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He was right, you had not thought enough while walking back home late at night. Initially you had thought of taking a cab but just to save a few bucks you decided against it.

You shouldn't have. You lived in a big city so even if you had a job which on paper seemed good enough of a paycheck it hardly managed the expenses of the said big city.

Everything was expensive here so even if you lived past a shady neighbourhood, you were glad enough to have the roof above your head. You couldn't afford or even think of changing places until you got a promotion or changed your company for a higher paying one.

You were walking towards your block when you felt someone following you and you glanced over your shoulder only to see this huge bulky and scary man walking a few feet away from you.

You had immediately turned around, heart pounding with fear, hoping it was not what you were thinking and he would take a different turn or route from you. But no, he kept walking after you, turning where you did as you kept checking for him through your peripheral vision.

Even from a distance, he stood out so it was not hard for you to realise that he indeed was following you. And it seemed like he was not going anytime soon or leaving you alone, so you had fastened your pace and nearly ran when you were just a few blocks away from your apartment.

You ran as fast as you could in those damn work heels of yours, as it clattered loudly on the silent street. Huffing as your chest burned, not used to this much of physical activity as you hardly got any time for it, you ran with all your might not looking back and that was your biggest mistake as he was also running after you. Just two more blocks you had thought, you were so close!

Then only he had caught you, his massive arms wrapping around your waist, yanking you to his chest and his large, rough hand had clamped over your mouth before you could scream, smothering your cry for help and protest.

He had moved really fast, dragging you along with him in a nearby alley, where even the streetlamp’s light didn't reach, bunching up your work skirt and tearing off your panties.

You had thrashed wildly, kicking your legs, trying to fight him off, but it was useless. He was too strong for you to do any real harm to him or save yourself from him, he had easily overpowered you pushing you up against the wall in the complete darkness.

He changed the angle pulling out his cock with a low, frustrated grunt, like he hated being out of you even for a second. His thick cock dragged heavily along your walls on his way out, before you could even relax thinking it was probably finally over and he was done with you, he bent his knees slightly, adjusting his angle, and drove back in with one powerful upward thrust. A sharp burst of pain shot through your core, making you yelp in agony against his hand.

The new position forced him even deeper. You felt every inch of his thick cock stretching you open again, his cockhead pressing hard against your cervix, bullying its way in until his heavy balls slapped against your clit, your fingers clawing against the plain brick wall, nothing to hold on too as he started fucking you harder from the new position.

“Don't you know how dangerous it is to roam outside at nighttime, especially if you look so fuckable and vulnerable. You're gonna attract the wrong kind of men you know?”

You tried to scream again, thrashing your head side to side, but his hand only tightened over your mouth making it hard for you to breathe. Tears streamed down your face as your legs shook violently to his relentless ramming inside your cunt.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest pressed flush against your back. “Shhh,shhh, don’t fight it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me. Taking my cock like a good little slut.”

“And it's not like you're taking a cock for the first time, I went inside you so easily. Do you have a boyfriend, doll? Who's the lucky bastard fucking this sluty cunt of yours, not gonna lie I am quite jealous.”

Another hard thrust as he pushed himself up from the low angle making you whimper against his palm. You could feel the huge and fat cock of his dragging inside your walls, as it clenched around him due to your fear and distress.

His fingers on your throat loosened just a fraction, as you gasped finally able to breath taking deep shaky breaths only for him to slide up and force two thick fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue and fucking shallowly into your mouth as you choked and gagged on his fingers, while at the same time he fucked you with his cock slamming inside you.

He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting his cock settle inside you. One of his hands left your hip to grope roughly at your tits through your plain office shirt, “Such a nice pair of tits, baby. Should I loosen them free? They will bounce real good while I fuck you raw–ahhh....shit.”

Toji threw his head back letting out a deep moan as your cunt involuntarily clenched around him, your body reacting out of new found fear. The sudden tight squeeze made him hiss through his teeth.

“Oh, baby don't do that” he let out a throaty chuckle near your ear, "You’re gonna snap my dick in half. Don't worry I am not bothering with your shirt, too much work you know.”

You sobbed harder, body trembling as he picked up the speed again, fucking you harder and faster, as your whole body shook from his ruthless, rentless thrusts.

Your knees finally gave out beneath you as you almost fell down only for him to tighten his hold on your waist keeping you upright and going in and out inside of you groaning in your ear.

He lifted you higher with both his arms now wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling your body back against his chest as he slightly bent his knees and leaned a little backwards. Your feet left the ground, dangling helplessly just inches above the floor, toes pointing down but not touching.

The position was overwhelming, dangling like this, worse than before any of the positions he had put you through. Now, only supported by his arms around your waist, hardly able to move except by the thrusts of his cock.

Your body had grown so weak from the brutal fucking that all you could do now was take it, with your back arching against his chest as painful moans and whimpers spilled from your lips now free from his clamped hand.

“You live around here, right?”he asked grunting. “Bet you’re gonna feel me leaking and dripping from your cunt all the way home when I fill you up, I hope you remember this big cock of mine, I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's.”

“Gonna fill this sweet pussy of yours, doll.” He said his hips slamming up harder into you. “Pump you full with my cum and you’re gonna take it all like the helpless little fucktoy you are. Ain’t that right, princess?”

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he thinks your neck is so fragile in his hand. his large, rough palm pressing against the soft skin of your throat. your pulse flutters under the pads of his fingers. and his eyes roll, nosing at your temple before he trails down to your ear.

“gonna let me piss in your mouth, yeah?” with his lips brushing your ear, the hand around your throat tightens, forcing your head back against the wall and you choke out a sound, a little thing that makes him groan, teeth nipping at your ear.

sukuna could see the way your eyes rolled and drifted, desperately trying to focus on something in the empty hallway. you were already so wrecked, no coherent thoughts in that head of yours. 

he had you just out of view of most of the crowd, but in a spot where anyone could see if they wished to. it sent a thrill through him, knowing that someone could walk by and pull out their camera to record him pissing on your face. or even better yet if that friend of yours you were with earlier caught the two of you.

if he bothered to get to know you, he’d have gotten your number to film the damn thing himself and send it to you as a reminder.

he likes the thought of you not quite remembering even more though.

the more he thinks about it, the more it tugs at his gut, scratching its way forth, causing him to itch from the inside.

“you’re gonna be a good girl, right?” he’s whispering filth straight into your ear. murmurs of how he’s gonna shove his cock down your throat after he’s finished to make sure you get every last drop. and soft little “mhms” and “yeahs” leave that cute mouth of yours. “you’ll drink it right up?”

he’s sure you’re not registering his words. not with the way his free hand dips between your thighs, fingers dancing a path upwards pressing between the folds of your clothed cunt.

“please.”

“yeah?” and he’s got you right where he wants you, in the palm of his hand, begging for his touch. “have to do me a favor first, princess. can you remember what you promised?”

“mm—i just—” sukuna can’t make out what you say next, your words slurring together, but he can feel how your hand joins his between your legs, trying oh so desperately to get him to apply more pressure.

“fuck,” his jaw clenches, the pressure in his bladder becomes more insistent, it feels like he is about to burst with every exhale.

ripping his hands away from you, he chooses to grab your shoulders instead. his thick fingers dig into your flesh, blunt nails scratching at your skin as he forces you to your knees.

mindless, nonsensical babbles spill past your lips, and he can see how you struggle with the sudden change in position. your upper body falling forward, then he notices how you have to press your hands into the floor to keep yourself from tipping over.

“i’m—”

but he doesn’t bother listening, too busy working on undoing his pants, aching to get his cock free. he groans, smoothing a hand down his length once before he’s grasping it.

“open up.” that’s all the warning he gives as he watches you lift your head up before he’s letting loose, the first hiss of release splashing against your mouth. it covers your lips, drips from your chin, and spills down your chest. sukuna thinks you look perfect like this, piss running in streams over your skin.

you splutter indignantly, spittle and piss flying everywhere. your hands scramble to grasp his hip, the other joining his where it holds his cock. “wait—”

“none of that.” he hisses, voice rough as he wraps his free hand around your chin, thumb forcing its way past your slippery lips, not caring in the slightest that he’s pissing on his hand.

pressing the flat of his thumb against your tongue, he pries your jaw open. “close your mouth even once and you’ll regret it,” he warns, tilting your head back to his liking, redirecting his stream in your mouth.

his red eyes are swallowed whole by black as he watches you struggle to down his piss, a gag forcing its way out of your mouth. it splashes against the back of your throat, trickling down your front with every choke when you can’t swallow quick enough.

“god, look at you,” he growls, eyes rolling briefly, hips jerking forward, and his cock twitches in his hold. he can feel the way your hand tightens around him, not quite sure if you’re trying to pull him away or bring him closer. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

he gets his answer in the form of you shaking your head, piss coating your cheeks, and sliding off your skin.

“i think you are.” he laughs at you, the sound coming from deep within his chest. it’s mean. mocking.

he sees how you try to withdraw after that, shame hitting you in a way that has your eyes squeezing shut, body trying to fold in on itself. the hand on his hip slips under his shirt to rest against his stomach, digging into his flesh..

“fuck,” his voice is raw, hand leaving your face—once he’s sure you won’t disobey him—to slam against the wall, bracing himself. “almost done, princess. you can take more, right?”

he doesn’t give you a chance to answer, hand sliding down his cock as he pushes forward, knocking your hand out of the way in the process, forcing his cock into the tight heat of your throat.

“that’s it,” he groans, eyes rolling before fluttering closed—that feeling in his stomach pulling at his insides once again. it makes his hips stutter, heat shooting up his spine.

your hands are everywhere, on his stomach, to his thighs, gripping the thick muscle and beating against them as you struggle for air.

having you like this, on your knees, desperately clawing at his body—it makes his cock twitch where he’s hugged by the constricting walls of your throat. he can feel the way it contracts, swallowing around him. it’s good, so fucking good.

his eyes blink open when his cock gives a final jerk, hazy and unfocused as what seems to be the last few trickles of piss sliding down your throat. he’s vaguely aware of how you’re sniffling, drool pooling from underneath your tongue and dripping off his flesh.

he’s surprised you managed to keep breathing with how he had you flush to his skin, the hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nose.

a full on shudder wracks his body when he pulls out, a wet schlick sound blending in with the sound of music thumping against the walls. he’s half hard, thick strands of spit connecting his cock to your swollen lips, glistening under the dim lighting.

he grins at the sight of you, chest rising and falling with every deep breath. the eye makeup you’re wearing streaked down your cheeks. when did you cry? a sound rumbles deep from his chest at the fact. but he’s not quite finished, though. “tongue out.” he demands.

your brows draw together, lips pursing. he can all but see the way the cogs turn in your head, turning his words over and trying to process why.

“i don’t have all night.” and you reluctantly obey, tongue lolling out. he takes the chance to drag his cockhead down the length of your tongue. swearing under his breath he taps it against the slick surface, watching as the last final drops of piss shake free. as if further using you like you’re his personal urinal.

the sight of you so filthy—it makes his stomach tighten again, and he drags a hand over his length, debating on whether or not he wants to bust a nut all over that pretty little face of yours, too.

he decides against it, figuring you’ve had enough for tonight.

“you did good,” he praises, tucking himself back into his pants, leaving his fly open, not caring too much about who sees.

you’re all wide eyed before him, hands moving to finger his belt loops, tongue darting out instinctively to lick up that last remnants of piss, only for your lips to twist into a frown, like you had forgotten what just happened only to be reminded again.

he can tell his praise affects you despite your attempt at telling a different story. that look flickering in your eyes, thighs squeezing together as you sit back on your heels.

bringing a hand to your neck, he gives a quick squeeze before he pulls you up and forward.

you stumble slightly, standing on two shaky, trembling legs like a baby deer. your hands fly upwards to brace yourself against him, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. and then you look up at him with those glassy eyes filled with unshed tears.

“fuck,” he’s craning your neck back just enough for him to slot his lips over yours. you gasp into the kiss, allowing him to dip his tongue inside, taking control and devouring you whole.

a broken little moan slips from between your lips, swallowed up by sukuna’s greedy mouth.

when he pulls away, your lips linger, chasing after him, and he chuckles under his breath. shifting his hand, his fingers wrap around your jaw til they’re pressing into your cheeks, causing your lips to pout. “filthy little thing wants more. enjoyed drinking my piss didn’t you?”

your head shakes to the best of your ability, he notices, but it just makes him tighten his hold on your face even more. the soft skin dimples under the weight of his fingers.

“mm-mm.” you manage, voice trembling. sukuna huffs in response, pressing a quick kiss to your pursed lips. it’s a fleeting touch, one he doesn’t allow you to lean into. then his tongue is out, dragging along your chin and lower lip, licking up the mess of piss and spit clinging to your skin like it’s nothing to him.

and you let out a shocked noise, feet stumbling in your heels, hands gripping his wrist to wrench his hand away from your face. sukuna has to stop himself from laughing again, allowing you to take a step back as you hold his hand tight in your grasp, anxiously twisting your fingers, a slight pinch on his skin.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he lifts an eyebrow when you don’t say anything. instead you just look at him, mouth opening and closing like you want to say something, but nothing comes out.

when you remain too quiet, afraid to speak up, he scoffs. it was fun the first time, now it was just becoming a pain. he gives you another moment to gather yourself, wanting to see what else you could muster before he shakes your hands off him, like he’s finally finished with you.

how boring.

“get yourself cleaned up,” he tosses over his shoulder, already walking away, his urges finally satiated.

and he doesn’t bother looking back.

but maybe he’ll find himself back at another one of these parties if means getting his hands on you again.

you’re unable to register where you are when your eyes peel open, lashes glued together by your mascara.

the sun peeking in through the cracked blinds hits your face, momentarily stunning you as you sit up to rub a hand down the mess that is your face, fingers gently working against your eyes.

your feet are aching, whoever put you in this room didn’t have the decency to take your heels off, but you suppose you should be thankful you woke up in a bed at all.

kicking off your shoes, you reach down and massage your fingers into the arch of your foot, mind still reeling from last night. it didn’t help that your knees ached too, pain shooting down the entire length of your legs.

wait.

what even happened last night?

you remembered drinking, stopping to talk to some friends you hadn’t spoken to in a while. then—

then what?

you’re suddenly hyperaware of the front of your dress sticking to your skin, the material still damp with whatever substance you got yourself caught up in. swallowing thickly, images of a tall, imposing figure flash through your mind.

whispers of filth from the night before—a hand around your throat, lips on your skin—your ears tingle at just the thought alone.

with your heart beating rapidly against your chest, you scramble around on the bed for your phone, fingers gripping it tight once you find it in the mess of blankets and sheets. quickly unlocking it, you check your notifications and are immediately greeted by the sight of a message from one of your friends.

hey, sweetheart. I know this might be hard to hear, but maybe lay off the drinks for a while, yeah? I found you passed out in the hallway just outside the bathroom, you weren’t looking too hot. I left you some water and meds, make sure to take them

the hallway.

the hallway.

your knees hurting.

the sticky, damp feeling of your dress.

“oh, god.”

what the fuck happened to you last night?

“I know but it's—” He grabs one of your breasts, squeezing the flesh and fondling it “It's hard to resist, just excuse me this one time yeah? I'm only gonna touch.” He finished, thumb grazing over your nipples as he drew small circles around the bud. He presses against your bud, making you jolt in surprise.

You could feel his breath against you, which made you nervous, Satoru played with your tits, you looked away, not wanting to watch yourself get toyed by him.

But then you felt it, the wetness of a warm tongue enveloping your bud into its damp environment before the same tongue flicked it up and down and proceeded to suckle onto it.

Your eyes widened at the scene, you thrashed in Suguru's hold as you tried to get Satoru off you.

“‘Toru— you— you said you're only gonna touch!” You gasped repeating what he said earlier, but Satoru just smiled, humming in agreement while he continued to suck on your tit. He let go momentarily to respond.

“Haah—? Yeah I am touching, wiffth my mouffh.” His words were slurred and muffled as he latched on again, pushing you down onto his bed. This caused Suguru to let go of your hands.

You immediately use that opportunity to pry Satoru off but he slaps your hand away. While you're focused on him, Suguru makes his move, you feel another wet tongue enveloping your free breast and sucking on it.

You tried to push them off but they were heavy, so you tugged on their hair, it was just useless cause they instead just bit onto your breast to hang on. You gave up with a heavy sigh, knowing resisting will only make it worse.

Satoru fully immersed himself, sucking on your tit with his eyes closed, licking the bud with generous care and precision that caused wetness to pool in between your legs.

Suguru on the other hand, held eye contact as he looked up at you, teeth grazing and nibbling on your nipple as you let out a gasp at the pain before he quickly soothed it with his saliva.

It felt degrading, having both of them suck on each of your breasts like you were some sort of treat.

“Mhmm, so fucking cute.” Suguru let go of your tit with a pop before he shifted a little upwards and captured your lips in a hot kiss. You shook your head trying to tell him no, but he didn't listen and continued to do as he pleased.

You just laid there, having Satoru suck on your tits while Suguru engulfs your mouth, pushing his tongue inside while he cruelly pinches the nipple which was abused by his mouth previously.

But then the mattress underneath your head dips, causing you to look up and see Suguru. His thighs were placed on either side of your head as he hovered over you, pulling down his pants and boxers.

Suguru pulls away from the kiss, at the same time, Satoru lets go of your tit as well.

You think they're finally done.

You realised what was happening and tried to get up but Suguru forced you down with one hand, holding you by your jaw as he shoved a finger into your mouth.

“N-no please don’t—.” You beg as you watch him stroke his cock while staring at you from above. He pried your jaw open a little.

Tears began to form in your eyes as you shook your head, but defying your wishes, Suguru shoves his fat and thick cock right into your mouth.

You closed your eyes in pain, your jaw muscles ache while your mouth struggled to stay open as he pushed his cock inside your throat. You felt him pass the back of your throat and deep inside causing you to gag and choke.

“Holy shiiit.” Suguru gasped, shutting his eyes in pleasure as your warm mouth and throat welcomed him. He bites his lip at the way your throat was bulging because of him, he could see the outline of his cock as he settled as deep as possible.

He felt you gag around him, your throat muscles clamped around his dick which made him let out a lewd grunt as he controlled himself. He didn't want to bruise your throat like the last time.

While you and your throat took its time to adjust to Suguru, Satoru was on the move, he stripped off your bottom apparel in a swift motion, pulling your panties along with it too. It made you even more panicked cause you couldn't see what was going on because of Suguru.

You flailed your legs, trying to kick Satoru off as you tried to pull yourself away from their hold. For a second you thought you succeeded in escaping from them when you felt Suguru's cock pull from your throat.

Yet, that moment was short lived when Suguru pistoned his hips forward and pushed himself further into your throat. You choked around his length, throat burning at the stretch while tears continued to fall from your eyes.

You took deep breaths, trying to not suffocate to death due to Suguru's cock.

Your legs were held by Satoru who seemed annoyed by your reaction a few moments ago. He forcefully pushed open your legs, spreading them as wide as they could go before positioning himself at your entrance. You felt his tip press into your clit, you wondered when he'd unbuckled his pants cause you didn't hear any sound— probably because your ears were too busy ringing from Suguru’s assault.

“She's so wet and yet pretends like she doesn't want us or like us doing this to her.” Satoru mocks as he rubs his tip against your cunt, letting the tip bump into your clit, ultimately stimulating you.

