kia 🔮

"well, well, look who's awake," the one with dark hair remarks at the sight of your consciousness.

you jolt, legs peddling you away from them until your back hits the headboard. you're staring at them with wide eyes, gaze flicking between each face as you take in your situation— it seems the owners of this little cottage have finally returned. the only thing is you didn't expect them to be so… burly.

the one with pink hair is watching you suspiciously, narrowed eyes tracing over your figure as he lets out a displeased hum. "you the one who ate my food?" you stammer out a response that's less of a word and more of a squeak of confusion. "left theirs alone, but my fuckin' bowl's empty," he clarifies.

"well… the others were either too hot or too thick…" you explain meekly. and that pulls a smirk out of each of them, a sharp laugh from the one with white hair who's been quiet until now.

he pipes up again, bright eyes shining down at you with a mischievous glint, "and the last one was what, just right?

"she thinks she's goldilocks or something," the one with pink hair mumbles again, the one with black hair chuckling beside him.

your brows knit as your gaze switches to him, "oh, no i don't have any gold, i'm sorry." his mouth pulls into a straight line, eyes squinting further. you're not sure why he looks so peeved, but the man with snowy hair is laughing harder now.

"like the fairy tale, y'know? goldilocks and the three bears." he clarifies, to which you just shake your head at him. "it's alright. how'd you get here anyways?" he asks.

"well, i was just on my hot girl walk, and i must've missed some signs but then i saw this place and it looked cute," you state with a shrug.

"so you just waltzed in?" the man with tattoos shouts, "that's breaking and entering, you know."

your hands fly up in surrender, "i didn't break anything, i swear!"

"hey, ease up on her," the man with black hair chimes in finally.

wide blue eyes are locked on you, paired with a wide grin, "we were just on our hot bear walk, which is why we weren't here."

"bear?" you question, head cocking to the side, but then it clicks. "ohhh, like the story," you giggle, "that's funny."

he looks proud that you liked his joke, but the mean tattooed one doesn't look amused in the slightest, ogling the two of you with a disapproving, baffled expression. tweedle dee and tweedle dum.

a heavy tension settles over the four of you, only finally being cut when the man with snowy hair claps his hands together loudly. "i've got it!" he announces, everyone now staring at him quizzically. "let's let goldilocks decide for herself which one of us is juuust right," he says cheerily.

it was a stupid idea. one proposed by a stupid man who was too horny for his own good, considering he lives in the middle of the woods and likely doesn't get many women stumbling upon his home— and definitely none as cute as the one they found in his roommate's bed.

but still, everyone must've been feeling the same way since a few pleasantries later and you're straddling satoru, knees on either side of his thighs, hands on his shins. he's got one hand around the base of his freed cock and the other on your lower back as he lines himself up with your cunt. you lower yourself, little by little, gasping when the tip of his cock prods at your dripping entrance.

"just like that— keep goin' baby," he coos from behind you, hand sliding to your waist to give it a soft squeeze. a shudder courses through your body as the head slips inside. "fuck…" satoru rasps, entranced by the way your cunt sucks him in, lips spreading and closing around the mushroom tip as you sit yourself onto him.

he lets you take your time, lets you adjust to the curve of him with each buried inch— he likes how slow you are, how you're taking your time, quivering slightly with pleasure and uncertainty. he likes the way you crane your neck to look between your thighs, only to let out a whine when you see how much there is left to go.

sukuna and toji like it too. now, if you were riding either of their cocks, they would have slammed their hips up into you ages ago— ever the impatient ones, but you're not. you're riding satoru, which means they're free to chase the release they want. spit soaked hands wrapped around each of their cocks, stroking languidly as they watch you closely. the weight of their gazes is impossible to ignore, drawing a flush to your cheeks and a burning between your thighs.

your eyes slide shut, head falling back as your mouth parts, soft pants falling from your lips as you sink lower until he hits that spongy spot inside you. "o-oh, fuck," you whine, fingernails digging into his pale skin, making him hiss between his teeth. the hand that was gripping his base moves to your back, caressing softly as he hums, "doing so good— half way there, sweets."

"h-huh?" you stutter out, neck snapping down and eyes shooting open as your brows knit together in confusion. until you see he's right. your gaze finding the place where your bodies meet, just to see how much longer you have to go until you can take all of him.

condescending snickers float through the air around you, the two other men finding your reaction amusing. their eyes meet in silent communication, a wordless bet between the two about whether or not they think you'll ever be able to take all of him. your breath trembles, your cheeks burning and thighs clenching as you avert your eyes from their burning stares.

satoru can tell you're flustered by them, if not by the way you're obviously embarrassed, but by the way you're clenching around him, pulling a strangled sound from his lips. "can't tell if you're bothered by them, or if you like it," he murmurs, thumb tracing along your soft skin.

"she likes it," toji chimes in confidently.

"that true?" satoru asks you.

"course she does," sukuna answers for you, "bet it's half the reason she's soakin' your cock right now."

you blush brighter, head tilting to look at him with a sharp glare that just makes him smirk, because he knows that you know he's right. everyone can see it, the way your slick is glistening, pearly droplets now sliding down satoru's shaft— the part that has yet to be buried inside you.

"see, she's fuckin' dripping now," he remarks again.

toji hums in agreement, fist tightening slightly around his girth, "go on— wet enough to take all of him now, aren't ya?"

your eyes clamp shut, shaking your head. "i can't—"

"you can," toji cuts you off, "said you'd fuck all of us— don't act like that cryin' pussy can't take one lil' cock."

