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you send a message back, saying you'll be there around noon.

another thumbs up emoji.

you're starting to worry again that these guys, or at least this one, might be weird. nevertheless, you can't waste any more time thinking about it, not when you need to start packing.

time really flies when you're exhausted and working non-stop.

you've barely slept and your whole body aches from packing, moving, and loading boxes into your car for almost twelve hours. but finally, you arrive outside the small, a little rundown, house that might be your new home. you're raising a fist to knock on the worn, wooden door when it swings open leaving you staring straight into two broad chests. your gaze trails up… and up… until it finally meets two sets of eyes belonging to two unrealistically attractive men.

suddenly, you're much more aware of the fact that you're wearing your adam sandler clothes and your eye bags are heavier than they've ever been, and much less aware of the fact that you just got dumped.

"uh, hi," you break the awkward silence, since they're both just standing there staring down at you with unreadable expressions. "i messaged someone named toji... you said you were looking for a third?"

the two men share a look, clearly finding the double entendre that slipped out to be humorous before the dark haired one speaks up, "not sure about a third, but a roommate, yeah."

the tattooed one snickers and you roll your eyes. they look like men but they're clearly children.

toji opens the door wider, but neither him nor the other man make any efforts to move, which makes your eye twitch when you have to duck under toji's arm to get into the house, brushing up against his side. once you enter the house though, you take one look and audibly groan. it's definitely not the worst you've seen, but you're used to having a clean house, one that's cutely decorated and smells nice. and this… was a far cry from that.

there's an old leather couch facing a tv that's definitely mounted crooked on the wall, and between them a wooden coffee table that's littered with so many water stains you might cry. and, a pair of dirty socks? yep. there's two dirty socks just strewn across the floor in the middle of the room, bunched up like someone slipped them off with their feet while walking to the couch.

your nose crinkles as you take in the sight, already scared to see the rest of the house. oh god, the bathroom. you're already picturing a stained porcelain tub, a toilet seat that's always left up, hair clippings stuck to the sides of the sink.

"is it a one bath?" the question flies out.

the man you now know is sukuna barks out a laugh. "such a princess, scared of a little mess?"

"this is more than a little," you clip back as you shoot him a glare.

he brushes off the look with a shrug. "well no one's forcin' you to live here if it bothers you that much."

"alright, you two. let's not get our panties in a twist," toji speaks up. he turns to you, "there's two bathrooms, yeah. you can have your own."

sukuna clicks his tongue in irritation. "what the hell? why do we have to share?"

pinching the bridge of his nose, toji's approaching his limit. "because she's a woman, she's not going to share a bathroom with one of us, sukuna."

your glare morphs into a smug grin, "exactly."

it doesn't even occur to you that you're talking like you've already agreed to live there, but at this point, it is pretty much a done deal. you can get over the issues with the rest of the house, so long as you can have your own space that stays clean.

that night, you've already started unpacking. you explained your situation to them and they were surprisingly sympathetic, helping you move in, carrying the heavy stuff for you. it was nice of them, and it was nice to watch them. biceps flexing, forearm veins protruding each time they picked up a box, the slight sheen of sweat on their foreheads, the way they'd grunt when they set the box back down.

yeah, you made the right decision.

the following weeks fly by. you'd quickly adjusted to your new living situation, falling into an easy rhythm with the two men. you and sukuna still bicker like an old married couple, and toji still tries to mediate, but it's lighthearted, most of the time. when you come home from work, you find them in the living room, feet propped up on the coffee table, heads craned stupidly at a diagonal, watching tv. you made fun of them for it at first, but when they invite you to hang out, you end up on the same couch with a beer, sandwiched between them, head tilted at the screen.

most nights it's cute, innocent. but there are still times when you can't pry your thoughts away from a darker place. nights where you become all too aware of the fact that you haven't been touched in months and you're shoulder to shoulder with two men whose bodies look as if cut from marble. it also didn't help that they're always dressed in loose sweatpants, the kind that slouch dangerously low off their hips, or five-inch inseam gym shorts that are just a little too tight, and no shirts. never shirts in the house.

