Eirlys

Your other hand hovers over your slicked cunt, fingers twitching to run across your folds and rub on your clit. But, your eyes flick open, remembering your very pretty vibrator. The one with five settings, and which usually only has to be switched to the third before you're squelching and soaking anything beneath you.

The finger rolling against your nipple slips away, hand reaching for the toy. The hand over your cunt finally lowers, your index finger sliding through the slippery slit. Your folds swallowing the finger hungrily as your slick stains between your thighs and the spot under you.

Breathing heavily through your nose, your finger starts to slide up slowly. Gliding from the warmth of clenching hole up to the throb of your clit, your arousal painting your pretty finger before you add a second.

You shudder, eyes shutting. Your digits rubbing feather like circles against your clit. Light whimpers bouncing off the walls as your thighs start to close around your wrist. Your body wanting to curl forward as you push down on the bundle of nerves a little harder, hoping to add the help of an electronic to bring you over the edge. Your other hand clumsily trying to get ahold of the toy that's just a finger tip away.

You force your thighs open, hooking one of your legs across the arm rest with your shorts. Your hand reaching for the toy, giving up. Hooking under your thigh — keeping your cunt on full display for your fingers to rub, flick, and pump into your soaked core.

A moan quietly rips from your throat, your chin curling into your chest as you get a look of your fingers. Lifting them away from your clit, watching as strings of your arousal coat them. You keep your eyes peeled open, watching as they sink between your folds, a long glide from where your clit is pulsating down to where you're gushing.

Worrying your lip between your teeth, your fingers digging into the soft skin of your under thigh — your toes curl when you fingers slowly press into your clenched cunt. The tips of your digits stretching your tight hole, the warmth curling around them as you start to push in. Slick rushing down to your knuckles and staining the couch with a damp spot.

"Oh," you squeal, fingers feeling your walls flutter around them. "If only I had a cock to fill me up," you say, eyes flicking from your cunt swallowing your digits and up at the ceiling. Your hips slowly grinding against your curled fingers.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Your heart beats against your chest, hand dropping from your leg scurrying to pull down your tank top. Your fingers brushing against your sensitive nipples, your cunt still clenching around your fingers.

BANG. BANG.

"One second," you yell, voice breathless. You pray that whoever is outside the door can't hear the whimpers you let out as your digits finally slip out of your cunt. Slicked stained fingers reaching for your shorts as you jump up, legs wobbly and shorts being rushed on.

Bare feet padding across the floor, you reach the handle of the door. Shaky hand wrapped the door knob as you forget just how disheveled you may look, the surprise of the knocks forcing you into overdrive. You feel your baby hair sticking to your temples, the back of your neck. Your thighs sticky with slick, chest still heaving where your plump tits stand taut and swollen. You won't be surprised if your face is flushed in some hue of pink, eyes glossed over.

You open the door, the cool air from the hallways wafting over you. Your nipples hardening once again through the thin material of your tank top. Outside your door stands two men — burly types, one towering over both you and the other. He stands there with pink hair, tattoos covering his tanned skin — crimson eyes immediately latching on to the way your tits bounce from the movement of swinging the door open. His seagreen uniform fits right, bunching at his pelvis. Next to him is a white haired man — tall, but lanky in comparison to his partner. The same color uniform a little too long on him, but still tight enough to show you the taut muscles of his thighs. His blue eyes racking over your bare legs, dropping from your clenched thighs down to your toes and slowly inching back up.

They both grin, as if they're in on joke that you're not aware of.

Fuck.

You forgot your apartment was sending plumbers today to fix that leak in your kitchen.

"Hi," you meekly whisper. Their hungry stares and curled up lips send a throb through your already slicked cunt. Your shorts clinging to the dampness coursing between your thighs.

You move to the side, inviting them in. Your own eyes landing on their bulges, mouth watering as you feel your arousal leak down the front of your shorts.

"We're here because of that," the one with the white hair steps in first, sunglasses perched in his hair. His eyes not leaving from your body even as his shoulders brush past to enter your home, "…leak." You hear the chuckle wrapped around his words.

"Just show us where the pipe needs to go," he continues, his partner following behind him. The warmth of the man tickling your chest as his thick arm brushes against your midsection.

He looks down at you, ruby irises flickering with a genuine interest causing warmth to pool the lining of your gut. He cocks his head, steps heavy and slow keeping his eyes locked on yours.

His partner has stepped full into your house, the tool box you seemed to look over catering on the marble of your counter.

"Sukuna," the pink haired mumbles. He looks away for a second, eyes tacked on his companion, "that's Gojo."

You nod, eyes narrowed on the way his adam's apple bobs in his throat and the tattoos stretch across his face so delicately.

He smirks, completely in your house following where Gojo is in your kitchen. His blue eyes roaming the open floor plan — hand braced on the counter as they bounce off the beams of your ceiling, following the walls to where your living room stands.

"So," Gojo starts again. You shut the front door, feet leading you to where the two men take up space in your kitchen. Your hip pressing into the hardness of your counter. "Wanna show us where that leak is coming from?"

You nod, feeling too hot to speak. Knowing your words will be mingled with slight gasps and honeyed moans. All you can do is shake your head in response and watch as their eyes continue to trail down your body.

Gojo chuckles to himself, walking around your island. Sukuna stays put, right by the cabinet of your sink — your legs brushing against his as you reach over to open it.

Your breath hitches, listening to Gojo's steps wandering into your living room. Breathing becoming a little harder as you look up at Sukuna, planting a smirk on your lips as you bend from your hips — ass high in the air, shorts molding around your puffy folds. Your fingers wrapped around the handles, opening up the under sink cabinet.

"It's he-," you are cut off, one of Sukuna's thick palms landing on your hip bone as he shuffles to stand behind you. His pelvis pressed against the fat of your ass, a moan almost ripping from your chest when you feel his hardness.

"Show me," he whispers, his head falling forward, making you feel the heat of his breath on your shoulder blade. "Is it a gentle drip? Or does it gush?"

You shudder under the weight of him pushing against you. Your head in the cabinet, fingers grasping into the metal pipe. "It gushes," you breath out.

Your ears are still trying to follow Gojo's footsteps, a snicker trailing the thud of his boots on the wood floors. "Sukuna," Gojo calls out, the man behind you pressing into you a little harder. A shaky breath falling for your lips. "Look at what was out for us to see," your eyes shoot open, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you remember.

Your fucking vibrator was on the couch. The one that your fingers couldn't reach for. The one that should be on your throbbing clit right now, your pussy flooding at the thought of just the first setting.

Sukuna's hands tighten around your hips as you push back, your cunt trying to cling on to his clothed girth. "Did we interrupt something, miss?"

You weakly moan, your ass starting to grind against him. "Maybe."

The room is filled with both their chuckles, deep and thick. You turn your head, getting a look of Sukuna's thick legs pressed into yours. Gojo's slender body coming from around the island, one of his lithe hands grabbing the tent in between his legs through the material of his uniform.

You can feel Sukuna turning his head, facing his partner. "Dispatcher didn't tell us that we would be dealing with two leaks," he gruffly says. His hand is firm on your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh — his pelvis driving into you, making you feel his shaft along your clothed cunt. Your body trembling from the heat that's coursing through your pussy and staining in between your thighs.

It was quick. Your shorts thrown over the counter you're currently laying on, back flushed against the coolness of the marble. Your cunt glistening with heat as your thighs are spread wide. The two men hungrily staring at the mess between your legs. Tongues rolling over their bottom lips, their fingers gripping into your skin.

One of your legs is thrown over Gojo's shoulder. His arm wrapped around your thigh as he keeps your leg open wide enough to try to fit both men between you. Sukuna presses your other leg down, your knee squished against your tit as your foot lays flat on his hard abdomen.

"Show us exactly what the pipe was doing," Gojo grins down at you, his eyes flickering to his partner. Sukuna's eyes are stuck in between your thighs, lip tucked between his teeth.

Without warning, two thick digits glide down your folds. A long stripe down from your quivering clit to your clenched entrance. Your back arches, breath hitching in your throat as you watch through lidded eyes. Chin tucked to your chest, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Your hands grabbing at the fingers gripping your legs.

One of Gojo's hands start to roam on your chest, calloused palms roughly brushing against your hardened nipples. "Aren't you happy that we came just in time?" He asks, a smug smirk stretched on his face as he rolls one of your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The other hand grips deeper into your thigh, his fingers squeezing into the tender skin.

Your swallow a moan, your eyes bouncing from cerulean to crimson ones. A pale face to one sketched with tattoos. Your body folding into the heat of their bodies touching yours. Sukuna's fingers still slowly dragging along your labia — index and middle finger following the length of your lips and gathering slick whenever they meet at your entrance. Parting you wide enough that the cool air from the marble under you meets the heat of your sex. His fingers lubricated with enough of your juices that it feels like his digits belong against your cunt.

Sukuna's palm pushes your leg deeper, your knee presses against your beating chest. Your hips lifting in anticipation as his fingers start to drag a little harder, coming up and now pressing against your clit. Rough, slow, deliberate circles, each pass of his fingers feeling every twitch as you let out breathy moans. "I'll be happier if you two can fix my leak," you say, watching Sukuna's lips curl into a hungry grin.

A rough rub of your clit, your hips weakly lifting off the marble with the added weight of both men holding you down. Your pussy clenching as the pink haired one inches his fingers slowly to where you want him most, Gojo's hand is still groping at your perky tits. Teasing touches causing heat to roll in the bottom of your stomach, toes curling against Sukuna's chest and Gojo's broad shoulder.

"I think we have to ask," Gojo starts, his lips brushing chaste kisses against your calf. Sukuna's fingers gently circling your quivering entrance — the faux softness of their actions giving you a false sense of relaxation. "Did you remember we were coming?"

Before you can answer, shake your head no, a broken gasp leaves your lips. Eyes shutting as your hips buck up. Sukuna pushing not two, but three digits into your cunt — stretching you out until he's knuckle deep. Your hands rushing to grab onto something, whether it was his wrist or Gojo's hand still roaming your tits.

"Fuck," you croak out. Your legs spread open wider by the the two men in front of you. Your clenched sex swallowing Sukuna's fingers as he pumps them in and out, your hips angling higher as he curls whenever he's deep enough.

Your hands grabs at your own thighs, nails scratching at their hands holding you down. The sound of your pussy sloppily clamping down around every deep thrust, the pass of his fingers pressing just right making your thighs tremble and your mouth water. You hear the shuffle of the uniform and a click of a tongue. "Look at us," and you do, eyes slowly peeking opening. Sukuna's fingers still grinding against the warmth of you walls.

Next to his partner, Gojo hungrily takes in the sight of your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. You didn't notice the absence of his hands, not squeezing and pulling at your taut tits anymore, your mind so focused on the curl of thick fingers against your gummy walls. The obscene sounds of your moans and the sloshing of thick fingers pumping into you rings loud — louder than the shuffling of your pink vibrator being pulled out of Gojo's pocket.

"Show us how you were going to use this."

Your fingers twitching as Gojo slides the toy into one of your palms, you let out a strangled moan, "you- fuck." Gojo's creeping back to pull at your pebbled nipple again. Your hips lifting and pushing down on Sukuna's thrusting fingers even more. Your slick leaking down your thighs and the palm of his hand. "You two want me to show you a lot."

Sukuna chuckles, his fingers bucking into you faster, harder, "we're visual learners, baby." Digits dragging along the mold of your walls, your cunt clamping down every time they curl. A pressure is building right in the bottom of your gut, each rub of his knuckles gliding in and out of your sloshing pussy intensifying the feeling.

Stuttering moans roll from your swollen lips, your fingers weakly pressing the one switch, setting the vibrator to its first setting. You were well aware that you were close from just the depth of the salmon haired man's fingers.

"I'll help you," a laugh slips from Gojo, his hands trailing from your tits once more, wrapping around your wrist. His grip is hard enough to be demanding as he guides your hand to your your trembling clit. The vibrating toy pressing to your bundle of nerves ripping a scream from your throat. "There we go," he coaxes, deft hand keeping your wrist still as the toy shudders against you, "you still have to show us that gush."

A hot flush raises from the expanse of your pussy up to your ears, your toes curling and long strings of loud moans and cries ripping from your chest. Your thighs trembling under the press of their bodies as you watch them eye the way your cunt leaks down on to your counter.

