Desecration

by Novaela

Summary:

[Toji Fushiguro x Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x Female Reader]

Things only escalate further after Toji and Gojo both had their way with you. As the third suitor - Geto - joins in, you realize that there is no going back to the person you were before all this started. The only things that lie before you now are filthy, depraved and carnal in nature.

Or:
You literally get fucked by all three men. Rest in pieces y/n - you absolute mad lad.

Notes:

Heyo,
sorry it took me so long. It was really hard to write this with only one hand. *wink wink*

Lmao I'm joking, but seriously, this took a while. I'm pretty sure this is the longest one shot I *ever* wrote, let alone the most unhinged one. I advise you to (re)read the two previous parts in the series in case you haven't already or forgot what's going on. There's no build up in this one, this is *literally only* smut. I actually can't believe it myself. 20k words of unadultered filth.
You're welcome btw. (Pretty sure this is my Magnum Opus thus far)

Grab a cup of tea, your favorite sex toys and some snacks cuz we're going in.
Enjoy!

“Oh dear, are you crying?”

It takes a few seconds for the words to penetrate the thick fog in your head and register in your mind. All of your senses are overstimulated and you can’t properly concentrate on what’s being said to you. You try focusing your vision, but everything around you stays blurry and dim as your unshed tears stubbornly remain in between your lashes.

“Shhh, hey, look at me.” A large hand gently caresses your cheek before angling your face upwards. The touch is light as a feather and yet still sends tiny jolts of electricity dancing across your delicate flesh. Then there’s two thumbs carefully swiping across your eyes, ridding you of your tears. “There’s no need to cry, dear. After all, we’re doing this for your pleasure, isn’t that right?”, Suguru Geto coos, voice tender and warm. There are deep shadows thrown across his features, the few dim lamps in Toji’s bedroom - while bright enough to see properly - only bring out the man’s angular features even more. His sharp jawline and that sinful smile that never seems to leave his lips, gosh, and the dark glint in his beautiful, slanted eyes. You can never get enough of Geto’s handsome face.

He looks so gentle, so approachable. Like he would never hurt even a fly.

Oh, how deliciously wrong all these assumptions about him are.

“Brat, I asked you a question.”

The instant shift in Geto’s voice is undeniable. Cold venom laces every syllable as his fingers dig into your tear stained cheeks; his grip is hard enough to be bordering on unpleasant. The sudden surge of pain helps to center your mind so that you can finally react. Not that there’s much you can do, with how you’re currently tied up.
You’re lying on your back, legs spread far apart with your calves bound to your thighs by Geto’s favorite crimson ropes. The same restraints are placed on your wrists, keeping them tied up against Toji’s headboard.

“Answer me.”

Your response is nothing more than a garbled whimper. The ballgag that’s currently pressing down against your tongue makes it impossible to voice anything other than moans and distorted noises, words are a hopeless endeavor. Nevertheless, Geto seems satisfied as he takes in your sorry state. He wipes away another one of your fleeing tears, catching the drop just before it meets the belt of the gag straining against your cheek. Slowly and with intent, making sure you’re watching his every move, he brings his wet thumb to his mouth. Your insides constrict as you stare at his pierced tongue licking away your tear from the digit.

A satisfied groan vibrates in his throat and he briefly closes his eyes, reveling in the taste of you, making it seem as if he has just tasted the most delicious ambrosia and not just your salty tears.

“I can never get enough of your taste. You’re sweet like honey.”

He leans in close, taking in your blown-wide pupils and the heavy flush on your delicate face. God, this is heaven on earth.
Geto can’t help it, he just can’t get enough of you and your body’s most honest reactions to his ministrations. He drags his tongue against your jaw, catching some of the saliva that’s been spilling out of the corners of your mouth non–stop, before dragging up and over the belt to sample more of your shed tears. The way his metal piercings feel against your skin makes you sigh, the sound coming out wet and needy through the rubber of the gag.

You share a brief but nonetheless strikingly heavy glance with him, the intent deep and burning in his mulberry-colored eyes, before he drops them down to your chest and your flesh heats and flushes at the intensity with which he eyes your newly adorned breasts. You draw in a ragged breath as anticipation blooms inside of you.
Geto takes note of the way your chest expands with each of your breaths, of the way your breasts sway softly with the movement and he has to keep himself from smiling at your eagerness. Always so desperate to be touched and played with..

He traces a careful finger around your nipple, watching in silent delight as the sensitive flesh ripples and hardens from his featherlight touch. You suck in a shaky breath from around the gag and mindlessly tug on the restraints around your wrists. Your breasts are so much more sensitive since Geto pierced them three months ago; and even though you miss the sharp pain from his favorite nipple clamps, you can’t help but whine when he finally traces his well manicured middle finger over your pebbled nipple. The dark color of his nail polish matches the black metal embedded in your sensitive flesh.

“Don’t worry, dear; I know they’re still sore. I’ll be gentle.” 

Geto’s voice is a soft caress, a sweet promise that immediately sets you at ease and yet makes your stomach flutter at the same time. A second later his firm lips dance over your nipple, light and teasing. You arch into his touch, delight settling deep inside your stomach when he brings up his hands to knead at the plump flesh of your breasts in tandem with the movements of his mouth - always mindful of the jewelry in your skin.
God, how you wish you could bury your hands into his silky hair; pull out the elastic and free his beautiful, black locks. You humm with yearning as you remember how it felt when the tips of his hair danced across your spine as he fucked you from behind just a few days ago.

As if he could read your thoughts, Geto can barely suppress a wry smile, as he closes his lips around your nipple. Judging by the way you continue to absentmindedly flex your thighs, he has a pretty good idea of what’s going through your mind right now.
Removing his left hand from your breast, he strokes a purposeful line down your abdominals, relishing in the way they tremble under his every touch. He carefully sucks on your nipple, rubbing the twin metal balls in the tip of his tongue against it as he closes his eyes and listens intently to every little noise he pulls from you. Your soft whines send blood rushing to his groin and he can’t wait until they turn from hushed whispers into tearful cries of pleasure as your body gives way to painful overstimulation.

He’s almost sad to have put the ballgag on you earlier; he’d love to hear your pleading voice right now, begging him for God knows what depravity your little mind can conjure up this time.
You’ve certainly come a long way..

The feeling of Geto’s tongue swiping over your sensitive bud makes your toes curl and your breath hitch. Not only can you feel the metal balls rub and prod at you, setting all of your nerve endings alight, no, Geto keeps using the hard barbell in his tongue to specifically target your own piercing, rubbing and tugging against it in a way that sends delicious jolts of pleasure right to your core - subtle sparks of pain mixed into the intoxicating blend of sensations.

His hand travels further down, until it reaches the soft flesh of your shaved mound, circling the spot where you know your now one and only tattoo can be found; the dark ink a stark contrast to your flushed skin. Since he runs his own studio, Geto himself put the letters under your skin - on Toji’s and your behalf.
Thinking about how you’ve been marked by these beautiful men has your insides clenching and your hips immediately buck off the bed due to overstimulation. You’re so awfully full . Every time you flex your core you’re reminded of the toys lodged inside of both your holes. The plug inside your ass - Geto’s favorite, a bright blue one - is certainly big, but what really sends your mind and body spiraling is the vibrating dildo Geto had stuffed into your weeping pussy as soon as he finished tying you up. He’s been keeping it on the lowest vibration setting the entire time and the constant yet never enough stimulation is driving you mad.

Again, you wiggle against your restraints, and Geto, with an annoyed click of his tongue, pulls back from your tits to look at you.
“You know how I feel about you acting up”, he states, matter-of-factly and the cold calculation in his eyes actually makes you shiver. Whether in fear or in anticipation? You can’t tell. Both is good.

He leans back on his haunches, taking a moment to take in your sorry state. Hands and legs tied with rope, tear-stained face and both pussy and ass stuffed to the brim, drooling around the colored silicone. Oh, what a beautiful plaything you are.

It’s a pity that you never know how to behave accordingly.

You watch as Geto shuffles closer in between your spread thighs. He’s still wearing his clothes. A pair of tight black boxers and a simple equally black t-shirt which hangs loosely off his broad shoulders. While it has long sleeves, you can still see the multitude of tattoos scattered across his arms peek out from under it. Artworks of demons with twisted bodies and unreal faces, inked in black and red, dance all up his arms and disappear under his sleeves. But you know that the rest of his torso is equally as inked. They're a stark contrast to his warm skin. The mental image of it makes your stomach flutter; you wish he’d finally take his damn shirt off and show you the expanse of his beautiful body. You can never get enough looking at it.

Geto can practically see the hearts in your eyes when he eventually puts his hands on your thighs, one on each limb. He traces his fingers over the smooth crimson ropes binding your calves to your thighs, licking his lips at the soft flesh spilling out from the sides of your constraints. It’s gonna leave the most beautiful marks on your skin, once he takes these bindings off. But that’s for later.

You struggle to keep your fingers still as soon as you notice Geto’s eyes focus on the glistening mess between your legs. There’s a dark, hungry, almost predatory glint settling in his mulberry-colored eyes and your entire body seems to be lit aflame from his intense stare alone. Subtly flexing your fingers over and over again, you try to keep yourself from moving and agitating him further. If you want to cum, you’re gonna have to give him what he wants. You know that by now.

“Are you gonna be good for me now, dear?”, he asks, unmoving and unblinking - never even looking up.

Instantly you nod, the movement of your head almost frantic with the growing urgency of your craving gnawing at every fiber of your being.

He knows you’re agreeing with him without having to look at your face. After all these months together he can read you like a book. A small smile passes over his lips. “Good”, he murmurs, “Very good.”
You can practically feel the pleased hum vibrating in Geto’s chest and you can’t keep your eyes off his handsome face. The tongue piercings, the one in his right eyebrow as well as the two around his mouth, one at each corner, they make your mind run wild with the most debauched fantasies. As if on cue your head conjures up the picture of you riding his face and when you imagine what his piercings would feel like against your messy pussy, you mewl and salivate against the gag in your mouth.

“I see someone’s eager today.” But instead of reprimanding you for your impatience, Geto - gracefully - grabs the dildo in your pussy. Without warning, he shoves the remaining inches inside of you until the wide silicone base presses flush against your weeping folds, his thumb tracing a languid line through them and smearing your juices along with it.

Immediately you try shifting your hips, to lean into his touch, to gain any more friction you can; but his thumb promptly leaves you. Geto doesn’t give your frustration time to build, however, as he quickly uses said thumb to press one of the buttons on the dildo and increases the vibration-intensity of the toy.

If it wasn’t for the rubber ball between your lips you’d have probably screamed from the sudden onslaught of stimulation on your g-spot. Your insides instinctively clench around the vibrating shaft inside of you, but Geto already anticipated exactly that. Grabbing hold of the base, he prevents the toy from being pushed out by your kegels. He smirks, licking his lips when he again uses his hand to press the dildo deep inside of your quivering cunt, purposefully angling it in a way that he knows will hit every single one of your sweet spots.

Your eyes are damn near rolling to the back of your head and you’re threatening to choke on your own saliva. It’s torturous. The vibrator rubs and presses at your insides in a way that even the plug in your ass feels like it's vibrating. It’s a weird but certainly pleasant sensation.
But it’s too much. Way too much.
Your body can’t keep up with the quickly tightening coil in your core. In fact, the pressure and strain on your muscles is so much that your legs start cramping up in a way that makes tears spill from your eyes like slow-flowing waterfalls.

Pain bleeds into pleasure and you can’t decide whether you want to run away or lean into the assault of sensations.

Geto swiftly takes that choice from you.

He pulls out the dildo from your pussy right before your orgasm is about to crest, bringing the still vibrating toy up to his face to briefly appreciate the thick coating of your slick on the blue silicone. You thrash against the ropes binding you as your climax evaporates into thin air and anger licks at your nerves.

