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You really didn't want to go in the first place. Like... not at all.
But your bestie Shoko had finally dragged you out of your cramped dorm room to go and live a little.
Frat president Gojo was throwing another wild weekend party at their fraternity house.
Shoko had put you in an outfit you couldn't even think you could pull off. Makeup done by her too, a bit more than you'd ever do, but it was perfect for a party. That's what Shoko had said anyways.
♪ Girl drop it to the floor ♪
♪ I love the way your booty goooooooooo ♪
Some frat party classics were busting out everyones eardrums, the bass shaking the lined up solo cups on the ping pong table people were playing beer pong on.
You were standing near Shoko, but were trying to distance yourself, nursing some jungle juice.
She was currently making out with Utahime- and you did not want to stand and watch. (this time)
You were a good friend and didn't want to ruin her hookup, finally walking away to go find something interesting to do or somewhere to hide. You couldn't decide yet, the alcohol in your cup wasn't hitting yet too.
"If it isn't myyy bitch."
That tone, those slurred words. You could feel the hairs standing up on your neck.
Just ignore him.
Ignore hi-
"I'm speaking to you, woman. Should be thankful!"
Naoya...
Man, maybe staying to cuck Shoko and her girl might've been better.
You turned your head, finally giving him a look.
The same as usual, a way too cocky grin, hands on his hips and chin tilted up too high.
"I'm not your bitch... and you shouldn't be speaking to me. We ended things months ago." You sighed out, trying not to throw the drink in his face.
"Awww.... cmon, doll. You know you stilll want this." he motioned to himself with a hand.
You cringed.
You definetly had not ended on good terms, not only was he insufferable but he had cheated on you.
Someone across the room called Naoya, his attention turned to one of his bros wanting to play body shots with some girls.
While he had turned his head to yell across the music, you were gone.
Scurrying past a few dancers and getting to the back door.
Maybe fresh air could save you from him.
Not really.
The air was fresh for a second and then a plume of ciggy smoke was blown in your face.
You spluttered, stopping your gait. Now stood on the back porch, being chuckled and smirked at by two... big...big? oh... beefy- tall guys.
Toji and Sukuna. Sharing some cigarette.
They were bad news. In general.
You looked up at them. Your face looking a bit dumb as gears turned in your head. Wait...
"You good?" The black haired one asked you, a smirk tugging up a scarred mouth.
"Nah, she looks like she's about to say somethin' stupid as hell." The pink haired one laughed, making fun of you, about to blow some more smoke your way.
"You have to help me!" You suddenly got out, reaching your free hand to grab onto Toji's forearm.
You pulled your best "damsel in distress face", a pout and round doe eyes.
The two, obviously got startled by your sudden pleading.
"The hell? We ain't helping shit." Sukuna made a pout to mock yours.
"Nah hold on, help with what?" Toji asked, not pushing your hand away. Maybe he was the nicer of the two-
"Could you be my boyfriends?"
The two burst out laughing, the loud cackling hyena kind.
Sukuna punched Toji's arm, the cig being dropped and put out. "I told you we aren't helpin! Why'd you let her talk?" He roared, red eyes looking down at you, way too amused.
Toji's chest and shoulders were shaking while a deep laugh left him, green irises not leaving your dumb little face. "Nah nah... stop, let her explain, dumbass. This is why no girls talk with you." Toji elbowed Sukuna back for the punch.
The pink haired one grunted a bit, but rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. The muscles bulging, veins protruding a bit. So biteable...
"Please! Naoya is out to get me- Just for tonight, help me get him off my ass." You whined a bit, the hand on Toji's forearm not helping itself and your fingers lightly rubbed his skin, feeling the strenght.
Now that got their attention.
"Zen'in? Oh man, isn't he your cousin, Ji?"
"Don't associate me with that bum." Toji shook his head a bit. He pulled your wrist away from his forearm and shoved it into Sukuna's abs instead, as if passing you to be his problem.
Sukuna just gave you a look before focusing back on Toji, not really caring.