Your walls seize around Sukuna's fingers, the thick digits still grinding against your walls, each thrust fucking into you deeper. Your clit is throbbing under you and Gojo's hand, the pulsating rubber toy sending waves knock out even louder scream crawling from your chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you yell out, hips trying to buck off the marble. Your legs wobbly as that burn in your gut blossoms right under Sukuna's curled fingers. And you feel it, your stomach tightening and walls clenching around his fingers even tighter. Clit throbbing as your head drives into the counter below you. "It's co-coming, fuck."

One more pump of his curled fingers, your pussy spasming around his fingers. A gush of liquid squirting out of your cunt, splashing against their blue uniforms and the tents in their pants. Slick leaking down your thighs, on his fingers, on the counter below you and even splashing on the floor near their boots.

Your moans are loud, breathy and harsh as you try to gather your breath. Vibrator still throbbing against your twitching clit making you see stars as your cunt flutters around Sukuna.

"Shit," Sukuna speaks lowly, deep. He pulls his fingers out, your pussy squelching around his knuckles sliding out. Chest heaving as you lift your head, eyes following every movement between your legs. You watch with baited breath, Sukuna bringing his slicked fingers up to the front of his face. "Looks like we have out work cut out for us," he chuckles and you feel it against your foot.

"Messy girl," he mumbles, tongue rolling over his bottom lip. Gojo watches with hungry eyes, his fingers digging into your thigh as he holds onto you like an anchor.

Gojo's hand drops from your wrist, grabbing Sukuna's tattooed one, bringing it closer to his own face. Pairs of eyes watching as his fingers glisten from your pussy. "Fuck," Gojo mutters, his grip tightening around Sukuna's wrist, "what a fucking mess." And despite Sukuna's furrowed brows, Gojo brings his fingers to his mouth. His lips wrapping around the thick digits as he bobs his head down, his cheeks hallowing around them, groaning as he swallows the taste of you.

Jittery fingers still hold on to the vibrating toy, tucking it into the side of your thigh as your body twitches from the aftershocks. Your foot that's been arched against Sukuna's chest slides down, settling softly on his girth. His eyes narrowing as they drop from Gojo's tongue lapping over his digits to where your foot is rubbing against his bulge.

"I wanna taste," you nod towards Gojo, his head pulling up with a pop as he removes his lips off of his associate's fingers. They stand thick, and wet with spit and your slick.

Gojo wastes no time, grabbing you from the tank top that's limp around your waist, pulling you further down the counter. Your legs dropping from their upper bodies as you lean up on your elbows. Watching them, watch you, through batted lashes and a flush inching up your face.

Blue eyes lean in, the heat of his breath fanning across your face as you feel his length press into your bare leg. He doesn't talk, just a smug grin and his index finger crawling up to tap you on your lips. Sukuna next to him watches quietly, wet fingers molding into your thigh.

You smile back, opening your mouth slightly. Gojo's hand weaving around your jaw as he forces you to open a little wider. A wad of warm spit hitting your tongue, your lips instantly closing as you let out a moan.

Before you can swallow, have the taste of your pussy wash down your throat — Sukuna pulls you up, hand wrapped around your neck as he leans in. Gojo is watching with a grin as he leans in as well. A clash of lips and tongues roll out as they meet in a kiss. Hands roaming down your chest, your soaked thighs. Your hands trailing down hard chests and even harder cocks. Teeth tugging on bottom lips, and tongues rolling against the warmth of another. Your hips grinding against the hardness of the counter, the vibrator falling to the ground as it slightly thumps against the tiles.

Sukuna pulls away first, eyes hooded and lustful. "This may be the best job we had all week."

Your knees are pressed into the cool tile of your kitchen. From the corner of your eye, the cabinet with your busted pipe stays open — no sign of any work happening to it. In front of of you, Sukuna stands kneeling — his cock freed out of the restraints of his uniform. You stare wide eyed and open mouthed at the thick length of his pretty dick — it stands long, hard and thick, a slight curve to the left and his bulbous tip dribbles with precum. One of his hands wraps around the base of his shaft, tufts of pinkish hair blooming from his fist.

Your eyes trail the protruding vein on the underside of his shaft, up to his chest still clad in that uniform, up to where he watches you with ruby irises and his tongue tucked into his cheek. "What a cock," you smile sweetly at him, pushing your hips back as you feel Gojo start to get comfortable between your legs. "Just what I asked for."

Behind you, Gojo's hands splay against your ass cheeks. Air rushing to the slick that's pooling at your cunt. "Was she tight?" he mumbles as you feel him shuffle, hips brushing against you as you feel the girth of his settling between your folds. Every inch of him pressed close, you can feel the drip of his precum as he slightly ruts against your core. His mushroom tip nudging between your puffy lips, as his hands firmly grip.

You let out a meek cry, you hips pushing back as you feel his hardness against your warmth. You want to throw your head back, give him a narrowed look and tell him to fuck you already — but your eyes on locked on the crimson ones in front of you, pussy dripping from the way his cock twitches near your wet lips.

"Can still feel her pussy gripping my fingers."

Your hands are laid flat on the floor, keeping yourself balanced between the two men. You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head of his cock. Still staring at him through your lashes, his tongue still tucked in the inside of his cheek. The hand on his length moving up in a slightly jerking movement. You smile, placing another kiss, your swollen lips painted with the drip of his precum. Then, your tongue flattens against the underside of his cock feeling the pulse from his thick vein, earning you a sharp inhale from above.

"Damn," Sukuna groans, one of his hands reaching for the nape of your neck as you work your tongue along his shaft. He presses deep against the side of your neck, a gasp tumbling out your mouth before you move up. Your warm mouth wrapping around his leaking tip, sucking softly. Your tongue flicking his slit as his hips start to push forward. "Mouth is just as warm as your pussy."

With his hands still gripping your ass, you feel a wad of warm spit rolling down your ask crack to where you pussy leaks. "I'm about to feel just how warm it is myself," Gojo chuckles, your cunt clenching at the glob of spit rolling down to meet the slick staining his cock pressed against you.

You push back, you mouth still sucking on the tip of Sukuna's thick cock. You're not given any warning, just the stretch of your pussy as Gojo buries himself. Pushing you down, your mouth enveloping Sukuna's dick. Gojo's hands are still gripping your ass, spreading your cheeks far apart that you're sure he can see how your walls flutters around him when he pushes deeper into your slicked entrance. A groan ripping from his chest as he starts to pound into you.

The angle perfect, shaft thick and deep, slamming fast and rough. Your moans mumbled from the weight of Sukuna's cock on your tongue as you drool around him, tongue rolling around his tip whenever you pull back far enough to have it move from down your throat. Gojo's pelvis smacks into your tailbone, ass jiggling under his heavy grip. Each slam making you swallow more of Sukuna, pant a little heavier, arousal leaking down your thighs and onto his heavy balls clamping against your clit with every thrust.

"Lil' slut wanted her leak fixed," Sukuna grits out, the hand wrapped around the back of your neck holds your head in place. Gojo's thrusts doing all the work to push your warm mouth further down the thickness of his cock. "Looks like you'd be draining us instead." You look up with teary eyes, stomach twisting as you try to let out a strangled moan. Your mouth too stuffed with cock, your nose brushing against his hand that's still stroking along the area your mouth hasn't swallowed.

Your cunt clenches around the cock pumping into you. Gojo's hips snapping into you almost erratically, hard and punishing. "Fuck," he groans behind you, the hands gripping your ass move. One holding your hip tightly, the other one sliding softly against the underside of your ass. Fingers tickling as they tap along the bounce of your ass. "She's so fucking tight," one very rough buck of his hips sends your knees skidding slightly against the tile. Sukuna's cock hitting your gag reflex causing you to gurgle around his thickness. Drool dribbling from the sides of your mouth and spilling down your chin, chest, and his dick pressing against your tongue. "Think her asshole is just as tight?"

Your eyes shut, stomach rolling as you get stuffed from both holes. Your nipples hardening as you feel yourself gush around Gojo, creaming around the shaft of his cock as you swallow back the moans. Lips tautly wrapped around Sukuna, as his partner drills himself into you sloshing pussy — his thrusts becoming ever harder. You feel his free hand still roaming your ass, his fingers gliding down your wet crack. His spit acting as lubricant as his finger circles your clenching rim before stretching you open.

"Fuck, let me feel how she'd grip my cock," Sukuna's groans, one of his palms smacking the side of your face, the sting from his hand connecting on your skin as you moan around his length. Cheeks hallowing, spit pooling from your lips as Gojo's brutal thrust pushes you deeper, the tip of Sukuna's dick nudging at the back of your throat. He bucks his hips, the tears brimming at your lash line now falling as the new motion pushes you even further down his shaft. "Can you take two pipes at once?"

"I know a whore like her could," Gojo's hips slap against your ass. His hefty cock sliding along your walls as he pistons in and out — your cunt clenching around him as his balls slap against your clit every time he buries himself deeper into cunt. His hands curls into your hair and shoving you further down Sukuna's dick. The sounds of your slick sputtering around his cock and your throat gagging from the force of shaft lodged in your throat makes you almost cum, the burning feeling in your belly growing with each meet of skin on skin.

Then Gojo pulls out, a queef fluttering out of your slippery pussy. His hand in your hair pulling you off of Sukuna's dick, strings of saliva leaking down your chin and onto your tits. "Take us both," the man behind you demands arching your neck so that you staring right back at the man in front of you. His hand that was on your hip dips down, slapping your cunt causing you to shiver. "Let my partner feel just how tight that cunt is."

Gojo is below you, your back to him as you start to squat down. His hands holding your ass cheeks spread wide, as you lower yourself — asshole hovering over the thick tip of his cock. Your arms are behind you, hands flat on his chest as you slowly descend.

The pressures of his tip pressed against your clenched hole is different, new. Your cunt leaks at the thought of feeling it stretch you from behind, your hips dropping down a little quicker to finally feel him inside. With one hand on your hip, the other around the base of his cock — he helps guide you down. His cock pushing in as you drop with a long string of mewls and whimpers.

Your breath hitches as you feel himself bury into you, inch by inch. Your body falling forward as his length drives into your tight, fluttering hole. Your plush ass pressed against his pelvis as he bottoms out — both of you letting out strangled moans as your slick slips down to where his balls lay.

"Oh, f-fuck me," he blows out, long exhale steaming out of his nose as he gets used the tightness his cock is nestled in. Your eyes jump from between your legs to the quiet man standing just a few feet away. His eyes hungry following the way your tits raise with each baited breath, his hand wrapped around his cock as his thumb works over the slit. Sukuna using your spit to mix with his precum to keep his shaft slicked with wetness. "Lean back, baby," Gojo drags you from watching Sukuna's hand on his pretty cock, pale hands tapping your hips. "Show him just how wet you are."

You move your arms, bringing them around to hook under your thighs as you slowly lean back. The slow incline of your body making the stretch of Gojo's cock feel deeper, your head falling back on his shoulder with a breathy gasp. Your back flushed against his solid chest, your nails digging into the underside of your plush legs.

One of Gojo's hands snake around your jaw, holding your head still as he starts to pepper rough kisses down your sweat slicked skin. His hips slowly rolling up, burrowing his thick cock even deeper into your clenched asshole. The buck of his hips slow, but deep enough that you feel the throb of his tip with every inch your hole swallows.

"Jesus," you huff out, fingers biting into your legs. Head spinning from the press of his pelvis against your ass, his lips leaving burning kisses on your bare skin — your ears don't pick up on the heavy steps of Sukuna stalking over. You don't realize he has joined until you feel his own thick hands pressing into the fat of your legs. Your eyes flicking open to see him once again kneeling in front of you, his cock flushed against your folds as he lines himself up to your core. His tip brushing against your sensitive clit, making your hands almost fly off your legs and a yelp brush pass your lips.

"I don't think I could trust you," Sukuna starts muttering, his voice gravelly and wet. Gojo's hips are still slowly rolling into yours, your cunt dripping from the pleasure coursing through your body. "I'm going to hold your legs down myself." Sukuna continues, his large hands pressing into your thighs, pushing you down into Gojo's chest. The stretch of your thighs being held open wide burns, causing you to whimper.

"Sukuna," Gojo groans. His kisses becoming a little more rough, tongue rolling down the sweat that is drenching your body. "Fuck her before I cum."

You whimper something incoherent. Gojo's hips stopping their movements as his cock stays hard and deep within your ass. Sukuna looks down at you, all smug and lips curling into a grin. His dick pressing into your entrance, slowly stretching you out as your thighs start to spasm under his touch. Your slippery cunt clenching down as he fills you up inch by tortuous inch.

