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Home.
The only thing on your mind was home. Today was exhausting. You had spilled your coffee on your professor, to even further your embarrassment, you were late. Your head lowered in shame as your professor publicly humiliated you, in front of your classmates no less. Your cheeks burning with shame as you quickly and quietly shuffled to your usual seat.
In between Getou Suguru and Gojo Satoru, your best friends. It was an unlikely friend group, the only unlikely part being you. Both of them were made for each other. Both cocky assholes in their own ways. Suguru being the nicer of the two. Suguru patted the seat next to him, moving Satoru’s backpack to the floor below. He smiled at your pouting figure while Satoru smirked.
You shuffled between the desks and people’s legs, most uncaring if they caused you to fall flat on your face. As you tried to slide through Satoru’s legs, he wraps his arms swiftly around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap and nuzzling into your neck as if he were your lover. Most of your classmates are sending you a dirty look, jealous of the fact that you had two attractive men all wrapped around your fingers.
“Satoru! Stop!” you hurriedly whispered, afraid of receiving another lecture from your already angry professor. It wasn’t wise to anger him twice. “Say the magic word, baby.” he huskily whispered, having the audacity to grossly lick the shell of your ear, a shiver running up your spine at the feeling of his teasing appendage. You sighed before pouting, looking at Suguru for help but he continued to sit back, not paying attention to the lesson but staring at your pitiful figure still trapped between Satoru’s insanely long limbs.
“He’s not gonna help you. Might as well just say it.”
“I-I...Please Satoru...Suguru…” you batted your eyelashes, glossy lips pouting at the both of them. Smirks creeping onto their faces. They loved teasing you. You were too easy to tease! Your cute little pout their motivation. Satoru cooed before effortlessly picking you up and placing you right in between Suguru and himself.
You exhaled before grudgingly unpacking your school supplies and setting them onto the table. Sighing as Satoru wrapped his arm around your shoulders, paying the lesson no mind, Suguru rolled his eyes, knowing Satoru would mooch off of you or himself when it was time for exams.
“We’re planning to go to a party tonight,” Satoru peered at you, slightly startling you since you were heavily immersed in the lesson. You quirked a brow. He was aware of your dislike towards parties, preferring to stay home or small gatherings rather than being thrown into a mix of a large number of people. Sensing your distaste, he continued. “Please? I know you hate parties but I promise to take you out for lunch every day for the rest of the week!” he pleaded, fake pouting, his bright cerulean eyes loosening your resolve.
“Fine,” you huffed. “But I’ll only stay for a little, okay?”
“Yes! Thank you!” he exclaimed quite loudly, cupping your cheeks to press several kisses all over your face, Suguru laughing at Satoru’s antics.
After that, both Suguru and Satoru made their way to their next classes, giving you one kiss on the cheek each before departing and leaving you with your thoughts and anxieties. You were currently walking home, your fluffy sweater engulfing your figure. As you made your way home, a car slowed down next to you, honking.
“Yo! You need a ride home princess?” a man hollered from his vehicle. You resisted the urge to run. This was how everyone got kidnapped. You turned in his direction, expecting to see an old man, only to find a handsome strawberry-haired male, tattoos covering the expanse of his arms and down to his fingertips. Several piercings hanging off his earlobes. You saw his tongue piercing glinting when he spoke.
“You need a ride baby? You’re lookin’ a little cold. Maybe I can warm you up?” he sleazily added. “And maybe when we get to your place, you can thank me in your own way.” he winked.
You blushed. Nobody had ever hit on you like this before. Unbeknownst to you, Suguru and Satoru had staked a claim on you, deeming you as theirs. Although, this male was certainly aware, though did not care. You turned away from him, coming to a full stop. He followed your actions, stopping right beside your figure.
“Hi princess. You feelin’ shy?” he teased, quirking a brow. You glanced at him with uncertain eyes. Unsure of just how to respond. You debated calling Suguru or Satoru, maybe both. Though you couldn’t will yourself to move, the intense pressure of his stare too much for you to bear. He laughed at your frozen figure, his fingers beckoning you over by making a ‘come hither’ motion. Your body moving on its own, stiffly making your way to the side of his car, standing right outside of his rolled-down window.
“Come sit. I’ll drop you home. You can send your location to your friends if you’re that worried.”
