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you let out a heavy sigh as you push through the large warehouse doors, glancing around the room with nobara and maki on your heels.
"this many people here for weed?" you ask, glancing between the two of them.
nobara nods with a little smirk, "uh yes, their product is so good! promise, i'll buy you whatever you wanna try from their table."
you look at maki, who shrugs. "don't know what to tell you."
music plays quietly on the speakers around the room, echoing from the high ceilings. there's led lights strung around the place, and a massive foldable table that's covered in different products.
it seems like they invited other people to sell too, smaller tables around that have different weed strains and edibles.
"ugh, i hope choso's here too. really don't wanna fight off girls just to buy tonight. sukuna is like a magnet for chaos." nobara sighs.
you look around the crowd but see nobody you recognize, just letting nobara take the lead as she drags you over to the main table. there's a lot of people there, but nobara makes space for the three of you.
a random type o song starts playing loudly, your head nodding to the beat as you look at the table.
there's dab pens, giant jars of weed, and edibles strewn about. your eyes lock onto a pack of gummies, glancing at nobara. "uh, those i guess?" you shrug.
"need help, sweetheart?"
you jump and glance up, locking eyes with a man who while handsome, looks like he's purely an asshole. you raise your eyebrows at him. "my friend can help me, thank you."
he hums in amusement and you just let your gaze drift, eyes widening a bit at the other man who's operating the table. he has deep bags under his eyes, but the way he stares back at you with those bedroom eyes… he's hot.
you clear your throat and nudge nobara, leaning in to whisper. "who is that?"
she smirks, "he and the one you were just rude to are the ones who run this whole thing, idiot. they're hot, you're hot, flirt a little and maybe we can get a discount."
"go talk to the quiet one." maki gently grips your shoulders and pushes you in his direction.
you gasp, tripping over your own feet for a second before you slam your hands down on the table for stability. when you look up, your cheeks fill with warm embarrassment.
"uh, hi. sorry about that." you say, meeting the dark eyes of the mystery plug.
he nods, the ghost of a smile bracing his lips before he's back to stoic. "hello."
you look around awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. "ummm, my friend said she would buy me something. can i just do those?" you point at the little pack of gummies near him.
he doesn't say a word, just grabbing the package and holding it out for you to grab. your face heats up when his fingers brush against yours, much warmer than you expected.
your eyes fall to where nobara's talking with that other guy, pressing your lips together and sighing as you look back to the man in front of you. "just hold onto them, i can get them when she's ready to pay."
you hold the package out, but he just gives you a blank stare. "take them. no charge."
a smile breaks out across your face but you resist, "i'd feel guilty. please just take them until she can pay."
he rolls his eyes. "no. i'm giving you them. i promise they're cheap anyways."
you narrow your eyes at him and sigh, pocketing the gummies and staring up at him. "fine. thank you."
he leans in a bit closer and you immediately grow flustered, face heating up at the close proximity and how intense his gaze is, "just let me know how they are, kay? i made them myself."
his eyes flicker to your lips then back up, "i'm choso, by the way. don't let that idiot scare you off."
you flush and introduce yourself back, but the moment's interrupted.
"did you give him your number yet?" maki asks, arm wrapping around your shoulders as you turn your head to stare at her with an annoyed look on your face.
you sigh, looking back to choso with an awkward smile. "i am so sorry about her."
his eyes flicker around the room for a second, almost like he's thinking about something. then he glances to the left towards the other guy, before exhaling slowly.
he shrugs, pulling his cell out of his pocket and handing it to you almost too casually. you smirk and enter in your phone number and name, handing it back over.
you can see the other guy out of the corner of your eye, watching the way that you and choso interact as if he's jealous or something.
probably used to the girls parading to him instead. whatever.
eventually, you're leaving with nobara and maki. they both bought stuff full price to their dismay and jealousy of you getting something for free. the ego boost of that attention has done wonders for the evening.
nobara looks… scary. like she's up to something she's not telling anyone about again. you and maki clock it pretty quickly.
