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Loud music, the smell of cigarettes tinging the air, and seemingly free-flowing alcohol - just another typical scene for a lot of students. The party is packed, with people dancing in the middle of the room and just as many others huddled on the sidelines, whether spreading gossip or making out like they don’t have an audience.
You push your way through the throngs of people, looking for a familiar face. You notice a few students from your classes, but none you actually give a shit about talking to. You’re looking for your friends, and you find yourself bummed out all over again that Utahime hadn’t been able to come because of work, and Shoko had bailed at the last second, not even bothering to give a reason. Typical.
The other two girls saying they couldn’t come to the party and, consequently, the “after party” left you feeling a little conflicted. It wasn’t uncommon for all of the group to gather at Sukuna’s apartment after the usual Friday night festivities. But did you really want to be the only gal rolling up to what was now, for all intents and purposes, a boys’ night?
Feeling fingers wrap around your right bicep, you turn to look at the culprit. Recognizing the mess of white hair before even registering his face, you let out a sigh of relief. “There you are,” you say. “I’ve been looking for one of you.”
“Why?” he asks. “You ready to head out already? So early?” One corner of his lips tugs upward, his usual grin itching to show itself already.
You roll your eyes at his jab, choosing to ignore it. “I think I’m going to just head home for the night, let you guys enjoy yourselves or whatever you freaks do when we’re not around.”
Gojo shakes his head. “No, no. Come hang out with us. It won’t be the same without you,” he says, the persuasive nature of his personality already showing its hand. You know that he knows that he can get you to agree to just about anything if he butters you up.
And it’s working, even if you tell yourself it’s just that you don’t feel like arguing. You give in with a nod.
“Cool,” he tells you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he uses his body to guide you through the other students in the apartment. “The others already left, went back to the apartment. We’ll meet up with them there.”
Sukuna’s apartment is nothing fancy - it’s a studio apartment, and between the two couches in the living room and the bed just off the side of the common area, there’s plenty of space for all of the group to hang out.
Just as Gojo had said, the other three men were already there, seated on the living room furniture, yelling about something that had happened earlier during the week. When you and Gojo enter the apartment, the yelling cuts short as greetings are exchanged.
“So nice of the princess to join us,” Toji says with the hint of a smirk popping up at the edges of his lips.
You click your tongue at the remark. “You can thank Gojo for that. I was going to let this be a sausage party, but he convinced me otherwise,” you respond, walking over to the couches. As you go to grab a seat, Sukuna has other plans, his hands finding your hips and pulling you down into his lap. Your breath hitches in your throat as he grabs you, but you otherwise doesn’t show any resistance.
It’s not like you haven’t been in this exact position with him before.
“Nah, she wouldn’t leave us here like that,” Sukuna says, resting his chin on your shoulder as he speaks. “Would you, Babe?”
You make a noise of vague approval in return, watching as Gojo walks into the adjoining kitchen. It’s strange that Nanami isn’t there, you think, but you brush the thought aside as you hear Geto speak to you.
“You look awful comfortable sitting there. Something we should know about you and Sukuna?” Geto asks, the tip of his tongue hanging out of his mouth to further showcase the intended cheekiness of his comment.
Before you can respond, Sukuna’s speaking up. “As if you don’t know she’s a whore for me,” he says. “Quit playing dumb.”
You quickly turn to look at him, your cheeks heating up at his words. “What the fuck?” you whisper, squirming around to get out of his lap, but his hold on your hips only tightens. You steal a glance in the opposite direction to look for support from Gojo, but he’s leaning against the kitchen island, staring at you as he sips from a cup of god knows what.
“Don’t be so uptight,” Gojo says, his usual cocky grin present. “You know how guys talk about these things.”
Maybe so, but you didn’t think Sukuna would blab about your hookups to your mutual friends. Find friends to tell that don’t know and interact with you on a daily basis. That’s what you’d done, anyway - despite all of your temptation to dish the details to Utahime and Shoko.
“Think I might be a bit jealous, even,” Geto says.
“Right? If you’re giving it up so freely, why are you holding out on us?” Toji prods.