Geto chuckles, taking note of your furrowed eyebrows. “No, no, no, no, no, pet”, he tuts before licking a long swipe off the wet toy in his hand, “You’re only allowed to cum when I say so. Or have you already forgotten what I taught you?”

He doesn’t require an answer to his question. Not that you could really answer him anyway.

Geto takes pity on your crying frame and doesn’t let you wait any longer before he lunges forward and buries the ring and middle finger of his unoccupied left hand deep into your pussy, all the way up to the knuckles. Curling and prodding them in and out of you in rapid succession in order to force more of your delicious juices to drool out of you. Simultaneously his lips seal tightly around your neglected clit, sucking the pulsating bundle of nerves inside his mouth and lapping over it with firm strokes of his piercing-adorned tongue.
Your eyes blow wide and you have to bite down hard onto the gag to keep yourself from swallowing your own tongue as intense pleasure explodes through your body. Your hoarse moan crescendos into a full-blown scream once you realize Geto isn’t gonna stop the onslaught on your pussy until he’s brought you right back to orgasm again.

When he can feel your pussy tighten in that all too familiar way, he abruptly removes his mouth from you, slows the hurried strokes of his fingers to an almost lethargic pace and leans back again to admire his handiwork. 
You’re panting, chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths as you’re trying to keep your racing heart under control. He robbed you off another orgasm!
Geto can’t take his eyes off of you. He can clearly see the red skin around your wrists, where you must have struggled and rubbed yourself raw. That paired with the spark of defiance beginning to bloom in your gaze is doing terrible, terrible things to his usually so immaculate restraint. He desperately needs to bury his cock inside of you - all the way to the hilt. And then some more.

It takes everything in Geto to keep himself from shoving his boxers down and palming his aching erection. A little more… only a little bit more and then he will reward you and him both.

Anger has settled in your gut. The low buzzing of pleasure in your core is a stark reminder of Geto’s cruel treatment - his denial of what you want to gain most right now.
You close your eyes in order to focus on your body and calm down your breathing. The large rubber ball in your mouth makes it hard to take in enough oxygen in order to calm your burning lungs.

Geto immediately jumps on the opportunity and uses your moment of weakness to slant his lips back over your poor clit as well as shove the vibrator back up into you, all the way until it kisses your womb.
You jolt forward as intense pleasure rips up your spine all at once and tears through every single muscle fiber. Throwing your head back against the bed’s headboard, you don’t even register the dull thud as you collide with the solid wood. No, all you can care about is the quickly winding spring in your core and the way your entire pussy feels overstimulated. How it keeps on growing.
You can’t even tell what Geto is doing to you at this point, all sensations bleed into one big, cresting wave drawing closer and closer. Near panicked sounding gasps spill from your lips as you throw your head from left to right. You try to beg, beg Geto to actually let you cum this time but nothing coming out of your mouth is intelligible at this point.

Geto hums appreciatively and looks up from between your legs, through the swaying valley of your beautiful tits where sweat is beginning to settle on your delicate skin. He can feel you start to tremble under his tongue, which only makes him thrust the dildo into you with even more fervor.
Your body seizes up and if it wasn’t for the tight ropes holding your legs wide open, you’d surely have crushed Geto’s head between your thighs by now.

“Do you want to cum, pet?”, he asks, his lips tracing your folds before returning to your clit, teasing.

The answer is a near frantic nod of your head, your hair already beginning to stick to your sweaty forehead.

“Hmm, if you’ll be good for me I’ll let you cum this time.”

Hope blooms inside of you, bright and beautiful and reassuring. And when he actually turns the vibrator up a notch and uses it to attack your g-spot, then you sincerely start to believe his words.
Your toes curl and twitch in anticipation of your impending orgasm. All your muscles draw tighter and tighter and-
Oh my God, yes , only a little bi-

But, once again, Geto chooses to prolong your torture, removing both his mouth and the buzzing toy from your crying cunt and leaving you trembling and unsatisfied as another one of your climaxes ends before it can even come to life.
Your entire being shatters into devastation as tiny sobs begin to shake your flushed frame. 

Geto, however, takes no pity on you. He repeats this merciless treatment until your whole body is covered in sweat and the sheets beneath you are soaked in your seemingly never-ending juices. There is even a small lake of spit that has collected in the hollow between your collarbones, from where it has leaked around the ballgag and run down your chin and neck. Not even the diamond encrusted choker around your neck seemed to be able to stop the steady flow of it.

Geto too had gotten so hot at one point that he had to take his shirt off - so as to not overheat. And of course, he didn’t miss the way your eyes seemed to momentarily refocus and ogle his taut abdominals with blatant hunger. He knows how much the dark swirls of ink under his skin turn you on.

It is only when your crying turns near hysterical that Geto takes pity on you and decides he has edged you enough. Turning off the vibrator, he removes the toy from your pussy and God what a mess he has made out of you. Your delicate skin is an angry red and swollen from his continuous denial and right at the center of your glistening flesh is your hole, drooling and fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled by his cock and yet being denied of that one carnal urge.
However, a particularly pitiful whimper on your end, has Geto practically scrambling to your side to remove the ropes around your sore wrists and legs; your body wrecked with tremors as he does so.

Once you’re free, he scoots up against the headboard and pulls you into him, so that your back rests on his chest. The tears are continuing to flow down your sodden cheeks, but once Geto takes off the ballgag and throws it off the bed, your cries subside into tiny hiccups.

“You’re s-so mean, Suguru”, you stammer in between sobs.

The tiniest ounce of guilt tugs at Geto’s heartstrings, so he wraps his big, muscular arms around your sweaty frame in order to assure you (and maybe himself, too) that everything is fine. “Shhh”, he coos gently and begins kissing the tears off your cheeks, “It’s okay, dear, you don’t need to cry.”

“Why won’t you let me cum?”, you ask after a few moments, once your distraught breathing and beating heart have calmed down. You can finally rub your thighs together, desperate for friction on your abused clit, but everything is covered in your slippery slick and you can’t get any sort of release from the hammering, urgent pulsating in your cunt. Hell, when have I ever been that desperate to cum?

“I will let you cum when time is due, you know that, pet”, Geto promptly answers and if you listen real close you can hear the edge to his tone. It really does agitate him to no end when you don’t listen to his instructions or question him on why he does something.
Regardless of the underlying threat in his voice, you can’t help yourself but bring your hands between your legs. You’re shocked at how wet you are. It’s everywhere .

As soon as your fingers connect with your swollen clit, you hiss. You’re so utterly overstimulated that it feels like a few swipes of your hand would be enough for the throbbing need in your core to finally crescendo into a proper orgasm. You want nothing more than that.
However, you don’t get that far; Geto reacts as soon as he hears your hushed groan. He practically rips your hands away from your cunt, holding and keeping them far out of reach.

Shit. Now you’ve done it. You can virtually hear his thin string of patience snap as his grip tightens around your forearms, the red stripes from the ropes still evident on your skin.

“What did I just say, brat? ”, he threatens, voice sounding more like a growl than actual words being uttered right next to your ear. Ripples of gooseflesh dance across your neck and you instinctively wet your lips when you feel Geto’s muscles stiffen against you. He’s so, so strong…

Again, you rub your thighs against each other and mewl at the sensation. There’s no point to reason with you, you’re way too turned on to concentrate on anything other than how to relieve the painful craving pulling at your core.

“Desperate whore”, Geto sneers and is momentarily inclined to send a few slaps down onto your pussy. But he fears even that would already be enough to help you finish. No, he knows just the perfect way to punish your insubordination and to let off some steam while doing so. After all, there’s still a little time until the other two arrive.
With you still slumped in his lap, he scooches forward, all the way until his legs swing over the edge of the bed and his feet connect with the cold hardwood floor. Good, he needs the leverage.

You’re momentarily caught off guard when Geto starts maneuvering around on the bed. He lifts and shifts you around like you weigh nothing, and, for a man of his physicality, it probably is a weight not even worth mentioning. The thought sends an electric buzz to your stomach; you love the way he can manhandle you. The raw difference of strength between you and men like him is something that used to scare you. Now it only serves to turn you on.
You start grinding your ass against Geto’s groin, being able to feel his solid erection straining against the fabric of his briefs.

A sudden slap against your thigh makes you yelp and twist your head around in question. Geto doesn’t even look at you, though, his eyes are focused on something else. “Stop moving.”

Reluctantly you heed his command, urgency thrumming in every single one of your veins, and when you realize that Geto has just pushed down his underwear, revealing the drooling head of his cock as it twitches against your back, you decide that listening to him was the right decision.
A shiver creeps up your spine when you feel cold air hit the patch of skin on your back that now has Geto’s precum smeared on it. Anticipation licks at your nerves and you can’t help but shift against him once again.

A mere breath later your world flips around as Geto - without any warning whatsoever - manhandles you into a position that has your stomach seizing with lust and your cheeks turning a bright crimson - both from the indecency of the position itself as well as from the light strain it puts on your airways.
Your back stays pressed flush against Geto’s muscular chest as he wraps his arms under your knees before lifting you up and forcing your legs up and apart in a V. His hands interlock right behind your head, forcing you to look forward, where his cock stands pressed against your exposed core, twitching eagerly. Your insides flutter in a silent greeting. Your mouth, however, is not as quiet, ardently offering up a husky moan at the sight in front of you.

“Hm? Can’t wait to feel my cock inside of you, can you?”, Geto muses behind you, his warm breath shifting through the sweaty hair at the back of your neck where he’s keeping you in a Full Nelson hold. His voice comes from behind your head, the position he’s holding you in unfortunately preventing him from tracing his lips over the shell of your ear.

You choose not to respond to him. The never-ending edging might have utterly destroyed the logical thinking part of your brain, but you’re not stupid enough to risk pissing him off in this situation, with his cock finally so close to where you crave him most.
With how turned on he himself is right now, Geto - for once - doesn’t insist on an answer. Instead, he angles his hips in a way that has his cockhead pressing against your messy folds. You flat out whine from the sensation. His skin feels so unbelievably hot against your own, again, you clench around nothing; the only thing bringing you any sense of fullness being the plug still buried in your ass. But as you keep your eyes glued to Geto’s twitching cock peeking out from the apex of your thighs, you catch a glimpse of silver.

The effect Geto’s cock piercings have on your sanity is nothing short of tragic. Saliva pools in your mouth as your head provides you with vivid images and sensations of how it feels to have him press the many metal barbells down your throat. The rows of his Jacob’s Ladder on the underside of his shaft provide you with the most delicious drag with every thrust, but your absolute favorite is the Apadravya that goes straight down through his glans, a small metal ball each on the top and bottom of it.

“Please”, you manage, voice barely above a whisper. On nothing but instinct alone, you shift your hips down, your body almost desperately trying to guide that glorious cock inside of you.

Something in your voice must’ve snapped Geto’s restraint. Maybe it was the trembling need bleeding out from your ushered plea, or maybe it was the hidden agony beneath it. Whatever it was, Geto finally - mercifully - angles himself in a way that has his hips surging forward. He cock glides through your slick, teasing and tugging at your clit in the process, once, twice, thrice he continues the movement before his pierced head finally catches on your entrance.
You draw in a shuddering breath and seize any motion, afraid of what could happen if you moved even an inch now. You don’t want to risk Geto playing with you even more. You’ll die if he pulls back now.

But your fears are unfounded, because as soon as Geto registers how easily he’s able to slip inside of you thanks to your overflowing juices and his previous prep, he snaps his hips upwards without further delay. He buries himself inside of you in a single smooth stroke.

And your body just short-circuits .

Geto immediately halts any movement, not even having gotten the chance to thrust into your sopping flesh once before your walls suddenly begin to clench and convulse around him. He can’t stop the rumbling groan from spilling off his lips as he feels you cumming around his cock. There’s a noticeable rush of wetness spilling around him and God he wishes he had a mirror placed in front of the bed right now to watch every time your pussy squeezes around the thickness of him.

