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“And you’re sure that’s how you want to determine who you’ll take as your partner?” Your mother asked hesitantly, eyeing you warily from the other side of the coffee table where she sat beside your father, her hands in his.
“Positive, mama.” You confirmed, with a simple, curt nod of your head. It was insane, you knew that, you’d known since the moment you came up with the idea that people would question and doubt you. It was no criteria to pick a husband on really, less so a husband who’d be helping you run an empire - but none of that mattered to you, because it was funny. You didn’t want your marriage arranged for you, nor to marry some affluent brat because their wallet was thick enough to appease your family. So why not have some fun with it? Why not make a very clear impression on your suitors of the sort of person that you are, and what they’re to expect if they end up with you?
You were making them have a literal dick measuring contest.
There were four other families in the city that were determined to be worthy, and had a son of the right age, sending you a bachelor to consider. None of them were alerted ahead of time about what the criteria would be for selection, they never were. Each time an occasion arose to marry the next heir of your family, any influential family would scramble and fight to be considered worthy of presenting a bachelor, and this year the four families that had succeeded were.. not to your personal tastes. The Gojo family were sending their son Satoru, he was said to be arrogant, though skilled; the Nanami family were sending their son Kento, who was said to be well mannered, but stoic; the Sukuna family were sending their son Ryomen, who was said to be brutal and rude, with no real highlights to his personality; and the Zenin family were sending their son Toji, supposedly in hopes of ridding themselves of him, he was rude, arrogant, aggressive, and a slob. The offerings were certainly interesting. You’d bemoaned the men to your assistant, who was also your best friend, and she’d promised to remain at your side through it all.
At least there was that.
You supposed, if any, Kento would likely be the most tolerable as a life partner. The only problem then being that he was also likely to be impossibly boring.
You’d come up with the competition as a joke with your assistant, but then realised something very important: nobody could stop you. So, you decided to go ahead with it. If you’re going to be expected to tolerate a pre-selected lover for the rest of your natural life, why not choose based on how much you’ll enjoy them in bed? Why shouldn’t you? So you would.
They arrived one by one in extravagant cars that spoke of their wealth and status, each greeting you uniquely. Kento was the epitome of what you’d expect, he was polite, gave a slight bow on greeting you, and was polite the entire time, he didn’t touch you or speak out of turn. Ryomen technically did what was asked of him, but he did it all with a small, smug smirk that told you he believed himself above the entire thing. Satoru fumbled, and did things wrong, but managed to hit all the key points. Toji didn’t seem to care at all - he knew where he stood, and presumed he wasn’t winning, he was there out of obligation.
There was a brief, light lunch shared between yourself, the four men, and your parents, discussing the tradition of the process and other such boring things. You tuned out entirely, and spent your time studying each candidate in turn.
They each had their own unique tells that spoke highly of your personality, and you subtly messaged your assistant beneath the table cloth to place bets on who you expected to win. You kept your smile mild, and polite, and after a few minutes realised that all four of the men at the table had realised what you were doing, but none had spoken. Maybe this would be interesting after all.
Eventually, your parents left the room to allow you to take charge. You linked arms with your assistant, and explained that all four of them together would follow you up to a private chamber on your floor of the grand house you called home, and only then would you tell them what this year’s competition was.
They exchanged glances, with Satoru the first to bound forward and agree, eager to see what would come next. He was certainly as arrogant as people had told you, but you’d seen past that for the reality of it, he was likely a gentle man beneath his bravado, and you suspected incredibly intelligent. He’d made a fool of himself when he’d first greeted you, but each movement was too calculated and precise to be real. Toji stepped up next, right in beside Satoru, and you could feel the tension crackling between them. Their families had a tense, unpleasant history. You suspected that would play into the rest of the day’s events. Ryomen stepped up on Satoru’s other side, and there was history there too, you’d been told. There was history between most of the families, aside from the Nanami family. They were a newer family, Kento was the first child they’d been able to offer for the selection. Rather than stepping in with the other men, he stepped in on your other side and offered you his arm with a polite and charming smile. You hummed and regarded him with narrowed eyes before deciding to accept, sending your assistant ahead to get all of the doors.
You led the way up to the room that you’d selected for the day. It was a large guest room which you’d specifically had cleared out for this - the only thing inside it was the largest bed you could get your hands on, an emperor size bed. You perched yourself on the edge, and dismissed your assistant with a wink and a smirk. When you looked back at the men before you, they all seemed mildly rattled by your change in demeanour.
“Well, we can forgo all the stuffy formalities now, because nobody will dare look in on this room until I leave,” you paused there, for dramatic effect, “but I suppose I should tell you how you will be competing for my hand. First, I will be honest with you all. I have no interest in any of you, nor in an arranged partnership, and so I’d written off this process. Until I remembered - I’m the heir, nobody is permitted to deny me this choice. So, I wanted to have some fun. I’ll explain the task, and then you will all have a final chance to leave. Am I understood?” You asked, and once all four men had nodded, you stood from the edge of the bed where you’d sat yourself.
With a gentle tug of the tie of your robe, it fell away, and revealed your naked body beneath. None of the men moved, though they all looked at you with their own variation of raw lust. Kento, however, after a moment looked down at his feet. Respectful.
“I wanted to have fun, and so I picked something that had started as little more than a ridiculous joke. You’re going to compete on cock size, and in a situation where it’s unclear, sexual prowess,” you paused again then, allowing the situation to sink in for each of them, “this is your final chance to back out, I’m sure nobody would blame any of you.” You draped yourself then back onto the bed, legs spread just slightly to allow a view of your genitals, a smirk planted firmly on your lips.
Toji moved first, fabric belt pulled away with ease to allow his pants to drop straight to his ankles. Everyone had removed their shoes at the door, in part to make this element easier. His pants dropping revealed that beneath he was wearing a simple black jockstrap, cupping a clearly impressive cock beneath. Ryomen and Satoru moved then, jump started by Toji’s movements. Satoru pulled off his shirt first, tossing it aside with little care, then wrestled out of his pants to reveal tighty whities - expected. Ryomen practically shredded all of his clothes with how violently he removed them, and you couldn’t deny that the sight was a little arousing. He was wearing no underwear at all, which you’d already guessed based on his appearance when he first arrived. Kento moved last, and with precision. He slowly removed his tie, - which on its own was an arousing sight - unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, then set them all aside onto a dresser neatly folded. He was wearing simple, navy trunks that you liked. They suited him, oddly.