"not little," you whimper, "'s too long."

and if only you could see the way satoru's chest practically swelled with pride at your admission, but all you saw was the unimpressed look on sukuna and toji's faces, one that told you they didn't care.

they didn't care that their eyes were making you clench harder around satoru's length, making it more difficult to let him in, nor that he really was so long— your eyes widening like saucers when you saw him free inch after inch of his pale, veiny shaft. only now, everyone's already been waiting long enough for the show to start, a sense of boredom starting to creep in on your two voyeurs.

satoru's hips twitch beneath you, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he fights not to buck up into you. he wants to let you set the pace, be in control so you can feel more comfortable before you have to deal with toji and sukuna… but even sweet, sweet gojo has his limits, and he can feel his resolve fraying with each contraction of your slick, gummy walls around his cock.

"c'mon, it'll feel good, trust me," he urges you on, wiggling his hips again. each little movement shimmies you down a little further, your breath hitching in your throat when his tip finally pushes further than you've ever been filled before.

you swing your arms behind you instead, stretching your stomach as you arch your back. taking a deep breath you finally release the tension in your quads, letting yourself slide the rest of the way until your ass is pressed up against satoru's pelvis, every bit of his pride settled deep inside you.

toji and sukuna wordlessly pick up the pace, hands moving in sync, faster, tighter at the sight of you. back bent and chest up as you let your head hang back, a sigh of pleasure and relief falling from your glossy lips. your nipples pebbled, skin dewy, and your cunt— the prettiest pussy, all sticky and glossy and stuffed to the brim.

"told ya, doll— slutty hole sucked in every inch," toji drawls, the baritone of his voice accompanied by the wet sound of his fist wrapped tight around his dick, "go on, ride him."

you roll your hips, getting used to the feeling of satoru inside you, the feeling of him rubbing along your walls, his tip prodding in new territory making you moan. he meets your movements, feet planted on the bed so he can fuck up into you at your pace— slowly at first, hands smoothing up your back, gently caressing your waist in a way that makes you melt. a way that makes you think surely he's nicer than the other two.

and he usually is, just not when he's been oh, so understanding and caring for so long already, and he knows that you can take it. they all know you can take whatever they give you.

so it's not long before he's got both his hands on your hips, all ten fingers digging into the flesh as he bounces you on his cock, the loud slap of skin on skin ringing out between your cries whenever his hips hit the fat of your ass.

you're slumped forward again, hands on his knees to try and ground yourself but it's hardly working. each slam of his hips, each kiss of his tip against your cervix has you making sounds you never thought you'd hear from yourself— loud and obscene, they sound straight out of a porno and so unlike the cute girl the men found sleeping in their home.

"fuck! s-satoru, slow down— oh my, fuck," you whine.

"can't, sweets. feels too- fuck- good." he sounds just as pitchy as you, just as desperate, and he knows you don't really mean it— not with the way you're blabbering on after, telling him to keep going, telling him how fucking good he feels, how deep he's hitting. "god, look at you," he groans, half-lidded eyes tracing over the curve of your spine, the beads of sweat streaking down your skin, the jiggle of your ass each time you bounce back down on his cock. "so perfect... can't believe we found you."

"'toru, toruuu." your thighs burn despite him doing most of the work for you, lifting you up and slamming you back down, over and over, and the relentless, monotonous pace is lighting that familiar fire low in your core. each thrust, each word from your two onlookers, from the man beneath you— it's all kindling. "fuck, fuck, shi-toru 'm gonna cum."

"got a filthy fuckin' mouth," toji mutters, sukuna humming in agreement. "should fill it up, give her somethin' better t'do," he grunts, cock twitching in his hand at the thought of your hot mouth wrapped around him instead.

sukuna's picturing it too. toji can tell by the way his eyes flutter shut, a ragged sigh escaping him that morphs into a guttural groan, "fuuuck, yeah." his head falls forward, pink locks damp with sweat falling over his closed eyes as he imagines it. imagines you with those lips parted around his length, tongue swirling around his shaft instead of is spit-soaked fingers. imagines it's you, hollowing your cheeks, sucking him in tight instead of him squeezing his fist with each stroke. "yeah, just like that— keep suckin' me like that, baby."

he's shameless. they all are. but it's not like you're any better. you only get louder, your pussy wetter at the sound of sukuna talking himself up to his peak. the knowledge that it's you who he wants, you who he's picturing making him feel good— it's enough to send you over the edge.

you keen, a jumbled mess of their names spilling from your lips— you know you should probably be screaming satoru's since he's the one rutting into you, but you can't help it. not when toji and sukuna are half the reason you're now gushing around satoru's dick as he continues to spear you.

"o-oh you feel so good," he whines, "'m so close, please—"

he's also not quite sure what he's begging for— for you to keep riding him? for you to let him keep fucking you as he has been? for you to let him spill inside you? it doesn't matter. you're not even in a state right now to give him an answer to any of them, but even if you could gather your thoughts you know the answers would be yes, yes, yes.

you're slumped over, panting and trembling as satoru keeps up his pace, his grip turning bruising as he chases his release. brows knit and eyes rolling back, the look on his face coupled with the pathetic whimpering coming from you and the sound of your pussy sloshing around him is enough to bring toji to the edge too.

sukuna's already cumming in his hand, loud and messy, by the time toji makes his way over to you. fist pumping fast, you can see his muscled legs before you through hazy vision, can hear his voice through the ringing in your ears. "lean back, doll. lemme see those tits again."

and without a thought, your body obeys, spine curving again, shaky arms sliding behind you to rest on satoru's quads you put yourself on display once more.

"fuck, there they are," he groans, "gonna cum all over 'em— you want that?"