"Such a good girl taking us both," Sukuna chuckles before he pushes himself fully. Your honeyed walls rippling around his length as he starts to slowly gliding himself along your warmth. "All you needed was a new pipe and here you are taking fuckin' two," he drags his cock out slow — only to slam back in, deep and hard. sharper. crueler.

A moan gets stuck in your chest as his thumbs dig into you. His cock buried deep and he starts to pull out again, leaving only his throbbing tip swallowed by your clenched entrance. Your hands grab for his, nails digging into the tattoos wrapped around his wrist.

"Good thing," you pause, swallowing that knot in your throat. Gojo is letting out quiet groans, his hand hard around his jaw — keeping your head still to stare directly into the tattooed face of his partner. "I showed you guys that it gushes," Sukuna's lips curl and you feel his cock twitch at your entrance, his hips lightly bucking, pushing him in a little deeper. "So, you'd know what to do." You whisper, your pussy rushing with slickness as Sukuna's hips smacking into yours causes Gojo's cock to move as well.

His girth pushed in to the hilt, your cunt leaking down his shaft as his hips begin to grind. He pushes in deeper, making sure you feel every thick inch as your pussy pulses around him, soaking wet and overstimulated. Gojo below feeling the way your clenched hole spasms around him with every smack of his partner's strong hips into yours.

He continues to brutally rut into you, sweat dripping down the sides of his pink hair and onto his temples. The sounds of skin on skin on skin are loud and wet — your slopping core swallowing every inch that gets burrowed into your warmth.

Your moans are teetering on overdramatized screams, as you keep your eyes locked on the crimson ones above you. His balls smacking the plush on your ass with every singing thrust that he fucks into you, his grip on your thighs almost painful as you gush around his cock. Your slick warming up Gojo's dick that's grinding against the walls of your tight ass.

"I want to watch her when we cum."

You're tired, breathing hard as you stare up at the two men standing in front of you. One of your hands is playing with your tits, rolling and pulling at your hard nipples as you brush against them. Your other hand buried between your thighs as your thumb softly presses against your quivering clit, sliding side to side.

Their hands are wrapped around their cocks, wrists twisting as they jerk their slicked stained shafts towards you. Sukuna tugging his cock harshly, rolling his hand up and down, thumb stopping at his bulbous tip for a second to rub at his slit before he glides it back down his length. His chin is tucked into his chest, teeth biting into his bottom lip, eyes watching the way your thumb plays with your clit and the shock that it sends up your body. Making your tits bounce with the movement.

Gojo's head is thrown back, strong neck stained red as he beats his cock fast. Wrist moving up and down as his swollen, mushroom tip twitches from the need to explode. Balls taut below his shaft, swinging with each pass of his hand. "Fuck," he bites out. Feet shuffling closer as he angles the head of his cock go where your thumb and index finger is tugging on your left tit. One more jerk, and your chest is hit with the warmth of his seed. Warm, white strings of cum spilling down the valley of your breasts and onto your fingers. "Shit," he pants heavily, "perfect place to cum." He groans as his hand still ruts along his shaft, a gentle drip of cum still spilling out of his throbbing tip.

You rub your clit a little harder, short whimpers meeting the sounds of their groans and hands working against their cocks. You switch from watching Gojo's reddened neck and lithe fingers around his member to Sukuna. Crimson eyes watching the cum drip down to where your thumb is still rolling against your bundle of nerves, your back arching every time you rub a little too harshly.

"Come here," he hisses, his free hand grabbing your hair to bring your face closer to his thighs. "Going to bust on this pretty lil' face," he grumbles, his wrist twisting faster and harder. His cock twitching as you breath near the tip, the heat of his sex brushing against your flushed skin. "Going to bust right on this fucking fa-," he's cut off by the cum shooting from his dick right onto your face.

Your eyes shutting closed as you feel the thickness of his cum spill down from your eyebrow, past your lashes, and onto your flushed cheeks. You feel the air from his hand still jerking, cum continuing to rush down the side of your face.

"Fuck," he mumbles, the hand in your hair gripping a little tighter. Your eyes shooting open from the pain, only to be met with a smug grin and his cock still throbbing within eyesight. "Should we go fix that pipe for you now?"

"Cut."

The click of cameras turning off and bodies roaming around the set breaks into your heavy breathing. "Fuck, Kuna," eyes blinking away cum as you swallow down your final moans. You look up at him, eyes narrowed and slight annoyance wrapping around your shoulders. "I told you not near my lashes." He stays above you, grinning down as his fingers start to rub into the cum running down your cheek. Digits collecting enough of his thick seed, splaying it against your lips. Your tongue peeking out to taste the saltiness of his cum as you send him an eye roll.

Gojo's cum starts to dry on your tits, dripping slowly to where your knees press into the floor. You hear him step away. The swish of his uniform mingling with rush of the crew cleaning up behind you guys. "I knew you'd be good," he starts, his steps heavy as he walks towards the sink. "But, fuck. I don't think anyone has taken us both so well."

"He's not wrong," Sukuna mutters, fingers running along your bottom lip wanting to be let in. Your teeth nip at his fingers as you start to rub at the cum drying up on your chest.

The sound of the faucet rings into the little stare-off you're having with the burly man rubbing his cum into your skin, his cock still flushed and hard — ready to take you again at any moment. "You're annoying," you bat your lashes up at him, his grin growing.

"Shit," Gojo hisses, and everyone's head snaps to where he stands at the sink. Water sputtering out from the pipe, the open cabinet giving it the space to rush and pool at his feet. "I think you guys need to bring in real plumbers."

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The after party is as wild as you’d imagined it would be. The ritziness and glam of the actual fashion show can hardly be found here. It’s all thumping loud music, raunchy dancing and paraphernalia scattered across various surfaces. 

Looking for sweaty bodies bumping and grinding in off the runway Dior? You’ll find it here. 

Want to catch someone snorting a line in vintage Chanel? Just turn your head in any direction, really. 

Can you see a pair of this season’s YSL heels peeking out from around the corner where someone is on their knees giving the sloppiest blowjob? Absolutely.

And it’s your job to make sure that what’s happening here never sees the light of day.

You love scandal, because it gives you a job, pays your bills and keeps your lights on and food in your fridge. As long as some celebrity is getting into shit they’re not supposed to, you’ll always have a job. But outside of work, you loathe scandal, avoid it at all costs because the biggest cost would be your career. Sure, you’ve joined in on the fun, partook in scandalous behavior from time to time, but you’re always careful. There are never any traces, never any receipts, never any damning evidence that could lead back to you.

No one will ever know that you spent a weekend in Bali with famous pop musician Satoru Gojo while his wife waited patiently for him to return from “filming” a new music video.

They will also never know about your brief tryst with his best friend, Suguru Geto in Nara, Seoul and Bora Bora. Not even Satoru.

And your romantic holiday trip with award winning actress Yuki Tsukumo? As far as everyone else knows, it never happened.

See, you were that damn good at your job. That’s why you were the head of your PR team, after all. It’s why you knew exactly where to direct your videographer to point their camera. You spot the rolled dollar bills and white lines before they can react, finger pushing the camera sideways to focus on something else.

Lo and behold, it points to a group of models standing casually off to the side of the party as they mingle with guests. You recognize one face among the crowd, those deep purple bags beneath his eyes highlighted by the flashing neon lights.

It’s Choso, a model, with his hair up in space buns, a part of his styling. He’s dressed to the nines in the most stylish streetwear of the season, his signature Prada combat boots on. 

You’ve known Choso for quite some time, often running into each other at these afterparties. Years ago, in the early hours of the morning, you’d clumsily attempted a drunk hookup. Every kiss, every touch, every attempt to work each other up to something more amounted to nothing. It ended with you both tangled in each other’s arms, falling apart with laughter. And so, you’d decided you were better off as friends, and had become quite close since. It worked better for you both that way. You just weren’t into each other like that.

But Choso has been a good friend to you. You often find yourself hanging out together after the chaos of the fashion show has died down and a new session of mayhem has begun for the afterparty. You haven’t seen him in months, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference because Choso spots you easily behind the camera and waves you over to his group of friends.

“Haven’t seen you since Paris,” he calls out to you as you approach. He slings an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know! I’ve missed you!” You yell back. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, not too bad at all. Dating someone now!”

You lean back in his hold, brows rising to your hairline. “You? In a relationship?” 

You’re shocked. You’ve seen Choso go through different women, but never heard him refer to whoever he was seeing as dating. He nods, just as one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on approaches you two. Her lips quirk into a pretty smile and you can tell right away that she’s not a model. The smile is far too genuine, but that’s not to say she couldn’t be one if she wanted. She’s stunning, with smooth caramel brown skin and braids that fall down her back, and big brown eyes that you can already see Choso getting lost in as he pulls away from you to wrap his arms around her waist. He peers down at her, the awe apparent in his gaze. Like he just can’t believe he’s got her.

“Hey, babe,” he mutters just before his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss.

Oh, he’s in love, love.

Choso introduces you to his babe, Kamila and she’s as sweet as she looks. But you don’t get to talk to her much, because Choso is not willing to spend any time he’s not obligated to away from his love. You don’t blame him. She’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile, watching as Choso and his girlfriend completely forget they’re at this party together, surrounded by people. 

Which is fine, because it’s about time to wrap it up yourself so that you and your crew can also take time to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

Turning to your associate, you signal for them to hand you their camera. They quickly switch it off before placing it in your hands. “Go party,” you tell them, dismissing them for the night. “Nothing crazy,” you add. “And if it gets crazy, make sure there’s nothing that can be traced back to the company. And if something happens that can be traced back to the company, call me.”

They know the rules. They’re the same ones you follow and the same ones the company practically beat into your skull when you were first brought on. So far, they’ve worked for you. No one has been able to outsmart any of you. Your team is solid.

“Got it boss,” your cameraman exclaims. Then they’re off to get into whatever trouble the night has in store for them.

And while you’re pondering what trouble you can get into, it seems to find you first.

“Boss, huh?” A sweet voice questions behind you. You spin around to see Choso and his girlfriend are now nowhere in sight. Instead, you’re face to face with two of the most alluring women you’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re dressed in skin tight dresses that leave little to the imagination, their long legs exposed and damn they look good. You recognize them from the show and from the model roster.

The beautiful slender one with the cute little beauty mark beneath one of her tired eyes – Shoko Ieiri. She’s got a bit of an intimidating aura and a smile that has your heart pounding rapidly behind your ribcage. She’s a bit scary. And admittedly, you find it sexy. 

You’ve never spoken to Shoko. The models are usually too busy working and racing around backstage to have much time to mingle. By the time the show’s over, they’re either back in their rooms or out at whatever party they can get into. But have also never heard anything negative about Shoko from any contacts in the industry, which speaks volumes to you. You hear everything. It’s easy for anyone to get their hands on anything if they try hard enough.

When there’s nothing to find, it means they’re good at keeping their dirt swept under the rug. Those are the types of people you get along best with.

Then, there’s the slightly shorter one, with a rough scar that runs from one side of her face to the other in contrast to her soft features – Utahime Iori. She’s as striking as Shoko – curvy and looks soft in all the right places. 

Again, nothing crazy about Utahime. You’ve heard she’s quite the hothead, which would be quite interesting if it were true. She has a less intimidating air about her. Her big brown eyes make her seem sweeter than the woman standing beside her. It makes her all the more intriguing to you.

Regardless, they both have their pretty gazes on you and for a split second, you feel the roles reverse. In this world, you’re at the top of the food chain. Everyone else is the prey. Because you could spin any story, take any insult slung your way and crush your target. Because no one had anything on you. But for some reason, as these two women stare you down, Utahime with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and Shoko puckering her lips around the butt of a cigarette, you feel like they could destroy you.

And if there’s one thing you love, it’s a woman who feels dangerous.

So when Shoko asks if you’d like to join her and Utahime for some drinks, you really can’t say no. And you don’t want to.

- - - - - - - - -

“What’d you think of the show?” Utahime asks eagerly. You’re all seated on one of the expensive velvet sofas on the second floor of this club. Shoko has made herself comfortable, leaning back against the arm of the chair. And you’ve made yourself even more comfortable, seated between her long legs and leaning against Shoko’s chest while Utahime sits next to you, idly playing with your fingers.

You take a slow sip of your drink. It’ll probably be your last for the night. From the moment you laid eyes on these two, you knew what direction you wanted the night to go. You want to be sober enough to enjoy it.

