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Well, that's something you didn't see every day. You let your eyes briefly run across the words of the moving van across the street, your head cupped in your hand as you let yourself become distracted from studying to see who your new neighbors might be. You had been at it for a while, anyway; you might as well take a break before your head explodes from staring at the atoms and ions in your textbook for too long. You remember the ugly fight the couple who previously occupied the home had the day they decided to leave their home, screams of cheating asshole and ugly, dumb bitch echoing throughout the usually quiet street. After a dramatic act of throwing bleached clothes across the lawn and tv being flung from the second-floor window, they were gone exactly two days later, and the repairmen fixed the window on day three. The large two-story brick home had been empty for months on end, that worn and torn 'On Sale' sign sitting right beside the steps leading to the home braving through a harsh winter and even rainier spring. There had been many days when you would spare a glance at the sign, wondering when that big 'SOLD' sticker take place over those two red words.

So, imagine your surprise when you see that very red 'SOLD' sticker slapped over that awful sign two days ago. You place your pencil down and roll your chair closer to the window, excited to catch just the smallest glance of these people. Would it be a big family with a litter of loud children or an old couple looking for some peace to waste the rest of their lives away in your peaceful neighborhood?

Oh. Oh.

You weren't expecting a set of twins to hop out the front of your van, a young pair at that. They were both tall with short tufts of pink hair with a dark undercut, lean but built arms easily picking up multiple boxes and normally heavy furniture that would require two or more people. You can see that one of them had marks around his arms and shoulders and piercings littering his ears, his brother matching the earrings but having his skin bare. It looks like the troupe of good twin, evil twin, and you already lose interest in your new neighbors before pulling the blinds down and spinning back to your chemistry homework, clicking the small lamp desk on before delving back into the world of ionic compounds.

You were far too busy to worry about some guys across the street.

xxxx

"Hey, I'm Yuuji Itadori!"

You jump out of your skin from the booming voice behind you as you walk up to your door with your earphones wedged deep in your ears, whipping around to tell this 'Itadori' guy he was too fucking loud.

Oh. Oh.

It was one of the twins that lived just across the street, and boy, was he more gorgeous up close. Soft, large chocolate eyes had you frozen on the spot, short lashes fluttering against strong cheekbones, guiding down to a perfectly chiseled jaw and pink plump lips that stretched into a bright grin. You catch a glimpse of the few piercings lining both ears, far less than his counterpart. The white visor he dons covers most of his undercut, tufts of pink brushing against the brim of the hat. He wears a white muscle shirt that flaunts his muscly arms and chest with baggy black pants, finishing off his relaxed look with white ankle socks and black slides. Damn, he looks so good.

You stare dumbly at the man, hands tightening around the straps of your backpack subconsciously. They've both already been here for a solid week, not much activity stirring from inside the home they claimed. You figure this would've had to happen eventually, not wanting to come off as antisocial or anything of the sort.

"Oh. Um, hi." Very lackluster, [Y/N].

He apparently finds it amusing, deep rumbling off his chest. Oh, no, he's even hotter when's he laughing.

"Sorry I haven't had the chance to introduce myself! Unpacking all of our things took more time than I thought. Anyway, it's nice to meet you!"

You try to loosen up just a bit and shyly turn your eyes away from the ball of sunshine in front of you. You had little to no experience with men, going as far as letting your short-lived high school crush grope your breasts during a heated makeout session on the roof of the school. You can feel your cheeks warm as you squirm in your spot, wanting nothing more than to run inside your home. This is exactly why you were single.

"...It's nice to meet you. I'm [Y/N]." You pat yourself on the back for not struggling, making sure to avoid eye contact at all costs. You couldn't risk melting from his warm gaze and turning into a nervous pile of goo.

"[Y/N]? That's a pretty name! Well, I just wanted to introduce myself since I caught you outside for once. Hope I'll see you around!" With a small wave, he jogs across the street, where you can see his shirtless twin leaning against the doorframe with his tattooed arms crossed across his bare chest. Unlike his brother, he was scantily clad in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, his tattooed chest and firm abs flexing with every small movement he makes. You can even see a slight print in those baggy sweats, feeling your flush return tenfold from the rather large size of it.

You meet his blood-red eyes, shivering from the intense glare that rooted you to the sidewalk. You assume he's very protective of his younger brother and break the awkward eye contact, turning quickly and speedwalking to your door as if you were about to empty your bladder suddenly.

He didn't even introduce himself. How rude. But, a part of you is very relieved he didn't.

xxxx

It's not until another week passes when you encounter your second interaction with the twins.

You lay across your couch with a bag of chips on your coffee table, humming along to the fourth opening of My Hero Academia while skimming through your email for any missing assignments and homework you might have missed. There was no real worry, though; you finished two weeks' worth of homework and extra credit a couple of nights ago. Placing your phone on the table and scooping chips into your hands, you finally kick back and relax for the first time in a few days.

An abrupt knock on your door makes you nearly fall off the couch, your hand scrambling for the remote and pressing pause to listen for a second knock. It didn't take long for the more aggressive knocking to come crashing down your door, a frown spreading across your face.

Who the fuck was banging on your door so early in the afternoon, right as you were about to unwind?

You push yourself to a stand make your day to the entrance, grumbling the whole way there. You crack the door open and peek your head out to see your latest visitor. Or, should I say, visitors.

"Ah, [Y/N], I almost thought you weren't home! Good afternoon!" Yuuji smiles down at you with his usual radiant grin. Hands shoved in his white shorts. He dons a black muscle shirt today with bright red shoes, letting his hair flow freely. You don't think you'll ever get tired of seeing his smile every day.

Now, his brooding brother, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He stands behind his lookalike with his tattooed arms fixed across his chest, defined muscles flexing from the skintight black shirt he wears today. His foot taps impatiently on the pavement, his black basketball shorts swaying with each pat. He looks down at you with a frown and boredom swirling in his eyes, obviously not wanting to be here. At least the feeling was mutual.

You cease your staring before swinging the door wider, taking a full step outside before wincing from the sun blinding you. You raise your hand to shield your eyes before taking half a step back under the awning and dropping your hand back to your side. Jeez, it was bright out today. You look between the two males, wondering what they wanted and why they interrupted your precious anime time. "Good afternoon. Is there something I can help you with?"

Itadori slaps a heavy hand on his twin's shoulder and brings him forward, giving a hearty laugh as he visibly ignores his brother's intense glare. "I just wanted to introduce this sourpuss since he didn't come with me last week. He's a little rude and rough around the edges, but he has a good heart, I swear!"

You let your eyes shift from the smile to the deepening scowl, feeling a shiver run through your spine as you catch his dark red eyes looking you over. You forget you're in more casual and loose clothing, clad in a Deku crop top and some black workout shorts that stop about mid-thigh. You ignore the flush fighting to surface on your face as you nervously wait for his long-awaited introduction, your fingers twiddling behind your back.

He sighs irritably before harshly shaking his brother's hand off his shoulder and finally speaking, "Ryoumen Sukuna." If the deep baritone of his voice didn't surprise you, it was definitely his mouth jewelry. You can see a black ball resting in the middle of his tongue and two more going through the tip of his tongue. Oh, he was bold.

You nod in acknowledgment before trying to smile at the tall pair in front of you. "I'm [Y/N]. It's nice to meet you." There is a very awkward silence after your small introduction, and you find yourself turning to look back at your tv, grateful that it hasn't fallen asleep just yet. You miss Itadori's tongue darting out to sweep across his lip as he gazes at the soft flesh of your thighs.

You don't notice the slightly shorter twin stepping up and taking a peek inside your home, feeling his excitement grow from the sight of the anime on your tv. "You're watching My Hero Academia? Awesome, that's one of my favorite shows!" He holds back a chuckle as you whip your head back to look up at him with large doe eyes, feeling the corner of his lip twitch. You were too cute for your own good.