Everything was made worse by the fact that you weren't able to move your neck to see him, all you could do was just feel him.

His mushroom-headed tip continued to rub against your vulva, coating his shaft in your wetness while his precum leaked out in beads. Satoru bit his lip in arousal before he grabbed you by your thighs.

He let go of one thigh momentarily as he guided his cock to your hole before pressing his tip right against your entrance before he held onto your thigh again and pushed into you.

You wanted to scream at the way he was stretching you, he was way too big and was shoving himself instead without letting you loosen fully. You couldn't scream because your mouth and throat were occupied, so all you let out was a failed form of wails. Suguru hushed you, gently caressing your jaw.

“Oh god— fuck.” Satoru whispers breathelessly, completely indulging himself in the way you feel wrapped around him. He closes his eyes, basking in the feeling for a little while.

He then begins to move slowly, pulling out before he thrusted in, this makes your body push upwards and take more of Suguru's cock into your throat. You shut your eyes in acceptance, knowing there was no escape because they both had you locked up below and above.

Suguru withdrew his hips, grabbing your throat with both his hands, using it as leverage to thrust himself in your mouth and throat.

Both men continued to ram into your holes messily, but that didn't last long as they developed a rhythm soon after. When Satoru would withdraw, Suguru would thrust, pushing your body downwards and causing your cunt to envelop his cock and vice versa.

Your body continued to rock between the two men as they continued their abuse on you. You felt yourself losing your mind as your brain scattered to make this experience make sense. You breathed in slowly and tried to calm yourself to make this less painful and humiliating.

Saying that this situation made you feel embarrassed would be an understatement, it was truly degrading to the highest extent. They were both using you like a fleshtoy, one in your throat and one in your cunt, pervading your holes as they wished without a care for you.

You shouldn't have agreed to anything they demanded, you thought they would stop if you just took your top off, but they prodded further, making you take your bra off too, then they wanted to see, and then touch, and then— thrust!— you let out a squeak when you felt Satoru’s tip bump into your cervix.

Their demands will never end until they get what they want.

You should've known.

Because this wasn't the first time it happened.

You hated how you couldn't stand up for yourself, how you mend so easily by people's demands because no one ever taught you to put yourself first.

You'd always gotten taken advantage of due to your personality, but not to this extent.

Others would only take advantage of you for basic tasks by dumping all their chores and work onto you, basically running errands for them, your dignity, shame, and everything would still be intact.

But Satoru and Suguru strip you bare, they take advantage of you from all the sides, making you do their work, their chores, and completely use you as they wish. Most people didn't push you as far as these two did, because unlike these two, they are decent human beings.

Satoru and Suguru however, never miss a chance, it is literally so easy for them, they just need to get you all helpless and in a situation where you cannot refuse them— even if you do refuse, they just won't stop. It's not like you refusing would change their already made up minds.

Even if you didn't voluntarily take your top off and instead refused; they would've just ripped it into shreds and put you in this situation anyway, cause that's what they both do everytime.

Satoru grabs your tits with both hands, groping them and squeezing them like they're some kind of stress balls to play with, cruelly digging his nails into them while he thrusts into your cunt extremely rough.

Suguru slaps his hands away, shooting a glare at Satoru before his own hands gently caress the area where Satoru's nails dug in, a gesture that was supposed to be comforting.

It would've been if he wasn't inches deep inside your throat and fucking it like a madman.

Satoru let out a grunt before his hands found your clit, he rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves gently before slowly getting faster.

The sensation made your gut churn in excitement much to your horror, you felt your body voluntarily chasing it and bucking into his hips instinctively. Satoru smirked when he noticed it and continued to do it.

He wanted to rip an orgasm out of you so badly.

Satoru's thrusts sped up, a rhythm that was starting to get familiar was shattered due to him. Suguru did the same, rutting his hips at a high speed, he could see the line of his cock thrusting in and out of your throat.

You were losing air, choking and suffocating around his cock, you felt like passing out.

Suguru lets out a loud moan, pushing his cock further inside your throat as it twitches, shooting his load inside you, forcing you to instinctively swallow it. He stays there like that for a minute before pulling out.

Your body automatically whiffs in a huge amount of air the minute he leaves your mouth, making you let out a loud gasp. You could still feel his sticky residue in your mouth which you swallow since you know that spitting it out would make Suguru upset.

You shouldn't care if it upsets him, but you do for some reason.

Just when you thought you could catch a little break, a familiar knot begins to tighten in your stomach, you lift your head up to see Satoru rubbing your clit faster and harder, all while his tip brushes into your gspot.

You couldn't even process the feeling or the sight before your body is overloaded with an intense amount of pleasure, it courses through your nerves, evoking goosebumps at the sheer intensity of it. Your body twitches, back arches as you let out a filthy whine-like moan of Satoru's name.

You shut your eyes because you felt like you'd go blind if you didn't, that's how intense the orgasm was.

Satoru smiles in satisfaction before shifting upwards and capturing your lips in a kiss, his tongue licks the inside of your cheeks, he could taste Suguru which made him let out a whine.

He continued to kiss you as he thrusted in and out. His hand reached for yours as he held you gently, before locking his hand with yours.

The moment felt so oddly romantic and intimate, but it quickly went away with your senses returning back to you.

Satoru didn't take long to finish after that, shooting his load inside you. He rode out his high for a moment before pulling out and watching his semen leak, dripping out from your pussy.

He scooped it up with a finger and pressed it against your lips before forcing it in and making you suck on his finger.

“I want you to taste me too.” He muttered before he pecked your cheek and pulled away.

You laid there, staring at the ceiling as they both cleaned and fixed themselves up. You felt enraged, gross, disgusted, constantly being used like this. You wanted to say something, tell them to fuck off and leave you alone.

But the thought of being alone and not having friends makes you hesitate.

You sit up in defeat before you clean yourself and dress up again properly, it takes a while but you're finally able to work on the project again.

Suguru makes you sit on his lap while Satoru comes up with a draft and multiple ideas on how to go about the topic. Suguru felt warm and cozy unlike just a few moments ago, and Satoru's words don't feel condescending. It feels so normal.

Moments like this make you question whether what happened just moments ago is actually real or not.

It's truly pathetic.

Perhaps that is why you can never truly stand up for yourself, as cruel as they are, they also make you feel comforted at the same time, give you the attention and care you lack from others.

You wanted to laugh at yourself.

All that you knew? 'Annoying' didn't even scratch the surface when it came to pretty bitch boy and his beloved competitive asshole.

But now? You could finally focus on guys that weren't the bane of your existence. Like a certain red-head chatting you up at the drink table. Tall, really tall, big, with the kind of stoicism that made the slight smirk on his sharp face all the more exciting.

"Ah, you're not from around here. Thought as much," the guy, 'Kuna' ( as some drunk girl previously hanging on his arm giggled ), peered over his red cup at you. "Wouldn't forget such a pretty face."

"Mhhm, and how many girls do you pull that on?" It's your turn to smile into your cup as you propped yourself back on the counter. Like a prize to be won. With your mini skirt squeezing around your thighs and confidence in each inch of your stiletto heels.

"Only the ones that catch my attention." He mused. His head curved and his eyes did little to hide their predatory swipe. "And it seems like someone likes attention."

Oh, you were greedy for it.

Brought up in a conservative home where your mother measured your skirt to knee ratio with two fingers? Maybe freedom was also in his eyes. It swirled in the scarlet of them. A threat and a promise all the same. It never tasted sweeter.

Alas, your wings were clipped with a familiar weight strung over your shoulders. Sandalwood engulfed your senses and strangled freedom's breeze. Your gaze froze.

"Fancy seeing you here."

Bitch boy alert. Suguru Geto; the image of rebellion itself. With his ripped black trousers, heavy boots, silvers piercings and chains galore— he smudged your freedom like his eyeliner.

"Kinda late to be out isn't it?" His arm's weight was a feather compared to his stare.

You spluttered. "Geto," as if last names could save you. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Could be asking you the same thing. What're you doing on my campus?"

Shit. Had your excitement to run wild blinded your common sense? This was Suguru's college. You know. The one he and the other brat attend with your brother?

"And who's this guy?" He barely blinked. 'Kuna' did several.

"Thought you'd remember me, Sug—"

"I wasn't talking to you." Suguru's gaze sliced with his words. Sharp, concise, like that damned serene smile on his pierced lips. "And it's Geto, to you. Don't you know who this girl is?"

His fingers curled on your shoulder. There's that cage again. You ignored the flutters his touch pooled in your stomach. A golden cage was still a cage. Who gave him the right to play protective? He wasn't Nanami. And he sure as hell wasn't your friend.

Your shoulders jutted back and you writhed from the heaviness of his preformative protection. "Could you get lost? I didn't ask for your—"

Embarrassment's heat turned wet. All over your blouse. Soaking your skin with the bitter taste you specifically avoided tonight. The cheap booze curled your nose more than the anger.

"Whoops! Sorry there," and in comes the arrogant asshole. With a knock to your shoulder and half his cup across your shirt. His shades hung infuriatingly low on his nose. What the hell does he need glasses for at night?

"What's your problem!?" You jerked around to Satoru who caught your irritation with his signature grin. One that ticked off the gods.

Eyes deeper than the ocean and with all its roaring confidence batted at you almost innocently. "Woah— what're you doing here?"He swiped across the room, no so discreetly glared at Sukuna, then gaped at you again.

"If Kenny sees ya he's gonna freak."

Were you sure it was water in your cup? Suddenly the world's spinning and you're getting auditory illusions. Did Satoru just say that Kento would be here? Nanami Kento. Your stuck-up, straight-spined, strict-stared brother, here, at a college party? You laughed despite yourself.

"Ken? Here?" You pointed an irritated grin his way to hide the nervous twitch in your eye. "Tell me another joke."

"You're right, that blonde hair poking out like a sore thumb looks like quite the joke," Suguru jabbed a finger back and you followed in haste. Sure enough, your brother sat poised across the room. Bored and tight-lipped as an overly smiley woman beside him brushed her hand over his shoulder.

You subconsciously scampered behind Satoru's figure. Tall fucker would hide you like a tree away from your brother's death stare— but not from the bastard's smug one. "Aww, scared?" He crooned.

Embarrassment stained your face and you swivelled to make sure Sukuna wasn't watching. No dice. That red head of hair was already halfway across the floor and chatting up the next sweet thing he could find. Damnit. So much for a fun night.

Instead you're stuck with two grinning jerks, a squeeze of rejection and a dash of paranoia. Great, you love your freedom served with a side of cold nostalgia.

"I hate you both." You murmured. Clipped but thinner than you intended. All you're flashed was teeth.

"Sure you should hate the guys getting you out of this mess?" Satoru spun around. "Our dorm's not too far. Sure I have something to get you out of this," he pinched on damp fabric and you swatted his hand away.

Going back to their dorm? Thing one and thing two? Suicide really. But with one last worried glance at Kento, you chose the lesser evil. Rather doom by your own hand than by his. Last thing you needed was a call to your parents.

"Fine," you hissed, jerking away from the two. "Just get me out of here and keep your mouths shut."

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"Oh, you're so much cuter in my shirt."

"Didn't I say keep your mouth shut?"

Their dorm was infuriatingly spotless. Not a hair nor nook out of place. Perfectly divided into serenity and chaos with a dash of mischief on both. Suguru's records lined a wall while Satoru's books and comics painted another. Satoru's bed hosted a rug on the foot while Suguru's sported more comfy-looking pillows. White and black, darkness and light, dancing in a harmony of clean desks ( apart from Satoru's that scattered with a few silly sticky notes ) and furbished walls. The only thing you could curl your nose at was the ash tray on the windowsill. But even that was relatively clean.

With nothing to shame them on and the irritatingly comfortable, oversized dark shirt pooling around your skirt, you turned your chastising to the blue-eyed creep grinning ear-to-ear as you plopped on the edge of his bed. Damnit, it's comfortable. Probably courtesy of Satoru's daddy's money.

"Don't you two know how to mind your own business? I was having fun."

"Last time we checked, our best friend's little sister is our business."

The bed sank to your left and you restrained your glare from Suguru. You couldn't handle his pretty face being beside you right now. His audacity, however, had you swivelling. "What were you thinking? That party was full of seniors."

What did it matter? It wasn't like you were a highschooler. That's what you hated about systems. It was always a rank of age and experience. The truth was that the bumbling rejection from preschool never truly fades as you go through the years, just gains a different name. Here you were, over eighteen and in a skirt clearly for a college girl— and you were still regarded with incompetence.

His pretty face wouldn't save him from your scowl. "I can handle myself. I don't need two assholes to do it for me."

Satoru scoffed from the side and propped himself against the wall with a lazy drawl. "Oh yeah, cause you're sooo grown up huh? Grinding against any man that spares you some attention."

At this rate you'd get vertigo with your pivoting glare between the two. Or maybe your eyes would tumble out first. Maybe then you wouldn't have to deal with their slap-awaiting, vogue-worthy faces.

"Damn right I am. I'm an adult. And you know what Satoru? It's not of your business."

He grinned. The fucker grinned. Hands stuffed into his pockets. You wished it was to search for some decency. Instead he fished out a condescending glint over the rims of his shades. "Do you even have any idea what Sukuna does to young and pretty girls like you?"

You skipped over the part where he called you pretty and clawed your palms to reel in your snap. Too late. "And what if I did, huh? What if that's exactly why I was talking to him?"

Shame diminished your filter, but rushed back to your face once their silence weighed heavy. Of course you knew what Sukuna was all about. Your brother wouldn't stop ranting about people like him. But did you really just admit that? To these two bastards, no less?

Suguru cleared his throat and you deluded yourself with the possibility of his decency. "Oh."

That chuckle was anything but decent.

"Were you hoping to go home with him, then? And what would you do say— once he got you on his couch?"

You'd take the blue-eyed judgement carving into your very being over the shift from the grinning demon at your side. Suguru never said anything without a double meaning. Conniving devil indeed. You stubbornly pressed your lips together. His implication forced you to swallow your shame.

"I'm— not a virgin," you spluttered. Sure. That's exactly what a virgin would say. Satoru's snicker agreed with the sentiment.

Another snap towards him, then back to those devilish teeth and now an arched, pierced brow that looped your tummy. "That's also, not any of your business."

But you made it their business. Prattling on about wanting to be taken home? You sealed your own fate.

"Aren't you?" The weight of your decision came in an arm slumped around your shoulders. You stiffened. But that didn't stop the press of cool metal against the tease of your thigh. Magnetically, your gaze fell to those silver rings that looked like sin against your skin.

Suguru's hand. On your thigh. Dwarfing, veiny, promising. It looked more than just sin. It looked good.

"Because the way you're acting, the way you're dressing," dark nails pinch on your skirt's hem, testing it. Was it as flimsy as your confidence? His lips ran a similar test on the shell of your ear. "—looks just like all the pretty virgin girls I've had fun with."

Your cheeks burned with your failure. A buzzer blared through your head.

Lost. You lost.

And now? You're blushing, trembling, in the hold of a man's hand you swore you'd break the fingers of back when he dared to use your hairbrush. If only you could muster that same hateful stare you mastered back as teens.

Instead, you shot him a trembled glare, tapered at the edges like your crumbling bravado. All it took was a smirk, a predatory head tilt, his damn thumb brushing on your thigh— and your glass house shattered.

"Lookie there."

He leaned in, dangerously so. "You're proving my point, princess."

Princess. You'd heard him use that before on other girls. But it felt better on you. Felt right. And the way his hand slipped to your inner thigh told you he thought the same.

"Inexperienced," condescending. "Do you even know how to touch yourself?" Crude.

You caught his hand that made itself comfortable in your thigh's warmth. Yur stare locked, then darted. Anywhere but him, then nowhere except him. Frazzled. Flustered. Fingers fumbled.

Not for long. His far larger, guiding digits meshed with yours. Stilling their storm and festering a new one in your tummy as he slid them further. "Well, do you?"

Through the winds you chased your pride. "I— do," and whispered your lies. Your salvaged confidence took another hit with his lips traced on your lobe.

"Prove it."

Guiding, taunting, he flushed your fingertips to the damp spot on your panties, as if he had a sixth sense for it. As if he already knew your body better than you did. With your stuttering rub at the spot and your surprised gasp, you wouldn't be too surprised.

One stroke. Two. You rebuilt your pride like building blocks. Even if you laid each one with a trembling ring and middle finger.

There was no time to question the absurdity of this. Nor how embarrassingly quickly you played into his hand and melted to his touch. Maybe he was a demon after all. He pulled on your strings with ease— your hateful spats became soft splutters in a matter of seconds.

"Now," there's that devilish drawl. "You can't forget here too. Dual stimulation is important." His left hand, like a cruel teacher, guided yours to your tit that felt too good rubbing on the material of Satoru's shirt. And you? An eager student, as you pinched on the peak and rubbed on the stiffening nipple.

When one hand worked, the other stumbled. Your pussy throbbed into your panties as if begging for more friction. Listening to it only swapped the falter on your tit. If your test was on dual stimulation, you failed. Miserably.

And as if eager to circle all your faults in red ink, Suguru smiled. "Is this how you touch yourself? No wonder you're so needy."

Revision time. You're yanked into his lap with an effortless pull on your thighs. His touch was natural on your skin. His hands belonged on yours. Large, eager, clamped yet caressed. His palm was large enough to cup your cunt, and your breast nestled humbly in the other.

His fingers nudged yours into place and led them in a practised choreography. Pressing down just right on the damp spot and turning it into a wet one as he guided your fingers into a crook on your quivered slit. The hand on your tit ushered your lax one into a slow swirl on your nipple.

You whimpered. He was right. Dual stimulation was important.

"There we go, princess." That damp spot wasn't just wet after that one, it was soaking.

"Can you keep that hand moving just like that? Good girl." He withdrew below to pat atop your cunt, then bunched your skirt around your tummy to expose your drenched panties.

"Satoru, look."

Wait, that's right, Satoru's still in the room. Oddly quiet for the brazen loudmouth, you thought, and fluttered your glossy gaze over to where he stood.

What awaited was hunger so vast, you saw it clinging to his ribs. Eyes so dark, yet unobstructed by the glasses now haphazardly shoved into his messy hair. But what really stuttered your hand— was his. Shamelessly down his pants. Palming himself.

Fuck.

"She's so clumsy," Satoru rumbled in a voice you hardly recognised. Where's that annoying pitch? You slicked your fingers further.

"I think she just wants me to do all the work."

It sounded like a complaint, but Suguru nudged your hand out of the way eagerly and stroked his index and middle over your slit. Slotting into the fabric and dragging the friction all the way to your throbbing clit. Then circled, drawing out a whimper. In the midst of stimulation you hardly noticed the creeping beneath your shirt. Until you were arching into both fingers rubbing your panties and another set pinching your perky tit.

"Mngh, Suguru," you whined. It earned you a second pinch, this time to your clit. His circles found better favour in abusing the nub. Slow, steady, with a flick every now and then for good measure.

You squeaked and squirmed. He braced you with a tempered squeeze on your breast and a laugh fanned into your neck. "You wouldn't have lasted a minute with Sukuna. Look at how wet you are."

A third pinch, this time to the fabric. He withdrew the wet cotton then snapped it back to your twitching cunt with a shlick! Your whine had him biting his smile.