Everything inside of you is breaking apart, unraveling at its innermost core until the only thing left is pure, earth-shattering ecstasy.

Your breath is stuck in your throat as you desperately try to gasp for air. You’re still cumming, it’s not stopping. It just goes on and on and on and on. The trembling in your legs has traveled up your abdomen and evolved into a full body shiver, your fingers twitching along as you helplessly scramble for purchase on top of Geto.
Any semblance of up and down has left you and if it wasn’t for Geto’s hands behind your head keeping you steady, you’d surely be throwing your head around in hopes of gaining back your orientation through the sheer force of movement alone. The only anchor your mind and body can cling to is Geto’s hard length buried deep inside of your core, filling you to the brim.

“Did you just cum without my permission?”

Geto’s voice pierces through the thick fog clouding your consciousness. He sounds strained and… angry? But it’s hard to tell since you’re still struggling to come down from the high of your orgasm and gain back control over your racing heart and strained breathing.

The pressure on your neck suddenly increases and you absentmindedly register how the knuckles in Geto’s hands audibly pop from the added strain he puts on them as he forces your chin closer to your chest.

“I asked you a fucking question, brat.” If his first question had an angry ring to it, now his words sound downright vicious . Another shiver creeps up your spine, joining the tremors still rocking your body in slowly lengthening intervals. Your breathing remains ragged, lips wet and swollen from burying your teeth in them, you try your best to form the words Geto wants to hear from you - any words for that matter.

“M’ sor- sorry”, you pant, barely audible enough to be coherent.

“Speak. Clearly.”

Your eyes threaten to roll back into your head; the authoritative tone in his voice is doing unspeakable things to you and you physically have to fight against your body's near instinctual urge to move your hips and feel that delicious, stretching drag of Geto’s cock against your insides. Your leg muscles twitch, whether from restraint or from overexertion - you don’t know. Most likely, it’s both.

Gulping down the spit collected in your mouth, you quickly take in another breath in an attempt to try and calm your still thundering heart. The waves of your orgasm are finally ebbing down enough for you to be able to regain enough focus needed to form a proper sentence. “It… was- it was too… good”, you finally manage between heavy gulps of air, “your dick feels way too good inside of me, Suguru”, your voice breaks on his name.
A heady moan involuntarily escaping you when you can feel the hard flesh buried inside your cunt throb and seemingly swell with pride in response to your words. If you didn’t know it any better, you’d say you could feel each and every single one of Geto’s hard metal piercings pressing against your oversensitive walls. It’s torture.

You don’t ever want it to stop.

Geto hums behind you, like a wild cat readying to devour the captured gazelle - helpless and utterly at his mercy. “Is that how it is? My sweet little pet just couldn’t control herself? That’s how good my cock makes you feel, hm?”
The previous aggressive edge in his voice has been replaced by that honey-sweet tone of his you know for a fact is just as dangerous. If you could manage a nod, you’d offer it to him right now. Not that he particularly needs it though. He wasn’t asking you questions - Geto was merely stating undeniable facts and both of you know them to be true.

“God, I love how dirty you are”, Geto mutters and you can faintly feel him bury his nose against your messy hair, breathing in deeply. “And how receptive-”, he adds, suddenly pistoning his hips back up and into you and rocking your entire body with it. 
A desperate sob, needy and wet, tears from you and you can’t help but clamp down around him, hoping to make this feel as good for him as it does for you. 

“Cumming from only putting it in, you should get a medal for that, nasty bitch.”

He doesn’t give you any more reprieve before finally unleashing himself upon you. His fingers dig into the soft flesh at the back of your thighs, keeping you spread open while he keeps battering your insides like a man gone mad. You can only lean back and take it, barely being able to keep your eyes focused as you try not to choke on your own saliva and scream Suguru’s name at the top of your lungs once you do manage to gulp enough oxygen down into them.

His thrusts are long, deep and unwavering, angled in a way that has you seeing bright flashes of white every time that apadravya piercing of his drags past your throbbing g-spot with obvious intent. As you clamp down around him, you’re reminded of the toy stuffed in your ass, the thick plug pressing against Geto’s cock from the other side and only serving to stimulate you even more. Quickly, way too quickly, pressure inside of you starts to build again and against your better judgment you can feel yourself slowly approaching another climax.
Geto must notice the increased pressure of your walls surrounding him, or maybe it's the increasingly wet sounds echoing with each pistoning movement of his hips. Music to Geto’s ears.

“Hear that, dear?”, to put further emphasis on his statement, Geto slows his thrust, choosing to withdraw only halfway from your quivering heat before slowly pressing each inch back inside of you. “Do you hear how wet you are for me?”

As if awoken from a trance, you open your eyes, your gaze immediately drawn towards the glistening shaft disappearing and reappearing between your legs. With each deep stroke your lower abdomen swells with just the slightest bulge; and you can’t help but mewl from the sight.
It’s almost too much - having both ends stuffed at the same time. And yet your fingers twitch with the urge to touch yourself. But your arms are pinned behind your knees, unable to reach anything below your belly button. Insanity claws at your senses and you start to salivate. There’s only one thing keeping you sane and it’s the urge to cum. You want - no, you need to feel Geto cumming with you, feel the hot rush of his cum flooding your insides as it marks every inch of you.

Geto catches a quick glance at your tear-stained face and just can’t help but smirk. He didn’t expect you to be so far gone already; seems like the playing session before did more damage than he initially thought.
He licks his lips, his piercings catching on his sensitive flesh. Toji is going to rip his head off once he finds out what he’d done to you. Again .

Reluctantly he eases his hands from behind your head, removing the strain on your neck and airways and instead using one of his hands to twist your head to face him. The sight has him damn near whining.
Your eyes are glazed over and swimming in unshed tears; cheeks red and splotchy, the same color of your swollen lips. It’s evident that every single thought has been forcibly stripped from your mind as you’ve been reduced to a mere quivering mess of want and need.

“Gosh you’re so beautiful”. he mutters without even realizing, “Kiss me.”

The command barely registers in your head, but some unconscious part of you still yearns to follow every single one of Geto’s requests, to please him. So you quickly angle your head to the side and press your open mouth against his lips. You both moan in unison, tongues entwining in a heated but languid dance. A mess of teeth and tongue and piercings and spit.
Absent-mindedly you feel Geto’s free hand stroke a purposeful path down your stomach. A hiss rushes past your lips as soon as you realize the destination of his hand. His fingers land square on your cunt, immediately seeking out the throbbing nub at the apex of it.

Once again, your whole reality starts to crack as Geto begins applying pressure to your sensitive flesh. Your head falls back, colliding with the solid pane of Geto’s shoulder and you can’t help but pant . Like a dog, like a bitch in heat. Begging and moaning and losing yourself in everything Geto is willing to give you.

“Hmm yes, just like that. You’re doing so good for me”, Geto muses before licking a hot stripe up your pulse point. A full body shiver shakes you right as goosebumps cover every inch of exposed, sweaty skin.
The pressure on your clit increases simultaneously with Geto’s thrusts. Every time he angles his cock to hit that spot above your cervix, he drags a harsh circle over your bundle of nerves. Each swipe, each thrust inside your drooling cunt has the coil behind your navel tightening, your mind descending further and further into nothingness.

Geto feels your muscles tensing atop of him. Your walls clamp down harder and harder around him, as if your pussy doesn’t want to let go of his aching cock. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s at his limit as well. He’s practically drowning in your juices, his balls are utterly covered in your overflowing slick and the plug in your ass keeps rubbing against him, making your pussy feel even tighter. And God it’s turning him on beyond measure. You’re so far gone, so utterly at his mercy that he’s practically getting high from the rush of endorphins flooding his brain.

Again, he increases the urgency of his thrusts in time with the swipes of his fingers on your clit. If he’s cumming then he’s damn well making sure you’re following along with him.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to, pet”, he growls into your ear, biting your lobe in the process. 

Your eyes flutter open. When did you even close them?
Blinking away your tears, you twist your head up and search for Geto’s dark gaze. Your eyes clash, both pairs of pupils blown wide and swallowing up the surrounding irises. A large hand lands on your jaw, keeping your face in place as your mouth opens in a silent moan.

Your hips have a mind of their own as they meet Geto’s with every hectic thrust. Everything feels wet and sticky, the loud smacking sound of your skin colliding with each other almost loud enough to drown out your rising moans and Geto’s deep, rumbling groans.

“Please”, you manage, eyes still tethered to the beautiful mulberry-colored gaze right in front of you.

“Please what, dear?”, Geto coos.

“I want it-”, you moan, just in time as a particularly vicious stroke hits that deepest part inside of you that has your vision erupting in stars. “Please”, you repeat. “Give it to me.”

A groan shakes Geto’s chest. He can never get enough of your dirty fucking mouth.
You’re his favorite toy.

“I want your cum, Suguru.” Your voice is barely more than a whisper. But in Geto’s ears the words ring as clear as day. The filthy plea paired with the fucked-drunk expression on your face is what sends him right over the edge. His hips stagger and stutter as he tries to keep a steady rhythm going, just before he feels his balls draw up and his cock swell almost achingly with his impending orgasm.
However, not without you. Geto is dead set on pulling you over the edge with him. He increases the swirling pace of his fingers one final time and your scream bounces off the walls of the bedroom as he literally forces you through your overstimulation and tears one last orgasm from your abused pussy.

“Now. Cum for me.”

Your mind is utterly swept blank. Your body quickly goes rigid, muscles so tense they feel close to tearing off your bones and if it wasn’t for Geto’s forearm pressing down on your abdomen you’d have arched off his chest entirely with how tight your spine draws.
There’s a hot gush of liquid deep inside your core and your head practically drowns in pleasure as you revel in the sensation of Geto spilling himself inside of you. Your pussy acts on its own, clenching and unclenching and milking him until the last drop, his many cock piercings providing the most delicious friction.

Geto is barely more than a groaning mess himself. This climax, due to the prolonged foreplay beforehand, feels nothing short of earth shattering and he can’t help the urge to press his mouth on yours and try to swallow every single depraved sound you offer to him.
Even as the last embers of his orgasm slowly ebb out of him, he still can’t stop shallowly thrusting into your fluttering cunt. You’re so drenched he can barely feel anything anymore, the filthy mix of both your juices overflowing around him and painting his balls and the sheet below in sticky white.

He finally stops the onslaught on your clit, and right as he withdraws his soaked fingers from your core, your entire body goes slack on top of him and the kiss breaks as your head lolls off to the side.

“Fuck”, he pants, breath ragged and heart racing a hundred miles an hour. The throbbing in his loins is still thundering along to his heartbeat and it takes him a few moments to come back to earth. On top of him, your body is laying boneless, covered in sweat and goosebumps and still twitching every few breaths. From what he can see, your eyes are half lidded and unfocused, staring up at the ceiling in a way that makes it clear to him that you’re still busy coming down from your high.

Suddenly, the door to Toji’s bedroom flies open. A loud thud cutting through the heavy silence in the room as the door handle collides with the wall behind it. Geto doesn’t need to turn his head to know who just barged into the room - Gojo Satoru is the only one who has the audacity to behave like that in Toji’s home.

“Look at you two, getting all cozy in here withou-”, Gojo stops dead in his tracks as soon as he rounds the corner of the bed and catches a clear view of your crumpled frame, “What the hell, Suguru?” But instead of accusatory, Gojo sounds amused, thrilled actually.

A devilish smirk creeps up on Geto’s lips and it only grows more when he realizes he can still faintly taste you on them. “I told you I was gonna prep her”, he says, self-satisfied, and can’t help but soothe the itch to touch you by drawing circles on your hips and stomach. His fingers stroke below your navel, right above your tattoo and your body shivers on top of him, your walls gingerly clamping down around his spent cock still buried inside you.