Well...You didn’t want to walk home. And, he was offering. ‘Fuck it’ you thought, pulling out your phone, sending a quick text along with your location to your group chat with your best friends. You glanced at him once more, debating on actually getting in a strangers car. Sensing your hesitance, he opened the door for you before leaning back into his chair once more.
“I’m Sukuna by the way. Ryōmen Sukuna. What’s your name doll?” he tilted his head, propping his cheek onto his palm, already aware of who you were without asking. Your cheeks are heating up once more. “I’m Y/n,” you shyly stuttered, fiddling with your ring wrapped around your finger. His burning gaze trailing up and down your figure, checking you out. “You coming, baby?” he smirked one last time before you hopped into the passenger seat, mumbling your address.
“So, why’re you alone? I always see you around with those two guys. Did they get bored of you princess?” he fake pouted, sparing a glance at your figure beside him. “They still have class…” you murmured. He nodded, not pressing you any further.
Your phone buzzed repeatedly on your lap, an onslaught of texts from your friends. Opening the chat, you laughed slightly, seeing how panicked both of them were.
Suguru <3
Why did you send your location?
Satoru</3
???
Suguru<3
Baby? Hello?
Satoru</3
Miss Keisha?! Oh my fuckin god she fuckin dead!!!!
Suguru<3
Shut the fuck up
Satoru</3
Deadass babe...answer
Satoru</3
Don’t make me leave class just to check on you.
Y/n :3
I’m okay!! I just sent my location because I hitched a ride with someone :)
Suguru<3
Who?
Y/n :3
This guy named Sukuna…
Satoru</3
...What the fuck
You shut your phone off, focusing on the passing buildings. “D’ya smoke?” Sukuna piped up, facing you fully as the car came to a stoplight. You shook your head. You had never tried anything of the sort, the most you’ve ever done was drink, your friends had gotten you to try a beer and it was one of the foulest tasting things you had ever tasted. They laughed endlessly at the various and unique expressions you showed them that night.
He hummed in contemplation. “You’re pretty innocent aren’t ya? That just makes you more desirable.” he licked his lips, his grip around the wheel tightening, stepping on the gas as the light turned green. “Makes me wanna ruin you,” he growled. For a second, you doubted your hearing, eyes widening at his bold statement. Before you could gather the courage to ask, the car had already come to a stop in front of your apartment building, Sukuna innocently smiling at your bewildered face as he laid his head against the steering wheel.
You took that as your cue to hop off, slowly opening the door before glancing at him, as if you were asking for his permission to leave. He just nodded before speaking. “Go on, sweetheart.” You mustered up a small ‘Thank you, Sukuna’ before completely getting out, peeking as you walked toward your apartment, his vehicle staying put until you made it inside the front door, a breath you didn’t know you were holding escaping from your plump lips.
You quickly made it into your room, shutting the door before pressing your back against it and sinking to your knees, thighs pressed together as you recalled the way he looked at you as if you were prey for him to feed on. Your panties were sticking to you. Sighing, you got up, dusting your bum and making your way inside your apartment. It was best to forget about him.
Your phone buzzed once more. You froze, forgetting that you had ignored both Suguru and Satoru earlier.
Oh no
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“Suguru was crying because you didn’t answer,”
“No, I wasn’t! Satoru almost had a panic attack when you just dipped on us. He ran to my class and literally dragged me out.” Suguru sighed, rubbing his temples as flashbacks surged through his head. The embarrassment coming back to him. The looks that his classmates gave both of them will be something that will be engraved in his mind.
You let out a little laugh, your friends were quite dramatic. Satoru lived for drama and theatrics, finding pleasure in entertaining those around him with his various antics. Cleaning up your vanity table, you turned to face them, already ready for the party, both wearing a loose shirt with tight black jeans that enveloped their thighs nicely.
You opted for something simple, a cute outfit consisting of a miniskirt and a cute button-up long-sleeve, finishing the look off with your usual chunky shoes. You turned to face them, making idiotic poses to make them laugh, only for them to stay silent. Jaws dropped to the floor. They would usually only see you in a baggy sweater and sweats, jeans if you were feeling fancy that day, but today...was something else.
“Why’d you get so quiet?” you paused, your happy demeanour faltering at their silence.
“You look...so pretty,”
“Holy fuck.” Suguru whistled.
“I think I’m hard.”
“We can see that, Satoru.”
