#ovulation cravings

“But you are crazy,” Shiu cuts in, flicking ash into a half-empty pizza box.

Sukuna ignores him. “She says to me, ‘I’m not that kind of girl.’” He mimics a high, prissy voice that makes Naoya snort. “So I say, ‘Baby, you’re exactly that kind of girl. You’re just afraid of how much you’re gonna like it.’”

“You’re so full of shit,” Shiu says, but there’s no heat in it.

“Nah, man, she was begging by the end.” Sukuna grins, all teeth. “Like, literally. ‘Please, please, please.’”

They all know he’s exaggerating, they always do, but that’s half the fun.

“Please,” Naoya scoffs. “I had this girl last week, she was so into it she squirted all over my fucking bed. Had to throw out the mattress.”

That gets everyone’s attention. Sukuna sits up straighter, eyes narrowing. Shiu takes a long drag of his cigarette.

“Bullshit,” Sukuna says. “You couldn’t make a girl squirt if your life depended on it.”

“I swear to god,” Naoya insists, cheeks flushing. “It was like a fucking firehose. She apologized and everything.”

Shiu shakes his head. “She was probably just pissing herself laughing at your sad little dick.”

The room erupts. Sukuna nearly chokes on his beer. Even Toji, who’s been suspiciously quiet, cracks a smile.

“Fuck you,” Naoya spits, but there’s no bite to it. They all know the drill by now. “Whatever. At least I’m not the one paying women to pretend they’re into me.”

Shiu raises an eyebrow. “That’s business, not pleasure. And I get off on watching their bank accounts grow. You wouldn’t understand.”

“You two are fucking sad,” Sukuna says, shaking his head. “I had this one girl last month, she was so into it she let me cum in her mouth and then kiss her. Like, deep. And she swallowed everything.”

They all groan. Classic Sukuna, always trying to one-up everyone with his tales of sexual conquest.

“That’s not even impressive,” Shiu says, but the slight tightening around his eyes says otherwise. “I had a woman once who came three times from just my fingers. Didn’t even need to get my dick out.”

It’s at this point that Sukuna notices Toji hasn’t said a word. Normally, Toji’s the first to jump in with some crude story or another, something to make them all wince or whistle or call him a sick fuck.

“Hey,” Sukuna says, tossing an empty can at Toji’s head. “You dead in there? We’re talking about pussy and you’ve got nothing to say?”

Toji catches the can midair without looking, crushing it in his fist. “Just waiting for you amateurs to finish.”

That gets everyone’s attention. Shiu raises an eyebrow. Naoya stops pacing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sukuna asks.

Toji takes a long swig of his whiskey, then sets the glass down with a deliberate thunk. “Means I’ve been fucking my stepdaughter for the past six months, and she lets me do anything I want to her.”

The room goes silent. For once, Sukuna has nothing to say. Shiu’s cigarette burns, forgotten, between his fingers. Naoya’s mouth opens and closes like a fish.

“You’re full of shit,” Shiu finally says, but his voice lacks its usual conviction.

Toji just smiles, that slow, dangerous curve of lips that means he’s about to prove someone wrong.

“She’s a squirter,” he says, as casually as if he’s discussing the weather. “Like, for real. Not that pissing shit Naoya’s talking about. The real deal. Soaking the sheets, hitting the headboard. And she begs—fuck, she begs so pretty. ‘Please, Daddy, please.’”

“Stop,” Sukuna says, but he’s leaning forward now, clearly intrigued despite himself. “That’s fucked up, man.”

“What?” Toji shrugs. “She’s legal. And she’s got the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. Takes my whole fist and thanks me for it.”

“I don’t believe you,” Naoya says, but he’s gone pale. “You wouldn’t—she wouldn’t—“

“You calling me a liar?” Toji’s voice drops, dangerous.

“No, but—“ Naoya stumbles over his words. “That’s just—that’s your daughter, man.”

“Stepdaughter,” Toji corrects. “And she’s not my daughter when she’s on her knees.”

The room falls into an uncomfortable silence. Shiu stubs out his cigarette, then immediately lights another. Sukuna takes another swig of his beer, eyes never leaving Toji’s face.

“I want proof,” Sukuna says finally.

“Yeah,” Shiu agrees, surprising everyone. “Show us or it didn’t happen.”

Toji laughs, a sound that sends a chill down even Sukuna’s spine. “You want me to prove I fuck my stepdaughter?”

“That’s fucked up,” Naoya says, but he doesn’t leave. None of them do.

“Wait here,” Toji says, standing up and draining the last of his whiskey. “I’ll be right back.”

And with that, he’s gone, leaving the three men in a silence broken only by the soft crackle of Shiu’s cigarette and the distant sound of Toji’s heavy footsteps heading upstairs.

The bedroom door slams open with enough force to make the walls shudder. You’re sitting cross-legged on your bed, phone in hand, earbuds in, when suddenly there’s Toji, all six-foot-something of him filling your doorway, his eyes dark with that look you’ve come to know all too well.

You barely have time to yank out your earbuds before he’s crossing the room, his hand wrapping around your upper arm.

“What the—“ you start, but Toji cuts you off with a shake of his head.

“No talking,” he says, his voice that special kind of rough that makes your stomach flip. “I’ve got something to show the boys.”

And then you’re airborne—literally—as he hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.

Your stomach lurches as he turns and heads back toward the door, one hand splayed across the back of your thighs to keep you in place. The world tilts sideways, your hair hanging down past Toji’s shoulder blades, the floor moving beneath you in a nauseating blur.

“Toji!” you hiss, pounding your fists against his lower back. “Put me down!”

“Stop squirming,” he says, giving your ass a warning slap that echoes in the narrow hallway. “You’re gonna make me drop you.”

You know from experience he won’t drop you (Toji’s strong enough to carry you one-handed if he wanted to) but the threat is enough to make you go limp.

Your tank top rides up, exposing a strip of your lower back to the cool air of the house. Your shorts, those thin cotton ones that barely cover your ass on a good day, slide even further up the curve of your thighs.

The living room comes into view, and with it, the shocked faces of Toji’s friends.

You’ve seen them around before. Shiu with his ever-present cigarette, Sukuna with his massive frame and smirk, Naoya with his badly bleached hair and piercings. But never like this. Never with you draped over Toji’s shoulder like some kind of exotic pet.