it pisses you off sometimes because you know that they know that they're hot. you can't help but stare when they walk in the room, and when they catch you there's always a knowing grin spread across their faces, making your cheeks burn as you quickly avert your eyes.

you're sure they don't care, if anything, they probably relish in your gaze, it feeding their already overinflated egos. but that's what worries you. the knowledge that they like having your eyes on them, and the thought of them having theirs on you too, because you're not sure you trust yourself around them anymore.

and you were right not to trust yourself because the next time you see toji come out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, skin glistening and face flushed from the heat, only a towel wrapped around his waist, v-line and happy trail on display… there isn't even a second thought before you decide, you need him. and then sukuna comes out, in all his tattoos and glory, rubbing a towel on his hair. your eyes watch the way his muscles flex, before following the residual rivulets of water lower, and you wonder if he has any more tattoos or piercings.

fuck it, you need them.

so you do what any sane person would do if they lived with two hot men who they're hoping will pound them into oblivion ask them out. your clothes get skimpier, pajama pants and t-shirts turn into tank tops and shorts, bras become non-existent. you call them for everything.

"tojiii! i can't get this jar open." you pout, holding it out for him, arms pushing your tits together. he rolls his eyes but you see the way he stares at them first— he's not subtle. shamelessly looking at your chest, lips twitching into a smirk.

"sukunaaaa! can you get the pan from the top shelf?" you're on your tip-toes when he gets to the kitchen, poking your ass out as you lean over the counter, reaching up fruitlessly, midriff showing. the way his eyes scan your body, the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips, it's everything you'd hoped for.

you get more touchy. a hand on their arm when you thank them for helping you, sitting closer to them on the couch during your movie nights, light brushes up against them when you need to get around them even if there's more than enough room.

you know your little plan is working, not that you had any doubts, when they're pulling the same stunts. calling you whenever they 'forget' a towel after showering, a heavy hand on your lower back when they walk by. it's just enough to send a message, for a cloud of tension to settle between the three of you, and to leave your stomach tingling and your panties wet when you retreat to your room at the end of the night.

and when you're finally gone one night, the two men just look at one another.

toji breaks the silence first. "what're we gonna do about her?"

sukuna scoffs, "thought that much was obvious."

"yeah?" there's a grin on toji's face now.

"well yeah, i mean, you see the shit she's doin'. fuckin' playin' coy or whatever," his voice turns pitchy when he imitates you, "toji! sukuna! i need help!" toji snickers, letting sukuna continue as his voice drops down to it's usual octave. "like, come on, we both know what she really needs."

"i know man, but we gotta take it easy on her," toji reasons. he wants you as bad as sukuna does, if not more, but he doesn't want to scare you off.

"i know that, i'm just sayin'." sukuna grumbles.

the two sit there in silence again, contemplative looks on their faces as the tv plays softly in the background. when toji looks at sukuna again, it's with a sharp scrutiny. eyes raking over the other man, taking in all the information they can, and oh, is it intriguing. sukuna's brows are pinched, lower lip tugged between his teeth in a conflicted way. but also, there's the tips of his ears that are a shade matching that of his hair, and his oversized arms are wrapped tightly around a throw pillow on his lap.

"you're thinkin' about her right now," toji states as a matter-of-fact as he leans back to take in a better view of sukuna.

"huh?"

"well, you're hard, aren't you?" he asks, eyes flicking to the pillow and back up to sukuna's now scandalized face.

"shut up, man."

toji lets out a sharp laugh. "hey, i get it. she's hot."

sukuna feels his cock twitch and he's not sure if it's because of the thought of you or the sound of his older roommate's voice, and that scares the shit out of him. mortification etches itself deeper into his expression and the grip on his pillow tightens, holding it closer— a good idea in theory, except now the plush fabric is pressing against his crotch in a dangerous way.

"just take care of yourself, it's not a big deal."

sukuna chews his lip harder, contemplating the words, the fact that he'll have to stand up with a boner, crossing in front of toji to get to his room. but ultimately, the humiliation of that feels like it would be less painful than the throbbing in his cock right now.

"yeah, whatever." he mumbles, tossing the pillow at toji and moving to get up.