You blushed, your shy personality getting the best of you. Your friends were so vulgar at times. You continued to peer down at your shoes, suddenly finding the floor interesting, causing you to miss the knowing looks they gave each other. They smirked before taking an arm each, almost shoving you into Suguru’s expensive car and buckling you in as if you were a child, Satoru riding shotgun.
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“What are you doing here, pretty girl? All alone too. Your two bodyguards should watch you better,” he licked his lips before leaning into you and continuing, “You look good enough to eat, and these people are starving. I’m sure a lot of them haven’t had a cute virgin like you in a while.” he teased.
“I’m not a virgin!” you exclaimed, cheeks heating up.
“Yeah? Then tell me why you’re wearing strawberry-printed panties?” he smirked. You gasped audibly, how did he know? Your mind was running almost a mile a minute, various thoughts rushing in and out of your head. He laughed, loving your bewildered expression. You always made the most amusing faces.
“I-I…” you stuttered, unsure of what to say. He continued to smile at you, nodding, as if to say ‘You can do it, come on,’. You pouted. “First of all, just because I wear strawberry panties doesn’t mean I’m a virgin!” he quirked his brow. “Second, you’re a pervert! How’d you even see anyway?”
“Saw it when you were coming down the stairs,” he drawled. “Come on, let’s go somewhere quiet.” he wrapped his arm around your waist, ushering your figure out of the frat house, passing several girls who had an all too eager smile seeing him, their expressions souring when they see little ‘ole you hanging off of him, they scoffed. You were just another virgin for him to play with.
You tugged on his shirt, hoping to catch his attention as you both continued to walk down the street. He peered at you. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?” he murmured, burying his face into the crown of your head, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. You looked up at him, big doe eyes shining under the street lamps before softly exhaling.
“Where we goin’?” you mumbled, pressing yourself tighter next to his huge, warm figure, trying to protect yourself from the nasty wind. You looked so soft. Your puffy bitten lips, your cute pout, your breathy voice. Everything you did, everything about you made his cock hard. He couldn’t help but imagine you on your knees, tentatively licking at his cockhead while pressing soft, wet kisses down the shaft, your fingers fondling with his fat testes, preparing to milk him for all he's worth.
Fuck, you were just too sweet.
“We’re gonna hotbox in my car. Is that okay, sweetheart?”
“O-Okay.”
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You were soaked. The mere image of him rolling a spliff made you wanna get on your knees and worship him, drool all over him and take everything he was willing to give you. The lustful gaze he kept on you while lewdly licking the rolling paper. His long, thick fingers smoothing it down, checking to see if the filter was proper. He shifted, handing you the neatly rolled spliff before digging into the pocket of his pants, pulling out his electric lighter before holding his hand out to you. You quickly gave him the spliff back, watching as he placed it into his mouth and lighting it, burning the twisted end, inhaling deeply.
He blew smoke into your face, the potent smell of marijuana quickly filling the small space of the car. You coughed, the smoke making your eyes tear up. He snorted, taking another long drag before holding it in and passing it to you, slightly coughing as he exhaled. “Take a hit, sweetie.”
You brought it up to your lips, wrapping your soft lips around it before harshly inhaling, the smoke swiftly filling your lungs. You coughed. Hard. He gently took the spliff out of your hand before placing it between his plush lips, taking and opening the water bottle in his cup holder and holding it up to your lips, patting your back as you let out smaller coughs, the persistent itch in your throat dialling down.
“Don’t take such big hits. It’s your first time. Take it little by little. We’re in no rush, baby,” he smiled. “I have a couple of grams on me anyway.”
“Is it always this rough on the throat?” you wheezed out.
“Nah. It’s the grabba. I think that was too much for you, my bad. Do you want me to roll your own spliff? It’ll be smoother if it’s just weed.” he made a move to make you your own but you weren’t sure if you had it in you to finish a spliff yet. Your vision is already blurry. The strong effects of the drug make your eyes glassy and clouded.
“Noo,” you whined, pouting at him. An incredulous laugh escaping his lips. You were being too easy. “Is baby high already? I don’t think so. Here, take a couple more hits.” he put the spliff against your lips, nudging it open. “Suck it in baby. There you go, now inhale. Hold it. Now exhale. Good job, princess. Proud of you.” he pecked your cheek.
