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“Stay.” Came his husky voice, sending shivers down your spine. It was such a dangerous sentence, considering it was only one word. One awful, terrible, wonderful word that dripped with promise and sin. You couldn’t say yes, couldn’t allow him to tempt you like that - but oh, did you want to let him drag you into the lion’s den. Another hand took your wrist to pull you closer, leaving you vulnerable to the warm sandwich you were pressed immediately into between their broad chests.
“Come on, bunny. Say yes.” The second voice said, and you knew then that you never had a chance at all.
Toji’s arms were warm around your waist, Sukuna’s breath hot against your neck. What choice did you ever have? The answer was always going to be yes.
The way they asked you to say was almost pleading, like they weren’t sure what they’d do with themselves if you’d denied them. Their hands on your body were roaming, but reverant, never touching anywhere they shouldn’t. Respectful, by their standards. They peeled your clothes away until you were left in your underwear, then replaced your clothes with theirs before dragging you to bed.
It wasn’t as if the two of them shared a bed often, or had ever done so with someone between them, and yet when the three of you finally settled there in Sukuna’s bed together, it felt like you’d done it a hundred times before. The awkwardness was there, of course it was, but nowhere near as much as you might’ve expected it to be.
If someone where to ask you where it all started, you couldn’t have told them. You met Toji first, at the local community centre. You’d been there to meet up with a friend after they finished at the gym, and Toji had been on his way out. He’d been shameless in hitting on you, and somehow it’d managed to turn into a real conversation. Of course, he hadn’t been able to let you go without giving you his number. Next thing you knew, you were on your way to his place with drinks in hand to have dinner with him, and his best friend who he lived with. Sukuna wasn’t what you’d been expecting, he was more refined than Toji and yet darker with his tattoos and piercings. They got along well, you could tell from how easily they moved around each other - as easy as breathing.
You’d fit into their dynamic like you’d always been there, got to a point where you spent more days in their apartment than your own. They’d joked more than once that you may as well just move in with them. You never took it too seriously, becaucse why would you? But when you were in bed pressed between them, surrounded by their warmth and cologne, you wondered if maybe the next time they offered, if you might be too weak to deny them.
Toji’s lips pressed against the skin of your neck, not in a kiss but just resting there. Sukuna’s forehead pressed to yours, his soft breaths fanning over your face. If it weren’t for the fact that you could feel your chest rising and falling, and their chests against yours, you might think that all three of you were holding your breaths. Waiting for the bubble to burst, for the moment to end. It didn’t. For one more breath, and then another, it continued. Fingers tightened around your hip, and tangled in your hair, feeling oddly as if they belonged there. It wasn’t a feeling you could deny, and you didn’t want to.
“Told ya. You should just move in, angel.” Toji murmured against your neck, his thumb gently rubbing small circles over your hip bone.
“You fit just right between us. Don’t take that away from us.” Sukuna added, lips ghosting over your forehead in what was almost a kiss, but not quite.
And for just one more breath, you let yourself pretend that it hadn’t been a foregone conclusion since the day you met. That you didn’t already belong to them, in heart, mind, body, and soul.