"stay." toji's voice sounds out, deep, laced with a tone of command that sukuna hardly expected from him.

sukuna freezes, turning to look at him. "you just said—"

"didn't say you could leave," toji cuts him off, "sit."

"i'm not a fuckin' dog," he snaps as he returns to his spot on the couch.

"you listen like a bitch though," toji laughs again.

sukuna's cheeks are burning so bright it's drawing a sweat to his forehead, and really, he's not sure how there's enough blood to flush his face when it feels like all of it's pooling between his legs.

he'd be lying if he said that there was never tension, that the occasional thought of the two of them didn't rush through his mind whenever they had to share the bathroom, the shower, but this was different. they never talked about it. ever. and yet, here they are, talking about it. the tent in sukuna's pants is becoming impossible to ignore, and as toji looks at him, his shorts start to feel tighter too.

"go on," the older man goads, "or are you waitin' for me to come over there?"

sukuna throbs at the thought, but he's already out of his element and not ready to admit any more discoveries about himself yet, so instead, he clicks his tongue, head turning away as a hand gingerly reaches for the waistband of his sweats.

snaking it beneath the fabric, he reaches lower until a sigh of relief falls from his lips when he finally wraps his hand around his aching cock. "fuck."

toji's palming at his bulge, half-hard already just from a little teasing, a little watching. but he just hadn't thought sukuna would be so obedient. big and loud as he was, toji expected him to be more difficult to wear down, yet here he was, sitting in front of him, stroking his cock because he was told to.

sukuna stares straight ahead, jaw locked, body tense as toji's gaze burns into him. he doesn't want to look at him. not now. if he doesn't look at him then it's like he's not even there. yeah. it's just him alone on the couch, thinking about his roommate. thinking about your supple skin, the warmth of your body when you lay against him, the curve of your ass, your hips when you bend over… short shorts, too tight tops, black hair, bulging muscles, green eyes.

"sh-shit," sukuna grunts.

another wave of embarrassment washes over him as he closes his eyes, head falling back against the wall. he's seething, teeth grinding together. it feels too good. he swipes his thumb across his slit, gathering more precum before pressing against his frenulum. it shouldn't feel this good. he squeezes, pumping himself slow and tight. he chances a look, opening his eyes just barely, glancing to the side.

his eyes find toji's locked on him like they never left, like he was the only thing in the world worth looking at, worth thinking about right now. his shorts have been pulled down beneath his hips, just enough to free his own length which he's stroking languidly.

even with his hand wrapped around it, sukuna can see enough. the angry, flushed head, the girth that was hidden away beneath toji's clothes. and fuck, if that's not a sight to behold. he'd never dared look at it before, even in a casual way. maybe because he knew this would his reaction— his cock throbbing in his hand, his muscles tensing in that uncomfortable way where he just can't get them to relax no matter how hard he tries, how deep he breathes, not until he's able to get his release.

"you wanna make a bet?"

sukuna's head pops up at the question, his curiosity is piqued. "huh?"

"whoever cums last gets to fuck her first."

sukuna laughs, low and strained, his fist slowing but never stopping as he briefly considers the proposition. when he answers, neither man is surprised. everyone knows that sukuna is never one to back away from a challenge, especially not one that's so enticing.

"say less."

"atta boy." toji's voice is gruff, deeper than before and laced with a new level of arousal and sukuna can't stop his cock from jumping at the sound. he doesn't dwell on it anymore though, he can't be bothered, not when he needs to focus on the task in hand. the stakes are too high.

the air in the room is charged, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, a heavy humidity forming from the sheer intensity of their body heat, their breath, their sweat. quiet grunts and soft pants falling from both mouths, it feels like they're maddeningly loud, the only thing that sukuna can hear besides the sound of his own pulse ringing through his ears.

he can feel his composure slipping. no matter how hard he tries to fend off his orgasm, no matter how slow he drags his fist, no matter how hard he tenses his muscles or clenches his jaw. there's a tidal wave forming and it's threatening to take him out.

and the worst part?

whenever he thinks to himself, tries to remind himself that there's a bet on the line, that he needs to hold out, it only gets worse. and it's your fucking fault. or maybe it's toji's fault. all he can picture when he tries to scold himself is your face. his reward. your writhing body pinned beneath him. toji's shit-eating grin when he'd agreed to his stupid wager. the throbbing at the apex of his muscled thighs. what your moans would sound like. toji's calloused hands on his shaft. your soft lips around his tip. it was too much. too overwhelming. his mind was swirling and he couldn't get it to stop. did he even want it to stop?

fuck, it all felt so good.

did he even care if he lost?

no. yes.

