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you're not sure what caused you to be in this predicament. one minute you showed up to the frat house to work on a paper with satoru after you got paired up.
the next? sukuna's cornered you in the giant hallway, lips locked on yours while he gropes at you greedily. you kinda love it.
you're fighting off soft moans and the urge to let him take you somewhere - anywhere more private. but as you start cracking and pushing against him, a door somewhere opens.
you hear a whistle and tear away from him, gasping as your eyes lock with satoru's. "damn, you came here to work on a paper with me and you're already getting busy?"
he's smirking at you pinned against the wall, eyes peering at where sukuna's gripping onto your bare waist after he lifted your shirt up.
you look at him, lips swollen and hair a mess. "it's not like that! i-"
"she doesn't want to do your boring schoolwork for you. she's practically begging me to take her to my room right now. don't interrupt."
you glance at the man towering over you, smug look on his face while he peers down at your lips again. it sends a shudder through your body, hands instinctively gripping into his tee harder.
his lips curl into a smirk, leaning down and kissing you again. in front of satoru. with no hesitation at all, just tongue thrashing against yours as if you're the only one in the room.
you hear satoru clear his throat, his footsteps echoing out as he walks closer to the two of you. "ya know, if you're going to be kissing on my partner like that, you can at least share her."
sukuna's lips leave yours again as he growls. "no. i don't share."
satoru doesn’t even flinch at sukuna’s growl; instead, he just chuckles, that low, melodic sound that usually makes everyone in the frat house stop and look.
"no? that's a shame," satoru hums, stepping so close you can smell the expensive cologne and faint scent of sugar clinging to him. he doesn't pull sukuna away. instead, he reaches out, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip that’s still glistening from sukuna’s spit. "because she looks like she’s enjoying the attention. don't you, princess?"
your breath hitches. you’re literally sandwiched between them now - sukuna’s hard chest pressing into your front, his fingers still dug into your waist, and satoru’s heat radiating against your back.
"satoru-" you try to start, but the name ends in a broken gasp when his hand slides from your face down to your shoulder, his palm heavy and warm.
sukuna’s eyes narrow, his grip tightening. he looks like he wants to tear satoru’s hand off, but there’s a flicker of something else there too. dark. competitive. "i said no. i don't do teams."
"come on, sukuna. don't be a bore," satoru counters, voice lilting like this is just another tuesday night and not you trapped between two dangerously handsome disasters.
his hand slides from your shoulder down your arm, fingers grazing your skin slow enough to make your stomach dip.
sukuna clicks his tongue. “this doesn’t concern you.”
“it does when she’s my partner.” satoru’s smile sharpens, all teeth. “we’ve got a paper due.”
you swallow. the word partner does something to you. academic. harmless. except nothing about this feels harmless. you're buzzing from the attention, only hoping that the chances of both of these guys fucking you is higher than having to pick.
both of their eyes linger on you, the way you're flushed and can't stop looking between the two of them. you're so obvious about where your head is, and both of them silently make an agreement.
"fine. let's go." sukuna grumbles, his hand enveloping your wrist and tugging you in the direction of his room. you can hear satoru following closely, hand on your hip.
as you get to the door, your gut feels heavy with arousal and excitement. just what are they going to do to you?
sukuna kicks the door shut behind you, the heavy thud echoing through the room as he tosses you onto the unmade bed.
you scramble back against the headboard, heart hammering against your ribs, watching as satoru leans against the doorframe to flick the lock.
"look at her," satoru muses, his eyes scanning your disheveled form with a hunger that makes your toes curl. "so eager. who are you going to crawl to first, princess?"
sukuna doesn’t wait for an answer. he’s already hovering over you, one knee on the mattress as he grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him. his thumb swipes over your bottom lip, bruising and possessive.
satoru pushes off the door, slow and deliberate, shoes quiet against the floor as he approaches the bed. he doesn’t rush, he's as painfully casual as he always seems to be.
“don’t pressure her,” he says lightly, though his eyes are anything but. “we want an honest choice.”
we. the word hangs heavy in the air.
sukuna’s jaw ticks. his hand stays on your chin, but his gaze flicks to satoru for half a second. something unspoken passes between them. not agreement exactly. more like challenge.
you’re acutely aware of the way your pulse is racing, the way your fingers curl into the comforter beneath you. "both?"
sukuna’s thumb presses a little harder against your lip before he lets go abruptly, straightening up just enough to look down at you properly. his eyes are dark, calculating.