Utahime peers up expectantly at you with those big brown eyes of hers, long lashes curling cutely and it makes your cheeks heat. The alcohol is not helping with how easily your body is responding.

“It was really good,” you finally answer. Utahime beams, a little smile beginning to grow on her lips.

“Really?” She asks, and you nod. “We did good?”

Behind you, you feel the vibration of Shoko’s chuckle rumble against your back. And as you stare down into Utahime’s eyes, it’s clear why.

Okay. This one likes praise, you note mentally. You nod again. “So good.” And you’re unable to stop the smile forming on your lips when Utahime’s grin widens. She looks over to Shoko, who lazily takes a drag of another cigarette, blowing her smoke out of the side of her mouth to avoid suffocating you. Her long fingers trail absentmindedly up and down your arm as she listens to you and Utahime continue on about the show.

You’ve noticed that Shoko isn’t very talkative. She’s more observant than anything and while that would usually bother you, there’s something about Shoko that puts you at ease. Like you can put your life in her hands and can be confident you would be alright. Maybe it’s because everything around you is always so busy, always so loud. Her silence feels grounding amongst the chaos. 

But you also find her silence a little funny since she and Utahime seem to be so close. Utahime seems more the party type than Shoko does. She’s outgoing and friendly, warm and inviting. It’s such a stark contrast to Shoko, and yet they’re always with each other. Even earlier in the night, if Shoko went to the bar, Utahime was right behind her, telling you they’d be right back before chasing after her. If Utahime wanted to dance, Shoko was next to her. You suppose opposites do attract.

You suspect they’re more than just colleagues or friends and you file that tidbit away in your mind. If the night is headed where you want it to go, where you suspect it’s going to go, you need to collect any pertinent information you can beforehand. 

Just in case.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans, leaning forward suddenly to smash her half finished cigarette into the ashtray on the side table next to her. “All this noise is making my head hurt.”

Utahime nods in agreement. “It has been a long day…” She sits straighter, grasping your hand tightly she asks, “Should we get going?”

Damn, you think. You’re a little disappointed to think the night is ending here. “Are you two heading home?” You’re sure the frown on your face is clear, even in the darkness of the venue. You don’t want them to go yet.

Shoko snorts, shaking her head. She leans back against the chair, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back onto her. “No,” she breathes, and she’s so close to your ear, you can feel her breath ghost along your skin, can smell the faint mixture of nicotine and spearmint. “We don’t live anywhere near here,” she explains, fingers gliding along your skin again. “Hime and I got a reservation at one of those onsen hotels up the street.”

“It’s really nice from the pictures I saw online,” Utahime adds, a cheerful lilt to her tone when she speaks. “Can’t wait to get there.”

You can feel the shift in the atmosphere when those words leave her lips. The air is thick, heavy. You’re familiar with this feeling. You know it all too well, and your heart races in your chest. Behind you, you feel Shoko’s body tense up briefly before she relaxes.

Then Utahime is crawling along your form, moving closer to you, closer and closer, and you think she’s going to try and kiss you. And damn it, you’d let her…if it was you she was aiming for. Instead, you watch, eyes blown wide with curiosity and honestly, desire as Utahime presses her plush lips to Shoko’s. Normally, you’d be elated to know your hunch was correct, that they were in fact more than friends, but you can’t seem to care when you see their lips connect. Their kiss is sweet at first, just a few light pecks, quiet sighs between them. Until Utahime grins into the kiss, pulling back slightly to giggle at the way Shoko’s brows knit together. Shoko frowns, bringing a hand up to grip Utahime’s long chocolate tresses.

“Don’t tease me, Hime,” she breathes through gritted teeth. Then she’s pulling Utahime’s face to hers, smashing their lips together for a messy, passionate kiss. And all you can do is watch as their tongues slip into each other’s mouths, breaths heavy as they quietly moan into each kiss. It’s so sexy, the way Utahime whimpers. How Shoko nips at Utahime’s already swollen lips. How Shoko pulls you tighter against her, pressing your ass against her groin.

You’re not sure if it’s the drinks you’ve had with these girls, the cigarettes or the scent of their perfumes that has your head swimming. Hell, maybe it’s a mixture of it all, but you’re so turned on watching these beautiful women kissing in front of you. All of their lust being poured into each slot of their lips, every groan and whimper between them, it’s all so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together, prompting a soft chuckle from the woman behind you. Shoko breaks away from the kiss, releasing her hold on Utahime’s hair who pouts cutely, sitting back on her knees.

“Don’t look so sad, Hime,” Shoko coos. She turns her attention back to you. “Just seemed like someone wanted to join us.”

And you do. You want to join them real fucking bad.

But when Shoko leans forward, just trying to press a kiss to your neck, your brain suddenly crawls out of the fog. You’re out in the open, in a compromising position with two models, at that. So you move, a hand flying up to push Shoko back a little.

Her brows furrow, head tilting in confusion and she releases her hold on you. “Oh– Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…I just thought–”

“No you’re right,” you reassure them. Your eyes dart around the venue, and while everyone is likely drugged up or too drunk out of their minds to notice three girls feeling each other up in the club, you can never be too careful. “Just…not here. Let’s go back to your hotel.”

Shoko looks at Utahime, who stares at you two with eager eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. “Okay! Let’s go!”

- - - - - - - - -

Shoko checks you all into the hotel, and the room is as beautiful as you’d imagine it would be. There’s a main bedroom with a fluffy king bed ready to be slept in…or not. Off to the side of the room is a small dining area, and through large glass doors is the onsen bath, the water already run by the hotel staff for you. It screams luxury. You can see the steam curling from the water and god, if you couldn’t use a bath to wash away the day.

You set your bag and camera down on the dining table. Stretching your arms over your head, you take in the room, moving across the space. “This hotel is fucking incredible,” you gasp. “I can’t believe your agency spoils you guys like this.”

Shoko laughs, kicking her heels off and setting them in the little armoire by the entrance. “Right? I was surprised myself. Make yourself at home,” she tells you from the other side of the room.

She didn’t have to tell you twice. You couldn’t wait to crawl into that bed and – 

“What’s this for?”

You peek over your shoulder, eyes landing on Utahime fumbling around with the camera and panic sets in. You cannot lose that footage. “Please don’t touch that!” It comes out more forcefully than you intended and Utahime sets the camera down quickly, holding her hands up defensively. 

“Sorry!”

You rush toward her, only to be stopped in your tracks by Shoko, who places her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, relax. She was just looking.” She fixes you with a small smile, running her hands soothingly along your arms. And it does calm you, the earlier fear you felt melting away. “Be glad you caught her before she dropped it.” Shoko shakes her head, releasing your shoulders before she turns, moving towards the other woman. Utahime stands still, watching and waiting as Shoko slips behind her easily. Shoko’s fingers pinch the zipper of Utahime’s dress and drag it along the fabric until her dress slowly loosens around her chest and your gaze falls to the movement. “She can be careless sometimes,” Shoko speaks softly. Her fingers glide along Utahime’s collarbone, dragging down to the swell of her breasts. “Don’t mind her.” 

Shoko spins around, and Utahime follows, gently pushing Shoko’s hair aside. She presses a soft kiss to the back of Shoko’s neck and you watch as she trails kisses along the side of Shoko’s neck, pulling quiet sighs from the taller woman as she pulls the zipper until the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her bare slim form. Shoko turns back around and captures Utahime’s lips with hers, only breaking away to whisper, “Be more careful, okay?” before she’s back on her.

And all you can do is watch, the nerves you felt earlier about the camera now melted away. Beneath the soft lighting of the hotel room, they look like ethereal beings. Too innocent to be partaking in such salacious behavior. Arousal pools in your core as the vision of the two model’s tongues tangling sends you spiraling. Have you ever been so turned on, so eager to touch someone, to feel their body on yours? Even your nights spent with the most famous celebrities never had you so tempted to slip your hands into your panties.

It’s the way Shoko holds onto Utahime’s form against her own. How she reaches a hand up to pull down the loosened fabric against Utahime’s chest. How Utahime becomes exposed, her supple breasts falling gently. Utahime’s soft whimpers when the chill air ghosts along her pretty pink nipples, the buds puckering when Shoko rolls them gently between her fingers.

Shoko sighs, pulling away reluctantly. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers, hands kneading Utahime’s breasts. “So beautiful. My perfect girl.”

You can see the way Utahime’s eyes light up from across the room, a shy smile lifting the corners of her lips. “No, you,” she teases and Shoko chuckles.

Her heated gaze finds yours from across the room, how you’re watching them intently with desire clear in your eyes. Utahime follows her line of sight, and it’s clear to her what Shoko wants. She raises her hand, inviting you over to join. And you don’t hesitate. Like magnets drawn to each other, your legs carry you to them with ease.

Both women welcome you, the anticipation clear. They want this just as badly as you do, and for a moment, you wonder if their panties are just as soaked as yours. They’ve been kissing each other, touching each other, getting to taste and enjoy each other while you’ve gotten the pleasure of watching from the sidelines. Now you’re about to partake in these pleasures with them. You’re more excited than you care to admit.

Utahime takes your hand, guiding you closer and closer until you’re standing right in front of her. “Are you okay with this?” She asks, eyes locked on your parted lips and you nod your consent.

“Yes, I want this.”

Utahime’s bright eyes travel to Shoko, who watches you both with hardly concealed interest. 

“This stays here, though. Right?” 

You want to be sure before moving forward. Not that you were concerned, but better to have heard it with your own ears.

”Of course,” Shoko confirms. She bites down on her lip before looping an arm around your waist. Now she has both you and Utahime in her hold. “Now kiss her.”

The command has your core aching. You’ve wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like, tasted like, to kiss them. Didn’t matter who first or if it was both at the same time. You just wanted to feel their lips on yours.

And you do, when Shoko dips her head down to bury her face in your neck just as Utahime presses her mouth on yours. The moment their mouths connect with your skin, your body ignites with heat. Utahime is an amazing kisser. She has pretty, plush and soft lips that easily mold against yours. And she makes cute little noises when your tongues touch.

Shoko on the other hand, is a bit rougher, hungrier with her kisses. When she cups your cheek and breaks your kiss with Utahime by turning your head, she’s quick to nip at your lips. Her tongue slips into your mouth the second you let out a moan. While you and Shoko are heavily making out, Utahime takes this time to grab your hands, laying them against her large breasts.

“Touch me,” she sighs, squeezing your hands beneath hers and moaning at the applied pressure. 

You oblige, hands running lightly over the hardened buds and you revel in the way Shoko moans a quiet “I love the way you play with her tits…” into your mouth. “I wanna see you play with her pussy later.” You whimper into the kiss, her confession making your cheeks heat. You’ll admit, this is your first threesome. It’s hard to focus, your mind is so foggy with the arousal building in your core. It’s all too much – too much movement, too much touching, too much sound and way too much going on with your own body.

Your lips tingle, almost numb from how hard and greedily Shoko kisses you. Your skin vibrates with the way Utahime is practically helping you to play with her breasts. And your panties are probably dripping with arousal right now. You are desperate to cum.

“We should get into the bath,” Utahime groans when you cup her breasts. She leans forward, nudging Shoko away from your lips. Shoko gives her hardly any space at all, taking one side of your mouth while Utahime takes the other. Then it’s all three of your tongues tangling together in this sloppy, wet kiss. 

Though you’re all reluctant to break away, Shoko moves first, stepping back enough to grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you, forcing Utahime back as well. You’re all breathing heavily, flushed and aroused beyond measure, but you still nod. “Yeah, let's get in bath…” 

++++++++++

“Have you been with a woman before?” Shoko asks, lacing her fingers between yours as she guides you into her lap. You straddle her, though you don’t sit fully on her lap yet.

You’ve all slipped into the warmth of the deep hotel bathtub. Shoko sits half submerged on the bathtub’s built-in bench with her back against the tub’s wall. If your body was burning up before, it’s on fire now, your pulse racing after spending the last few minutes lathering each other’s bodies and kissing until your lips hurt.

“I have.”

Shoko’s brows rise, almost as if she’s surprised by the confirmation. “Two women?”

You shake your head. Nevertheless, Shoko grins as she asks, “Well? The one you’ve been with…How was it?” She pulls you closer, until your lips are hovering barely over hers, breaths mingling. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

The question hangs heavy between you two. It’s not as though answering this question would implicate you in any way, or give them any clues as to who the last woman you slept with was. So you answer honestly, just barely above a whisper. “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

Utahime giggles, gliding through the water to close the distance between you all. “She’s so cute, Shoko.” 