“Well aren’t you all eager.” You cooed, then laughed. This was what you liked. Four men at your mercy.
“Good to know I’ve not scared any of you off yet. I’d like to remind you that your parental pressure cannot prevent you from leaving at this stage, and if needed, I can send an official refusal to get them off your back. If anyone understands parental issues, it’s me.” When none of them moved, you nodded. Excellent. Four very brave men to play with.
“Alright, off with them then. I have inspecting to do.”
As they moved together, you approached Ryomen, and with a simple nod of your head, he stepped away from the other men. You looked him slowly up and down, then ran a single finger down from his jaw to his abs, taking in the sight of him.
“You a virgin, Ryomen?”
“Certainly not.” He said, grin smug. You hummed, careful to sound neither approving nor disapproving. You wanted them all squirming. You wanted their confidence gone before the end of the day.
“Do you prefer Ryomen, or Sukuna?”
“I prefer my lord.” He then said, and you then sighed.
“Go sit at the side, I will come back to you.” You pointed to an arm chair at the side of the room. He growled, which you entirely ignored, then glared at Toji and Satoru as they laughed.
“Allow me to establish something, boys. I am in charge here. I hold all of the power. If you behave poorly today, I have the ability to ruin your families. Nobody needs to know the reality of today’s selection process, so I can tell whatever tale I want, and I will be believed. This is no circus, this is politics, and it is lifelong partnership. I suspect you all take this seriously, and quickly set aside those smart mouths I know you all have.” You said, looking at each man individually.
You gestured for Kento to step up next.
“Kento. Can I call you that?”
“I’d be honoured.” He replied, and you hummed with a raised brow. Quick learner, or still just the most tolerable choice.
“Are you a virgin, Kento?”
“I’m not. Though, I’d say I am inexperienced.” He said honestly, and you smiled at him approvingly.
“Thank you for your honesty. Please go sit on the end of the bed.” Then came Satoru.
“You can call me Satoru, or whatever you like really, I’m not too picky.” He said, without being prompted.
“How generous,” you replied, voice flat, “are you a virgin, Satoru?”
“Nope. Men and women alike, dealt with and done.” You sighed, but nodded.
“Go sit with Ryomen over there.” He went without further commentary. Toji stepped up without prompting.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr Zenin.” You watched him subtly grimace at the use of his family name.
“My reputation precedes me. Call me Toji.” He winked at you, which you ignored.
“Are you a virgin, Toji?”
“Haven’t been for a long time. If you’ve heard of me, I reckon you knew that.”
“Never hurts to be sure. Go sit with Ryomen and Satoru.” He nodded with a grunt then padded away.
You returned to Kento then, standing in front of him with scrutinising eyes.
“Do I intimidate you, Kento? You’re new here, your family least familiar with the process.”
“I may be out of my depth, but I am not intimidated. I’d say I am well equipped to deal with adversity.” He said, and you nodded, turning that response over in his mind. His parents were intelligent, you knew that from your research, so you supposed it made sense that they’d train their only son to be ready to deal with whatever might come his way. He was a well rounded candidate.
Between his legs sat his thick, half hard cock. You’d be taking both length and girth into account, as well as ability later if it came to that.
“Can I suck your cock, Kento?” You asked then, and for the first time, you saw real surprise on his face.
“If you’d like.” He said, and you suspected that was the most honest response you’d gotten so far. It was entirely him, not a trained PR reply. And as it happened, you did like.
You knelt down between his knees, pleased to see he spread them to make space for you without needing to be prompted. You took his cock in hand first, stroking slowly. He grunted softly, which you appreciated - inexperienced, but not virginal. You could work with that. You stuck out your tongue and let saliva drip down from the tip of your tongue to the shaft of his cock, easing the glide of your hand. Not that you’d told them, but the other three men were still being assessed based on their reactions to being forced to watch. They were strong personalities - would they palm their cocks, attempt to get involved? Well, that remained to be seen.
Kento’s eyes were fixed on you, not daring to look away as you gently pressed your lips to his tip, slowly circling your tongue around to taste him. When you leaned back, you took a mental note of his length, and how it felt in your hand for the girth. It was all rough, you weren’t actually going to measure anything, though you had been tempted.
“Are you an anal virgin, Kento?” You asked, watching with some delight as he shivered from your breath ghosting over his now wet cock.
“Yes.” He confirmed without hesitation, and you nodded.
“Thank you. Go take Satoru’s seat, send him here.”
Satoru didn’t need Kento to prompt him, though he took a second to check in and make sure he was alright. Well done Satoru, bonus points.
He dropped himself at the end of the bed where Kento had previously been, and spread his legs without hesitation.
“Nobody’s said it yet, so let me be the first, I think this is nothing short of brilliant. Couldn’t think of a more entertaining way to spend my day.”
“Not one idea?”
“Maybe just the two of us together, sweetness.” He said with a small smirk, and you hummed.
“You’re from a well established family, Mr Gojo, but you’ve not managed to secure a marriage in a few generations now. How did your parents alter your training for this?”
“They haven’t. The family is stubborn, believing their method is perfect, and they’re waiting for an heir that will see that. I ignored most of their teachings anyway. Learned it, don’t get me wrong, but I choose to not employ it.”
“I’ve noticed.” You said simply. You maintained a long moment of eye contact with him, analysing his bright blue irises.
“Are you an anal virgin, Satoru?” You asked, taking your already slightly slick hand to his cock to stroke it slowly.
“Nah. I’m flexible, in a lot of ways.” He said with a casual shrug, less affected by your ministrations than Kento had been. You ceased your questioning then and took his cock in your mouth, sucking it down to test how far into your throat you could take it. He was longer than Kento, but not as thick. Interesting. You pulled back, a single string of saliva connecting your lip to his tip.