You watch Gojo walk over to stand in front of where you and Sukuna sit on the couch. You look up at him with wide eyes, and you aren’t sure how to feel about the look on his face. But your attention to his expression soon fades as you realize he’s holding up a small, unlabeled pill bottle, pinched between his index finger and thumb. He gives it a shake.
“That’s because you two don’t know about what makes her loosen up so much,” he says knowingly, opening the bottle to reveal a couple of small, oval-shaped, blue pills. “How about it?”
You know what they are, without a doubt, and you’re suddenly able to put two and two together. They had planned this between them, likely when they found out the other two women wouldn’t be around - for you to come over, to get you high, to have some fun with you.
And honestly? The thought really turned you on.
“Open,” Sukuna says, reaching around to place his hand on your jaw, your mouth opening pliantly.
Gojo watches you closely to see if there’s any resistance. When your eyes meet his, you give the smallest nod. It’s all the confirmation he needs to drop one of the pills into your mouth, handing you the cup he was previously drinking from.
As you tip the glass back, Sukuna lets his hand drop, both of them resting on your thighs. “Good girl,” he says. “Let that kick in, then we’ll have some fun.”
You’re not entirely sure which comes first: the lightheadedness from the Xanax you’ve taken or Sukuna taking your top off, discarding it to the side like he has absolutely no use for it. He doesn’t, really.
The black bralette you have on underneath leaves little to the imagination - the silver bars through your nipples pushing tightly against the lace - as the previously mentioned man runs his hands down your sides, still holding you on his lap. You rest your head back against Sukuna’s shoulder, looking up at the ceiling.
“Feelin’ a bit more relaxed?” he whispers in your ear.
That’s one way to put it. You nod, enjoying how much your body feels like its weightless, how it’s as if his hands are on fire against your waist. “Yeah, I feel good,” you answer.
Toji chuckles from the corner of the other couch, patting the empty cushion between him and Geto. “Then why don’t you come over here and join us?” Although it’s a question, it’s not meant as one. You know that much, can hear it in his tone.
Sukuna nudges you to rise to your feet, and you take the few steps between the two couches. As soon as you’re settled between the two of them, Toji’s hands are on your hips, angling you towards him a bit more. Wordlessly, he moves to begin unbuttoning your skirt. You let out the softest whine, but your attention is soon drawn away by Geto taking your chin into his hand.
“And to think I’d have thought you’d be a brat,” he murmurs, a malicious grin appearing as he speaks.
“She is when she’s not high,” Sukuna retorts. “But she’s obedient when she’s got a little something extra in her system.”
You can feel your cheeks getting hot again. Just because it’s true doesn’t mean he has to say it, you think, and you send him a short glare in a feeble attempt to get him to shut his mouth. He only stares you down, unrelenting. When has he ever let you have power over him, anyway?
You break the eye contact, shifting your gaze to Gojo. He’s watching as Toji finishes getting your skirt off, but his expression doesn’t change. That’s somehow more scary, knowing him.
“Come here,” Geto says, running his fingers through your hair as his lips connect with your neck. “Don’t worry about them right now. You’re busy.”
You can feel the pads of Toji’s fingers grazing over your bare thighs and, to your embarrassment, your legs are spreading before you can really stop them from doing so. Toji laughs under his breath, a bit of mockery in the sound. “Get one xanny in your system and you open up this much, huh? We should’ve done this to you a while ago,” he says.
You know you should tell him off - even if he is right, and god, he is - but with Geto’s kisses moving to your lips, his tongue seeking yours immediately, you don’t have the chance. Your position is a bit awkward, waist twisted sideways as you’re lying on your backside, but there’s no way in hell you’re going to complain about it. You’ve got other things goin on.
“You’re spoilin’ her too damn much,” Sukuna says. “Make her get to work.”
Geto makes a sound of disapproval. “You always this mean to her during your hookups? Maybe I’m spoiling her to make up for your lack of reciprocation,” he says coolly.
If it bothers Sukuna, he doesn’t show it. He simply grins, teeth bared, as he replies. “She wouldn’t come crawling back like she always does if she wasn’t taken care of.”