Toji drops you into his lap as he sinks back into his recliner. Your face burns hot enough to fry an egg as you scramble to hide yourself against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck, your face pressing into the warm skin where his t-shirt collar hangs loose.

You can feel his heart beating against your cheek, steady and strong, while yours hammers like it’s trying to escape your ribcage.

You’re acutely aware of how you’re sitting—straddling one of his thighs, your knees pressing into the leather on either side of his hips, your ass perched precariously on his other leg.

Your shorts have ridden up so far you can feel the cool air on the exposed skin of your ass cheeks. Your tank top has twisted, exposing a sliver of your stomach where it meets the waistband of your shorts.

“Sshh,” Toji soothes, one big hand running up and down your spine in long, slow strokes. The other hand comes up to card through your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles. “You shy, princess?”

You nod against his neck, not trusting yourself to speak. The living room has gone dead quiet—you can practically hear the smoke from Shiu’s cigarette curling toward the ceiling.

“What the fuck,” Sukuna says finally, breaking the silence. His voice is thick with something you don’t want to identify.

“You can’t just—“ Shiu starts, then stops, seemingly at a loss for words.

It’s Naoya who speaks up next, his voice sharp with indignation. “Don’t be rude,” he says, and you realize with a start that he’s talking to you. “You have guests over.”

You feel Toji’s body tense beneath you, and you peek up just enough to see the glare he’s shooting at Naoya. But then Toji’s hand is on your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“He’s right, baby,” Toji says, his voice dropping to that tone he uses when it’s just the two of you. “You should say hello to everyone.”

Slowly, reluctantly, you turn in his lap to face the room.

The three men are staring at you with expressions ranging from shock to hunger. You manage a small wave, your fingers barely moving, before embarrassment overtakes you again and you duck back down to hide your face in Toji’s neck.

“Jesus Christ,” Shiu mutters, finally remembering his cigarette and taking a long drag. “She’s actually—“

“Shy,” Toji cuts in, his hand resuming its gentle stroking of your hair. “Aren’t you, princess? But she’s not always like this.” His voice drops even lower, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Are you, baby?”

You shake your head slightly, not trusting your voice.

“The guys don’t believe me,” Toji says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “They think I’m making shit up about how good I make you feel.”

That gets your attention. You lift your head slightly, frowning. “No,” you say, your voice small but clear. “That’s not true. You take good care of me.”

The room goes quiet again. You can feel Toji’s chest rumble with silent laughter beneath your cheek.

“Hear that?” he says to the room at large. “She thinks I take good care of her.”

“She’s just saying that,” Naoya cuts in, his voice tight. “She’s probably scared of you.”

That makes you frown. “I’m not scared of Toji,” you say, a little more firmly. “He’s never hurt me.”

“Not in a bad way,” Toji agrees, and there’s something in his voice that makes your face heat up again.

“Look,” Sukuna says, his massive frame shifting on the couch as he leans forward. “I don’t know what kind of fucked up game you two are playing, but—“

“It’s not a game,” Toji says, cutting him off. “And we’re gonna prove it.” His hand slides down to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze that makes you jump. “Right, baby? We’re gonna show these assholes exactly how good I can make you feel.”

Toji’s looking at you with those eyes, and his hand is warm on your skin, and his voice is doing that thing that makes your stomach flip, and—

“Okay,” you whisper, so quietly you’re not sure anyone but Toji can hear it.

But they must, because the room goes deathly quiet again, the only sound the soft crackle of Shiu’s cigarette as it burns closer to the filter.

Toji’s hand slides down from the small of your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine until they reach the waistband of your shorts.

For a moment, he just rests his palm there, warm and heavy, then slowly, so slowly you can feel each individual callus, his hand cups the roundness of your ass.

His fingers dig in slightly, testing the give of flesh beneath thin cotton, and you can’t stop the small whine that escapes your throat as you bury your face deeper into his neck.

“There it is,” Toji murmurs, voice pitched low for your ears only. “That pretty little sound.”

His hand slides lower, gripping the meat of your ass cheek and giving it a gentle squeeze. Then another, firmer this time, making the flesh jiggle beneath his palm.

The sound seems obscenely loud in the otherwise silent room—the soft smack of skin against skin, your barely-there gasp as you squirm in his lap.

“What the fuck,” Sukuna says again, but there’s a new note in his voice, something hot and hungry that makes your skin prickle.

“Jesus Christ,” Shiu mutters, taking another long drag of his cigarette. “This is fucking—“

“Hot,” Naoya cuts in, his voice tight. “It’s fucking hot, is what it is.”

Toji laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he says, and then his hand is moving again, sliding around to the front of your shorts, dipping beneath the waistband.

You stiffen, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over you. “Toji,” you whisper, your voice breaking on his name. “They can see—“

“That’s the point, baby,” he murmurs back, and then his fingers are sliding lower, pushing past the elastic of your panties to cup you directly. Your shorts pull taut across the front, the outline of his hand clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.

“Holy shit,” Sukuna breathes, leaning forward on the couch. “Is he—“

“Fuck,” Shiu agrees, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. “He is.”

Toji’s fingers move, spreading your folds, finding the slick heat of you with unerring accuracy.

Your breath catches as he circles your clit, once, twice, then dips lower to gather the wetness there.

The sound is unmistakable. The soft, obscene squelch of his fingers moving through your arousal.

And you want to die, want to disappear, want to sink into the floor and never come back up.

But then Toji’s finger presses just right, rubbing tight circles against that spot that makes your vision blur, and all you can do is clutch at his shoulders and try to remember how to breathe.

“She’s soaked,” Toji announces to the room, his voice thick with pride. “Always gets this wet for me. Don’t you, princess?”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as his fingers continue their relentless exploration.

“Stand up,” Toji says suddenly, his hand withdrawing from your shorts to grip your waist. “Come on, baby. Up.”

You obey without thinking, your body responding to his command before your brain can catch up.

Your legs are shaky as you stand, the cool air hitting your overheated skin making you shiver. Toji’s hands are on your hips, turning you to face the room, to face his friends. All three of them staring at you.

Toji’s hands move to the waistband of your shorts, fingers hooking under the elastic to tug your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. The cool air hits your exposed flesh, raising goosebumps along your thighs, between your legs. Your shorts and panties land in a tangle around your ankles, and then Toji’s giving them a flick, sending them flying across the room—directly at Naoya, who catches them with a startled yelp.