"you 'bout to cum, pretty boy?"

toji's words snap sukuna from his spiraling thoughts. through lidded eyes and a furrowed brow he glances at the man and it's infuriating. he's the absolute picture of composure. a smug grin plastered on his face as he strokes himself steadily, expression unbothered, like this is any other moment, any other day.

"w-what the fuck," sukuna rasps out.

"hm?"

"how?" he can't manage to get much more out, his own impending release clouding his thoughts, clogging the words in his throat.

toji just laughs, he knows what sukuna's trying to ask. "i've got a few years on ya. 'm not gonna cum before a 20-something virgin."

"'m not— mmfuck— a v-virgin." the way he's stuttering has sukuna's ears burning. it's pathetic, really. he's never been like this, felt like this, but he can't help it. nor does he care anymore. he's so close.

"ya sure sound like one," toji chuckles.

"fuck you," sukuna grits out. he tightens his grip, pumping his dick harder and faster. sukuna knows that he's already lost and he's tired of waiting.

"yeah, you want that?"

toji starts to accelerate his own pace, allowing himself more relief now that he know's sukuna's teetering so close to the edge. their hands twist, glide, up, down, up, down, moving like they're in sync. sukuna's chest is heaving, a series of minuscule grunts tumbling out of him and toji can tell he just needs that last push.

"y'wanna know what it feels like? takin' my cock up your a—"

"fuck!" sukuna shouts, cutting him off. his whole body shudders, white spurts of cum coating his fist.

toji's own release takes him by surprise. but watching sukuna had more of an effect on him than he could've expected, his orgasm ripped from him like it belonged to the other man. his release spills onto his hand, onto his stomach, the waistband of his shorts.

both men reeling, heavy breathing is the only sound left in the room. whatever they'd been watching when you left was gone, the tv now asking them, "Are You Still Watching?"

sukuna's the first to move, stuffing himself back into his sweats. he expected it to be awkward. that their interactions now would be littered with uneasy chuckles and too-polite courtesies. surprisingly, though, and much to his relief, it was like nothing had changed. like the two of them didn't just jack off next to one another— no— with one another.

toji tucks himself away before standing, knees popping as he stretches with a loud groan. "i gotta shower."

"mhm." sukuna eyes him, licking his lips at the way his muscles ripple, the dried white spot on his abs.

"coming, pretty boy?"

the next movie night you join your roommates on the couch, sitting in your designated spot— the middle cushion. toji slings an arm around the back, resting it behind your head, and when sukuna comes and sits down it's too close. you're smushed between him, a thick tattooed thigh pressing against yours as sukuna man-spreads, forcing you further into toji, until you're practically cradled under his arm.

"what're we watching tonight?" sukuna asks, cracking open his beer.

"how 'bout that new movie — the action one," toji suggests, even though the both of them know you don't like action movies.

"i don't—" the rest of your sentence falls apart on your tongue when you feel a brush of toji's fingertips against the back of your neck. but when your head snaps to the side he's just looking at sukuna, expression blank, like he's bored.

"i'd be cool with that," sukuna replies casually, a false representation of the way he's feeling right now.

"guys, you know i don't like—" a heavy hand comes down on your thigh, patting the top of it.

"get the remote, will ya, princess?"

what the fuck is going on?

"okay…" you slide forward to reach for the remote on the coffee table, but sukuna's hand hasn't left your leg and now you're much too aware of the way your actions have shifted it higher, dangerously close to your core that's starting to feel like it's on fire. and when you slide back to your seat his hand moves with you, planted in place.

toji brings his arm around to take the remote from your hand, the other returning to your nape, gripping lightly, and you swear your heart is going to jump out of your chest.