"what'd you do?" maki asks while walking down the sidewalk.
nobara glances at you for a second, "nothing."
the apartment finally comes into view and the three of you head inside, sitting in the living room together on the couch and playing some music for background noise.
you decide to try the free gummies choso gave you, surprised when you can't taste that distinct flavor that edibles usually have.
but wow… 30 minutes into talking with the girls and suddenly it hits you like a velvety truck. you don't think you've ever been so relaxed/horny from a gummy in your life.
"hitting you now?" maki asks, and you nod slowly while your eyes lock in on the tv.
your phone dings and you glance over, picking it up and seeing an unknown number. that squeeze in your chest hits hard, giddiness rising through your veins.
unknown: hey.
you: choso?
unknown: wrong brother.
your eyebrows furrow as you look to nobara, "what did you do?"
she smiles innocently, "what? just… pressing a few buttons for you. he was telling me that he thought you were cute and wanted to get to know you. i promise sukuna's not that bad! you know my friend yuji? those are his brothers, choso's his half- no maybe step? brother or something but still."
you glance at maki, who just shrugs. "you're fine with this too? i mean, yeah, he was hot too. but both?"
"i dunno, i think you flirt with both and figure out which one clicks with you better. options aren't always a bad idea." she's the only voice of reason.
"not a bad idea at all. just flirt with both." nobara replies.
you sigh heavily, glancing down again when your phone dings. another unknown number.
unknown: hey, it's choso
you: hiiii! thx for the free gummies they're soooo good
choso: i'm glad. if you ever want more just hmu and i can deliver to u
you smirk down at your phone, but it falls when the other guy texts again.
sukuna: you spent all night flirting with my brother, it's my turn now
sukuna: i promise it'll be worth your time
you: what? a 'u up' text at 2am?
sukuna: wow. think i gave off a better impression than that
you: not really, sweetheart.
you spent the rest of the night until you fall asleep texting the two, both maki and nobara smug with the fact that you actually went for it and decided to talk to both of them.
a week later you wake up at 9am to a text from choso.
choso: i made something new, wanna come over to be a tester?
you: omg of course! what time?
choso: afternoon? it's a date.
you're swooning at his text, excitedly telling the girls about it while they're still half asleep and coming out to the kitchen to eat breakfast.
"i'm surprised he was so forward to call it a date. he didn't seem like that kind of guy." maki says as she eats her breakfast, taking a sip of her coffee.
you nod, "i know, i'm so excited! i need to wear something cute."
nobara smirks at you. "make sure to wear cute underwear too."
you scoff, face scorching at the thought of that alone. you don't think things will go that far, but she's got a good point.
you choose to wear a little black lacy set underneath your simple outfit: a sweater and comfy pants.
you get dressed earlier than you care to admit, making sure to do an everything shower 'just in case'. soon enough, it's past 2pm and you're following the gps to get to choso's place.
you pull up to a cute house a few blocks away from your own, a screened in porch that has plants placed along the property and porch itself.
you approach the door and knock, nervously standing there while you wait for choso to finally open the door and let you in. you glance around your surroundings, eyes falling onto the way the tree in their yard blows in the breeze.
the door creaks open and you smile up at choso. "hey."
"hey, come in." he pulls the door open and lets you walk past him, and your eyes are wide as you look around the living room. there's paintings everywhere, a big couch, and the kitchen is separated by a set of barstools and an island.
it's cozy, lamps instead of overhead lights and sheer curtains that dim it just enough to make the whole house easier on the eyes.
"wow. it's cute in here!" you beam, walking in further and smiling at a photo of choso, sukuna, and who you're assuming is yuji since he looks so similar to sukuna.
it smells like weed only vaguely, the scent of a musky candle that must've been lit recently mixing in to create a scent you know you'll forever associate with him.
"thanks," he looks around a bit too before he walks towards the kitchen, "yuji's not home today. i asked him to leave. and uh, sukuna, i think he went somewhere. i haven't heard him today."
you nod, following him into the kitchen to see a tray of cookies set on the stovetop. you can't help the little smile that forms at the idea of choso just baking in his free time.