“Fuck,” Shiu says, his voice cracking on the word. “She’s completely—“

“Full of hair,” Sukuna finishes, eyes fixed on the juncture of your thighs. “What a woman.”

Toji laughs again, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Ilike it this way,” he says, one hand coming up to stroke the inside of your thigh. “I don’t mind a little hair in my food.”

Your face burns, but you can’t look away from the three men—can’t tear your eyes from the way Sukuna’s shifted on the couch, one hand adjusting himself through his pants; from the way Shiu’s cigarette has burned down to the filter without him noticing; from the way Naoya’s clutching your discarded underwear like it’s something precious.

“Sit,” Toji says, his hands guiding you back down—but not onto his lap this time. Instead, he’s shifting in the recliner, reaching down to unzip his jeans and free his cock. It springs up, already hard, the tip glistening slightly in the dim light. “Here,” he says, guiding you to straddle him, facing outward toward his friends. “That’s it, baby. Take me in.”

You sink down onto him slowly, your body opening to accept his size. It burns, it always does no matter how many times you’ve done this. But it burns good, stretching you, making your toes curl. Your breath hitches as he bottoms out, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

“Fuck,” Sukuna breathes, leaning forward on the couch. “Look at her stomach.”

You glance down, and your breath catches. There’s a visible bulge in your lower abdomen, the outline of Toji’s cock pressing against your skin from the inside. Your pussy clenches around him at the sight, making him groan.

“Holy shit,” Naoya says, his voice higher than usual. “He’s actually deep inside.“

“Fuckin hell,” Shiu starts, his usual composure nowhere to be found. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Toji’s hands come up to grip your thighs, spreading your legs wider to better display you to his audience. Your pussy is stretched obscenely around his girth, your inner lips struggling to close around the intrusion. There’s a glistening ring of cream where your bodies join.

“Ride me,” Toji says, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. “Show these assholes what a good girl you are.”

You start to move, rising your hips slightly before sinking back down. The angle is awkward with your legs spread so wide, but Toji’s hands are there to guide you, to set the pace.

Up, down. Up, down. The wet sounds of your arousal fill the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate whimpers and Toji’s occasional grunts of pleasure.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his free hand sliding up under your tank top to cup your breast. His thumb finds your nipple immediately, circling the already hardened peak. “Look at them,” he says, nodding toward his friends. “They can’t take their eyes off you. They’re imagining what it would be like to fuck you. To have you ride their cocks just like this.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, but your body responds anyway, your inner walls clenching around him as heat builds low in your belly.

“Want to see these,” Toji says, his hand moving to the hem of your tank top. With one smooth motion, he tugs it down, exposing your breasts to the cool air—and to the hungry gazes of his friends. Your nipples harden further under their attention, and you can’t stop the small moan that escapes your lips.

“Fuck,” Sukuna says again, apparently beyond any other vocabulary. “They’re perfect.”

“They’re mine,” Toji corrects, his hand coming up to squeeze your breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Aren’t they, baby? You’re all mine.”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as his thumb flicks over your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your hips move faster of their own accord, chasing that feeling, that building pressure that promises release.

“Fuck,” Shiu mutters, finally remembering his cigarette and stubbing it out.

“She’s gonna cum,” Toji announces, his voice thick with pride. “Just from my cock and my fingers on her tits. She’s that sensitive.” His hand moves to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. Squeezing, fondling, thumb circling your nipple until it’s a hard, aching point. “Aren’t you, princess? You’re gonna cum just like this, with everyone watching.”

And you are. You’re so close you can taste it, the pressure building at the base of your spine, your thighs starting to shake with the effort of holding yourself up. One more stroke, one more twist of Toji’s fingers, and you’ll—

“Wait,” Toji says suddenly, his hand leaving your breast to grip your hip, stopping your movements. “I’m gonna teach you fuckers something.”

His hands are still on your hips, keeping you immobile on his cock, your inner walls fluttering helplessly around his girth. “You want to know how to make a girl squirt? For real, not that pissing shit Naoya was talking about?” He glances around the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn. “Watch and learn.”

Sukuna leans forward, eyes narrowed. “You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not,” Toji says, his hands sliding up to your waist. “She’s ovulating right now. Makes it easier. She creams up real nice, gets so sensitive she can’t stand it.” His thumbs rub small circles into the soft skin of your stomach. “You just have to overstimulate her. Push her past what she thinks she can take.”

It’s true, you are ovulating, your body extra responsive, extra eager.

But hearing Toji say it out loud, in front of his friends, makes your stomach twist with a confusing mix of embarrassment and arousal.

“First,” Toji says, his hands moving up to cup your breasts again, “you gotta get her nice and worked up.” His fingers find your nipples, pinching lightly—then, without warning, he pulls.

You arch into the touch, a startled gasp escaping your lips. The sensation is electric, making your head spin. Your back bows, pushing your chest further into Toji’s hands, your hips rocking forward of their own accord.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his voice dropping to that register meant for your ears only. “She likes it a little rough. Don’t you, princess?”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as he gives your nipples another tug, then another, each one sending a fresh jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your pussy clenches around his cock, still buried deep inside you, and you can feel him pulse in response.

Toji’s hands leave your breasts, one coming up to cup the back of your neck, guiding your face to his. For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you. But his mouth is on your neck instead, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting.

He works his way down, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, the top curve of your breast, before moving back up to suck a dark mark into the sensitive spot just below your ear.

You whimper, the sound embarrassingly needy, as his teeth graze your skin. Your hips move without your permission, rocking back and forth on his cock, seeking friction, seeking release.

“That’s it,” Toji groans, his voice hot against your ear. “Take what you need. Use my cock however you want.”

His hands move to your ass, gripping the soft flesh and guiding your movements. The wet sounds of your arousal fill the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate whimpers and Toji’s occasional grunts of pleasure.

“Give them a show,” Toji continues, one hand sliding up to grip your hair, tilting your head back to better display your throat. “Let them see how good I make you feel.”

Your hips move faster, chasing that feeling, that building pressure that promises release.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his free hand sliding down your stomach to where your bodies join. “You’re doing so good, princess. So fucking good for me.”

His fingers find your clit without looking, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. The touch is almost too much after the building pleasure of his cock inside you—and you jerk in his lap, a startled gasp escaping your lips.

“Shh,” Toji soothes, his other hand coming up to cover your mouth. “You can take it. I know you can.”