"mhmmm," you nod, looking up at him with a look of pure need through your daze and that alone is enough to have his cock twitching in his palm. a few more pumps, a few more grunts and he's done. sticky, white ropes of cum paint your chest, your nipples, it's already starting to dribble down to your stomach.

"aw shiiit," satoru groans, "fuck i'm cumming—" and with that, a hand slides to your back, pushing you forward. you're too shaky to catch yourself properly, head collapsing all the way forward into the mattress between his legs. ass up for him, satoru's got one hand groping at you while the other's jerking his dick, hand moving fast and squeezing tight so he doesn't loose that feeling of you, up, down, up, down until he's convulsing, more white splattering across your rear— your asshole, each cheek, the hand that was palming you, all coated in satoru's release.

"god damn, satoru," sukuna's voice rings out, "don't think i've ever seen you cum that much."

"y-yeah," he breathes, completely spent, "pussy's incredible."

you grumble something incoherent into the mattress, body shifting around until you're lying flat next to satoru.

"uh-uh, get up," toji states flatly, "not tappin' out before my turn, mrs. incredible."

groaning in weak protest, you flip over to your back so you can scowl up at him. "but 'm already sore," you complain.

"don't worry, i'll do the work— jus' need ya to stand up f'me."

satoru and sukuna exchange a look— they already know what toji has planned for you. living together as long as they did, they knew… a lot about one another. their favorite colors, foods, positions. and toji was always one who liked to be in control, and if there was a way to show off his strength while doing it, well, that was even better.

mere seconds after you're able to stand, toji's scooping you up in his arms, adjusting quickly until you're chest to chest, both your thighs in his hands, and his already hard cock starting to push inside you. "toji!" you yelp, barely being given time to adjust to his size before he's starting to slide you down onto him. you thought after satoru you'd have no issues taking any of the other men— but you were sorely mistaken. satoru was long, yes, but toji? he was all girth.

"look at that," he groans. you turn your head, scanning the room lazily until you see what he's talking about. the full-body mirror hung up on the wall between the beds, next to you. you can see everything. every ridge and valley of the muscles carved into toji's body, the purple splotches on your hip, the veins that litter the cock that's half-way buried between your glistening folds.

it's fucking obscene, but if you look away, over his shoulder, you're only met with a burning crimson stare that's almost worse.

toji adjusts his grip, pulling you down further, splitting you open in a way that satoru wasn't able to. the stretch is painful, your slick walls being spread wide around him as he presses inside steadily until your pelvis meets his. "oh god, fuck—" you whimper, arms wrapping around his neck as you bury your face into the crook of it.

"so fuckin' tight," he grits through a clenched jaw, "you sure you fucked her, satoru?"

"shut up," he shouts from where he's still laid on the bed, catching his breath.

sukuna's watching intently, his own soft cock now twitching with signs of life again at the rosy hue on your cheeks and the way you're clinging to toji like he's not the one about to ruin you.

toji's hands slide along your supple skin until he's squeezing the fat of your ass, feeling for himself what he wanted to the minute he saw you climb on top of his friend. he pulls one hand away, letting it fall back to its place with a hard smack! making you jolt forward, into him. "ready, doll?" he asks, though you have a feeling no matter what you said, by the time your answer reached his ears, his mind would have twisted it into an enthusiastic yes.

but still, you nod against him, mumbling a soft, "'m ready," which earns you an attagirl, punctuated with another slap to your ass.

if you'd known that toji's question was the last small act of kindness that you'd receive from him all night, you might've hesitated a bit more. but you didn't. and he's making damn sure that you don't have a second to think about your potential mistake, immediately tugging your hips away from his and ramming them back down. "sh-shit!" you wrap your arms tighter around his neck, a hand carding through the hair on the back of his head.

biceps bulging, feet planted firmly on the ground, he's fucking you down onto him like you weigh nothing— just a toy for him to use how he pleases, which is just how he likes it. you're soaked already too, having cum once before, pussy slick with your arousal and sweat making it easier for him to bully his cock into you.

and no matter how many times he pushes inside, stretches you out, thrust after thrust it still feels like you're taking him for the very first time, like you'd never even fucked someone before him, let alone tonight.

"a-ahfuck! toji s-slow down," you whine, teeth sinking into his shoulder to stop yourself from crying out.

he hisses through clenched teeth at the sharp sting before a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. he's laughing. at you, because how could you even think he'd listen to you. "never were the smartest, huh?" he grunts, eyes sliding back to the mirror for another good look at you. ass red and legs trembling, your face is buried in his neck, yet he can still see how tight you have your eyes squeezed shut. "open your eyes," he commands, drawing a loud squeak from you when he spanks you again, hard.

your eyelids flutter open, but you're still not looking where toji wants you to. instead, your gaze is now locked on sukuna who's tugging gently on his half-hard cock, leaning lazily against the wall as he stares at you silently. he's unreadable, expression neutral in a way that makes your stomach flip— whether he's enjoying your little show or not is hard to tell from his face alone, the only indication being the way he keeps stroking himself languidly.

"somethin' else got your attention?" toji's gravelly voice rasps in your ear, "y'like bein' watched that much? rather look at him?"

"n-no, i don't—," you mumble, turning to share a look with him in the mirror. and you really can understand why he wanted to do this. it's fuckin' dirty— the way he's positioned you both so that he can make you watch him fuck you, reduce you into nothing but a whining mess in his arms. it's all the more obvious how much power he has over you in this moment. and that, draws a moan from you.

"you do— stranglin' me whenever you see him watching us."

your eyes cut back up to sukuna, pussy clenching tight around toji in a way that makes him groan wildly, proving his point. his grip on your ass tightens as he ruts into you harder, his pace slowing just so he can make sure each thrust is as deep as possible, burying his dick to the hilt each and every time.

