NASTY GIRL

The notes you tried to take are smudged, the ink blurred from your damp hands passing over the paper. 

"Sir?" Your voice wavers as your stomach cramps. You have to tense every muscle in your body to keep yourself from having an accident right here in your seat. 

Silence ensues for a moment as Nanami pauses in the middle of his sentence to stare at you. The sight alone makes his cock throb. You look like you're unraveling. 

Your skin is glossy and your eyes look wild, your leg won't stop bouncing under the desk. He can even see the way your chest is heaving in that blouse you chose—such a pretty one too, it's unfortunate that it's become wrinkled and wet from your nervous sweats.

"What is it?" 

"May I be excused for a moment?" The sentence comes out broken and strained from the effort it's taking you to control your bladder.

"No, we're almost done here. Then you'll be free to go." 

Dickhead.

And of course it's a lie. Fifteen minutes later and the meeting doesn't even seem to be close to wrapping up, all the men laughing and talking amongst themselves, straying far from the original topic. Though you can't pay them any attention because you've now got your head in your hands, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth.

You're not going to make it.

You look through your fingers and meet Nanami's piercing gaze. The intensity makes your stomach swirl and when his focus trails down to where your legs are clamped together, your situation no longer feels so bad—he makes you feel better.

You know he’s lingering, watching you closely because he's waiting.

You're relaxing under his eye before you even realize it. And then there's a distinct warmth that's spreading, starting at the apex of your thighs and trickling down. It's seeping into your clothes and onto the seat beneath you, but you can't even be bothered to care about the uncomfortable wetness when the relief feels so fucking good.

A quiet sigh slips past your lips as your eyelids flutter, and Nanami is now fully hard inside his slacks. Part of him wasn't sure if you'd actually do it—piss yourself here in the office, surrounded by your boss and coworkers. 

And they don't even have a clue. Though some seem confused when you don't stand to shake their hands when the meeting concludes, they simply shrug your behavior off when you start aimlessly organizing your desk.

"You surprised me today," Nanami muses, shutting the door behind the last of his attendees. He palms at his crotch, adjusting himself as he stalks over to you. "Let me see you." 

You slide back in your chair, turning to face him before gingerly spreading your legs apart. The grey fabric of your skirt is darkened with urine and although your tights are black you can feel how they're clinging to your skin.

Nanami clicks his tongue at you, shaking his head lightly. "Look at you… you made a mess of yourself, huh?" 

"I know, I—I'm sorry, sir." 

He leans over you with a hand on an arm of your chair, caging you in as he slips his other hand between your thighs. Prodding at you, Nanami feels the wetness of your ruined clothes beneath his fingertips, the corners of his lips quirking up before he pulls them back down. 

You're squirming in your seat, avoiding his gaze as he cups your sex. His hand is warm against you, the feeling of his touch lighting a spark low in your belly which causes you to lift your hips slightly, grinding against his palm.

"You did well today." Nanami huddles in closer to you, his lips brushing against the curve of your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. His hand presses harder, rubbing up and down your clothed pussy. "Even though you're completely soiled… how disgusting." 

Your breath hitches each time he slides over your clit, applying even more pressure when he notices how sensitive you already are for him. "You’re disgusting, aren't you?" 

Leaning your head to the side, you give him more access to your neck and goosebumps pepper your skin when Nanami runs his tongue along the column of it.

"I am," you breathe, the words sounding more like a soft whine. "I'm disgusting I know. I'm so sorry, sir." 

You feel him smile against you, but then he's pulling away. "Filthy bitch," he spits, his tone harsh before softening. "You're going to make it up to me, right?" 

Nanami retracts his hand and you whimper at the loss. Lifting the limb to his nose, he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal and piss. You're watching expectantly for a reaction, curious as to what he'll think but he doesn't let on much. Instead, he brings his fingers to your lips and forces them into your mouth.