His fingers move faster, tighter circles against your clit that make your vision blur. Your inner walls clench around his cock, your thighs starting to shake with the effort of holding yourself up. And then Toji’s fingers change direction, pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger. And you break.

It hits you like a freight train, your orgasm crashing through you with enough force to make your back arch, your head thrown back.

Your pussy clenches around Toji’s cock, milking him as pleasure radiates outward from your core. But it’s not just the orgasm. It’s what comes with it, the sudden gush of wetness that erupts from you, splashing over Toji’s hand, his cock, dripping down to darken the fabric of the recliner beneath you.

“Oh fuck,” Sukuna breathes, leaning forward on the couch.

“She’s squirting,” Shiu finishes, his cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. “Fucking hell.”

Toji doesn’t stop—if anything, he doubles down, his fingers swiping through the mess you’ve made to circle your clit again. “That’s it,” he praises, his voice thick with pride. “Let go. Give me everything.”

And you do, another gush of clear fluid erupting from you, then another, each one accompanied by a broken moan that Toji’s hand does little to muffle. Your hips move of their own accord, riding out the waves of pleasure, your inner walls fluttering around Toji’s cock as he continues to stroke you through it.

By the time it’s over, you’re slumped against his chest, boneless and shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Toji’s cock is still buried deep inside you, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath your ear. His hand moves from between your legs to your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles.

“There you go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s my good girl.”

“Impressive,” Shiu speaks up, finally remembering his cigarette and taking a long drag. “I’ll give you that.”

“Anyone want to try?” Toji asks, his voice casual despite the way his cock twitches inside you at the words. “Show me what you learned?”

The room goes quiet, the three men exchanging glances. No one moves—they’re all still mesmerized by what they’ve just witnessed. Your inner walls still occasionally clenching around his cock as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you.

“Come on,” Toji taunts, one hand idly stroking your hair. “Don’t tell me you’re all talk. I just gave you a free lesson.”

Still no one moves. Sukuna shifts on the couch, his massive frame seeming suddenly restless. Shiu takes another drag of his cigarette, eyes never leaving the point where your bodies join. Naoya stands frozen, his expression unreadable.

“No takers?” Toji says, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that always makes your stomach flip. “Guess I’ll have to keep her all to myself, then.”

No one moves. The room is frozen in a tableau of lust and shock. They’re not sure if Toji’s just challenging them or actually inviting them. Even the air seems still, heavy with the mingled scents of sex and smoke and anticipation.

It’s Shiu who breaks first, glancing away and clearing his throat. He reaches for the ashtray, stubbing out his cigarette with slightly shaking hands. His eyes dart around the room, landing everywhere but on you—on the TV, on the ceiling, on the half-empty beer bottles lined up on the coffee table.

“See something you like?” Toji asks, his voice thick with amusement. His hand is still in your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles as you catch your breath against his chest.

“Just surprised, is all,” Shiu says, his voice carefully neutral. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Toji laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” he says, one hand sliding up to cup your tits, giving it a possessive squeeze. “Come closer. Get a better look.”

Shiu shakes his head. “I’m good from here.”

“Come on,” Toji coaxes, his voice dropping to that dangerous register. “Don’t be shy. She doesn’t bite.” A pause, then, “Unless you ask nicely.”

“Please,” you hear yourself say, the word barely more than a whisper. “I want... I want you to come closer.”

Shiu’s eyes snap to yours, surprise flashing across his face before he can hide it. “What?”

“Please,” you say again, your voice stronger this time. “I want to see you. Want you to see me.”

Something flickers in Shiu’s eyes, caution maybe, but he’s already moving, crossing the room with measured steps until he’s standing just beyond arm’s reach of Toji’s recliner.

Up close, he’s even more intimidating. Shiu is tall and lean, with that perpetually tired look that comes from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep. His slanted eyes never leave your face, even as his hand comes up to adjust his collar.

“Closer,” Toji says, his voice leaving no room for argument. “She won’t break.”

Shiu takes another step forward, close enough now that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to.

And you do want to. The realization hits you with the force of a physical blow, your hand moving of its own accord to grab his belt, fingers curling around the leather with surprising strength.

“Fuck,” Shiu breathes, his composure cracking for just a moment as you tug him forward, your other hand working at his belt buckle with surprising dexterity. “Wait, I—“

But it’s too late—his belt is already coming loose, his zipper already sliding down, and then his cock is springing free, hitting you square in the face with enough force to make your eyes water. It’s already hard, the tip glistening slightly with pre-cum, the veins standing out prominently along its length.

“Calm down,” Shiu mutters, one hand coming up as if to push you away but then stopping, hovering uncertainly in the air between you. “You don’t have to—“

You cut him off by wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue flattening against the underside as you take him into your mouth.

He’s hot and heavy on your tongue, slightly bitter with the taste of pre-cum, the musky scent of him filling your nostrils. You work your way down his length slowly, taking him deeper with each bob of your head, saliva already beginning to pool in your mouth.

“Nnnghh, fuck,” Shiu breathes, his hand finally settling on the top of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “Fuck, that’s—“

He doesn’t finish the thought, too caught up in the sensation of your mouth around him, your tongue working along his length.

Your cheeks hollow as you suck, your hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, twisting slightly on the upstroke. Drool escapes the corner of your mouth, sliding down your chin to drip onto your exposed breasts, but you’re beyond caring about how you look.

Shiu doesn’t know what to do with his hands. One second they’re on your head, the next they’re gripping his own hips, white-knuckled with the effort of holding himself back. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his hips jerking forward slightly with each downward movement of your head.

“She likes it rough,” Toji says, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure clouding your mind. “Don’t you, baby? You like it when they use your mouth?”

You nod as best you can with Shiu’s cock halfway down your throat, a muffled sound of agreement escaping around his length. Toji chuckles, and the low vibration rolls from his chest into yours.

“See?” he says, reaching up to grab Shiu’s wrists. “Like this.” He guides Shiu’s hands to your head, positioning them on either side with your hair wrapped around his fingers. “Hold her still. Push her down if you want. She can take it.”

Shiu looks doubtful for a moment. Then Toji’s hand is on the back of your head, pushing you down until Shiu’s cock hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly, tears springing to your eyes, but the feeling is quickly overshadowed by the rush of pleasure that comes with Shiu’s broken moan, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hand keeping steady pressure on the back of your head. “Take it all. Show him what a good girl you are.”