Gojo grins as he watches his best friend groan under you. Geto really must’ve done a number on you; your arms and legs are covered in marks from the crimson rope Gojo can see laying discarded next to the bed. And God, you are soaked. With your legs splayed open like that, Gojo can clearly see how everything from your inner thighs up to your pubic bone is covered in your glistening slick. Licking his lips, he takes a step closer, already feeling his growing erection pushing against the light gray fabric of his low hanging sweatpants. He’d foregone boxershorts; why bother if he’s just gonna end up naked anyway?

“I think you did more than just a little prepping, Suguru”, Gojo muses, eyes fixated on the ring of white cream oozing out of you and clinging to Geto’s pierced shaft. If Toji finds out Geto blew his load inside of you before him, he’s gonna rip his head clean off his neck.

“Where’s Toji?”, Geto asks, ignoring his best friend’s previous tease.

Speak of the devil. 

“Not here yet”, Gojo hums and steps in between Geto’s knees, letting his eyes drink up your flushed form laying on top of Geto’s half inclined one on the bed. Your eyes are still dull and disoriented, looking nowhere in particular and though it does hurt Gojo’s pride a little that you seemingly haven’t noticed his presence yet, he knows first hand just how thorough Geto tends to be during his play-sessions.
After all, this isn’t the first time you all have done this dance.

“What’s taking him so long? Usually he hates leaving us alone with her.”

“Didn’t ask”, Gojo merely shrugs, uninterested in anything right now that doesn’t involve the feast in front of him and his mouth, which he now deftly wets with a quick swipe of his tongue. And with a wink in Geto’s direction, Gojo quickly sinks to his knees in front of the bed, coming face to face with your beautifully stuffed cunt.
The perverted sight alone makes Gojo groan and his mouth go dry, desperate to taste you, to feel you shiver and twitch against his tongue.

His hands come up to stroke a purposeful line up your inner thighs. Your skin is damn near feverish under his touch.
“Gosh, look at what a mess you’ve made, sweetheart.”

“Are you talking to me or her, Satoru?”, Geto taunts, still leaning up on his arms and supporting you, while keeping his eyes trained on Gojo’s white mop of hair in between his legs. For a brief moment he catches sight of his best friend’s icy blue gaze, the latter only rolling his eyes at him annoyedly, before leaning back down and bringing his face only inches away from where you and Geto are still connected.

“Take a wild guess, Suguru.” Gojo doesn’t waste any more time, he ardently leans in close and drags his tongue from the base of Geto’s cock, over his pierced shaft, all the way until he reaches your swollen clit, immediately sealing his lips tight around it and sucking the small nub into his mouth.
A cacophony of grunts and groans from the two men erupts in the room, pierced only by your shrill shriek as you arch off of Geto’s sweat-covered chest. Your hands fly to Gojo’s head, fingers burying in his hair and scratching against his scalp as you try and fail to pull him away from your painfully sensitive pussy.

“S-Satoru-”, your voice breaks on a breathless moan when both pain and pleasure pull at your nerves and you can’t decide whether you want it to stop or to drown in the electricity buzzing throughout your entire body.
You’ve barely come down from what Geto did to you before and now Gojo is sucking on your clit like a man starved. It’s too much, way too much. You’d start thrashing if it wasn’t for Geto’s strong, tattooed arms suddenly coming up and snaking around your torso, keeping you fixated on top of him. His nose nuzzles into your neck and you can’t help your eyes rolling into the back of your head when you feel Geto’s sharp canines tracing your hammering pulse point below your ear.

“Be good for us, pet.”

Gojo can’t stop himself, the taste of you and Geto together is doing terrible things to him; he’s sure to have already soaked through the front of his sweats with how much his straining erection is leaking right now. He’s practically devouring you, the fact that you’re still cockwarming Geto doesn’t deter him in the slightest - quite the opposite, actually.
He brings one hand to your core, using his long fingers to splay your drooling cunt open, granting him more access to your leaking juices. The moan that leaves his lips is damn near animalistic and is only rivaled by the sound tearing from your throat.

“Fuuck, s-stop! Sato-”, another moan wrecks your vocal cords when Gojo attacks your clit with renewed fervor, the sensation in your core causing your vision to flash white and your body to shift between boneless and bowstring-tight. “Please… e-enough”, you barely manage to say while you try not to choke on your own saliva.
Your fingers scrape and pull at Gojo’s scalp, desperate to dispel the overstimulation coursing through and wrecking your entire body from the inside out. 

Gojo is merciful enough to grant you a moment of reprieve; he pulls back from your leaking hole, smacking his licks, sticky and wet with your mixed arousal. “Already tapping out on me, babe?”, he teases, leaning back on his haunches to straighten his spine and look at you in all your flushed and tear-stained glory.
Geto quickly catches on and brings one of his hands up to grab you by the jaw and tilt your head to face his best friend - God knows you need the added support, from what he can tell you’re barely able to hold your head up on your own. He’s not surprised to find your chin wet with a mix of your saliva and tears.

“Scooch her forward, Suguru. I want to check how well you prepped her for me.”

Wordlessly, Geto grabs you under each thigh and lifts you off his lap, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed and Gojo’s still kneeling form and face. You groan when you feel Geto’s cock slip out of you and immediately turn a deep crimson when you can feel the rush of cum swiftly following suit.

Gojo can do nothing but stare at your ravaged, twitching hole, positively hypnotized as he watches the thick trail of white ooze out of you and trickle all the way down to the blue silicone plug still buried deep in your ass. His cock twitches eagerly in his pants and he almost bites his lip bloody, trying to restrain himself and not just bury his stiff length all the way inside you until he can feel his balls press flush against your tailbone.

Licking his sore lip, he carefully grabs the wide base of the anal plug and begins to slowly pull it out. It doesn’t give easily, your greedy hole seemingly not wanting to let go of the toy. On top of Geto, still being held open by his rough, large hands, you begin to whine, throwing your head to the side and - out of sheer desperation to quiet your own pitiful cries - latch on to Geto’s corded neck, sucking ardently.
A deep hiss rumbles in Geto’s chest, vibrating softly against your lips as your mouth teases and prods and licks at his deliciously salty throat, moaning in unison with him.

Gojo finally removes the bright blue dildo from your puckered hole, surprised to find it smaller than the usual plugs Geto uses on you. No worries, though, he knows just the way to fix this. Making use of the generous amount of cum seeping from your pussy, Gojo doesn’t hesitate to cover his right middle and index fingers in the filthy mix of fluids, getting them all nice and wet. 

“Deep breath, sugar.” That’s the only warning he grants you, before he shoves his slicked fingers into your back entrance. They slide in easily and without any resistance whatsoever, but - God - do they reach deep. Gojo’s fingers may be slender, but they are long and strong and know just where to prod and stroke in order to pull the most pathetic noises from you. And if the flexing fingers in your ass weren’t bad enough for your battered mind and body already, Gojo chooses this exact moment to swipe his tongue through your cum covered folds and latch onto your clit once again.

And then he sucks.

Your psyche cracks open with a scream and you don’t even know whether the noise is only inside of your head or actually leaving your lips. Everything bleeds into one all-consuming sensation and you can do nothing but give yourself away to painful overstimulation and earth shattering pleasure.
You start crying when you can feel the coil in your core growing and pulling at your insides, forced to wind tighter and tighter by Gojo’s thrusting fingers and his talented tongue against your throbbing clit.

You try to speak, beg him to stop - to go harder, pray for release, but nothing other than spit and gibberish leave your mouth.

Your pitiful cries are music to Gojo’s ears, and he can’t help but smile against your fluttering cunt as he pulls back his fingers from your velvety insides, before shoving them back inside of you with a damn near sadistic force, all the way until he can feel your wetness on his knuckles.

“She’s almost there, Satoru. Don’t torture her so”, Geto instructs from above, voice tender and yet he watches you without a single ounce of pity in his mulberry eyes. Gojo certainly did pick up one or two things from him, it seems.
Not wanting to feel left out, Geto doesn’t miss out on the opportunity to play with your tits; kneading the soft flesh and gently playing with your straining nipples, careful to not hurt your still sensitive new piercings.

Your back pulls tight, practically arching off Geto’s chest in a twisted curve when you feel him tug at your piercings just in time with Gojo rolling your clit between his lips. The pulsing in your groin increases tenfold and by now you can feel your thundering heartbeat throughout your entire body. Your hands fly out and up, scrambling for purchase until eventually grabbing onto Geto’s silky, raven locks, your fingers scraping roughly over his scalp, uncaring for his comfort.

“Please!” The one and only word you can manage leaves your lips in a shout, full of desperation and need.

Gojo doesn’t need to be told twice. With outright twisted delight, he curls his fingers inside of your ass, again and again attacking the spot where he knows you can feel him rubbing against the connecting wall to your pussy. His other hand stops palming at his bulge, the urge to satisfy you burning brighter than appeasing his own needs. 
Blindly, without pulling away from your clit for even a second, he shoves three fingers inside of your drooling cunt, all the way up to his knuckles, and starts battering your insides with quick, unrelenting strokes that go in tandem with the fingers thrusting in and out of your ass.

The coil in your core shatters, brutally ripping apart everything inside of you as lightning strikes of pleasure jolt and shake your entire body. Your mind cuts out, not a single thought left in your head as you convulse on top of Geto and squirt against Gojo’s mouth and fingers.
Your muscles strain painfully, clenching and unclenching, not knowing how to get rid of this excess rush of energy as endorphins and adrenaline simultaneously flood your system and drown out everything else.
At some point your voice breaks off, jaw going slack at the same time as your body crumples on top of Geto. You’re nothing more than a sweaty, twitching mess and it takes more than a few ragged breaths for your mind to settle back into your body.

The first thing you note is the wet squelching sound echoing in the room; and when the numbness in your still pulsating core slowly melts away, you realize Gojo never stopped his onslaught on your overstimulated flesh.
You squirm and with your vision still blurry from unshed tears, you blindly reach between your legs, hoping - praying - to grab a hold of Gojo and make him stop this torturous madness. But, right as you are about to reach him, Gojo leaps to his feet, damn near throwing himself on top of you. 

His smooth chest is strong and cold against your heated skin, your stiff nipples rubbing deliciously against the lean expanse of his pectorals. Finally your vision clears, tears making way for the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever or will ever see.
There’s mischief sparkling in the bright twin irises, going hand in hand with the arrogant smirk tugging at Gojo’s luscious and wet lips.

Gojo’s eyes drop to the thin diamond choker around your neck. He got you the necklace as a gift, having gotten jealous after Toji had your skin permanently marked with his claim. From what you know the sparkling diamonds are very much real and very expensive. As sole heir to one of the richest families in the country, a necklace like that is mere peanuts to Gojo. He insisted on you wearing it, welding the band together in the back so that you’re unable to take it off alone.

Hooking one slender finger under the choker, Gojo pulls you up, forcing your head off of Geto’s shoulder and within a breath’s distance from his own. You meet him with an eager mouth, lips parted and tongue peeking out greedily. Your mouths meet in a groan, the kiss feverish and without any semblance of control. When a familiar taste hits your tastebuds, your eyes fly open. Just in time to see Gojo pulling back, grabbing your jaw and pulling your mouth open with his thumb.
Confusion pulls your eyebrows together, but instead of answering your silent question, Gojo angles your chin up and spits in your mouth. The heady taste of Geto’s cum and your own juices mixed together, sucked straight from your pussy, turning your insides molten.

Behind you, watching with a keen eye, Geto groans hoarsely. “You’re a pig, Satoru.”

“Can’t help it”, Gojo retorts, “You know I love sloppy seconds.”