The bitter taste lands on your tongue as you swirl it around his digits, earning a low groan from your boss before he pushes them further. You gag around him when his knuckles hit your teeth.

The sound of a pencil tapping on your desk grated on your nerves. It wasn’t from someone furiously taking notes or absentmindedly fiddling while focused on their paper. It was the sound of something actively bothering you, whittling away your patience until you broke.

Gojo and Geto had both been at this for the better half of an hour, incessantly bothering you while you picked up their slack. You could kill your professor for this. You’re genuinely on the verge of tanking their professor reviews, if only you had extra time on your hands.

A senior thesis group project, worth 35 percent of your final grade, and it was due in two days. That wasn’t the problem, in fact, your portion of the research was completed over a week prior, but your good for nothing group members decided it wasn’t that important to them.

You can still feel how your heart dropped when Gojo wrote in the group chat–

It’s not a big deal. We can actually bomb this one and still pass.

I’m totally checked out anyway.

You couldn’t do that. You had to keep your GPA at a certain level to apply for grad school. Just because those two idiots had their future secured didn’t mean you were able to coast by.

You forced Satoru and Suguru to meet up with you, telling them you would document everything and get them removed from the group, and dropped from the class, by going to the dean if they didn’t help finish the project. They went along with your plan surprisingly well, the only compromise they asked for was that you all meet up at someone's place, not the library as you had intended.

If they were willing to pull even half of their weight for the project, you didn’t care what they asked for. What you weren’t expecting was for Suguru to be on his phone and Satoru to be snooping through your room the whole time while you worked.

Satoru sat beside you, bored and useless as Suguru slowly paced behind you both. You grab one of the required reading texts from your desk and tossed it at Satoru, effectively ending the tapping of his pencil.

“Jeez, no manners at all.” He chides you with a spark in those blue eyes.

“Just find a good quote for me to use so I can finish this stupid paper.” You retort.

“Satoru, don’t you think she’s too stressed over this?” Suguru says while finally sitting down and stretching out across your bed, his long legs draping over the edge due to his height. “I mean, we still have tomorrow to finish it. I for one wouldn't mind visiting her again.”

“No.” You stop him. “Not happening. We will finish this tonight, I want it done and over with.” You say, exhausted by how indifferent they were treating this project.

Satoru raises a hand and pushes a lock of your hair behind your ear, earning him a look of bewilderment as you slap his hand away.

“Rude and ungrateful.” He responds but drags his seat nearer to you anyway.

“Why are you so close?” You can’t create any more room between you both without removing yourself from the desk completely. “Just do your job like I asked.”

At the start of the semester, before getting to know how these two actually acted, this would have been a dream come true. It’s cruel how handsome they were. Attention, whether good or bad, from them was something a girl like you would have fought for.

You may not know them personally but you know what type of people these two are now, you’ve seen their behavior for months in the class you share. Suguru sweet-talks others into doing stuff for him and Satoru uses his money, his looks, or simply his incredible luck to get away with his bad behavior.

Satoru could insult someone straight to their face, which he has done, and they just shake their head and laugh because ‘that’s just how Gojo is’. Suguru has made your classmates cry, genuinely shedding tears at his criticism and tone, yet he is the one who receives an apology by the end of class.

For adult college students you expected better, but there was no changing them. And there was no changing your professor's mind when she assigned you to be in their group for the final. You were the only one to not have a former grievance with the duo, so now it’s your turn to experience their torture.

Another 15 minutes passed in seemingly smooth tranquility. You feel the urge to use the bathroom, a cup of coffee and a bottle of water while trying to power through the writing is catching up to you.

You stand from your seat with a stretch, ready to step outside and head to the communal bathrooms. The only thing you didn’t care for in your current dorm was that the bathrooms were located down the corridor, to be shared with the other women of your unit.

You’re about to leave, until you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders.

“Where are you going?” Suguru says. He must have gotten up from your bed when he saw you stir.