You relax your throat, letting Shiu slide deeper, your nose now pressed against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He’s so far down your throat you can’t breathe, black spots dancing at the edges of your vision, but the sounds he’s making, those desperate, broken moans, make it worth every second of discomfort.

“Fuck,” Shiu gasps, his hips jerking forward of their own accord. “I’m gonna—I’m close—“

And then Toji’s hand is on your shoulder, yanking you back with enough force to make your neck snap. Shiu’s cock slides from your mouth with a wet pop, a strand of saliva connecting your lips to the glistening head for one obscene moment before breaking.

“What the fuck?” Shiu demands, his voice cracking on the words. “I was right there—“

“You can finish inside her,” Toji says, his voice casual despite the way his cock twitches inside you at the words. “Your dick just needed to be wet enough to fit in her while I’m still here.”

Shiu blinks, clearly struggling to process this new information. “You want me to—“

“Fuck her,” Toji finishes for him. “Yeah. That’s the idea.”

At this point, everyone is itching for a turn. Sukuna has moved to the edge of the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the point where your bodies join. Naoya is practically vibrating with anticipation, one hand conspicuously adjusting himself through his pants.

“Jesus Christ,” Sukuna says, his voice rough with want. “Hurry the fuck up. Some of us are waiting for a turn.”

“Yeah,” Naoya agrees, taking a step closer. “Stop being such a pussy and just fuck her already.”

Even Toji is getting impatient, his hands tightening on your hips. “Come on,” he says, spreading your legs wider with his knees. “She’s waiting.”

Shiu takes a deep breath, clearly steeling himself, then moves closer.

His hands find your ankles, pushing your legs up and back until they’re practically folded against Toji’s chest. The new position spreads you open obscenely, your pussy on full display for everyone to see, the glistening evidence of your arousal, the stretched ring of your entrance where Toji’s cock is still buried deep inside you.

“Fuck,” Shiu breathes, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs, the tip now dangerously close to your exposed folds. “I don’t know if she can take—“

“She can take it,” Toji interrupts, his voice leaving no room for argument. “She’s taken bigger. Haven’t you, princess?”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as Shiu’s hands move to your hips, his cock nudging against your entrance.

It’s already wet from your arousal, from the saliva still coating his length but it’s still a tight fit as he begins to push inside, the head of his cock stretching you around Toji’s girth.

“God damn,” Sukuna mutters, moving to sit on the arm of the recliner for a better view.

“This is so fucking hot,” Naoya whispers to himself, now standing directly behind Shiu, close enough that his breath ruffles the hair at the back of Shiu’s neck. “So fucking hot.”

You’re stretched obscenely around the two cocks now, your inner walls struggling to accommodate their combined girth. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your hands finding Shiu’s hips to guide him deeper.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his hands moving to your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples. “Take him all the way. Show him what a good girl you are.”

Shiu bottoms out with a groan that seems torn from the depths of his chest, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt alongside Toji’s.

For a moment, he just stays there, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation of your tight heat around him, by the obscene sight of your stretched pussy struggling to contain them both.

“Move,” you beg, your voice breaking on the word. “Please, I need—“

You don’t get to finish the thought before Shiu’s hips are moving, pulling back slightly before driving forward again.

Your legs are splayed wide, almost obscenely so, but it lets him ram right against that spot, that fucking sweet spot that makes your vision go fuzzy and your insides clamp down like a vise around both their cocks.

“Fuck,” Shiu gasps, his rhythm already faltering, his movements growing erratic. “I’m not gonna last—she’s too fucking tight—“

“Then don’t,” Toji says, his voice thick with amusement. “Cum in her. Fill her up.”

And Shiu does. With a broken moan that sounds almost like pain, his hips jerking forward one final time as he spills inside you, his cock pulsing against your inner walls.

The sensation of his release triggers your own orgasm, your back arching, your inner walls clamping down around the two cocks still buried inside you.

But with the climax comes a rush of release, a sudden flood of clear liquid that bursts from you, drenching Shiu’s stomach and chest, and soaking into the fabric of the recliner below.

He looks down in shock, his composure completely shattered as he watches you squirt all over him, your pussy still pulsing around his cock.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, eyes wide with disbelief. “She actually squirts.“

Seeing you cum all over Shiu, Sukuna practically leaps off the couch. He’s across the room in two massive strides, hands grabbing Shiu’s shoulders and yanking him back with enough force to send him stumbling.

“My turn,” Sukuna growls, already working at his belt with one hand. His massive frame towers over the recliner, all lean muscle and barely contained energy. His pink hair is mussed, falling across his forehead in a way that somehow makes him look even more dangerous. “Move.”

“Wait your fucking turn,” Toji says, his voice leaving no room for argument despite the way his cock twitches inside you at the sight of Sukuna’s barely contained lust. “I’m still in her.”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches, a muscle jumping in his cheek. “I’ve been waiting,” he says, each word precise and dangerous. “Watching you two fuck her. Watching her take it. I’m done waiting.”

He’s about to go crazy. You can see it in the tension in his shoulders, in the way his hands curl into fists at his sides. His red eyes never leave the point where your bodies join, where Shiu’s cum is already beginning to leak out around Toji’s still-buried cock.

And then your foot, bare, slightly cold from the air-conditioned room, lands on Sukuna’s shoulder.

It’s not quite a kick, more of a gentle press, but it stops him dead in his tracks. His eyes snap to yours, surprise flashing across his face before he can hide it.

“Patience,” you say, your voice surprisingly steady given the circumstances. “You’ll get your turn.”

Something clicks in Sukuna’s mind and then, to everyone’s shock, he’s dropping to his knees. Just like that, the dangerous, barely controlled man is gone, replaced by someone almost... pliant. His massive frame seems to shrink as he kneels, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans forward to press a kiss to your ankle.

“What the fuck,” Naoya mutters from somewhere behind Sukuna. “I’ve never seen him like this.”

No one has.

Sukuna—brash, loud, unfiltered Sukuna—is practically putty at your feet, his lips moving from your ankle to the sensitive spot behind your knee, then higher, to the inside of your thigh.

Each kiss is reverent, almost worshipful, a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes when he glances up to meet your gaze.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, the words hot against your skin. “Watching you take them both—fuck, I’ve never seen anything hotter.”