"Oh poor, poor pretty girl." There's that condensation again, crooned to your ear as the pads of his fingers flushed on the hood of your clit. Those slow circles turned fervent and vicious.

Pleasure pricked on your spine. Your thighs squirmed and squeezed, subjecting you to more pressure— and his hand? Not one stutter, not one stumble, he even had the focus to lave kisses up your neck and thumb your nipple

"There we go— oh? That's a pretty sound," he grinned at your whimper and sped when you arched. Gyrating the fabric so perfectly on your twitching, trembling clit.

"Gonna-"

"Hmm? Gonna what? Say it for me."

"G-Gonna—!"

He'd settle with your broken whine for now. It was too cute not to. A few minutes on your little nub was all it took?

Stars burst behind your eyelids and your head limped back on his shoulder. Pathetic grinds became needy hip bucks. Not that you needed it. Not when his fingers barely stopped through your orgasm. Feverish, fluid,

And free.

True. Unwavering freedom. Right there. In the palms of this smug bastard's hands.

If your mind wasn't amuck, you might have cussed him out. But how could you when he crooned to your ear so sweetly? When he tendered kisses down your jaw and squeezed your breast in what you could only coin as assurance?

Poor you. So lost in his, "Atta girl. That's how you touch yourself." —that you barely processed the cool air hitting your slick cunt. In fact, only when soft tuffs tickled your thighs did you snap your gaze down.

Pantieless, with pretty, blue eyes gleaming up at you. If Suguru's hands looked good on your thighs? Satoru's face belonged between them.

"Suguru's right, y'know? You'd barely last a second with Sukuna. That's okay though," his lips caressed your inner thigh, and before you could think of clenching, he wrenched them open. His hands were softer, but dare you say deadlier?

"We could always break you in."

He winked. You stuttered.

Freedom might have been a red solo cup at the beginning of the night. But now? It was a head of white hair and glossy lips kissing up your jittery slit together with a glint of silver rings and calloused fingerpads still swirling on your clit.

You throbbed into Satoru's mouth and limped your head into Suguru's, he kissed atop your head instinctively. "Mngh," another stutter, another throb, Satoru vibrated a chuckle.

"So cute."

Cute, wasn't what it felt like when his tongue dipped in. Together with a firm pinch from Suguru. You gushed around the pink muscle. With a gasp, a whine, something in-between. It was Sastoru's turn to stumble.

"Fuck, so sweet," he groaned into your pussy. How eagerly she accepted his praise. Pulsing into his thumbs that split your folds and the flat of his tongue dragging on your opened slit. "Can't believe you were gonna whore out such a sweet pussy."

His mouth carried out the frustration with sloppy kisses. Suguru shared the sentiment with a tug on your tit and nip on your neck.

But it was Satoru's tightened grip that sealed the deal. Suddenly, smugness wasn't the only thing radiating off of the two. The pair of bastards that you shamed your brother for befriending, the twins of chaos that drove you up the wall—

It was more than suddenly. It was painfully. How did you miss the signs?

Smug? Arrogant? All underlined. But the true factor that drove their haughty hands and heated mouths?

"If you wanna act like a whore, we'll treat you like one."

Jealousy.

After the growl, Satoru fisted your thighs so wide, you wouldn't even think of clenching them. Not that you'd have any string of coherent thought as his face dove into the wetness of your pussy and feasted on it like a man starved. Or perhaps a college boy running on two cups of coffee and even lesser sleep. Which was worse?

You jolted. His kisses became licks, and his licks became sucks. Sloppy yet skilful over your slit. From the hilt, then to the top when his lips brushed on Suguru's knuckle, then back to the middle where his tongue made quick work on spilling out more of your sweet slick.

The latter. The latter was most definitely worse.

Wet shlicks meshed with whimpered shudders. You arched into his face and bucked your hips as best you could. Suguru's fingers barely let up. Three now flat on your clit, with his circling turned to flicks over the poor, overly-stimulated nub.

"W-Wait— oh god, wait," you quivered. Bleary eyes darted to their ceiling. Your thighs clenched into Satoru's hold and tits twitched in Suguru's clutches.

You'd barely been fingered before. Let alone gone dumb on someone's tongue. And four sets of hands? It was too much for your body that only experienced one.

Your grip delved into white locks and another latched on black leather. With the leverage, you bucked and stammered as your body limped back into warmth, all while a cool tongue wrecked your sopping heat.

Filthy. The sounds were filthy. From your webbed lips, from Satoru's slick ones, from Suguru's filthy, ratched ones.

"Wait? Want us to wait? Just showing you what college life's all about, princess." Two more pinches, Satoru doubled down with a loud shlurp, and you cried into the stimulation.

White blinded your vision. Heavy and hot as you pulsed into Satoru's awaiting mouth and twitched into Suguru's cruel fingers. Once, twice, then burst. Slick and messy, all over a chin that ground on you with the rest of his face.

Your orgasm rode out into the endless prickles of pleasure. Held tight on the line of delirious and dumb. But those hands? That mouth? Not one stutter. They weren't you. Inexperienced, clumsy little you who can't even touch herself.

They were cruel. Maybe more than you thought with the way their efforts doubled. Suguru's flicking turned to quick, sharp tapping and Satoru's tongue shoved in and fucked you in a way even your fingers couldn't.

You tensed. That knot in your stomach barely loosened. It burst into a heat that jolted your thighs and squirmed your upper half. "I— I-I can't—" you cried.

Shame. Seemed they liked that. Satoru's eyes rolled, Suguru's narrowed.

"Can't?" Another slap, you jolted with your clit. "Course you can. You're a needy little slut after all? Hmm? Toru, what's that pussy telling ya?"

"Mhhm," Satoru slurred in response. Muffled, wet, messy, as his pointed nose nudged your hood. "Sluttiest— mnghh, fuckin' girl."

If you thought that murmur was greedy, you weren't ready for his lip lock around your clit. Sealed tight on the nub and sucking down in a mix of spit and slick. Suguru clicked his tongue. Satoru always stole his spot.

No matter, he found a better one. With two fingers slick in your cum and shoved into your cunt. They take up a speed that matches the tempered sucking. Quick, punishing, greedy.

You sobbed into the air and pitifully squirmed in Suguru's lap. A pathetic mix of their names drooled from your stuttering mouth. The hand in Satoru's hair turned desperate, he mimicked with his sealed lips and vibrating groans.

You weren't sure what to focus on. The blinding tingles on your crying clit or thick fingers fucking you open and expertly finding that spot you could only dream of.

Was focus even in your dictionary? Not when your pussy clenched in warning and pleasure shot so far up your spine, it knocked the breath from your lungs. The only thing you were good at in this moment was cumming around Suguru's fingers and throbbing into Satoru's lips.

"Toru, Suguuu—wait, please, hngh please-" freedom, capture, the lines blurred as you limped into trapping arms but soared with bucking hips and slutty moans.

"Fuck, what would your brother think?" Suguru bit on your lobe and ground his hips into the cleft of your ass. Your limping weight added just the right friction.

From below, Satoru showed his greed knew no bounds as he released your clit with a lewd pop! only to rush kisses down to your oozing cunt and suck around Suguru's fingers. "He'd hate us. Keeps tellin' us to stay away from you." He heaved.

The audacity. He made you see stars, knocked your breath that you're still trying to catch, and he's breathless? You'd mock him for his pussy-drunkness if it weren't for your mess of glazed eyes and glossy lips.

Besides, he recovered quicker than you. Satoru stood and braced his buckle with an eagerness to get to his zipper. Halted only by Suguru's hum.

"Now, shouldn't we settle this fairly? See who gets this sweet cunt first?"

Their stare locked over your shoulder, and you just so happened to roll your slumped head onto Suguru's and crack an eye open to see Satoru's balled fist. Suguru's followed.

What in the. . .

"Fine, let's settle this reasonably." Satoru huffed. Reasonable seemed to come in a silent chant of three.

Rock.

Paper.

Scissors.

Seriously? You're quickly reminded that you grew up with these two idiots. If you weren't quivering with your cunt on full display and leaking all over the bed, you would have scoffed. Instead your brow arched.

Satoru's fingers jutted in a pair, Suguru's remained balled. Rock beats scissors, Suguru grinned— Satoru groaned. "Fuck." He slumped back into his desk chair with the theatrics of an art major.

You went to roll your eyes and chastise. But your gaze gaped and mouth ran dry when a small click and zip revealed that you had bigger problems to worry about. Much bigger problems.

Suguru's dick sprung from his briefs and slapped back onto your cunt. You'd heard a thing or two about cock before. They were either girthy, or long, but Suguru's? Thick. With enough length to consider him monstrous. And right on the underside, like a bow on a behemoth, a silver glint caught your eye— a frenum piercing just below his pronounced tip.

"It's. . ." You gulped.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Satoru grinned.

"We're not beating the allegations when you say shit like that, Satoru." Suguru grumbled.

His tip smooched your entrance in a lewd hello, then glided through your slick. As if coaxing your poor, trembling slit to calm down. Much like his caressing hands that stroked your inner thighs and spread you wide. Like his cooing voice on your ear.

"Sshh, pretty girl. I've got you. Treat my poor little virgin girls so good, I promise."

A small pop! followed your whimper and your thighs locked— but rough, tender hands guided them apart. "Breathe for me baby. Stay nice and open." Tender strokes on your hip loosened your muscles. As if your body wanted to be good for him.

It did. Wanted to be his good girl. The pretty thing on his lap as you took him in. Inch by agonising inch.

If your fingers were nothing compared to his? They were laughable when compared to his cock. Slick walls gushed and contracted, throbbed and tightened. Each pulse another beg that his girth happily obliged to: stuffing you further.

"Sugu," you broke, and he swore, it was what angels were made of.

Those calloused hands knew nothing but caresses. Over your hips, your sides, cupping your breasts with an encouraging squeeze. His kiss calmed the drumming in your ear. "Easy does it. Taking it so well. Righ, Satoru?"

"So well," Satoru agreed, so soft you barely heard. And for a moment, a devastating moment, you considered a world where that 'performative protectiveness' truly was care.

Another push to your gummy resistance as your cunt clamped tight. The fullness bubbled hiccups in your throat as your hand scrambled for Suguru's wrist while his hands palmed your thighs.

Don't look down, don't you down.

You looked down.

Met with not only a bulge you've only heard about in fiction— but the hilt of his cock. Throbbing, thick, and oh so slicked in your pouring wetness. Like a gift that keeps on giving. To say he stretched you out was an understatement. No, he devoured you. Veins thrumming into your nerves, tip smooched heatedly into a withering spot that sent your toes curling, and filling up every crevice to the point where you weren't sure which part was you and which was Geto fucking Suguru.

The sight had you clenching, gripping around his dick in a vice that begged him not to leave. He hissed into your shoulder. "Fuck, she's tighter than we thought."

Any questioned died on your tongue as he withdrew. Leaving you empty only halfway, but still a few inches too much for your whining, slippery pussy— only to scold her impatience with a quick, easy pump. You scrambled.

"Wh-What do you—" air was a luxury. Like his hands palming your breasts, like his lips laving your neck. "What do you— you mean? Thought?"

Suguru fell into a leisure rhythm. Slow, testing. He eased you through the sting and loosened your needy walls with a swirling thumb to your clit.

Through your shaky breaths and fluttering eyes, you blearily watched as Satoru slanted back into the chair with a hand matching the pace of Suguru's thrusts. If you weren't so occupied with the dick dragging through your folds and that filthy piercing grazing on a perfect sweetspot, you'd have taken a moment to familiarise his cock, too.

"Isn't it obvious?" Suguru grunted, his hands squeezed on your thighs and wrenched them to strain over his lap. Two grinds into your cervix made you whimper from fullness— only to pitifully whine as he retracted to the tip. "Wanted this pussy since forever. Then you had the audacity to put it on advertisement."

Every whine, every whimper, knocked from your chest with air as his hips slammed back. A nasty squelch paired with a sharp slap reverberated. He caught your squirming by the waist and shoved you onto him. Squeezing in the last inches of his cock until the head gyrated on your cervix like a warning.

"So c'mon now." He laughed, breathless, feral, as his strength effortlessly bounced you on his dick that thrust up in a ruinous rhythm. Faster, with purpose, splattering your slick all over your thighs and his.

A lewd beat of balls slapping your folds, your ass clapping down on him and your sweet cries sung into the air heavy with the smell of sex. Like a lewd symphony building into a slutty crescendo.

"Show me what a slut you can be, huh? Fuck me back, yeah— fuck, that's it princess." How pathetic a princess can be. Sloppy and clumsy as your hips take up a stuttering fumble. Just barely mimicking his guiding hands ragdolling you on his dick. "This is how you ride cock. Just like that. Doing so well."

You just barely managed to catch another groan. Deeper, breathier. Through wet and weak eyes you see Satoru, neck crooked and stained fingers squeezing round his girth. Your mouth waters at the drips of precum— but your eyes cringed at a flash.

Only then did you notice his other hand gripping around his phone as if he couldn't focus on which palm actually held his dick. He nursed on his pink lip with sharp teeth, hazy eyes flickering between the screen and the real thing. There, all wet, and wide, and whimpering on Suguru's lap.

"She's messin' all over, Suguru." Satoru rasped.

"Sure you love that. 's your bed." Suguru chuckled.

And since he was such a good best friend, he leaned back, spread you wider as he fisted on the fat of your thighs. He wrung you open on full display so the camera caught every inch of your glistening, sopping pussy. Every clench around his dick, every bit of that ring of filthy cream you left around his base. And most importantly? How you splattered and spilled every time he emptied to the tip, grazed his piercing on the hilt of your slit— then rammed back in.

You're a mess of whimpering sobs and a crying pussy as you limped back into Suguru, splaying yourself further into the heat of finally, finally getting fucked open. And by your brother's best friend no less.

"Awww baby," Satoru crooned. "Listen to those whimpers. Really think you'll survive the real world like this? So fucked-out and you haven't even cum yet. Filthy girl."

Filthy, they called you filthy while their tongues were capable of sins. As if Satoru wasn't fisting his leaking dick and documenting this moment. As if Suguru wasn't sucking hickies all over your neck, pinching on a tit while two fingers messily swirled on your clit.

If you were filthy? They were disgusting. Disgusting for wanting you like this, for taking you like this. And you? All the same for clenching around a guy's cock you swore to hate for the rest of your life, and soaking the other's sheets.

"This," a thrust rammed into your cervix as clamping hands ground you into the bursts of heat arching your spine. "This is what it is to be fucked. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your clit stung into a wet slap then throbbed into the mean pinch of his thumb.

You nodded, brokenly, deliriously, "yes, yes, feels so good— hngh sugu, feels so good—" tears stained your hot face. Your mouth fell open in a web of saliva and he chased the trail with eager lips down your jaw.

"'m gonna— ah - gonna— please!" Your nerves flared, tummy taut. That devasting knot reformed with a pool of blistering heat. You bucked down rapidly, pitifully, as if you had any control of how his cock bullied your squelching walls.

Suguru caught your high with a breathless laugh and cruel swipes on your clit. Sending you from cloud nine into an endless void of spasms and stars splitting before your rolling eyes.

You didn't just clench— you squeezed the life out of him. Milking every vein and squeezing around his cockhead smooching your cervix until his maw slacked and fell into your shoulder. Brows furrowed, teeth biting, he bucked into the curve of your ass and suffocating pussy while gripping onto the last shreds of his sanity. Not now, not—

"Suguru, ohgod suguuuu,"

Shattered. He humped into your heat with a grunting whine and met your flood with his spill. Shooting ropes, upon robes of thick, creamy heat into your pulsing pussy.

"Fuck." His hand abandoned your tit for your jaw, swiveling your head and shoving your lips to his. So that teeth clattered, tongues twisted, and his barbell piercing took your breath away.

You're lost. Ears full of cotton, lungs crying for air, face smudged with streaming mascara and smeared lipstick. But to Suguru dizzy on your saliva and the now panting Satoru? You were beautiful.

While he parted his mouth, his cock remained buried. Eagerly grinding into your prickling bundle of nerves that shook you with more sobs. "Already crying?" He grinned. There's the devil again.

"Baby, you haven't even taken toru."

The world tilted. You're whining from emptiness. The taste of cotton pillows and the feel of wrinkled sheets smoothed on your tummy comforted your now vacant, raw pussy. The weight below shifted into something heavier above you. Flushed into your ass and the curve of your spine with white stands tickling your cheek.

Your oozing cunt wasn't lonely for long. Another plush tip shoved between her messy folds and twitched at the glaze smearing all over. You choked on the hand curling round your throat to cradle you— or yank you back. You didn't know, you didn't care.

Not when your eyes were rolling and pussy was splitting for a second girth. Shoved careless, and zealous with the eagerness of a man starved. And while your sweetspot missed the piercing, your cervix loved how this one shoved into it head-on. Not a smooch, but a smack.

"She's gushing so much," a low groan melted into your whine as a sharp nose dug into your cheek. Shaper teeth grazed on your ear and his long fingers squeezed on your throat. "Feels so good to be a slut, huh sweet girl?" Satoru rumbled. His body was smoother than Suguru's, but a bit bigger, deliciously so.

When you answered with babbles, a small drawback and wet snap! morphed it into a crying confession. "Yes, yes, fuck— Satoru, feels s'good."

He chuckled at your slurs, a rough sound grinding into your ear the same way his cock grated into that sweltering bundle of nerves. "Might wanna hold on tight, sweet girl." His fingers released your throat for your scalp, delving in almost gently as his pace faltered with.

"Not gonna be as gentle as Suguru."

Your eyes widened into the sheets. If what Suguru did to you was considered gentle then—

"Hngh!"

Your cry muffled into cotton as his fingers clenched in your hair and shoved your face into the mattress. But nothing compared to the tempered piston that were his hips. Hot, heavy and haughty as they pounded ripples into your soft ass.

Wetness squeezed and spluttered from your dripping pussy. Smearing Satoru's cock all over and showing him what he was missing. Now that he had it? He was feral and filthy in your ear, in his pace. Trapping you into the sheets with nowhere to run. Nowhere to the hide. Just to be his.

His whore. Their little slut. Until you were spurting out whimpers like the stringy mess pouring from your quivered slit.

"I can't— S'toru- I can't take iitttt."

Overstimulation bled into your tears, and despite your pitiful whines of heat and desperation, your ass still attempted to hump back into him. He huffed a laugh into your hair.

"That right baby?" A nasty hump on your cervix pitched your sobs. "That why you're— fuck, clenching like that? Slutty pussy's tellin' on you, y'know."

A second chuckle joined, one more graceful. Mirroring the hand that cupped your face and brought your head into black leather. Suguru crooned above you as he nudged your bobbing head into his lap. "Oh, can't you? Thought you could handle yourself."

So cruel, yet so comforting. While Satoru's balls barraged against your folds and he chased bruises on your ass, hell— your cervix too— Suguru stroked a thumb on your wet cheekbone and smeared your mascara against his nail polish.

He clicked his tongue, something between condescending and considerate as his thumb swiped over your drooling lips. From your eyes rolled back, you couldn't witness his heated stare. Instead, you spluttered over his hand with whorish moans.

Blurred, incomprehensible, but spiked in a pitch when a sharp spank vibrates your ass. Only to grip and shove it straight back into the mattress. Open and raw against punishing thrusts that made your cries turn into squeals. "This," Satoru hissed, squeezing on fat so it bulged through his finger gaps.