"i got it, doll."

you miss the glance that the two men share above your head, too distracted by their words and the fact that sukuna's fingers are now slightly digging into the flesh of your thigh.

he knows it's forward but he can't help himself, not when he's been wanting to know the feeling of your supple skin since the day you moved in, and not when he sees the way toji's already sneaking his hands onto you.

"what are—" your breath catches in your throat when sukuna spreads his pinky out and it dips under the hem of your pajama shorts (if you can even call them shorts). toji's been clicking around on the remote but out of the corner of his eye he catches it, feeling a pang of jealousy in his chest and a tightness in his pants.

he shoots sukuna a warning look. a silent reminder of their agreement. "here we go," he says as he finally pulls up the movie, thumb gently rubbing the skin on the back of your neck.

flustered, you keep trying to figure out what's going on between the two of them. it feels like they're both in on something that you're not privy to, having their own little conversation like you're not even there. you'd think they genuinely forgot about you if it wasn't for the feeling of their hands burning into your flesh.

but then the conversation dies down and the movie starts, and you then hear it— a sniff. sukuna's eye's meet toji's in silent communication, telepathy seems to be a skill of theirs. another sniff from the other side of you.

your knees shoot together like they're magnetized. you're not even sure when it got this bad but you can feel the way your damp panties are clinging to your sex, and now you're sure the two titans beside you are aware of the mess forming between your legs. you try to turn your head to look at anyone but the hold on your nape stiffens, keeping your gaze on the tv.

sukuna shifts, hips coming up off the couch, other hand coming to adjust his sweats, eyes now glued on the movie that's starting.

an hour and a half later and you have absolutely no idea what the hell you were supposed to have watched. you were looking at the screen, sure, but the last thing you were doing was paying attention.

how could you?

it was impossible with the two not-so-little devils sitting next to you. their teasing was relentless, an endless cycle of hands in your hair, featherlight brushes of their fingertips against your skin. you were swimming in a wave of arousal, just trying not to drown, and each touch threatened to pull you under.

and you could tell they were feeling at least something too, since neither of them even cared to hide the tents in their pants. but when sukuna's hand crept toward your core and you parted your legs for him, he pulled away. and when toji's hand drifted around your neck and you tilted your head to the side for him, he pulled away. it was maddening.

"another movie?" thing one asked.

"i'm down." thing two replied.

the fucking nerve. no, you're not watching another movie. you're going to your room to take care of yourself since they both seem so adamant on not doing it for you.

toji, you might understand. he's a bit older and probably doesn't want to think of you that way, or maybe he just has enough sense to know that fucking your roommate can lead to some complications. but sukuna? you really thought he would have caved considering everything about him screams "horny 20-something boy who'd fuck a hole in the wall if it looked at him the right way." it's almost insulting that he didn't go for it.

you huff, standing abruptly. "i'm tired. goodnight." you don't wait for their replies before stalking off to your room and shutting the door behind you.

it takes less than a few seconds of rummaging through your nightstand before you're able to find ole reliable, your trusty vibrator. it's gotten you through more nights than you can count since moving in here. you press the button and it whirs to life. you slide your hand under your shorts and when you bring it down between your legs you gasp, even the light touch against your clothed core felt overwhelming with how turned on you were. your clit is already sensitive, aching to be touched and you feel your arousal spreading more, coating your panties.

you dip the toy into your underwear, rubbing it between your folds, gathering your slick and pressing slightly each time you graze your sensitive bud. tugging your bottom lip between your teeth you try to muffle your moans but you were left feeling so pent up that the action does little. it feels too good. images replay in your mind of the two men you live with, of their bodies, the baritone of their voices. you envision what it would be like to feel the weight of them on top of you, to hear them whispering in your ears while they touch you, while they drill their cocks into your holes, using you however they want.

fuck, it would feel so much better.

gasping, writhing, you hold the vibrator steady against your clit, until it's almost unbearable. until your hand is shaking, fighting against you, and threatening to pull away but you don't dare let it, not when you're so close. the coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, your toes curling, you're sweating by the time it snaps! and your orgasm crashes over you.