You glanced over at the other men to find that while Ryomen was watching entirely unmoving, grip tight on the arms of the chair he sat in, Kento still looked slightly dazed, and Toji was stroking his cock slowly.
“I’ve seen your testing scores, Satoru, you’re an incredibly intelligent young man. I saw through your performance at the door, know that.” You said, then tapped his thigh to send him away.
“Toji.” Was all you needed to say for the man to begin crossing the room. He walked with confidence, bordering on swagger in his step. When he sat in front of you, his cock was already fully hard, standing proud in front of you. You inspected it with a hum, noting the simple piercing he had - a prince Albert. High pain tolerance then.
“You walked in here today like you were expecting to be first home.” You said, with no real question issued. You wanted to see what Toji would say when presented with no clear question to guide his answer.
“I know what people say about me, heard my own ma say I was only allowed to be presented out of respect for the lineage. Personally, I couldn’t care if I get picked or not. I ain’t upper class material, but I was curious what would be goin’ on, and I’m glad I came.” You nodded, sitting back for a moment to inspect his face, taking in the small scar on his lip, and taking care to get off your knees for a moment.
“You seem to react poorly to use of your family name. Disdain for your parents?”
“Don’t we all? This shit’s ass. If I walk outta here today a single man, which I ain’t expectin’ anythin’ else honestly, I’m leavin’. Gonna change my name entirely.” Now that was interesting. You finally took his cock in hand, basking in the grunt he released on contact.
“What would you change it to?”
“Somethin’ totally new. I liked Fushiguro.” You nodded, then leaned in to take his cock in your mouth as you had with all the others. Toji tangled his fingers in your hair, but didn’t grip or pull, which you did appreciate.
“Oh, and yeah, I am an anal virgin. Not against it though, just never had an opportunity I guess.” He said, voice lightly strained from focusing on his words rather than the pleasure of your mouth. Thicker than Satoru, longer than Kento. A nice middle ground. And picking Toji would absolutely piss off your parents.
“Thank you, Mr Fushiguro.” You said, with a small smirk that Toji shared with you. When he stood, Ryomen needed no prompting to replace him, and it was obvious the man had a thunderous temper.
“Ryomen.” You greeted simply.
“Brat.” He replied, which only made you sigh. Was he going to entirely ignore your earlier words?
“I did research on each person coming to visit me today, and not a single source I could find had a single positive thing to say about you. Tell me something I should be interested in, or care about.” You prompted, looking at him expectantly.
“I’m incredibly physically capable.” Before you could respond, you watched his body transform in front of your very eyes. There’d always been rumours about the Sukuna family, and now you had proof right there in front of you. His two arms turned to four, his one cock turned to two, and a large mouth opened on his stomach. You marvelled at him, inspecting each change in turn, only to find that smug look back on his face.
“Do you need the additional help?” You asked, voice sharp, and the silence it created was hostile. You didn’t look away from him for even a moment. You had no fear, not of him. He began to laugh after a moment.
“I like you. You’re.. bold.”
“Pity, because you’ve yet to make a positive impression.”
With that, you took one of his cocks in hand, and the other into your mouth. Neither of them, like this, were particularly impressive on their own. Not as thick or long as anyone else. But there was two of them, which you had to wonder at the practicality of.
“Do you regularly use both?” You asked when you pulled back.
“Not often. You can imagine it is a lot for someone to handle.” He replied, voice smooth, entirely unaffected by you. Shame.
“They seem impractical,” you agreed, “turn back. I’ll need to compare the one to everyone else.” You demanded, and he did just that, without so much as a single movement. You wanted to know more about his abilities, and you needed to ask more about the stomach mouth. You took the single cock in your mouth briefly, and found it to be rather standard. The impressive part was having two, but otherwise, he wasn’t anything to write home about. As suspected.
You sent him to stand with the others while you pulled out your phone, texting your notes to your assistant, just for her enjoyment. You needed to take notes, why not share them with her? You hummed a tune that was only a vague memory while you typed, then nodded.
“Come stand back here in front of me in a line.” They glanced between themselves, then agreed, with Satoru giving Kento a hand up with a teasing smile. You liked him, despite yourself. You watched as they stepped up, inspecting the way their muscles moved. They were all quite well built, which was no surprise, a number of generations had used strength as a gage for picking a partner, and just as many had used intelligence, which was why they were all so learned. You walked up and down the line once, until you returned to the spot each of them had sat in on the bed, looking at them for a long moment in silence.
“Kento. You’re interesting. Sweet, mild mannered, honest. All good, and tolerable qualities. You’d be easy to marry, it would make for an easy life. The idea of upsetting the other three families is also appealing. I have a little bit of a rebellious streak, if you’d not realised yet. Your cock is thick, has a lot of potential to be satisfying, if you know how to use it.” He nodded, a little disconcerted by the verbal feedback.
“Satoru. Your cock is the longest, but not quite as thick. Acceptable, but length isn’t everything. You’re loud, irritating, and you talk too much - I think I could come to tolerate it. I appreciate that you’re candid, and you’re more intelligent than people give you credit for. A valuable skill to have in your arsenal.” Satoru winked at you, lifting his hands to rest on the back of his head, flexing the muscles in his arms in the process.
“Toji. You’re not as thick, or as long, you’re a nice medium between the two things. You’re brash, a slob, you don’t care for appearances or tradition. I can respect that, for the most part. I’d happily aid you in abandoning, and potentially ruining, the Zenin family, if only for some entertainment. But, I’d have to spend my life asking if you really care to be at my side? I may not be looking for romance right now, but it’s a preferable outcome, however long it takes. I don’t have confidence that we’d find that together.” Toji grunted, tilting his head with acknowledgement. There was never a guarantee on where life would take you, but both of you understood your own personalities. They weren’t the most compatible.
“Ryomen. You’re beyond frustrating, and I think I would spend my entire life battling you for control over an empire that is rightfully mine. Your cock is both slimmer and shorter than the others, frankly absolutely average - your bonus is that there’s two of them but you acknowledged for yourself that they’re not the most practical. You do fascinate me, though, and I think I’d have fun breaking you in. If you were to come to tolerate me enough to treat me as an equal, I think we’d do some insane, brilliant things together.” Ryomen didn’t react at all, aside from the burning gaze of his glare on your face, as if it could force you to make a decision in his favour then and there.