You moan, the taste sending your mind spiraling further down into the never ending abyss of depravity. A fraction later you’re locked in another searing kiss with Gojo. Licking and sucking and biting with abandon, smearing both your lips with that sinful, sticky cocktail.

But, much to the dismay of you both, the kiss is quickly interrupted as Gojo is forcefully torn away from you. The strength with which he is pulled off your body is bordering on terrifying and your heart nearly leaps out of your chest from the sudden scare. However, fear is given no time to settle in your bones when a deep, baritone voice reaches your ears.

“Fuck did I tell ya, six-eyes?!”

Your face snaps upwards, to the source of that all too familiar sounding timbre and a soothing warmth blooms in your chest when your eyes settle on Toji Fushiguro’s towering form standing right in front of the bed - his bed. 
His venomous emerald gaze is fixed on Gojo, who is now scrambling back to his feet from the bedroom floor he got thrown onto a moment earlier. There’s an aggressive sneer pulling at Toji’s lips, the scar at the right corner of his mouth stretching taut.

“Serves you right for being late, old man.”

Gojo certainly has a death wish. And Toji doesn’t seem to be too opposed to granting him just that - right here and right now. Your body shifts slightly and you can feel Geto draw in an exhausted sounding breath of air below you. He must think the same way about his best friend’s loose mouth.
Sensing the growing tension in the room, you gingerly inch forward, careful not to entirely fall off Geto with how weak your limbs still are from the back to back climaxes forced upon you earlier.

“...Toji”, your voice is nothing more than a quiet whisper. Every vowel is still raw and hoarse coming from you, and yet Toji immediately notices your arguably weak attempt at getting his attention. Seemingly having forgotten Gojo, your roommate turns back to face you, the tension easing slightly from his face once he sees your expression. So full of yearning and adoration. For him. Only ever for him.

A smirk plays at his lips. “Did’ya miss me, princess?”

“Yes.” Your answer is immediate and without a shred of doubt. A hushed sound at most, and yet such a clear testament to your infatuation with the raven-haired man. To say you’re obsessed with him is a blatant understatement - an impudent lie.
“I always miss you”, you add in an effort to prove your point and feeling no shame while doing so.

Now this actually makes Toji smile. He’s trained you so well. You’re his most perfect toy and he can’t get enough of you. He never can and probably never will. 

Licking his lips, he fully turns towards you now, taking a step closer to the edge of the bed before reaching out with his big, muscly arm and grabbing you by the throat. While the touch certainly oozes dominance and power, there’s a certain gentleness to it that Toji only bothers to offer to you - no one else is worthy.
Pulling you closer to him, he doesn’t hesitate to slant his lips over yours in a deep, claiming kiss. Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into the kiss, your stomach doing somersaults from this comparatively innocent act alone. But you just can’t help it. Every time Toji touches you, kisses you, licks you… it’s as if your whole world draws in and centers around him. He’s the only constant in your life now that you want and need.

Toji pulls away from your mouth and can’t help but grin when he can feel your thundering pulse hammering against his fingers still possessively splayed around your throat.
“Who do you belong to?”, he asks, gaze focused solely on the palpable emotions swimming in your eyes.

“You”, you reply, smiling.

Both arrogance and pride dance across Toji’s features, satisfied, he turns his face away from you for a brief moment. “Hear that, bastard? Best not forget your place”, he growls in Gojo’s direction before looking back at you and studying your features, your naked, flushed figure still perched atop Geto who’s reverted back to his usual quiet, non-confrontational self.

You think you can hear Gojo scoff behind Toji, but you pay him no mind. The growing hunger evident in Toji’s veridian gaze is way more interesting to you than any of Gojo’s complaints.

“Why don’t ya show us, dove. Show me and these two fools why it’ll always be me .”

Eagerly you nod, not even giving Toji the chance to request anything in particular before you scoot off Geto’s lap (all the while not trying to cringe at the insane amount of stickiness in between your legs) and position yourself flat on your back on Toji’s mattress.
With your head hanging off the edge of the bed.

Toji nearly proposes to you on the spot. God, you’re perfect . A damn near feral grin splits his lips, his sharp canines shining brightly in the low light of the few dimly lit lamps.
A wordless glance is exchanged between Gojo and Geto - they’re gonna have to sit this one out. That much is clear.
Licking his lips, Toji steps up to your head. But instead of pulling down his white baggy pants and freeing his already straining erection, he bends down at the hip and steals a quick kiss off your lips once more. It’s quite evident that you’re not the only one obsessed with their roommate.

Sensing movement on the bed, Toji peaks up from one thick row of lashes, leveling Gojo - currently inching closer to your spread legs - with an intense stare. You notice none of that, too occupied with peppering Toji’s chin with featherlight kisses.

“Touch her and you’re dead, Gojo.”

For whatever sick reason, the threat to his friend makes you moan . Those past few months since you and Toji first had sex had really altered your brain chemistry; there’s barely anything left from that shy and innocent you from the past.

Only when Gojo finally slumps back against the headboard, every feature of him visibly annoyed, Toji straightens back up and returns his focus to you. Your lips are swollen from God knows what these two bastards did to you before, beautiful and wet and rosy. Not to mention parted in the middle, eagerly waiting for his hard, throbbing length.
And he doesn’t want to make you wait any longer. He can clearly see how ravaged you already are. Pity he missed the show.

“Open wide for me, dollface.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Swiping your tongue over your lips one last time, you lean your head back further over the edge and open your mouth, pink tongue greedily lolling out. There’s the brief sound of shifting clothes just before you can finally taste Toji’s glorious cock on your tongue. Moaning, you close your eyes right as you close your lips around his leaking head. He will always be my favorite , you think and begin to suck.

A deep, pleased rumble vibrates out of Toji’s wide chest. He lets his eyes roam over your naked body, pierced and covered in bruises and bitemarks. But no mark is as permanent as the one he had Geto tattoo right on top of your shaved pubic mound. His cock twitches eagerly as he reads over the letters - bold and black. A stark contrast to your unmarred skin there.
His eyes are pulled back to your mouth when you drag your flattened tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock, right where you know he loves most.

“Fuck, look at ya”, he praises, stroking two fingers over your hollowed out cheek. “Such a pretty girl.”

You mewl at the praise, growing impossibly wetter from it and most likely leaking on the bed sheets below.

Toji’s hand travels over your jaw, stroking down your throat, over the thin diamond choker Gojo put on you some time ago. An idea dawns on him and it manifests itself as a vicious sneer on his lips.

“Let’s see whether we can reach this silly, little necklace, aight?”

As if on cue, you tilt your head slightly in order to get the right angle. With one last deep breath, you actively relax your throat around Toji’s impossibly thick cock and after only two more long thrusts you can feel him slip past that tight ring of muscles in your throat.
Toji’s head falls back on a moan when he can feel the increased pressure engulfing his shaft, the suction around it. Grabbing your head with both hands, he snaps his hips forward, burying his entire length inside of your hot mouth. All the way until his balls rub against your nose.

Your eyes cross, the lack of oxygen causing your head to grow heavier with each of Toji’s unforgiving thrusts. A loud laugh bellows from above and your core throbs . God, even his laugh turns you on at this point.

“See that, six-eyes?! Just because ya can touch her or put those stupid fuckin’ diamonds on her doesn’t mean jackshit!”, Toji practically roars at his friend, never stopping the harsh pistoning of his hips into your mouth. He can already feel your saliva trickle down to his balls. A hand lands on top of your throat, grabbing at the ridiculously large bulge visible from your esophagus, straining with each of his thrusts. “She belongs to me only, hear that?!” The clear edge of possessiveness in his tone is almost enough to make you cum, fingers and toes digging into the sheets below, clenching and curling. You hum in agreement.

“Same goes for ya, Geto”, Toji adds, throwing a quick glance at him leaning against the wall, utterly naked and watching intently. Geto merely shrugs and holds both hands up in defeat, “I know my place in this”, is all he says.

A particularly vicious thrust has your throat clamping shut and you choke around Toji’s hard cock. Instinctually your hands fly up to his forearms, grabbing blindly at his corded muscles, leaving bright red scratch marks while doing so. 

“She can’t breathe, asshole”, Gojo chimes in from a few feet away. Toji looks at his friend, disinterested. Gojo is laying spread out against the headboard, feet crossed, one hand behind his head while the other leisurely strokes his cock against his taut stomach.

“She can take it”, Toji decides. There’s an almost insane glint to his eyes, if you could see it, it’d probably scare you… or turn you on even more. To prove his point, Toji thrusts his hips forward one last time, burying every single inch of his cock behind your lips and then he keeps you there, holding your head tightly in his ridiculously large hands, fingers entangled in your sweaty locks. A low moan spills from his lips when he feels your throat convulse around him, your desperate attempts to swallow merely providing him with more stimulation.
He eyes the necklace with a leer, the diamonds pulling tight and biting into your skin from the giant bulge of his cock in your throat. Pleased, Toji licks the scar at the corner of his mouth.

When he notices spit start to bubble and froth from the corners of your mouth, he finally decides to be merciful and pulls back, his twitching cock slipping easily from your slacked jaw. A delicious string of saliva follows his swollen cockhead, Toji eyes the thin string for a moment before he steps back from you and watches it rip and fall back against your puffy lips.

You take in a few hectic, ragged breaths; your lungs immediately starting to burn from the sudden influx of oxygen. A few short coughs escape you and you quickly roll onto your stomach to ease the strain off your airways. You close your eyes and try to focus on calming your thundering heart. The sound of your racing pulse is disturbingly loud in your ears and your entire body is on high alert from almost blacking out just now.

Opening your eyes again, you come face to face with Toji. He’s crouched in front of the bed, an almost warm smile playing on his lips as not a single shred of guilt can be found on his features.
Because, why would he apologize?

You love this treatment.

“Ya did so well for me, princess”, he says, rewarding you with a soothing array of kisses all over your face. On your mouth - of course -  on your tear-soaked cheeks each and lastly one longing kiss on your forehead.
Your cheeks grow warm from his so rarely shown adoration. “Thank you, Toji”, you mumble, wiping your mouth and chin with the back of your hand, still trying to hide your blush.

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest”, Gojo cuts in, rolling his eyes from where he has to watch Toji live his dream - not that he would ever tell him that. He likes his head attached to his body.

“Your jealousy is showing, Satoru”, Geto chuckles and pushes himself away from the wall, walking towards you three on Toji’s large king-sized bed.
Gojo merely clicks his tongue in annoyance, angry to be called out by his best friend.

“Poor Gojo, seems like the rich clan heir can’t get whatever he wants after all”, Toji mocks, the air of arrogance around him growing.
He’s just about to accost Gojo some more, when sudden yelp on your part makes him pause and bring his attention back to you.

Your face is pressed against the sheets below, some of the linen caught between your teeth as you try and fail to keep your desperate moans down. Your ass arches off the bed just as Geto buries his fingers back into your quivering cunt again. His other hand keeps holding you open to give him better access to your sopping heat, the flesh from your ass spilling from between his long, tattooed fingers.

“Look at how wet she got from sucking your cock, Toji”, Geto snickers and holds his hand up, his manicured fingers covered in your slick.
At the end of the bed, Gojo groans hoarsely before grabbing his cock tightly around the base. If he doesn’t get his cock wet in the next few minutes he’s actually going to go insane.

A scoff rolls off Toji’s lips as his eyes keep wandering between your pitiful frame crumpled on his bed and Geto’s wet fingers. Which the latter now promptly pops into his mouth and eagerly sucks off with seemingly never ending delight.
You look up at Toji, practically having hearts in your eyes. Eyes full of hunger and need.

“Greedy thing, aren’t ya?” He seems amused - luckily.