your entire body shudders, back arching off the mattress, eyes clamped shut. a scream is ripped from your chest, louder than you'd expected and before you can cut yourself off the name tumbles out, "

toji wasn't even trying to eavesdrop. you'd said you were tired and he was making his way to his room when he heard it. the faint but unmistakable buzzing from the other side of your door. and then he heard you. the melodious sound of your voice, your moans, your scream. could he really be blamed for lingering and listening at that point? and when the soft bzzzzz didn't go away and he could still hear you whimpering, could he really be blamed for opening the conveniently unlocked door and slipping inside?

maybe a little.

but toji is more than willing to throw his already gray morals out the window the minute he sees you sprawled out on the sheets, breasts threatening to spill out of the top of your tank top, a hand in your shorts, a wet spot between your thighs, and a smaller one forming on the sheets between your spread legs. you weren't even naked and without a doubt it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. and he's seen a lot.

your eyes flutter open, sliding to meet his hungry gaze. a part of him is already prepared for you to berate him, to yell at him to get out, or call him a perv. but none of those things happen.

"you came."

your voice is breathless, laced with relief like you needed him.

"you called."

you sit up, turning off the vibrator and tossing it aside as he stalks over to you. his broad chest is rising and falling almost as much as yours as he towers over you. he's looking down at your figure like you're his prey, and it feels like you might be, but you're perfectly okay with that. you'd be anything for him in this moment.

your hands reach up, hooking into his waistband and tugging hard, pulling him onto the bed with you. he catches himself, palms resting on either side of your head as a chuckle rumbles deep in his throat.

"eager little thing, aren't ya?"

you roll your eyes, hands moving to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair as you bring him to you. he meets your kiss fervently, lips moving in sync. it doesn't start slow or tender. no, it's greedy. he's impatient. you both are. you've wanted this for so long you can't hold back anymore.

teeth clashing, tongues twirling against each other. you moan into his mouth when he sucks your bottom lip between his, biting down. his hands roam freely, squeezing your breasts, pulling your shirt down to let them fall out. he palms at them, pinching your nipples harshly making you whimper and rubbing them soothingly after. you're so responsive, your first orgasm leaving your whole body tingling.

a hand trails down your stomach, wasting no time before slipping into your shorts, feeling you through your underwear.

"fuckkk, doll," toji groans into your mouth, bucking his hips forward, his cock rubbing against the inside of your thigh. "you're soaked down here."

you roll your hips as you thread a hand in his hair, tugging roughly. he sighs loudly when your mouth latches onto his neck, suckling gently, nipping at the skin and swiping your tongue over the bruises.

"need somethin'?"

you nod, rolling your hips again, grinding against his hand.

toji draws his hand out of your shorts before delivering a sharp slap! to your clothed cunt making you cry out. "a-ah! toji!"

"use your words, you're a big girl." he rubs gentle, soothing circles over you.

"want you i-inside me…" you mumble, burying your face up into the crook of his neck, peppering little kisses and kitten licks all over his skin.

in one fluid motion he yanks your clothes to the side and pushes two fingers inside your cunt with an embarrassing squelch. a sound halfway between a gasp and moan tumbles from your lips at the sudden intrusion and toji sounds the same. the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around his fingers, practically sucking him in, he has half a mind to pull them out and just shove his cock into you instead. but he doesn't. wet as you are, you're nowhere near prepared enough to take all of him, and he needs you to take all of him.

"so fuckin' tight," toji groans, pumping his fingers in and out of you. slowly at first, but when he feels you starting to relax for him he stops holding back. he pushes them back in, curling, scissoring, in and out, burying his hand to the knuckle each time. more slick begins to spill out, dribbling down to your asshole and onto the sheets beneath you.

"such a messy girl. seemed so sweet when i met ya, but here ya are, lettin' your older roommate finger this slutty pussy."

you can only whine in response, each word being punched out of your throat with a thrust of his digits into your sloppy cunt. your eyes roll shut, brows pinched together as your hands grip the sheets.

his fingers are big, stretching your pussy open wide and there's only two inside. you can't even worry about what his cock will feel like when he hooks his thumb around your pelvis, pressing against your clit. each time he slides his hand in and out his thumb rubs against you, your slick spreading like lube, there's no friction just skin gliding against skin, and it's all so wet.