“you’re greedy,” he mutters.
heat floods your face, but you don’t deny it.
satoru climbs onto the bed on your other side, not touching you yet. just close enough that his thigh brushes yours. deliberate. testing.
“can’t blame her,” he says. “hard to choose when the options are this good.”
you roll your eyes despite yourself, but your breath still stutters when sukuna leans in closer again, one hand braced beside your head. he doesn’t kiss you this time. he just hovers, gaze locked on yours like he’s daring you to flinch.
“if we do this,” he says quietly, “you don’t get shy halfway through.”
you shake your head, hair fanning out against the pillow as you look up at him. "i won't," you breathe out, the promise sounding more like a plea.
satoru hums, a low vibration that you feel against your hip. "good girl. because we don't plan on letting you up for air anytime soon." his hand finally makes a move, sliding under the hem of your shirt to find the soft skin of your stomach.
his touch is electric, a stark contrast to the heavy, oppressive heat radiating off sukuna.
sukuna’s eyes darken at the sound of satoru’s praise. he clearly hates that he has to share the view, but the competitive streak in him is winning out.
he reaches down, his large hand wrapping around your throat - not squeezing, just pinning you there with the weight of his palm so you can’t look away from him.
"look at me while he touches you," sukuna commands, his voice dropping an octave into that scratchy, dangerous territory.
you whimper, your eyes locking onto his scarlet ones as satoru’s fingers venture higher, circling the underside of your bra. the dual sensation is dizzying.
satoru leans over, his chest brushing your arm as he whispers against your jawline. "see? he’s already getting possessive. but i’m the one who actually knows where you like it, right princess?"
he finds a sensitive spot on your neck, sucking a dark mark into the skin right as his thumb flicks over your nipple through the lace. your back arches off the bed, a loud, broken moan escaping you that echoes in the quiet room.
sukuna’s grip on your neck tightens just a fraction, his thumb rubbing over your pulse point which is hammering like a trapped bird. "shut up, satoru. stop talking and make yourself useful."
he leans down then, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s more of a collision than a greeting. it's all teeth and tongue, tasting of salt and adrenaline. while he dominates your mouth, satoru's hands are busy elsewhere, pulling at the button of your jeans with a practiced, arrogant ease.
the friction of the denim sliding down your hips makes you shiver, your legs falling open instinctively. you're completely exposed between them now, the cool air of the room hitting your skin for only a second before satoru’s warm palms replace it.
"greedy," satoru murmurs against your skin, his eyes roaming over you with a clinical sort of hunger. "you're soaking through these already."
you flush at the comment, still too busy making out with sukuna to retort. his grip on your neck has you reeling, moaning into the kiss when he firmly pushes down on your throat.
satoru circles your clit through your panties, your breath hitching beneath sukuna's hand at the stimulation as you start making small noises against his lips. he's sucking and biting on your lip, tongue swiping across the pained skin.
the way sukuna stills when he hears that wet, hitching sound against his mouth tells you everything you need to know - he might hate sharing, but he loves the way satoru is making you react for him.
sukuna pulls back just an inch, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he stares down at your wrecked expression. he watches satoru’s hand move rhythmically between your thighs.
his focus is entirely locked in on the way your hips are starting to stutter against his palm. he hooks two fingers into the elastic of your lace panties, tugging them down just enough to expose the slick heat he’s been teasing.
he slides his fingers inside you with a blunt, arrogant suddenness that makes your eyes roll back.
you let out a high pitched cry, your fingers digging into sukuna's shoulders as satoru begins to curl his fingers, finding that one spot that makes your toes curl.
the wet squelch of his fingers thrusting into you bounces off the walls, your eyes shutting tightly as he continues his movements. sukuna's hand still stays on your throat as he leans down and kisses you again.
you moan into his mouth, feeling his other hand start pulling the fabric of your shirt upwards until your bra is fully out. his fingers reach beneath the fabric and tug at your nipples.
you cry out against his lips, feeling the way he's smirking into your mouth. the steady stimulation of satoru's fingers fucking you and the way his fingers are flicking at your nipple has you cumming rather quickly.
the moment it hits you you're moaning into his mouth, hips bucking as satoru keeps his steady movements.
you’re a shaking, pathetic mess between them, your climax hitting so hard that your vision literally swims. satoru doesn’t stop, though - he keeps his fingers buried deep.
sukuna pulls back just enough to watch the aftershocks roll through you, his hand still heavy on your throat, pinning you to the mattress like a trophy.
he looks down at where satoru is still working you over, the sight of your slickness coating his roommate's fingers making his eyes turn a darker, more predatory shade.