“Restroom.” You try to shrug him off but his hands stay in place, his hold a bit firmer.

“Seriously, relax.” Suguru’s dulcet tone echoes behind you as his large hands move gently across your upper arms. “We’ve been so curious about you the whole semester. We wanna get to know you.”

“But I really need to-” You’re pushed back down into your computer chair, effectively cut off from protesting.

“You can wait.” Satoru speaks up.

You don’t say anything else, not wanting them to turn any more of their ire towards you. You glance towards Satoru, not daring to look back at his long haired friend, and you find blue eyes staring at you with a focus he hasn’t shown all night.

“We wondered if you would be the type to fight back, or just take it. Seems like we found out, Satoru.” Suguru’s hands remained in place, effectively holding you down in your chair as you began to shift, wanting out of his grip.

“Spread your legs for us.” Satoru says. Not a question, not a suggestion. His calm tone still carried the weight of a loud demand.

“-but the paper.” You grasped at straws, anything to shift their focus from you back to the project. If they focused on working then maybe you could slip out the door without them stopping you again.

“Suguru will do it.” Satoru was quick to cut you off. His cold palms make contact with your knees and opens them slightly. He was barely holding you yet you were unable to close them, muscles straining against his hands. “You owe us a little bit of fun. That was very mean of you, threatening us, saying you’d go to the dean.”

From over your shoulder Suguru bends down and speaks into your ear. “You do realize that the Gojo family are the biggest donors to the university, right, stupid girl? There’s a plaque with their name on it over the library entrance. So airheaded you walked by it every day and never noticed, huh?”

“So cute but so dumb.” Satoru says as he uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks, making your lips squish together pathetically.

“We’re actually being very nice to you. Remember that.” Suguru says as he tugs the sleeves of your shirt upwards, inching the garment off your body.

You shake your head, one hand desperately clawing your shirt back down while the other tries to push Satoru’s inching hands off your legs.

“Just leave me alone” You feel helpless against the four strong arms caging you in. Your fight against them felt pathetic. “Why?”

“Because, cutie,” Satoru says. “You’ve been avoiding us all semester. I hate being ignored, Suguru does too. All those times we helped you out, dontcha think you owe us?” He begins pulling the zipper of his jeans down, the sound of the metal teeth opening booming in your ears. “Make it up to us.”

“When did you help me?” You are so confused and flustered by the sight of the heavy bulge in your face that you can’t think straight.

Suguru completely removes your shirt and leans in. “That paper you wrote, for the midterm, wasn’t very good. But Satoru pulled some strings with the TA and now you’re sitting at the top of the class.”

“I never asked for help. I never even spoke to you two before.” You refute. “I would have taken any grade I got.”

Satoru holds your jaw in his hand, thumb brushing against your lip. “People like you will always suck up to people like us. It’s the natural order of the world, baby, don’t try to fight it. You’ll be the loser every time, so take the handouts while you can.” He pulls his cock out and lines it up with your lips. “And say thank you.”

Suguru grips your hair with two strong fists from behind your sitting form, holding you in place as Satoru pushes his leaking tip past your lips. You choke as his length hits the back of your throat. 

“You should be grateful you have our attention. It’s not often that Satoru is this intrigued by someone. Acting nonchalant at first was cute, but four months of you keeping your nose glued to your notes, pretending you don’t care… That's just disrespectful." Suguru continues while manually moving your head along Satoru’s cock.

One deep thrust has you coughing and struggling to catch your breath, simultaneously reminding you of the tension in your bladder that you were unable to attend to earlier. You quickly squeeze your legs shut, hoping it will hold back the dam waiting to burst.

“Still need to pee?” Satoru taunts from above you, smiling as your lower half twitches in discomfort.

You can’t move your head so you try to speak despite the cock still sliding down your throat. “Yeth, pleethhh.”

“Hold it.” The blue eyes you once thought were breathtaking are now gazing at you with the most intense expression of arrogance you could imagine. “If you piss yourself, you’re gonna be in trouble.”