You give him a bashful smile and raise a hand to rub the back of your neck, looking back at the tv with a soft smile. "Yeah, I've been trying to find time to catch up. School's has been eating away at my anime hours." You look back between the two of them nervously, letting your eyes flit amongst the two, your feet squirming in your Bakugou socks. "Um, w-was there anything else you needed..?"

Itadori blinks at you once before feeling the light bulb in his head flicker to life, his hand digging around in his pockets. "Oh, yeah! You just reminded me what I really came here for!" He whips his phone out and unlocks the device before pulling up his phone app and sticking it out for you to take. "I just wanted your number just in case of emergencies and if I get locked out of the house while Sukuna's at work. I've already gone and done the same thing with a few neighbors in the area." He feels his grin stretch wider as you hesitantly take the device and key in your number, inputting your name and returning it to him. "Thanks! I'll shoot you a text, so you can have me locked in!"

He slips his phone back into his pocket before finally backing away from you with his brother in tow, hand clamped on his shoulder. "Alright, we'll leave you to relax. We'll see you later!" With a final wave and more rough jerking from his brother, Itadori walks up to his yard with that same dazzling smile and his rather loud voice. You sheepishly raise your hand in a wave and turn to close your door, but something told you not to just yet. Taking a quick peek behind you, you immediately freeze and feel your ears burn, your hands freezing on the doorknob.

Both of the twins stopped just at the entrance of their home, two sets of dark eyes staring hungrily on your shorts which suddenly felt too tight on your thighs and behind. You can feel all four eyes almost trying to burn through the spandex material and take it as your cue to get inside. You step inside your home and close the door, slumping against the wood for a brief moment before launching yourself back to your couch, determined to get through at least half of season three by the end of the day. You make the decision to put as much distance between the pair as you resume your anime.

No more distractions.

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You stand in the cereal aisle of the supermarket with your basket just off to the side of you, looking between your two favorite brands with a pout on your face. You hated having to make decisions like this because you feel like you'll regret the choice later on in the week. Reaching up and pushing the blue box into your hands, you drop it in your basket and turn to head to the milk aisle when you get the scare of a lifetime.

Sukuna had been standing beside you for God knows how long, eyes that were once focused on cereal now watching you with more interest. You let your eyes gaze over his strange facial tattoos lining his cheeks and jaws before trailing down to the intricate patterns on his neck leading into his v-neck shirt. Fuck, why must they be so fucking hot? But, really, he couldn't have warned you or something?

You blink stupidly at the taller male before finally breaking eye contact and rounding the quiet male awkwardly making your way to the milk aisle, trying to steady your wildly beating heart. You feel like you always act weird around the more somber twin, not knowing what to say or if you should even say anything at all. You didn't think you had a problem with Sukuna, but you couldn't tell if he really liked you or not. Hell, he's only spoken two words to you, and it was his actual name!

You reach for the whole milk in the refrigerator and frown as your fingers skim across the handle of the carton. Damn you, genetics for not giving you more height. You hop up on your tiptoes and strain to wrap your fingers around the slim handle. You huff angrily as you drop your hand uselessly and dart your head around for an employee. Maybe they could help you out.

A tattooed arm stretches above your head and grabs the carton you were struggling to reach for, pausing for just a brief moment. You know exactly who's behind you, but you weren't exactly in the best position to turn and thank him for helping you out. His front nearly covered your entire back, his hips pressing lightly against your own. You think you can feel something pressing against your thigh, but before you can even register that he was flush against you in a public refrigerator, he's pulling away with the milk in his hand before he places it in your basket. You ignore that nagging feeling in the back of your head before offering him a small smile.

"Thanks, Sukuna. I couldn't have reached it without you."

"It's just milk. No need to thank me," he says lowly as he turns his uninterested gaze to a bag of marshmallows. The low somber baritone that rivals Yuuji's more enthusiastic tone always takes you by surprise, especially when you get a flash of his tongue piercings.

You walk deeper into the supermarket with your list in hand, trying not to squirm and blush as Sukuna walks beside you with his own basket in hand. You don't know why he's decided to stick with you, but you weren't going to reject his company. That'd be not polite. Plus, he can help you reach for things you can't. You can't help but hide behind him with a deep warmth on your face when women ogle at him then glare at you.

It's not long before the two of you are walking down the street of your peaceful neighborhood, a frown evident on your face as Sukuna carries both his and your bags home. You were strong enough to carry your things, although you were grateful for not having sore arms from the heavier items. In your defense, you did try to insist that you had it, but a silent glare from the older male shut you up faster than you can blink.

Sukuna, on the other hand, was feeling quite proud of himself. He knows he never comes off as friendly or sociable like his brother. Still, something about how you purposely distanced yourself from both makes him motivated to beat Itadori at something yet again. If Yuuji was a person of the day, then Sukuna was definitely a member of the night.

The two of you walk up to your porch and stop at the door, the tattooed man patiently waiting for you to retrieve your keys. Once the door is unlocked and open, you turn to your companion and reach for your groceries, only to be surprised and confused when he moves them out of your reach.

"Um, c-can I have-"

"I doubt you can reach some of the cupboards in there. I'll help." He quickly cuts you off, not even waiting for a response as he steps into your home with your bags held high, chuckling from the stuttered choke you release from his abruptness. Yeah, definitely the opposite of his brother.

You give in and enter your home with a tired sigh, walking to the kitchen and being genuinely surprised as he goes through your expired items before replacing them with your new fresher food. He does it in a way where everything is easily accessible to you, organizing everything more neatly than how you usually do it. Man, he works fast, too.

"I have a messy brother I live with, so I'm used to this, honestly," he says as if he read your mind, arms flexing and bulging as he pushes boxes and cans into your cupboards. "Sometimes, I don't know why if Yuuji's a human or an animal with the messes that he leaves behind."

You giggle softly at his comment, unaware of his eyes quickly darting back at you, and move to sit on your dining table, swinging your legs back and forth as you watch your bags grow empty as he finishes up with your groceries. "Yeah, as nice as he is, he gives me very messy vibes. Well, at least he has a responsible big brother looking after him." You can feel your heart thump against your chest from the small smile you receive from the stoic man.

You're colored impressed at your stocked refrigerator and cupboards before turning your head to find Sukuna tying up your garbage and pulling out of your trash can. Damn, you really had that much stuff going out? It would be best if you started looking at the dates more often. Sukuna briefly leaves to dump your garbage outside and returns to find you beaming up at him.

"Thank you, Sukuna. You're a real lifesaver!"

"Don't mention it. Ever." He gives you a smirk before letting his tatted hand land on your head, ruffling your locks lightly before letting his eyes trail upstairs. Briefly remembering Yuuji's words before he sent him to the grocery store, he feels his smirk falter as he returns his gaze to you. "Hey, is it okay if I use your bathroom before I leave?"

You nod happily and guide him to the bathroom upstairs, unaware of the way his ruby-red eyes focus on the way your ass sways as you take each step upward. You turn the corner to the right and open the very first door beside the stairs, turning the light on and looking back at your quiet neighbor. Definitely the stark opposite of Itadori. "Okay, I'll be downstairs."

Sukuna watches as you walk back downstairs before pulling the bathroom door shut and turning his eyes towards the door with an anime poster along with a few stickers plastered on the surface. Alright, time to get to work.

xxxx

"Did you get it? You didn't forget, did you??"

Sukuna frowns at his loud-mouthed brother as he crosses the threshold of their home, one hand buried in his pocket and the other gripping their groceries. Good to know his brother was so concerned for his safety. Rolling his eyes as he closes the door and heading to the counter to place the groceries on the counter, he returns to the living room where he flops on the couch and throws half of the contents of his pockets at his twin, keeping the other half in his hands. "I got one for each of us, little brother."