"those look good! if you ever needed help with making edibles, i wouldn't mind coming by." you say casually, standing beside him and watching as he grabs two.
his eyes meet yours, and a swirl of arousal settles deep in your gut at the way he looks at you. he doesn't reply at first, holding one up to your mouth and watching your lips closely as you take a bite out of it.
his fingers just barely brush against your lips and you say nothing as you swallow the cookie down, staring up at him.
the other half is eaten by him and he sets the other one down, looking away with reddened cheeks as he clears his throat. "i think we can just do half for now. just let me know if it doesn't hit, obviously."
you sit down on the couch together, a movie being put on while you try your best not to fidget nervously.
this one doesn't hit hard at first – it creeps up on you. weighed down comfort on the couch, but burning where his thigh touches yours. you hate how much harder the ache hits you this time, jaw tight while you stare at the tv.
choso adjusts how he's sitting beside you and it takes a lot of restraint to not pounce on him, inhaling sharply as you chew on the inside of your cheek.
you gasp quietly and still when you feel his hand subtly touch your thigh, just above your knee. you glance over and he's already staring at you, pupils dilated and eyes glassy.
you inhale deeply, breath hitching when he leans in close.
his breath just barely brushes against your lips, the last bit of hesitation he has. "you okay?"
you nod slowly, looking down to his lips for a split second before you look back up. you're not sure who actually closes the gap.
but the moment your lips meet, it feels like any shyness is thrown out the window. his hands on your waist, pulling you close while your hands dig into the fabric of his shirt.
his touch is hot, one hand sliding onto your hip while the other's pushing at the small of your back. you're almost on his lap, feeling him maneuver the two of you around until he's leaning against the arm of the couch and you're on top of him.
your tongue brushes against his, shivers and steady embers of lust creeping up your spine. you can feel the heavy bulge of him pressing into you, whining.
one hand lies steady on your hip, the other sliding your sweater up and kneading at your tits through your thin lace bra.
the only sounds in the house are the tv, the wet sounds of your kissing, and the steady friction of fabric rubbing together through quiet moans.
the loud creak of a door sends you jumping, eyes wide when you pull back and see sukuna standing in the kitchen opening a cabinet door. he's staring at you with a smirk from hell, eyes lidded with mischief.
"don't stop on my account."
choso sighs heavily, eyes closing as he helps you off of him and fixes your sweater for you. he almost looks guilty, but you don't understand why.
you're just mad that you could have finally gotten laid for the first time in a hot minute, but now you're just awkwardly glaring at sukuna instead while realizing that your ass was probably on full view for him with the angle you were in.
your eyes trail down his body shamelessly, noticing the way he's shirtless and absolutely covered in tattoos. his abs are insane, he looks like a greek god or something.
and the way that waistband hangs low on his hips? you get the grey sweatpants hype now.
when you finally lock eyes with him again, he's all smirk and no shame too. "enjoying the view?"
you scoff, looking away and locking eyes with choso again. "uh, if you need me to go or something, i-"
"don't leave."
he's quick to interrupt you, a hand brushing against yours. "please stay."
you nod, looking back to sukuna awkwardly. he's eating a cookie without a care in the world, stepping over to where you and choso stand.
he saunters over, finishing his cookie with a slow, deliberate lick of his thumb that makes your stomach flip. he stops right in front of you, close enough that you can smell that expensive cologne and a hint of smoke.
you gasp at the cool touch of his hand, heavier and slightly larger than choso's as he grasps your jaw and tilts your head up to look at him. "you having a good time, sweetheart? or do you need someone else to take the reigns?"
eyes wide, you glance over to choso and he looks calm. almost like he knew this would happen.
did they plan this?
sukuna's other hand grabs your hip, "what's the matter? we share. you're okay with that, right?"
when you don't reply, only a shaky inhale through your nose as you stare up at him, he smirks and kisses you deeply. his lips are heavy on yours, an intensity you expected from a guy like him.
holy shit… holy shit!
you moan into his mouth when his hands slide to your ass and squeeze the flesh hard, sliding to your waist and pulling you into his chest.
your hands slam into his chest at the force of it, a breath forced from your lips as his tongue slides into your mouth greedily.
your head's spinning from the cookie, every breath and touch heightened.
your head's swimming in a hazy lust, fingernails digging into the flesh of his skin as his teeth bite down on your bottom lip. you cry out when you feel another pair of hands, but this one settled between your thighs and massaging the fat.
sukuna pulls the fabric of your sweater up, lips separating from yours as he tosses it onto the couch. he licks his lips as he stares at your tits in that lacy bra.