"This is what you gotta expect from guys." He sneered. But his tone quickly shifted as his warm palm cupped below your jaw and yanked your head back to face him. So that your looping eyes, drooling mouth and cute little whines were right below him. He corrected himself with a chuckle.

"Nah, this is what you should expect from us. Know damn well this pussy is ours now, huh?"

He punctuated with a cruel pinch and rub on your clit paired with an angle that knocked the breath from you. Still, you spluttered yieldingly. "M-Mhhm! Mhhm! All— all youurrss hngh."

He twitched. Deep, devastating, and you clenched just in time to send his eyes fluttering too. "Say my name," he gasped. Something rough, something desperate.

"Satoru," you whined, babbling into his fingers that shook around your cheeks, squishing them so your saliva strung. "S-Satoru, Satoru— toru- torutoruuu." You shattered.

Another tug, this time to your hair. Sugur's fingers joined the mix as your strands meshed with silver rings. "Hey now," he breathed. "Don't leave me out. Say mine prettily like that too, princess."

How could you deny him? "Suguuuu," you whimpered. "Suguuruu- sugu, angh, I can't—" Your fingers curled into the sheets, and he quickly snatched your hand. Satoru grabbed the other, yanking it back to where he held you down by the hip.

"Can't?" He mocked.

"Cannn'tt, 'm— fuck, please, s'too much."

While you keened from overstimulation, your pussy drooled and strung all over. Spurting that delicious, addictive cream that scratched at Satoru's sweet tooth. You clamped round his cock. Eager to milk him like you did Suguru. And he whimpered, then grunted.

"Don't think so, sweetheart." He slipped his hand to squeeze tight on your throat and withdrew to the tip, only to piston forward. Bottoming out so your squelching walls were stuffed to the brim and he could abuse your cervix with brutal hammers.

"In fact, I think you're gonna cum," he laughed. Loud, and boisterous, and arrogant. All in the same way he pounded sobs from both your lips and pussy. "Right? Cum for me. Cream my dick baby."

Oh you did more than cream. As your eyes squeezed and your body spasmed, the clench of your wall didn't come with a warm bubble— but a hot stream. A loud, lewd squirt pulsing from your cunt and spraying both of your thighs.

You cramped up, he tensed, but never faltered. Riding out your high while chasing his with stuttered moans and a rambling tongue. "Fuuckk, a squirter," he heaved, voice breaking as the knot within him snapped and he repaid your gift tenfold. Pumping you full for the second time that night. Until your poor pussy was squelching the combination of fluids from your slit and officially ruining Satoru's bed.

Fuck.

"Can tell ya, no guy's gonna be able to do that to you." He groaned, damp hair tickling your cheek when his face fell into your shoulder and his body collapsed onto you. You choked a whine from the pressure, and finally managed to catch your breath as the pistoning pounds became small rocks. Until nothing more but a throbbing, softening dick.

Satoru slipped from your wetness with a whimper you barely heard. Soon the sheets were replaced by a warm chest and you panted into the scent of sandalwood wrapped around you. Deft fingers rubbed on the back of your scalp.

"No guy's gonna do this for you either," Suguru mumbled as his arms held you against him. Satoru joined behind you, his still, somehow cold arms, hooking around your waist and squeezing your thighs that he's evidently obsessed with.

His kisses pressed into the heat of your neck. Each one of them weaving out the intensity of being not only fucked, but overstimulated and stuffed. At last, you relaxed into them. Nothing but panting breaths, quivered thighs and soft whimpers.

The silence blanketed you in silk. And for yet another moment, you forgot whose arms you trembled in. Better yet, whose cocks you let ruin you. Realisation dawned when you caught that satisfied smirk tugged on Suguru's mouth.

"You're both so annoying." You managed, but the way your lips fell to Suguru's shoulder and your fingers laced with Satoru's told another story.

"But you love us, hmm?" Satoru mumbled into your neck with a boyish grin and you wished you pores would secrete poison to kill him in that moment.

Anger's heat melted into an embarrassed simmer, however, and you spluttered a fluster of barely strung together 'what's' and 'how's'. You're shushed by Suguru's thumb on your lips.

He smiled. "You're very obvious."

But his kiss to your ears and Satoru's to your scalp told you there was nothing to fear. If your past self could see you now, she'd scoff and spit at you. But you didn't care. Happiness seeped beneath your ribs and you bit back a smile as they snuggled into you. Trapping you between them, but it was the furthest thing from a cage.

This? This was freedom.

"We've got you." Suguru whispered. "We'll take care of you."

"Later, though." Satoru winked.

You stiffened when Suguru didn't seem to correct him. Suddenly, their smiles looked more sinister than sweet.

Pretty bitch boy slipped his hand down to squeeze on your ass. And his beloved, competitive asshole? He murmured to your ear with a husked rumble.

"What? You thought we're done?"

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/dollywons. art cred: sakimichanmale (twt)

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It was late in the afternoon when Nanami found you. 

At first glance, he immediately knew you were a bit of a ditz. No woman with good sense had any business bending over into the hood of her vehicle—trying to figure out what was wrong with it—in the middle of the goddamn forest like that.

The road he spotted you on was one of those back roads that was tucked deep off into the forest. People typically only came out here for one of three things.

One—the most common—to avoid traffic. Two, to get to the woodland resort that was just a few miles out from there. And three, they happened to be locals with cabins tucked off in all different corners of the surrounding forest.

You did not appear to be any of the three.

You were scouring around the open hood of your car and Nanami's first sight of you consisted of the loveliest view of your ass. Bent over all oblivious to his greedy eyes, his first honest impression of you is that you didn't exactly have the best spatial awareness… if any at all.

Leaves crunched between the heavy soles of his boots as he approached you and your car, and it almost worried him how painfully unaware you were. "Miss?" Nanami called out to you, amused by the way you yelped in surprise and nearly hit your head trying to pull yourself away from the open hood.

Your head angles back and as soon as the two of you made eye contact, he should’ve put you on his kill list.

Why? Because he’s so ridiculously bound to be a gentleman the moment he meets those pretty eyes of yours and he knows it. You looked all startled by him, yet still had the nerve to size him up and down completely unashamed.

Nanami was a tall, brawny man whose body was just begging to be freed from the fabric of all his too-tight clothing. 

He had on one of those signature red and black flannels, but its cloth did little to conceal the muscles that bulged beneath. The center of his shirt was unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peek of his toned chest, all beefy and just… broad with light tuffs of blond hair decorating the exposed skin. His sleeves were bundled up at his forearms, and adorning his hips were a pair of tanned slacks and a thick brown belt.

Phew, you couldn’t stop ogling him at first and nearly forgot to warrant him with a response. Forcing your eyes back up to his stoic, yet kind expression, you flash a sweet smile, “Sir?”

His voice leaves him all honeyed and husky in a way that has you stepping away from your car and your spine stiffening a little. “You look like you could use some help there,” He points out obviously with a slight tip of his head toward your currently dysfunctional vehicle.

The sun was rapidly making its descent and this really wasn’t the place for you to be having car trouble. Nanami considers you rather lucky he ran into you and not anyone else—this area was anything but safe for a woman such as yourself.

“I could actually!” You chime with this bubbliness that makes him thankful that he’s the one to have found you again. “My car just gave out on me all of a sudden and I’m really not sure why,” You go on to explain but, he’s hardly focused on what’s coming out of your mouth.

He’s much too busy staring at the way words leave your lips and that glistening gloss you’ve got coating them right now. Nanami swears to himself he’s usually not this easily distracted but something about you was making his brain wire itself a little differently.

Eventually, while you’re still rambling about how you were trying to make your way back to the highway and seemed to take a wrong turn onto this creepy back road, Nanami merely cocks his head to the side and looks down to spot what’s causing you all this trouble.

Yapping his ear off with not a clue in the world, “...And then I almost hit a deer a few miles back, which scared the shit out of–”

“Sweetheart,” He cuts off gently with a small grin on his face, fawn brown eyes flocking up to your expression slowly, “You’ve got a flat tire.” He tells you as he lazily lifts a hand to point at your front left tire that, surely enough, is flattened beyond belief.

“Ohhhh,” You chime with a roll of your eyes, “Y’know, that makes a lot more sense. I didn’t even look down there.” You’re turning around to inspect the tire now, noticing that it seems as though you’d run over something sharp, “Huh. There’s a big hole in it and everything…”

Nanami fights the urge to chuckle as he makes his way over to you and leans down to inspect the flattened tire alongside you. “...You didn’t hear or feel anything when your car ‘gave out’ on you?” He asks carefully, raising a brow your way.

You go to shaking your head, “No, not at all! Whatever it is I ran over, I must’ve done so a while ago because I’d been driving just fine for quite some time prior to me pulling over here..”

He waves off your words and then leans back up with a smooth click of his tongue, “Ah, I see. You have a spare, right?”

“A spare tire?” You repeat thoughtlessly before looking off in embarrassment as he nods. “About that…”

And while you start giving him a million and one reasons as to why you’re traveling alone in the woods with no emergency spare tire or any means of protection, Nanami finds himself all the more concerned for your safety. The conversation mostly consists of him trying not to give you judgy eyes, but it’s a bit difficult when you were by far the most carefree person he’d ever met.

Thus leading him to glance off and notice how dark it’s getting, “Listen, as much as I would love to sit here and listen to your uh… adventures, the sun is setting and I don’t feel too comfortable leaving you all alone here like this.”

You blink once-, twice as you quickly realize he has a point. Your gaze travels to the area surrounding the two of you, and it only then dawns on you that this man kinda just appeared out of nowhere, since he didn’t seem to have a car of his own anywhere nearby. There’s nothing but tall, leafless trees and a steadily darkening forest around the two of you.

Hell, even you weren’t going to be too comfortable sitting in your car until sunrise…

“I have a spare tire you could borrow back at my cabin,” Nanami offers all of a sudden, gesturing back into the presumed direction of his place. “Though, I can’t help you while it’s dark out and uh,” He pauses to look at you up and down, fighting his smile once again. “I doubt you’d want to follow a stranger like me off into the–”

“Okay,” You cut off suddenly enough to leave him surprised. You didn’t care too much that he was a stranger, and although you definitely showed signs of not being able to defend yourself whatsoever, you had the means to do so if it really came down to that—especially now that he’d shown he’s fallen for that rather misleading ditzy persona of yours.

Truth be told, you did have a spare tire in your trunk. You weren’t that careless.

But you also didn’t want to sleep in your car tonight, especially not alone in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Nanami seemed kind enough, despite emerging from the woods just to offer you some help and being a complete stranger to you… 

But hey, at least he was a hot stranger, right?

————

And that’s exactly how you end up following him into the woods toward that ‘cabin’ of his. He’d given you his name—first and last—but you were rather insistent on being polite and calling him by the last. The walk to his place took about fifteen minutes, which left you relieved because that meant your car wasn’t too far away.

It also explained how he found you, considering he’s not too distant. Nanami was also very open and talkative during that walk of yours and explained that he used to be a businessman but decided he needed a slice of quiet and tucked off into the forest a few years ago to be a lumberjack. Which explained that physique of his.

Fallen leaves crumpled and crunched beneath both of your feet as you two walked the dirt path toward his place and upon arrival, the very first thing you noticed was an old red axe lodged neatly into a piece of wood on his front porch as he guided you up. 

Nanami was in the midst of telling you some of his woodland adventures—as if to reciprocate what you’d told him about your road trip so far—before you stopped and stared rather openly at the tool.

He was opening his front door for you before he noticed where your eyes had landed, and he offered you a gentlemanly smile, “That’s my little money maker right there.” He says to hopefully make up for any awkwardness.

You nod, “Yeah?” and he starts telling you about his axe and how he’s had it for years and years, yet all you could focus on was the dried red sitting at the blade’s edges—a shade of which did not match the red paint of the tool and was also located where a silver color sat beneath. Huh, interesting, you’d thought.

And when Nanami made an effort to explain how some bears and other wild animals frequent this forest quite often, you figure that’s where the blood came from.

Not that he ever explicitly confirms that, though.

As he resumes his talk of what it’s like to be a lumberjack, he kindly walks you into his home—holding the door open and letting you enter first—before offering you a short tour. It was clear he wanted to make you nice and comfortable, considering he was still a stranger to you.

You agreed to the tour and made sure to take in every detail of his home just in case anything were to happen. You’d check your phone every time his eyes left you, making sure it was nicely charged and that you had some sort of service.

Thankfully, this wasn’t one of those horror-type plots, so you were actually perfect in terms of service. Y’know, after he offered and then gave you his cabin’s wifi…

He then showed you around that spotless kitchen and living room of his, in which you just so happened to notice a news article sitting on the coffee table while he told you the nearest town was at least a mile away and filled with unfriendly locals.

You ended up plucking the article from its spot to skim over it curiously as he spoke and told you stories of his bad experience with the people of the town.

Lots of missing person reports were in that article, along with a story about an axe-wielding maniac who was suspected to be the cause of said missing people. Nanami watched you read and send him a few skeptical glances, but considering how you didn’t say anything, he figured you didn’t suspect him.

He’s not the only lumberjack around, after all. That maniac could’ve been anyone.

As the tour soon concluded, Nanami showed you to a guest bedroom to sleep in for the night. The bathroom—along with his bedroom—was just down the hall and he told you not to be too shy to ask him for anything.

See? Simple.

Surely if he were crazy and wanted to kill you, he would’ve shown signs by now or made some attempt at doing so. Instead, Nanami did nothing but be a handsome host for you and even invited you into his living room to sit down and eat dinner with him.

Outside of being a sexy lumberjack, Nanami was also a fine cook.

You’re now sitting on the comforting stretch of his leather couch, a half-eaten warm plate of food in hand, and a steady draft of warmth that stems from the fireplace he’s so kindly lit for you. The cabin’s air was coated in thick scents of cedar and that homey-smoke, everything around you oh-so-meticulously placed. You distantly considered in your mind how everything was a bit too clean for a man who lived so far from town.

Shrugging it off, you were quick to remind yourself that this was okay. He was okay, despite that little article you kept taking a peek at…

There's a subtle, quiet movement somewhere behind you before Nanami comes into view and sets a softly steaming mug on the coffee table in front of you, “This isn’t too much for you, is it?” He asks, voice smooth, velvety even.

You glance up at him and find yourself admiring the way the warm light from the nearby flames catches against his chiseled face. A man like this really had no business being single and alone like this, he was visibly perfect. “This is just fine, thank you.” You manage as you set your plate down and then bring the warm mug into your cooler palms.

Nanami breaks out a smile, that gentle and polite one he’s sent your way one too many times since he’d run into you. It was the kind of expression that made your heart feel warm and safe. Catching something in your gaze, he lets off a slight sigh as he sits himself down in the nearby armchair, “You’re lucky, y’know.” He hums, large frame easing into his seat as he speaks. “This area isn’t exactly the safest for ‘outsiders’.”

Between your careful sips on the warm cocoa he’d made you—that’s oddly crafted to utter flawlessness—you look off in thought before chiming, “Outsiders? Is that what those locals that don’t like you call people like me?”

He never seems to let his gaze stray away from you, “Oh, they call me that too. That’s how I know it’s not too safe out here. I can only imagine what would’ve happened if one of them found you and not me.”

You chuckle, “So, those missing person reports…” You begin, gesturing toward the stack of articles, “You think the townsfolk made those stories up and pinned them on…” The word ‘you’ rested on the tip of your tongue but, you quickly swallowed it down. “One of the lumberjacks out here to mislead people?”

“And keep people scared, yes,” Nanami answers promptly. “It is October after all. If you look at the dates on all those reports, they’re rather recent. I feel as though it’s a seasonal thing they do for the spirit of this spooky month.”

A town of people who make up missing person reports for the month of Halloween? How peculiar. You’d never heard anything quite like that. You shrug it off, though. There’s a town of oddities everywhere, right? This was no different.

As the small talk dissipates, the fire’s low crackles swallow up the atmosphere and it felt as though time were slowing down. You’d never felt so… at ease around a complete stranger like this before. Nanami’s just as quiet as you are now, as if to let both of your thoughts mingle about and carry through the silence.

The wind outside seems to be picking up a bit, lightly clashing against the large cabin windows as you two sit and enjoy one another’s presence. You sip on your seasonal beverage until the mug is light in your hand, your taste buds satisfied, and your stomach full—two things that completely contrast how you thought you’d end up spending your night just a few hours ago.

Before you bid Nanami goodnight and head off to the guest bedroom, you sit there and start taking in the details of his home again. You were growing increasingly aware of how unnervingly faultless everything was. Tucked into a corner was a tall bookshelf lined with literature of all sorts, the spines aligned and rather dustless. 

Even the fireplace a few feet in front of you was gorgeously untouched and yet polished. The neatness of Nanami’s cabin was feeling less and less like mere tidiness and more like some sort of strange control.

But hey, perhaps you were looking too deeply into everything. He’s just a very particular man. Nothing weird about that, right?

When the two of you finally parted ways for the night, Nanami took your dishes off into his kitchen and wished you a good night. Aside from the easing running of water as he washed your plate and mug, the only sounds to travel throughout his cabin now were your footsteps toward your room for the night.

By the time you entered said room, you’d come to the same reasoning that—just because the description in the article you read, and even talked about, earlier said the suspect was a six-foot-tall blond man with brown eyes—Nanami was in no way the killer.

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With the night carrying on ever-so-smoothly without a hitch, you actually end up finding yourself unable to sleep.

The moonlight acts as the only sort of illumination all throughout the man’s house, and you quickly realize that once you slip out of the guest bedroom and tiptoe down the hall towards the bathroom. You weren’t quite sure what was keeping you up, but you hoped using the bathroom would help you figure it out.

That, and you used your trip to the bathroom as an excuse to explore the cabin a little more on your own. It was quite cozy all around and the wood hardly creaked beneath your light steps whilst you paced about. Considering only one, unmarried man lives out here alone… you really couldn’t help the impending suspicion that continued to rise within you as you explored his house.

Nothing was out of place and half of the furniture seemed as though it was rarely touched, if even at all.

As you stop by the kitchen for a glass of water, the cleanliness of Nanami’s cabin seems to stand out even more. Every glass within the cabinets was so perfectly placed that it was nearly uncanny. No dust sat on anything, not even the glasses in the very back.

You shrug it off. Maybe you were being too anal about things again. 

Or at least, that’s what you thought before you began to notice other peculiarities as you sipped your fresh glass of water. Everything was painfully squeaky clean.

The large windows that decorated the majority of the cabin’s walls? So spotless the moonlight was elegantly pouring in onto the almost reflective wooden floors. The counters? Also spotless. Every cabin and handle? Guess what? Spotless.

There was a very faint scent of recently used cleaning products so, in your head, you deduced that Nanami was some sort of clean freak.

Once you finish up with your water and finally make that trip to the bathroom, you’ve still got all these questions raging war in your mind. 

Say he was that axe-wielding maniac from the article… Did he really kidnap and murder all those people? Did he have a reason for it? Was it because of the town’s unfriendliness? Were you his next victim..?

No, no, Nanami had been way too nice and open with you for any of those things to be true. Plus, he told you the townsfolk probably made those articles up for the Halloween spirit. 