Shoko cups your face, eyes cast down to your lips. “She is, isn’t she?” She runs her thumb along your lip teasingly before she declares, “I can give you something better than pretty good.” 

“Yeah?” You challenge her.

“Yeah, she can,” Utahime confirms. “We can.” She closes the gap between you all, placing her hands on your waist from behind. You feel her wet breasts press against your back and your eyes flutter closed. Utahime is curvy in all the right places. You are no better than a man, more than turned on by the feeling of her pressed against you. Your absolute favorite part about her is her pretty, large breasts. You can’t wait to have her nipples in your mouth.

Utahime places light kisses along your skin, along your neck, moving so that she’s on her knees beside you and Shoko. She adjusts her height smoothly so that she sits a little taller, enough so that she can cup the back of your head and pull you to her chest. Your lips latch onto her nipple quickly, eagerly and she gasps, back arching and pushing her breast further into the cavern of your mouth. You hum against her, tongue rolling the pert bud. She tastes of the strawberry body wash you just rinsed off of her. You’re so distracted, moving back and forth between Utahime’s breasts that you don’t notice Shoko slipping a hand between the other woman’s thighs beneath the water. Not until Utahime cries out, hands coming up to find purchase on your shoulders. 

And Shoko, the bitch that she is, places her other hand on your thigh and guides you to sit down, mouth falling open with a soft moan when your hips connect under the bath water. Shoko rolls hips, brushing her core with yours and grinning as she watches your mouth fall agape against Utahime’s breast. She does it again, smiling wide when a small whimper falls from your lips. Then she keeps doing it, keeps grinding herself against you until your thighs are trembling, and you’re nothing but a puddle clinging to Utahime’s waist.

And Utahime, she’s not any better off. Shoko’s fingers are slowly working her towards her release. She’s already been pent up, teased and turned on since you’d all gotten together at the nightclub. Now, as Shoko scissors her fingers inside her sex, presses her palm to her clit, Utahime only inches closer to the edge. 

The smaller woman pushes you from her chest, her hands cupping your face so she can capture your lips with hers. And you’re so overstimulated, your mind reeling while the water sloshes with every thrust of Shoko’s hips. Shoko gently cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as she feels your clits brush against each other repeatedly. She sighs sweetly watching as you ride her, all while Utahime rides her hand while her lips slot against yours.

“You’re so soft,” Utahime breathes, tongue pushing past your lips to press against your own wet muscle. One hand finds the back of Utahime’s head, fingers tangling in her soft tresses and you hear Shoko moan beneath you, her hips slamming into yours. Your tongue tangles messily with Utahime’s, all saliva and groans as Shoko moves you against her. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. You can’t be bothered to care about the mess you’re all making. Not when this feels so good, not when Utahime kisses you like this, not while Shoko makes her sob into your mouth, not when you can feel the delicious tension beginning to build in your core. 

“Fuck, ah – you’re both so sexy…” Shoko groans. “Love watching you kiss each other. So fucking sexy…Play with my tits while I fuck her, Hime.”

Without breaking the kiss, Utahime grasps one of Shoko’s breasts, tweaking her nipple and grinning against your mouth when Shoko gasps loudly. Her thrusts come faster, head falling back as she moans.

“Ahh…Shoko…you make such pretty sounds, baby.” Utahime coos and you whimper, eyes rolling back when your cunt slides against Shoko’s deliciously. “You do, too,” Utahime tells you, kissing you one last time before breaking away to lean down and kiss Shoko now.

All the while, Shoko never stops her movements. It’s like she’s an expert with her hands because she never loses hold of your hip, guiding you against her while she fucks her fingers into Utahime with her other hand. The room is full of the lewd sounds of you three whimpering, moaning, and whining at the shared intimacy. If there’s anyone in the rooms next to you, they may complain, but you’re not worried about that. You’re more concerned with the way Utahime’s voice rises several octaves, her cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.

“Gonna cum?” Shoko groans. “C’mere. C’mere, baby,” Shoko stops moving, gently pulling her fingers from Utahime’s pussy. She’s so gentle with the other woman as she adjusts herself so that she’s able to lean her head back enough for Utahime to stand between you and her, legs spread as she settles her knees on the edge of the tub, positioning her core over Shoko’s face. You’ve got a nice view of Utahime’s pretty round ass, and an even better view of Shoko pressing a passionate kiss to Utahime’s cunt, tongue running through her folds, lips wrapping around Utahime’s swollen bud.

Utahime gasps, moaning breathlessly when Shoko sucks her clit hard, then teases it with the tip of her tongue. Your hands play idly with Shoko’s nipples, eyes locked on the way Shoko devours Utahime, like she’s never tasted something sweeter in her life. It’s such an arousing vision. Utahime’s thighs begin to tremble and you’re grateful for the platform of the bath, where Utahime falls forward onto her hands. She’s on all fours, riding Shoko’s face. 

“Shokoooo, ooh–,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Gonna fucking cum, babe,” she warns, and Shoko’s lips wrap around her clit again, humming loudly as she gives Utahime’s ass a harsh smack. This has Utahime’s body spasming, a high pitched cry leaving her as she reaches her peak. And as you watch Shoko drive Utahime over the edge with just her tongue, you’re unsure if it’s the water from the bath or Utahime’s release that’s running down Shoko’s face, absolutely soaking the taller woman’s chin.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly, eyes locked on the sexy sight before you. Your clit throbs beneath the surface. Maybe Shoko feels it, because she picks her movements back up after returning both hands to your hips. Your cunt slips and slides against Shoko’s again and this time, after watching Utahime fall apart on Shoko’s tongue, you’re even more aroused and eager to reach your own release. It’s not too far off, only getting closer as you watch Utahime shudder while Shoko continues making out with her pussy.

When it’s clear Utahime is spent, she climbs off of Shoko and slips back into the water, gliding through the liquid to position herself behind you where she begins kissing along your neck again. Her hands finds your breasts and she kneads them gently from behind, the motion such a contrast to the way Shoko is roughly fucking you again.

And once more, you’re all whimpering, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Grabbing soft flesh and squeezing anywhere you can that pulls sweet noises. You’re riding Shoko hard, desperately trying to cum. Each stroke of your clit against hers has you reeling, the sweet sensation pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

“I’m jealous,” Utahime pouts cutely. “Shoko gets to fuck you so good. I wanna fuck you, too.” 

You can’t do anything but whimper pathetically at the aspect of your legs crossed with Utahime’s. Shoko’s moans follow. “I wanna see you fuck her, baby.” She thrusts her hips up, a loud moan rushing past your lips. “You wanna fuck Hime, too? She eats pussy so good.”

“God, yes!” You cry, eyes closed as you focus on your impending climax.

“We have plenty of time tonight,” Utahime assures you. “Maybe we can even do this another time.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Get to see this pretty pussy again,” Shoko grunts, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. “God, even in the water, your pussy is so fucking wet.”

Utahime groans, pouting further. “Stopppp, Shoko. I already said I’m–”

“Gonna cum,” Shoko whines. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

Shoko leans forward suddenly, grasping you by the back of your neck and pulling you close so she can crash her lips into yours. The mixture of Shoko's taste and the tang of Utahime’s cum on Shoko’s tongue has your eyes rolling back, and you’re toppling over. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the tension and build up throughout the night finally snapping the band that had been coiling in your core for the last several hours.

Your arms wrap around Shoko’s shoulders as you keen into each other's mouths, riding out your highs.

“Oh wow…” Utahime rubs small circles on your back. “That was…really hot.”

You’re catching your breath, Shoko still holding onto your hips tightly. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, a sweaty mess that somehow looks even more beautiful this way.

“We’re gonna need another bath,” she chuckles.

The night carries on with much of the same taking place. After the bath (and second bath), the three of you fall into bed, quickly finding yourselves tangled in the sheets.

++++++++++

The next morning, you’re awakened by the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the hotel table. Your head is pounding and you’re not sure if it’s the couple glasses of wine you had, or the dehydration from the many orgasms both women pulled from you last night. Probably a mixture of both.

Speaking of Shoko and Utahime, you stretch carefully in bed, remembering you all fell asleep with you sandwiched between them. But you’re left confused when you don’t feel a warm body on either side of you. You open your eyes slowly, wincing when the early morning rays of sun feel like a punch to the forehead. But even the aching in your skull isn’t enough for you to ignore that you appear to be alone in a hotel room that is not yours.

You crawl out of bed, peering around the room. “Hello?” You call out, and it feels like your voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls of this quiet room. You check the bathroom and find it’s empty. You check the closet and don’t see any evidence that clothes were inside last night. “Maybe they just had to leave,” you murmur to yourself. Because it helps soothe the nagging feeling you have sitting in the pit of your stomach at the moment.

Shrugging off the feeling, you go about your morning as you normally would. You shower, brush your teeth, dress in the clothes you’d come over in last night and plan on heading back home to report back to work.

Your phone is still buzzing when you’re about ready to head out. You finally pick it up, unlocking the device and seeing a plethora of missed calls as well as several text messages from some of your team members and associates.

Associate 1: Where are you?

Associate 1: 911!! Please pick up!

You roll your eyes, wondering what trouble they’d gotten into last night. What mess will you have to clean up this morning?

Associate 3: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE

Director: You need to call me.

Director: NOW.

Slight panic begins to set in, and you continue scrolling through your messages. There’s one from an unknown number, sent in the early hours of the morning. You open the message, eyes practically bulging out of your head when you see the contents.

Unknown: No hard feelings, okay? We really needed the exposure so we could get booked for more shows. Thanks for last night! - H

Another text comes through, and you think you might be fucking sick when you read it. It’s a link to a news article for…Jujutsu Journal? Stupid ass name, but it’s a gossip blog so what did you expect? 

The page has screenshots of a very familiar scene. You and the models in the bath. You and Utahime on the bed with your heads thrown back in ecstasy. A blurred pic, censoring what may be the dirtiest of all – you bent over the bed on all fours, with your face buried between Utahime’s legs while Shoko (and her lilac colored strap) destroy you from behind. 

Where the absolute hell would they get these?!

The headline reads:

TAKING RELATING TO THE PUBLIC TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL! Head Public Relations manager for one of Japan’s top fashion magazines is in quite a pickle! This morning Jujutsu Journal received EXCLUSIVE footage of her in various intimate positions with models Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori! Rumor has it these two are already booked and busy. Meanwhile, it looks like this Public Relations manager may soon be booted and broke! Want to see the tape? Click here to sign up for exclusive members only access!

The pieces begin to connect, your mind flashing back to just last night. The camera is right where you left it the night before. Well, where Utahime left it. But when your fingers push the button to open the tape cartridge, you find it empty. All the footage from the night before is gone! You feel like you may faint. All these years of being so careful, at least twenty steps ahead. All the progress you’ve made…gone.

And not just that! Now there’s a sextape of you three floating around the internet! Is that why Utahime was fumbling around with the camera? Why Shoko went out of her way to distract you? So that she could buy Utahime time to turn the camera on and hit record? Is that why they showed so much interest in you in the first place? Everything is beginning to make more and more sense, while simultaneously making less and less sense. You’re so confused.

“What the fuck?” You mutter to no one but yourself.

Your phone buzzes. You’re scared to look, but you know you should.

“What…the…fuck…” You still can’t believe this is happening. To you of all people.

Your eyes see the name light up on your screen. It’s your boss.

You've been called out to babysit Yuji again, and you happily accepted. While walking over, you cross your fingers that the pair will still be home when you get there.

When you knock on the huge doors, you're expecting Yuji to open the door, but instead, you're met with Utahime 's smiling face. Utahime is the less intimidating of the two parents. She greets you kindly, letting you into the house. She walks you into the abnormally tidy living room. Shoko is there, sitting on the couch.

“Hi, Doctor” you greet.

“Hi, Doll,” she responds, flashing a smile that makes you uneasy. The pet name has heat rising beneath your skin. Utahime walks over to the bar in the living room that's usually locked up while you're here. “Would you like a drink, Darling?”

“No, thank you. I don't think drinking on the job is a good idea,” You say, taking a seat next to Shoko, who has shifted over to make room for you.

“Aren't you responsible?” laughs Utahime. “But, I have to apologise. We called you here on false pretences,” she says, passing her wife a drink and taking a seat on your other side. You fidget in your seat, worried that they may have figured out your growing affection for the pair of them.