You sniffle, tears tracking down your cheeks from how overwhelmed you felt by everything. The lack of oxygen, the stress of your jaw, the tightening of your bladder with each passing minute, it was all too much.

“You’re making her cry, Satoru.” Suguru says. You hope he’s feeling remorse at the way they’ve treated you, like your tears actually meant something to them. “Let me take over. I’ve been thinking about those lips for weeks.” You were wrong.

Suguru kisses your forehead once Satoru begrudgingly steps back from your form, it’s a dizzyingly tender touch compared to the iron grip he had on your head moments before. Thumbs that are too gentle for what they’re capable of wipe your tears away.

“Be good for me and I’ll help you.”

You know it’s fake, you’ve seen him play this role before with countless others, but in the moment his hushed tone and sweet touches lull you into a false sense of comfort. You stare forward for a moment, waiting for him to undress but you both remain in a standstill.

“Do you know how buttons work? Are you too dumb to figure it out?” The chiding in Suguru’s voice breaks something inside of you.

Your eyes close and you nod, holding back tears as they form behind your eyelids. You reach for the front of his trousers and you're met with a swift “no” from Suguru.

“Do it right. Use your mouth.”

Cheeks flushed and heart racing, you lean forward and tug the cotton until it folds over the button hole. Next is the zipper caught between your teeth and pulled down, his hard cock prodding your cheek as you lean against the fabric at his crotch.

With a meeting of your eyes you know what comes next. You bite down on the elastic band of his underwear, an endless battle of tugging the garment down until his length sprung forward. He isn’t as lengthy as Satoru, but the girth was intimidating on its own. You pant trying to catch your breath, mentally preparing for their torture to continue.

“You’re already tired from just that? You really are a useless little thing. You’re lucky that Satoru and I want to help you. You couldn’t do anything without us, huh?” Suguru pets your head, as if you were a dog waiting at his feet.

He takes his length in hand and tells you to open up. As you take his length in your mouth another pair of hands reach your body. With hands that are large and cold to the touch Satoru removes your bra before working on sliding your shorts off.

You’re left in just your underwear, trembling and exposed in the middle of your own sanctuary. You don’t know why he bothered to keep that last level of modesty when they were already exploiting your body and its limits for their own selfish needs. 

Satoru strokes his cock with one hand and begins to rub your slit with the other, long fingers sliding against your clit with just enough pressure to feel the warmth of pleasure pooling inside of you.

Suguru reaches down with a warm hand and gropes your breasts, alternating between kneading the soft flesh and tugging your perked nipples. His other hand continues to stroke your hair and sometimes your cheek as you work to get him off with your tongue.

The more your legs twitch and buck against Satoru’s touch, the more insistent his fondling becomes. You cannot deny the immense pleasure you feel from his hands but it’s pushing you past the brink of your self-control. You shake your head as best as you can, trying to get Suguru’s attention.

He removes himself from your mouth and looks down at you with concerned eyes. “What’s wrong, silly girl.”

“I really need to pee. I can’t hold it anymore.” You gasp between each sentence. It feels like a struggle to even form the words. “Please, I can’t-”

Your words are cut off by a loud whimper taking over as Satoru rubs your clit even faster. The mixture of arousal and pain from holding back your bladder had your legs twitching.

“We told you to hold it. If you can’t even do that, how can you do anything on your own?” Satoru couldn’t help but twist the proverbial knife while you were already down. “Maybe you should drop out and let us take care of you. You’re not even capable of holding in your piss.”

You lean back against the computer chair that you were sitting in, focusing only on the way your body strained to hold itself together. Your hands curled around the armrests while your underwear became more and more drenched in arousal.

Gojo pulled the fabric aside for a moment to look at your wet sex, fingers circling your entrance before placing the cotton back in place and circling your clit again. No matter how hard you try to hold it off or how much you try to leave your own body, the warmth pooling in your stomach keeps you present.