"wore that on purpose, huh? bet you were expecting this. little slut."
he kisses you much rougher this time around, his hands rough and cool on your skin as he squeezes your waist and starts kneading your tits with giant hands.
you can feel choso tug on your pants, swallowing thickly as he pulls them down to your ankles. "fuck." you hear him whisper, hands running along the skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
sukuna's lips trail down your jaw and neck, biting down into the sensitive skin and making you whine out, back arching into his chest.
you're way more into this than you ever thought you'd be, that edible steadily waning any resolve you could have. like, your panties have long been soaked through.
when choso's fingers dance against your panties, just barely pressing down where your clit's hidden, you let out a viscerally loud moan that embarrasses you.
but with the way both of them react, rougher and more intensity than before, you quickly shake any shame away. sukuna's hands slide up your waist and to your tits, forcing the fabric down until they spill out.
the contrast of choso's heat and sukuna's cold is unrelenting and downright addictive. each touch blurs but still stands out on who's who, the edible haze melting you into them.
the lights around you blend into each other, that musky scent mixing into sukuna's cologne and the sugary vanilla that lingers from choso.
but before either of them lean to actually take the rest of your clothes off, choso grounds himself in reality and stops the moment. "let's go to my room. i don't want yuji to see… this."
sukuna leans back from your neck, a huff of a laugh coming out. "fine."
you squeal when he picks you up, one arm pulling your knees out from under you as the other supports your back. you giggle a bit at the randomness of it, trying not to swoon when he smiles down at you.
your face heats up as he carries you down the hallway, choso in front of you as he opens up the door that's to the right at the end of the hall where music hums quietly.
you smell incense and weed almost immediately, deep purple hues fogging your vision as sukuna tosses you onto the bed.
the blankets smell like wet ink and detergent, and you're almost suffocating under the attention as sukuna pins your arms above your head and choso climbs onto the bed to join you.
this is really happening. both of them. and you.
"look at this little set." sukuna smirks, slapping your bra strap then the waist band of your panties. "she wore this for you, choso."
you squirm under his touch when he lies a hand on your bladder and presses down, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. you can already tell they're going to ruin you.
"i-i didn't wear it for him," you stutter out the lie, whining at the way his hand squeezes your arms together tightly.
"yes you did, brat."
choso glances at sukuna and rolls his eyes, pulling your thighs open and sitting between them. he stares into your eyes as he pulls the fabric of your panties to the side and smirks.
his index finger slides up your slit, a whine passing your lips as your eyes slam shut and your back arches against the mattress.
"shhh, you're so fuckin' loud." sukuna says, and your eyes open to look at him.
you can't tell if it's how high you are or if his tattoos really are moving underneath the glow of light, eyes wandering along his body until he's snapping in your face.
"too far gone?" he asks, tone suddenly devoid of anything other than concern.
you shake your head, and he narrows his eyes at you.
choso's hand touches your stomach, tapping lightly to get your attention. you glance down at him, suddenly feeling exposed under the weight of their gazes. "good?"
you nod, "please… i want more."
his eyes darken, that sensual look in them turning into something much more hungry.
you whine when his touch goes back down to your pussy, his fingers spreading your lips open and bracing his tongue against your clit immediately.
sukuna's grip on your arms stays put as he leans down and kisses you roughly again, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as his tongue slides into yours.
you're a whining mess against his lips as choso starts eating you out like a man starved, heavy and precise strokes of his tongue all over your pussy. the music isn't loud enough to drown out every slurp he makes against your wet hole.
his big hands move to hold your hips down, preventing you from moving so frantically as he sucks on your clit.
you’re a total goner, head falling back into the pillows as sukuna finally lets go of your wrists only to trail his hands down your body.
the feeling of choso’s tongue – hot and rhythmic and so focused – is making your vision go blurry at the edges.