In each of their hands lay a pair of your lacy underwear, Itadori's pair being black while Sukuna's pair being a dark red that almost matched the color of his eyes. They both press the fresh fabric to their noses and take a long whiff, a mixed combination of groaning and sighing floating in the air from the smell of detergent slightly masking your scent.

Itadori thinks you're the cutest thing on Earth! You weren't exactly the tallest, but he personally didn't mind since he and his brother towered over most people at 6'4". That's fine because all of your constant walking tones your legs up, leading to a pair of strong yet plush thighs and the ass that he can't tear his eyes away from sometimes. He briefly looks down at his brother before feeling his lip twitch downward, turning to the stairs and heading to his room. It's annoying to see his twin actually take an interest in you, knowing he'd try to make this a competition. Again.

Sukuna shamelessly whips his cock out as he adjusts himself on the couch, running a tattooed hand over his pierced shaft before brushing his thumb across his pierced leaking head. He groans as he spreads his precum across his set of frenums before giving him a few rough pumps, closing his eyes while focusing on your natural smell along with the fruity smell of your detergent. He didn't know why the domestic feeling of the two of you walking through the store before returning to your home and placing groceries away turned him on so badly, but he can't stop the images from taking a sinister turn. He moves his hand faster at the thought of you writhing underneath his touch with teary hooded eyes and your soft pleas to stop as he dives deeper into that tight little pussy, molding you from inside out to be the perfect little cocksleeve for him.

"Fuck," he harshly whispers as he digs his other hand into the cushion of the couch, slightly raising his hips off the sofa. His pace tightens near the base, picturing your body folded in his lap as he drills into your cunt from below and relishes in your blissfully fucked out face with fresh tears wetting your puffy cheeks and incoherent babbles clawing out of your raw and abused throat, begging, pleading for a moment's rest. God, he wanted to wreck you, crush your innocent little spirit in his very hands--

A mix between groan and growl erupts from his throat before releasing in his hands, his hips jerking as he continues to stroke himself to full completion, licking his lips at the seed dripping down his shaft. Oh, how he wished it was leaking from your stuffed and battered cunt. He reaches over and plucks a napkin from the side table beside him, half-heartedly wiping his cock clean before tucking himself back in and laying back with your panties still in hand, used tissue discarded and forgotten. Jeez, he hasn't nutted like that in a long fucking time; he can still feel his calves and thighs tensing up from the almost numbing pleasure.

After a moment to rest, he pushes himself to a stand, picking up his soiled napkin and dropping it in a wastebin before heading to his dear brother's room to discuss his latest idea. He quietly pushes the door open, not surprised to see Itadori hunched over his bed with his leaking cock in one hand and your underwear pressing against his face with the other. He watches with mild interest as he lets out an animalistic groan and spills himself all over his hand, just like he had done not too long ago. He gives him a brief moment to collect himself before finally making his presence known.

"I have an idea, but you can't get mad."

Itadori jumps in surprise before whipping around to glare at Sukuna, clutching the panties a little tighter while hiding his mess from his scrutinizing gaze. Damn, does his brother have no fucking decency? "Fuck, man, can you at least knock?!" He huffs before cleaning himself up with a napkin he grabs from the box on his nightstand and properly tucking himself away, turning to frown at his rude sibling. "What is it this time? Your last idea had us moving all the way to a different part of Tokyo."

Sukuna rolls his eyes, annoyed that he was actually right for once. It's okay; he was going to be extra careful this time. An evil smile begins to stretch across his face before he fully steps into the room and kicking the door shut behind him, leaning against the dark wood.

"I think you'll be a fan of this one, dear brother."

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You hate to admit it at times, but hanging with Itadori was probably some of the best highlights of your days.

He never fails to make you laugh, having you keel over on your comedy as a comedy blares from your flat screen. His impersonations of the already goofy characters have you in tears while leaning against his equally shaking body rumbling from his deep laughter. He always brings snacks over, and you often have to chastise him for making a mess across your floor and coffee table, the brief anger dissipating at his bashful smile.

It doesn't take very long for your relationship to change; Itadori visiting one day after his workout at the gym to provide you company while you studied.

"Mind if I chill here while I wait for Sukuna? I forgot my key before I left for the gym." You always welcome his company with open arms, but you definitely hesitate at the sight of his sweaty and shirtless chest, your face flushing at the salty liquid slipping between the rivets of his tight six-pack. Oh, he was definitely going to be a distraction today.

"Y-Yeah! Come on in!" You turn back to the living room and flop back down on the couch, resuming your music and picking up your book and highlighter before delving back into the world of chemistry. You miss the way Itadori stares at your bent legs, licking his lips unconsciously at your thighs pressed flush against each other in the tiny shorts you chose to wear today.

You feel the couch dip close beside you, fingers brushing against your leg as he reaches for his phone in his pocket. He swings an arm along the back of the couch and scrolls through his social media but finds himself watching you instead as you slowly flip through and highlight the text of your book. His eyes are glued to your legs and thighs, adjusting themselves every few seconds.

It's quiet for a while outside of the soft music playing from your speaker; then you feel his hand drop from the couch to wrap around your waist and brush against the slightly exposed skin on your side, your blush returning and covering your cheeks. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find the twins extremely attractive, both having their unique traits. Itadori was more like the sun, bright and radiating his energy to everyone he crosses, never failing to make a new friend every day. Sukuna was more like the moon, a bit quiet but shining in his own way.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence, your eyes darting up at his phone every time Itadori lets a laugh through before falling back to the boring words of the kinetic molecular theory. Not like you can focus on the blurring words with his sculpted muscles pressed against the thin material of your shirt and his thumb rubbing small circles against your side. The heat, along with the hearty rumbling of his laughter, makes you squirm in his grip, the pink-haired male noticing your discomfort.

"You okay there?"

You jump and nearly drop your book from its place on your thighs, trying to hide to darkening flush from his curious, playful eyes. This is so embarrassing; you feel like the Earth could swallow you whole.

"Y-Yeah! I-I'm okay!" You wince at your overly enthusiastic response before fully turning your head away, trying to spare yourself from embarrassing yourself more than you already have.

You can feel the air grow awkward, cursing at yourself for letting your thoughts get the better of you. You can't deny the times where you've thought of the pair in a less innocent light, but you promised yourself you would never act on these feelings. You've been adamant about keeping school first and boys second for years. You weren't about to go back on your word now.

You're so deep in thought, you don't even notice the taller man slip away from the couch and in between your legs, placing the book where he just sat and bringing his hand up to wave in your face. "Earth to [Y/N]?" He chuckles as you jump and gape at him before letting his hands fall right beside your thighs on the couch. "You sure you okay? You seem a little distracted."

You let your eyes briefly fall to where he kneeled between your legs before bringing them back to his hungry hazel eyes. Your words are stuck in your throat when you feel his large hands slide on top of your thigh, thumbs rubbing small circles on your inner thigh, just like he did not too long ago. You make a brief note of your panties sticking to your slick cunt and pray inwardly that he strays far from the area.

You clear your throat before cutting off eye contact, your hands curling on the couch. "...M-Maybe a little."

Itadori can only laugh inwardly at how easy this was before sliding his hands up to your hips, his pinky fingers slipping under the elastic as he lowers his head towards your entrance. "I'm sorry for distracting you, but I really can't help myself." He adjusts his grip so that he's grasping the sides of both your shorts and underwear, looking up at you for permission. "I can promise you a great time as a sorry for interrupting your studying. How about it?"