"already?" satoru teases, his voice a low vibrate against your ear as he leans over to lick a stray tear from your cheek. "we haven't even gotten to the best part, princess. you're going to have to do better than that if you want to keep up with both of us."
sukuna grunts, finally letting go of your neck only to rip his own shirt over his head in one fluid, violent motion. his torso is all lean, muscle and those familiar, dark markings that seem to pulse in the dim light of the room. "enough talking, satoru. move."
satoru huffs a laugh, but he obliges, sliding out from between your legs only to crawl up the bed until he’s hovering over your face. he's quick to pull his pants down just enough, heavy cock bobbing into the air.
"you heard him," satoru whispers, his thumb swiping over your swollen, kiss-bruised lips. "open up for me."
as satoru pushes his dick in your mouth, you feel the mattress sink behind you. sukuna’s weight is a heavy heat as he settles between your aching thighs. his hands find your waist again, thumbs digging into the soft skin of your hips as he lines himself up against your entrance.
you cry out against satoru's cock as the other man pushes in slowly, each aching inch of his thick cock causing your back to arch. you’re caught in the middle of a perfect, debauched storm.
satoru’s hands are in your hair, gently but firmly tilting your head back as he moves your head up and down along the base of his dick. sukuna's hands grip onto your hip hard as he starts thrusting without any hesitation.
every thrust has the tip of his cock beaming right into a spot that has you reeling, loud cries passing from the dick that's fucking into your throat.
you're stretched to the absolute limit, eyes blown wide and swimming with tears as your body tries to adjust to being completely occupied by both of them.
satoru hums, a vibration you feel deep in your chest, his fingers tangling tighter in your hair to guide your rhythm. "there she is," he murmurs, his voice thick with a prideful sort of lust. "bein' such a good girl for us."
he’s brutal and efficient, his hips snapping forward with a force that sends you sliding up the bed, only for satoru to hold you in place by your head.
every time sukuna bottoms out, he grunts, his sweat-slicked chest slapping against your back. the friction is insane: the cool, smooth slide of satoru in your mouth and the searing, thick heat of sukuna stretching you open from behind.
the sensory overload is almost too much to handle. you're literally vibrating under the force of them, your muffled cries lost against satoru’s length as he sets a rhythm that has you gagging around him.
satoru's eyes are locked on yours, those bright eyes blown out with a dark, primal hunger. he’s watching the way your face flushes, the way your eyes roll back every time sukuna hits that sweet spot deep inside you.
he reaches down, his free hand finding your chest and squeezing your breast hard enough to leave a mark, his thumb flicking your nipple in time with sukuna’s wet, heavy thrusts.
the air in the room is thick enough to choke on, smelling like sweat and satoru’s expensive cologne. you’re losing your mind, caught in the crossfire of their egos. the only noise coming from anywhere is the slap of skin and your moans.
sukuna’s hands are absolute vices on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin so hard he's definitely leaving bruises. he leans forward until his chest is crushing your back, his mouth hovering right against your ear.
"look at you," sukuna sneers, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that makes your skin crawl in the best way. "face a mess, leaking all over the bed like a pathetic little slut. you really thought you could handle two of us?"
he slams into you again, a blunt, punishing thrust that makes you cry out against satoru’s length.
satoru’s reaction is the polar opposite. his hand slides from your hair down to your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear as his eyes soften with a dark, predatory affection. he pulls back just an inch, his voice a honeyed contrast to sukuna’s bite.
"don't listen to him, princess. you're doing so well for us," satoru whispers, his breath warm against your lips. "look at how pretty you are, taking all of him. such a good girl. just keep focusing on me, okay?"
the whimper that leaves you is wrecked. you're caught between sukuna’s degrading insults and satoru’s sugary praise, your brain short-circuiting from the whiplash.
"she’s not brave, satoru, she’s desperate," sukuna counters, his pace becoming frantic and shallow, hitting that one spot over and over until your toes curl. "look at her hips. she's begging for it. she’d take anything we gave her, wouldn’t you, brat? you’re nothing but a hole for us to use up."
the room is a blur of heat and friction, your senses overwhelmed by the dual assault. sukuna’s insults are like gasoline on the fire of your arousal, making your heart thrash against your ribs as he continues to wreck you from behind.