You palm was flat on his stomach- the black wife beater tank not hiding any of the definition there. Your cheeks were getting flushed and not from what was in your cup.
"Please- i'll do anything, just-" You were about to beg some more. But then the bleached blonde man was shoving the back door open, looking pissed off.
"There you are! You thought our conversation was over?" He slurred out, clearly having a few more shots in his system, a hand already reaching for you.
A tattooed arm curled around your waist, a large palm over your tummy, making you stumble back into a warm, sturdy chest.
"Yo, Naoya." Toji grinned back to the drunk one, shifting to lean closer to you.
Sukuna just glared, looking like a possessive bastard all of a sudden. As if he wasn't the one about to shoo you away.
"Toji! Oh- hi Toji!" Naoya looked like he perked up, as if a puppy seeing his favourite thing in the world.
"You got some buisness with our girl?" Toji asked, as if you had been their girlfriend forever.
Sukuna had let up a bit, but still kept you close. "You do know she's ours now, right, Zen'in?"
Naoya paused, finally not only giving attention to Toji.
You, tucked in Ryomen's chest, Toji leaning against you and the pink haired one. He was bamboozled.
"...Our?"
"Yes, our. Are you deaf?" Toji deadpanned.
"What the hell? How does that work? You dump me to go to my cousin? And you're such a greedy bitch that you need two of them? What even is this? Women can't have more than one boyfriend!" The blonde accused, pointing a finger right at you.
You frowned, reaching a hand to hold Toji's bicep, showing that you three were comfortable in touching one another.
"It's called being polyamorus, dickwad."
"The fuck does that even mean?!" His voice broke.
Was he tearing up?
"I hate you! And you too!!!!" He sniffled, pointing to you and his cousin, turning his heel and rushing back inside.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"You can let go now..." You mumbled to Sukuna. But you weren't exatly letting go of Toji too.
The pink haired one looked down at you, the hand on your stomach sliding up to grip your jaw, forcing your head to tilt back.
The view was great.
Both of them smirking down at you.
"You said you'd do anything?"
♪ Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time ♪
♪ At the same damn time, at the same damn time ♪
The bass from the speakers and the cheers of people yelling downstairs were muffled by the sounds of gasping and lewd moans.
In some abandoned bedroom, you found yourself sandwiched, trying to make out with the both of them at the same time, lips not even knowing who was trying to shove their tongue down your throat this time.
Toji was behind you, you sat on his lap, rough hands pushing your shirt off, another pair was grabbing into your ass, fingers greedy while trying to get to feel all over.
"Mmm, she wet already?" Sukuna asked, his mouth moving down to lick and kiss at your jaw and neck, canines trying to dig into your skin, hands too busy with your ass to check your front.
One of Toji's hands went under your shirt, shamelessly tugging your bra down to cup one of your tits, the other large palm touched all over your tummy before dipping between your legs, rubbing you between your pants. "Donno... but by the way she's squirmin' i think she is."
You gasped out a name, a mix of both of theirs, not sure who to call to while your thights tried to squeeze Toji's arm.
You were dripping. Panties soaked, surpised how it hadn't seeped trough your jeans.
Your own hands were hugging Sukuna, nails digging into his back. Both of them were shirtless, making you feel like your temperature went up just by their body heat.
Sukuna watched Toji's hands, lowering himself a bit more, your top being pushed up and over your head, bra roughly unhooked and tossed somewhere- annnd Sukuna was biting and sucking on the other tit, moaning around it just from the feel of the stiffened bud.
"You look like a baby tryna get some milk-" Toji laughed, applying more pressure between your legs, finding your clit just by the sounds you made once he rubbed higher up.
Sukuna groaned, biting your tit in response.
You were manhandled by the both of them. Heaven. Not even having to think while they did all the work.
Currently you were still on Toji's lap- but with a fattt, mean cock stuffing your drooly cunt. Your syrupy arousal dripping down it and onto his skin. The black haired one was driving it up inside of you, lifting you up and down by the hips to meet his pelvis, his arms strong enough to do it effortlessly.