Oh, you were certainly not expecting this development today, especially when you just reminded yourself of your promise, but who were you to pass up head from one of the beautiful men plaguing your thoughts every day and dreams every night? You nod feebly as you cover your face, not having the strength to watch him easily slip your shorts and underwear down your legs and scoot you closer to the edge.

Itadori takes a moment to gaze upon your pink wet cunt, feeling his cock stir in his pants when he sees your walls clench around nothing. Fuck, that was sexy. "You're so beautiful, [Y/N]. He dives his head down to press his nose against your mound, taking a whiff of your natural scent before letting a shudder course through his body. God, you smelled even better in person.

"Y-Yuuji, I-I, um, ahh!" You yelp as his tongue darts out to swipe across your clit, one of your hands immediately tangling in his soft pink locks while the other covers your eyes. You've always wondered if that's his real hair color. A breathy moan passes from your lips as he flattens his tongue and runs it along your folds, stopping to let the tip of his tongue lightly stroke against your leaking hole.

Itadori groans against your cunt from the mere taste of your essence, feeling his cock fully harden in his sweats. He moves his hands under your thighs and maneuvers you to lay on your back on the couch, breaking free for just a moment to join you on the couch. Placing your legs over his shoulders, he dives back in and slips his tongue inside while rubbing his nose against your clit. You taste better than he could ever imagine, already feeling your slick coating his chin as he eats you out like a man starved.

You grind your hips against his face and throw your arms over your eyes, your moaning growing higher in pitch as you feel a strong coil tighten in your lower stomach. He was about to make you cum this fast? You couldn't even make yourself cum that fast! What a monster. "Y-Yuuji! Mmm, fuck, Yuuji! I-I'm gonna..!"

Itadori pulls his mouth away from your quivering pussy before looking up at you, a playful smile spreading across his sopping face at the frustrated whine filling the air. You were so cute. "It's okay, baby; I'm gonna make you cum." He returns his mouth to your entrance before letting his tongue grind against your clit and slowly slipping a finger inside your folds, genuinely surprised at how tightly you clench around his single digit.

It was almost as if you were a virgin (wink wink nudge nudge).

He quickly recovers from his brief shock and blows softly on your little bud, grinning from your legs twitching on his shoulders. "But, you gotta watch me do it, [Y/N]," he murmurs between his kitten licks.

You reluctantly move your arms to your side and feel your breath stop in your throat when you find the strength to look down at this man. Imagining it was one thing, but actually witnessing it felt like it was illegal, almost. He looks delicious between your legs, tongue flicking and circling your clit while he slips a second finger into your cunt. You groan from his fingers, scissoring you open and brushing against your sweet spot, slowly trying to pull your orgasm out of you. He looks almost like an ethereal creature feasting upon your flesh.

You release a high-pitched moan as the coil snaps, and your orgasm washes over you, your back arching off the sofa and legs tensing on his broad shoulders. You can feel and hear him groan against your throbbing bud as your walls clench down on his fingers, slipping them out and moving his head to lick and suck at your gushing hole. "Y-Yuuji! Wait! I-I'm still..!" You whine when his tongue dives inside and scoops your essence into his mouth, both of your hands flying into his soft hair to tug him away from your overstimulated pussy.

Itadori finally pulls his head away and gives one last long swipe along your lips, looking up at you with hungry yet playful eyes. He would never lose that charm, in your opinion. "How was that? Good enough for ya?"

You sigh as your head falls back onto the couch cushion, throwing your arm over your eyes once again. "...Shut up, please." You briefly remember the paperwork on your coffee table and reach for one of the papers, but yelp instead as you're suddenly flipped over with your ass hiked up in the air. "Wha-?!"

You look back to see Itadori grinning at your weeping entrance before lightly blowing on the sensitive mound, relishing in the surprised gasp ripping through your moans. "Did you really think I was done with you?" He grinds his tongue against your lips before letting a hand swat down at your unsuspecting ass cheek, chuckling at the pained groan he pulls from you.

"I feel like my apology wasn't good enough. Let me make it up to you, baby."

xxxx

Itadori enters his home with the goofiest grin on his face, not even noticing his older twin of five seconds glaring at him from the loveseat.

"The fuck are you so happy about? It's honestly pissing me off." Seeing his brother happier than usual worsens his already pissy mood, the weed he smoked when he got home from work at the tattoo parlor not doing much to quell his anger.

The younger of two flops onto the couch next to his brother before digging in his pockets, pulling out a pair of white lacy panties with a cute little pink bow in front. If Sukuna leaned in just a little closer, he would smell your sex all over his face and hands. "Quality time with [Y/N] went very smoothly. I should forget my key more often." He looks over to his mildly upset brother before slapping a hand on his shoulder, laughing at his intensifying glare. "You can't get mad at me! This is your plan!"

Sukuna huffs before averting his eyes to the blaring tv, snatching the sodden panties from his grip and stuffing them in his pockets. "I know, idiot. You didn't fuck her, right?"

Itadori nods dreamily before letting his head fall back onto the couch, closing his eyes and releasing a relieved sigh. There were too many nights where he lay in bed, his dick wet with his release as he beats himself to finality from the mere feel of your garments covering his face and slipping between his lips. Knowing that your tight, untouched cunt rubbed against the tongue daily was enough to have him spilling in his hands again and again.

"Don't worry, Sukuna. I'll have her nice and ready for you when she's here. He pushes himself off the couch before stepping over his brother's extended legs and heading to the stairs, locking his finger behind his neck. "Gotta make sure they're comfortable with one, remember? Besides..." He pauses on the first and turns his head back to his twin, an evil smirk replacing his usually warm smile.

"You're getting the best part."

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Itadori becomes a little thorn in your side from his almost daily visits. He shows up at any time of the day, taking you by surprise and somehow coercing you to let him inside. It doesn't take long to find the two of you locked in a heated makeout session, all sorts of teeth and tongue clashing against each other. He then dives between your legs and feasts upon you like he doesn't have food at home. He presses you against every surface of your home whenever he pleases, having you bent over your kitchen counter too many times to count as he gobbled you from behind.

You even find yourself returning the favor a few times, feeling bad about his forgotten erection. You had been really shy about it one day he came over, lightly brushing your hands across the seam of his basketball shorts and getting the shock of a lifetime when you feel his hard-on bounce against your fingers. Holy shit, he's not wearing underwear. You had asked for permission so quietly that he almost didn't hear it.

The sheer size of him almost made you back out. When you peel his shorts down enough to free him, you had to hold back a scream from the thing that springs out and lightly bounces off of his stomach. He was long and thick, prominent veins swirling around the shaft ending with a red and leaking mushroom tip. He had to be at least eight or nine inches. What were you thinking?! You couldn't fit all of him in your mouth, let alone anywhere else! But, you weren't a quitter, and you would try to do your best.

The first time you took his cock in your mouth, your teeth had skimmed across the shaft a little too roughly, and you ended up choking on his cum that splurted in your throat so suddenly. You were too embarrassed to look him in the eye for the rest of the day. But, as time goes on and you practice more, you can at least say you can suck him off good enough to have you melting under your tongue.

That's where you find yourself now, perched between his legs while running your tongue along his shaft before swirling the tip of your tongue across his leaking head. His small groans and grunts motivate you to push yourself a little further, engulfing the head between your lips before slowly sinking lower until you feel him brush against your gag reflex. You can feel his fingers thread through your locks, his thighs trembling under your dainty hands.

"Fuck, your mouth is so hot, [Y/N]. Don't stop, please," Itadori grits through his teeth as he looks down at your puffy cheeks and swollen lips wrapped around his cock, feeling himself twitch in your throat. He was using all of his control not to thrust repeatedly into your neck, knowing you were still quite new to all of this. It was quite obvious from the way you reacted from your first time messing around. It's okay; he'd mold your throat to take all of his cock eventually. "You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth, baby."

