(It had always been the four of you. Since the early days at Jujutsu High, and even now as adulthood embraced you, your friend group had remained unchanged.)

(Satoru was still the rude, overconfident idiot you knew and appreciated. He had been the same ever since you met him, though his ego had only grown larger—and oh, he had finally ditched those awful glasses, only to replace them with a blindfold.)

(You despised that.)

(Suguru, ever the calm and kind soul, remained unchanged. After his breakdown about sorcery, he had found solace in your group and revised his views on sorcery; he now believed in protecting the weak.)

(By weak, he meant you—not that you were, but Suguru enjoyed teasing you about it.)

(Then there was Choso. Sweet, innocent Choso who, within the first five minutes of meeting Satoru, had revealed more than he knew. Being half-human and half-curse, Choso had been clueless about certain... activities. Well, that had changed.)

(Thanks to none other than Satoru Gojo.)

(In your friend group, there was one cardinal rule: none of the guys could ever sleep with you, or even date you. This decision had been made by the three of them without your input.)

(They treated you like their little princess, always carrying your bags, never letting you pay, and if someone looked at you the wrong way?)

(God help them.)

(There was a rule, a pact made among the three men, and now it was proving to be a challenge. For some reason, you had begun to flaunt yourself a bit too provocatively, and none of them could really handle the temptation.)

(Looking at Choso first, he would often find himself alone at night, thinking about you and your ?????????, cute ???????? face. The way you moved, the subtle sway of your hips, it was all too much. Choso would grip himself tightly, his hand moving in a blur as he imagined it was your touch instead. Sweat on his forehead, he'd imagine it was you, your touch and whenevr he came, spilling his cum on his abs, he would cry out your name.)

(It was so filthy...)

(Suguru and Satoru, on the other hand, often found support in each other's company. It wasn't a new development; they had always enjoyed each other's touch, unashamed and open. But recently, they found themselves fantasizing about you during their intimate moments. They would scroll through your pictures, their hands on one another, secretly wishing it was your fingers caressing them instead.)

(Unknown to you, you had them completely wrapped around your finger, each man helplessly enraptured.)

(Fuck the pact they had made. Their desire for you was too much, every inch of you screaming to be used...)

(And oh, how they wanted to use you.)

“Can't do this anymore,”

(Satoru finally broke the silence, his voice heavy with unspoken desire. The others knew immediately what he meant.)

“We should just, you know, fill her up so good,”

(Suguru suggested with a smirk, his tongue piercing clicking against his teeth as he spoke. Choso nodded in agreement, his pulse quickening at the thought.)

(Pulling out his phone, Choso dialed your number with a shaky hand.)