Not like you could even protest- another hole, your mouth being fucked into by Sukuna, the pink pubic hair of his tickling your nose while he bottomed out. The girthy thing barely squeezed down your throat, heavy balls slapping at your chin every time he moved. And you were drooling around it too, eyes rolled back every now and then.
"Every time you fuck into her, her throat gets all tight... shit..."
"Haah... says you- you should feel how her pussy clenches when you move."
"I bet she's happy, right, slut?" Sukuna grinned down at you, giving you a light smack to the cheek so you'd make eye contact.
You tried to nod, but his hand pushed your head back down, wanting to hear you choke again.
"Fuck- don't be so mean to 'er... it's making her cunt wetter. I don't wanna blow my load yet..." Toji almost whimpered out, but covered it up with a groan, a hand pulling away from your hip to slap a handprint on your ass.
You let out a high pitched whine around Sukuna, tears dotting in your lash line.
They switched before any of you got to cum.
You were bent over, a tattooed arm wrapped around your middle while Sukuna was leaning over you, making sure to keep his thrusts short and rude, not giving you any time to breathe.
You were sloppily making out with Toji, a hand trying to jerk him off but the way the pink haired one was bullying your cervix- you kept getting distracted, moaning into Toji's mouth instead of working.
The black haired one got a bit annoyed, biting your bottom lip and fisting your hair, forcing you to fully bend down, face against a twitching cock.
And then again.
"Ryo, you sure she can take it?"
"Look at her expression and tell me she can't." Sukuna had gripped your face in his hand, it almost covering all of it.
You were sitting on top of both of them, eyes rolling back once some fingers found their way into your mouth, making you suck on them. Maybe to distract you-
You were still trying to slowly bounce on whoever's dick was buried inside but then another one tried to join.
Your nose scrunched up, whining around the digits and trying to move away.
Toji cooed, holding you down with his hands, thumbs rubbing into your hips to try and soothe you. "Cmon, you can handle it."
Sukuna just snorted, shoving the fingers deeper down your throat. As if it hadn't been fucked raw already.
And another wayyyy above average cock was sliding its way inside.
It felt like you were being split open- maybe because you were, helplessly crying around the fingers in your mouth.
Oh... oh this was. Way too good.
The initial stretch and pain was forgotten once they started to move. One after the other, one pulled out but another was immediately moving up and anadnanddd.... your mind was scrambled. The way your puffy pussy was being spread in every way, hands all over you...
Babbling nothings while your eyes were shut, hands holding on to god knows who's arms right now.
The room was filled with silent grunts and mewls, the heavy smell of sweat and sex. Sorry to the owner.
Sukuna and Toji were silent on the most part, either too focused on keeping up the pace or the feeling of rubbing together and velvety walls wrapped around them was too much. Who knew.
All you knew is that you could never be fucked his good by Naoya.
Being stuffed full of two cocks... and their cum was like you had ascended to somewhere beyond. So blissed out you didn't even clock your orgasm.
They did though.
You were out of it, cuddled up between two warm walls, bundled up in two pairs of arms that could crush your skull if you asked. Cum was definitely oozing out of you. But nobody really cared.
You were slowly passing out, drool still dribbling out of the corner of your mouth on someone's skin.
"She's cute." Toji murmured, behind you, hands sliding up and down your tummy, caressing your flushed and lightly bruised skin.
"You say that now?" Sukuna rolled his eyes, a bit more exhausted. He was holding your head against his chest, the other hand rubbing your back.
"You think she'll want to be ours after she wakes up?"
"That weird poly thought stuck in your head huh, Ji?"
The door suddenly swung open, a flustered gojo-looking guy standing in the doorway. The music from the first floor flooding in.
By the way he looked flustered and winded... had he been jerking off behind the door?
Sukuna lifted his head, glaring over to the guy. "The fuck you want? Kinda busy."
"E..erm... this is my room..."
Nobody had even looked at the decor- anime figures and posters all over, books in piles around the bed and desk.
Gojo had some sort of nerd twin?