“I’ll be honest gents, I really wasn’t expecting to get this far. I’d been banking on at least one of you leaving at the beginning, and one of you being so utterly boring or intolerable that I’d dismiss you before this point, and yet here we are. All five of us, entirely nude, waiting for what comes next,” you paused, standingto close the distance between you and them, “so next, you’ll be showing me what you’re capable of. Size is all well and good, but you need to be able to use it. One by one, you’ll get a turn showing me what you’re capable of. Your goal is to make me cum, once or more, in the time it takes you to cum. Or, at most, thirty minutes.” You turned then to open the top drawer of the single dresser that remained in the room. Inside was a large pump bottle of lube, a stop watch and a clock, then you opened the bottom larger drawer to pull out several towels. You took them back to the bed with you, tossed aside the duvet so prevent that from getting dirty, then set down the first towel.
“Any volunteers?” You asked simply, and Toji reacted first, physically stepping forward rather than attempting to get there first verbally. You raised a brow but nodded, sending the other three back to the chairs at the side.
“If there’s one thing I can do, it’s this.” Toji said, smirk on his face, contorting his scar. You hummed, showing no sign of belief, nor disbelief in his words. You set the clock with a timer for thirty minutes, ready to announce when his time ended, then took the stop watch in hand to time how long it took for him to get you to your first orgasm. You handed him the lube, then began both the clock and the stopwatch.
Toji wasted no time. He set the lube aside and with a firm grip on your calfs, pulled you to the edge of the bed. He knelt there, and without an ounce of hesitation, dove into your pussy like a man starved. He had clearly eaten a lot of people out in his time, and he was glued to your clit near instantly, licking and sucking like making you cum was his new single life goal. You fisted your hands in the towel that’d been dragged down with you, but only part way, moaning without a care for who might hear. You hoped the others were enjoying the show. Toji was no fool, he had a strategy and confidence in his abilities. If he could make you cum on his tongue and fingers first, he wouldn’t end his time early, and could then fuck you afterwards. He’d also passed on whether he could find the clit.
His fingers dug into your thighs, grip almost bruising, but that was only more intoxicating. While his mouth ravaged your clit, two fingers pushed into your hole, which was already wet from the day’s events. He pushed in slowly, stretching you out around his fingers, then scissoring them out to stretch you further. He was prepping you at the same time. Smart man.
Your analytical train of thought faded away quickly in the face of his skill, and before you knew it, you were drawing close to your orgasm, the swooping of your stomach a telltale sign. Toji chuckled against your skin, the vibration a unique pleasure, and a sign that he knew exactly how close you were. He doubled down his efforts, focusing on your clit, and nailing his fingers into your gspot with cruel efficiency.
“Toji-” you moaned as you came over his tongue and fingers, your juices coating them, and his chin. He continued his ministrations until you were squirming with overstimulation, then with the strength of a man who’d spent his life so far training for violence, he lifted you up with one arm and tossed you back further up the bed. With his other hand, he’d stopped the stop watch - ten of his thirty minutes up.
He took the lube bottle in hand and squirted some into his hand to coat his cock, kneeling up on the bed so he could look down on you with predatory gaze. You were still catching your breath as he dropped down onto his elbows. He brushed his nose up the side of your neck, nipping gently as he reached your jaw. He knew better than to mark you, good. He lined himself up with your hole, dragging the tip slowly through your folds for a moment, just to tease you.
“Can you give me another, doll?” He asked, beginning to press his cock into your hole.
“Yes.” You said firmly, already ready. You were nothing if not needy, you were well aware of that, which was why this test was such a good measure for any husband of yours. His smirk twisted to something more primal, and then he was slamming into you without restraint or concern of hurting you. While one hand held him up, the other gripped your hip like a vice, holding you still while he slammed home again and again, right up against your cervix, dragging along your gspot as he went. He was well-trained, and mostly disciplined. He drilled into you like he had tunnel vision, like nothing else mattered, and your moans grew only louder. He kissed, licked and nipped your skin, travelling upward until he met your lips.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into the scarred skin of his back, as he kissed you. It was messy, wet, sloppy, but it was still good. He kissed you like he was desperate for it, like he couldn’t cum if his lips weren’t on yours. You absently wondered whether that was something people could experience, and then were immediately distracted again as his hand travelled from your hip to your clit, stroking it as he continued pounding you. All thoughts left your mind then, other than thoughts of another orgasm, as you moaned and writhed, fingers leaving bright red welts in their wake along his skin. One hand tangled in his hair, and as you tugged he groaned his pleasure into your open lips. You did it again, and his thrusts faltered just slightly.
“Come on doll, give it to me. Wanna- hn- cum with you squeezing my cock.” He whispered into your ear, voice low and gravelly, cut off only by his own moans as your heels dug further into the flesh of his asscheeks, keeping him close. It didn’t take long for you to do just as he’d said, then he was cumming too, as your pussy clenched and fluttered around his length.
Both of you were heavily panting. You turned to glance at the clock and found he’d finished with five minutes to spare. He was good, two orgasms from you in less than thirty minutes, but he himself had only lasted fifteen. Shame. After a short moment, Toji pulled out, and removed the condom he’d been told to wear. You weren’t letting any of them accidentally get you pregnant from this, that’d be too much scandal even for you.
You sent Toji to wait with the others while you texted an update to your assistant with Toji’s scoring and times, laughing as she sent only the eyes emoji back to you. You took a moment to drink some water, wipe up the lube and juices coating your lips and thighs, and reset the clock and stopwatch, exchanging the wet towel for a fresh one. You did everything slowly, taking your time so your body could recover, preventing one of the others from having the advantage of you already having cum twice.
You looked over the three men left waiting, eyes lingering on each of them as you made your decision.
“Satoru.” You decided, smile fighting its way onto your lips as he hissed a soft ‘yess’, and bounded over to you, not bothering to hide how eager he was.
“You saw the task. Ready?” He nodded without hesitation, pushing you back onto the bed. You started both the clock and the stop watch.