You’re only half-listening to them as you run your palm over the front of Geto’s sweats, prompting a hiss from the man. You look up at him, tilting your head slightly. It’s clear what you’re waiting on, and Geto’s not stupid. He slides both his pants and boxers down in one go while you prop yourself up on one elbow, spitting into your hand before taking his dick into your grasp.
Toji’s cupping his hand over the front of your panties, letting you work your hips against his palm. “God, you’re that desperate for it, huh?” he asks, moving to kneel on the floor in front of the couch. He kisses up one thigh before pressing his tongue against the fabric, making you yelp.
Your own lips wrap around the head of Geto’s cock, tongue flicking over the tip as his fingers are still threaded through your hair. “That’s right,” he says lowly, letting his head rest against the back of the couch as you get him off.
You’re vaguely aware of your underwear being pulled down before feeling his breath against your bare skin, but Geto’s grip on you holds steady, keeping you bobbing up and down on him. When you feel Toji’s tongue on you, though, you moan, causing Geto to bite back a groan of his own.
“We both know you can do better than that,” Sukuna says.
Gojo laughs under his breath, entering the conversation for the first time since this had really started. “She’s getting warmed up. She’ll do fine,” he says.
You continue stroking Geto as you hollow your cheeks in around his tip, the sensation of one of Toji’s fingers pressing into you as his tongue laps at your clit feeling way, way too good. You’ve imagined this before, the way your thighs would feel wrapped around his head, and you’re relieved he’s even better than you’d expected. Hell, he doesn’t have the reputation he does for no good reason, right?
Geto’s breathing is steadily growing shallower, and you know it won’t be long until he’s blowing his first load of the night. You pull off of him quickly, still stroking to keep the momentum up. “Where do you wanna finish?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him.
“Keep it clean and swallow like you should,” Geto tells you, pushing your head back down on him.
You feel Toji add a second digit to his demonstrations, your hips rising a little as you press against his face. When he laughs under his breath at you, you feel him curl his fingers upwards, making you jolt a little.
As you do, Geto’s own hips surge forward, his cum coating the inside of your throat as you swallow around him. Before you can pop off of him, he looks down at you, staring you in the eye. “Don’t be wasteful,” he tells you. “Swallow it all and show me.”
When you do lift your head, you open your mouth, tongue hanging out languidly.
Geto reaches behind your back, popping your bralette unhooked and discarding it with the rest of your clothes. He moves to sit you in-between his legs, Toji following along, his fingers never letting up their motions inside of you.
You moan, looking over to Gojo and Sukuna as Geto begins playing with your nipples, tugging at your piercings. “Wonder why you’d get these,” he teases curiously. “What leads a sweet girl like you to get this done?”
“K-Kuna wanted me to get them done,” you mutter, breath ragged as Toji continues his assault on you.
“Kuna?” Geto repeats mockingly. “You do everything Kuna tells you to?”
Sukuna raises an eyebrow from where he sits, again not bothering to take Geto’s bait.
“Clenching around my fingers, Doll? You getting close for me?” Toji asks, lips wrapping around your clit to take you higher, your back arching up as you whimper his name under your breath. “Go ahead, let it go. Show us how good you look when you come.”
As your first orgasm of the night overtakes you, you can hear Sukuna laughing. It both delights and terrifies you, unable to even take a guess at what’s prompted the emotion from him. When you rest back against Geto’s chest, you looks down at Toji, who’s now got his fingers, covered in your juices, wrapped around his cock. It’s a sinful display, and it causes you to lick your lips without even realizing it.
“Why don’t we move her to the bed?” Gojo suggests, an eyebrow quirked as he looks at you, his sunglasses lowered down his nose a bit.
Sukuna scoffs. “I didn’t tell any of you fuckers you could use my bed, make it all messy,” he says indignantly.
“Bill me for the dry cleaning,” Gojo mutters dismissively, walking over to you and lifting you up with ease. It’s no surprise; he’s always been strong. He walks you over to the bed, Toji following, dick still in hand. The perk of a studio apartment, you guess, is that even from their seats on the couch, Geto and Sukuna still have front row access to the show. “Get on your hands and knees, Baby. Can you do that?”
You do as you’re told, and you can hear Gojo unbuckling his belt behind you. Toji comes to stand in front of you, and as soon as he drops his hand, you’re taking his shaft into your mouth.