"mmfuck— toji, ha-ah! 'm so close," you moan.

but he already knows. the way your walls are pulsing around him, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, you're whining even more now. his free hand comes down to rest on your neck, giving you a light squeeze. you feel his hair brushing against your forehead as he leans in over you.

"so loud, you want him to hear?" he whispers in your ear.

you shake your head, "n-no…"

"bet he's listening right now. probably got his cock in his hand, hearin' that pretty voice." toji squeezes your throat again, harder this time, causing your breath to hitch in your throat and your walls to clench around him. "dirty girl."

you wonder if toji's right. if sukuna's really on the other side of the wall in his room, pumping his cock as he listens in on you both. you hope he is.

there's a pit in your stomach as you teeter dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm. each touch on your sensitive clit, each thrust of his fingers back into your greedy cunt have your mind spiraling, setting your skin on fire.

"go on, let go f'me, doll face. wanna hear those noises you make when you cum," he grunts, rolling his hips, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. "let us hear you."

he coaxes it out of you so easily. he knows your body too well, you're not even sure how. but seconds later and you fall apart on his fingers with a sharp cry, his hands holding your writhing body in place on the bed as your cunt gushes around him.

your eyes flutter open and in your haze you can see him. pupils blown wide, a feral grin on his face as he pulls out of you, raising his glistening fingers to his mouth. his tongue falls out, licking up the digits, swirling around them. he groans loudly when he tastes you.

and then he moves. fast. two hands gripping the waistband of your shorts, pulling them off with your panties in one motion. his pants are next. he slides them off quickly, his finally free cock slapping up against his stomach before hanging down from it's own weight. it's big. girthy, littered with veins, the flushed tip already leaking. and then he's hooking his arms under your knees and yanking you to the edge of the bed making you yelp.

"toji!"

"stand up."

you hesitate for a moment. but you listen. hands pressing into the mattress as you raise yourself up onto shaky legs. his arm wraps around your waist, spinning you around and pulling your back into his chest, his cock sitting against your ass. he grinds into you, groaning in your ear.

"feel what ya do to me?"

your cheeks burn, and you push back against him. "need you, toji…"

his other hand comes down, smacking the flesh of your ass. he watches the way it jiggles, the way your knees knock together, he hears you whimper quietly.

"so fuckin' greedy," he groans, smaking you again. "always want more, don't ya?"

"a-ah! yes!" your thighs rub together, spreading your cum around, your cunt throbbing for him again already.

another smack. "beg then."

"mmm— please! please, toji, wan'you to fuck me."

he chuckles, low and deep behind you and he slots his length between your plush, slick thighs, the shaft rubbing against your puffy folds. "that's my good girl."

toji's hands slide against your stomach, up your waist before cupping your breasts. he pulls his hips back, pushes them forward, fucking himself between your legs a few times before you feel his head poking at your entrance. the mushroom tip slips inside and you both gasp. it's just the tip but it feels so much better than his fingers already. and maybe you are greedy because you can't stop yourself from arching your back and pushing yourself down onto him.

he slides in with a biiiig stretch. your eyes squeeze shut, mouth parted in an 'o' as you moan loudly. each inch is torturous, splitting you open in a deliciously painful way, and the second you take that last inch, feeling your ass meet his pelvis— you're addicted.

toji groans, hips still as he lets you adjust to his size, but only for a moment. and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you off him before slamming you back down.

"f-fuck! toji!"

he thrusts slow, deep, hard. each movement is precise, carrying the weight of his intentions to ruin you tonight. "feels so fuckin— fuck-" he grunts, "so good."

"more," you whine, "toji move f-fast—"

he snaps his hips forward with a growl. "like i said— ngh- greedy."

his fingers dig into your skin with a bruising grip, and then he's drilling into you at a breath-taking pace. you cry out a broken moan, half of his name as your hands fly back to his forearms. your nails are digging crescents into his skin but you feel like if you let go you'll fall forward with the weight of his thrusts.

"holy f-fuck, toji! haah!"

you're moaning loudly but the noise just gets drowned out. the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, sounds of your wet, sloppy cunt dripping around toji's cock as he bullies himself into your poor pussy.

you feel a hand slide to your back, pressing firmly, pushing your chest out and forcing a slight arch and it makes you scream. the new angle makes it feel like his cockhead is bruising your cervix. curving just right he drills into that spongey spot on your walls, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"toji, i c-can't— please!"