Each bump of his digits against your clit had you mewling and with each throb of your sex, the need to release your bladder grew. Your cheeks were red, both by the embarrassment of them  watching you so closely while stroking their lengths and by the knowledge that you couldn’t hold back much longer.

They both kneel in front of your chair and suddenly multiple hands are holding you down and touching what feels like every inch of exposed flesh available to them. Satoru’s mouth is on one of your breasts, a nipple flicked with his tongue while the pads of his fingers glide back and forth across your clit.

Suguru captures your lips with his, sucking on your tongue and thrusting his own into your mouth until you can hardly breathe. His hand is pressing down on your lower stomach while his mouth distracts you, everything is overpowering and intense.

“Mhhhmm-” You can’t even make out the words as your knees shake in place. A warm stream leaves your body, drenching your underwear, the chair underneath you, and Satoru’s hand that continues moving between your folds.

“Stupid little slut.” Satoru chastises. His voice sounds disappointed but the look on his face is anything but. His blue eyes are nearly black with how wide his pupils are. “Come for me, make another mess for us.”

Your walls pulse around nothing as you moan out. The feeling of your bladder being empty was satisfying enough to push you to the edge and Satoru’s fingers are taking you past that point. Your climax hits hard, enough to rattle the teeth you have clenched down together.

“You’re getting off on this aren’t you?” Suguru observes as you moan out their names while cumming. Judgment in his voice as if he wasn’t actively fisting his cock faster at the sight of your soiled core.

While you sit there panting, eyes hardly open, you see them both stand up and stroke their cocks in tandem. The wetness that soaked the fabric of your panties begins to cool in the conditioned air of your room, making you increasingly uncomfortable.

Before you can move and cover yourself Suguru is the first to come. His spend hits the middle of your underwear, some even dripping down to the bare flesh of your spread legs. The sight is enough to have Satoru groaning, his own release covering you from abdomen to underwear, purposefully messy.

It isn’t until Satoru pulls out his phone and takes a photo of you that you snap and cover yourself. Humiliation burns through your body at the idea of your intimacy being captured permanently.

“I know we said I'd finish the paper for you, but I don’t know. I’m pretty exhausted.” Suguru said while mixing their cum together and raising it to your lips. When you don’t open your mouth he settles for spreading the shiny combination across your lips. That somehow felt more degrading than swallowing it would have been.

“We’ll swing by here tomorrow, same time if that works for you.” Satoru says while zipping his jeans up and straightening out his clothes.

You shake your head, not wanting to see them again. “Just go. I don’t want you to ever come back here.”

“You can come to our place then, it’s bigger and there's a bathroom attached to the bedroom.” Suguru suggests and Satoru lights up at the suggestion.

“That way our stupid little puppy won’t piss herself trying to make it to the toilet again.” Satoru says while pulling up the photo of you drenched in your piss and their cum. “You would look very cute with a tail and some fluffy ears in this pic. I might even have to get a collar for you too, a little reminder of who your owners are.”

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

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

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

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

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

He makes you feel so good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's not deep enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cumming, 'm cumming—fuck!" He holds you there while the bitter taste of his cum floods your mouth. Black specks start to apppear in the corners of your vision as you anxiously try to swallow everything Yuji's giving you, your cloudy mind determined to not waste a drop.

"There you go. Swallow it all like a good girl." Sukuna's so close too. Enthralled by the vision of your throat bobbing desperately, your fucked-out face all red and puffy, and Yuji's long cock sliding out from between your glossy lips.

Sukuna knows he would be completely and utterly fucked if his wife came looking for him right now. Especially because he's not sure he'd stop even if she burst through the door screaming at him.

You, on the other hand, can't even spare an ounce of energy to think about the rest of your family in this moment because you can breathe again. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to clear your blurry vision but before you know it you're being grabbed again.