"fuck, toji, please!" you croak, "s'too much, t-too thick—"

"yeah? fuck, doll, loosen up, shit."

"c-can't," you mewl, sniffling as you feel tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming feeling budding in your chest, the tingling in your core as you feel your orgasm building much too quickly again. it's all making your head spin— sukuna, and now gojo, burning holes into you with their stares, toji's bruising grip, the way his girth is plowing into your already overstimulated cunt, abusing your g-spot mercilessly.

"fuck— you fuckin' crying?" sukuna finally speaks, cock pulsing in his hand.

toji smirks, the sight of you only adding to his already overinflated ego, "aw, poor thing, it hurt?" he asks with feigned sympathy.

you sniff again, voice raspy as you try to reply, "feels good, but—"

"so quit sniveling," he cuts you off, spanking you again. hot pain spreads across the skin on your ass, searing when he squeezes the area just after smacking it, nails returning to their position of digging into your flesh.

the tears that were sitting pretty in your waterline start to fall, shimmering rivulets rolling over your burning cheeks, down to your chin, and eventually onto toji's shoulder where you bury your face again. he can feel it, the wetness from your eyes, your hot breath fanning against his damp skin, all of it making his dick twitch inside you— if he could get any harder he would've.

instead, he just gets meaner. grip adjusting so he slides a hand inward, chuckling again at the way your body tenses when you feel the pad of his finger brush against your asshole. "w-wait," you start, but no more words follow, only a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob when you feel his finger rubbing tight circles around your rim, each motion fluid, lubricated with what's yet to dry of satoru's spend.

"fuck, yeah, you like that? havin' your ass played with?" your eyes flutter open again at the question, just in time to see sukuna's ears practically perking up, his neck craning to get a look at how toji's touching you.

sukuna's cock is fully hard again, satoru's own length starting to twitch once more as he lingers on the bed, watching everything quietly. toji presses, applying more pressure, relishing in the way your pussy clamps down around him as both your holes clench.

you can't help it anymore— that you're desperate. you can't be bothered to pretend like you're not completely and utterly willing to surrender yourself to toji at a moment's notice. even if you wanted to try, you know your body would betray you.

your cunt is already sopping wet again, slick sounds echoing through the room each time toji forces his cock back in, white webs of arousal visibly coating his shaft whenever he pulls out. and every dirty word that falls from his tongue, each spank and squeeze and brush of his hand against your ass just has your walls fluttering.

"more," you whine, "wan' more, please." your stomach flips as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of your release, rambling on more into his ear, just begging him to cum. but he's not ready to be done with you yet.

"knew y'were a slut," he grunts, but he's grinning wide, teeth bared as he watches himself in the mirror, hand adjusting once more to replace his finger with his thumb. he's resumes rubbing you, coating the digit in satoru's cum before pressing harder. "gotta relax, doll— don't ya wanna feel good?"

you nod fervently into him, starting to roll your hips pathetically, even though you're unable to keep up with his pace— but you just want to cum. and then he slows. you moan in frustration, feeling your orgasm slipping away, but his other hand is stroking your ass soothingly until your muscles relax and his thumb finally slips inside your tightest hole.

"o-oh fuuuck, 'ji." and then you're whimpering again at the pressure inside your rear, having already forgotten about the orgasm that he denied you. it's pathetic how much influence toji has over you, all pliant in his arms so long as he's giving you something.

he's got the rest of his hand splayed out across your lower back, thumb just hooked inside you like an anchor for his grip, but it feels like he's squeezing your walls tight between his hand and cock now.

"so good," he moans, "sukuna's gonna fuckin' love you, ain't that right?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at the tattooed man who only grunts in reply.

you glance up at sukuna again, watching through watery eyes as he spits in his hand before bringing it back down to his dick. he flashes you an easy grin, eyes hungry and clouded with lust in a way that makes your chest swell with anticipation and your pussy flutter around toji.

and as much as toji loves the way you get wetter, louder, when you notice sukuna staring at you, he's a prideful man. and one who wants to cum knowing all your attention is on him.

another loud crack! rings out as toji's hand collides with your skin one last time. "toji! f-fuck!"

"eyes on me," he growls, grips tightening as he accelerates once more. he's sweating now, using every last ounce of his energy to make sure you cum before he does.

"haah— oh god, t-'ji," you sob, mouth falling open as moan after moan falls from your pretty lips, eyes rolling back as he fucks you down onto him, thumb rubbing along the inside of your asshole as his cock ruts into your abused walls.

you're driven to that peak again, the steady, ruthless rhythm of his thrusts winding the coil in your core tighter and tighter as you're forced to watch in the mirror— not daring to disobey his command when you're so close again. the arousal coating his cock is starting to form a frothy, white ring forming at the base. it's lewd, how wet you are before you've even cum again, but you can't help it with how thick toji is, cock big enough to press hard against every spot along your walls.

"gonna cum? you're fuck- fuckin' chokin' my cock again, doll."

he's teasing, but he shouldn't be. he knows he's right behind you, moaning unabashed, meat already pulsing inside you. but it's not until you're crying out his name like a prayer, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, that he lets himself go. lets himself shake with you, holding to you like a vice as he sheaths himself one last time— your cunt and his cock spasm together as you cream on his dick, his own cum spurting inside you, coating your walls.

"fuuuck, yeah— g'na fuckin' fill you up," he pants, still buried inside you so he can watch in the mirror as his seed starts to leak out- a sticky, white film seeping from where your bodies are connected.

when toji finally pulls out, still holding you up with your legs folded and spread apart, he angles you juuust right so your leaking pussy's on display for the other men.