It continued like this, your body progressively became sluggish, it was as if you had been swept under a tide, slowly feeling yourself sink deeper in the sand. Your eyes felt heavier, almost swollen. You peaked at Sukuna who had reclined his seat all the way, laughing at the way he breathed. For some reason, his breathing was hilarious to you. Your shoulders shaking while you silently laughed, catching his attention.
“You’re so high right now”
“No!!! ‘M not!! Promise!!” you held your pinky out to him, hoping to convince him that you were one hundred percent, okay, and you were! If you weren’t okay, you wouldn’t be able to count all the bushes in the vicinity! There were no bushes in the surrounding area. “Baby. Baby. Baby, too loud. C’mere, sit on my lap yeah? I’ll help you feel better.” he beckoned you over, taking your hand as you climbed over the gear shift.
He placed you on his lap, your cunt pressed against his semi-hard cock. You nuzzled into his chest, mindlessly mumbling. “Don’t like feelin’ like this. ‘M slow.” his chest shook as he chuckled silently. “You’re okay,” he whispered before grasping your chin and tilting it up, your puffy eyes meeting his own before he hotly pressed his moist lips, tongue swiping your bottom lip, causing you to let out a whimper.
He immediately slipped it inside, dragging it along the soft expanse of your mouth and even playing with your tongue, kissing you so deep and sloppily while his piercing only made it better. “Sukuna.” you moaned, pulling away and staring at him with half-lidded eyes. “Fuck, say it again,” he growled, diving into you for another kiss. Unconsciously grinding on him whilst caressing his tongue with your own. The addicting taste of him along with the taste of both marijuana and tobacco mixed.
Where were you supposed to be right now? What time was it? How much time passed since you left the party? Where was your phone? Did you even text your friends before leaving? Your thoughts were interrupted by Sukuna who had suddenly pulled away, now pressing wet kisses into your neck, his tongue cheekily dipping out once or twice, tasting the expanse of your exposed skin.
His large hands sliding up your waist and up your shirt, cupping your naked breasts as you opted to not wear a bra tonight, wearing heart-shaped pasties to conceal your lewd nipples. “Mm, what’s this? Not wearin’ a bra? That’s dirty, princess.” he slurred his words, peeling the stickers and throwing them carelessly in the back seat, shoving the fabric of your top over your breasts, almost salivating at the sight of them.
“Fuck, you’re too sweet.” he groaned, burying his face between your breasts, squeezing them together before he let his tongue loll out of his mouth, crudely licking your breasts, his hot tongue swirling around your areola, moaning at the taste of your skin before completely enveloping your whole nipple into his sweltering mouth, using his tongue piercing to tease your nipples. The feeling of it had you keening, tugging at his pink-ish locks and whimpering, unwittingly grinding on his stiffy.
His free hand coming up and pinching the other bud before switching, wanting to give both the same treatment. Throwing your head back and moaning his name. Your hips moving on their own, the material of his rough jeans pressing against your little bundle of nerves, your juices soaking through your strawberry-printed underwear, now creating a wet spot on the crotch of his jeans. Your skirt is now hiked up, your top currently being pulled off your body.
He leaned back, admiring the view of your fucked out face, breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, bringing his attention toward the bright splotches littered on the swell of your breasts, trailing up your neck, a large hickey visible. Your eyes still bleary, your pouty spit slicked lips delectably puckered, brow furrowed in frustration, not understanding why he had pulled away so suddenly.
“Take m-my skirt off...wan’ it off,” you grumbled, struggling with the zipper before promptly giving up, settling on top of his chest, pressing wet kisses on his pecs while moving his hands on your ass, shaking his wrists, a futile attempt in making him take your skirt off.
“Baby, we don’t have to take it off, I’ll jus’ hike it up.” he laughed, sitting the both of you up before switching positions with you, scooting your hire onto the reclined chair until your upper body was on the back seat, legs spread in front of Sukuna, the thin material of your panties the only barrier between his awaiting mouth and your dripping cunt.
He growled, your sweet scent invading his nostrils. He quickly shoved your panties down your fleshy thighs, moaning at the sight of your precious flower. So cute and soft looking, the growing urge to spit on it and eat it like it was his last meal growing. Mumbling a few curses before delving deep into your mons, immediately moaning at the taste of you. His tongue is impossibly long.
“S’kuna! Ngh! So good!”