"you asked for it," he rasps, "fuckin' take it."

his speed picks up, and you feel that familiar feeling building in your core again. a swirling heat that's burning brightly, your body buzzing with arousal.

"i can't!" you sob, "'s too much."

the hand on your back moves to your jaw, gripping tightly and snapping your head forward. "open your eyes," he commands.

your lashes flutter, vision blurred by your tears but you can still see what he wants you to see. the image of your bodies pressed together, your messy hair, sweat-slicked skin, bouncing tits, all on display in the mirror you have hung on the wall in front of you. toji's towering behind you, bulging muscles wrapped around your trembling figure as he pounds into you from behind.

"watch. see what i've been waitin' so long for."

you're a mess. absolutely ruined at his hands, but he doesn't look much better. all grunts and groans as he fights to keep up the animalistic pace that he set.

"been dyin' to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock," he growls, "tell me you love it."

"i love it! love your cock!" you mewl.

"yeah?"

"mhmmm," you moan, "'m gonna cum, t-toji!"

"shit— yeah, cummin' all over daddy's cock?"

you feel the tension winding tighter, but it's different. the overstimulation, the way he's drilling into that sweet spot inside you over and over—

"y-yes daddy!"

and you cum hard. watery slick spilling from your cunt, splashing onto the tops of your thighs, your whole body shakes as your third orgasm is ripped from your body and toji's following right behind you.

your pussy clamping down around him, soaking him, the sound of you crying out for him, it's all so much. toji's hips stutter, pace faltering and he moans loudly. with one last thrust, he slams his hips into you before pulling out quickly, hot, white cum shooting out, splattering onto your back and the flesh of your ass.

"fuck, doll," he pants. "gonna be the death of me."

your body feels heavy and sore already, and it feels like a full-time job just trying to stand up. with wobbly legs you're the first to try to move, but you don't make it one step before toji's picking you up bridal style and plopping you gently onto your stomach on the bed.

your eyelids are sliding shut, sleep threatening to take over already as he grabs his shorts, cleaning you up with them before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

"get under the covers, princess."

you grumble something unintelligible which makes him chuckle, moving on his own to fix your shirt and pull the sheets out and over your limp body before he moves to slip out of your room.

"stay." you plead softly.

and how can he resist? when you look so cozy and you're glancing up at him with those pretty, tired eyes, with a small pout on your lips.

when you wake up the next morning, you roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. the sheets are cool, like toji's been gone for a while. there's a small pang in your chest but you try to ignore it. you reason with yourself that he doesn't owe you anything just because he fucked you. if you let silly feelings get in the way it'll just make things complicated, and you couldn't imagine yourself living anywhere else now.

you roll out of bed, throwing on the first pair of pants you can find before trudging to the kitchen. when you walk in you see sukuna, all bare chest and tattoos. he turns when he hears you rummaging for a coffee mug.

he's smirking. "mornin' sunshine. you look like you got hit by a truck."

"shut up," you groan.

"late night?" he goads.

does he know? he has to. you weren't exactly quiet, and toji seemed pretty confident that sukuna was… aware. either way, toji wasn't even here, and his absence had you feeling a little embarrassed about the whole thing.

"something like that," you mumble.

"right," sukuna nods.

your ears perk up when you hear the lock click on the front door, the familiar creak as it's pushed open. and in walks the man of the hour. black compression shirt and sweatpants on, a drink carrier with 3 coffees in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.

"i'm back," toji says, kicking off his shoes, "cafe was fuckin' packed."

a laugh bubbles up out of sukuna's chest and you shoot him a suspicious glare. "look, daddy's home."

now it's not just your eyes, your whole head snaps to the side, mouth hanging open as you stare at him. your cheeks are burning and you can hear toji chucking from across the room. your hand flies up to smack sukuna in the back of the head.

"you little shit!" you squeal but he just laughs harder.

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a/n: this was in the drafts for a whiiiile and i'm so happy i finally got it out. def going to build on this roommate au with some more drabbles or oneshots :>