Yeah, that reality’s a lot easier for you to digest.

But if you’re being fully honest with yourself… as long as he doesn’t plan to kill you, you don’t think you mind the alternative and more likely reality of him being the killer. At least he was hot, right?

And he was nice to you.

That’s a lot better than you could say about the guys you’ve dealt with back home.

You’re washing and drying your hands now, hoping to return to bed and make a second attempt at sleep. The man was kind enough to let you stay the night, and here you were mentally accusing him of being a murderer when he hadn’t even done anything–

As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you walk face-first into something that feels like a brick wall, hands shooting up to brace yourself, and a soft huff exiting your throat. When you look up, you’re met with your host’s slightly surprised expression.

His sturdy hands are on your arms, holding you after you’d so carelessly walked into him—even though he was standing right in front of the bathroom door and didn’t really give you room to do anything else…

“Ah, sorry, Nanami,” You chime softly, voice filling the quiet of the stiff hallway surrounding the two of you, “Wasn’t expecting to run into you like this.”

His gaze is delicate as it sets down on you, “You’re quite alright, darling.” Nanami voices attentively before his head weighs to the side, “Was this just a trip to the bathroom, or could you not sleep as well?”

You grin, “I’d say a bit of both, but mainly the first thing. I’m gonna try to get some rest now, though.” Your explanation comes out rather quickly, and you’re unintentionally awkward as you break yourself away from his light grasp, turning elsewhere. “Night, Nanami.”

“Goodnight,” He replies with a slight smile on his face. 

He turns to the bathroom ahead but finds himself pausing to watch you walk down the hall. Your footsteps are careful, he notices. Though he’s not sure why that sticks out to him. He had no intentions of… 

Shaking the unfinished thought away, the blond clears his throat, “Actually, wait. Before you go,” You stop promptly—almost as if hoping for him to say something—and then swivel around at the sound of his voice, catching his eyes under the dim lighting from the rather full moon outside. “I’m curious.”

A brow of yours shoots up, “About?”

Nanami’s eyes are calculated on your slightly distanced frame, wonder swirling within his pupils. You were just as much a stranger to him as he was to you and yet, here you stood in his home hours past midnight… wearing a shirt he lent you to sleep in, no less.

You had to lack shame. There was no other explanation for it. Why else would a woman do the things you were doing like this? It’s like you wanted to make his hobby easy for him…

With the left corner of his lips twitching as he fights off a knowing smirk, Nanami’s voice smoothes into the air all honeyed and low, “Do you follow strange men into their homes like this often?” He asks.

You merely snort, “You’re not strange.”

As if that answered his question…

“You don’t know that,” He warns carefully, foot shifting on the floor to angle his body so that he’s facing you. You still stood a few feet away from him, a distance in which he was fine with.

…For now.

“You’re right, I don’t,” You soon agree, to which his brows shoot up in surprise. “But, no, I don’t do this often.” Your answer makes him sigh in relief. It was good to hear that you weren’t always this careless.

Nanami’s hands slip into the pockets of his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing much more than you—a simple white tee and some grey sweats, his usual nightwear—and yet he still caught the way you were drinking him up, as if the lack of bright lighting was supposed to conceal the way your eyes roamed and then lingered in all the right places and more.

His reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose and you two make direct visual contact as his chin dips down a bit and the frames slip just enough to reveal those chestnut-shaded eyes of his. “May I ask what made me so different then?” His voice was rich and sweet enough to make you dizzy if you listened to it long enough.

“Hmm..” You hum in faux thought, despite having the answer clear in your head. “I dunno, maybe because you’re hot.” You explain honestly.

Nanami smiles to himself at the sound of that. He truly did admire your lack of shame as time went on, “You willingly allowed yourself to stay the night at a stranger’s just because you find them attractive?”

You’re chuckling and he’s taking the slightest step closer. “Well, yes.” You reply.

To which the man lets out a scolding little scoff, “That’s quite careless, y’know.” He warns once more, growing nearer.

You don’t fight the distance. If anything, you quite welcome it. Especially with the way you gradually shift closer. It was as though both of you had some sort of silent understanding that there was way too much space between you for all the tension that was building.

Even though the tension in question was building toward two different things.

You wanted to get a piece of the man and he… well, he wanted the same thing but in a different way.

“Nanami,” You purr, hearing the wood faintly creak beneath his slow steps. 

His smile has yet to fade and his energy is just so enticing at the moment that you feel lulled into him. It was like he’d put you under a vocal spell with that soothing tone of his, “I’ve told you, you can call me Kento.”

You release a sigh, “Listen, I’d rather be in here with a ‘stranger’—who I’ve gotten to know fairly well thus far—than out there sleeping in my car alone.”

Nanami’s walking comes to a stop once you’re in arm's reach and his voice is a little scary as he whispers, “You’re alone with a stranger though.”

Feigning not to see the danger you may now be in, “What’s your point?” You ask softly.

His gaze drags across your face and he fully intends to coax more of that frightened expression out of you as he murmurs, “We’re far enough away from town where no one could hear you scream, does that not concern you?”

You merely bat your lashes all innocently up at the man and the gesture is making his heart clench within his chest tightly. Then, you have the audacity to lean forward and lift a single finger up to his chest to poke him. Smiling, “No one could hear me scream out here?” You repeat.

Just to confirm, of course.

Nanami fights the furrow in his brows and instead looks down at the finger you hand pressing into his chest before breathing out a heavy, “No.”

A beat or two pass between you both and he hardly gets the chance to blink before you’re slithering yourself up close—too close—and looking directly at his expression to watch for his reaction as you ask, “Doesn’t that mean if we were to fuck, I could be as loud as I want?”

You practically watch his breath get tangled in the center of his throat and get a lucky feel of his heart skipping a beat beneath your finger. Of all things you could have said to him, of all ways you would have interpreted his truly harmless threats, that was nowhere near what he expected you to say.

Hence why his voice wavers a little as he chokes, “Pardon?”

Nanami’s eyes flick up to yours and he gulps thickly at the way you’re peering at him now.

“I said, if we fucked—like in here or even outside—I could be as loud as I want,” You repeat shamelessly with a few purposefully innocent bats of your lashes. “Right?”

The next delicious little thing you earn from him is a short scoff, as if he’s not just surprised but utterly bewildered by you. Here he was considering making you his next victim to chop up and the whole time you wanted to… get into his pants??

A sudden smirk dawns across his sharp features and he leans down to your ear, “Is that what you followed me out here for?” He questions low enough to have your body hot with anticipation. Then, before you could quite answer and as if you needed the clarification, his lips brush against your skin, “My cock?”

And there it was, that dizzying feeling again. It was one thing to hear his baritone travel across the hallway and caress your ears but to have his breath and thickly aroused voice against the crown of your ear was something else entirely.

Your lashes are fluttering for real now and you’re finally pulling away to create a little bit of distance, bashfully looking down to the ground, “Well, when you put it like that, you make me sound like some kinda pervert.”

Nanami watches how shy you become and he feels as though he’s hardly holding back now, “I have reason to believe you are.” Lord knows killing you was now the last thing on his mind.

You’d just saved yourself by turning him on and you hadn’t the slightest clue. Hell, if anything, you had the nerve to grow shy about it.

Cute.

It takes you a moment to collect yourself and the moment your eyes meet his again, you can feel the lust hanging between the two of you. “Is that a bad thing?” You murmur.

“No…” Nanami replies rather quickly, contrasting the firmness of his tone. Then he cocks his head to the side and finally allows his brows to meet slightly, “But, what am I meant to do with you now? Hm?”

“Whatever you want,” Comes spilling past your lips almost too eagerly, even for yourself.

He feels the painfully prominent twitch of his cock as your words ring out into the air and his mind was straying further and further from that gentlemanly approach he was so desperately trying to keep with you. “Careful, sweetheart.” Nanami advises, “You still don’t really know me.”

You appear to be amused by that, given the way you smile, “We can get to know each other in a few different ways.”

His voice is hardly restrained at this point, etching deeper into something husky, “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” You hum ever so innocently.

His eyes narrow down on you, “And how do you suggest we do that this late into the night?”

……

You had one suggestion.

But, it was less of a suggestion and more of a request.

Chase me through the woods, you’d said. Now your feet were burning against the uneven dirt below your rushed footsteps.

Sure, he agreed. And now you felt as though you’d run into him at any given moment now. 

Before you even exited the house, Nanami mentioned that if you make it to your car before he finds you, it’d be best that you went ahead and left. When you asked him why, he told you, “You won’t be able to handle what finds you.”

Does that later turn out to be true? Maybe. But did you care in the moment? Of course not, you just got a hot stranger to agree to chase you through the woods! One of your darkest fantasies was coming to life and you couldn’t be happier.

But, you had to pretend like it wasn’t exactly what you’d been wanting since the moment he saw you bent into the hood of your car. This totally wasn’t the reason you’d been so bold with him and you definitely don’t want him to find you now.

A few more pieces of information had been shared between the two of you before you went running. Apparently, Nanami went out and fixed your car while you were holed up in the guest bedroom—even though he told you earlier that he couldn’t work in the dark. 

The two of you also agreed that if he finds you before you find your car, he’s going to fuck you. The last thing he wanted to do was anything without your consent.

Even a murderer like him had morals! For you, at least.

The only thing Nanami didn’t tell you was that the car he fixed? Yeah, it’s actually not in the spot you left it in.

You don’t realize that until you get there.

————

You’re a bit out of breath after running for the past few minutes or so but, you’re actually glad to see that your car is nowhere to be found.

Concerned? Sure. But at least this meant you didn’t have to leave just yet.

The only thing about this little arrangement that brought you true concern was how you knew he was somewhere in the woods hunting for you right now. The thought alone sends a chill down your spine, especially as you glance back in the direction you came and notice just how dark the forest is where the moon can’t quite reach.

You swallow thickly and turn away to think. You didn’t really need to hide if you wanted him to fuck you, right?

Nah, if you don’t hide, that’d take away all the fun!

Y’know, the same “fun” that quickly dies when you hear a twig snapping in the distance. Your heart decides to sink straight down into your ass and you nearly let out a sound of surprise. Luckily enough for you, your hand was over your mouth almost instinctively. Then your feet were moving on their own to try and duck behind the nearest and biggest tree you could find.

There’s no way he caught up to you that fast, right?

The surrounding forest is eerily quiet and you feel as though you should be able to hear him coming if that snapping branch was really him…

If anything, if it wasn’t him you think that’d scare you a whole lot more. After all, there is a murderer on the loose.

You didn’t quite consider that before now. What if the killer finds you before Nanami does? What if you died out here because you were too busy trying to get screwed against some tree by a complete stranger? 

Imagine that on your headstone: stupid girl gets brutally dismembered in woods after being found by the known axe-maniac while waiting for some stranger to come fuck her.

Now your eyes were squeezing shut and your back was hugging the stiff tree behind you.

All your senses were quickly growing more alert as the seconds chipped away and suddenly, this wasn’t just a cute lil’ thing you decided to do anymore. You were surrounded by the unknown, covered in the darkness of shadows that cast over you where the moonlight couldn’t lay its delicate glow upon, and slowly growing more and more scared.

Anyone or anything could find you out here before Nanami did. The slightest shift of leaves on the ground just a few inches away from you, where wind gusts over, made your skin jump and you found yourself flinching at every little thing.

The gulp you take is thick with nerves, eyes flashing from one place to another as you try to catch the every adjustment of any and all nearby shades of night. The wood behind you pricks at your skin through the fabric of Nanami’s shirt that you’re still clad in, your back only pressing up against it more as if to merge into the tree itself, and the cool night air caresses the exposed skin of your legs below your shorts.

There was a knot in your stomach now and you were getting angsty for Nanami to hurry up and find you. At least in his arms you’d feel a lot safer than you do right now, all alone in the forest like an idiot. The minutes stretched on and it’s not long before you start debating resuming the search for your vehicle.

Perhaps getting into it and driving away wasn’t such a bad idea after all…

Especially considering the way Nanami sucks at locating you. You left his cabin over twenty minutes ago and have been hiding behind the same tree for the past six or seven, surely he should have found you by now, since he knows these woods so well.

Yet there you stood, growing colder under the night’s chilled air and worrying for your safety for the first time since you’d been stranded. Hell, you almost started to regret this whole—

The sound of a sharp thwack into the very thick wood you were hiding behind captures your attention. Followed by the words, “Found you,” being heaved out into the quiet air, warm breath smacking against your ear and making you flinch so hard it was like you left your own flesh for a moment. 

If you weren’t scared shitless before, you damn sure were now.

You instinctively lurch your body forward in a pathetic attempt to escape, but then there’s a grasp on your hair and your whole frame is jerked back. “Don’t fucking run from me, we have a deal, remember?”

You stumble back against Nanami’s beefy chest as he snatches you back toward him and your breath catches in your throat, cunt throbbing already in… fear? arousal? Something in between—like scarousal—perhaps. Gasping, “Nanami I-“

He’s cutting you off by moving a hand to your jaw and forcing you to angle it back so you can meet his now brooding brown eyes. The gentleman you swore you once knew seems to be gone with the way he was looking at you now as if he wanted to eat you alive.

One of his fingers slips up against your expression just to push past your pretty, slightly drooling lips and spread them against the pad of his thumb. “If you don’t want this anymore, say that, and I’ll stop,” He utters hotly.

Your lashes flutter and you let him press that thumb of his all the way into your mouth, sucking on it like some slut before you actually fix your lips to answer him, “I still want it.”

The fear you had previously has been completely replaced by your own whorish arousal and you reveled in the way he treats you. Nanami grunts, “Then don’t run from it.”

“I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“Shut up,” The man all but groans before tipping your head all the way back so he can press his lips down into yours.

He kisses you hungrily as if he’d been waiting to do so from the moment he’d set eyes on you. Fuck, this was bad. He’s supposed to have gotten rid of you by now and yet here he is, tugging at your clothes to get a feel of you, tonguing your down, and swallowing up your every whine.

The fact that you asked him to do this whole thing was what really drove him insane. He can’t help but be rough with the way he handles you, shoving you forward a bit so that he could be the one between your body and the tree you so poorly hid behind.

His hand had left your face and your head angled a bit more so the kiss could continue while his grip greedily cupped your tits into his big hands. You were melting against his every touch, moaning into his mouth, and then bucking your ass back against his crotch.

The moment his cock is felt through the thick fabric of his jeans, you gasp, “Nanami-“

“Kento,” He corrects swiftly, two fingers shifting against your breasts just to give your nipples a mean pinch. “Say my name while I fuck you, got it?” He commands heavily.

Then his hands were leaving your tits, just for a moment, so that he could bring them up to the collar of your shirt and begin to tug. Your lips slip off of his with a wet pop! followed by a cute gasp from your throat as you turn to watch the way he riiips that shirt of his straight down the middle.

The torn fabric shreds to the floor and then you feel Nanami’s gaping mouth at the side of your neck, palms desperate as they fly to your breasts again to fondle the gorgeous mounds in his hands. He’s squeezing and then gliding the fat of his thumbs over your perky nipples again, giving them a playful little twist, and then smiling into your skin at the way you whine.

“Sensitive, huh?” Nanami sears against you, letting the hungry drool from his lips slick up the area where his mouth had just been. 

He takes the following pathetic sound from your lips as a reply and then moves his fingers to flick at your delicate buds as a finality before letting one hand fall down in between the two of you.

If he didn’t get some sort of relief right now, he was going to lose his mind.

Nanami is rather skillful with the one hand he leaves at your tits, switching between each to give them the same amount of attention and carefully pulling strings of wonton moans past your drunkenly parted lips. He had hardly done anything yet and he already knew you’d been waiting on this.

The sound of his belt buckle clacking against itself as he messily unbuckles the hindering item and then flings it off to the side seems to echo throughout the not-so-scary forestry. You hear but a few more shuffles and feel his hand brushing over the curve of your ass just a couple more times before something viscous and sweltering is thumping against your ass with a faint curve upwards.

You’re feeling overly dizzy now. Particularly as he moves his hands to your hips and swirls the two of you around so he can press your face against the three you two have been standing behind. You wanted to hate that harsh scratch of wood against your cheek, but you couldn’t even think with Nanami’s weeping cock busy pouring out drooly strings of precum against the bare skin of your lower back.

If anything, your lashes were too busy fluttering as you let your head tilt and your eyes tried to catch a subtle glance at the weight resting below your slowly arching spine.

If there wasn’t a wet mess pooling in between your thighs before then there damn sure was now, almost uncontrollably so. 

Nanami goes along to tug away the sorry fabric of your shorts, watching the way they slip down your legs and pool oh-so-gracefully at your ankles. His cock lay needily against your panties now as he leaned forward for your ear, whispering, “Can you feel that?”

Your cunt flutters ridiculously around nothing and your voice has been reduced to a pitiable mumble, “Yes, Kento..”

A pretty response like that earns you the grazing of his teeth against the crown of your ear as his voice drops impossibly lower, “How’s it feel, huh? Tell me.” Nanami directs, leaving you no room to argue.

And as if to coax your answer out of your suddenly moan-clogged throat, his hips real back and he angles his cock down before thrusting the thick of it in between your sweat-slicked thighs, allowing you to feel the heaty veins decorating his shaft.

You moan as if he’d just pushed into you, “Big, Ken’.. so fuckin’ big..” To which he groans right into your ear so that you would really digest what it is your aroused tone did to him.

Those hands he had at your hips are now keeping your body steady so he can properly pry his hips back and let his cock schliiick up against the wet soiling of your panties, stuffing between your thighs perfectly and rubbing along your slobbering folds deliciously.

Then—ever to talker—as if to earn a lovely throb of your pussy against him, he’s heaving all over again. “Do you like it?” Nanami taunts, biting back a smile, “Having a big cock rubbing in between your thighs like this? Hm?”

Your cunt is wetly begging for more at this point; body thrumming, sleek with sweat mixed through an overwhelming heat, and desperate need to fuck. Any longer with him rutting in between your thighs like this and you felt as though you’d pass out from lack of dick being inside you.

Eventually grumbling an answer out to him, “Y-Yes but-, ah..!” You’re cut off by the obviously purposeful way his glazed mushroom tip pokes up against the pad of your panties, doubly smearing pre into the already soaked material and simultaneously teasing your folds to part.

“But what?” Namai questions far too innocently for the way he’s torturing your poor, needy pussy right now.

Huffing from kiss-bitten lips, “I want you inside me, Kento,” You plead too prettily for him to deny.

“Mmh,” A hand of his comes up to force your head back again, letting your eyes meet his shaded brown ones, “Where’s those manners, huh?”

“P-Please,” You whisper, “I just want-“

“Louder,” Nanami cuts off crisply enough for you to release a bashless whine.

“Kento, please fuck me,” You breathed out finally, “I need it, need you inside me. Pleeease.”

Considering that perfect enough for both his ego and the aching inches of his cock, a commanding, “Spread your legs,” plummets past his lips.

Your feet have never parted faster, thighs parting and removing the warm pressure that’d been hugging his dick all too addictively. Then you bend over further, if possible, and rest a little more comfortably against the tree ahead.

“Mhm, exactly like that. Now arch,” He directs, hand pressing into your spine whilst your face smushes into the rough bark of the tree. 

You were too horny to mind the pain, though. Nanami’s hand suddenly comes down on your ass as he slaps it, the impact ringing out into the surrounding quiet. 