“Yeah? Baby likes me eating her cunt?” he spoke against your lips, slipping his tongue out of your pussy, tentatively licking your pearl, the feeling of his tongue ring shaking your core, his long fingers making their way up the expanse of your thighs and slipping his middle finger into you, your back arching off of the bed, pushing your clit harder on his tongue, he let out a little chuckle, the vibrations of him felt like electricity going through your body, your toes curling as he slipped another finger into you, repeatedly pressing them against your soft spongy spot.
He leaned back, gathering spit into his mouth before sloppily spitting on your hole, spreading the stringy glob of spit across your clit and putting his mouth on you once more, causing you to cry out, tears now sliding down your cheeks. You thrashed in his hold, the feeling of hi, vacuuming your clit with his mouth far too overwhelming. Roughly tugging at his hair, an unknown feeling building up in your tummy, but he just wouldn’t let up, wanting to have your juices spill into his mouth and drip down his chin.
You continued to blubber mindlessly, squealing as you finally came, the squirt of your juices taking Sukuna by surprise. Your thighs locked around his shoulders, inevitably keeping his head between your legs, gyrating your hips, riding the rest of your orgasm along with his face. He continued to slurp your cunt, Wanting to catch all of the remnants of your essence, groaning at the sweet but salty taste.
“Virgins always taste so good.”
You whined at his words, not processing what he meant by that. He trailed kisses from your mons to your neck, grinding his stiff drippy cock onto the skin of your creamy pussy. He cupped your jaw, squishing your cheeks together before whispering a small ‘open’ and spitting into your mouth, the glob of spit landing onto your awaiting tongue and down your throat.
“You really are precious. You sure it’s your first time doing anything?”
“Ahuh,”
“Satoru didn’t train you to be the slut you are today? Not even Suguru? I know those two love training cute little girls like you, but you’re fucking mine, aren’t you princess? You love me taking all your firsts don’t you?” he paused when you didn’t respond. You were staring at him. “What’s wrong? Still high?” he taunted, getting close to your face before melding his lips with yours, his large veiny hand wrapping itself around your throat, squeezing lightly.
You whined, raising your hips to meet his, silently begging him to take his pants off and just have his way with you, sink his fat cock into your pussy, make you cry even harder than you are right now. “Look at you,” he cooed, smoothing down your messy hair. “You’re a cute little mess aren’t ya? Fuck, I’m trying to be nice, but it doesn’t seem like you want me to be. You want me to be mean to you? Want me to pound you ‘till you can’t walk? Take you home to Satoru and Suguru all fucked out from riding my cock too hard? What’re they gonna say when they see their babygirl all messy because of someone else?” he whispered.
Your eyes widening at his words. Were they going to be mad at you? Your bottom lip quivered. You didn’t wanna disappoint anyone, especially Satoru. Suguru was quite forgiving and always saved you from Satoru’s bullying, but this might even make Suguru angry. Tears gathered in your eyes causing Sukuna to coo. You were too cute for your own good.
“‘M teasin’ baby. Don’t worry about it right now. I’ll make you feel so good.” he growled, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper, tugging down his jeans along with his boxers that had his precum stained on them. His fat cock slapping his abdomen lewdly. Would it even fit? He was huge! You could barely take three fingers while he was out here shaped like lengthy coke can.
“Too big,” you mumbled, your anxiety bubbling in your throat. Having him inside you would hurt. Yet you couldn’t help but think about how good the stretch of his cock would feel. “You can take it,” he smiled, spitting into his hand before rubbing it down his shaft and grasping it, nudging the fat head at your puffy pussy lips. You scrambled to stop him, wanting to tell him that he could get you pregnant if he didn’t put a condom on, but before you could, he had already sunk his cock into you, all your protests dying in your throat as it was replaced with a small whimper.
You had never been this full before. Your walls were hugging his length tightly, barely giving him room to move. His plump balls pressed against both your perineum and asshole. You gasped at the feeling of his cockhead pressed into your cervix, the mere feeling made your pussy throb with need. Sukuna smirked. He could feel just how needy your pussy was, the harder he pressed into you, the more your cunt twitched around his cock, lightly tightening.
He pulled out swiftly, the head of his cock remaining before slamming back into you, shaking both the car and your core. You let out a pained shout, unaccustomed to the feeling of being manhandled as you were being right now. You sobbed, begging him to slow down, telling him that it was too much, that he was too big, but to no avail, he continued to pound into you, uncaring of how you felt at this moment.