“I need more”, you confirm, trying to push yourself up on your hands, but your arms tremble and almost buckle from your weight.
The brief intermission granted by Toji may not have given you much time to recover your stamina (or sanity, for that matter), but it wreaked terrible havoc on your libido. The need for release pulsating in your veins now returning with a vengeance. Especially with Toji now being here, you can’t wait to feel his veiny cock stretch out your pussy until your moans turn into sobs and your mind shatters from the reality-altering orgasms he always provides you with.

Toji studies you for a moment. Usually he would not let you off so easily and just give in to your requests, after all, it’s way too much fun to break you first; but seeing how you’re practically begging for it right now and how well and utterly Geto and Gojo must’ve wrecked your body and mind before he arrived, he decides to make an exception today. Granted, his complaining and steadily aching cock might have helped with that decision, but who really cares in the end?
With quick and trained movements, he takes his black compression shirt off in one fluid motion, discarding it somewhere on the floor. His pants are the next to follow.

Drool pools in your mouth as you gaze upon Toji’s naked body in the dimly lit room. Every muscle taut and straining, from the bulging biceps in his arms, over the broad expanse of his rippling abs and the sharp V of his hips. The V that so beautifully frames his magnificent cock. Thick and long and veiny and with a neatly trimmed base, his erection still glistens from your earlier blowjob.
You actually manage to push yourself up this time, eagerly sitting up and waiting for Toji’s instructions, your tits spilling out from between your arms.

“I’m feeling awfully generous today. So get in there, Gojo”, Toji provides with a short nod in your direction. 

A mere breath later, two strong arms wrap around your torso and pull you back against a warm chest.

“Her cunt’s mine though, ya don’t touch that today.”

Your insides pulse at the declaration, eagerly clenching around nothing as they impatiently yearn for the fullness only Toji’s cock can grant.
“Don’t forget about me, sweetheart”, Gojo’s voice cuts through your hyperfocus, pulling your attention away from the jewel of your obsession and back to the man laying below you. Gojo isn’t as muscular as Toji, but his body is still large and full of hard, ridged muscles. And Gosh , his eyes. As soon as you look into his sky-blue irises you slowly but surely seem to forget everything around you. On instinct, you twist your head around and meet his mouth in a searing kiss.

Gojo groans as soon as he feels you lick into his mouth, one of his hands immediately coming up to take hold of throat - right atop his diamond embedded choker. He pulls you closer, urging you to ease more of your weight onto his chest, his unoccupied hand now stroking a feverish line down the front or your body. He circles your navel (he knows you’re sensitive there) and then he encourages you to push your legs apart by gently nudging your inner thighs.

You don’t question anything in this situation, your mind is going hazy again on the prospect of having all three of these beautiful men tonight - hopefully all at the same time.
Your back rests against Gojo’s front, your two bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle, and while you spread your sore legs as far as you can, you bury your hands back in Gojo’s ridiculously soft hair - all the while never breaking the filthy, spit-laden kiss with him.

Impatience burns in your core and you can’t help but rub yourself against Gojo’s cock, the hard flesh standing proudly between your legs. The kiss between you breaks as Gojo ushers a sharp hiss, the hot air cooling quickly against your wet lips.
Your eyes flutter open, immediately caught in the infinite blue of Gojo’s. “Please, Satoru”, you beg on an exhale.

The hand between your legs reaches lower, but your gaze stays locked on his. And when you can finally feel him breach your tight back entrance, still wet and loose from his previous ministrations, your mouth drops in a silent gasp.
Gojo mirrors your sound, only deeper, more guttural, and captures your lips again, biting and sucking, all while never easing the upwards movement of his hips. His cock practically bullies your insides open, inch after inch after inch. The length of Gojo’s cock still makes your mouth water to this day.

Toji continues staring, leering as your asshole slowly stretches wider and wider around his friend’s cock. His own erection twitches eagerly. Usually, he’s not someone who likes sharing, but in your case, being able to watch you being so utterly defiled and ruined by himself and two more men is fulfilling some sinister, sadistic fantasy of his and turns him on just so, so much.
You’re nothing like the shy roommate he used to know. Barely a shred of her remains. There’s only a cockhungry vixen in your place now.

Knowing that he is the cause of this shift… it does things to him .

Still, it’s time to remind you who owns you.

The bed dips under his heavy weight. Not that you would notice, you’re too busy sucking on Gojo’s tongue to note anything other than that. A quick glance to the side answers Toji’s unspoken question of what Geto is doing right now, after all there’s still room on the mattress for one more. But his friend seems content with watching you three and lazily stroking his cock in tandem with Gojo’s slow thrusts.

Always the voyeurist.

Toji’s hands land on your still bruised thighs, the width of his palms so large they seem to nearly engulf your limbs whole. The touch seems to stir something in you as your eyes, watery and almost delirious, flutter open to slowly shift sideways and meet his own dark gaze.

Right on time with Gojo finally bottoming out in your ass, Toji slaps his heavy erection on your puffy pussy lips. You jerk away and throw your head forward, now fully facing forward - to the object of your hunger, to Toji.

“Almost thought ya forgot me there, doll”, Toji taunts, a devilish grin on his face as he uses one of his hands to press down on his cock and push his leaking head against your clit. Simultaneously Gojo’s hands snake around your torso and begin to lightly play and tug at your sensitive nipples. Your mouth falls open in a voiceless sigh, but you refuse to let your vision wander, too captivating is the towering wall of muscles and scars in between your legs.

“Do I need to remind ya of what's written here?”, Toji looks down, to the apex of your thighs and you don’t hesitate to follow his gaze. A needy throbbing settles deep in your core and quickly turns your insides molten yet again.

Right there, right above your pussy is your newest and most cherished addition to yourself. Written in bold black letters, the ink etched permanently under your skin for all days to come: Toji’s hole.

You lick your lips and keep staring at the tattoo, at Toji’s cock hovering right above it. Yes, this is how it’s supposed to be. You’re his and this pussy belongs only to him.
Your blood heats with urgency and you can feel your cunt leak down onto Gojo’s cock stuffing your ass. If this waiting game continues you will go insane. (If you haven’t already.)

“Give it to me already”, you demand, still not able to look away from Toji’s tip now leaking precum onto your tattoo. “I need to feel you, Toji”, you add and shift your hips down by merely a few inches. But these few inches are more than enough to cause Gojo’s cock to reach an even deeper part inside of you, your tight hole fully swallowing his thick length up until his balls press flush against it. You both tense, moaning in unison as the pressure in both your cores increases practically tenfold.

“Well aren’t ya hungry today, princess. One cock doesn’t satisfy ya anymore?”, Toji sneers down at you but nonetheless lining up his tip with your drooling entrance. Drooling only for him. Only ever for him. “S’fine though, I’m right here.”

Your insides clench in anticipation of the stretch. Geto’s cock with all his piercings is amazing, but there’s just something about that endless stretch, the utter fullness of Toji’s cock kissing your cervix that no one besides him can give you, try as they might.

“Eyes on me.”

Your body follows Toji’s command before your mind is even able to register what it’s being told. Everything about you is trained to listen to him, to do as he pleases and give him whatever he wants and more. He possesses everything that makes you you. Mind, body and wretched soul.

Toji licks his teeth, the bold adoration in your eyes sends shivers creeping up his back and his restraint spiraling. He can’t get enough of it. Never can. You make him feel like a dark God.
His hands land on both sides of your pussy, spreading it to his liking and almost losing his grip from how slippery it is. Your weeping hole, his hole, clenches around nothing, practically begging to be filled, to swallow every single inch of him like it has done so many times before already.

And Toji obliges.

He gives you no warning before he lines up his cock, pushes his tip past the tight ring of your entrance and then shoves himself inside in one smooth stroke, all the way until he can feel your womb press against him.
The moan that leaves your mouth is nothing short of animalistic, only Toji’s sinfully deep growl manages to cut through the loud noise. Below you, Gojo struggles just as much; the added pressure of his friend’s cock in your pussy pressing against his own is almost too much and he can’t stop himself from crashing over the edge with an equally hoarse moan. His teeth latch onto the curve between your neck and shoulder, almost desperately trying to stifle his moan - but to no avail.

You feel the rush of hot liquid shoot deep inside your ass, the added lubrication feeling divine as Gojo continues to shallowly thrust up inside you, never once getting any softer. His stamina and the seemingly infinite amount of cum he has never fail to amaze you.

“Already blowing ya load, six-eyes?”, Toji temporarily stills his movement between your legs, shooting a devastating glare down and past your shoulders. The derision in his voice is near palpable. But Gojo’s endless confidence doesn’t take even the slightest hit from Toji’s harsh words.

“That’s rich coming from the only guy in the room who hasn’t made her cum yet”, he shoots right back.

The vein that pops out of Toji’s forehead is damn near artistic. You can feel the anger radiating off of him in waves and if you didn’t know him so well the sight alone would be enough to scare you within an inch of your life. Instead, in your twisted mind, it merely heats up your blood some more and sends more needy desire thrumming through your veins. Gosh, you want to get your lips on this delicious man. Lick him and kiss him and mark him as yours just as he has marked you as his.

Toji is pissed, pissed because his friend - like usually - keeps running his stupid fucking mouth at him and he’s pissed because for once Gojo is actually right . Which is a damn shame! And something he needs to correct - immediately.

“Well, now you did it, Satoru”, Geto chimes in from the side, stepping up to the bed, but still making no attempt to get on and join just yet. He likes to watch you fall apart between his two closest friends, how small you look compared to them and yet how well you handle their large bodies. How you swallow up every inch of them and love every second of it. His cock twitches in his hand, eager to join.

Toji’s knuckles itch with the urge to bury themselves in his friend’s grinning mouth. But his aggressive appraisal shifts from Gojo to your face looking up at him and the dreamy expression in your eyes has every single shred of rage evaporating off of him within a mere few heartbeats.
Shit, she has me wrapped around her little finger , Toji thinks before promptly leaning in and shoving his tongue down your waiting mouth. He begins moving his hips in tandem with the filthy dance of your tongues. Gojo (now thankfully quiet) immediately joins in and quickly finds a rhythm that works just perfectly with Toji’s deep thrusts.

Your mouth parts in a breathless gasp as soon as he starts to move, the sound promptly swallowed by Toji’s greedy mouth. You’re so full, the stretch of both your holes, the two giant cocks buried deep inside you, it’s heaven and hell at the same time. The onslaught of sensations on your body is a mere fraction away from bordering on painful. But you’re wet and loose enough to be able to accommodate both men.
Nevertheless, your core is barely able to keep up. Every stroke has your insides seizing and your toes curling. Jolts upon jolts of pleasure shoot up your spine, arching your back in a tense curve as Toji now increases the speed and strength with which he hammers your pussy. Gojo doesn’t need instructions, he wordlessly follows his lead, gravelly moans now spilling past his rosy lips, ghosting over the damp skin on your neck and swiftly pulling goosebumps from your flesh.

“Fuck, look at ya”, Toji grunts, aiming a particularly vicious thrust right at the spot above your cervix where he knows you absolutely lose your mind, “Taking us both like that, ya like that?”

A mewl is the only answer you can provide, your fragile mind having shattered once more due to the assault on every single one of your senses. Your brain is helplessly overwhelmed by the flood of nerves firing off.

“God she’s so obsessed with you, Toji. Can you feel how tight she gets every time you speak to her?”, Gojo grunts from below you as he refocuses his attention to your neglected tits. The piercings so beautifully adorning your stiff peaks.

“Damn right she is.”

Your eyes cross once you feel Toji’s hand land on your ignored clit, the small bud throbbing and pulsating with the need to be touched and played with. Even though overstimulation is still gnawing its teeth at the edge of your senses, you can’t help the needy whine that escapes your lips.
Something primal seems to take over your body, your hips now raising and meeting their thrusts with renewed fervor. It’s as if the need to cum has overwritten your exhaustion. Wet smacking sounds echo in the room, spit and cum and slick all mixed together, clinging to every connected inch of skin between the three of you.

