure how long your uncle had been standing there because you never even heard the door open!

"Please, uncle Sukuna," your voice wavers in a way that you hate, "don't tell them. Y-you can't."

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't." Sukuna spits the pet name at you so rudely it makes your stomach turn with disappointment remembering all the times your father used it as a term of endearment. "But what do i get for keepin' my mouth shut?"

You're at a loss for words. You think he can't possibly be serious right now but everything about his demeanor tells you that he is. Sukuna steps toward you, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up at him. The intensity in his gaze makes you shiver and his mouth splits into a wide smile.

"Your brother make you feel good?" Sukuna coos, "looked like he made you cum pretty hard."

Yuji's eyes are darting between you and Sukuna, just as dumbfounded as you are. The difference is that you still look scared, it's obvious by the look on your face and the way you're curling in on yourself. But Yuji is over that initial sense of panic, and watching the way his uncle's large hand easily wraps around your neck is making his cock twitch back to life.

Your breath hitches. You should be able to breathe just fine, Sukuna's hand is only resting around your throat, not squeezing. And yet it feels like you're not getting enough air.

"Need to find out for myself what's got this kid so whipped," Sukuna mutters before pulling you by your neck. He guides you off the bed and towards the ground until you're kneeling at his feet.

Yuji is enamored by the scene in front of him. It has never been like this between you two—such an obvious difference in power. It wasn't even something he'd considered because it's you, his darling sister. But now, he'll never be able to forget it.

Yuji will forever replay in his mind the silence as you obediently let Sukuna lead, and that flicker of reverence in your eyes that are otherwise swimming with unease.

"Open up, tongue out," Sukuna lightly slaps your cheek until you do as he says, letting your jaw fall slack. "Good girl."

He makes you wait like that, tongue lolled out of your mouth that's open wide while he undoes his pants and pulls them down. You feel like a damn dog, sitting at your owner's feet and awaiting your next command.

Sukuna sighs with relief when his hand grips his hard cock, pumping it a few times. He taps it against your tongue and your cheek before he pushes just the tip past your lips. Your mouth closes around him immediately, giving him a soft suck before he rewards you with more of his length.

Yuji hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from you two until Sukuna addresses him directly, snapping him out of his trance. "Gotta show you how to use her right. You've been too easy on her, I can tell."

Your worried gaze darts to your brother, seeking some help since you can't talk with your uncle's dick in your mouth. But he won't look at you now. His cheeks are tinted pink and he's keeping his lips sealed, refusing to stick his neck out for you.

"Yeah," Sukuna groans, rolling his hips into you. "She wasn’t even tryin' to get you off even after you made her cum."

A large hand grips the back of your head, holding you still. The hard floor is making your knees ache but you don't dare try to move. Spit is pooling in your mouth and you swallow it down with a struggle, the tiny movement snapping Sukuna's attention back to you. The wolfish grin on his face does nothing to placate your nerves.

"Your big brother's spoiled you, huh?" You were never meant to reply to Sukuna's question, but it's like he wanted to make sure you couldn't even try with the way he thrusts hard and fast into your mouth until you gag.

The head of your uncle's cock is pressed up against the back of your throat, making your eyes well up instantly. You're coughing around his length, lips sputtering as your body tries hopelessly to expel what's lodged in your throat. Of course all that does is make you constrict around Sukuna, eliciting another low groan from the man.

"Tightest fuckin' throat, I knew it." And with that he's got both hands on the sides of your head, gripping you like a vice as he starts rutting into your mouth. The thrusts start off shallow and fast, but he quickly gets tired of that. It's not getting enough of a reaction from you.

He's not deep enough.

He needs to be burying himself so far into your hot mouth that your nose is brushing against his pubes and his balls are slapping against your chin.

The tears that were resting in your waterline start to fall, forming pretty rivulets down your face that turn black as they drag your mascara with them. The spit in your mouth is starting to trickle out the corners, what doesn't escape just makes you cough harder each time you forget to breathe through your nose which is now running too. Within seconds your uncle has reduced you to little more than a sloppy toy for his pleasure.

Yuji's own breathing has become labored, his chest heaving and cock aching as he pumps it wildly. He loves his little sister, and he almost feels bad for finding this so hot, but you just look absolutely ruined. So pretty that you could be the star in one of his favorite pornos with the way you're crying and moaning while Sukuna fucks your face.

The best part is that through it all you just… let him.

Your hands are wrapped around his thighs, but you're not scratching or pushing, they're just there to ground yourself while you choke on his girth.

And the sounds. God, they're fucking obscene. Gagging and retching on Sukuna's cock, your lips slurping around him whenever you try to stop more drool from spilling out.