He couldn’t help it. It was as if the roles were reversed. Like he was the virgin, unaware of his partner's feelings and only caring for his pleasure. The pained face you made only made him want to go harder. He loved making it hurt. His sadistic personality certainly to blame.
“You cryin’?” he taunted once more, grunting as he pounded into you, his balls harshly slapping your eyes. You shook your head, not wanting to seem like a baby, though you only made yourself dizzier, the effects of the drug still potent. You continued to moan and cry like a bitch, the sight only making his cock harder than it was. He grasped your thighs, pressing them against your chest, holding them down, making it harder for you to breathe. Your breathing quickened, the pain ebbing away, being replaced by pleasure.
The delicious drag of his cock on your walls made you shake.
“Give it to me,” you whined, eyes all teary, your lashes and cheeks stained with your teardrops. “Yeah? I like it better when you’re crying though.” he laughed, slowly pulling out of you. You whined at the loss of him. “Noo,” you mewled. You didn’t like feeling so empty, only wanting to be filled all the time, his cock leaving a permanent mark, ruining you for everyone else. Unbeknownst to you, he had taken out his phone and started recording, slapping his cock onto your mons before speaking.
“Beg then.”
“I-I dunno how…”
“Tell me how badly you wanna cream on my cock. You already creamed on my tongue didn’t you? Naughty little thing. Go on, tell me how much you love the feeling of me splitting you open with my cock. About how bad you wanted me to take your virginity, basically bending over for me the moment you saw me.”
You were pouting.
“Why’re you pouting? Didn’t I just say the truth? Just a second ago you were asking me to ‘give it to you’. What happened to my cute little slut? Don’t you wanna return the favour and help me cum? After all, I did for you. I took care of you, let you smoke for free, even made you gush on my tongue. You’re being really unfair right now. I just want you to beg for it, I’m not askin’ for much.” he sneered, his phone recording the whole ordeal.
“N-No…’ M not unfair. ‘M not selfish!” you cried, brows furrowing. He definitely hit a nerve.
“Yeah? Then beg, slut.”
“P-Please...put your fat cock in my needy pussy Sukuna! Wanna feel full. Wanna cum all over your cock! ‘M gonna gush--” you gasped, his cock filling you completely had caught you off guard. He cursed the feeling of your velvety walls made his head fuzzy. Fuzzier than the actual drugs. “You really--You’re something else.” he chuckled, drawing little circles on your waist with his thumb, the other hand still holding his recording phone.
“‘M so close!” you mewled once more, right hand slipping between your bodies to stimulate your spittle covered clit. The feeling of his throbbing cock too stimulating. Sukuna was close as well, your cunny sucking him in so deep he could go insane. It was a miracle that both of you still hadn’t got caught. His car chaotically shaking along with his harsh thrusts, his fat cockhead punishing your cervix.
“Yeah? You gon’ cum? Cum for me princess. Be a good girl and squeeze my cock.” he growled. His animalistic thrusts shaking the both of you, smacks resounding inside the car. His grip on your hip tightening as he felt his balls twitch, his orgasm fast approaching. He was gonna blow his load at any given moment. He was gonna make sure that you would stay nice and filled for him, wanting to taint you with his essence.
You froze, the coil in your core snapping as you squeezed his cock, your clit twitched, milking the cum out of him. Both your moans mix with one another. He continued to curse, pressing deeper into you before slumping over, breathing heavily as he kissed your head tenderly, smiling at your fucked out expression along with the little bulge on your tummy, knowing his cum and cock were the cause.
He ended the video before pulling out, taking a picture of his cum steadily leaking out of your abused cunt. Smirking before sending it to two unsaved numbers along with an arrogant capture. He laughed before tossing his phone aside, turning his attention to your unconscious figure, all cute and tuckered out.
This definitely wouldn’t be the last time he played with you, he was going to make sure of that.
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Guess your little girls not as little anymore :((
Sukuna and Suguru shared a look, jaws clenched at what they had just witnessed. The rage they felt was overwhelming. Satoru slammed down his phone in a rage. The video still playing, your soft moans and begging resounding throughout the apartment, rage oozing off of the both of them. Ryōmen Sukuna was dead meat. But first, they had to punish you.
Bad girls always get punished.