You can feel your cheeks redden even worse from the breathy praises escaping his mouth. You can also feel yourself growing wetter by the second, your panties clinging uncomfortably to your wet mound. You swallow around his length before taking a deep breath and pushing more of his cock down your throat, releasing a whimper when your nose brushes against the hairs of his pelvis. Oh God, he's so big that it makes you temporarily dizzy, the smell and taste overwhelming your senses. But, the guttural groan that passes his lips sends heat straight to your groin, your thighs rubbing together for some form of relief. You pull yourself back before slowly repeating your actions, bobbing your head while trying to loosen the muscles of your windpipe to accommodate his girth easier. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you quicken your pace to the sound of his heavy breathing, barely registering his finger tightening in your locks.

Itadori lifts his hips and suddenly buries his cock deep in your throat, groaning and closing his eyes from the choked noises vibrating around his dick. He snaps his hips against your face, blindly thrusting into your throat as if it were your little tight cunt enveloping him instead. He cracks a single eye open to see tears rushing down your reddened face and a prominent bulge in your neck where his cock rested.

"F-Fuck, that's hot. I-I'm sorry, [Y/N]..! You, ah, feel so.. fucking... good!!"

You try to breathe through your nose with every thrust, but he wasn't giving you much room to breathe, honestly. Your fingers curl on his thighs as you look up at him with glassy eyes and wet eyelashes, feeling your lids flutter before your orbs roll to the back of your head from the lack of oxygen circulating through your veins. If he fucks you like this any longer, you might pass out with his dick in your mouth.

Not even two seconds pass before he's stilling with his entire length shoved down your throat and paining your insides white with his hot cum, a feral growl of your name erupting from his chest. You immediately swallow his essence, not wanting another replay of your very first time with his cum in your mouth. You take deep breaths through your nose as you rub small circles on his shaking thighs, slowly retracting your mouth from his softening cock but not before rubbing your sticky tongue across his still leaking head and down his shaft. Finishing off with a final sweep across the slit, you look up at him with a dazed smile and still teary eyes.

"How'd I do?" You're not too surprised to hear your raspy voice clawing through your raw throat, but it still surprises you nonetheless.

"God, you were fucking amazing." He laughs lightly as he loosens his grip in your hair, stroking the locks back into place before pulling you up onto his lap, but not before tucking himself back inside his shorts. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I know I got a little wild just now."

You shake your head and give him a small smile, looping your arms around his strong neck before burying your fingers in his pale pink locks, brushing against the dark undercut underneath. "I'm okay. Nothing tea won't fix." Your heart skips a beat when he presses you into his chest, his arms tightening around your waist as his lips find refuge on your neck, leaving soft kisses in their wake. You sigh as he rubs imaginary patterns along your back and sucks a few red welts along your neck and collarbone. You'd have to cover those up when you go to class tomorrow. The thought makes you feel giddy inside.

The two of you enjoy the comfortable silence together, the burning lust in the air simmering down to a light heat as Itadori hums against your neck, letting one of his hands trail up to brush against the back of your neck. He pulls his face back enough to slant his lips over yours, pressing your face closer as his tongue slips into your mouth easily, groaning at the taste of his release still on your tongue. As much as he would love to give you a second helping of his thick seed, he should get back home before it gets too late.

He briefly pulls away, peppering kisses across your flushed cheeks before grinning down at you, sliding his hand back down to your waist to crush you to his chest once again. He hums when your small hands rest against his chest, feeling your fingers tremble ever so lightly. "I have to go. I don't want to, but I do."

You feel your shoulder sag as you nod and wiggle from his grip, watching as he gathers his things for the small trek across the street before letting your thoughts wander a bit. What exactly were you doing? You weren't looking for a summer fling, especially when you've sworn up and down that your studies would take priority over everything. You have to admit, Itadori is fine as fuck and his mouth is a talent you're sure most men would die for, but could you really do this with a man whose feelings you weren't so sure on just yet? Was it safe not knowing what he did outside of your home? He could be swapping spit with a completely different woman, and you would be completely oblivious to the fact. A frown finds its way to your face from the very thought of another woman's essence on his tongue and possibly your tongue now, not Itadori leaning closer to your pouting face.

A brush against your lips snaps you out of your thoughts, and you find yourself lip-locked with him once more, albeit softer this time. The kiss is cut short, unfortunately, as Itadori pulls away and presses a feathery kiss on your forehead, pushing himself off the couch and swinging his workout bag over his shoulder. He must really love the gym, huh?

"I'll text you, okay?"

He smiles at your dazed nod before letting himself out, leaving you confused and aroused on your couch. You huff angrily before heading to the shower, hoping your fingers can give you some relief.

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You didn't know why the idea of going over to their place never crossed your mind, but the very thought scares you a little bit. Even thinking about crossing that threshold to their home gives you nasty chills. Everything you and Itadori ever did had taken place in every room of your smaller home, ranging from the edge of the bathtub to against your dryer and even your hallway closet door. There were times you wondered why he never tried to go all the way with you, but you figure it's because he probably knows you're a virgin. It was pretty obvious at this point. You aren't complaining, though; you weren't completely sure if you wanted him to be your first. Were you scared of being cast aside once he got what he wanted? Were you cautious and protective of yourself? Or were you scared of him letting it slip to his brother?

You don't know why the opinion of the quieter male concerns you so much, especially when he's barely spoken a word to you all summer. So, you try to push the idea out of your mind as you walk across the street towards the brick home you would always find yourself staring mindlessly at on most of your study days. It was strange to be a visitor instead of the host today, your hand tightening around your bag strap when you catch sight of Sukuna's motorcycle parked beside Itadori's black 2019 Mazda3. Jeez, were they loaded or something?

You stare at the intricate patterns on the polished wood, your hand adjusting around the strap across your chest. God, you never thought you'd find yourself here for any reason. Your finger hovers over the doorbell, not finding the strength to push the small white button. What was making you hesitate right at the finish line?

Your answer comes in the form of Sukuna's shirtless form, swinging the door open, staring at you boredly. You jump from the sudden action, your hand joining its twin at your chest as a flush spreads across your face. How long did he know you were there?

"H-Hi. Is Yuuji home?"

"...He's upstairs." He moves aside to let you inside, stifling a groan when he feels your arm brush against his toned stomach. He closes the door and watches closely as you remove your shoes, admiring the way your tights cup and squeeze around your thighs and ass. It takes all of his self-control not to slam you against the wall and bury his hardening cock in your warm virgin cunt, taking a moment to clear his throat and step around to head to the stairs. "I'll show you to his room."

You jog up behind him, giving him a small smile as you follow him up the stairs. You admire the intricate tribal marks covering most of his back, watching as they move on time with the flex of his muscles. He's so hot. "Thank you, Sukuna. Are you off today?"

"Yeah, I didn't have anything scheduled today." He stands in front of his brother's room, sneering with disgust at the Jennifer Lawrence poster staring him in the face. You'd think he'd have better taste in women. Megan the Stallion was definitely a better choice. He looks down at your innocent form and feels his sneer turn into a small grin, holding back the evil smirk he really wanted to release. "Alright. Have fun."

You wave him off as he heads to his room before knocking on the door, right on Jennifer's stomach. "Yuuji?" There's no response, so you go ahead and crack the door open, peeking your head into his messy room. "Hello?"

Itadori is lying back in bed with his headphones over his ears and a manga covering his face, one arm hanging uselessly over the edge of the bed. The other rises and falls with the steady rhythm of his breathing, fingers spread across his naked stomach. Why do both brothers not like shirts? Why must they tempt you so?