His hands are gentle as they grip your thighs, spreading you wider to give himself better access. And then he’s moving lower, his mouth replacing his hands as he works his way toward the center of your needy cunt. You expect him to start eating you out immediately. That’s what other people would have done, after all. But instead, his hand reaches for Toji’s cock, still buried deep inside you.

“Let me,” Sukuna says, his voice leaving no room for argument despite the gentle request.

Toji hesitates for just a moment. Then he’s pulling out, his cock sliding free with a wet sound that makes you blush.

He’s covered in a mixture of your arousal and Shiu’s cum, the head glistening obscenely in the dim light. Your pussy feels empty without him, already clenching around nothing, a fresh trickle of combined fluids leaking out to join the mess on the recliner.

Sukuna doesn’t hesitate—he wraps his hand around Toji’s cock, giving it a few experimental strokes that make Toji’s breath catch. Then, without warning, he’s guiding it toward your ass, the head nudging against your puckered hole.

“Wait,” you start, but Toji’s hand is already on the back of your head, guiding your face to his.

“Sshh,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You can take it. I know you can.”

And you can, you have before, many times, but it’s still a shock when Sukuna pushes Toji’s cock into your ass, the thick head stretching you obscenely. You gasp, your pussy walls clenching around nothing as the feeling of emptiness and fullness overwhelms you.

But then Sukuna’s mouth is on you, his tongue flat against your folds as he eats you out like a man starved.

He’s not gentle at all. His tongue fucks into you with brutal efficiency, curling to hit that spot inside that makes your vision blur. One hand comes up to circle your clit, fingers moving in tight, fast circles that have you seeing stars within seconds.

Toji’s hands move to your legs, holding them open to give Sukuna better access. “That’s it,” he praises, his voice thick with pride. “Get her nice and wet. Make her cum again.”

And you are so fucking close you can taste it, the pressure building at the base of your spine, threatening to break. Your inner walls clench around nothing, your hips moving of their own accord to meet Sukuna’s relentless mouth.

But before you can tip over the edge, Sukuna is pulling back, standing in one fluid motion. His cock springs free from his pants, already hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. It’s massive—bigger than Toji’s, bigger than Shiu’s, thick enough that your mouth waters at the sight of it.

“You ready?” he asks, his voice rough with want. “Ready to take all of me?”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as he lines himself up with your entrance. And then he’s pushing in, the head of his cock stretching you obscenely around his girth.

“Fuck,” Sukuna breathes, his rhythm already faltering. “She’s so fucking tight—taking Toji’s cock in her ass and still so tight around me—“

He bottoms out with a groan that seems torn from the depths of his chest, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt. For a moment, he just stays there, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation of your tight heat around him, by the obscene sight of your stretched pussy struggling to contain him.

And then he’s moving, pulling back slightly before driving forward again. His pace is crazy fast from the start, each thrust powerful enough to shake the recliner, to push you further into Toji’s chest.

One hand comes up to grip your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat to his hungry mouth. His teeth scrape over your pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting, then move lower to suck a dark mark into the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

His other hand finds your breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh with enough force to leave bruises. “Fuck,” he gasps against your skin. “You’re so fucking perfect. Taking my cock like you were made for it.”

You are stretched obscenely around him, your inner walls struggling to accommodate his massive girth.

He’s so big he’s practically covering you, engulfing you, his massive frame bending over yours in a way that makes you feel tiny, fragile. His pace never slows, each thrust driving the breath from your lungs, pushing incoherent sounds from your throat.

“I can’t see shit,” Naoya complains from somewhere behind Sukuna. “You’re blocking the view.”

“Move back,” Shiu agrees, already adjusting his position for a better angle. “Let us see her face.”

Sukuna growls, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours, but he does pull back slightly. Just enough that the others can see your face, can see the way your eyes roll back with each particularly powerful thrust, can see the string of saliva connecting your lips as your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

And then he feels it, the first pulse of your inner walls around his cock, the first gush of wetness that signals your approaching orgasm.

His rhythm falters for just a moment, surprise flashing across his face before determination replaces it. His hand moves between your bodies, thumb finding your clit.

“Cum for me,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Cum on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You cum with a broken moan that sounds almost like pain, your back arches, your inner walls clamping down around Sukuna’s massive cock as pleasure crashes through you.

“Fuck,” Sukuna gasps, his rhythm becoming erratic as your pussy pulses around him. “She’s squirting—fucking hell—“

He pulls out suddenly, leaning back just enough that everyone can see your stretched pussy struggling to close around nothing, can see the mixture of fluids leaking out to join the mess on the recliner.

His hand moves to his cock, giving it a few quick strokes before he swipes the head across your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure.

You jerk beneath him, a startled gasp escaping your lips. But Sukuna doesn’t stop, his thumb circling your clit as his cock continues to rub against it, the sensation sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Then, with a ragged groan that’s almost a cry of pain, he cums. His hips convulse as he erupts, hot streams landing on your stomach, your breasts, your throat. Each pulse of his release triggers a fresh gush from you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you squirt again, clear fluid mixing with Sukuna’s cum.

His hand is still between your legs, thumb still circling your oversensitive clit, drawing out each pulse of your orgasm until you’re shaking with it, until tears spring to your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle given the brutal pace he just set. “Give me everything. Let me see it all.”

And another gush of clear fluid erupting from you, then another, each one accompanied by a broken moan that seems torn from the depths of your chest.

By the time it’s over, you’re slumped against Toji’s chest, boneless and shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Sukuna bullies Naoya next, grabbing a fistful of his badly bleached hair and yanking him forward. “Your turn,” he growls, voice rough with exertion and lingering pleasure. “Clean her up.”

“What?” Naoya squawks, trying to pull away from Sukuna’s iron grip. “You want me to—“

“Lick her clean,” Sukuna finishes, pushing Naoya’s face toward the mess between your legs. “All that cum. All that squirt. Get it all.”

“I don’t—“ Naoya starts, but then Sukuna’s hand is on the back of his head, pushing him forward until his face is pressed against your folds.

“Lick,” Sukuna commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Or I’ll make you.”

Naoya’s tongue is on you, flat against your folds, lapping up the mixture of fluids with surprising enthusiasm. What started as reluctance quickly turns into hunger, his tongue pushing deeper, curling to hit that spot inside that makes your vision blur. His hands come up to grip your thighs, spreading you wider to give himself better access.

“Look at him go.”