Sukuna's lost in it all too, his orgasm approaching rapidly. But right when you feel his dick starting to throb, pulsing against your tongue, he yanks you off of him.

"Fuck, almost came down that little throat. Feels so much better than the wife's," Sukuna grunts, addressing Yuji. You're hardly listening while gasping for air, taking whatever chance you get to try and wipe some of the mess off your face. "She takes it like a champ though, you got a nice slut for a sister huh?"

Yuji stutters, his hand slowing to stroke himself lazily, "y-yeah I do." It feels wrong to talk about you like that, especially with you kneeling there in front of them, but he's also so god damn horny.

"So start treating her like one," Sukuna snaps, giving your head a quick shove until you're falling into Yuji's legs. His free hand comes to stabilize you gently, and you look up at him with big pleading eyes. He knows that you're begging him silently—the only way you can with your throat bruised and sore—to not listen to your uncle.

"C'mon sis, I'll be fast. I promise," Yuji strokes your head softly and you let out a tiny whine. But of course you listen. You open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out and sitting still just like you did for your uncle as your brother now slides his shaft down your throat. "Fuuuck, that feels good," Yuji groans loudly, earning him a glare from Sukuna.

"So damn loud. You want your aunt to hear us in here?"

Yuji's mouth shuts and he shakes his head quickly before letting it fall back with his eyes closed. He's trying to focus all his energy on his climax now, not wanting to waste any more time.

"Always thought you were more like me than your dad," Sukuna comments, earning a confused look from Yuji. "You're fucked up too. An asshole, even though you've got that nice guy act all figured out."

Sukuna's rough palm glides along his length, his fingers wrapped tight as he fists his cock. Yuji shakes his head again, "'m not fucked u-up. Not like you."

Sukuna barks out that deep laugh of his, seemingly forgetting already about your aunt that he was so concerned about just a minute ago. "You sure about that?"

"Mhmn, I'm—haah, fuck," Yuji's whining while he tries to protest in his defense.

"Then how come you're fuckin' your sisters face so hard she looks like she's about to pass out?"

Yuji's head whips forward like he's not sure what the hell Sukuna's talking about, but it's true. Your eyes are rolling back, face red and wet with snot, spit and tears. That's when he realizes that your nose is just as stuffed up as your throat from all the crying. You're tapping weakly against his thigh and moaning around him.

"Shit," Yuji curses under his breath. "I'm so close baby, m'sorry," his voice cracks as the pitch raises, and he sounds so needy it's hard not to feel bad for him. "Just a little longer, I swear. You can do that for me right?"

You really want to be able to. Yuji does so much for you and you want to reciprocate but you're worried that you may actually faint. Your hand is now slapping at Yuji's leg desperately but he ignores you. When you whine loudly in a panic he finally stops, but only because the vibrations feel so good he has to bury himself to the hilt inside your throat so he can feel them when he finishes.

"Cumming, 'm cumming—fuck!" He holds you there while the bitter taste of his cum floods your mouth. Black specks start to apppear in the corners of your vision as you anxiously try to swallow everything Yuji's giving you, your cloudy mind determined to not waste a drop.

"There you go. Swallow it all like a good girl." Sukuna's so close too. Enthralled by the vision of your throat bobbing desperately, your fucked-out face all red and puffy, and Yuji's long cock sliding out from between your glossy lips.

Sukuna knows he would be completely and utterly fucked if his wife came looking for him right now. Especially because he's not sure he'd stop even if she burst through the door screaming at him.

You, on the other hand, can't even spare an ounce of energy to think about the rest of your family in this moment because you can breathe again. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to clear your blurry vision but before you know it you're being grabbed again.

"Come here," Sukuna rasps, "shit, I'm gonna—lemme cum in your mouth too, yeah?"

Hesitantly, you stick your tongue out for Sukuna, but he's never had the best aim. Your eyes squeeze shut just in time and you wince when you feel spurt after spurt of your uncles hot release landing all over your face. "Ah fuck, I'm sorry kid," he apologizes without a hint of remorse, "I tried."

Yuji is now certain that he really isn't as good of a person as he thought, since the feeling he's experiencing most in this moment is pure adoration. Not guilt, not sympathy as you start to sniffle, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the humiliation. No, all your brother can think about is how perfect you look as a complete mess for him and his uncle.

He squats beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting you slump into his chest. Petting your head gently, he gives you soft praises about how well you did for him and Sukuna, how good you made them feel. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and it's enough for you to nearly forget about everything they just put you through.

In fact, you almost forgot that Sukuna was even in the room until he's grumbling at you two while tucking himself back into his pants. "Clean up. I'm supposed to make sure you kids are ready when the food is, I don't need the wife bitchin' at me cause you aren't."

Oh yeah, family dinner. The reason you're all back at your parents house in the first place.