“Goddamn, you got a mouth made for this,” Toji praises, resting his hand on your cheek.
Gojo spreads your legs apart, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind. “Looks like Fushiguro got you nice and opened up for me,” he says. You nearly purr as you feel him drag his tip up and down your slit, teasingly pressing against your hole, but never enough to actually give you any type of satisfaction. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing in anticipation.
And he has the nerve to laugh at you for it. As he finally slides into you, giving in when he sees you pout, he leans his head close to your ear. “This ‘s been a long time coming, huh?” he whispers before sitting back up, grabbing hold of either side of your waist as he fucks in and out of you.
“Think she likes it when we talk to her like that,” Toji says, smirk growing on his face. “You like being treated like this? Your friends using you to get off?”
You nod without hesitation, and you hear all of the men give some form of a laugh in response. If your cheeks weren’t already flushed from pleasure, you think they’d be red as a tomato from the way you grow wetter at the embarrassment.
Gojo’s hold on you shifts to wrapping around your thighs, spreading your legs even more for himself. “God, how are you this tight, pretty girl, huh?”
“Got a tight little body, tight pussy. Tight little ass, too, I bet,” Toji says, thrusting to fuck your face.
“Wonder if we should find out,” Gojo muses, the mischief in his voice making you squirm.
Sukuna gestures lazily to the nightstand. “Lube’s in the top drawer. She’ll act like she doesn’t want it, but she does,” he says.
You pop off of Toji’s dick again only briefly to fire back a rebuttal. “Do you ever shut up?” you groan, the sound turning to a moan of pleasure when Gojo reaches down to toy with your clit.
Toji guides your attention back to his dick, which you eagerly takes back into your mouth, looking up to make eye contact with him. He reaches over to the nightstand drawer, opening it and fumbling around before finding the lube, tossing it to Gojo.
His blue eyes gleam with mischief as he opens the bottle, using one hand to separate your ass cheeks a little more before letting a glob of the cool, clear liquid pool at your hole. “You like having your ass played with, Baby?” he coos, running his thumb around your rim as he continues to fuck you.
You nod eagerly. You think you hear Sukuna mutter something about remembering that, but you’re a little too gone to care. Your lightheadedness has gotten worse, and you feels so overwhelmed that you can hardly focus on anything but the pleasure.
Toji grunts. “Gonna come,” he says, thrusts growing rougher against your throat. You let him control the pacing, gagging around him until you feel his rhythm falter, cum filling your mouth. You attempt to swallow all of it, but some dribbles out past your lips, and Toji can only laugh as he tries to calm his breathing. “That’s all right, Honey. I’m not mean like Geto. I like it a little messy.” His accompanying wink makes you want to melt.
You can only smile as your eyes roll back in your head at Gojo pushing his thumb into your asshole as you rock back against him.
Sukuna looks like he’s about to speak up when there’s a knock at the door. You expect Gojo to stop, expect them all to try to pretend like they were doing anything else, but he doesn’t. None of them do. Toji’s hand flies out to muffle your moans, and Gojo’s pace doesn’t give at all.
Your eyes widen as Sukuna opens the door. All that separates you from the unknown person is that very piece of wood. If the guest stepped just a little more than two feet into the apartment, you, Gojo, and Toji would be on display for them, clear as day.
“I’m late, but I’m here,” you hear a man say.
Nanami.
Sukuna looks over at the three of them, then back over his shoulder to Geto. It happens like a chain reaction. When Geto smirks, then Sukuna does, then Gojo, then Toji. And you feel your stomach tighten, a shiver running down your spine at the mere thought.
“I’d say you’re right on time,” Sukuna says. “We’ve got some, well, private entertainment. Bet you’re gonna love it a hell of a lot.”
The moment Nanami steps into the apartment, the air changes. But leave it to Gojo Satoru to break such a heavy tension by doing what he knows best: bullshitting.
“Nanamin, you made it,” he says in greeting, words seeming to punctuate each thrust as his fingers continue working to stretch your ass.