your fingers scramble for purchase, eventually digging into the dark silk of the pillowcases as a wail passes your lips. you're shaking underneath their touch, so close to cumming it almost hurts.
he’s not just eating you out; he’s studying you, his tongue tracing every sensitive curve of your clit until you’re sobbing his name into the quiet room.
sukuna watches the way your body rolls under his brother’s touch, his own hand sliding down to his waistband.
he shifts, his weight settling between your shoulder and the headboard as he pulls his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock; it's thick and pulsing. "think you can handle both of us? or is your brain too fried?"
you can’t even answer, just a broken “please” as you reach for him.
choso pulls back for a second, his chin glistening, his eyes dark and heavy. he looks up at sukuna, a silent communication passing between them before he looks back at you.
"don't close your eyes," he murmurs, his voice gravelly. "i want you to see exactly what’s happening to you."
he slides two fingers inside you, stretching you out while his thumb keeps up that relentless rhythm on your clit.
you’re caught in the middle of it: the heat of choso between your legs and the cool, tattooed skin of sukuna as he licks a stripe up your throat.
your toes curl as you finally tip over the edge, a loud whine echoing against the walls. your vision whites while your back arches, fingernails digging into the pillows as each heavy wave flashes through your body.
you’re still shaking, the aftershocks of that high-grade edible and choso’s tongue making your muscles feel like jelly. you feel as if you've been coated in syrup, a slick and thick fog invading your brain.
you can barely think.
you can’t even catch your breath before sukuna is shifting, his weight pinning you into the mattress as he brings his cock right to your lips. "suck."
the command is sharp, cutting through the thick fog in your brain like a blade. you blink up at him, your vision swimming with those shifting tattoos and the deep violet glow of the room.
he looks like a god, all sharp angles and cruel smirks, and you’re too far gone to do anything but obey.
your hands are shaky as you reach up, fingers brushing against his thighs before you guide him to your mouth.
the moment you take him in, a low, guttural growl rips from his chest.
"good girl," he hisses, his hand winding into your hair to keep you steady as he starts to move, his hips rhythmic and demanding.
your eyes fall over to choso – he's just a blur in your vision at this point. but your eyes manage to just focus on him enough, feeling his fingers slide out of you with a wet squelch.
he sits up, pulling his shirt off and your eyes widen at the tattoos that litter his whole body.
you trail down them, looking to his pants and watching as he pulls his cock out. you moan around sukuna's when he taps the tip against your buzzing little clit, sliding it down to your hole and barely pressing inside.
the moment he presses the head of his cock against your entrance, your eyes snap open, locking onto his heavy, dark gaze.
he looks so wrecked just looking at you, his thumb reaching out to brush a stray tear from your cheek as he slowly, slowly starts to push inside.
"fuck," choso rasps, voice tight and so close to breaking. "you're so tight."
you let out a muffled, high-pitched whine against sukuna’s length, your hips stuttering upward as you try to take all of choso in.
your brain is complete mush, the edible making every sensation feel ten times larger than it actually is.
sukuna pulls back just enough to look down at you, a dark, jagged laugh escaping his throat when he sees your eyes rolling back. "look at you, so pathetic." he sneers, "probably can't even tell who's who anymore."
his hand slides down, replacing choso's thumb on your clit, his rings cold against your overstimulated skin as he starts a fast, merciless mess of circles that has you seeing stars.
choso groans, his hands sliding under your lower back to tilt your pelvis up, taking the angle deeper.
he’s moving with a desperate, heavy sort of hunger now, his chest heaving as he watches your face scrunch up in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"ch-choso," you manage to gasp out as sukuna moves to give you air, your voice sounding small and breathless in the quiet, incense-heavy room.
sukuna doesn't let you stay in that soft moment for long. he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him while choso continues to wreck you from below.
"don't get too comfortable with him," he whispers, his voice dropping into that dangerous, velvety register. "i’m still waiting for my turn."
he replaces his hand on your clit with his mouth, and the sudden, wet heat of his tongue makes your entire body seize. you’re caught in a trap of pleasure – choso’s thick cock stretching you out and sukuna’s sharp, expert tongue.
the edible makes it feel like you’re floating in a dark ocean, and the only things keeping you tethered to the earth are the four hands bruising your skin.