Satoru started differently, climbing onto the bed behind you, and pulling you into his lap so your back was pressed to his chest. He kissed up your neck, slim fingers ghosting over your bare skin, amping you up for what would come next. More than once he moved as if you touch you, then changed his direction, ghosting over your thighs or stomach instead. His free hand gently turned your head to connect your lips to his, kissing you deeply, passionately, precisely. He’d turned sex to a science, you knew then. Interesting. When his fingers finally dragged through your folds, you were wet once again, and he used that to ease his way as he started to slowly circle your clit with the pad of one finger. He swallowed your soft moans, circling your tongue with his, and the sounds that echoed around the room were wet. Using his knees, he spread your legs further, allowing the others a full view of your pussy to admire while he played with your clit. That added element fueled your desire, and Satoru chuckled as he felt your wetness drip from you.
“You like having an audience, sweetness?” He teased, licking up the shell of your ear. “I could do that, if we got married. Maybe we can take pity on one of these guys and let them sit in the cuck chair, hm?” He suggested, feeling the way the muscles in your thighs tightened, attempting to close your legs, which he didn’t allow.
“I’d be so good to you.” He whispered, fingers finally dipping downward to circle your hole, teasing just so.
“Satoru..” you whined, hips bucking up to meet his fingers, as if you could force them inside you. You wanted to see just what those clever fingers could do inside you.
“Sorry sweetness, did you want those?” He teased, smirk pressed against the skin of your neck. Slowly, finally, he pressed two slim fingers inside of your hole, and you were clenching around him immediately, eager to keep them inside you, to get the pleasure you knew they could give.
You were wrong, he hadn’t made sex a science - he’d made it mind games, and he was good at them.
He pumped them into you firm and fast, stroking your gspot with each movement, nailing it every single time. Like he’d already known where it was. That was when you distantly remembered the rumours of an ability running in the Gojo family line.
“Satoru-” you grunted, desperately trying to focus your mind even as his thumb came to rub circles on your clit, “your eyes.. they- I heard.. rumours.” You managed to say, partly embarassed that he’d gotten you so worked up with just his fingers.
“Clever. I knew I liked you. The Sukuna family isn’t the only one with gifts.” He confirmed, but elaborated no further, focusing back on pleasuring you. Your mind left you quickly then, and your orgasm began to creep up on you, drawn out slowly by his precise movements. When you did cum, your head fell back, eyes rolling with it, legs trembling with the restraint needed not to slam them closed.
“That’s it, there you go.” He cooed, pulling you back in for another kiss. You patted around until you found the stopwatch and ended it, twelve minutes.
You expected him to adjust to laying down then, but instead he gently helped you turn around, and then slowly lowered you onto his cock. It felt longer in your pussy than it had in your throat, making you softly whine. He chuckled and rubbed soothing patterns into your ass cheeks as you lowered down until you were fully seated on his cock.
“You want me to take control here, sweetness?” He asked, and you nodded. That was sort of the point, but you appreciated him giving you the option. One hand held your ass while the other shifted to your hip, then he began lifting you only to slam you back down as his hips thrusted upward to meet you. He found his rhythm quickly, fucking you like a human fleshlight, and as demeaning as it was, you enjoyed it thoroughly. Your orgasm crept back up on you much sooner than you’d expected, taking you entirely by surprise when it slammed into you, making you yell out his name with a strangled moan, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving two lines of little crescent moon shapes there like a brand. He didn’t react, there was no sign of him orgasming himself. Only a further three minutes had passed and yet there you were.
After a moment to let you recover, Satoru contiunued his movements, slamming into you again without sign of tiring or slowing down. He’d taken longer to get going, but once he was there, he was damn efficient. He adjusted his hold on you to instead effectively sit you on his forearm so the hand that was holding your hip could shift to circle your clit, looking to get a third orgasm out of you. He was relentless, and did it all with that little smirk, muttering praises into your ear as he did it. Time grew closer to the thirty minute mark, and Satoru began to pant softly, the effort of the position beginning to take its toll, but he didn’t stop or change, he just persisted. Another orgasm began to build inside you, like a knot being tied in your stomach. It started slower, taking longer to build, and when it washed over you, a silent cry escaping your lips, the timer went off a moment later declaring the end of thirty minutes. Satoru hadn’t cum at all. He gently set you down on the bed and leaned down to kiss you, a sweet parting gift. He rolled the condom off and tossed it into the bin. You grabbed your phone, remaining in your laying position, texting the information to your assistant, who sent a blushing emoji back.
It took longer for you to pull yourself up to your feet that time, and stumble back to your water.
“We’ll take a break here, because I need a chance to recover or it won’t be entirely fair. I’m going to take a brief shower in the en-suite, my asssitant will bring snacks, please use the robes I’m about to grab to cover up. She doesn’t need to see you all nude.” You announced, then padded through to the bathroom. You tossed four robes out, hoping that they’d fit, then closed the door to take your shower.
You didn’t look up as the door opened, revealing your assistant with snacks for you as well, plus a new bottle of water.
“It’s going well then.” She said as she sat on the lid of the toilet, unbothered by the sight of your naked body. She’d seen it all before after all.
“Very. Honestly it might be a tougher decision than I expected. They all have their pros and cons.” You said as you stepped out, taking a towel to start rubbing your body dry.
“Do you have a favourite?” She asked, looking at you with raised brows and a knowing smile.
“I did, before they arrived, you know that. But since they’ve all surprised me. I don’t want to start making judgements until all the tests are over. But I have an idea, so far.” You revealed, smiling as your friend giggled like a school girl. You took the snack she’d brought, your favourite fruit and some toast, and began to eat it slowly, content to remain shut away for a short while longer, considering all the information you’d taken in already.
“Do you have a favourite?” You asked after a moment, looking at your friend from where you were perched on the edge of the bath.
“For you?”
“Both.”
“For you, I like Satoru. He’s cocky, sure, but I think you like that type of guy, deep down. He is very handsome, too,” she said, and you tilted your head in acknowledgement, “for me? I mean I really couldn’t, we both know that, but in another life? I’d want Kento.” He confided with a shy smile, and you grinned at her. You pulled on a robe of your own, then embraced your friend.