Naoya is into it. Completely, unabashedly into it.

One hand moves to circle your clit, fingers moving in tight, fast circles that have you seeing stars within seconds.

But then he’s pulling back, his mouth full of the mixture of fluids he’s just collected. For a moment, you think he’s going to swallow, but then he’s leaning forward again, spitting it all back into your pussy. It’s filthy. The heat, the wetness, the mingled tastes of all three men invading your senses as Naoya’s tongue forces the liquid back into you.

“What the fuck,” Sukuna says, his voice somewhere between disgust and fascination.

Naoya doesn’t stop. He works his tongue deeper, sucking the fluid back out only to spit it in again. Each cycle leaves you more sensitive than before, your inner walls clenching around nothing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. By the time he’s done, you’re shaking with it, on the edge of another orgasm from his mouth alone.

And then he’s moving up your body, his mouth finding yours without warning.

His tongue pushes past your lips, and suddenly you’re tasting it. Everything Naoya’s just collected from between your legs. You try to pull back, but his hand is on the back of your head, holding you in place as he forces the fluid into your mouth.

“Swallow,” he commands, his voice rough with want. “Show me how much of a good girl you are.”

There’s something about the way he’s looking at you that makes your throat work of its own accord, swallowing down the mixture with a grimace.

“That’s it,” Naoya praises, his voice dropping to that register that always makes your stomach flip. “Good girl. My good girl.”

“You’re fucking disgusting,” Sukuna says, but there’s no heat in it—if anything, he sounds impressed. “Both of you.”

“Brave, though,” Toji cuts in, his voice thick with pride. “Not everyone would do that. Would you, Shiu?”

Shiu just shakes his head, lighting another cigarette with slightly shaking hands. “I’ll pass on the cum swapping, thanks.”

Toji laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Your loss.” He glances down at you, still sprawled across his lap, then at Naoya, still kneeling between your spread legs. “Switch,” he says, already moving to stand. “My turn to watch.”

There’s a moment of confusion as Toji stands, carefully transferring you to Naoya’s lap without dislodging you from either of them. Naoya’s hands come up to grip your hips, steadying you as you straddle him, your back now to his chest. The position spreads you open obscenely, your pussy on full display for everyone to see. The glistening evidence of your arousal, the stretched ring of your entrance still occasionally pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure.

“That’s it,” Toji praises, moving to stand behind you. His hands find your ass, spreading your cheeks to better display your puckered hole. “Hold her still for me.”

Naoya’s hands move to your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh with enough force to leave bruises. His mouth finds the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, teeth scraping over your pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs against your skin. “Taking all of them and still so fucking wet for me.”

You are wet. Obscenely so.

Your inner walls still clenching around nothing, a fresh trickle of arousal leaking out to join the mess on your thighs.

Your breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hardened to aching points from the cool air and Naoya’s occasional attention.

But then Toji’s hand is on the back of your head, guiding your face to his. “Look at me,” he says, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Watch what I do to you.”

You do as you’re told, eyes meeting his as he spits directly onto your puckered hole, the warm fluid trailing down to join the mess between your legs. His cock nudges against your entrance, the head already slick with pre-cum, and then he’s pushing in, the thick head stretching you obscenely around his girth.

“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hands moving to grip your hips. “Take it all. Show Naoya how good you can be.”

Your hands move without your permission, reaching for the waistband of Naoya’s pants. You want to take him inside you alongside Toji, want to be filled completely. But Naoya thrashes, his hands coming up to grab your wrists, stopping your exploration.

“Wait,” he says, his voice cracking on the word. “Not yet—“

“What’s he hiding?” Sukuna asks, already moving closer for a better look. “Come on, Naoya. Let her see.”

“Yeah,” Shiu agrees, adjusting his position on the loveseat. “What’s under there that’s so special?”

Naoya shakes his head, his cheeks flushing with what might be embarrassment. “Nothing. It’s just—“

But it’s too late, your hand has already found its way past his defenses, fingers working at his belt with surprising dexterity. His zipper slides down, and then his cock is springing free, hitting you square in the stomach.

And suddenly you understand his reluctance. His dick is pierced, not once but multiple times, a row of metal bars running along the underside from base to tip. The head is already leaking pre-cum, the fluid collecting in the divot created by the final piercing just below the crown.

“Jesus Christ, Naoya.”

Naoya’s cheeks burn hotter, but there’s pride in his voice when he speaks. “They’re called Prince Alberts,” he says, one hand coming up to adjust himself. “They—they feel good. For both of us.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your hand wraps around his length, feeling the cool metal against your palm, the ridges created by each piercing. Without thinking, you’re rising up on your knees, positioning yourself above him.

“Wait,” Naoya starts, but then you’re sinking down, taking him inside you in one smooth motion. The piercings drag against your inner walls, each ridge creating a new point of friction, a new source of pleasure. You gasp, your inner walls clenching around him as your body struggles to accommodate the new sensation.

“Fuck,” Naoya breathes, his hands coming up to grip your hips.

The piercings create ridges that hit every sensitive spot inside you, the cool metal a shocking contrast to the heat of your arousal. You move in short, desperate rolls of your hips, each one pulling a ragged breath from your throat.

“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hands moving to grip your waist. “Take us both. Show us how good you can be.”

You start to move, rising up slightly before sinking back down.

And then Naoya’s mouth is on your breast, his tongue flat against your nipple before his teeth scrape over the sensitive peak. Your back arches, pushing your chest further into Naoya’s mouth, your hips moving faster to meet each thrust.

“I’m close,” Naoya gasps, his rhythm already faltering. “Fuck, I’m gonna—“

“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hands moving to grip your waist. “Together. On three.”

You count with him and then you’re cumming, your back arching, your inner walls clamping down around both cocks as pleasure crashes through you. But then there’s something else.

Naoya’s sharp intake of breath, the way Toji goes suddenly still behind you, the warm splash of fluid hitting Naoya’s stomach, his chest, running in rivulets down to pool in the crease of his hip where it meets the recliner beneath you.

“Holy shit,” Naoya gasps, his rhythm becoming erratic as your pussy pulses around him. “Fucking hell. Yeah, squirt all over me, ya’ nasty bitch,“

And then he’s cumming too—with a broken moan that sounds almost like pain, his hips jerking forward as he spills inside you, his cock pulsing against your inner walls. The sensation of his release triggers Toji’s own orgasm, his hands tightening on your waist as he bottoms out, filling your ass with his seed.