The blond’s eyes widen as his eyes trail between you, Gojo, and Toji. Toji laughs quietly, tucking his dick back into his pants. “Long time no see, Nanami,” Toji says.
You remain quiet until you feel a smack against your ass. “Not even going to greet our pal? Thought you had better manners than that,” Gojo says, snark leaking from his words.
“H-Hi, Nanamin,” you say, forcing yourself to look at him.
Nanami greets you by name, dragging the syllables out as if he’s saying it for the first time. “I thought you’d be with either Utahime or Shoko tonight.”
Geto speaks up, answering for you. “No, she’s here taking care of her boys tonight. Isn’t that so generous of her?” he teases. His cock’s in his hand again, stroking slowly as he watches the show you and Gojo are putting on.
Gojo’s thrusts grow a bit lazier, and he’s having trouble biting back the moans that beg to slip from his lips. “Pussy feels so good,” he says. “Gonna - Gonna come inside you, that all right?”
When you hum in the affirmative, you notice Nanami reach up and tug at the neckline of his henley. Your eyes meet with Sukuna’s, and you can tell what he’s thinking by the look in his eyes. He’s challenging you, urging you to invite Nanami to join your little game - as if he’s goading you on with a “you’re already taking four, what’s one more going to hurt?”
“Fuck - ‘m coming,” Gojo says through gritted teeth, emptying his load inside of you, thrusts slowing down as he makes sure you takes every last drop. For good measure, he reaches underneath you again, rubbing tight circles over your clit.
“Sh - Gojo -,” you hiss, rocking forward but unable to get out of his grasp.
“Don’t be ungrateful, Princess,” Toji scolds you. “Take it and say thank you.”
It doesn’t take Gojo long to bring you to your second orgasm of the night, leaving you a panting mess, his hands on your hips helping hold you steady after he’s pulled out of you. He rubs his thumb over your skin affectionately, his own small contribution to aftercare, knowing your night isn’t over yet.
“You want more?” Gojo asks. “Think you can take more?”
You nod immediately, biting your lip. “Want - Want more,” you manage to say, resting your head on the mattress in front of you. You can feel Gojo’s cum leaking out, and you reach between your legs, using two fingers to push it back inside of you as you make eye contact with Nanami.
He lets out a breath he hadn’t intended to be holding, shaking his head. “God, how’d the five of you even end up here?” he asks, but he still reaches for his belt. He walks over to the bed, to you, letting a hand trail down your spine softly. “Better yet, how did I end up here?”
“You want her cunt or her ass?” Geto asks, standing up and joining you both by the bed. “Because I’m taking whichever one you don’t.”
Nanami seems to take just a few moments to consider. He picks up the lube from the bed, glancing down to you. “I suppose we should let her choose, shouldn’t we?” he suggests, the slightest hint of a smile showing at the corner of his lips.
Sukuna sucks his teeth. “She won’t fucking care. Surprise her,” he says.
You, hating to agree with him but knowing he’s right, whine. “Don’t care, just want you both,” you say. “Please.”
Geto nudges you so that you’re on your side before turning to Nanami, the two seeming to have a silent conversation with the looks they’re sharing. After what feels like forever - at least to you - Nanami moves to lie in front of you. He holds your leg up, effortlessly slipping inside of you, the mixture of your and Gojo’s fluids immediately welcoming him. “Shit,” he curses quietly, pace slow as he gets started.
Geto slots in behind you, running his hand up and down his dick, coating it with plenty of lube. He takes some more from the bottle and squeezes it onto his hand, slathering it over your hole and pushing three fingers inside. He leans forward until his lips are ghosting the shell of your ear. “Gojo got you nice and ready for me, huh? Nice of him, wasn’t it?” he whispers. “I think you’re ready, Baby.”
You try your best to nod, but with Nanami rocking in and out of you, it’s a little hard for you to focus on Geto’s question.
You feel him press the head of his cock up against you, and between how turned on you are and the Xanax still coursing through your body, you manage to keep your body relaxed.
“Good girl,” Nanami praises. “Doing so well. We’re going to make you feel really good.” He leans forward, neck tucked down a bit to take one of your nipples into his mouth, his hand playing with your clit to make it as pleasurable as he can for you
“Tightest fucking ass,” Geto hisses. “Almost there. You can take it.”