You place your bag down at the end of the bed and kneel to shake his arm lightly. "Yuuji?" The man stirs from your touch and voice, groaning softly before lifting his hand to push the book off of his face. You smile at his dorky and sleepy face before pulling your hands back to rest on the edge of his bed away from his hand. "Good morning, sleepy beauty."

He shoots up in surprise before letting his gaze dart to the digital clock on his nightstand, groaning at the time. He definitely lost track of time when he decided to lie down for a nap. He turns back to playfully glare at your giggling figure before giving you a sleepy smile and pulling his headphones to hang around his neck.

"My bad. I totally didn't see the time when I laid down. I hope you can forgive me, o' supreme one." He slides onto the floor to sit beside you, leaning back on his hands as he watches you place binders, books, and folders across his table. "I don't think I've ever seen you not study."

You pout as you place your books on the table, digging around for your pencil pouch. "That's not true. You've seen me when I was trying to watch anime. Ah!" You whip your pencil pouch and go over your highlighters, not noticing the dreamy look on Itadori's face.

He thinks back on the first time he went to your house with his boring brother in tow, smiling at the memory of your My Hero socks and Bakugou shirt. You were so cute that day; if his brother hadn't been there, he definitely would've tried to come inside that day. He's not too mad, though. His patience has paid off quite a bit.

Speaking of patience...

He looks down at you, feeling his cock stir to life in his shorts as you work on your assignments quietly, his eyes glued to your highlighter whenever you bring it up to prod your lips. The simplest actions from you has him wanting to say fuck it to your homework and bury deep inside of your mouth. It's fine, it's fine; he'll be there very soon.

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You whimper against his lips, your arms looped awkwardly around his neck while he nudges your legs open with his knee before sliding himself in between. His hand slides your shirt up and over your breasts, fingers skimming across the underwire of your bra.

You had been studying for a whole thirty minutes before Itadori leaned his head against your shoulder, one of his long arms looping casually around your waist. You couldn't even get a word of protest in before he mumbles something in the crook of your neck and leaning onto the floor with you in tow, easily flipping on top and diving to your gaping lips, bringing you to your current situation.

You push yourself back to gain some well-needed air before letting your eyes dart up to the closed door. "Y-Yuuji, wait. Y-Your brother's here..!" You stifle a moan as he drags his lips across your cheek back down to your neck, leaving his usual array of love bites along the hollow of your throat.

"Then, you'd be quiet, so he doesn't hear you, baby." The pet names never fail to make you blush, and it's no different this time when your cheeks darken as he glides his tongue in the valley of your breasts, leaving bites and apologetic kisses behind as his hand reaches up behind you to unclasp your bra. Once the latch was loose, he pulls the flimsy material from your chest and gazes upon your mounds, bringing his hand around to cup one of your free breasts. "God, you're so beautiful underneath me."

You release a quiet yelp as his lips attach to one of your nipples, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh while trailing his other hand down your stomach to your tights, slipping under the stretchy fabric to skim across the frill of your panties. "Y-Yuuji, please!" You squeeze your eyes shut as his digits graze across your damp panties, pressing against your clit before slowly pinching and rolling the nub deliciously in his fingers. "Y-Yuuji, fuck-"

Your eyes shoot open to try and meet his gaze, but you're instead glued to the bedroom door swung wide open and a pair of black sweatpants blocking the only exit. You slowly connect the pants (hung awfully low, in your opinion) to a familiar shirtless and tatted chest and the smirking face of Sukuna openly looking down at your half-naked form.

"Well, isn't this a beautiful sight? You work fast, little brother."

You immediately slap a hand over your face while trying to push Itadori off of your body. Still, he's too strong, too invested in your alluring body as he pulls your panties to the side and slips a single finger inside your folds, grinding and massaging your walls before hooking to brush against your sweet spot. A pitiful moan claws its way to the surface, your hand digging into Itadori's biceps as you stiffen from the sudden intrusion.

He detaches from your nipple and slips his finger from your warmth before looking up at his rather rude brother, frowning while pulling away from your embarrassed and indecent body. "You and this 'no knocking' shit has to stop, dude." Itadori lifts you and places you in his lap once he sits back against his nightstand, pulling you to his chest to protect the little modesty you had left. He holds you by the hips while he "protects" you from his brother's wandering eyes. "So? What'd you want?"

A part of you is a little confused as to why he sounded so casual, but Sukuna's words wreck your current train of thought.

Sukuna grins at your trembling form before stepping inside and shutting the door behind him, leaning against the thin wooden material with his arms crossed over his chest. "Well, you two were making so much notice that I couldn't help but be concerned for my brother and our little neighbor here." You really didn't like the way he said that. He laughs at your visible flinch before raking his eyes over your bare, unblemished back, eager to leave his mark on you at least. "Doesn't seem fair that you get all of the fun. You should let me join."

You don't see the shared look and nod between the two, a yelp replacing your protests when a pair of hands grab your ankles and pulls you onto your knees, your upper torso still pressing against Itadori's chest as Sukuna caresses your exposed back and sides, an evil grin spreading across his face. He was finally about to live out the dreams plaguing his slumber night after night.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you... too much."

Your protests die in your throat when Sukuna hooks his fingers on the waistband of your tights and yanks them down your legs, large hands sliding back up to run across your smooth skin. You feel Itadori's soft and gentle cup your burning cheeks, and tears well up in your eyes as you stare into his kind chocolate eyes, whimpering against the fingers that brush across your lower lip. There was too much going on, too many hands touching you, and two different types of heat nearly scorching you on the spot.

"It's okay, just focus on me, okay?" Itadori grins at your trembling body before peppering kisses across your face and neck, just like back at your home. "I'm right here; I'm not going anywhere, okay?" He speaks to you like an adult to a frightened child as if his brother wasn't pulling your panties to the side and hovering his mouth over your sticky mound.

Gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, Sukuna groans at the sight of your pulsing walls, pushing back the urge to sink inside with no prep only because his brother was sitting right there. He hates to admit it, but he wouldn't have gotten here without his dear idiot twin. Next time, for sure. For now, he settles with pressing his lips against your lower, his tongue darting to press the small against your clit.

Your fingers curl in Itadori's chest as your body tenses at the intrusion, your mouth agape in pure shock. The few dreams of Sukuna hungrily eating you out with those tongue piercings of his were about to become a reality? Oh, what in the world did you do to deserve such amazing treatment? You never thought you'd EVER find yourself in this situation, but you'd take advantage of it while it lasted. The way he sucks and licks at your little nub, rubbing the bar at the tip of his tongue across the sensitive area, have you breathing heavily against Itadori's face, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Oh, baby, you look so sexy like this." Itadori grins as he cradles your face in his hands and slants his lips over your own quivering ones, a hand slipping down to free his erection from his restraints. He lets out a grunt when one of your hands reaches out and wrap around his length, thin fingers stroking the hard meat in your palm. He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and moves his hand to your chest, taking a breast in his grip and giving it a tight squeeze, swallowing your combined moans and groans.

Sukuna moves his hands to palm your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he dives into your walls, groaning from the taste of your juices filling his mouth. Itadori was right for once; you were absolutely delicious. He pulls away from your clenching hole to flatten his tongue across his lips, giving long and hard strokes to your labia. Lifting a hand and slamming it back down on your cheek, he relishes in the sound of your choked moans muffled by his brother's lips.

"Fuck, your pussy is delicious. I could eat this forever," he murmurs against your thighs when he pulls back for a breath, leaving small bites across your smooth skin. He guides one of his hands down to your cunt before slipping two fingers inside your core, immediately scissoring you open as he pushes his sweats down to free his throbbing cock. He looks at his brother with an evil smirk, signaling down to your shaky hand.

Itadori pulls away from your mouth and places a hand in your hair, guiding your head down to his pulsing cock. "Show me what you've learned, [Y/N]. I want to see your progress." He groans and lets his head fall back against his nightstand as he feels your small tongue run across his shaft before swiping across his reddened tip. God, you were going to be the death of him.