"Come here," Sukuna rasps, "shit, I'm gonna—lemme cum in your mouth too, yeah?"

Hesitantly, you stick your tongue out for Sukuna, but he's never had the best aim. Your eyes squeeze shut just in time and you wince when you feel spurt after spurt of your uncles hot release landing all over your face. "Ah fuck, I'm sorry kid," he apologizes without a hint of remorse, "I tried."

Yuji is now certain that he really isn't as good of a person as he thought, since the feeling he's experiencing most in this moment is pure adoration. Not guilt, not sympathy as you start to sniffle, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the humiliation. No, all your brother can think about is how perfect you look as a complete mess for him and his uncle.

He squats beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting you slump into his chest. Petting your head gently, he gives you soft praises about how well you did for him and Sukuna, how good you made them feel. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and it's enough for you to nearly forget about everything they just put you through.

In fact, you almost forgot that Sukuna was even in the room until he's grumbling at you two while tucking himself back into his pants. "Clean up. I'm supposed to make sure you kids are ready when the food is, I don't need the wife bitchin' at me cause you aren't."

Oh yeah, family dinner. The reason you're all back at your parents house in the first place.

“You can truly never know the reason—”

“Listen, I get it. What you went through the previous night was horrible. And I would never blame you for it. In fact, I blame myself because I was the one that left you alone,” His voice cracked slightly with emotion as he grabbed your shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug. “I am truly sorry, that happened to you. I hope you can forgive me. I should've never left your side.” He mutters as he caressed the back of your head.

You melted into his arms, the emotions swirling back in your gut again as you felt his gentle embrace, you felt like crying again, but you held back the tears.

“But one thing that I can't have you do— is blame my close friend. Because I know it wasn't him. He isn't the type to do that. You also could've just been very high to the point you hallucinated the white hair.” He pulls back from the hug, staring at you with much conviction.

“How can you be so sure?” You asked, wondering why he isn't believing you.

“Because he was with me.” Suguru answers shortly which makes you freeze.

What?

“He was with me that night, in fact, he was the reason that night I had to leave, I remember telling you right before I did.” He recounted, grabbing your face so gently.

He was right, Suguru told you that Satoru stirred some trouble up and left urgently that night, he was visibly irritated when leaving you alone at the party.

How could you forget?

Then who was the man on top of you? You only remember the tuft of white hair, never actually his face. You immediately assumed it was Satoru because he is the only one with white hair.

Now your gut churned in anxiety, feeling bad that you were accusing someone innocent of doing something so horrible while the real perpetrator's identity remains unknown. You took in deep breaths.

What made it worse was the fact that earlier to this conversation— you confronted Satoru in the living room cause he was over to hangout with Suguru since they didn't have any classes today, you cursed him out really badly before Suguru pulled you away into your shared bedroom to calm you down and discuss it with you.

Sensing your mood, Suguru's hands trail down your neck and rest on your shoulders. “We'll figure this out together, I'm here for you baby. But you should probably apologize to him first.” He suggests, giving you a squeeze. You bite your lip in hesitation, feeling extremely guilty.

“Yeah, you're right.” You reply, turning back on your foot and leaving the bedroom and back to the living room where Satoru was sitting on the sofa, mouth pouted and lost in his thoughts. He snaps out of them when he sees you return, followed by Suguru from behind.

“I- uh, I'm sorry. Sorry for lashing out. I just had a horrible fucking night. And blamed you because you were the only one with the white hair, but now that I think of it, I think I might've just hallucinated the color too. I don't know anymore.” You sigh, pinching your brows as you apologize, your voice trembled with unsurity.

Satoru gives you a small smile that makes your heart ache even further. “It's alright. You're aren't in the wrong to assume that. I would too.” He reassures you, pulling you into a friendly hug.

You smile back at him, this situation coming to an end, you make a mental note to try and figure out the identity of the person later on, maybe use some help from someone.