"holy shit," satoru breathes from his spot on the bed, admiring with wide eyes as the rest of toji's cum mixed with yours drips from your poor cunt, each ragged breath you take pushing out more for them to see. sukuna's hand stills, scared if he moves it another millimeter he'll be cumming in it for the second time, and he wants to make sure if he cums again tonight— it's inside you.

toji walks you back over to the bed, practically kicking satoru onto the ground before dropping you on the mattress. the three men have you surrounded in an instant, looming torsos caging you in at every end of the bed, and as much of a sight as it is— each hulking form, chiseled and glistening with sweat, boasting a set of abs trailing down to a pretty cock— they're each convinced that the sight of you beneath them is unparalleled.

naked form sprawled on the sheets, toji's cum has long dried on your chest which is still heaving, your nipples perking up before them in the open air, the temperature a stark contrast to the heat that was radiating off toji. the muscles in your legs quiver slightly as you squirm under their gazes, legs shifting together to try and hide the mess between them. but they already know what it looks like— white seed between your puffy folds, surrounded by the flushed skin of your ass that was treated oh, so harshly by the raven haired man.

sukuna shifts, drawing your attention fully to him as he crawls onto the bed. he encroaches slowly, knees shuffling forward as you two gaze at one another silently. the tension settling between you two is palpable, satoru and toji exchanging a glance with one another, but neither one speaking lest they interrupt.

"lemme see you," he rasps, large hands trailing up your thighs, coming to rest on your knees. he doesn't even need to pry, his voice alone has your stomach turning, heart beating wildly as you let your legs fall open for him. "fuck…" he breathes, bringing two fingers to run through your slit, your hips bucking instinctively at the touch, "eager little thing. two cocks not enough for you?"

there's a teasing lilt to his voice, and something else you can't quite place. sukuna's been difficult for you to read all night— quieter than the others, but when he speaks, you're not sure what to make of it. sometimes he's harsh, crass, words stinging sharper than toji's hand, and other time's he's reserved, tone flat and uninterested. and you find yourself feeling you'd rather have the former.

so you shake your head. "want yours, sukuna," you coo, a hand coming to rest atop his, guiding his fingers inside your aching pussy. you mewl, head falling back as he pushes further, the feeling of being full again both painful and pleasurable. his other hand splays across your stomach, smoothing up your torso as he works his fingers inside you.

calloused fingertip dance across your skin, pawing at your breasts, pinching your nipples lightly making you sigh and roll your hips against the heel of his hand. "so greedy," he muses, sliding his hand higher up your chest, lightly trailing along your collarbone before resting heavy against your neck. "just love feelin' full, that it?"

you nod quickly, a strangled moan tumbling from you as his hand tightens around your neck, his buried fingers curling inside you, prodding at that sweet spot finally. "mmf-fuck sukuna, please," you whine, his fingers scissoring and pumping, stretching you out again. the actions squelch loud, making the skin on your face prickle with heat.

and then he's pulling out slow, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the string of slick connecting his fingers to your cunt, the webs that form when he spreads the digits apart. you whine at the emptiness, making him chuckle, but he heeds your complaint, rough pads returning to you, only lower. he's circling your ass, pressing a finger in gently to which you don't protest. instead, you're arching, back coming off the mattress, neck still pinned down by his hand.

"what am i gonna do with you," he mutters, pensive as he languidly pumps the digit in and out of your asshole a few time before pressing another in alongside it. "a-ahh, s'kuna…" he's been hearing your moans all night, the honeyed sound of your voice never failing to reach his ears, but this? knowing it's finally because of him, finally getting to hear you panting his name? it's unmatched.

"you ever done anal?" he asks, eyes never leaving the sight of his fingers, entranced by the way your ass pushes them out just to suck them back in each time.

"uh-uh," you reply weakly, shaking your head as much as you can with his hand wrapped around your throat.

"mmm," he hums, "you gonna let me?" sukuna's eyes finally cut up to yours, his pupils blown wide with desire, the intensity of his stare drawing goosebumps to your skin, a shiver coursing through you as you nod meekly. "thaaat's a good girl."

it's almost embarrassing how much of an effect four little words can have on you— but the minute they leave his tongue, wrapped in his silken baritone your stomach is fluttering, pure need melting into something even stronger.

you can feel the motion of his fingers inside you, the steady retracting, sliding out of you until you're left pulsing around nothing.

normally, sukuna would tease you, play with you longer, work you up til the point where you're a sniveling mess begging for him to fuck you just to deny you again— but he's been waiting long enough. he's certain all the blood in his body must've rushed down to his dick with the way it's aching painfully, throbbing with a pulse of its own.

"you ready?" he grunts, the hand that was inside you now wrapped around the base of his cock so he can slap the shaft against your cunt. each hit has you squirming more, the thick head tapping against your swollen clit. "yeah you are," he mutters, more to himself than you, red irises glued to the sight of your pussy clamping around nothing.