You moan against his tip as Sukuna spears you from behind, feeling your thighs tremble ever so slightly. Fuck, you were feeling too good; it was messing with your head, fogging your thought process as you slowly engulf Itadori's cock in your awaiting mouth. You feel your cheeks redden from the familiar praises directed your way from the twin's mouth.

"Fuck, just like that."
"Oh, you're doing amazing, [Y/N]."
"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby."

You bob your head to the rhythm of Sukuna's fingers thrusting in your pussy, feeling your back arch and your thighs spread just a bit more as he massages and stretches your walls, his middle finger brushing against your sweet spot. You feel yourself stutter, then whine around Itadori when his brother suddenly retracts his fingers. Before you could even get your thoughts together, you feel something blunt and oddly cold pressing against your lips, freezing in fear and shock. He wasn't going to try and stick it in, was he? You pull your lips back and look at the male behind with wide eyes, a hand shooting back to try and push him back.

"W-Wait, Sukuna! I'm a..!"

The word virgin dies in your throat as he pushes the tip between your folds and into your warmth, spreading your cheeks to watch your lips slowly spread from his girth. He pushes his hips forward and groans from the tightness surrounding his pierced cock, feeling the small beads rub against your tight walls. He raises his gaze to stare into your pained and troubled face, running his pierced tongue across his lips.

"Hate to break it to ya, sweetheart, but not anymore."

The tears finally rush down your face from the pain of his piercings catching at the thin walls of your entrance and his girth stretching your poor virgin walls. Your body grows rigid, holding back a scream when Itadori's hands return to your face, wiping at the streaks of tears on your puffy cheeks. You turn your gaze back to those soft chocolate eyes, surprised at the lack of empathy from his brother's actions. If anything, he looks pleased and even turned on about the situation.

"God, you're so beautiful, [Y/N]," he mumbles as he brings your head back to his cock, smiling down at you, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "It's okay, baby. Just focus on me, and you'll start feeling good soon. I promise."

You try to focus on dragging your tongue along his shaft as Sukuna sinks more of his cock inside your quivering cunt, squeezing your ass hard enough to bruise as he finally bottoms out inside you, swearing from your walls fluttering around his thick member. It hurts, it hurts so bad, but you can't find the voice to tell him to stop. He pulls his hips back to slam into you, laughing at the pained whine he hears from you.

"Shh, shh, it'll be okay." He leans over and drags his lips up your back, running his tongue piercing across each ridge of your spine. "Just let me work you open, sweetheart." He thrusts into you slowly, pulling back and moving his hands to your hips to watch your ass bounce off his abdomen. "Fuck, you're so little and tight. You're crushing the fuck out of my dick."

Your groans of pain slowly turn into muffled whimpers as Itadori guides your mouth to swallow the head of his cock, sinking your head to brush against the back of your throat. Your hands fly to the floor when he moves to stand on his knees and buries both hands in your locks, your eyes darting nervously at the man occupying your mouth.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. It makes me want to ruin you, baby."

You try to focus on your breathing like last time, taking deep breaths from your nose. Still, it's hard to focus on anything when Sukuna's pace quickens, and he's drilling into you from behind, his nails digging into your sides and his dick piercings rubbing deliciously against your gummy walls. This wasn't exactly what you imagined losing your virginity would look like, but he's fucking any fucks out of you, and you no longer care to think about it.

Sukuna is in heaven right now. He slams his hips into yours with a new fervor, no longer concerned with your pain or pleasure. He could only think about the warm cloud fogging his head as your cunt swallows him again and again, squeezing around him tightly as he buries his cock inside you over and over again.

"You like it, don't ya? You like my cock stretching you open, reaching you in places no man will ever touch you? Your little cunt is pulling me back in, fuck."

This was, by far, the best idea he's ever had. Using his idiot brother as a means to get you in their home was a fair trade-off from having to share you every once in a while. He didn't care; he got your virginity, and that's all he wanted.

Itadori slowly thrusts into your mouth, his head thrown back in pure pleasure from your throat rubbing against his twitching member. Fuck, he was already so close. Seeing tears line your wide and scared eyes had him already on the edge of his orgasm. He steels himself to hold back his orgasm but proceeds to drive his hips into your face, fucking your throat with little concern for your breathing. God, you were clamping down on him so hard, he felt like he was going to burst any second now.

You can feel your vision grow blurry from the constant tears running down your face and the lack of oxygen, but it doesn't hide the way your walls clamp around Sukuna's cock as you're speared from both ends by both twins. This was wrong, or at least it should've been, but the way they both drive into your holes has your eyes fluttering shut and your arms struggling to hold you up. You can only release muffled moans as your orgasm sneaks up on you and suddenly snaps, your moans vibrating around Itadori's cock as you cream around the pierced cock still thrusting wildly into you.

A mix of groans and grunts fills the room as the two chases after their releases. Itadori gives your throat a few hard thrusts before stilling completely, spilling his cum down your esophagus with a groan of your name. "Oh, fuck, [Y/N], take it all, yes!"

Sukuna ruthlessly drives into you before pressing his hips against yours and painting your walls white with his hot seed, slamming his hand on your bruised ass a few times as he weakly fucks you through his orgasm. He finally slows and withdraws his hips, smirking at your stretched and leaking hole, your mixed seed sliding down your pussy lips. "Uh, uh. No wasting here, dear." He scoops up his release before pushing it back inside.

Itadori slips his cock from your mouth, frowning as you crumple into a pile on the floor. "Goddamnit, did we go too far again? I really don't want to move because of this happening again."

Sukuna shakes his head and flips your half-conscious body over on your back, pointing at the steady rise and fall of your chest. "She's good. It would've been your fault if anything happened."

He snorts at his brother's choked gasp, bending down to hover over your puffy lips and sighing in relief from the steady breathing coming from your raw throat. He skims his hand across your stomach, guiding its way up to your breast before giving a harsh squeeze. A pained groan escapes your chest, eliciting a smirk from the tatted male.

"Say, idiot," he starts as he drags his nails lightly down your stomach back to your puffy lips brushing a single finger across your sensitive clit before looking up at his curious twin. "Since we didn't break this one, how about we go for round two when she wakes up?" He's proud to see Itadori's lips stretched into an evil smirk, his hands moving to cup your breasts once more.

"I think that sounds perfect, brother."

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You throw your textbook across your bed in frustration when the words begin to jumble together, and acids and bases no longer make sense to you. You couldn't focus when the events from a few days ago constantly flash through your mind.

Images of Itadori sucking and whispering dirty secrets into your leg as he fucks you from the side are plastered in the forefront of your vision while flashes of Sukuna's pierced cock sliding in and out of your mouth almost makes your mouth water. You had been fucked so thoroughly by the two, you had to be carried home by Itadori when your legs refused to work. And yet, you weren't even the slightest upset at them for their actions. Yes, you were mad about your sudden loss of virginity, but it was a wave of fleeting anger. If anything, you were frustrated at yourself for wanting more from the set of twins.

You lay back in your bed and glare at your ceiling, the rising sun peeking through your thin curtains. You've been up since 6 am, Itadori and Sukuna's voices and the feel of their hands shaking you wide awake. Looking over at your digital clock, you frown at the bright red numbers reading 8:07 am before pushing yourself out of bed and heading to your bathroom for a shower. You might as well get ready for the day if you can't focus on your studies.

Maybe a nice shower will wash away the small pool of arousal in your stomach.