Finally, you begin to feel his fingers hook around the only material hanging in between you and him before he stretches it out a bit and then lets go, letting your panties smack! against your puffy pussy lips and ripping a whimper out of your throat.

At the sound, Nanami swears he almost cums.

Which is exactly why he knew he couldn’t tease you much longer. So he hooks his fingers again and then lazily tears the fabric apart so that it could flutter off your throbbing body and leave you bare to his craving gaze.

“Fuck, look at you,” Nanami gasps as he takes his heavy length into his hand and angles the plump, welled tip in between your slick dribbling folds, “Such a mess for it already…”

You clasp your bottom lip in between your teeth and hate how he lets himself glide up instead of in, slipping past your cunt, catching against your clit for a second too fast for your cockdrunken brain to process, and then further up as if to… measure something?

Nanami tugs you back by your hips a little and once your ass is nice and flush with his sharp pelvis, he hooks his arm around you and then begins to feel around for where the length of his cock comes to a stop against you.

Chuckling, “Am I even going to fit in here?” He asks tauntingly. Following that rhetorical question up with an annoying groan of, “Ah, shit. That’s gonna be really deep, sweetheart. Can you take that?”

“I can,” You blurt out ever so sweetly.

Nanami scoffs, “You’re just greedy for some cock to fill you up, aren’t you?” He asks as if he didn’t already know the answer.

Which is why he’s anything but surprised at the way you murmur a delightful, “Y-Yes,” as if you weren’t too sure of your own words.

“And she agrees,” He mocks tenderly and then lets his dick travel back down to slap against your folds with one wet plap echoing into the forest air. “I bet you didn’t even try to hide properly, did you?”

“I did-,” You tried to answer him properly, you really did. But as that swollen cockhead of his begins to protrude past your syrupy entrance, your breath is tangled up in your throat. “Ohmygod…” You’re heaving into the tree.

“So wet-,” Nanami hisses in tandem with you, “Fuck, you wrap around me so gorgeously,” He whispers whilst leaning back a bit and letting his palms paw at your ass cheeks just to spread them apart and get a better look.

Your eyes quickly begin to kiss the back of your skull, nails clawing at the bark of the tree ahead of you because of how thick Nanami’s cock is. You think your legs are shaking a bit, but you can’t tell if that’s because of how indigent you were for this or because of how wide he’s stretching you.

It takes you a loong group of seconds to adjust to the sheer girth of his cock, in which Nanami attempts to go slow and cater to the clear twitch and overall stutter in your expression. His gaze switched back and forth between the way your pussy was swallowing up his slightly curving inches and the flashes of surprise to gorgeous pleasure across your face.

The slow, shallow grinding into your rather accepting cunt only lasts for so long until he physically can’t take it anymore.

That quickly ends with one blunt thrust, his unfairly fat tip smooching the hilt of your soaked pussy and hauling a heightened moan from deep within you. Then he’s keeping you perfectly still so that he can begin to bury himself in and out of your gooey cunt, slick dripping off from where you two met and tap, tap, tapping! against the poor crumbled leaves below.

“Mmgh… god, you’re a slut.” Nanami slurs half-drunkenly to you. He was losing his mind faster than he could comprehend, getting so utterly lost in the way you lulled his erection deeper inside your already-stuffed pussy each time he pried himself back. “Letting me fuck you in the middle of the woods like this,” He moans, fingertips now bruising the skin of your hips, “Just eager to be used, huhh?”

“Uhuh,” You drool, no longer caring about the rather debauched state of your ruined frame. “I... ah! Mmgh, I w-wanted this s’bad, Kento..”

He breaks out an all too pleased smile, hips stuttering against your ass now, “This was why you couldn’t sleep, wasn’t it?” He assumes, “You needed a stranger like me to-, hahh.. chase you through the woods ‘n stuff this poor, desperate lil’ hole of yours, yeahhh?”

You’re a delirious mess of all sorts now, nodding cockdrunkenly as he plows into you with loud, wet thrusts. “Y-Yeah, needed this… mmphf-, fuck!” You moan.

“Awh, you’re so sweet.” Nanami coos all of a sudden. 

Though the gentleness of his baritone voice gives you whiplash, considering how he shifts behind you and wraps a bulky arm around your neck unexpectedly. As he captures you in a headlock and pounds his pleasureful cock into you harder, leaving your legs quaking a little, Nanami decides to talk into your ear again with a whisper of,  “How’s it feel to be my sweet final girl?” that leaves you dazed.

“Final-, hnngh…” You’re somewhere through another orgasm now, having not even realized the mess you’ve begun to leave against his sloppy dick. Breathing past the pressure of muscle at the center of your throat, “F-Final girl?”

“Yes,” He murmurs softly as if it were no big deal. Your body was just jerking and bouncing with the way he roughly fucked you senselessly, carrying on this little conversation with such ease that it literally had your eyes crossing and your mind reduced to a mushy mess, “You know, the only person to survive a killer in those slasher movies,” Nanami explains.

“K-Kento!” You gasp out in response to that. This meant he really was that axe murderer all this time! Not that you had the time to digest that when he was too busy rearranging your very euphoric walls, “Hahh… those-, mmgh! Those articles, they-, ah.. they were all you?” You eventually manage.

Nanami tilts his head to the side and you miss the way he flashes a full, proud smile, “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure that one out yourself.”

Sputtering, “Then why… mmpf-, f-fuck, why’re you letting me live?”

“Priorities, sweetheart,” The blond insists, thick strands of hair sticking to the crown of his forehead now. “I’m hoping if I fuck you hard enough you won’t tell anyone,” He admits, as if he couldn’t have gotten away with this whole thing without ever admitting anything to you.

And yet, your pussy was down there gushing all over him as soon as he revealed his “secret” to you. So, he felt as though you didn’t care too much about who he cut up in his free time, especially not now when you’re too busy taking his cock.

“But-, fuck…” Your body convulses a little and his head was churning against your sweet spot, leaving stringy cobwebs of cum against it as he held back the incoming load he was about to fill you with, “Kento, a-all those people-”

“Shhh, shh, I promise you they all got what was already coming to them,” He explains as if to soothe your moral worrying in the moment. Then he has the nerve to grunt and sharply halt the movement of his hips, using the arm around your throat to bend your body a little more as his cock spurts thick ropes of his seed into you as he pants, “You trust me, don’t you?”

Nodding, “U-Uhuh.” as he lazily pumps his cum deeper inside you, almost like he wanted to make sure it took.

Nanami snickers your agreement, “Aw, poor girl, she’s too stuffed to think straight anymore,” He points out smoothly, sliding his other hand down to rub over your clit and feel the way your body thrashes against his in overstimulation, “So what do you say, huh? You won’t tell anyone about me, right?” He asks anyway.

Your voice is a shaky stutter and you felt as though you couldn’t breathe, choking up on your own orgasm, “I-I’d never-, nngh.. snitch on you, Kento.” You claim stupidly.

To which Nanami rolls his eyes, “Wow, it really only takes some cock to have you trusting a complete stranger? Pathetic…”

A couple more energy-spent thrusts later and his length flops out of you, leaving your pussy leaking with his cum and the two of you panting heavily.

It takes a few moments for the both of you to gather yourselves, but neither of you really moves. You stay wrapped up in the rather endearing headlock he’s put you in, and he doesn’t seem like he plans to let you go at first.

Then, it’s slow but, he carefully unravels you out of his grasp, and you two lean forward against the poor tree that had to stand there and watch you two go at it like feral animals.

Nanami’s bare chest is rising and falling with slow, measured breaths against you, and you find it oddly peaceful now. Well, ignoring the filth of cum sliding down your thighs currently…

You eventually break the gathering of your breath with a playful murmur, “Sooooo,” The moment your breathy tone hit his ears, he knew exactly what you were about to ask. “You don’t uh, kill the people you fuck, riiiight?”

Nanami pauses, long and hard.

“Unfortunately for you, sweetheart,” He begins, just to give you one last scare, “I do.”

Gulp.

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You did not care for your new stepdad. Not one bit. Your mom brought him home at what felt like the worst possible time. You had just failed and exam, hit a curb, and then to top it off, a random man was sitting at your dining room table without a care in the world. She introduced him as Sukuna, and quickly added that he would be staying around for a long while. 

That was a few months ago, and you still treated him like a stranger—he was! Everything you knew about him was negative, and you had no plans to dig for the good. You hated him. Nothing would change that.

You hated how he ate like a starving dog, clearing his plate in mere minutes. Your mother served him first, always. She filled his plate to a disgusting degree and he always finished in record time.

You hated how he never cleaned up after himself, how he left dirty clothes strung along the hallway and let his filthy dishes fill the sink. His shoes were kicked at random in the foyer when he came home from work, a job you were nearly certain was seedy and secretive. 

You hated the smug looks he shot at you over your mother's shoulder, like he was wedging himself between the two of you. Like he had accomplished something just by pissing you off.

You hated how loudly they fucked at night. Yeah, you hated that the most.

You had been trying to study for hours. Your grades had taken a sharp dip ever since Sukuna had moved in. Correlation, causation, whatever! You wanted him out.

You wanted to go over your chem notes in the softness of your bed, but your room was no longer a safe spaces. The walls upstairs were thin and any time past eight o'clock was fair game for your mother and her tawdry little boyfriend. Having your room next to hers used to be a comforting fact, now it was just a nuisance. You could only take hearing the awkward tones of sex for so many hours before you went crazy. So, you often found yourself perched in the living room. It was good enough, quiet at least.

You got halfway through your study session before harsh padding down the stairs stopped you. Great. You looked up and saw him wearing nothing but boxers and a healthy sheen of sweat.

Fuck, he looked good. He was awful, but he looked damn good. Ripped was hardly the word for it, but looking at him for too long shrunk your vocabulary, so it would have to do. Sculpted might've been better. He looked cut from marble with a stoney glare to match. You couldn't decide if your mom was lucky or not, considering his shit personality.

If you were one to separate the art from the artist, you could have maybe seen yourself making a pass at him, but you despised his guts too much to even entertain the thought.

"What do you want?" you asked far too harshly, trying to forget the flash of desire that came over you.

He sneered at you, ripping his head back to size you up a little. "Can't a man walk around his own house?"

"This isn't your house, Sukuna."

A huff sounded from him, amused, if anything. "You should show me a little respect and call me dad. If not that, at least call me Ryomen." He leaned against the doorframe at the end of the stairs, still a safe distance away as if he were observing you.

You shook your head and turned your head away from him, snuggling deeper into your spot on the couch. "Sukuna works fine."

When you tried to get back to studying, sheer hope urging you to at least attempt to pass your class, you felt the couch dip beside you.

It was silent between you two, disregarding the sound of him flipping through sport channels on the television.

You could ignore the sound, but what you could not ignore was the smell. He was pungent with sweat, musk, and sex lingering on him. It burned your nose and your core in a way you had never felt before, a primal way. You pushed it away the best you could and shot him a glare.

"What do you want?" you asked again, the same brashness in your voice.

Sukuna seemed all too pleased with himself, giving you an overly coy shrug. "Just watching TV. What's your problem?"

You took a shaky breath and physically moved off of the couch to distance yourself from him, taking a rather uncomfortable seat on the floor.

"My problem," you said, swallowing thickly, "is that you reek. You should probably shower after you fuck my mom."

Okay, maybe that was a little vulgar, but your rough tone had the exact opposite effect on him that you wanted it to have.

Resting his elbow on his knees and cocking his head, he gave you a teasing look. "You listenin' when we do it, or what?"

"No!" you said far too quickly. "I just hear it from my room sometimes because you're so loud. It's rude, actually. Maybe you should—should keep in mind that other people live here," you continued, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

Sukuna feigned a thoughtful look and nodded at you slowly. You were foolish to think he was being serious, because he immediately gave you a smirk and opened his stupid mouth.

"So, what, you rub your cunt listening? Or do you just sit there and press your ear to the wall?"

"I don't do any of that! You fucking creep, why would you say that?"

Your face crumpled into a disgusted grimace, but it rang a little too close for comfort. It wasn't often, and it wasn't on purpose, but sometimes you caught a sound or two in your bedroom and well… maybe you took a little longer collecting your textbooks before leaving for the living room. Morbid curiosity was all, you swore it.

"Look at you, you definitely do. Who's the creep, huh? Me or the kissless virgin who listens to me fucking her mom?"

"I'm not a virgin," you spat—a lie, naturally. You were offended regardless and your emotions were running hot. You found yourself moving closer to him with angry eyes. "And I'm not kissless."

Suddenly, you felt a strong hand grip your hair into a ponytail. "Oh, you aren't? Let's see."

You had never had something so big in your mouth before. The stretch was unbearable and your jaw was on fire. Stuff like this seemed more pleasurable in the dirty videos you would watch at night. It seemed more like work than fun in real life, especially with how Sukuna forced your head down. 

Not once had he shown you mercy through this, not in his actions nor in his words. Both were thoughtless and harsh.

He clenched his jaw, teeth clicking together in distaste. "You can't suck dick like your mom can," he said, nose scrunching. He forced your head down a hair further, teasing at the back of your tender throat. "Ugh, you really are a virgin, aren't you? No fun." 

Your throat lurched over his cock, milking it with uneasy vibrations. Before he could really enjoy the feeling over your gagging, you pulled up and had a coughing fit. Thick globs of spit made their way from your mouth to his lap in a slew of coughs and gags. He didn't seem to mind all that much, as he just lazily started stroking himself. 

After you calmed down and tried to get your mouth back on his cock, he snorted. 

"Don't think you're good for that, princess," he mumbled, brushing over the name. "Need some help?"

You wanted none of his help, but at this point, you were starting to feel embarrassed at your lack of skill. You just nodded and let your hands fall helplessly to your lap, looking at him with wet eyes and a slobbery mouth. 

He grabbed the back of your head again, guiding you just between his legs. "Some girls aren't good with cock, baby, s'alright. Gotta try other things." He pressed you forward, making your lips kiss against his balls. 

You looked up at him through your lashes, unsure of what to do. You gave a kitten lick over the seam, and he seemed to like it, so you did it again. He let you continue, staring down at you with a lazy grin while you kissed and licked over his sac. Wasn't exactly what he was going for, but it was cute. 

"That's nice, but if you want guys to like you then you gotta suck on them. Little licks won't cut it." He kept a slow stroke going for his dick, hand angled to leave room for you. "Put 'em in your mouth, yeah?"

You were hesitant at first. You hadn't heard of anything like this before. All you really knew were the basics of it all—put the dick in your mouth and slurp—but this was a little different. You popped his sac into your mouth and let yourself drool over it. It was an odd feeling and you had to be careful of your teeth, but they had a nice mouth-feel and the sounds he was making were worth it. 

"Fuck, that's good. Run your tongue over—yeah, like that." He leaned his head back over the couch, basking in it all. You weren't much of a cocksucker, but you could play with his balls like a damn soccer star. He felt them start to tighten up, but he had something else for you to try. "Off."

You looked at him with confusion, sac still in your mouth. You took them a little deeper and gave a soft suck before spitting them out like a dog. "What?"

He shook his head and spread his legs further, lifting them up just the slightest bit. "Just need to show you somethin' else too." 

Your eyes dipped lower to his ass. You looked back up to confirm that it was what he was talking about, and you gasped when his half-lidded eyes gave you the answer. 

"You can't mean that," you said, feeling out of your depths. "Sukuna...?"

You try to ignore how hot and, dare you say, needy he looks, but you can't. You give in eventually and spread his ass, looking over his tight hole with curious eyes. 

Despite your initial worries, you were pretty decent at playing around with his ass, much to Sukuna's pleasure. Your mouth was tender and gentle, but not too shy, and he found that with the right words he could make you really work for it. 

"C'mon," his voice drawled out, hole pulsing with need, "don't stop now when you've been doing so good. Give it another kiss, huh?"

His bottom lip caught between his teeth when you obliged. Your soft lips pressed a small peck to his sensitive ass, and then another. It was cute from his angle, getting to look down at you while you made out with his asshole. 

You mouth was good and well, he wouldn't complain, but he ached to have your tongue in him. Even a little lick would probably be enough to finish him off. He was being rather nice to you, all things considered, but an icky idea crept into his icky head and he couldn't help himself. 

He urged you for another kiss, and when you went down, he wrapped a thick, muscled leg over your shoulder. It kept your body stationed firmly between his legs, then his hand came to hold your head still. Running through your hair, his hand gripped the back of your head and rubbed your face over his ass. 

"Stick your tongue out," he chided, looking at you expectantly. 

You tried to yell or push off, but he was far too strong. You dug your nails into his thighs but he just ignored you and pushed your face further, urging you. 

He cocked an eyebrow. "Go on. All you've done  tonight and you're scared to eat ass? Use your tongue and make me feel good."

You gave up and stuck your tongue out, just enough to give him friction. You weren't as repulsed as you thought you would be, especially considering how much he liked it. 

"Good, good." He brought your face up and down, rutting against your motionless tongue. "Good girl. Off," he said, pulling your head back. "Now spit."

You let out a wad of saliva that made his hole glisten and he hummed in satisfaction. And again, back to using your face for pleasure. This time, you let your tongue stiffen a bit and poke at the rim.

Sukuna groaned at the slight intrusion and leaned his head back. "Mm, getting brave down there."

He let his hand slip out of your hair, trusting that you would continue without his assistance, and you did, like the validation-whore you were. 

You spread his cheeks apart and used the tip of your tongue to traced around his hole. It was tight and fluttered at each movement you made. If it weren't a literal asshole, you would find it pretty cute. You slicked him up, spitting a couple more times, and pressed your tongue against his entrance. 

He hissed, but kept quiet. No words left to say.

The was a fight in it as his ass fought against the intrusion, trying to push your tongue out. You kept trying, though, edging against the ring of muscle. You made it past his entrance and slowly—easily—fucked into him. You set a small rhythm, getting yourself use to the feel of it, and slowly started getting off yourself. Truly, it was all very hot, and if you knew it would feel like this, you would've stuck your tongue in his ass ages ago. 

"God, you're nasty with that fuckin' tongue," he said through a deep growl. "Not even y'mom goes this deep. Feels fuckin' great."

Satoru insists, “You still need to show us the rest, I wanna see you in that lil’ slip on dress.” He glides his fingers out to grab his cock lining himself up with your soft lips. Slowly dragging his head along your slit getting himself wet. Before rutting his hips, stuffing his cock in, eliciting an erotic moan from you.

Toji gets off the bed and heads to the nearby bathroom to wash his hands. Then he gets a fat dildo out of the sex toy drawer. Squirting lube onto it’s head, smearing it down it’s length and setting the vibration low.

He nudges the toy at your cock stuffed cunt causing Satoru to pause. “Let’s see how far we can push our pretty whore before she breaks.” Your pussy clench in eager anticipation.

Suguru strokes his wet cock close to your face. The way it droops when he glides his hand down to the base makes your mouth water. You love how massive his beautiful veiny cock is.

He yanks your head back forcing you to look up when he asks, “Does our stupid slut wanna be quadruple stuffed?”

Begging all three of them, “I wanna be stuffed full and cummed in! Break me! Fuck me into a mindless slut!” Toji slowly glides it in as Suguru lets your hair go.

Your jaw drops with a loud moan from the delicious stretch as he buries it deep inside you. The vibrations make your toes curl and legs quiver in intense pleasure.