“If it was in my power to give him, you’d have him already.” You told her, and she nodded. She knew.
You stepped out, letting her collect the various plates and trays scattered around the room. It seemed the only people that had engaged in any conversation while you were gone were Satoru and Kento. You could’ve guessed. You removed the damp towel from the bed, left behind after Satoru had pleased you, and let it join the other damp towel on the ground. Round three time.
“Kento.” You said, and he perked up with the mention of his name. He watched as you dropped the robe you were wearing, and heard the click of the door closing. His turn then. He stood and dropped his own robe, coming to join you on the bed. You handed him the lube, then began both the clock and the stopwatch.
He grabbed the lube bottle and squirted some onto your folds, then some onto his fingers. You jolted at the temperature, but it wasn’t long before Kento’s fingers were there to warm it up, dragging his fingers up through to your clit, but that was clearly not his primary goal. He worked back down to your hole and pressed a single finger inside first, knuckle by knuckle. He spent a short while pumping that in and out, letting you adjust before he added a second finger, stretching you further. He spent some time working you open, gentle and careful as he was, then added a third finger. You had to wonder what his plan was to be working you open so methodically, or whether this was simply normal for him. It was appealing, certainly, because there was nothing worse than tearing and finding out afterwards.
He climbed up onto the bed with you leaving you laying back and slotted himself between your thighs, cock standing proud. He continued to finger you open, until you grew needy, eager to see what would come next. He was obviously working up to fucking you. You whimpered and clenched around his fingers, and it didn’t take words for him to realise what you wanted. He poured some more lube onto his fingers, then used that to slick his cock, ready to push into you. He leaned down, arms bracing either side of your head, and kissed you softly as he pressed into your hole slowly, inch by inch. He was thick, it felt amazing inside you, and despite all his working you open, you could still feel the stretch, which you liked.
He moved slowly at first, pulling out right to the tip before pushing back until his hips were flush with yours, but his intention wasn’t to tease you. Kento began to speed up slowly over time, building up to a more reasonable pace, but never as extreme as the two men before him. And he remained like that. He fucked into you like he was more concerned with enjoying the process than making you cum, and you couldn’t say you weren’t enjoying it, though you were curious. You said nothing, allowing him his process as you had with the others. He enjoyed kissing you languidly, making the most of his time with you, like he wasn’t worried about the timer running at all. You felt him pull away, and whined softly at the loss of his warmth and gentle kisses, and one hand raised to cup your face to soothe you, his thumb pushing between your lips for you to suck on. He did something that you didn’t quite see, then focused back on his thrusting. His new position allowed him to circle your clit with his thumb, slow and hurried like everything else. You felt like you were on a cloud, utterly treasured rather than in the middle of a competition for your hand based on your orgasms.
You heard a soft hitch in Kento’s throat, caused by something you were unsure of, and then he pulled his thumb from your mouth. His hand came down to grip your thigh, which he used to push your leg back, then the other, following them down until he had you pushed into a mean mating press, his cock buried deep inside you, deeper than you’d realised he was able to reach until that moment. Then, his demeanour changed, chasing your orgasm with aggression and precision, soft grunts escaping him from the effort of it, and you were quickly taken over by the pleaure, utterly unable to focus on anything except moaning his name over and over. He’d gone from soft and gentle to rough, bordering on animalistic, pounding into you without restraint, grunting praise softly into your ear as he did. Each thrust had him slamming into your cervix without hesitation, like your orgasm was the only thing he cared about, on a one track path to get you there.
Your orgasm quickly began to build, and immediately you could tell it was going to be more intense than the others, as drawn out as it was, almost like you’d been teased and teased until Kento saw something you hadn’t, which flipped a switch in him. With a final punishing thrust, you came so hard your vision temporarily whited out, and right as the clock began to beep in the background to signal the end of your time, Kento came too, with a drawn out moan.
“Right on time.” You said after a moment, both of you softly panting. Kento laughed softly, kissing you gently again, then pulled out, allowing you to recover. You stopped the stopwatch, then grabbed your phone to message your assistant, with a few extra emojis just to tease her, laughing as you did. You grabbed your water and took a moment to cool down, glad you weren’t too overstimulated, because you had a feeling Ryomen was going to try his damn hardest to show off.
“Alright, Ryomen. You have the floor.” You said, and he needed no further prompting. He grabbed one of the dirtied towels from the floor to wipe you clean, then his transformation washed over his body.
“A question for you, that you asked us all earlier. Have you lost your anal virginity?” He asked, the mouth in his stomach with its tongue hanging out.
“I have.” You confirmed, a curious brow raised.
“Good.” Was all he replied before he was hauling you upward.
He lay back on the bed and positioned you kneeling over his stomach mouth. When you hesitated, he pulled you downward roughly until you were sitting on it, and then it began to eagerly eat you out. You moaned, shocked by the sudden aggressive stimulation, leaning forward to grip on his shoulders just to keep yourself upright. Two fingers appeared then, wet with lube rubbing at your asshole. He worked it open quickly and efficiently, there was a level of sexy brutality to it almost. You realised quickly what his goal was when he bent his knees to adjust his position, and then a cock was poking at your asshole. With no effort at all, he adjusted you and himself until he was able to eagerly lick at your clit with his tongue and push into your asshole with one of his cocks, pleasuring you beyond what you’d ever experienced before. You got lost in it near immediately, all senses overwhelmed by him.
He’d been smug since the moment he’d arrived, and only seemed to worsen once you revealed the task that would be completed to earn your hand - perhaps this was why. You ground down onto his tongue, chasing your already fast approaching orgasm. Two of his hands gripped your hips, preventing you from moving far so he could continue to pleasure you, one rested at the small of your back, and the last one held the stop watch. The second that knot inside you pulled loose and your orgasm washed over you, he killed it.
“Four minutes.” He grunted, then tossed it across the room. He didn’t stop, didn’t relent, only continued to pound into you, tongue deep inside you, tasting every inch of your pussy. He seemed to have no intention of letting you go until his half hour was up.