You feel so full, like you’re ready to burst at the seams, but when the two men find their rhythm, matching their thrusts so that you’re really getting your body used, it’s heavenly. You bury your face into Nanami’s chest, letting them fuck into you like you belong to them. Your moans get the best of you as you repeat their names, nearly fucked too stupid to say anything else.
Over your own sounds, you can vaguely hear Gojo, Sukuna, and Toji talking.
“You’ve been real hands-off tonight, Sukuna,” Toji comments curiously. “Didn’t think it was like you to share your toys without taking a piece for yourself.”
Gojo lets out a noise of mock affront. “As if he’d ever do something so selflessly.”
Sukuna reaches up, resting his arms behind his head. “What can I say, gentlemen? I’m a patient man,” he says.
The statement terrifies you, but you don’t have time to dwell on it. Nanami’s kissing you while Geto’s playing with your nipples and sucking on your neck - your third orgasm hitting rapidly before you can so much as think to say you’re experiencing it.
Nanami’s nice enough to ask where you want him to come; Geto isn’t, filling your ass without a second thought. Through shaky breaths, you tell Nanami he can finish wherever he wants, and in the spirit of the night, he pumps his own load inside of you, the contents mixing with Gojo’s and again pooling on the bed once Nanami pulls out.
“How’s it feel?” Gojo asks, the shit-eating grin prominent on his face. “You fucked out now?”
Sitting alone on the bed while Nanami and Geto redress, coming down from their own highs, you sit up, spreading your legs open as you make eye contact with the only man who hasn’t had a piece of you that night.
“Kuna,” you mumble.
A devilish grin appears on his face, sharp canines glistening as he stalks towards his own bed. “What is it?” he asks. “Four men not enough for you? You that much of a slut?”
You nod in agreement. Hell, you’d agree with anything he said about you in these circumstances, if it meant he’d fuck you. You know that’s dangerous territory, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You just can’t.
As he stands at the foot of the bed, he grabs your ankle, pulling you down to the edge of the mattress. “Look how much of a mess you’ve made. Got their cum leaking out of you, got Fushiguro’s on your face. But you still want more, huh?”
The shame and embarrassment you felt earlier comes rushing back to you, but still, you nod. “Want you,” you say under your breath.
With a raised eyebrow, Sukuna reaches into his pants to pull his cock out. As he rubs it against your swollen lips, you cover your face with your hands.
“T-Too sensitive!” you cry out. “I can’t, I can’t -.”
“You can,” Sukuna interrupts. “You can take one more for me. I know you can. You can’t fuck all of our friends then not fuck me. I had you first. Remember?”
Though the pout doesn’t leave your face, you nod up at him, as if his logic makes any type of sense, that he had some sort of claim to you just because he’d been the first one of your group to get his hands underneath your skirt.
When he pushes into you, your arms quickly wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Other than whimpers of pleasure, you’re speechless; your brain refused to formulate any type of response worth anything.
“Guess we finally figured out how to shut her up,” Geto comments quietly, earning a laugh from Gojo and a glare from Nanami.
Sukuna’s mostly silent himself, short of a few pants and grunts, too focused on getting himself off after an evening of watching everyone else have their fun. When he feels your pussy contracting around him, he laughs breathlessly. “That’s it. You know you’re gonna come again,” he says. “Just let it happen. Give me one more.”
As you do, holding him tighter, your nails digging into his shoulder blades beneath his shirt and your heels digging into his ass, you feel him coming inside you, milking him for all that he’s got.
After a few moments, he pulls out of you and looks down between your legs, shaking his head. “Gonna be a hell of a dry cleaning bill, Gojo,” he says, looking over to the man he’s addressing.
Gojo seems unbothered, waving off Sukuna’s comment.
Nanami brings over a glass of water, offering it to you, and you take it gratefully, immediately downing half of it in one go.
The six of you are quiet for several moments, the realization of the aftermath setting in for each of you. You seem to take it in stride, though, speaking up after a few minutes, your voice scratchy from all your throat has been through - vocally and otherwise.
“Maybe I’ll have to crash boys’ night more often.”