The moan that comes from Satoru lying beneath you is beautifully pornographic. He plants his feet down on the bed, steadily fucks his long, veiny cock into you. As your pussy quivers, soaking him and the dildo, creating a milky ring of cream at his base.

Suguru wipes his pre-cum on your lips causing you to lick it up and stick your tongue out for more. Glancing up at him pleadingly for a mouthful of his cock. Groaning when he slides his head across your tongue, wrapping your lips around him, and hollowing your cheeks.

He holds your head down, gagging and choking you. Before roughly rutting his hips, forcing his cock deep into your willing throat with each thrust. Causing your eyes to sting with hot tears that quickly trickle down your face.

Toji remarks, “Just knowing you were shopping with this plug keeping my cum in your ass kept making my cock hard when you were gone.” Stroking his fat cock, sliding his fingers over his head smearing the pre cum down his veiny length.

Jerking off as he watches your body bounce between Suguru and Satoru.’s cock. Watching you become a dumb cock hungry slut is hotter than any porn Toji could find.

Suguru taunts you, “She’s crying already how fucking pathetic, sobbing over a little bit of face fucking.” Toji roughly smacks each cheek three times, leaving your ass throbbing. The sweet pain is making your double-stuffed cunt clench. Pressing the pulsing toy against Satoru’s cock as you feel his head reaching deeper than the toy could.

Satoru moans, “Fuuuuck me the way it’s vibrating just beneath my head. Imma cum too quickly, she’s getting so tight.” Toji grabs your waist, his hands just above Satoru’s bruising your hips.

You’re gushing, squirting on Satoru’s cock and vibrating dildo. Thick clear cum trickling down your legs soaking Satoru’s balls. Your whole body is trembling, eyes rolling back and tears trickle down your cheeks from the mind-numbing intensity.

Toji lines his cock up with your asshole and without mercy slams his hips against yours. Your back arches and your legs give, the only thing holding you up is Satoru and Toji’s grasp.

Suguru glides his cock out of your mouth, letting you catch your breath. “You have such a slutty cunt cumming so hard all of us using you as a cum dump. Tell us what a dirty little whore you are.” You can’t focus on what Suguru’s saying.

You whimper, “Too full nnn don’t stop!” Toji and Satoru’s cock with the fat dildo inside of you is stretching both holes taunt. It feels impossibly wonderful to have them stuffing you full rutting their cocks in at mismatching speeds. Creating a pleasurable high you can’t come down from.

Satoru sneers, “Are you too stupid to answer already? We just started, come on lemme hear you say what a dirty slut you are for us.” When you don’t respond Suguru slaps you across the face and stuffs your mouth full.

Suguru taunts, “Since you’re fucked too stupid to answer might as well use your pretty mouth for the only thing it’s good for.” Your cheek stings and your throat squeezing Suguru’s cock.

The pleasure of them using your body like a cock sleeve is consuming you. Leaving you unable to think of anything or do anything but soak in the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain.

Satoru whines, “Gonna cum!” Biting his lips as he cums deep inside you. Quivering beneath you as the dildo pulses against his sensitive cock. Whilst your sloppy wet, squelching cunt squeezes him as you cum.

Unable to handle anymore Satoru pulls out. Suguru slides his cock out of your mouth. He’s so thick he hangs.

Toji lifts you up by your throat, your back pressing against his broad, well-built chest. This allows Satoru to move over so Suguru to take his place.

The dildo slowly slides out of your cunt falling onto the bed. Satoru’s cum drips from your cunt as he asks, “Ya wanna be our cock sleeve and let Suguru to fuck my cum inside your greedy cunt?” All you can do is moan as Toji roughly fucks your ass.

Suguru grabs the toy and turns the vibrations higher. Grabbing one of your thighs and lifting it prompting Toji to hold the other one. They have you in a mating press between them.

“I love seeing her cry when we fuck her.” Suguru holds the dildo to his cock and nudges your sensitive cunt. “Ya like being out Firth whore getting fucked full of cum don’t you?” Stuffing his fat cock in with the dildo stretching you more than Satoru did before.

Oreo’s m.list

You're desperate for a roommate. Entering your first year of college, you decided to find an off-campus apartment.

Thus, the reason why you're so desperate, you can't pay the bills yourself!

A friend recommended posting an advertisement online. So you did just that, asking for a roommate close your age.

Choso answered your ad, and after some questions, you decided that he was perfect. He was majoring in forensic.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who convinced you to get cameras for the apartment. " It's to make sure nothing happens. I wouldn't twant you getting hurt." He assured you.

But he doesn't tell you that he set up a few small ones in your room. He didn't want a random man with you in there.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: who has a collection of videos of you changing. His favorites are when you try and fail to muffle your moans when you pleasure yourself.

He strokes his length at the same pace your fingers pound your hole. Whimpering your name with a fucked out face.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Gets brave and enters your room when you're deep a sleep. Removing the covers and taking pictures of your figure.

Your sleeping choices are an oversized t-shit and shorts. The shirt scrunched up, making you look delicious.

Fuch his getting hard just thinking about it.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who for nights on end just takes pictures of your clothed figure. Until it's not enough, he lifts your shirt and moans softly when he sees your perked up nipples.

Taking pictures of his hands squeezing your soft mount, his cock in between them. An electric pleasures shot throughout his body, at the feeling.

He takes pictures of his mouth around your cute lil nipples.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who slides your shorts just enough to see your clothed flower. He runs his finger against your slit, feeling a sticky pool form.

Who can't take it and uncovers your cunt, taking up close pictures. Some spreading your folds, some with his tip kissing your entrance.

He takes videos of how he ate you out like you were a 5 star meal.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who takes a video of his length rubbing against your fold, your honey coating his member as his hips buckle.

"Y/n-Ah- s-so good." He mumbles in a trance. His self-control slipped with every movement.

He knows it's wrong. But you feel so good to stop.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who takes his length and slowly begins to slit you open, sleepy moan and whimpers left your lips. Choso records the action, a perfect view of where you both connect.

He slowly fucks you, until he feels your walls flutter and constrict around him. He had to bite his shirt to stop himself from waking you up.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who has you coming on his cock, he want to desperately cum inside you but he pulls out before he spills his seed on your stomach.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: who cleans you and puts your clothes back. He exists your room, and he turned to his so he could masterbate to the video over again.

God, your face was so devine, drooling, and with your back arched. He wished he could fuck you silly, and have you past out around his length.

He secretly made your pleasured filled face his wallpaper.

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊!𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔: Who pretends he didn't fuck your sleeping body and carries on like normal. He continues to fuck you in your sleep, he feels a sense of pride when you complain about being soar the next morning.

You were doing homework in your room when your computer died. "Choso, can I use your computer?" You asked as you exited your room.

Choso called out in the affirmative from the living room. Entering choso's room, you quickly found his computer.

It was a large desktop with two screens. Signing into your Google docs, you continued your writing.

While typing your hand accidentally moved the mouse, opening a tab. Quickly going on to close it, not wanting to invade choso's privacy.

You froze, staring back at you was a video. One that had a setting that looked like your room, with shaking hand, you pressed play.

It was a view of someone entering your room before your sleeping figure came into view. You watched as choso began to touch your body.

The door to choso's room opened, and in walked the man himself.

Choso looked froze in his spot while you looked at him horrified. The video plays in the background.

Everything becomes a blur. Your body springs out of the chair. As choso moves closer to you, you make a room for the door.

But he catches you. His hand covers your mouth, and the other holds your waist, intrapping your arm.

Choso threw you both onto the bed, your body displayed on top of his. He kept you caged so you couldn’t run from him.

" shh, shh. It's okay, you know I wouldn't hurt you."He whispers seductively into your ear.

You try and struggle your way out of his grip, tears treating to fall. Your ass rubbed against his crotch and onto his growing bulge.

His hips thrust involuntary, in search of any pressure he could get. He whimpers in your ear, making you flush.

His hand that was wrapped around your waist slipped to your shorts. He tugged them down, gaining a startled yelp from you.

His fingers danced over your slit before plunging into your gummy walls. His pace was rough, making your back arch and muffle moans.

He can feel as your greedy hole clamps on his fingers. His palm rubs over your peal. It was over stimulating, and your eyes began to cross.

Your mind is going blank, stars behind your eyes. So much was happening at once, choso was finger fucking you while he humpped you like he was a dog in heat.

Trying to seek any pleasure he could from you.

He whispered, moaning your name, calling his good girl. The coil in your tummy snapped, and you twitched and convolced around his fingers.

Choso freed his hard on. Without warning, his tip began to kiss your entrance before he thrusted into you.

Your body twitched forwards, trying to escape the stimution, but choso's hand over your mouth was firm. Keeping you in place.

Your moans were like angelic calls to him, begging him to continue.

His shaft assaulted your G spot as he plunged roughly into your warmth. His hand snaked around your waist again, giving him a stable hold.

The new grip made it easier for him to abuse your womb. With every thrust, his length and girth made you stuffed.

His movements became uncoordinated as he reached his high. Your tummy tightened as the coil started to tighten.

Your mind was becoming mush, too cock drunk to think right. Choso rubbed your clit before giving it a pull.

The action broke you, pleasure electrocuted your brain, snapping your coil, and you came undone top of choso.

Choso removed his hand from your mouth, gripping your waist tightly as he pounded into you before stuttering and painting your warn walls white.

Unfiltered moans and whines left your over pleasuered body. Choso turned your face towards him and kissed you.

It was a hungry kiss, and he pumped more of his warm seed into you. Giving you a few more thrusts to make sure you didn't spill a single drop.

"Ah-G-good girl. So good f-for me." He says out of breath, almost slured before he pulled out.

His seed and your honey mixed into a puddle into the sheets. By now, you had passed out.

saliva pools in your mouth, the urge to vomit crawls up the back of your throat with urgency. and you have to swallow down around nothing to get rid of that sick, sick feeling.

“how—you shouldn’t be here.”

he grins predatorily, teeth on display as he gets closer. you nearly trip over nothing when you back up, hand reaching out to steady yourself. you’re afraid of turning your back on him, afraid of how he’d pounce the moment you did so.

“what’s wrong, princess? not happy to see me?” he’s wearing a frown now, but you know he doesn’t mean it, not with the way his eyes glint with ill intent.

thoughts of that first encounter with him, the only encounter with him, make you shudder.

but his words earlier—“thought you would’ve locked up better after last time”—what is he talking about?

from the corner of your eye, you make out a mug you had sitting on an end table. he’s blocking the way to the exit, and you knew if you tried to make it to the balcony, then he’d catch you before you even had a chance. plus, what would you even do once you got there?

but you could run for the kitchen, whether he grabs you or not, you could reach a weapon in time. something to defend yourself with.

when he gets close enough, you a reach for the mug, throwing it at him, not with the intent to hit him but to distract him long enough to make your move.

and with that split second, you run.

bare feet skid across the floor, catching the edge of the area rug you had laid out on the living room floor. your breath hitches, and you nearly choke on your spit when you hear his thundering footsteps behind you.

you swear you can see the wooden knife block behind your eyelids every time you blink. it’s on the left hand side of the counter, pushed towards the back. not every knife is in there, some shoved into some drawers somewhere, but you always kept the chef’s knife there. that’s what you’re aiming for.

you’re there. right there.

but then your shirt jerks you back, catching on the corner of the table. no, not the table—it’s fingers. long thick fingers twist into the fabric, yanking you back til you’re slamming into a wall of hard muscle.

“nice try, princess.”

you nearly black out when your head hits the table, vision blurring and unfocusing for a second. he’s got you bent over, one arm wrenched behind your back before you can even register what’s happening. then a heavy hand falls down on your backside, causing your whole body to jerk, hand scrambling against the flat tabletop.

he’s spanking you again, the skin rising before he’s shoving your panties down til they pool around your feet. then he’s pushing your hand higher up your back, bringing your sleep tee with it, exposing your flesh to his wandering hand.

“you know,” he begins, fingers splaying across your back, and you instinctively arch away from him, pressing yourself as close against the table as possible. “after that first night, i couldn’t stop thinking about how soft you were.”

you shudder in disgust when his hand slides lower, sliding over the curve of your ass then dipping between your legs.

there’s an intense burning in your jaw, the taste of blood filling your mouth makes you think you bit your tongue when he slammed you against the table. and you’re too out of it to notice when he let go of your arm, using his free hand to grab one of your ass cheeks and spreading it wide, both your holes on display for him.

“fuck, i missed this,” he growls, spreading both cheeks apart now, you hear it before you feel, the wet sound of him spitting. it hangs for a moment, before snapping and dripping messily over your holes. then he lifts his thumb to his mouth, gives it a quick lick, and presses it against your clit.

“s-stop—” you slur, eyes blinking rapidly as if trying to clear the fog in your head.

“not a chance, sweetheart, but maybe if you ask daddy nicely, i won’t go so hard on you.”

there it is, that word.

daddy.

when you first met him, you were too drunk to really be aware of anything, only remembering his name at the time. all you knew was that you needed a good fuck to get over your ex. so you were willing to say anything if it meant you’d get what you wanted.

“i’m not—i won’t,” you spit out, blood filling the cracks on your lips.

he tuts, beginning to rub harsh circles against you clit, and your thighs tense, breath catching in your throat. “why do you have to be so difficult? be good for me.”

your lip curls in disgust, refusing to give in. that is, until he’s leaning over you, chest flush against your back. his lips drag along the shell of your ear, breath a soft tickle.

“either you say it, or i fuck you with no prep.”

and that has you shuddering, eyes rolling under their lids as you clench them shut. “i—please, be gentle, daddy. g-god, please.”

he groans—something deep, primal—almost like a purr, and you can feel it vibrate through your back.

“that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he says as he stands back to full height. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, feel just how much larger he is standing behind you.

he’s gripping your ass with both hands again, squeezing and kneading, thick fingers digging into your flesh. you know there’d be bruising tomorrow in the shape of his fingers to match the welts raised on your flesh.

“maybe i should fuck you here this time,” he says more to himself than to you, the corner of his mouth lifting.

“n-no, please, not there—” he’d split you in two even with proper prep, he’d break you. “daddy please not there.”

“i should give you what you want then, right?” and his hands are releasing you to settle on your hips. “since you said it so nicely.”

you’re nodding your head to the best of your ability, teeth sinking into your lower lip. you pray he’ll have mercy on you. you’d let him fuck you as much as you want, just not there. “please daddy.”

and he grins, fingers dipping between your folds again, dipping into the small bit of arousal and dragging it down to your clit. “i’ll be gentle,” he tells you, rubbing softly circles against your clit, causing your thighs to shake. “for now.”

his movements are slow, and careful. it makes you sick. how he’s so gentle with you, knowing he has no intention of being like this when he fucks you with his cock. if makes you shudder, and he takes this as a sign to go further, one thick digit prodding at your entrance.

you tense when it slips inside, pushing into the third knuckle. your walls instinctively clench around his finger, drawing it in further. then he’s building a steady pace, finger pushing and pulling with a squelch that makes your ears ring.

he teases a second while he grabs at your ass, spreading you wider so he can watch the way he fucks you with his fingers—watch how your hole twitches and spasms around each digit.

“doing so good, sweetheart.” your lips twist, you’re getting tired of the pet names, it makes your stomach churn—him talking to you as if you’re just a couple being intimate.

you can feel that heat building within you, and you panic. you’d rather he not make you cum, instead just use your body to get off so he can leave you to repair the broken pieces of yourself.

“s-stop—”

he notices the frantic trembling of your body, and he eases his fingers out only to tease your entrance with the careful prodding of three of them this time, and your body clenches up. “what? don’t you want to cum?”

“n-no, please don’t—just fuck me already. get it over with.” and you think for just one moment that he’s going to listen when you no longer feel the heat of his fingers against your core, but then he’s shoving all three in one brutal sweep, forcing the air from your lungs.

he’s got his free hand on your lower back, keeping you in place as his fingers plunge and curl inside of you, repeatedly stroking that one spot that has your thighs twitching, muscles jumping as he forces your body to endure the pleasure.

“w-wait—god, i’m—” you choke on a moan, cunt clenching around his fingers as your lashes flutter, eyes coming in and out of focus. your cunt spasms around his fingers as if attempting to milk them, desperate for something thicker, as much as your mind tried to deny it. he continues pumping his fingers, your cum coating the digits, the lewd sound of your cum—thick and sticky—echoing in your ears.

you barely register him pulling his fingers free, slipping them into his mouth as his free hand deftly undoes his belt, the sound of the zipper hissing open drawing your attention.

“wait—i need a minute—!” but he ignores you, shoving his pants and boxers down. you get a few seconds of him swiping his cock through your folds before he’s plunging inside in one easy drive of his hips.

you blink rapidly, trying to regulate your breathing, but he’s wrapping one arm around your waist, yanking you back against his cock.

then he slips his other arm beneath your chin, forearm against your throat, a noise of surprise leaving you before he’s hauling you upright, back arched sharply..

he sets an intense pace, not giving you time to catch your breath as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. his hips slam against your backside, cock repeatedly stroking that one spot that has you creaming on his length, eyes rolling desperately. 

“sukuna—!” you gasp, and then he's choking you harder, arm tightening around your neck as he slams into you like he’s angry. that’s when you realize that you fucked up, and you’re frantically slapping at his arm, desperate to get him to let up as your vision turns spotty.

he seems to be aware that you’ve realized your mistake, his grip around your throat loosening just enough to allow you to breathe.

“what do we say?”

“‘m sorry, d-daddy,” and you swear you can feel his cock throb harder inside of you, his hips grinding against your ass, and the ache blooming low in your belly makes you want to vomit.

“that’s it, good girl.” the name does something to you for some reason, you find yourself clawing at his arm, nails leaving red lines along the flesh. he hisses from the pain, panting roughly against your ear. “you’re enjoying this.”

“no—” and you’d shake your head if he didn’t have you by the throat.

the sound of skin slapping on skin is obscenely loud, his cock repeatedly parting your folds with a lewd squelch, and all the noises make your eyes roll. your hands grip his arm, an attempt at grounding yourself as he ruins your insides. it’s too much, you can feel your arousal dripping between your legs and his cock, thick strings snapping and forming a small spot on the flooring.

“god,” sukuna groans, arm tightening around your neck once more, forcing your neck to arch further. and you’re looking up at him, eyes hazy, focused on the way his cock stokes the fire burning in your belly. “taking daddy so well, you know that?”

and it has your jaw slack, panting breaths leaving you, eyes rolling so hard it causes your head to ache. it disgusts you, the way he has you falling apart on his cock. the way you can feel your juices drench your inner thighs due to his actions, the small burst of juices running down your legs. it makes tears fill your eyes—fat and heavy, weighing down your lashes as they build up along your waterline.

sukuna swears when he notices, arms keeping you pinned to him, hips taking on a punishing pace, and he’s forcing his length deeper inside of you, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each forceful thrust, causing your whole body to jerk and tremble in his hold.

the dam breaks, tears streaming down your face, the pain blooming in your belly becoming unbearable the longer he fucks you like this. yet you can’t do anything but take it, body seizing up as he ruins your insides, not caring for your pain or discomfort. instead he focuses on the pleasure your body brings to him.