“Oh fuck, I'll be late for my afternoon class. I'll go get ready now.” You announce before leaving the room and going back into your bedroom to get ready.

Suguru makes sure you're fully gone before he lightly smacks Satoru in the head.

“It was you, wasn't it?” Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow, Satoru shakes his head innocently. Suguru narrows his eyes shooting a glare at him. Satoru drops the act immediately, groaning as he falls back on the sofa, sprawling over it.

“Ugh fine yeah, it was me. I couldn't help it, your girlfriend is so fucking hot dude.” He admits, rolling his blue eyes. “Besides, we always shared everything you know.” He shrugs.

Suguru let's out a sigh of disappointment before he too sits down on the sofa.

“She's sensitive, if you wanted to fuck her that badly, I could've just prepared another arrangement.” Suguru hissed, smacking Satoru on the head again. “You used a pretense to lure me out just for this? You could've just asked me, I wasted gas over your stupid shenanigans.” Suguru quipped, withdrawing his hand.

“I didn't think you'd agree, cause you know, you love her and shit.” Satoru replied, folding his arms. Suguru just exhaled, shaking his head at Satoru's stupidity.

“You're my bestfriend dude. I was in the bedroom defending your ass even though I knew it was indeed you.” He lectured.

“Bros before hoes?” Satoru asked raising his eyebrows, which earned him another smack in the head.

“She's not a hoe. Be respectful.” Suguru blurted.

Silence fell over the two of them for a bit.

“Did you film it?” Suguru inquired, raising an eyebrow in curiousity.

Satoru let out a knowing grin before he nodded.

“Want it?” He teased Suguru, wiggling his eyebrows that made Suguru chuckle.

“Fuck yeah, obviously.”

Satoru shared the video with Suguru, who wasted no time in opening it and putting it in full screen.

The camera was shaky as Satoru thrusted into your cunt, focusing on the way you're so out of it. He grabbed your chin, caressing your bottom lip before he shoved his finger inside.

“Like my cock baby?” Satoru asked in the video, you nodded desperately, so fucked out, your eyes we're glazed over and blanked out, your hair was disheveled and messy, and spit coated the corner of your lips as you drooled.

“Ngh— Yes— oh fuck!” You moaned arching your back, feeling him hit the right spot. You closed your eyes in pleasure as Satoru continued to ram himself inside you.

He grabbed your one of your tits, squeezing it with his free hand and tugging on the nipple.

“Your tits are so fucking hot baby.”

The camera quickly shifts downwards, giving full HD view at the part you guys were connected, Satoru was splitting you open as he thrusted in and out.

“Say my name darling, tell me who's making you feel this good yeah?” Satoru utters, his voice shaky as he was nearing his high.

“You— you.”

“Who am I?”

“S-Suguru.” You moaned, voice breathy.

Suguru gripped the phone tightly, feeling his cock stir in his pants. He looked over at Satoru who had wide grin on his face.

Satoru in the video tutted in disappointment.

“Mhmm, I'm not Suguru sweetheart. Look at me.” He slurred. “Say Satoru.” He instructed you.

“Satoru?” You questioned, furrowing your brows.

“Yes Satoru, don't think too much. Just say it.”

“Satoru!” You gasped his name when you felt him hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck yeah, baby, I'm right here.” He groaned in pleasure, feeling the way your cunt squelched around him.

“'Toru— right there, awh fuck! I love you Sugu.” You blurted out a bunch of sentences after that, switching their names as your brain melted together. You let out the most nastiest cry when you came, cunt squeezing him so tightly, he camera recorded the way it pulsated around him.

Satoru thrusted into you sloppily before he too finished inside you and pulled out, recording the way your cunt was leaking and fluttering as his semen dripped out of you.

Suguru's cock was aching at the sight, he let out a groan as the video stopped and he kept his phone down, mind occupied with the content of it.

“She was acting like it was something horrible that happened to her, but the video just makes her look like a slut.” Suguru grunted staring at Satoru. “What did you mix in her drink?” He asked him.