In the background, the sun had already set, giving way to the early evening, and everyone was hungry again. Ryomen? He was hungry only for the taste of another orgasm on his tongue, followed by another. His cock bullied your insides, slamming into you over and over, driving you closer to the edge all over again. You hadn’t realised what a ride you’d settled in for when you’d invited him into your bed, but it was a strict all arms and legs inside the ride until its end policy.
Only after three orgasms did he change positions, tossing you onto the bed on your stomach to take you from behind. One cock slipped into your ass with ease while the other pushed into your pussy, practically knocking the air out of you. You’d thought you were full before, but that was nothing compared to this. He didn’t give you time to adjust, just began pounding into you like a man on a mission, determined to wring you absolutely dry. You moaned, whined, practically screamed as he made you cum over and over. You were sure you’d heard the sheets beneath you tear at some point. His hands were everywhere, touching every inch of your body, and it was driving you insane. He had consumed every one of your senses, and the fingers on your clit served as the final nail in your coffin. You were beyond overstimulated when the clock announced the end to his half hour, in fact you were in pain, all over.
Ryomen pulled out and left you there, walking away without much care for your state. Kento and Satoru frowned at him, concerned for you, but not wanting to step out of line, or overstimulate you even more by attempting to help. You shuffled carefully to the edge of the bed and dropped down to your knees, creating a loud thud, which made everyone jolt. A moment later, your assistant pushed into the room with a warm, fluffy robe for you and a fresh bottle of flavoured water. She turned fiery eyes on Ryomen but said nothing, helping you carefully back up to the bed. You always kept a button nearby to call her in case she was needed, and this time you’d kept it beneath the bed.
She rushed through to the bathroom to wet a washcloth, leaving it lightly damp and cool, which she gave to you to use on your genitals, not wanting to risk causing you any more discomfort, then with a clap, several other members of staff walked in, ignoring the four naked men in the room with you. Four of the additional staff presented the men with a tray of food for themselves, while the final one knelt beside you and offered you a variety of things to choose between, reverance in his eyes. Another close friend of yours - after all, who else were you meant to befriend, when you were so isolated, and so many people desired to get into your good graces only to advance their own fortune? No, the staff were good people, and if they gained anything from being your friend, well you’d sooner give it to someone who’d appreciate it.
He was the one to round up the others and send them away, then left you with a soft kiss to your forehead, leaving behind a tray of things you’d agreed to eat, the others whisked away with the staff.
“Don’t be afraid to call again if you need.” Your assistant said, gently squeezing your hand, then she was gone too, leaving you once again alone with your four suitors. Though, you ignored them entirely as you padded through to the bathroom for a moment alone.
“You fucking broke them.” Satoru said, turning hard eyes on Ryomen.
“I did as I was told to do, it is not my fault if they couldn’t handle it.” He replied with a roll of his eyes, poking at the food he’d been given.
“You’re being difficult. You knew well what the task was, you had it modeled three times before you. That was excessive, and is unlikely to increase your chances of being chosen, particularly considering how calously you set them aside after.” Kento said softly, pinching the bridge of his nose as if the entire situation were giving him a headache.
“Any of us coulda done that, given enough hours. No reason to do it so quickly, takes all the fun outta it.” Toji said with a simple shrug, putting a sushi roll in his mouth.
The conversation stopped as you opened the bathroom door and emerged, still wrapped in your fluffy robe. The damp cloth that had been rested on your abused pussy, and therefore coated in lube and your juices, sat limply in hand. You paused, staring at them for a moment, then launched it at Ryomen, watching as it arced through the air and landed squarely on his face. He breathed in deeply and laughed, a deep resounding chuckle.
“Brat.”
“Asshole.” And that was the end of it. Issue over, problem solved. The other three men looked between themselves, then decided that as long as you were content, then they were too.
“Well, this whole thing has been a lot of fun, gents. Thank you for humouring me. I hate that I’m expected to leave this room today having made a decision, because realistically I’d like to get to know you all better, but none of you are going to let me see the real you while three other men sit in the room with us.” You said, standing there before them, arms wrapped around your own waist. This was the first time in the entire day that they’d seen the real you, which felt appropriate given that you were speaking about honesty. None of them spoke, though you paused specifically to give them the chance.
“I have a proposal for you, something that I think will allow all of us a win.” You said, smirk pulling at your lips, which was met with three matching ones, and some mild concern from Kento.
“My dear you cannot expect to marry all four of them!” Your father protested, standing to tower over you, but that had stopped intimidating you a long time ago. The four men you’d convinced stood behind the sofa where you remained seated, watching the interaction.
“But I can, and I will. I cannot be expected to choose between them, they’ve each captured me in such a unique way.” You replied, voice flat, expression unimpressed. Satoru snickered behind you, which you chose to ignore.
“The other families need their heirs. You’ll cripple them.” Your mother said softly, reaching out for her husband in hopes of soothing his temper.
“After some of the conversations I’ve had today, I believe they deserve it.” You looked into your mother’s eyes, silently begging her to understand.
— EARLIER —
“I already told you all, I like causing problems on purpose, rebelling against this system we’re all stuck in. So, while I was sitting in the bathroom I had an idea.”
“You had a genius idea while shitting?” Toji asked, looking skeptical.
“That is.. not what I was doing in there. I have questions about your bowels that I’m not sure I want the answers to,” you mumbled, looking at him with furrowed brows, but you shook your head and moved on, “anyway. I offer this: I marry all four of you.”
There was a shocked pause after that, which you largely expected.
“All four of us? Is that something you can do?” Kento asked, looking between the others, who were more well versed in the situation.
“No, not really. But I’m the heir, I’m in charge, and once I’m married to one of you, I get to make the decisions. So I can make it something that I can do.” You said with a shrug. You padded up to the bed to grab the pillows from it and tossed them to the ground to sit on so you didn’t have to keep standing.
“And if we decline?” Ryomen asked, eyes narrowed as he stared at you.
“Then you decline. If only one of you disagrees, then you can walk away and I’ll marry the others. If you all decline, then I’ll be forced to make a choice.” You replied with a shrug. You wouldn’t force them.