“cryin’ for daddy?” he punctuates his question with a sharp, powerful thrust, and you swear you can feel him in your guts. he hisses, stopping to stir his cock against the deepest part of your cunt, hips flushed to your ass. “answer me.”

“y-yes daddy, ah—” and you can’t believe your body is reacting like this, desperate to milk his cock as he batters your cervix.

then your world is turning, sucking in a lungful of air when he releases you only to lose it again when he pushes your face back against the table. your arms stretch out on either side, gripping the edges.

his hands are back on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock. “fuck yourself on me,” he demands, guiding you til your ass is bouncing off his hips, moving with a mind of their own.

“daddy, daddy, yes, ah—daddy. . .” you gasp, chanting breathily, moans catching between each word. you don’t even hear yourself, and you’re hoping it’s instinct and not your body wanting this. the thought has you involuntarily clenching down around his cock, though, your cunt trying desperately to milk him.

and then your arms are moving, stretching out across the table, fingers curling into the wood as you fuck yourself on his cock. and he’s gripping and groping every bit of flesh he can get his hands on, his slowly rolling to meet you halfway, and you whine when he’s hitting in deep again. it makes your hips stutter, jerking as if trying to get away from thrusts.

he’s having none of it, though, his hands settling on your hips once more as he begins rocking into you heavily, the thick drag of his cock forcing you to spread your legs wider. and when his cock repeatedly brutalizes your cervix—you lose control.

heat rushes between your legs, hot and heavy as the first gush of piss—helpless and uncontrollable—spills forth. it runs down your legs, and your body convulses, mouth dropping as humiliation burns deep within your core.

sukuna groans at the sight, gripping one of your thighs to lift your leg against the table, further embarrassing you as you piss yourself uncontrollably. “pissin’ for daddy now?”

and all you can do is sob while he fucks you through it forcing gush after gush of piss from between your thighs, splattering against the floor in a lewd display.

“d-daddy,” you sniffle, reaching blindly behind you in an attempt to push at his hips, trying to stop his intense thrusts. he just grabs your wrist, pinning your arm against your lower back.

you shudder when you finally stop pissing yourself. there’s an odd sense of relief that washes over you, body going lax and limp against the table, a fog entering your brain as you stare blankly at the counter across from you. you’re unaware that you’ve slipped two fingers in your mouth, sucking on the digits to ground yourself.

sukuna notices this, releasing your hand to lean over your back, his hips slowing to an easy drag of his cock. his nose brushes your cheek, lips trailing over your skin, across your clothed shoulder, parting to whisper soft words. “is daddy’s girl feeling good?”

you can’t say anything, but your mouth parts, heavy, stuttering breaths leaving you. sukuna keeps going, whispered words against your ear, soft murmurs of “daddy’s good girl,” “you’re doing so well,” and “daddy wants you to cum”.

it makes your cunt clench desperately around his cock, and he takes this as a sign to lean back, hands smoothing down your back as he picks up pace once more. his hips drive forward, the edge of the table digging into you with each punishing thrust. and you’re panting now, brain finally starting to come back into focus, the feeling in your stomach building to an unbearable peak.

you don’t even realize you’re cumming til your body seizes up, light flashes behind your eyelids as you clench your eyes shut—cunt gripping him so tight, as if desperate for his release as more slick gushes from between your legs, trickling down to join the puddle of piss on the floor.

sukuna’s groaning, hand on the back of your neck as he thrusts in you with brutal precision, his cock bullying your insides, turning them into mush. it’s filthy, arousal clinging to his cock, your creamy essence leaving a white ring around the base of his length. “gonna cum inside this pussy. maybe give you daddy’s baby.”

and you don’t register his words until it’s too late, his cock pushing into the hilt as he erupts. it’s warm and thick, filling your insides in heavy spurts, painting your walls white.

a deep growl erupts from his chest as his hips give a final thrust, cock pulsing where it’s nestled inside of you.

“no—” you choke out, body shuddering as his release settles within you. your leg trembles where it rests on the table, and he smooths a hand across your thigh before slowly lowering it back down. it makes you sob. the way he’s playing pretend. like he’s always this gentle with you.

“you did so good for me.” he murmurs, the sickeningly sweet sound of his voice makes you recoil, trying to inch yourself away from him. he tuts, grabbing your hips, keeping you speared on his cock. “what do you say?”

and you sob harder, fingers slipping from your mouth, lips trembling. “thank you, daddy.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

You hate those stupid words that he’d uttered because now you can’t get them out of your head.

With bated breaths and timid glances you sneak at him you wait patiently, wondering if he really meant what he said.

Those stupid words that kept you yearning in a way that was unfamiliar to you- if not to feel his tongue or his touch again then that damned toy he’d used on you.

The orgasm it gave you kept you up for nights, only heightened when you thought of him using it on you.

But Sukuna had been working long hours lately, and you had no idea how to even bring this up to him- as if you would, even if you knew how.

Amidst your thoughts being infected with him, you somehow didn’t feel the want to go on anymore dates. You gave excuses- that you were busy with schoolwork or that your parents were strict, because the truth was gross.

You wanted your perverted stepbrother to fuck you, use you, make you feel good in ways that had you questioning your sanity. That he’s tainted you till the point you get wet when he calls you his little sister.

These days disgust and discomfort are hard to differentiate from want and dark desires.

Still, you wondered if something had shifted in your dynamic with him since that night. He seemed a bit less antagonistic these days the few times you saw him, still teasing and taunting but in a more playful manner, and you felt yourself easing up with his presence, like you weren’t a stranger in your own home whenever he was around.

Any amiability came to a stand still not even a week later, when the situation regarding your finances came up.

Maybe it partially arose from the fact the Mr. Itadori had stepped up in his paternal role, happily offering to pay for your expenses including your college tuition. It was no secret that he was smitten with you, maybe because having a daughter was a nice change after raising two sons his whole life.

Even this would still be fine if he didn’t make Sukuna - the only other earning man in the household - pay for your expenses as well.

You insisted otherwise but Mr. Itadori was set on making his older show up for you, perhaps thinking this would show him how to act or how to be a real brother to you.

And that’s how you arrived with Sukuna having to pay your credit card bill, which clearly pissed him off to no end.

“Seventy-eight thousand yen?! Are you fucking serious?”

You stood awkwardly in the doorway of Yuuji and Sukuna’s shared room, feeling guilty enough as it was going up to him and asking him if he could pay your bill since Mr. Itadori told you to go to him for it.

Honestly, you’d try to postpone this meeting for as long as you could but your bill was due very soon.

“It was over the course of one whole month, okay?” You reply defensively, thinking you’d actually done a decent enough job budgeting this month.

Sukuna’s lip curls in irritation as he looks up from the statement to glare at you. “You don’t fucking get it do you? Spoiled fucking brat, you’ve just had everything handed to you your whole life.”

His words sting, like they always do. You’re tired of hearing this same tirade from him over and over again- and to act like he knows you or whatever the hell your life was like?

It grates your nerves.

“Don’t act like I’m the problem just because you’re miserable.” You finally spit back.

“You are the fucking problem, you just enter our fucking lives and start leeching off of us.” He seethes, creases etched into his face that’s twisted in anger. “Getting coddled like you’re a damn toddler while the rest of us actually have to work.”

“I’m a full time student, you know this!” You step closer, done bowing your head and putting up with his bullshit. “And you have no right to act like you’re a fucking saint just because you have a job, after all the things you’ve done to me.”

You despise the way your voice breaks just a bit after you hiss out the last part, the way his expression contorts with something mocking, condescending.

He scoffs. “Done to you, huh? You keep playing this card like you don’t fucking love it,” He leans closer, “Like you don’t fall apart under my touch as if it’s the only good thing that’s ever happened to you. I bet you even fuck yourself on your fingers at night pretending they’re mine, don’t you?”

Sukuna watches you try to hold yourself together and keep your composure as you stubbornly deny him what both of you know is the truth, acutely aware of how close he was and that glint in his eyes. “I don’t. You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“Sweetheart, you’d probably get on the floor and do it in front of me right now if I asked you to.” He smirks. “If I promised you I’d make you feel so good, if you did. You don’t have nearly as much shame as you pretend to.”

You push down the lump in your throat, fingers curling inwards and unfurling again as you’re rudely reminded of the situation you’d been dealing with this whole fucking week, how even now your craving mind wonders if this is an offer.

“Make me feel good….how?” You murmur under your breath, heat seeping through your body and across your cheeks as you look down and away from his face and towards the long fingers that were pumping inside you.

You’re ridiculously horny for him.

He laughs, a callous sound that rips through and yanks you out of your stupor.

“God, you were really fuckin’ gonna do it, weren’t you? Pathetic bitch.” He sneers.

Tears of resentment, anger, and humiliation prick at your eyes and before they have a chance to fall your hand is suddenly flying through the air and slapping him squarely across the face.

“Fuck you, fuck, I wish you’d never entered my fucking life!” You yell, hating how your hit seemingly does nothing to him, or that sleazy grin on his face. “No wonder your mom left, it was probably because of you, her fucked up shit-show of a son.”

Whatever mirth lingered on his expression quickly disappears as his face hardens.

You know you’ve crossed a line, even before he stands at his full height reminding you of just how much bigger and stronger he was then you.

You’re still angry and honestly it felt good spewing that venom at him, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling something new right now like cold water in your veins.

It turns icier when he smiles again, the kind of smile that signals you should leave now.

“Maybe you’re right. Wanna see how much of a ‘fucked up shit show of a son’ she gave birth to?” He prowls closer, agonizingly slow as you continue to back further and further away until you’re near his door.

You really shouldn’t have gotten yourself into this situation while the only other person at home was Mr. Itadori who was contentedly asleep in the living room sofa while the tv plays loudly in the background.

Finally you swivel around, though you know it’s pointless.

You’ve played this game before- Sukuna will always be bigger, stronger, faster.

And just like that he’s in front of you, shoving you away from the door as a condemning click tells you there’s no getting out of this now.

It alarms you, enough that you’re leaping across the small expanse of the room, though you know it won’t do anything, confirmed by a tight grasp around your wrist before you’re shoved face first into the dark covers of his single bed.

It all happens so fast, you feel the immovable weight of him above you as you struggle uselessly and panicked tears are wet on your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sukuna, I didn’t mean it—”

His hand is around your throat in an instant, pressing the air out of your words as he pushes your head back till your neck is straining. “Shut up, just shut the fuck up. You had it fucking coming.”

You stop trying to fight back, with both wrists held together behind your back in just one of his hands and another that could choke you out at any time, you were only just wasting your energy.

He leans in, breath hot and humid as it ghosts across your ear. “I really held out on this, you know. But you’ve pushed your luck too far this time…”

A sickly feeling curdles in your gut when he shifts so you can feel the hardness in his pants, rubbing along the curve of your ass. “So let me show you what a mean older brother I can be.”

Your breath turns shaky as you feel him undo his pants, shifting around to free his erection before crudely yanking your own bottoms and panties down, just enough that you can feel air brush against your exposed ass and cunt. “No, no, no, I’m not ready Sukuna, please you c-cant,”

His fingers tighten back up around your trachea, the uncomfortable pressure and your anxiety letting only a scant amount of oxygen to make it to your lungs.

“I can, and I will. Besides, you were ready that night, huh? Just to lose it to some random guy you barely even knew, if it came to it.”

You feel it then, the hot and leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your pussy. You try to swallow but you can’t. You want to yell, say something, anything, but not a single word can make its way up your squeezed throat.

“Oh fuck, you’re wet.” He chuckles lightly, exhaling audibly as his cock slides further into your lubricated folds, sliding it back and forth in your slick. “You like this or something? Is this turning you on? God, you might just be as ‘fucked up’ as me…”

His grip loosens slightly on your throat, allowing you with some much needed air as you find yourself getting even more worked up, despite the fear and bitterness that boiled in you.

Your stomach tightens when you feel him stop his movements to prod his tip against your entrance. “St-stop Sukuna, I won’t be able to take it,” You whisper as fresh tears fall, “You’ll tear me up.”

“Just take a deep breath.” He says flatly, not a hint of concern in his voice. “Or don’t, I don’t really care either way.”

He presses himself further into you, and you can already feel the pain gathering as he’s barely even inserted himself.

“No-”

Your cry of protest turns into a wincing gasp as he pushes himself further into you, just the tip of him forcing its way past your entrance.

“Oh shit, you’re tight,” He groans.

It hurts. A painful burn that felt like you were being ripped open as he tries to inch himself deeper into you.

Your body’s tensed in pain, breath labored while you let out feeble whimpers as tears stream and stream, trying to just get through it, remembering how you were always told that there would be pleasure after the initial pain.

Even if it doesn’t seem like this pain would ever be worth it.

He can’t honestly be more than an inch in, but you feel him stop moving.

He’s looking at you.

A second passes before he sighs. “Fuck.”

And with that there’s another sudden burst of pain before it’s gone all together and you realize he’s pulled himself out of you.

His hand leaves your throat, relief flooding your veins when you feel his weight lift off you.

As soon as you can, you quickly turn over, harshly pulling your own pants up to see he’s already tucked himself back in as well.

You scoot farther away from him on his bed until your back is to the wall.

He’s looking down at you with a scornful look of frustration with a gaze that makes you feel small before finally breaking the silence. “Get on the ground. You’re gonna have to make me cum another way.”

“Wh-what?”

“Are you dumb? Get down and on your knees. Now.”

You do as he says, slipping off the edge of his bed and slowly lowering yourself till he knots a hand in your hair and pushes down on your hear till you’re at his crotch level.

“And take off your top.”

You hesitate.

It doesn’t make sense for you to be shy about this, especially after everything else.

You swallow and grab your shirt by the hem to pull it up over the top of your head before pausing and looking up at him.

“Don’t make me fucking say it.”

Well, at least you tried your luck.

Slowly you unclasp your bra and take off the straps before throwing it to the side to expose your bare chest to him.

Sukuna’s eyes roam over your tits as your nipples harden in exposure to the air and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“That’s what I like to see.” He hums before gripping your head tightly again to push you forcefully into the large bulge in his pants so that he can grind it on your face. “Feel that? You’re gonna take all of it down your dumb little throat and you’re gonna love every single second of it. Understand?”

Tears sting your eyes and your face burns in equal parts shame and arousal as you nod obediently.

“Say it. Haven’t I taught you how to use your words?”

“Y-yes, I understand.” The words come out muffled by his clothed erection pressed against your mouth.

He pulls away. “Strip me.”

For a second you pause before quickly getting to work, unable to look up at him in the eye as you do so.

You unbutton his jeans and pull them down, the outline of his hardened cock through the black boxers sucking the air out of your lungs. Your fingers brush against his skin as you hook them around the waistband and peel them down to release his swollen dick.

Your stomach coils again.

Maybe it’s just the angle but you swear it looks even bigger than last time, with a vein running around the underside that you hadn’t previously noticed.

There was no way in hell you could have possibly taken that thing inside you and survived.

“Look up at me.” He orders as he grasps his cock with one hand.

You tilt your chin, round tear eyes meeting the hungry ones above you, watching his pupils blow out even more when he slaps his blushed tip against your face, making you wince softly.

That wicked leer of his only grows, the one that always means bad news.

“Kiss it. Show me how much you love my cock.”

Your eyes widen slightly, laying your hands around the dark tattooed bands encircling the muscular tops of his thighs before placing a chaste kiss right on his slit.

“Ah, fuck,” He exhales as he rubs the leaking tip of his dick up against your lips, smearing the precum all over them like it’s lipgloss. “That’s a good girl. Keep this up and you might actually make up for before.”

You resist the urge to bite his dick off.

He taps his cock on your mouth. “Open up.”

You comply, entirely confused by how much you hated this, especially after what he’d just tried, yet found yourself just as desperately wanting to taste him.

He immediately begins to slide his length through your opened mouth, groaning at the contact against your wet tongue, continuing to go deeper and deeper till it was uncomfortable.

You try to fight your gag reflex from being triggered but it happens anyway, with something so long and large being pushed down your throat. You grip his thighs pathetically and try to push away from him as your throat convulses around his cock, trying to squeeze it out.

You’re offered no mercy because it only hardens his dick more, and with a cold laugh he harshly shoves your skull further down his length till your nose is pressed against his pelvis. “Oh come on, you’re being dramatic.”

Dramatic?

You can barely breathe, growing dizzy when he finally pulls out and peers down at you as you cough a bit and regain your breath.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re such a sensitive little thing, because fuck, it turns me on to see you all pathetic like this.” You wish you could ask him to be gentler but you know by now that there was a good chance he’d likely just do the opposite. So instead you wipe your tears and determinedly take his dick in your hand to put it into your mouth again- though this time not all the way.

Sukuna let’s you do this without shoving himself back down your throat, watching your face and fighting the urge to let out a moan as you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip.

You gaze up at him and he inhales sharply when you dig your tongue into the divot of his frenulum, dragging your soft tongue up from it over his tip, and back down his shaft again.

His breathing grows heavier, no longer able to fight the urge to thrust in and out of your warm, wet mouth in time with your motions and the way your tongue laves so sensually all over his dick. “Shit, you like this you little cockslut? You like sucking off your big brother?”

You moan around his dick without even thinking, and Sukuna grins again. “Wow, you really are messed up.” He rasps. “Now suck my balls like a good little slut, yeah?”

He pulls his wet length out of your messy mouth, smeared with precum and saliva. You hold his cock up and close your lips around his heavy scrotum, sucking and lapping gently at the soft flesh while you stroke his shaft with your hand.

The last restraints of his control begin to crumble at the sensation, at how fucking filthy you look like this. “Ah -fuck- god, you really are nothing more than my obedient little dog, huh? I can make you do -hah- whatever the fuck I want you to…”

His grip in your hair suddenly tightens and he pulls away to shove his cock through your parted lips, unable to control the urge to fuck your mouth any longer.

The pressure is sudden and before you can adjust he’s gripping your hair so tightly you feel pinpricks on your scalp. That pain is quickly overshadowed when he begins snapping his hips back and forth at a brutal pace.

You struggle to keep your mouth open while you try not to choke on the cock slamming into the back of your throat over and over again.

“Ah, shit, you pathetic, stupid, needy little thing. You’re -hah- really worth nothing more than being a -fuck- a cocksleeve for me to use.”

You don’t notice tears are falling again, running down your cheeks and only adding to the ness of spit dribbling obscenely down your chin from where he mercilessly thrusts in and out of your mouth.

It hurts, your jaw aches and you feel like you’re suffocating on his cock abusing your throat, hoping it won’t be long till he cums because you don’t think you can keep this up much longer.

And like your prayers have been answered, suddenly he snaps his dick all the way out of your mouth and jerks it above your face before cumming with a hiss, ropes of thick hot cum spurting out and painting your whole face white. They keep coming for a few seconds more, and by the time he’s down you feel the viscous fluid dripping lewdly down your face.

He pants, eyes drinking in the sight of you kneeling with cum all over your face, and it almost makes his dick harden again. “God, you look perfect right now, sis.”

You can barely look up at him, thinking it would’ve been a lot less degrading for him to just cum down your throat than this.

Sukuna furrows his brows in mock confusion. “Where’s your gratitude? Show some thanks and lick that shit up like a properly trained mutt.”

You don’t even think, just moving automatically to swipe your fingers in the semen drying on your face, and sucking them clean. He watches you do it over and over till of it is gone into your stomach, and you look expectantly up at him.