“False pretences?” you ask.

“Yes. Yuji is currently at his friend's house, and during our time alone, Shoko and I were discussing some recently developing fantasies we've had,” she says, leaning in close to you. You cross and uncross your legs, hoping to get some relief for your panties that grow wetter by the second. You're not oblivious to the connotations of Utahime's words. Shoko's fingers slip under your chin and tilt your face so you can look into her eyes. Her usual stony expression sits on her face, but you can see a different kind of fire burning in her iris’.

“If you decline our advances, we will pay you double our usual fee, drop you home and never speak of this again. If you accept and allow us to, we'd love to make you feel good,” She says, refusing to break eye contact. Your brain takes a second to buffer. You can't quite believe that they feel the same about you. You nod and Shoko instructs you to use your words.

“Yes, please”, you whine, voice clear and loud. Within seconds, Utahime is on you, pressing kisses to your neck and wrapping her arms around you. She feels you up and squeezes your tits. Shoko watches, eyes glued to her wife's hands playing with your chest.

“Strip down for us,” says Utahime, letting go and leaning back against the sofa. You see her exchange a giddy smile with Shoko as you stand. You take everything off, down to your underwear. They're verbal in their appreciation for what you were hiding under each article of clothing you take off.

“You're so fucking hot”, growls Shoko, lips moving around the cigarette wedged between her teeth so she could speak. Utahime extends her hand towards you and pulls you onto her lap, helping you into a straddling position. She kisses around the cup of your bra as the edges of Shoko’s nails slide against your shoulder blades and underneath the back of your bra. In one harsh movement, she unclips the garment, making it easy for Utahime to pull it from your body. Utahime attaches her lips to your nipple, biting down to make you yelp. Shoko remains in her seat. The soft scrape of her nails causes goosebumps to rise over your skin.

“Are you going to join us, Doctor?” you ask, wanting to get any part of her body on you.

“I'm right here. Is Utahime not enough for you? Greedy girl,” she responds, pressing the point of her nails into your thigh. Utahime pulls away from your chest.

“Don't worry about Shoko. She likes to watch. Just focus on me,” she says, lifting her head to your neck, licking up the side before pressing a messy kiss to your jaw. Utahime presses her fingers to your clothed pussy, smiling against your neck when you whimper.

Both women are staring you down like you're their last meal. The way Shoko watches you through a cloud of smoke, like a beast stalking its prey, sends shivers up your spine. You should be intimidated by the power both women exude, but they just excite you. Utahime’s mouth is rough, but she handles you gently.

“I think it's time we take you to bed, huh?” Utahime asks you. Then she turns towards Shoko. “Darling, put that out so you can give her a kiss,” she says to Shoko, who rolls her eyes but does as she's told anyway. She puts out her cigarette in the ashtray on the table. She reaches her hand into your hair, pulling you into an aggressive kiss, all teeth and dripping with saliva. Her tongue isn't shy, pushing into your mouth with ease, filling it with the taste of smoke.

When Shoko lets you go, Utahime lifts you up and over her shoulder. The ease with which Utahime lifts you is surprising. You're carried through a familiar hallway but then into a room you've never entered before. You're dropped down onto silk bed sheets, and both women take a second to watch you.

“Give us something pretty to look at while we strip”, says Shoko, reaching her hand up to unbutton her blouse. “Don't be shy, Dollface. Show us how you touch yourself when you think of us.”

Before getting started on her clothes, Utahime takes a moment to pull your underwear down your legs. She throws them behind her, not caring where they land. You look back at Shoko, who's still waiting for her show. You nervously reach a hand down to your pussy, gently running two fingers between your lips and collecting your wetness. You start with slower circles at the clit as Shoko removes her shirt. You hear more vocal encouragement from Utahime and speed your fingers up.

“Bet that pussy tastes divine”, growls Utahime, eager to get her mouth on you. You slip your fingers down to your hole and press two fingers into you. The women groan as they watch you. Once they've removed all their clothes, Utahime swats your hand away from your aching pussy and kneels on the floor, dragging you to the edge of the bed. Shoko is quick to join this time, grabbing your wrist and guiding your soaked fingers to her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your fingers, and she groans at your taste.

Utahime’s hands grip the back of your thighs, pushing your knees closer to your chest and holding you spread open for her. She leans in, licking from your back hole to your clit. She suctions her mouth around your clit, flicking her tongue in a way that has your hands flying between your legs to grab at her hair.

“She's good at that, huh?” asks Shoko, laughing when you nod. “What about you? You eat pussy like that?” She asks, running a finger over your lips. You're unsure if you've got the experience or skill to match Utahime, but you've definitely got the enthusiasm, so you tell her ‘yes’. Shoko flashes you a predatory grin before pushing you to lie flat against the sheets. She swings her leg over your face, straddling you. Your hands move from Utahime's hair to Shoko's thighs. You pull her down onto your face pressing your tongue to her clit. She moans as you flatten your tongue, letting her rock her hips over you.

You're close; Utahimes tongue has worked you up so quickly. You try to focus on licking at Shoko's clit, but your impending orgasm has you distracted. You tap Shoko’s thigh to let her know you're going to cum, as if your moaning and shaking didn't tip her off already, and she moves off of you. She opts to whisper in your ear instead, encouraging you to let go for them.

“Come on, sweet girl. Cum for us,” she says, voice uncharacteristically sweet as she plays with your tits. Your hands are back in Utahime's hair, holding her between your legs as your orgasm crashes into you. You can feel Shoko's lips on your chest as Utahime licks your through your high. There's a static buzzing beneath your skin that settles into a warm feeling. Utahime rises from between your legs and immediately leans in to kiss her wife. You watch intently; they're so beautiful. “Fuck, she tastes so good”, groans Shoko as she pulls away.

“Doesn't she? I'd quite happily take her for another spin,” says Utahime. You squirm beneath them, waiting for them to touch you again. Utahime guides Shoko to sit against the pillows. You can tell Shoko doesn't typically follow orders, but she does so anyway. This time, Utahime grabs a handful of your hair and guides you between Shokos spread legs. You go to press your tongue against her slit and taste her, but Utahime stops you.

“You can finish what you started in a minute. First, I need you to choose what I do to this pretty pussy. I could eat you out again or play with this pretty pussy” she says, slipping her fingers between your folds. “Or I could get a strap and stretch this pretty pussy out.” You nod, eager to try all of them.

“Strap. Please, I want you to fuck me,” you whine, wiggling your hips at Utahime. You receive a quick spank at your display, jolting you forward towards Shoko's pussy. It's quiet for a second, except for Utahime opening a box from a drawer. You can hear her adjusting the strap as Shoko, who's a lot rougher than Utahime, grips a handful of hair and pulls you to her cunt. You, never one to disappoint, flatten your tongue against her and lick up her folds before settling on suckling on her clit. She tastes divine. You could sit here and worship her perfect cunt for hours.

You're so wrapped up in Shoko's pussy that you don't realise Utahime has rejoined you until the tip of her strap is poking at your hole. The strap is bigger than you've taken previously. It was probably an intentional choice on their part.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” asks Utahime, voice sickly sweet as she pushes into you. She digs her fingers into your hips as she starts to thrust. The moan that leaves you is embarrassingly loud. “Yeah, I bet that feels good,” says Utahime, rewarding your noises by wrapping an arm around you to play with your clit.

“Don't forget you've still got a job to do”, says Shoko, pulling you back between her legs. You dive back in, eagerly sucking at Shoko's clit. “That's a good girl” she groans, leaning her head back. Shoko shamelessly rocks her hips over your face as you eat her out.

“Could do this for hours”, you whine as you pull back to take a breath. You reattach your lips and press two fingers into Shoko's hole. You try your best to time your fingers to Utahime's deep thrusts inside you. Shoko is close, and she starts to close her legs around your head. You speed up your fingers, taking care to angle them correctly so she's writhing against the pillows.

The ease with which you pull Shoko over the edge does wonders for your confidence. Her juices flood your face as her moans fill the room. She's much more vocal than you had thought she would be, and the sound is music to your ears. When Shoko comes down from her high, she shimmies out from under you and shuffles to her right so she's out of the way and catches her breath.

You only get a split second to eye up Shoko's post-orgasm expression before Utahime grabs your hair and pushes you face-first into the mattress. Her thrusts are harsher now that you're done pleasing her wife. She's rutting inside you, thick strap dragging against your walls as she smacks your ass. You weren't expecting to see this side of Utahime so soon, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't fantasised about being their little pet.

“Arch your fucking back for me,” Utahime says, smoothing her hand down your spine and bringing it back up to your ass, punctuating her order with a sharp slap. Her demeanour gets rougher the better you respond to the spanking. If she hadn't spoken to you, you could've mistaken her for Shoko. You had a feeling the ‘fantasies’ they mentioned when you first got here were kinkier than they let on.

She's fucking you good and rubbing your clit with her fingers, occasionally giving it a smack causing both her and Shoko to laugh at the way you whine at the sudden sting. You're close, pliant and moaning beneath Utahime.

“Cum for me, pretty girl”, she says in your ear, cooing as your orgasm hits. Your body twitches as you cum, pussy clenching around the strap. “That's it,” she says, carefully pulling out. “You wanna clean it up?” you hear her ask. You snap your eyes open in time to see Shoko nod, crawling towards Utahime, who has shuffled back to let you breathe. Shoko wraps her lips around the strap, sucking your juices from the toy. You think you could cum again just from watching.

“So you like a little bit of rough treatment?” Utahime asks as Shoko pulls her mouth off of the toy.

“Yeah.” You sigh. “like it when you manhandle me,” you say, with a dreamy smile on your face. You hear both women laugh, endeared by your confession.

“Oh, sweetheart, we can do a lot more than manhandle you. We've got all sorts of toys down here if you wanna have more fun with us,” says Shoko. You instantly nod, not wanting to be done yet.

“Please, I want to be good for you,” you say, sitting up more.

“Of course, we can go all night, Dollface. Just sit pretty, catch your breath and watch me make my wife cum. If you're a good girl and watch without touching yourself, we'll give you a reward, ” says Shoko, pushing Utahime to lie on her back. You focus your eyes on the pair. Shoko pulls the strap harness from Utahime, setting it aside for later. She pushes one of Utahimes legs towards her chest and straddles between them. Shoko leans forward, letting Utahime's leg rest against her shoulder and rubbing her clit against Utahimes. You watch, entranced by the vision of Shoko rocking her hips against Utahime as high-pitched moans of satisfaction fill the room.

Shoko is focused on pleasing Utahime, but looks over to you to check you're obeying her. You're so wet and dying to touch yourself, but you keep your hands at your sides gripping the sheets. Shoko works her hips, growling deep in the back of her throat as she rubs her sensitive pussy against her wife's.

“You look so good, baby. You close?” Shoko asks Utahime. Utahime nods frantically, cursing as her orgasm starts to spread through her body.

“I'm cumming, Sho, please”, she whimpers as she arches off the bed. She looks so pretty when she cums. Shoko moves from between Utahime's legs and turns to you.

“You've been a good girl, c'mere,” says Shoko, beckoning you to her side. You're pulled into a heated kiss, Shoko's tongue pushing against yours. A second pair of hands grab your waist, and you feel Utahime's lips on your neck. Her lips travel up your neck and jaw until she and Shoko lift their heads to kiss each other. You lower your head to kiss down Shokos neck and chest, stopping at her tits and taking one of her nipples into your mouth. When they pull away from the kiss, Shoko pulls you off of her by the hair. She puts her thumb in your mouth, smiling like a cat when you suck.

“How many orgasms can you take before you need a proper break?” she asks, pulling her thumb from your mouth.

Your skin is tingling, you're sensitive from two orgasms, and you're so riled up you might cum as soon as one of them touches your pussy. You know you won't last much longer.

“I can give you two more,” you say.

“Attagirl” praises Utahime, pecking your lips

“Your reward for being such a good girl will be choosing how we give you your final orgasm,” says Shoko. “But first, we get to have even more fun with you.”

Shoko removes herself from the bed and reaches underneath, pulling out a box. You watch as she pulls out a vibrating wand, handcuffs and another strap-on. She lays them all on the bed save for the handcuffs, which she passes to Utahime, who gestures for you to lift your arms above your head so that she can cuff your hands around one of the headboard bars.

“If you need to stop at any point and your mouth is occupied, just kick one of us. Understood?”