“If we say yes?” Satoru asked, slipping from his chair to sit on the floor with you, and Ryomen moved immediately to take his chair.
“I think you’ll all be useful in business; it’ll piss off everyone but the Nanamis, which I’m okay with; we create a new status quo or scrap the system entirely for future generations and we get to cripple your families - again, except the Nanamis, you guys are new here.” You said, counting on your fingers as you went.
“What about us?” Toji asked, eyeing you warily.
“You’d be my husbands. I’d have a chance to get to know all of you properly, as people. I’m no dictator, you can live your lives. If you want to marry me, then lead an entirely separate life then I would let you do that. Hell, if you want to marry me, then divorce me after the year grace period, then that’s fine too. This isn’t about love, it’s about power, and I’m suggesting we take it back. We deserve that much.”
“And if we all decide to stay?” Kento questioned softly.
“Then, I’ll get to know you all. Maybe eventually fall in love with all of you. You all have your unique traits that I can appreciate, and things I think I can grow to like about you all. Or we’re married friends, providing for each other, I could be happy about that too. I wouldn’t expect any of you to remain exclusive with me, either, that would be hypocritical.” You explained, smiling down at Satoru as he shamelessly settled his head in your lap, and you brushed your fingers gently through his hair. Yeah, actually, you needed that. You figured he probably knew it too. The room around you was silent as everyone considered.
“I have a kid.” Toji said suddenly, breaking through the silence in the room.
“How old?” You asked, smile turned then to him.
“Two.”
“Does anyone else know?”
“Baby mama’s ma. Couldn’t exactly take him home. Baby mama died, so I’m all he’s really got. His grandma’s got one foot in the grave, pretty convinced she’s holding on out of spite to look after him.” He admitted, refusing to look at you, for whatever reason. You gently shifted Satoru so you could stand and cross to Toji. You lowered yourself into Toji’s lap and cupped his face to force him to look at you.
“You can have this, Toji Fushiguro. I’d accept him, get the best of care for his grandmother for however long she has left. He will never have to be a Zenin.” The eye contact between you was intense, and for just a moment, nothing else existed.
“Yeah. Okay. I’m in.” Toji finally agreed, and you kissed his forehead softly. Satoru stepped in behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, slight smirk pulling at his lips.
“Alright, saviour complex. Count me in.” He said, pressing a kiss to your neck that made you laugh.
Apparently, something about having sex on first meeting made people prone to physical affection.
You looked to Kento, then to Ryomen, to see what their decisions would be.
“My family needs this.” Kento said softly, though he was looking down at the food in his lap.
“You don’t have to agree to anything for them. You’re a wonderful young man, and I would happily assist your family as a friend.” You offered, leaning over to his chair to take his hand. He looked up at you, a small amount of surprise evident on his face.
“While I am learned, business truly.. isn’t for me. It overwhelms me, makes me someone I don’t like.” He admitted, and you could see where his concerns all came from in that moment.
“You could be my little house husband.” You offered with a shrug and a teasing smile, but Kento seemed soothed by the suggestion as intended.
“Little?” He asked, smile pulling at his own lips. You laughed, and laced your fingers together.
“So?”
“I’ll accept.”
Ryomen looked at the three of you with top lip curled in disgust, contempt in his eyes. You sighed and leaned back against Satoru, who basked in the increased contact, Toji grunting with displeasure, large hand wrapping around your thigh to keep you close. Yes, you could fall in love with these men.
“Ryomen Sukuna. The only child of this generation of the Sukuna family. You’re violent, smug, self absorbed, and all around unpleasant. We both know, deep down, who gave me that information, Ryomen,” his eyes dared you to elaborate, but you wouldn’t, after all there was no reason to tell everyone that his own parents had said that, “you’d be safe here. With me. I’ll take all your barbs and fire them right back, like I have all day today. I’ll match you move for move, and I’ll smile as I do it. I can learn to love you, Ryomen. You are not unlovable.” There was another long, pregnant pause. You’d not quite bared his soul, but everyone could infer, though all had the sense to say nothing.
“Fine. I’ll accept.” He said, with no further commentary. You laughed, a sound that came from deep inside you, a light sound carried by your elation.
Yes. This would cause problems.
— NOW —
“You’re truly willing to kill four families?” Your mother asked.
“Just three. The Nanamis have committed no sins. They have nieces and nephews I can interview for positions with us, that would lift the family further. The Zenins, Gojos and Sukunas, however, have sins to answer for, and I am their reckoning, knocking on their doors.” You said, and your small embers of irritation that had been slowly growing burned bright in a furious blaze inside you that both your parents could see clear as day. Satoru’s hand slipped down to grip one shoulder, Toji’s the other, while Ryomen remained staunch behind you.
“So. All four of them.” Your father said, dropping back into his chair, deflated.
“All four. I won’t accept any other option.” You said, firm.
“Well then boys, it’s an honour to welcome you all to the family.” Your mother finally said, breaking gently through your riteous fury to the soft core beneath it. Your father sighed deeply, an all suffering sound, and dragged his palm down his face.
“You are so stubborn. I don’t understand where you got that from.” The withering look your mother gave him made you laugh softly.
“Oh, and Toji comes with a built in grandson.” You mentioned off handedly, which made both of them perk up. Toji gripped your shoulder tighter, and when you looked up at him, you found both dread and frustration on his face.
“How old?” Your father prompted.
“Two, sir.” Toji replied, voice thick.
“A good age for this sort of transition, I suppose. Potentially a confusing family dynamic, but they’ll accept anything that young. And with our sort of money, he’ll be untouchable.” Your mother mused, pulling out her phone to summon some staff.
Just like that, she began ordering them around to commence preparations. One was given the task of preparing for Toji’s son, Megumi’s, arrival; one was given the task of preparing letters for the families; one was given the task of buying more groceries; one was given the task of cleaning the room you’d used that day, plus various more. After a moment, your father nodded to dismiss you, and with a grin, you made sure all four of your fiances were following you when you left to head for your own room.
They were never leaving again, if you had anything to say about it. You looked forward to the future that lay ahead - and all the sex that came with it, after all.