Trembling, you raise your legs up and snake them around Toji’s hips, the movement proving near impossible with how boneless all of your limbs feel by now. But you can’t help it, you need him nearer, as close as he can get. Your ankles band together right above his tailbone and you quickly use the heel of your right foot to press against his lean ass, pressing him deeper into you - never enough.

Almost on instinct, Toji’s free hand lands on your thigh, gripping the supple flesh so tightly you’re certain there'll be bruises blooming from his fingertips by tomorrow. Pleasure twists deep in your core, pulling everything inside you taut, as if drawn together by invisible strings.
Your eyes threaten to roll back and lose focus, but Toji wouldn’t be Toji if he'd let that happen so easily. A swift slap across your cheek has your vision clearing (if only a fraction) and jerking back towards his face. Tears rim the edges of your lashes, sparkling like tiny diamonds and making you look beyond ethereal. 

To him you certainly are just that.

“Don’t ya dare look away, baby. I want ya right looking at me when you cum around my cock”, Toji rasps, voice equally strained from the delicious pressure of your pussy around him. Each stroke has your walls fluttering and tightening, as if never wanting to let him pull back. It’s his favorite place on earth.

A delirious, small nod is all you can manage. You’re overwhelmed with everything happening to you, everything being done to you. Gojo’s playing with your sensitive nipples, the two fat cocks buried so deep inside of your holes as well as the circles Toji’s calloused thumb keeps drawing on your throbbing clit. There’s not a single moment of respite in it for you and you’re having trouble keeping your lungs filled with enough oxygen.
In a desperate attempt to ground yourself, your teeth burrow into your bottom lip and for a few seconds the pain does help to center yourself and keep your mind from floating out of your body. But then one of Gojo’s hands snakes around you, his slender fingers swiftly pulling your sore lip free from your teeth.

“Shh, sweetheart”, he coos from behind you, “Don’t hurt your beautiful mouth.”

His gentle command sends a fresh wave of tingling heat coursing through your veins. And when his tongue suddenly draws a long stripe up the side of your neck, right along your pulse, that heat promptly sets aflame, threatening to consume you whole as you writhe and struggle between Gojo’s lean frame and Toji’s towering one above.
A deep, baritone groan answers your shifting limbs, but you’re so out of it you can’t even pinpoint who of the three males made the rumbling sound.

Toji notices your wandering sanity, and - whether to punish or to reward you, you don’t know - doesn’t hesitate to change the rhythm of his thumb swiping over your clit. He’s intent on finishing you off; the throbbing, little numb, so pink and swollen, makes his mouth water. Your body is barely holding on, only the few shreds remaining of your sanity and some primal, sheer will seem to hold it together still. And Toji is dead set on making you fall apart.

A tortured mewl parts your lips upon Toji’s renewed fervor on your clit. However, the whiny sound quickly dies in your throat when Gojo suddenly pushes two of his fingers past your swollen lips and presses the soft pads of his long digits against your tongue. He keeps them hooked there, exerting the slightest bit of pressure to keep your mouth open and you panting like a needy, pathetic slut.

You’re crying now, the tears running down your flushed cheeks in tiny, salty rivers before they meet at your chin and fall down. But you know better than to avert your eyes from Toji’s darkened gaze looming above you. Channeling every ounce of strength left in your battered body, you refocus your vision on Toji’s handsome face and double down on the press of your thighs around his pistoning hips - he won’t break you that easily.
A smile so wicked it could almost be considered a sneer splits Toji’s handsome features and pulls at his scar as he watches you. Your obsession with him is threatening to ruin him and he wouldn’t give two shits if it were to come to that.

Never once breaking eye contact, you make a show of swirling your tongue around Gojo’s fingers before closing your lips around them and sucking . Immediately you can feel Toji’s thrusting lose rhythm and his cock twitch deep inside of you.
Gojo doesn’t seem to notice the tension between you two, he keeps battering your ass with long strokes and whispering praise and sweet nothings against your neck, which is making it so hard for you to keep your gaze locked on the man above you. You’re so close to falling apart.

Only Geto catches on to whatever silent battle you two are partaking in right now.

“Careful, Toji”, he chimes in, “She’s insatiable.”

Toji merely clicks his tongue, the gesture might seem disapproving, but you know better. You’ve learned to read him and his body language better than anybody else and you know for a fact that he’s currently barely able to keep holding on to the reins he has of his restraint. As much as he wants to break you, you want to unleash him just as much.
Nothing gives you more pleasure.

“We’ll see about that.” Toji’s growled response has an entirely new wave of shivers erupting all across your body. He angles his massive body back, breaking eye contact with you and letting his gaze travel over your flushed and bruised form instead. His next thrust pushes you so hard against Gojo, that you can feel his sharp bones digging into your backside.

A feverish moan starts in your throat, but the strangled sound ends right at Gojo’s spit slicked fingers massaging your tongue.

“Press down on her stomach, Gojo”, Toji instructs and before you can even realize what is happening, Gojo’s long fingers splay all over the delicate skin below your navel. He presses down and all your nerves are set on fire as the pressure in your core damn near doubles.

“Holy shit man, I can feel your dick inside her”, Gojo hisses, alternating the pressure in between his fingers and pressing down against the slight bulge in your abdomen.

“Damn right”, Toji licks his canines, “Now hold her.”

Enough teasing now. Toji needs to feel you cum around him within the next minute or he’ll lose his goddamn mind. He removes his thumb from your clit and instead presses the calloused palm of his right hand flat against your bundle of nerves. It only takes a few strokes and then his hand is soaked in your juices.

“So fucking wet for me, what a good whore. My good whore.”

You choke on your own spit as soon as Toji starts moving his hand in earnest. Quick, heavy strokes from left to right. Again and again and again. The pressure is too much on your poor, abused clit. It’s all too much. Your two stuffed holes clench and drool around their fat cocks, spilling more and more slick as you desperately struggle and try to get away from Toji’s rough palm. But Gojo now uses both of his hands to keep you pinned atop him, unable to escape even an inch as Toji forces your climax to coil and build tighter - whether you want it or not.

“Fuck , look at her, she’s drooling.” Geto’s voice doesn’t even penetrate through the thick fog clouding your mind. You can barely breathe with how tense your entire body is going, your legs practically strangling Toji’s hips as your fingers dig bloody crescents into Gojo’s forearms. 
A tug on your hair has your eyes momentarily refocus and blink through the thick layer of tears. Geto has gotten on the bed next to Gojo’s head and is now holding your head up by your hair and chin, angling it in a way that forces you to look up at Toji.

The bastard smirks down at you, grinning at your pitiful form and then he increases the pace of his hand once again. Your inner muscles tighten and cramp around his and Gojo’s cock, droplets of your slick fly from his rapidly moving hand, coating his flexing abdomen and corded forearm.
He presses down against your clit, grinding his palm against the overworked nub of pleasure. Relentless and without an ounce of mercy for you.

“Come on, give it to me, doll.”

Toji’s command is your undoing. You shatter, your mind and body are torn to pieces as you come under and around the two men. Your vision goes black, whether from your eyes rolling back or from your brain short-circuiting, you have no idea. Every sensation hits your body at once as all your senses simultaneously become helplessly overloaded with pure, carnal pleasure.

The wild fluttering of your walls almost sends Toji over the edge as well, but he’s not finished with you yet. Instead of succumbing to the wet suction of your cunt, he keeps his thrusts steady and deep, pointed right at your most sensitive spot, and his palm rubbing in rapid fire strokes, to draw out your orgasm for as long as possible. 
The noise you bestow him with is anything but graceful; a sobbing, choked moan that seems to damn near tear your throat apart judging from how hoarse your voice sounds. But God does it satisfy the filthy animal inside of him.

Your moaning is quickly joined by Gojo, though the bastard tries to silence his own climax by burying his teeth in the muscle between your neck and shoulder as he rides out his own waves while filling your ass with more of his hot cum.

Geto does a great job of keeping your head straight, giving Toji a prime view of your spit covered, slacked jaw and your delirious eyes drowning in puddles of your own tears. It’s beautiful, the way your pupils are blown so wide it looks like the black has devoured any and all color from your irises. It makes you look high and Toji loves that he is the cause of that. It feeds and strokes his ego in the darkest and most delicious ways possible.

Your legs have gone slack around Toji’s hips. The twitching limbs almost slipping off his sides if it wasn’t for his large hands to wrap around your calves to keep them pinned in place while your entire body continues to get shaken by wave after wave of tremors. Toji slows his thrusting to an almost standstill, choosing to bask in the glory of your post-orgasm shivers rather than chase his own pleasure.
His own breathing has become labored and a thin sheen of sweat has settled on top of his chest. Your fluttering walls have made it harder for him to stave off his climax than he would care to admit. 

But he’s not done yet.

Geto lets go of your head, and - unsurprisingly - you lack the strength to hold it up by yourself for even a second, so the back of it quickly collides with Gojo’s hard shoulder. The diamond choker he got for you now stretching and digging tightly into your arched neck, it almost looks like a collar.
The rapid rising and falling of your chest finally calms down a bit, though your muscles haven’t stopped twitching yet. Gojo can easily recognize every single time a wave of aftershocks travels through your body. You lay limply on top of him, finally having let go of his now scratched and bloody forearms - not that he minds the marks though.

“You still in there, pet?”, Geto coos and pats the side of your face with gentle affection. “I know you are, come on, open wide for me.”

Your mind is a scrambled mess. Every single thought has been wiped clean and if you dare and try to form a new one you don’t get very far. While your vision is blurry and your entire body feels limp and boneless, Geto’s soothing voice still manages to get through to you. Without even opening your eyes, you part your lips, providing easy entrance for the man with the pierced cock to push his leaking tip against your tongue. Since your head is bent over backwards you can finally feel his metal piercings rub against your wet muscle. The sensation sends shivers creeping up your sweat slicked spine.

“Fuck, Suguru, are you gonna join in?”, Gojo groans against your neck before sucking a bruise right on top of your hammering pulse. His blue eyes are blown wide and almost as delirious looking as yours, God knows how many times he came in your ass already.

“Yes, she’s going to have to take all three of us”, he says, lining up his pierced tip with your waiting, drooling mouth. But before he plunges in, he quickly reaches behind him, pulling two things out from under one of the pillows. He hands them both to Toji.

“Here, I know you want one more from her”, Geto places the tiny hot pink bullet vibrator with the long tail as well as the Hitachi magic wand into Toji’s outstretched hand.

Toji can’t help but bark a ruthless laugh, even he is caught off guard by Geto seemingly having planned all this, judging by the way he had these two toys so readily within reach.
“You wicked, sadistic fucker”, he praises his friend, waisting no time before spitting on the small bullet and notching it in your entrance, his cock still buried deep inside your swollen pussy. It takes a bit of finding the right angle and then he’s pushing the devious device inside of you, all the way until he can feel it lodged between his sensitive tip and your cervix.

A whiny sound is all the noise you can manage, your cunt still overstimulated and numb from the previous assault on it. It hasn’t been long since your last orgasm and you’re still too out of it to really realize what is going on - what’s about to happen to you.

Toji shares a quick glance with Geto, who now has his hands placed along your jaw, angling your head further back, with your tongue swiping light kitten licks over his velvety tip.
Licking his lips, Toji presses on the tiny button at the end of the bullet's tail sticking out and the toy whirrs to life inside your core and against his cock.

You jerk on top of Gojo and instinctively try to close your legs and shut out the sensation. But to no avail, Gojo is clutching your knees up and apart from behind, his long fingers digging into your sweaty skin as he draws your legs up until they’re almost level with your chest.
The scream erupting from your throat is drowned out by Toji’s rough moan and Geto’s heavy dick shoving past your lips. Your eyes shoot open in shock but the only thing you can manage to make out through your tears are the rows of piercings disappearing above you. Your airways are quickly blocked off and your hands fly to Geto’s thickly corded thighs to gain any semblance of purchase.

