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Fushiguro's calloused grip peels your wrathful hands from his T-shirt, like you were nothing but a stray leaf dusting his collar. But his eyes—oh, his eyes, emerald rich — narrow into irritated slits when you rattle on and on about besmirching his reputation as a Facebook Marketplace Seller.

"—I…I will spam hate comments. Message all your friends, tell them that you're a disgusti—what the fuck—put me fucking down!"

Slung over his shoulder, legs kicking into his (ouch, hard) chest, like you could escape the riptide of Toji Fushiguro. "You're real talkative."

You batter his back with fists, pointedly ignoring the way his muscles shift with his languid amble. "Scammer. Bum. Asshole. Croo—"

You hear the slap before you feel the pain ripple from your ass, down your thighs.

"—Shut up, you sexually repressed twat. You wanna be fucked? Fucking fine."

The sharp sting has your mouth falling open, half in protest, half in shock — heat flooding places you never thought you'd let him touch.

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"Wh-who knew you were so—" Your lips part around a moan, something strangled, something that takes the air out of your lungs, as Toji licks another flat stripe up your quivering folds like a man starved.

Or maybe a man who really, really wants to keep selling junk on the internet.

"For a brat, you sure taste sweet." His tongue, in all its pierced glory, swirls around your clit, mixing spit and arousal in one dexterous maneuver. The stud nestles in the hood, prodding and slipping along sensitive flesh, as white static blooms within your glassy vision.

Your teary lids snap shut, like darkness could grant reprieve against the hulking man between your thighs. Desire-slick thighs trembling in his bruising, locking hold. Abdominal muscles tightening with every jolt of raw pleasure, each involuntary clench wracking your body.

"Tch—eyes on me, ma."

Dim light floods your senses, your body listening to his gruff words like that. Back arching into a perfect semicircle, as your feverish fingers find their hold within his dark tresses. You don't miss the groan that rumbles into your cunt, an echochamber of lust, when you grasp the ebony strands — a lifeline to sanity, and the anchor that drags you further away.

And clearly, neither does he. Whether it's embarrassment or something else, you don't know, because when his wet muscle sinks into your cunt and curls just right, a haze fogs your mind again. He swallows each obscene squelch of your saturated pussy with a grunt, and a sigh.

God, is he noisy.

For a second, you actually believe that he wants this. Wants you.

You buck your hips into his mouth, greedy ruts that he gladly accepts, lapping at your juices with fervour.

With a cry, the tight coil in your lower stomach snaps, but Toji doesn't stop, now slipping thick fingers past your ring of resistance as your walls spasm. Eyes lit with a smug fire — because he doesn't move, doesn't pump the digits as ectascy takes you.

His lust-blown pupils only observe how your cunt clenches, as if measuring the fucking extent of your orgasm. As if he's winning a bet on how hard he can make you come.

You're breathing like you've never known air, head thrown back — because you'd be damned if you let him see how fucked out you were because of him.

Without a warning, you're dragged by the hips — skin tacky against his sheets — slotted right against his pelvis, against a rock hard cock that twitches when your fluttering cunt meets damp fabric. "Fushiguro, don't even—oh, you can't be serious."

"Dead serious, princess." Bulging veins run down the weighty girth, swollen, and dribbling with precum. Saliva collects in your mouth, fresh slick dripping down your sloppy hole. Fuck, way bigger than the toy you 'bought', and even that one you were hesitant about handling.

Virescent eyes flicking to your incredulous ones, a smirk tugs at his lips, stretching the scar running down. "Too big for you, brat?"

Yes. "Nah, seen bigger." Bravado is a girl sticking it to a man. "No wonder your ex needed a toy."

"Oh, she never used it." His hands work to adjust your thighs, until there's no chance you could squirm away even if you wanted to. The metal embedded it in his tongue winks at you, as he licks his swollen lips — chasing the hint of sweetness, of you, clinging to the crevices.

With a snap of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt, relishing in the gasp that tears from your throat. Mouthy brat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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