"sukuna-" you wail, your fingers tangling into his hair, tugging at the strands as he sucks your clit into his mouth.
choso lets out a ragged groan, gripping your hips so hard there will definitely be bruised fingerprints embedded to your skin tomorrow, but you couldn't care less.
you cum again against the feel of sukuna's tongue, screaming until your throat's raw while you sputter against both of them. choso whines out, stilling his hips as he cums in you.
"now move." sukuna snaps at choso, pulling you away until his cock slides out of you.
you and choso both whine at the lack of contact, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you on top of him. your tits press into his chest, eyes looking up at his when sukuna forces your ass into the air.
cum drips onto the blankets as he adjusts you, hands gripping your hips as he pushes into you in one big thrust.
your jaw slackens, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
holy fuck, you don't know how you sucked his dick. he's fucking massive inside of you, stretching your pussy out until it burns.
he starts a brutal pace, his large hands gripping your hips as loud slapping echoes out. you're a moaning mess, tears filling your eyes fully as you lean into choso.
he strokes your hair, holding you close while sukuna actually melts your brain into liquid.
"fuck, you're taking it like such a good girl," sukuna rasps, his voice vibrating through your spine. he doesn't slow down for a second, his pace borderline violent as he holds your hips steady.
every thrust forces a broken, high-pitched sob from your throat, noises that you never expected to be possible to come from a human being.
choso kisses you suddenly to quiet your screeches, his tongue warm and gentle compared to the beating your pussy's being exposed to.
you still whine into his lips, eyes rolling back while sukuna's pace becomes more sporadic. you can feel him twitch in you, a growl passing his lips.
he tears your chest upwards with his hands, pulling you in by your tits to press his chest into your back. he bites down on your shoulder so hard you cry, searing pain mixing in with pleasure as your toes curl and you cum again.
you feel something wet splash, vision blacking out while you shake against him. he cums, hot ropes of cum that are thick and a force of nature on their own.
he pulls out of you and you nearly topple over at the lack of support, falling into choso's hold with a yelp. your muscles are so weak you can barely move, each movement somehow going straight to your clit in a way that just hurts now.
your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest, heavy breaths that can't quite calm down.
choso’s hands are still on you, his thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles over your ribs as he watches you with those dark, blown out eyes. he looks completely undone, his hair a mess against the pillows, chest heaving in sync with yours.
"what a brain dead little worm. you squirted all over." sukuna laughs, sitting on the bed next to choso and tugging your body so you're nestled between them.
"you pushed her too hard," choso murmurs, though his voice is thick with the same post-high exhaustion.
"she liked it," sukuna sneers, though there’s no real heat in it. he reaches out, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "didn't you, brat? you're still coming down, aren't you?"
you can only manage a weak, pathetic little nod, your head lolling back against choso’s chest.
he laughs again, "see? and the best part of it is that we can do it again. as many times as we want. you don't have to be so gentle. good little whores know how to take it."
you hum at his comment, but it doesn't quite reach anywhere that'll retain what he said.
"i… wanna be yours." you mumble tiredly, eyes closed and ready to finally fall asleep.
when you finally feel ready enough to be alive again – waking up from a slump of sleep you don't remember having, your thighs are sore and your phone has 100 notifications.
when you see the time on your phone says 4am, you panic a little. when you try to move, you hear two sets of groans and arms that wrap into you tighter.
your eyes try to adjust in the darkness, but all you can make out is the swirl of tattoos from each man. you can't tell which is which, head aching from all that's happened.
you use your phone as a flashlight, jumping a little when you see choso deadpan staring at you with tired eyes. "what are you doing?" he asks, pushing your phone away gently.
"i-i need to let nobara and maki know i'm okay."
"no you don't. we told yuji you were spending the night with us. they're just being nosey." sukuna's voice interjects, rough with sleep in a way that makes you pleasantly surprised.
"well, they can get used to it. won't be the only time we do this." you shrug.
and with how they look at you? definitely not a one time thing at all.