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You glare at the bruises and marks littering your body before slipping into a white crop top and black shorts, heading downstairs for a bowl of cereal and an early morning anime binge. Covering all of your new spots had been a challenge, refusing to meet eyes with anyone at school if they so happened to gaze upon your neck or collarbone that your shirt couldn't cover entirely. Stretching your arms over your head, you reach for the yellow box and bring it to the counter, a blush rising to your face yet again. Looking at the ridiculous cartoon character reminds you of Sukuna and how closely pressed he was in the freezer when the two of you were in the supermarket a few weeks ago.

"Fuck, this fucking sucks..." You sigh before pouring the colorful cereal into a bowl and reaching into your fridge for the milk. As soon as you place the carton on the counter, a rough knock on your door snaps you out of your lustful daydreaming.

Who the fuck is here so early in the morning, and why did they need something from you?

You walk to your door and swing it open irritably, about to tell your latest visitor that you were unavailable for whatever help they needed from you this early in the morning. All your words die on your tongue when you meet teasing blood-red eyes and a familiar playful smirk.

"Morning, neighbor."

Sukuna chuckles at your stunned expression while leaning against your doorway with a coffee mug in his hand. Giving you a few days to recuperate from your first time with him was originally his plan. However, when he saw you returning from school yesterday with some of his markings still littering your waist, he couldn't wait any longer to have you, but without his brother this time.

He extends his mug out with a lazy smirk, chest flexing in the black tight muscle shirt he dons this morning. "Got any sugar? We ran out this morning." This was the oldest trick, but he knew you wouldn't leave him hanging.

You hesitate on letting him in just for sugar, not wanting your mind to take a deeper plunge now that it was just the two of you. Your fingers curl around the doorknob as you think over your options, bringing your lower lip into your mouth, which catches the male's attention. It wouldn't hurt to have him in for five minutes, right? You slowly step away from the door and give him a small nod, watching as he steps over the threshold into your home and kicking the door closed.

"Y-Yeah. I-I have some. Follow me."

You turn away from his wandering eyes before stiffly heading to your kitchen; you clearly forget your breakfast as you reach past the bowl to grab your container of sugar. This is so nerve-wracking for you, not exactly sure if he really needs sugar or was using it as an excuse to bring himself over so early. You remember Itadori telling you how much he hated waking up in the mornings, and that would probably be the best opportunity for him to sneak out undetected.

You face the tatted male sitting at your island before scooping several cups of sugar into his awaiting mug. "Th-There you go. Is that enough?" You release a sigh of relief from his curt nod before quickly turning away and placing your sugar jar back, feeling his eyes burn into the skin of your exposed lower back. Knowing that he was ogling at you so openly sends heat straight to your groin and has your thighs clamping together. Oh, goodness, not now.

"Thanks, sugar. You're just a sweetheart." You're surprised to hear his deep voice right beside your ear, whipping yourself around to find him right behind you, almost pressing you against the counter. Sukuna lets his hands fall to your hips before guiding one up and around your back, grabbing the scruff of your neck and forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. "I see you were making yourself breakfast. Good, because I still haven't eaten today..."

You don't even fight it when he smashes his lips onto yours, your hands awkwardly fidgeting at your sides as he fully pushes you against the kitchen counter beside your forgotten cereal. You knew for a fact that this would happen, but you weren't exactly complaining. You stretch onto your tiptoes and loop your arms around his neck, squealing against his lips when he brings his hands under your thighs and lifts you onto the kitchen counter.

Pulling away from your lips and trailing bites down your jaw and neck, he grips the sides of your shorts and yanks them down your legs, flinging them behind him before trailing his large hands back up your bare legs, gripping your thighs and spreading them so he could slip between them easily.

"S-Sukuna.. mm, oh.." Breathless moans fill the empty home when his fingers skim across the growing spot on your underwear before hooking and pulling them to the side. You watch as he lowers himself onto his knees, flinching when his tongue flicks at your clit.

Sukuna groans against your mound before giving your clit a harsh suck, earning another hushed whisper of his name. He briefly pulls away to bite and suck on your inner thigh, his eyes darting up to meet your own.

"Keep saying my name like that, and I'll fuck you into the counter."

He returns to your cunt, running his piercings along your slit and tasting every crevice of your insides. He could eat you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and as a midnight snack for the rest of his life and never starve.

You bury a hand in his soft pink locks and lean your head against the cabinet, freely letting his name slip from your lips as he eats you out on your kitchen counter. Itadori was slow and sensual, gradually building your peak up before gently bringing you back down to Earth. Sukuna was the complete opposite, bringing you to the edge quickly with his more experienced tongue and hands.

A frustrated grunt rings through the room when Sukuna pulls away with the lightest kiss on your throbbing clit and stands to full attention, pushing his pajama pants down to his ankles. You weren't surprised to see him not wearing any underwear.

"Thanks for the breakfast, sweetheart." He grins down at you before grinding his cock piercings against your slick cunt, coating his girth in your juices. "Hope you're ready, baby." He moves his hands to grip the counter and leans into your body, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "I'm about to fuck you back to sleep, baby."

The cool piercing of his Prince Albert is the first thing you notice before the feeling of fullness clouds your mind. You don't know if the groan you hear comes from you or him, but you let the thought pass as he sinks deeper into you, every piercing rubbing against the gummy flesh of your insides.

"S-Sukuna! O-Oh, fuck..!" You find your voice as you cling to him while he grinds his against yours sluggishly. The stretch is a little uncomfortable but not unbearable like the first, and with his hips giving you small pumps, the pain and discomfort ebbs away into burning pleasure.

He fully draws his hips back to slam back inside of you, moving a hand to grip and pull your thigh wider. Pressing your leg higher to your chest, he gives you slow but deep strokes, enjoying your cries as he pumps you full. He was grateful for your mouth being unoccupied this morning, loving the way his name spills from your lips like a waterfall.

"Fuck, your cunt is so tight, princess. You feel so.. fucking good, baby." He releases your thigh and slides his hands to your hips, lifting you off the counter and bouncing you off his cock, burying his head in the crook of your neck to suck and bite at the healing bruises.

"This pussy made for me only, right baby? You gonna cum on my cock, baby?"

You shamelessly nod and clench around his dick as he brings you closer to the edge, your fingers buried and tugging at the scruff of his hair while your legs tighten around his waist. The pool of heat resting at your stomach spreads steadily until your toes curl and you're wailing Sukuna's name, your back arching and body tensing in his palms.

"Sukuna! Fuck, Su..ku..na!" Your screams of his name bring new life into his thrusts, using your body to chase after his release. He growls against your neck before pulling back and looking down at your exhausted and sweaty body, an evil smirk spreading across his face.

"You got one more for me, sweetheart?"

Before you can question what he meant, he moves to wrap one arm around your waist and the other to rest on your thigh, pressing and circling his fingers against your little nub.

"I know you got one more for me, baby. Come on, cum on my fucking cock."

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the way he grinds his fingers against your clit and his piercings grind against your soft pulsing walls has another already rising in your stomach.

"S-Sukuna, please! I-I'm gonna.. Fuck!!"

His hips stutter as his legs tense up, barely withdrawing his hips as he buries deeper inside of you, grinding his teeth together as he focuses on bringing you over the edge once more. Your cunt clenches around him tightly before another pitiful whine of his name reaches his ears, finally pushing him to the finish line.

"Take it, take it! Fucking take it!"

You simultaneously groan from the feeling of his seed filling your insides, his nails digging into the meat of your ass. You're grateful for being on birth control since junior high, not because you knew you'd be having sex eventually. Better safe than sorry is what you live by. You look up into his hooded crimson eyes, watching his expression as he slides his semi-hard cock from your stretched pussy.

"Fuck, I came over for sugar, but..."

He grins down at your blushing face before running his hardening length against your sensitive slit, draping himself over your body and sliding his cock back into your warmth.

"I think I'll come back for the cream, instead."