“Oh fuck - ’s too intense”, Toji groans and begins thrusting again. Hard, intentful strokes reaching all the way inside until they hit the vibrating toy pressed snugly against your womb. “Fuck, she’s so tight right now.”
The squelching sounds coming from your pussy are music to his ears and when Gojo quickly joins in and starts pounding away at your asshole, they only intensify.

“Do you hear that, sweetheart? You’re so wet for us, taking us all so well-”, Gojo interrupts himself with a hoarse moan. The way your body desperately clenches and unclenches around him is quickly building him up to another orgasm. Gosh, he can never get enough of you and your delicious insides. Everything about you is perfect.

Geto is ruthless in the way he claims your mouth. He only pulls out once to grant you a deep breath of air, before he plunges forward and shoves his entire cock down your throat. He doesn’t care that you gag and sputter around him, that your spit froths at the corners of your mouth and sticks to his balls as they slap against your face with each devious thrust of his.
He damn near bites his lips bloody from trying to control himself not to choke you, he knows how much you can take and right now you are at the very edge of your limit.

Toji watches in awe, a dark, sinister pleasure coiling and winding deep inside of him, as you’re entirely and utterly defiled by him and his two friends. If this isn’t the purest form of love then he doesn't know what else is.
Grabbing the Hitachi wand, he presses the bulbous head of the toy right against your clit, just below that beautiful tattoo marking his claim on your body (and entire being).

You’re trying to hold on to your sanity and consciousness, your nails digging into Geto’s thighs a physical manifestation of that tenacity. Every fiber of your being is alive and on fire, the pleasure flooding your body has taken over every rational part of your mind, leaving behind only a being made of primal needs and dark, unrestrained lust begging to be released.
As the three men pound away at your eager body, you can’t tell where you end and they begin. Everything is bleeding together and warping into one giant coil of lust, a string pulling tightly at your center. 
If you had any conscious thought left, you’d fear what happens when it snaps.

But the universe doesn’t grant you the time to ponder that - Toji doesn’t grant it to you.

He switches the vibrator on and pushes it against your clit, grinding it up and down, never once losing focus on the swollen and certainly overstimulated bundle of nerves.
You scream around Geto’s cock, body going so taut you fear every single fiber of muscle will tear from overexertion. Gagging when Geto only pushes in deeper before he finally stills and lets out an equally rough noise. His dick swells and twitches against your tongue and lips, shooting his cum so deeply into your throat you don’t even get to taste it.

On mere instinct alone, you swallow. Eyes widening from the strain of everything happening to you. Then Geto pulls out of your drooling mouth and the sudden influx of oxygen to your brain is your final undoing.

Your body arches off of Gojo in a perfect curve and you don’t even have the strength left to make any noise as both your body and soul crack and burst from the inside out. The fragile construct remaining of your mind is swallowed up by molten lava as everything inside and around shatters.
A fiery tsunami of pleasure tears you apart and rips you from your body, taking yourself with it in the process, leaving behind nothing except a shell of convulsing, leaking flesh..

The last thing you feel are Toji and Gojo both pushing into your deepest parts, as far as they can go, before cumming hot and hard, their seed filling you up to the brim and then overflowing around their two cocks.

And then everything goes black for you.

Your body collapses on top of Gojo, every single limb and muscle going slack at once as your eyes first roll back and then flutter shut. Gojo doesn’t notice in his pleasure-addled brain and Geto is too busy catching his breath from his own climax, but Toji doesn’t miss a single second of the spectacle. He watches intently as your soul leaves your body, never stopping to pump his seed deep into your waiting womb and marking your most intimate part as his. 

Always his.

Three men all take a few moments to each catch their breaths, every one of them spent and exhausted. Neither of them knows exactly how much time they spent in this bedroom, it could be days for what it's worth and it wouldn’t make a difference. They’re already hungry for more. No amount of fucking can quench this evergrowing thirst, those dark urges inside of the three males.
Their ridged muscles are covered in sweat, and red scratches and bruises bloom along their skin; it seems you have marked their bodies just as they have marked yours. Though yours seems to be in far worse condition

Toji is the first to move, he turns off the two vibrators, pulling the bullet from your fluttering hole, the white ring of cream around his cock is making his chest swell with pride. Him and you are perfect for each other. There will never be anyone else for him just as there will be no one else for you. He’d kill before that happens. It’s a truth he knows so deeply, so irrevocably that it almost hurts to think about it.

He discards the two toys covered in your slick to the floor, caring little for the loud clattering sound cutting through the silence of the room and then he lifts your limp body off of Gojo’s hunched over form, pulling his friend’s cock free from your ass with a filthy squelching sound that sends a delighted shiver running up his back.
Gojo groans, a deep rumbling sound clawing its way out his throat as he eagerly watches his own release spill from your hole. Only when he’s sure that the view has burned itself into his retinas, does he turn away and throw his arms back, letting himself fall flat on his back. The cold draft of air feels divine on top of his flushed, damp skin.

A quick glance to the side tells Gojo that Geto is doing the exact same thing, resting on the mattress and drawing in fresh gulps of air.

Toji slowly sits back down on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard and cradling your disheveled figure against his chest, careful to keep his cock stuffed deep in your cunt, and reveling in the sensation of your still twitching walls massaging his dick. The feeling of your overstuffed, velvety insides, the mix of both his seed and your slick, do terrible things to his imagination. It makes him consider things like taking away your birth control, pumping you full of his cum until it’s leaking out, until you can’t take any more…

Groaning, he closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall behind him, trying to shut out the images flooding his brain. He really shouldn’t have these thoughts. But hell do they serve to turn him on, his cock is already twitching back to life just thinking about it.

Gojo pushes off the bed, leaning on his forearms as his eyes dart to your sticky thighs. Licking his lips, he considers inching closer, but the possessive aura radiating off of Toji makes him reconsider and instead keep his distance, wary of the danger his friend emanates. He can’t help making way for his thoughts though. “Gosh I can’t wait to get her pregnant”, he says, bright blue eyes unmoving, “I want to breed her so damn much.”

Immediately, Toji’s eyes narrow to two lethal slits, leaping to his “friend” -  like a predator sizing up his prey. His lips curl back, pulling his scar taut as he shows off his canines, viscous and ready to tear into Gojo without so much as a second thought. 

Geto, always on the sidelines, merely chuckles and rises off the bed, clearly getting the hint a lot sooner than a certain someone. “Careful, Satoru”, he warns his best friend and begins pulling his hair back into his signature bun.

Toji is just about ready to murder the smirking bastard in front of him, when you suddenly rouse back to life in his arms. He clicks his tongue, still keeping his gaze locked on both his friends as his hands draw you in closer against him.
“The only one who will get her pregnant is me”, he snarls, his tone making it sound more like a threat than a warning to them. “Now go and fix her a hot bath, six eyes.”

Then his gaze lowers to you, right on time to catch your eyes slowly fluttering open.

“I’ll go cook us some dinner”, Geto says, before pulling a complaining Gojo behind him and gently closing the door to Toji’s bedroom, shutting you two out from the rest of the world. Finally Toji can take a proper breath, though the jealousy and possessiveness still leave behind a sour taste in his mouth.

You blink a few times, trying to get rid of the tears clouding your vision as your mind slowly settles back into your body. You can’t believe you fainted, didn’t even realize it when it happened, your senses were too overloaded with your earth-shattering orgasm for that.

It takes you a long minute to gain enough energy to try and lift your hand, only to realize how utterly ravaged your entire body feels. There’s not an ounce of strength left in you. They took everything you had to offer and then some. 
The throbbing pulse between your legs, the thick cock you can still feel buried inside of your pussy, only serve to remind you of that.

“Princess.”

Toji’s voice is barely more than a rough, baritone rumble. And yet the gentleness and affection hidden behind that special nickname for you sends a fresh wave of goosebumps over your skin. With a weak but satisfied smile, you look up at him. His face is framed by the bedside lamp, a rare smile on his lips that rejuvenates both your spirits and your heart rate.

“Ya ok there?” One of his hands brushes a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead, while the other one draws slow circles against your hip. A pleased hum echoes in your chest and just for a brief moment you bask in his undivided attention and tender care. 

“Yes... I’m perfect”, you sigh and lean your head against his chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat. 

It doesn’t take long for his grip on your hip to turn from gentle to almost tense. The shift in his body has your eyes opening up again as you look up and search his face for answers. The dark hunger in it, the possessiveness in his viridian eyes he so desperately tries and fails to conceal has your insides clenching around his hard cock, gripping it as if to hold him close to you. Your trembling fingers land on his shoulders, both as a means to steady yourself as well as an emotional anchor for the unspoken feelings suddenly whirling between you two.

“Tell me, doll. Who do you belong to?”, Toji asks a second time today, voice low - restrained.

“You”, again, you don’t hesitate for even a second. “I’m yours.”

A deep breath expands his chest, the force of it swaying you with him, eye contact never breaking.

A beat of silence.

“Do you love me?”

Your breath hitches as your heart suddenly falls out of rhythm. 

“Yes.” Yet there’s not a single shred of doubt in your heart as you answer his question. It’s a fact you’ve known for quite a while now. The confession always dancing on the tip of your tongue, though you never were brave enough to proclaim it.

“Say it ”, Toji growls. His pupils are blown so wide there’s not a shred of green remaining in his eyes as he keeps his gaze locked on your face, his fingers digging into your flesh, drawing you impossibly closer. Until your chests press flush and your faces are close enough to share breaths.

A shuddering exhale leaves your lips. The world around you is spinning and yet Toji remains steady, holding you, anchoring you - like he always has.

“I love you, Toji”, your voice breaks on his name, barely more than a whisper to begin with. But the declaration was received loud and clear. The look he graces you with sets the embers in your insides on fire again and your heart nearly leaping out of your chest.

“Good girl ”, he praises, his own heart rate now picking up as well. He never searched for this, and yet here you are, in his arms, on his cock - right where you belong. And he would rather rip his own heart out and devour it whole before ever changing anything about this thing between you two. “There’s no going back now. You’re mine and I’m gonna keep you. Forever. Whether you like it or not.”

An emotion so pure, so unfiltered erupts inside you, it threatens to consume you; and you’re more than willing to let it. Collecting every shred of strength remaining in your ravaged body, you scramble up Toji’s broad chest, groaning from the way his erection still nestles so deeply inside of you. When your nose finally brushes up against his, your hands take hold of his face, fingers splaying along his angular jaw as your grip matches the possessiveness you can so clearly read in his eyes.

One, two, three breaths are exchanged between the two of you, words and truths unspoken but not unfelt as you finally let go of anything still holding you back and crash your mouth against his scarred lips as you give yourself to Toji with every fiber of your being.

Unbound, unafraid and absolutely and utterly filthy .

The fucking End

Notes:

Well....this was a ride lmfao.
This is the end of this series for me. I don't think I can ever top this magnificent, three-cocked finale.
I'm happy with how it turned out and I'm going to actively beg you for feedback because I *REALLY* need to know what you think of this!!

If you ever want another part, sorry but you're gonna have to pay me for it because this took YEARS off my life and sanity (though I'd gladly do it again haha).
I have some other stuff planned now, a very depraved true form Sukuna pirate Oneshot (yeah we're delving into monster fucking now peeps) as well as a longer, original story where I'm gonna force two friends turned enemies into a forced proximity situation so steamy you're gonna soil your pants. I'd *love* for you to check those out once I get around to posting them.
But until then, thank you for joining me on this dirty journy (srsly, I had SO much fun), take care of yourself and your loved ones and keep rawdogging those smut stories!

~Novaela <3

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Roommates with Benefits