“Yes”

Shoko climbs back on the bed, grabbing the vibrating wand as she makes her way back over to your side.

“Are you having fun with us tonight?” she asks, trailing her finger down the side of your face. You nod, and Shoko raises her eyebrow, looking for a verbal response. You open your mouth to confirm, but you're cut off by Shoko slipping her fingers into your mouth. “suck my fingers, baby”. You do as you're told, pressing your tongue against her fingers.

Utahime lifts one of your legs and trails kisses from your ankle to your thigh, where she sinks her teeth, prompting you to moan around Shoko's fingers. When Shoko's satisfied, she pulls her fingers from your mouth and urges Utahime to move over. She passes the vibrator she was holding to Utahime. Shoko presses a slicked-up finger to your hole before sliding it in. It's quickly joined by a second. Shoko keeps her hand still until you start squirming desperately for something more.

Shoko gently moves her fingers, thrusting them enough to give you some satisfaction but not enough to make you cum. You go to start begging but, before you can speak, Utahime turns on the vibrator and presses the head of the wand to your clit. The sudden stimulation steals the breath from your lungs as you let out a cracked whine.

Shoko speeds up her fingers as Utahime presses the toy harder to your clit. You yelp and kick your legs out, which makes them laugh at you.

“Does that feel good, Beautiful?” asks Utahime, pressing a kiss to your leg.

“Yes, fuck”, you growl as Shoko finger fucks you to the edge of an orgasm, only to pause at the last minute. You groan and try to reach down and continue yourself, only to be stopped by the cuffs. Utahime has stopped the vibrator by now too, leaving you hanging on the edge with no way to get off. “Please, please make me cum”, you beg, continuing to pull at the cuffs. Your wrists ache a little, so you stop, deciding the best course of action is to beg for what you want.

“Shoko, please keep going. It feels so good. I need to cum so bad. Please, please, please-”

Your begging descends into moans when Shoko grants you your wish and continues her fingers inside of you. Utahime turns the vibrator back on to full power, and it's almost embarrassing the way you're already teetering on the edge of an orgasm. You're whining, blabbering nonsense as you're pushed over the edge once again.

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave drenching you in pleasure. You can hear Shoko and Utahime talking to you, but it isn't until both women still and relieve you of pleasure that you can take in what they're saying.

“That was so fucking hot, you're such a pretty girl,” Says Shoko, licking her fingers clean. Utahime nods in agreement, kissing your stomach as you come back down from your orgasm.

“You said you've got one more in you. How do you want it?” asks Utahime, lying beside you. You don't take a second to ponder. You just blurt out the first thing you think of.

“Want you both to fuck me at the same time”, you whimper as Utahime leans in to kiss you properly. You hear Shoko say OK before reaching for the spare strap and harness she had grabbed earlier. Shoko helps Utahime put one of the strap harnesses on as she's too preoccupied with kissing you. You think Utahime's saliva must have some kind of venom in it because you couldn't pull away if you tried.

Once Shoko has fastened her own strap, she uncuffs you. You shake your wrists out before using your hands to cup Utahime's face. She pulls you so that you're straddling her lap, pussy rubbing against the shaft of the toy. You pull away from the kiss when you feel Shoko test pressing the tip of her finger to the rim of your asshole.

“Before you ride ‘Hime, I've got to open you up,” She says. You hear her spit then feel it as she pushes a finger into your hole. Utahime continues to make out with you as Shoko stretches you open, adding another finger as she thrusts gently inside you. She adds a third before pulling her fingers out. “OK, now lower yourself onto Hime's strap,” she instructs as she clicks open a bottle of lube.

Utahime spits on her hand and then uses it to slick up her toy. You lift your hips so she can line it up with your hole, and she grips your hips as you slowly lower yourself down. You moan out as you sink down onto it. Once she's bottomed out inside you, Shoko pushes you to lean forward again, keeping on palm steady on your back as she slowly pushes her slicked-up strap into your ass. You're completely filled up and it's nothing like you've ever felt before. You need a few seconds to adjust, which both women grant you.

“Please move now”, you whimper once you're ready to go, and they oblige. They work together in alternating rhythms so that you're not empty. You're immediately driven to a separate plain of existence. Neither woman is holding back, their bruising grip holding you in place as they rut into you. It's almost animalistic. You can barely warn them of how close you are, struggling to form a complete sentence without slurring from the pleasure. Your eyes roll back, and you let out a filthy moan.

“That feel good?” Shoko teases, chuckling in your ear when you nod frantically at her question.

“Gonna cum for us?” asks Utahime, who has planted her feet for extra leverage as she thrusts up into you. You're teetering on the edge of an orgasm, unable to warn them before it comes barrelling into you. You shake in the hold, moaning and whining as you cum all over their cocks. You can hear them praising you, but you're barely taking it in. Your orgasm is akin to an out-of-body experience, ethereal yet grounded. Your skin is still tingling when you regain your breath.

Shoko and Utahime help you off of them, lying you on the sheets next to them. Shoko takes off her strap and lays next to you, massaging any potentially sore parts of your body and telling you how good you were, while Utahime does a rough cleanup job of the toys and starts the shower.

“You did so good for us, Doll. Do you want to get in the shower and then go to sleep? Or do you wanna get in the shower and go for round two?” Shoko asks, running her hand up your side. You think for a second. As much as you'd love to go again, you're tired. You can only hope that the invitation to stay the night can lead to more in the future.

“I'm sleepy,” you say in response. Shoko nods, wiggling out of bed.

They love your talent

Your knack for skillfully playing the piano invites their praise

Shoko always requests you play modern songs, seeing your spin on them

It makes her feel a little more sane in the chaos of being in Jujutsu Tech

"Play that song I sent you last night. I'm sure you sight read it, right?"

Satoru beams at this fact

You know that one picture where he's playing the guitar?

Yeah, now you're practically required to do duets with him

He loves request you both play shitty pop songs

He appreciates the fact you're open to sharing such a talent with him

"Oh come onnnnn, just let me put a guitar rift in it! I promise I won't overshadow you too much with my skill~.

Suguru loves it just as much as the other two

He loves the fact that you play well, but he has a secret

He wants you to teach him how, but he doesn't know how to ask

So he sticks to watching your hands closely

He'll request you play slower songs so he can carefully watch how your hands and fingers work over each of the keys

If you pick up on his not-so subtle staring, you'll invite him to learn to play a song or two privately

"Satoru and Shoko went out to get snacks, can we try that piece you showed me yesterday? I think I can play the first part now."

Sometimes, they'll catch you softly playing a song in an empty room with a piano in it

Shoko will quietly slide the door open and take a seat

Satoru would walk in dramatically (startling you), sit down as close as possible, and then tell you to continue as if he didn't almost give you a heart attack

Suguru would either sit outside of the room to listen, or would carefully walk in and try his best to sit down quietly to hear you listen

They also all love how passionate you are when you play

The way your body will move with the beat of the song you're playing and the way your focus would be solely on the keys is honestly fascinating.

Sometimes, your cursed energy will go crazy when you play certain songs, which makes the trio worry a little

Fun fact: One time you'd accidentally opened your domain while playing an intense part of a song and caused Satoru to put his infinity up and destroy your piano

What a bad day to be a piano...

Don't worry, he replaced it (WITH THAT YUMMY CLAN MONEY)

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Your hands move meticulously over the keys of the piano. Your head moves to the rhythm. The melodic sound of the old grand piano echoes through the room and down the hallway, catching the attention of a certain trio.

Satoru leans on the wall next to the piano, smirking at the fact your were getting more into the song with each played note. Meanwhile, Shoko sits on the floor, unlit cigarette in her mouth, while she scrolls through her phone. She hums along with the song you're playing absentmindedly. Lastly, Suguru was sitting backwards in a chair, watching you play intently. His eyes scan over your features. Your heart thumps loudly as the song continues. A smile slowly grows on your face more and more, making your emotions feel as if they were on fire.

Shoko looks up from her phone, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She looks at you, noticing how the potency of your cursed energy was rapidly increasing. She shoots a look at Suguru, who'd also noticed this.

You then change intensity of your impact on the keys, the sound emitting louder. Satoru's face falters slightly, now picking up on the shift in your cursed energy. You close your eyes, mesmerized by the music. Eventually, you reach the main chorus of the song, and that's when everything went down hill.

The scene around the trio goes dark, your cursed energy going crazy. Everyone panics, Shoko and Suguru standing up quickly. Suguru knocks over the chair he's sitting and while Satoru's senses pick up slight danger. Then, he puts up infinity.

Unfortunately for you, Satoru was too close to the piano, smashing a large portion of it to bits. The sound startles you, making you open your eyes and coil back. Your domain disbands itself as you look at Satoru, who's now stiff as a board.

"Oops." You both say in unison. Suguru and Shoko walk up to you and pat your back.

"Must've been a good song, huh?" Suguru says teasingly. You hold your head in your hands, groaning. He laughs, turning to Satoru. "I've never seen him that spooked before, good job."

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Your wardrobe mostly consists of plain jeans and sweats, but Shoko wants sexy, so you’re determined to pull out all the stops. You’re wearing cut-off denim shorts that barely cover your ass and a low-cut top with your favorite (and only) push-up bra, baring some cleavage. You really, really hope this is sexy enough.

Shoko said she’d meet you at the frat house. She sent you a text a few minutes ago: Already inside, it read. Can’t wait to see you ;)

A winky face. She must be high. Or she just wants you. The thought feels far-fetched, but it still makes your heart pitter-patter in your chest.

You march up to the door, steeling your nerves. You can hear music playing inside, but there aren’t many people around. Right now, there’s only two guys on the porch, sipping beer and talking in low voices. One has white hair, the other dark, like yin and yang. They’re pretty tall. Muscular. Hot, honestly. For frat guys.

You clear your throat. The guys turn. You try to ignore the way their gazes shamelessly roam your body. This is why I never go to frat parties, you think.

“There’s a party tonight, right?” you ask, shifting from foot to foot. “Like, at 9?”

“Yep,” the white-haired one says, grinning. He’s wearing sunglasses, you notice. At night. What a douchebag.

The dark-haired one with the bangs doesn’t smile. His eyes flick to your tits and back to your face. “It’s invite-only,” he says, expression unreadable.

“C’mon, Suguru,” his friend whines. “We can make an exception!”

You knit your eyebrows. “But my friend is in there. Shoko.”

They exchange glances.

“What do you think, Satoru?” Suguru asks.

“I think we should let her in.”

You don’t like the way he says it, all suggestive, like “let her in” is a euphemism for something else. You push your discomfort away. Shoko’s in there; you’ll be in the clear soon. All you’ve gotta do is get in the house.

They walk closer.

“Shit,” Satoru says, running a hand through his hair. “I forgot.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow. You frown.

“We have to search her,” he continues.

You scoff. “What for?”

Suguru hums. “You’re right,” he says. “We can’t have another incident.”

You smell bullshit. “Incident?”

“Yeah,” Satoru says. “The Great Frat House Incident of 2023. Tragic, really.”

“Very tragic,” Suguru says. “So —”

Satoru steps closer, peering at you over his sunglasses. His eyes are blue, you notice for the first time. Blue, piercing, and very, very eager.

“So we have to pat you down. Sorry,” he adds, sounding not very sorry at all.

You inch away. “I think I’ll just —”

“Shoko’s been talking about you all night,” Suguru cuts in.

You blink.

See, you and Shoko are friends, but… she’s kind of hard to pin down. Sometimes, you think she’s into you too, but she can act so aloof, you become convinced you dreamt it. Part of you hoped that something would finally happen between you two tonight, but you never admitted it aloud. To hear that she’s actually in there, and talking about you — well.

“Really?” you murmur.

“Oh yeah,” Satoru says. “Y/N, right? She talks about you nonstop.”

“She’s been so excited to see you,” Suguru adds. “It’d be a shame if we can’t let you in.”

You bite your lip. You’ve never heard of searching someone before a party before, but they said they’d had an incident, didn’t they? So…you suppose it makes sense. It isn’t the weirdest thing in the world. Plus, you guys are outside. There aren’t very many people on the street, sure, but these guys wouldn’t try anything with their neighbors potentially catching them, would they?

You take a deep breath. “Fine,” you say. “Just — be quick about it.”

Neither of them respond. Satoru steps in front of you, while Suguru moves behind.

“Do both of you need to be involved?” you grumble.

“Of course,” Suguru answers. You feel him touching your calves, slowly making his way upwards. He has soft hands, a delicate, deliberate touch.