“A little bit of hypnotics and sedatives and a lotssssss of aphrodisiacs. Being a chemistry major is useful.” Satoru shrugged while grinning.

“You're disgusting and a danger to society.” Suguru playfully punched Satoru's shoulder.

“Oh ew no, I would never do that to anyone unless it's her. Frankly it wouldn't be needed if she let me fuck her normally, but she's too loyal to you.” Satoru sighs, rubbing the area Suguru punched as if he was actually hurt.

“No, continue doing that.” Suguru suddenly says which makes Satoru snap his head towards him. His mouth opens in disbelief.

“Fuck, are you serious?” Satoru asks, elevated.

“Yes. I want to fuck her once in this state too.” Suguru's gaze darkens before he gives Satoru a smirk.

“Man, you're such a bad boyfriend.” Satoru jokes which causes Suguru to chuckle.

“Anyway, need help with that?” Satoru points at Suguru's crotch before placing his palm over it. Suguru shivers.

“She's still at home.” He mutters breathlessly as he feels Satoru grab his cock.

“So? I was your first so I think I have every right to do this.” Satoru mumbles, “She can join too, if she catches us. Holy fuck that would be a dream.”

Suguru's imagination goes wild at the thought of him and Satoru fucking you at the same time.

“We wouldn't have to hide this or sneak around anymore. We just fuck, grab her too and fuck her. Her cunt is so tight by the way. Do you not stretch her out?” Satoru whispers, slowly stroking Suguru's cock through his pants.

“I do— but— oh fuck— I guess we're just too big.” He moans.

Satoru reflexively withdraws his hands when he hears the bedroom door open and you step out, all dressed up really pretty as you hang your bag over your shoulder. Satoru feels his cock twitch at the sight of you.

Suguru lets out a small cough, getting up from the sofa before trudging towards you and giving you a tight hug before grabbing your face and pulling you into an intense kiss.

You were taken aback because you expect him to only peck you, but his lips moved against yours with hunger as Suguru whined into your mouth. You wanted to pull away, feeling awkward that Satoru is watching— but Suguru keeps a hand pressed to the back of your head, making sure you won't escape.

You land small hits against his chest, and only then does he let go, you look at him all flushed, gloss smeared and lips coated in his saliva with a string that still connected you both. You could feel the heat rise up in your face.

“Fuck,” Suguru groans at the sight, his hard-on getting painful each second “Why can't you just stay? Mhm? Skip the classes baby, I wanna fuck you so bad.” He whispers against your lips before smooching them, and pulling you flush against his body. Your eyes widen when feel his cock press into you.

You slightly push him away, still feeling embarassed cause you can feel the stare of Satoru. But you fail to create much distance between you and Suguru as he stays planted, not budging.

You shake your head.

“Already skipped the morning ones, I can't be tardy. I won't go to the library today, okay? I'll come straight home.” You caress his face as he looks at you. He slowly nods, but quickly pulls you in for another kiss, slowly humping against you as his thoughts wander off to the video.

He pulls away from the kiss before kissing your forehead and stepping back.

“Have a nice day. I love you.” He sends you off, waving at you as you smile and turn to leave.

“Love you.” You quickly reply and exit the house.

Within seconds Satoru is pressed against Suguru, grabbing him and guiding him to the couch as he pushes his lips against Suguru's, tongue dipping into his as he moans.

He hums in satisfaction when he tastes you, feeling delighted.

He pulls back, taking Suguru's top off him.

“Man, I wish you had great tits like her. They're fun to grab onto.” Satoru teases making a squeezing motion in the air, causing Suguru to roll his eyes.

“They're also really fun to fuck.” Suguru flexes, which makes Satoru jealous of him.

“I want to fuck her again today, she's so god damn addicting.” Satoru mutters as he undos Suguru's pants.

“Get the shit ready. I wanna join too.” Suguru smirks.