"just be gentle," you mumble, apprehension starting to pool in your belly as you feel his cock sliding through your folds a few times before slipping lower, the tip prodding at your ass now.

sukuna smirks at that, flashing sharp canines at you before loosening the hand on your throat so he can stroke your cheek soothingly. "don't worry… gonna take good care of you," he replies with a softness you didn't expect from him.

you relax, legs shifting further apart to let his wide torso settle between them. each shuffle closer to you has his cock pushing forward. you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back the moan that threatens to escape, a wordless reply to the painful stretch. "fuuck, jus' lemme put the tip in— it'll feel better after," he groans as your hands fly to his forearms.

he presses more, your nails burrowing into his skin like you're determined to have him feel the same sting as you until finally, you feel the fat mushroom head slip inside, your asshole closing down around after it. "shit— there ya go…" sukuna's hands come to rest beside your head, his body hovering over yours. his head is tucked into his chest so he can watch the rest of his shaft sliding in further, and further, lubricated by your slick and the release of the men you were with before him. "god, that feels good."

your moans harmonize as he bottoms out, pelvis finally pressed against yours he stills, seething through a clenched jaw, he looks at you. face inches from yours, breath mingling hot and humid, you're staring up at him. his eyes scan your face, the furrow in your brows, the glassy film over your eyes, your swollen lips, indented and red from being tugged between your teeth.

your chin shifts, tilts upwards, your mouth slightly agape— he knows what you want. knows that you're probably craving even a glimmer of affection after being fucked senseless twice already. just the tender brush of his lips against yours, the feeling of his tongue swiping at your lips, twirling against your own. he's so close, it would be so easy.

sukuna brings a hand back to your face, relishing in the way you lean into his touch, the way your mouth parts further as he swipes his thumb along your bottom lip, wetting it with your sweat and saliva. your lashes flutter, gaze desperate as you look at him, plead with him silently for something he doesn't plan on giving you.

instead, he slips his thumb inside your mouth, rolling his hips for the first time since entering you, grinning at the choked moan that vibrates against his digit. he knows you wanted more than a finger in your mouth, but still your lips close, cheeks hollowing and tongue twirling around it as you whimper at the feeling of his cock dragging slowly inside you.

"bet that mouth would feel fuckin' amazing wrapped around my cock," he mutters, pushing his thumb further, knuckles hitting your teeth as you gag. "might be the only thing it's good for."

your eyebrow knit together further, pupils shaking- he knows how you're feeling without you needing to say a word. you probably thought satoru was the sweet one. just to be proven wrong when he had you bouncing on his dick. then there's toji, who you never expected anything but a rough fuck from. and you'd probably thought of sukuna the same way, until he was crawling up on the bed with you. giving you sweet praises and checking in with you.

sure, it was manipulative, but he needed you relaxed, comfortable— otherwise he'd have never fit his cock in your ass.

he pulls his thumb out with a pop, smearing the residual saliva along your cheek because he's going to want to hear you now. wants to hear you sobbing his name as he pulls his hips back before slamming them into you.

"sukuna, fuck! o-oh god."

again. and again. he's a man obsessed, rutting into your ass relentlessly now, each moan, each cry from your throat spurring him on.

"yeah, jus' like that, baby— keep fuckin' saying my name like that."

it's new. a different kind of feeling than you're used to. the stretch feels bigger, wider, because your ass is just that much tighter. it's squeezing down around sukuna in a way that toji and satoru couldn't experience, no matter how hard you came around them.

"so greedy- sh-shit- suckin' me back in," he grunts, "y'want more? can't get enough?"

"mmfuck! s'kuna please," you're whining, writhing on the bed beneath him, eyes clamped shut with your head thrown back. "harder!"

"god damn, woman," he grits, sweat beading on his forehead as he pushes himself further, muscles straining as he finds himself keeping up with you now. your hips are thrusting up off the mattress, fucking yourself against him as his hips ram against your ass, his heavy balls smacking into you. "put your arms up."

you obey blindly, hands coming up above your head just for him to pin both wrists under one large hand. his free one trails down your side, a low groan rumbling in his throat at the sight of you trapped beneath him, ass stuffed full, your poor neglected pussy dripping with your arousal, beads of slick trailing down to the top of his cock just to be pushed into your other hole.

"so fuckin' wet— you always- fuck- like that?" you shake your head first, mumbling something incoherent before nodding after, too focused on the feeling of his length dragging along your inside to care about whatever he's asking you. "christ, already fucked stupid? 's okay, just feels too good, ain't that right?"

"uh-huh," you moan, before crying out, "fuck!" your eyes fly open, darting down to the place where your bodies meet to see his free hand now burrowed inside your cunt. two fingers curling and pumping again, moving with his body as he thrusts into you harder now.

you've been so focused on sukuna, so distracted by the stretch of his cock in your ass and now the feeling of his fingers pressing against your gummy walls, you don't even notice the two sets of muscled thighs on either side of your head.

"fuck, sukuna— you're gonna fuck her unconscious," satoru mumbles, his stiff length settled in his palm.

"nah, she can take it," toji chimes in, stroking his own girth opposite the white haired man. "look's like he's juuust right, actually."

each hit of sukuna's hips against yours has you keening, has your back arching and pussy clenching as every thought that isn't about your impending orgasm flies out of your mind. too fucked out to hear the murmuring above you, the lewd squelching of sukuna's fingers blending with the slapping of skin against skin. you're in too much of a daze to notice the tears that returned to your eyes, nor the saliva that's pooling in your mouth, threatening to trickle out.

"poor girl, crying again," satoru remarks, "fuck, she looks pretty when she does though."

"yeah, she does," toji grunts, "how's she feel sukuna?"

"fuckin' amazing, tight little ass is squeezin' the shit outta my cock." his voice is strained, words coming out chopped as he struggles to focus on holding your arms still while fingering and fucking you. "she's clampin' down round my fingers too—" his eyes cut up to your face, a feral grin cracking across his own at the state of you.

your eyes are glossed over and rolling back, salty droplets sliding from them to meet the drool now escaping the corners of your mouth— god, that mouth— lips parted and glossy as you still pant and moan, babbling an incoherent mix of his name and curses, pleases and thank yous.