Your body moves without asking—back arching off Toji’s chest, thighs seizing, moans escaping your throat. Another gush of clear fluid erupts from you, then another, each one accompanied by a broken moan that seems torn from the depths of your chest. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as pleasure crashes through you with enough force to make your head spin.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle given the brutal pace he just set. “Give us everything. Let us see it all.”

By the time it’s over, you’re slumped against Naoya’s chest, boneless and shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Both men are still buried inside you, their cocks still occasionally pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure.

“She passed out,” Sukuna says, his voice somewhere between concern and amusement. “You actually fucked her unconscious.”

“She’s not passed out,” Toji corrects, already carefully extracting himself from your ass. “Just resting. Right, princess?”

You manage a weak nod, beyond words as Naoya follows Toji’s example, his pierced cock sliding free with a wet sound that makes your cheeks burn. The sudden emptiness hits you like a loss, your pussy clenching desperately around nothing, cum already dripping out of you and soaking into the recliner beneath.

“I think,” Shiu says, lighting another cigarette with slightly shaking hands, “that we might have broken her.”

But you’re not broken, just exhausted. Your body still occasionally pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure as the three men exchange glances above you. Your vision blurs, the edges going dark as your head lolls against Naoya’s chest.

“Shit,” Toji says, his voice suddenly sharp with concern. “I think she’s actually—“

But you don’t hear the rest, already slipping into unconsciousness as the pleasure and exertion finally catch up with you.

You wake to the smell of coffee and bacon, your body strangely weightless and warm.

For a moment, you can’t remember where you are or what happened. And then it all comes rushing back, the events of last night hitting you with the force of a physical blow. You blink awake into unfamiliar light, heat crawling up your neck and into your face.

You’re no longer in the living room.

No longer sprawled across the recliner with your legs spread. No longer covered in the evidence of your pleasure and the men’s releases.

Instead, you’re in a bed. Toji’s bed, you realize with a start, recognizing the dark blue sheets, the massive headboard, the smell of his cologne lingering on the pillows.

You’re clean, your skin free of the sticky mess that had covered you last night, your hair still damp at the roots as if someone’s recently washed it.

More surprising still, you’re dressed… Sort of.

You’re wearing what looks like Shiu’s dress shirt, the white fabric hanging loose around your frame, the sleeves rolled up to accommodate your smaller arms.

Your legs are covered by a pair of black pants that are definitely not yours. They’re too long, the waistband rolled several times to keep them from falling down, the material thin and slightly stretched at the knees. Naoya’s, you realize with another flush of embarrassment.

They’ve dressed you in their clothes, like you’re some kind of doll they’re playing with.

And then there’s the weight across your waist. An arm, heavy with muscle, draped possessively over your midsection.

You turn slightly, and there’s Sukuna, sprawled across the bed beside you, his massive frame taking up more than his fair share of the mattress.

He’s shirtless, his tattoos on full display, intricate patterns of black ink that swirl across his chest, down his arms, disappearing beneath the waistband of his loose-fitting sweats. His eyes are closed, his breathing deep and even, one hand splayed across your stomach as if to keep you in place even in sleep.

From somewhere beyond the bedroom door comes the sound of voices. Low, masculine murmurs punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. Toji, Shiu, and Naoya, you realize with another flush of embarrassment.

They’re in the kitchen, making breakfast if the smells are anything to go by.

Your body aches in places you didn’t know could ache, a pleasant soreness that reminds you of exactly what you did, exactly what they did to you. There’s something about the weight of Sukuna beside you. The gentle rise and fall of his chest makes it hard to move, hard to think beyond the warm, satisfied buzz still lingering in your limbs.

So instead of getting up, instead of facing what happened, you cuddle deeper into Sukuna’s side.

Your head finds the space between his arm and his chest, your hand coming to rest on the flat plane of his stomach. He’s warm, almost feverishly so, his skin radiating heat like a furnace beneath your palm. Even in sleep, his body responds to your touch, a soft sound escaping his throat as his arm tightens around your waist.

It’s a bad idea. You know it is the moment you feel him stir beside you, his massive frame shifting to accommodate your smaller one.

But it’s too late. Your movement has already woken him, his red eyes blinking open to fix on your face with startling intensity.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “You’re awake.”

You nod, suddenly unable to form words as his hand moves from your waist to your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his thumb brushing along your jawline. “We were starting to get worried. You’ve been out for almost twelve hours.”

Twelve hours.

“I’m fine,” you manage, your voice embarrassingly small. “Just... tired.”

Sukuna laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “I bet,” he says, his hand sliding from your hair to cup your cheek. “You took quite the beating last night. All of us, one after another. And you still kept cumming.”

Your inner walls clench at the memory, your breath catching in your throat as Sukuna’s thumb brushes over your lower lip.

“You’re thinking about it,” he says, not a question but a statement. “I can tell. Your pupils just got huge.”

You nod helplessly in agreement.

“That’s my girl,” Sukuna praises, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck. “Always so honest. Always so fucking eager.”

And then he’s kissing you. He’s almost desperate, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours. His hand moves from your neck to your waist, then lower, pushing beneath the borrowed shirt to cup your breast. His thumb finds your nipple immediately, circling the already hardened peak with enough pressure to make you gasp into his mouth.

“You’re already getting hard again,” you murmur against his lips, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh. “After last night? Really?”

Sukuna laughs, the sound warm against your mouth. “What can I say? You’re addictive.” His hand moves from your breast to your hip, then lower, pushing beneath the waistband of Naoya’s borrowed pants. “And you’re already wet for me. Fuck, you’re dripping.”

He’s not wrong. You’re drenched, your inner walls already clenching at the thought of having him inside you again. Your hips move of their own accord, seeking that feeling of fullness that only his massive cock can provide.

“I want you,” you hear yourself say, the words barely more than a whisper. “Again. Now.”

“Toji’s gonna be pissed,” he says, but he’s already moving, already shifting to position himself above you. “He specifically said to let you rest.”

“I don’t care,” you say, your voice stronger now. “I want you. Now.”

Sukuna hesitates for just a moment. Then he’s reaching for the waistband of Naoya’s borrowed pants, tugging them down your legs with surprising gentleness. “When Toji finds out I fucked you without him—“

“Ahem.”

Yea, you’re fucked.

Part 2!