"you like that, don't you?" sukuna growls, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he bites down hard. "you like being told what you are. a greedy, mindless little toy. look at how your body responds when i talk down to you-you're getting even wetter."
he punctuates the question with a particularly violent thrust, his cock hitting your cervix so hard you see stars. your muffled scream is swallowed by satoru, who immediately leans back in to soothe the sting.
"it's okay, princess, let it out for me," satoru murmurs, his tone sickeningly sweet as he watches your eyes glaze over. he reaches up, his palm cupping your jaw to hold your gaze.
sukuna lets out a sharp, derisive snort at satoru’s coddling, his hands moving from your waist to your hair, fisting the strands and pulling your head back so your spine arches painfully. he wants you to feel every bit of his dominance.
sukuna snaps, his pace turning into a brutal, rhythmic pounding that has the bed frame knocking against the wall. "look at her face. she doesn't want your comfort, she wants to be ruined. she wants to be used until she can't remember her own name. isn't that right, brat?"
you try nodding pathetically, brain absolutely fried as both of them fuck into you. you can tell satoru's getting close with the way he stops talking, just breathing deeply as his cock twitches repeatedly between your lips.
"gonna cum in your mouth," he pants, groaning out as spurts of cum wash down your throat. you swallow every last drop, sucking and milking it all out of him before he's pulling out of your mouth.
satoru pulls back with a heavy, satisfied groan, his chest heaving as he watches you swallow. he doesn’t move far, "good girl," he breathes, his voice thick and raspy. "every last drop. i knew you’d be perfect for me."
the moment satoru is out of your mouth, you finally have the air to scream, and sukuna seems to have been waiting for exactly that.
"my turn," sukuna growls, and without the obstruction of satoru in your throat, he goes absolutely feral.
his hands move from your hair back to your hips, his thumbs pressing into the front of your hip bones with bruising force as he hoists you up, meeting his thrusts with a violence that makes the headboard crack against the wall.
"look at you," he snarls, watching your body ripple and shake under him. "you're absolutely pathetic. you were made to be bent over like this, not coddled by him."
he hits that sweet spot deep inside you again and again, his pace turning into a blur of friction and heat. you're sobbing, your hands clawing at the sheets, your head lolling back against satoru’s legs as he watches from above, his hand coming down to stroke your hair soothingly while sukuna brutally fucks you.
you feel like you're about to cum again at any second, panting hard and whining with each thrust. the waves of arousal hit you with each push, every motion bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
you finally cum again around sukuna, squealing out and sobbing into the air. fat tears fall from your eyes and down your cheeks as your pussy clamps around him.
sukuna lets out a guttural, animalistic sound at the feeling of you squeezing him. his jaw sets, his neck muscles cording as he delivers three final, soul crushing thrusts.
he settles himself deep inside, balls deep and pulsing against your skin as he cums. he's pinning you down to the mattress roughly, the hot, rhythmic pulses of his cock filling you up.
the warmth makes your toes curl and your breath hitch in one last, jagged sob. you're both dripping in sweat, heavy breaths echoing through the room as he just stays there for a moment.
sukuna finally pulls back, slow and deliberate, like he’s in no rush to let you forget exactly what just happened. you hiss softly at the loss, body still trembling from the aftershocks.
he clicks his tongue at the sound. “pathetic.” but his hand lingers on your hip.
satoru shifts behind you, fingers combing lazily through your hair like you’re something he’s already claimed. “don’t be mean,” he murmurs, brushing your damp strands away from your face. “she did amazing.”
you’re too tired to roll your eyes. you just lie there, chest rising and falling, staring at the ceiling like it personally betrayed you.
sukuna grabs his shirt off the floor, dragging it over his head in one sharp motion. “she’s greedy,” he mutters. “that’s why.”
“and?” satoru counters easily. you can hear the smile in his voice. “worked out pretty well for us.” you feel the mattress dip as he leans over you, tapping your thigh lightly to get your attention.
“hey,” he says softly. “still alive?”
you manage a weak nod.
“good.” his grin sharpens. “because we still have a ten page paper due at midnight.” your eyes widen in horror.
satoru slides off the bed, stretching like this was just a quick workout instead of absolute chaos. “c’mon, princess. shower, then we’ll get it done.” the way he says it makes your stomach flip all over again.
you slowly push yourself up on shaky arms, wincing at the ache settling deep in your bones.
“don’t get comfortable,” sukuna adds as he walks past you, fingers brushing your waist in passing. not gentle. not accidental. “next time, we'll be in here a lot longer.”
your thighs press together just thinking about it, a small smile gracing your lips as you walk off to shower and finally get your paper done.