"gonna cum, baby?" he rasps, and when you don't reply toji brings a hand to your face, tapping lightly against your cheek until your eyes slide to meet sukuna's gaze. "said you gonna cum?" he repeats.

you nod fervently, "mhmm wanna cum," your voice is pitchy now, laced with need as the pit in your stomach and the tingling in your core grow stronger, only it's different. your eyes grow wider, moaning and writhing, you stutter, "f-feels like 'm g-gonna pee, kuna— s-slow down."

"yeah? fuck, y'gonna squirt for me?"

"i-i don't—" you've never done that before. unfamiliar with what it feels like, slight panic and embarrassment course through you but sukuna's not letting up— if anything he's getting faster, thrusting into you harder than he was before. "kuna, wait— fuck!" you cry out, chest heaving as tears start to stream steadily from your eyes when your orgasm washes over you. you're shuddering, cunt pulsing rapidly as your watery release gushes onto sukuna's hand, his stomach, the sheets beneath you.

"ahh- yeah, that's it— make a mess all over me," sukuna growls, actions unrelenting as he keeps fucking you through the aftershock of your climax. "god you're fuckin' nasty."

your ribs shake as you cry harder, overstimulated your cunt burns from the friction of his fingers thrusting into it, your ass stinging from the stretch of his hefty cock— it's all too much, but fuck if it isn't like anything you've experienced before.

"you okay, sweets?" satorus voice rings out, soft and compassionate despite the fact that he's bucking into his fist faster now, pearly beads of precum leaking from his tip at how ruined you are.

"m—ah-more," you hiccup, "f-full."

"sure are, doll," toji grunts, the speed of his hips rivaling satoru's, and he's not even sure how he has any more cum left inside him at this point— but all he knows is he'll be damned if he doesn't get to cum one more time with you here tonight.

"jus' a cockdrunk cumslut, huh?" sukuna grunts, harsh words cutting through your haze and sending another flutter to your core. "lucky you're so pretty— shit- 'specially like this."

and he really meant it. the vision of you laid out before him, lower half of your body glistening in your own juices, ass and pussy filled to the brim with him, it would be etched into his memory forever.

"a-ah fuck, 'm gonna cum," he groans, pulling back, finally releasing your sore wrists, only you're too limp to move them. both his hands come to adjust your legs, resting your ankles on his shoulders. biceps flexing, his arms move to wrap around your thighs, hugging them tight. he uses them as leverage to rut into you, chasing his own release with seemingly endless stamina until his hips stutter, his pace faltering before his hips still.

"a-ahhfuck," sukuna moans loud and unabashed as his cock pulses, his seed filling your ass. but he doesn't pull out. not yet. he stays, his cock softening inside you as he keeps you laid out before him because there's still two more people who haven't finished. "go on n' cum on her face," he breathes out, panting softly.

satoru and toji are grunting, neither one able to reply, fearful that the effort it would take to form a sentence would detract from the high they're so close to. their hands and hips move wildly to meet one another, and each man is imagining the feeling of your heavenly pussy. they remember what it felt like to press inside you for the first time, the feeling of your velvety walls gliding along their shafts, the feeling of you trembling when you cum—

and that's enough. sensitive and twitchy, they're both done for. toji groaning, satoru whimpering out your name as each one cums from their hands. white ropes of cum splatter on your face, your lips, your neck.

only when you've been painted white does sukuna finally pull his hips away from yours, a weak moan rising up from your chest at the feeling of him gliding against your abused walls once more until you're empty again.

all three of them are spent, their muscles starting to ache from overexerting themselves just to try and be the one to ruin you.

and you were. absolutely ruined. sukuna's seed leaking from your ass, your legs covered in your own release, and a dark stain on the sheets beneath you. you could still see the dried cum on your chest, a complement to the fresh, sticky cum on your face that's starting to crust in your hair.

as the fog in your mind starts to clear, you bring an aching arm down to touch your face, eyes squinting as you do your best to rub some of the mess off, your tongue darting out to lick clean whatever landed on your lips.

"someone get a rag," sukuna barks, scowling when the other two men just grumble tiredly in response. the frown in his expression softens when he hears you giggle, a breathy laugh bubbling up from your chest as the absurdity of the situation you're in now. fucked out and slightly delirious, covered in a number of bodily fluids as you wait for a stranger to clean up the mess they made on you all because of a wrong turn on a walk.

eventually someone does get a towel, returning to the room to find you struggling to blink away the exhaustion that's clawing at you, fighting to lull you into a deep sleep.

"uh-uh," sukuna tuts at you, smacking your leg lightly to keep you awake, "not fallin' asleep in my bed before a shower at least."

"your sheets are already ruined, what does it matter?" toji reasons, wiping the towel gently across your skin.

"obviously 'm gonna wash them," sukuna shoots back— the two of them starting to bicker with one another as you watch them with a lazy grin on your face until satoru steals everyone's attention with a noisy groan.

"guys, the porridge is going to be cold again."

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The grind was wet and immediate. Your clits slid together with a sloppy kiss that had her sticky juices melting into your pussy, your thighs already slicked up and warm as the sound of your wet pussies smacking filled the quiet room. Behind you, the vanity rattled with each shove, drawers quivering in their slots as Yuki bore down harder, her hips snapping against yours with reckless force.

“Fuck, hear that?” she moaned, as her fingers dug hard into the curve of your ass, dragging you closer so she could rut against you harder. Each thrust made the slick between you grow louder, and wetter, until it was all you could hear over your own gasps. “Your perfect little bridal cunt kissing mine on your wedding day. You’re dripping all over me—look at this mess”. She taunts in your eye, her nails pressed into your skin as she ground forward, hips rolling to smear the mess across both of you.