“Why are you touching my — hey!”

Satoru grips your waist, running his fingers underneath your top. He lightly touches your midsection. Goosebumps prickle up and down your arms.

“What is it?” Satoru asks innocently.

Before you can respond, Suguru reaches your inner thighs. His thumb slides underneath the bottom of your shorts. You feel him graze your ass cheeks.

“This — this feels —”

“Good?” Suguru suggests. He squeezes your ass shamelessly. You jump.

“Invasive.”

Satoru laughs. “‘Invasive,’” he mimics, voice high-pitched and nasally. You hear Suguru snicker.

You glare at him, but it doesn’t do much. You’re the one in the skimpy outfit, getting felt up by two frat guys on their porch. You’ve strolled into the lions’ den.

“You’re not actually searching me,” you snap. “You’re just — you’re just groping me.”

Satoru grabs your tits. “This better?”

“Get off me!”

You try to worm out of there, but Suguru suddenly holds you tight from behind, keeping you in place. He’s half-hard against your lower back. It dawns on you then how much bigger they are than you, how helpless you are right now.

You freeze up, breath shallow. You’ve always hated this about yourself; when other people are faced with fear, they fight back, or else have the sense to run away. You’ve got neither. You just stay still and wait for it to be over.

Satoru takes full advantage of your weakness. Ever since he saw your tits spilling out of your tight, tiny top, he wanted to play with them. Most chicks get annoying at this part, trying to slap him or spit in his face, but not you. You seem to shut down. You melt in Suguru’s grasp.

He meets Suguru’s gaze over your head as he slowly pulls up your shirt, revealing a sexy, lacy red bra.

“What do you think?” Satoru asks him. “Could she be hiding anything in here?”

Suguru snakes a hand up your back and unsnaps your bra clasp. “Can’t hurt to check,” he replies.

Satoru reaches under your bra to grasp your tits. His hands feel rough and warm. “You gave up so easily,” he says in a low, teasing voice.

You want to curse him out. You want to kick him in the balls. But his hands are so possessive on your breasts, like he’s staking a claim on your body, and you feel your mind shutting down, slowly surrendering.

Suguru’s hand dips in between your legs. He runs a finger against the seam of your jeans, toying with your clit. You gasp. Your hips buck into his touch.

“Stop,” you mumble.

They laugh. You can’t blame them. It’s an entirely unconvincing defense when you’re humping Suguru’s hand.

“Is that all it takes,” Suguru whispers into your ear, “to turn you into a good slut?”

The pressure on your clit feels so good. Your empty, neglected cunt clenches around nothing.

“We should fuck you right here,” Satoru says. He keeps playing with your tits, squeezing and jiggling them in a way that’s so obviously for his benefit, it feels embarrassing. “I should fuck these tits. Put them to good use.”

“But she was so mouthy earlier,” Suguru says. He starts moving his hand in little circles, making you twitch and moan. You’re such a pathetic slut. You’re getting so wet, and they know it. What did you say earlier, about this being invasive? How can you argue that now, when you’re so obviously enjoying being their little plaything?

“You’re right,” Satoru says. “That’d be a good punishment. Stuff that bratty mouth with cock while you take her cunt from behind.”

Suguru slips a few fingers inside your shorts, teasing your clit over your panties. You’re soaking.

“No…” you say weakly, still rutting against his hand.

“You don’t get to say no,” Suguru says. “Not when you show up wearing something like this.”

Satoru pinches your nipples. You gasp and wince. “Say it,” he says.

“I…”

Their touch feels too good, overwhelming your senses. You’ve always been sensitive.

“Come on,” Satoru says, rolling your nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs. “You can do it.”

You don’t want to. You have to. Everything feels so fucking good. “I…I don’t get to say no,” you say. Your body goes limp. Satoru and Suguru hold you up, groping and teasing you.

“That’s it,” Suguru whispers. He mouths at your neck.

“Good slut,” Satoru says.

Suddenly, the door swings open. Relief floods through your body. Shoko.

“I told you guys to bring her inside,” Shoko says irritably. “What are you doing out on the porch like this?”

Satoru and Suguru both step away, chastised. You stumble, dazed. You don’t even try to put yourself back together. You stand there, with your tits out and your shorts rucked up, staring at Shoko in disbelief.

Shoko turns her gaze to you. She looks you up and down. “Get inside,” she says. “All of you.”

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Shoko brings you to a bedroom. Satoru and Suguru try to follow you both inside, but Shoko stops them.

“You guys fucked up,” she says. “You stand outside and listen.”

She sounds so hot, all authoritative like that. You fall even deeper into your daze, like the three of them have cast a spell on you. You barely even notice that you’re still half-naked.

Shoko closes the door behind you two. “Get on the bed,” she orders.

You climb onto the bed, getting on all-fours. It feels natural to you. You want to present yourself to Shoko, show her how good and wet you are for her.

You hear Shoko scoff. “You give in so easily,” she mutters. She grabs the waistband of your shorts and yanks them off along with your panties, leaving you bare from the waist down. You shiver.

“They — they touched me,” you say, voice shaking.

“I know,” she says. She sounds disappointed. It makes you feel even more needy for her touch, more desperate to please her. “And you just let them, didn’t you?”

“N-no,” you say. “No no no.”

But she’s kind of right, isn’t she? You liked it when Suguru teased your pussy. You couldn’t get enough of it. You let Satoru play with your tits. You were basically a fuckdoll by the time they were done with you. You admitted to it, too. You would’ve let them claim your holes on the porch if that’s what they wanted. Wouldn’t you?

You whimper. Drool trickles from your mouth into the pillow. “Please,” you whimper. You don’t even know what you’re begging for.

Shoko slides a finger inside your cunt. You grip the sheets.

“I thought you were mine,” she says.

She sounds so, so disappointed. You almost want to cry. You push your hips onto her finger. You need to be filled up. You need to stop thinking.

Shoko takes her finger out, leaving you empty. You moan at the loss. Your eyes are wet with tears. “I am yours,” you say.

It’s true. You’ve been obsessed with her since you met her. You touch yourself thinking about her every night, chest squeezing with guilt and envy and need. You’re desperate to suck on those tits, to bury your head in between her legs. You’d hump her leg like a dog if she’d let you.

“Prove it,” she says.

“Anything,” you say quickly. “I’ll do anything.”

There’s a beat of silence. You stay still. You want to be good for her.

Then Shoko opens the door.

“Wait —” you say, lifting your head, but a hand pushes your face into the pillow.

“You got my friends all worked up,” Shoko says from above you. “Satisfy them, and then we’ll see what you can do for me.”

“But —”

“You said it earlier, didn’t you?” Suguru says from somewhere behind you. You hear him unbuckle his belt. Your heart pounds in your chest. Shoko strokes your hair. “You don’t get to say no.”

You glance up at Shoko. She’s looking from him to you, pupils dilated, eyes glazed over with lust. She’s really into this. She loves seeing how far you’d go to please her.

You don’t know it, but she does this often, bringing playthings for her friends to use while she watches. You’re her favorite by far.

Suguru pulls you by your hips to the edge of the bed. Your feet dangle off. You yearn for Shoko’s touch. You feel the blunt head of his cock press against your cunt. “Are you just gonna watch, Satoru?” he says.

Satoru kneels on the bed in front of you. “Fuck no.” He yanks your head up by your hair and pushes his cock into your mouth.

“So fucking impatient,” Suguru breathes. He presses into you.

You prefer girls, so your experience with cocks is limited. But you’re sure that they’re big, from the way you’re completely filled on both ends. Your mouth and pussy are stretched to their limits. Tears stream down your face. You grab Satoru’s thighs for stability. You glance up at him, silently begging for mercy, but his eyes are locked on Suguru.

“How does her pussy feel?” he asks breathlessly. He slowly thrusts in and out of your mouth. You sputter on his big cock.

“So fucking good,” Suguru says. He matches Satoru’s pace. It feels like they’re pushing you back and forth.

“What do you say?”

You glance at Shoko out of the corner of your eye. She’s leaning against the wall, teasing her nipples, watching you intently.

Satoru’s hips stutter. He starts moving faster, choking you with his cock, bouncing you back onto Suguru’s dick. Suguru is pressed up against your cervix, drawing little whimpers from you.

“Thank you, Shoko,” Satoru gasps as he uses your pretty mouth. The lipstick you put on for Shoko’s benefit is smeared around his length.

“Gonna cum already?” Suguru teases.

“If you keep looking at me like that…”

Suguru groans.

You get the feeling that they’re using your body to jack off, like you’re nothing more than a fleshlight. Satoru reaches down to grope one of your tits. “Stay still,” he hisses at you. “Let — fuck — let Suguru come in that cunt.”

You glance at Shoko again. She’s biting her lip, touching herself over her jeans, peering at you through half-lidded eyes. Your pussy involuntarily squeezes Suguru’s length at the sight.

“Fuck,” Suguru moans. “I’m not gonna last.”

“You don’t have to,” Shoko says. Her voice sounds breathy, verging on a moan. She loves watching you get fucked like this. She’s getting close. “She’s here to make you feel good. You can do whatever you want.”

That seems to do it for them. They surge forward, crushing you in between them, forcibly arching your back. You hear them kissing as they quickly thrust in and out of you, filling your throat and cunt with cum. Distantly, you hear Shoko moaning as she finishes herself, but you barely register it, focused on swallowing Satoru’s load.

Finally, they let you go. You collapse onto the bed. Cum trickles down your chin and inner thighs.

Satoru gets off the bed. You hear them kissing still. Like this was a hot mutual masturbation session.

“Get a room,” you hear Shoko say disdainfully.

“Don’t act like you didn’t come just from watching us,” Satoru says. Suguru laughs. You try to take deep breaths.

“Whatever,” Shoko says. “Seriously, give us some space. I want to be alone with her.”

Alone with Shoko. You nearly cry from joy and relief.

Satoru — or maybe it’s Suguru — says something after that, but you barely hear it. You can’t hear anything over your heart. Shoko Shoko Shoko.

The door closes behind them. You’re left alone, used and broken, with Shoko once again. The bed creaks as she sits next to you, taking your head into her lap.

“You did so well,” she coos.

“Shoko, I can’t…”

“Shh.” She pets your hair. “How did that feel?”

It felt awful. It felt so good. You whimper and rub your thighs together.

“That was really hot,” she continues. “You know that?”

You lean into her touch. You feel like her puppy. The thought makes you hot in between your legs.

“Shoko —” you start.

She silences you with a kiss. You quiver and shake, eagerly pressing your mouth against hers. You’ve wanted this for so long. Her lips feel so soft and warm.

She gently pushes you back down onto her lap. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes.”

She lifts up her top, revealing her plump, perfect breasts. You inhale sharply.

“You can suck on them while you touch yourself,” she says.

You whine — you want her to touch you. She tuts, like she knows what you’re thinking. “I’m not touching a slut,” she says, “who’ll let anyone play with her body.”

You want to cry. You didn’t want those guys to touch you, but…it felt good, hadn’t it? You suddenly feel tremendously guilty, for letting them make you feel good like that. Shoko should be the only one to make you feel good.

“I won’t let them do it again,” you say, kissing and kneading her breasts. You’re no better than Satoru was.

“I know you won’t,” she says, guiding you to her nipple. You lick and suck on it. She moans softly. “Just… I can’t let that slide. I have to punish you. Just this once.”

It’s only fair. You move your mouth to her other breast, hand sliding in between your legs. You’re already close to orgasm. You feel Suguru’s cum drip out of your freshly fucked pussy.

“You’re always staring at my tits,” she says. “I bet this is like a dream come true for you. Pervert.”

You hump your hand, nodding quickly in agreement. Yes, it’s true, you are a pervert, you don’t deserve more than this.

You can feel the pressure building. You’re so grateful that Shoko is letting you near her. You feel so, so lucky to be her toy. You’ll let anyone use your body if it means sucking on her beautiful tits afterwards.

“I can’t believe you’re close,” she continues condescendingly. “Are you gonna come just from this?”

You nod again. You back away, freeing your mouth to speak. Your hand moves faster. “I — I won’t come without permission if —”

She shoves your face back onto her tit. “Do it,” she orders.

You come on command like the good whore she’s turned you into. The orgasm tears through your body, leaving you weak. You gasp and moan against her tits. Your eyes squeeze shut.

When you come to, Shoko pulls her shirt down. She cups your face gently. “You’re perfect,” she tells you.