You whimpered softly, the sound muffled as you buried your face against her shoulder, desperate to hide from the sight and the shame curling in your chest. But Yuki wasn’t having it—her hand came up, fingers gripping your chin as she wrenched your head back, forcing your eyes to meet the mirror in front of you.

The reflection was damning: your gown hitched up indecently high, white fabric bunched around your waist in tangled folds, while her leg hooked over yours to lock you open. Between you, your pretty cunts slid together in messy, slippery strokes, every wet grind painting the mirror with the image of how obscene you both looked tangled up like this.

“Watch us,” she ordered, her tone sharp enough to cut through your whimpers. Her grip on your chin tightened, holding your gaze locked to the glass. “Watch how nasty you are,” she laughed, sliding down rougher, your cunts mashing together roughly so the obscene squelch of slick filled the air, “scissoring me in your gown while everyone’s out there waiting for you”. Her eyes burned in the reflection, wild and satisfied. “What would they think,” she purred, lips curling against your ear, “if they saw the bride dripping down my thigh instead of walking down the aisle?”.

Every grind left a wet streak across her slit, the swollen tips of your clits colliding with sharp, needy bumps that sent sparks racing hot and fast through your stomach. The heavy layers of your gown fell around you in a tangled curtain, muffling the faint squeak of the vanity against the floor. But nothing could hide the filthier sound—the shameless, lewd squelch of your pussies kissing over and over, each sloppy smack echoing in the small bridal suite until it felt deafening.

Yuki pressed her forehead to yours, sweat shining through her makeup. “Cum on me. Right here. On your wedding day. Let him smell my pussy on you while he says his vows”.

Her hips snapped faster, movements messy and desperate, the rhythm breaking into frantic jerks that left your body trembling helplessly against hers. The tension in your stomach coiled tight, then tore apart all at once—the climax ripping through you so intensely it stole the breath from your lungs. Your cunt convulsed against hers in desperate pulses, slick gushing hot between you and spilling down both your thighs. Yuki followed almost instantly, a sharp, fucked out moan tearing from her throat as she grounds harder, riding the spasms out until her own body shuddered. The two of you clung together, panting and dripping, leaving a dark, glistening stain spreading into the carpet beneath your feet.

After she fixed her dress like nothing happened, licking your taste off her fingers.

“Go on, bride,” she teased, while winking at you. “Hope he doesn’t notice you already fucked yourself out before the ceremony”.

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BONUS - Post-wedding headcanons :3

cw - she’s literally crazy, piss kink in one of them, some ass play bc she has a nice ass duh.

— While you’re seated next to your new husband at the family dinner, Yuki texts you under the table. You sneak a glance and nearly choke on champagne: a close-up of her ass spread wide from behind, two fingers knuckles deep in her pretty cunt with strings of fresh slick steeping between her finger, captioned “Don’t you miss this already? Bet you taste my horny pussy on your tongue still”. She must’ve took it after your scissoring session earlier. You squirm in your gown while she smirks from across the table, knowing exactly what she’s doing to you.

— While you’re trying to play the role of blushing newlywed, your phone buzzes. It’s a short clip: Yuki on your bed at the hotel, straddling a pillow and smearing her leaky pussy and ass against the fabric while her thighs squeezes around it, moaning, “This is your pillow, baby. Hope your hubby likes the smell of my pussy when you get home”. The camera pans down to show the dark, wet patch spreading across the fabric beneath her ass.

— On your first dinner date as a married couple, Yuki sends a photo that nearly makes you drop your fork on the floor: her butt is pressed against a mirror, cheeks spread open from the angle so her asshole is puckering right at the lens. The message reads: “Mmm every time time you kiss him, just remember my asshole kissed you back first”. You can’t even look your husband in the eye without feeling your panties soak.

— Sometimes she calls when she knows you’re not alone. Her voice is steady at first, then breaks into needy moans as you realize she’s touching herself while furiously bouncing on a dildo on speaker. “Guess what I’m sitting on, bestie. Wish it was your face, huh? Bet you’re dripping just hearing me fucking myself”. You had to excuse yourself, heart pounding in your chest, while she laughs breathlessly into the phone.

— You’re out running errands with your husband when a video arrives: her ass is arched in the air, her addictive holes on full display, and her middle finger is teasingly circling her starry asshole while it flutters on the pad of her finger. The text: “This is where your tongue belongs. Don’t forget it”.

— Even when you’re at a family service, she won’t stop. A video comes through of her bouncing sloppily on a pink dildo on the couch, juices clinging between her thighs while thick rings of cream smear on the base of the veiny dildo, her voice taunting: “Pray for forgiveness. You’ll need it after this”. While delivering hard slaps on both of her jiggling asscheeks.

— Surrounded by people outside, you nearly choke on a drink when a clip comes in of Yuki squatting over her phone, pissing down her thighs before rubbing it into her slit with a moan. Text: “Still want a taste?”.

— You’re mid-conversation at brunch when your phone buzzes. Yuki’s filming herself on the counter, legs spread to her tits while she’s slapping her squirting pussy until it gushes slick down her twitching asshole and onto the counter. Caption: “Wish your tongue was catching this mess :(”.

— Your phone lights up with ten photos in a row: close-ups of her cute asshole, her horny pussy stretched around her lengthy fingers while she humps a pillow and rubs herself everywhere. The last shot is her licking her fingers clean, text overlaid: “Mine, not his”.

— During a meeting, your phone vibrates with a picture of her lying on the floor, ass in the air, a toy buried deep in her pussy. The caption just says: “I should be under your tongue, not this toy. Quit pretending you’re not thinking about me”.