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Throat goat (satosugu)

ʚ cont: established relationship, throat fucking, oral (gojo!r), fingering (gojo!r), dirty talk, cum eating, implied bottom gojo satoru

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Geto rested his weight on his knees, his sharp, dark eyes looking up at Gojo’s flushed face as he jerked the length of his cock up and down, rubbing his precum all over his dick. Gojo panted at the feeling of Geto’s large, burning hands on his sensitive cock. His pants slipped further down his porcelain leg with Geto's help, his free hand wrapping around the back of Gojo’s bare thigh for support.

“Put it in your mouth… please” Gojo begged, his words needy and breathless. “so impatient, Satoru. you were too spoiled when you were young.” Geto teased before leaning forward and taking the head of Gojo’s cock between his lips, his tongue laying flat inside his mouth against the head, tasting the bitter-sweet flavor of Gojo’s cum on the head of his dick. 

“Oh god-“ Gojo whined, patting his legs further from the small stimulation, his head tipping back against the cold wall of his apartment. Geto internally smiled to himself at how sensitive Gojo was, moaning and crying from such a simple touch.

Geto wasted no time in pushing his head forward and taking Gojo's cock into his throat with ease, resulting in a strangled whine from the man above him, who reached down with a shaky hand and gripped his hair tightly. Suguru wanted to curse him out for pulling his hair so hard, knowing Satoru was going to lose himself and tangle his hair up in a mess, but the way Satoru looked while getting sucked off was too pretty to interrupt.

Gojo’s head tipped back, his jaw opened as whines and moans left his pretty lips, the dark blush across his cheeks that spread down to his neck and under the collar of his shirt. Geto bet everything his nipples were the same color, hard and begging to be touched. 

Geto bobbed his head back and forth, rolling his tongue around Gojo’s cock as he took him in and out of his mouth hands-free, the hand previously jerking him off resting on the back of his thigh like his other hand. "A-ahh nggghh!" Gojo was a whining mess above him, his hips wiggling from side to side, fighting the urge to fuck Geto's face as he knew how much Suguru hated that without warning.

Gojo brought one of his hands up to his mouth and stuck two of his long, slender fingers inside, his tongue licking around them and getting them wet. Geto watched with lidded eyes as he pressed his fingers too deep inside his cavity and gagged, a gasp being released from Gojo's lips when he pulled them back from the feeling, a string of saliva connecting his fingers to his lips. 

Geto took the entirety of Gojo's cock into his throat and stayed there, face pressed against the soft hair on Gojo's pelvis. Suguru could feel his cock jump inside his mouth as he swallowed around him, tasting the pre-cum that leaked from his needy boyfriend's cock. "Your throat is so tight-" Gojo cried, his eyes rolling back in his head as he reached his wet fingers behind his body to find his tight, unprepped hole. 

Geto moaned around his cock, acknowledging his words. The vibrations went straight to Gojo's balls, getting fuller by the second. Gojo rubbed his wet fingers against his hole in circles before he pressed them inside together, stretching himself out. Geto couldn't tell what he was doing from there, but he could see how Gojo's eyes fluttered back in his head, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he pushed his fingers inside.

Geto pulled back and began his pace again, bobbing his head back and forth on Gojo's cock. The lewd noises from Geto's throat only tightened the coil inside Gojo's stomach. Gojo began thrusting his fingers in and out of his ass at the same pace Geto was taking him into his throat. "H-ahh hah- s-shit-" He moaned, his whole body tingling when he just barely grazed his prostate. 

Geto rubbed his hand up the back of his thigh, stopping in his tracks momentarily when his hand bumped into Gojo's which was in the way of where he was trying to go--his asshole. Suguru caught on quick, caught on to why Gojo had gotten so much louder. Geto popped his mouth fully off his cock with an "ahh," sound, before he pressed the tips of two of his fingers against Gojo's which were stuffed in his ass, wet with his spit.

"You're gonna need something a lot bigger to stretch you out." Suguru teased, pressing his fingers in with Gojo's. "You- fuck-" Gojo whined at the stretch, Geto's fingers were so much thicker and bigger than his, but god did it feel good. Geto smiled, making eye contact with his boyfriend before he took his cock back into his mouth, taking him into his throat with ease as he matched the pace of his fingers with Gojo's.

"Right there Suguru, don't stop-" He moaned, his legs shaking when Geto's fingers hit his prostate right on, massaging it in a way only he could. Geto moaned around him, letting him know he heard him, though he knew that wasn't going to stop Gojo from running his mouth. "H-harder, do it harder-" He begged, his own fingers moving weakly with Geto's as he let his boyfriend do all the work. 

Geto licked the underside of Gojo's cock, rubbing his tongue all over the sensitive vein he knew drove Gojo crazy as he slammed his fingers harder into his ass how he wanted, how he knew would make him cum. "Suguru l-let me cum in your mouth, please," Gojo begged, his fingers curling into the back of his head, not allowing Suguru to pull away even if he wanted to.

"I'm gonna c-cum, I- Im cumming!" Gojo groaned, his hips jerking against Geto's face as he came deep inside his throat. Suguru's face scrunched in discomfort as Gojo forced his hips flush against Geto's face, making sure his dick was as deep as possible as he shot his load down his throat. Geto choked a bit, trying to swallow each time he felt Gojo cum. 

Their fingers were getting squeezed by Gojo's tight hole with each wave of his orgasm, Geto's fingers only making his high last longer as he continued to jab his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves in his ass. Gojo collapsed to his knees in front of Geto with a whine, his head falling on his shoulder, his soft hair splaying out on his shoulder as his cock hung between them, twitching in the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

Geto placed a hand on his sore throat, coughing and swallowing the residual cum in his mouth. "Eat more fruit please, your cum tastes horrible." Geto jabbed,patting Satoru's naked thigh with his other hand. Gojo lifted his head and smiled at his boyfriend with that signature cocky smirk of it, "Says the man who swallowed it allll up." he replied.

"Not like you gave me much of a choice, whining about wanting to cum in my throat while you keep my head glued to your dick," Geto said, his eyebrows furrowing in displeasure as he looked at Geto. Gojo smiled and leaned forward again, placing his head back on Suguru's shoulder. "I eat plenty of sugar, I bet it tastes sweet and you're just being a big baby." He replied, sounding sure of himself.

The corner of Geto's mouth twitched in annoyance. He was going to retort but he decided to keep it in and opt to just heave out a loud sigh in response. "See? You know I'm right." Gojo added, pushing his luck. Geto reached his hand behind Gojo and smacked him on the back of the head, resulting in a whine from Gojo. "Next time I'm gonna spit your cum into your mouth, see how you like it." Geto threatened, though his threat didn't exactly elicit the effect he was looking for when his boyfriend turned his head to the side and wiggled his eyebrows at him, "Kinky." 

It is a FACT that men ONLY do romantic and sexual things with FEMALES and they ALWAYS will.

It is CANON geto is a MAN.

It is CANON geto ONLY does romantic and sexual things with FEMALES and he ALWAYS will.

{SMAU}: trans!geto finding out he is pregnant with gojo’s child!

{warnings}: pregnancy, profanity, mentions of abortion(?), fluff.

pairing: satosugu <3

this was made purely for comedic purposes and because i’m a petty bitch because this person spammed me with 16 ASKS???? all talking about how geto is STRAIGHT and only has sexual relations with FEMALES and sorts of stuff like- it’s a fictional character??? it’s not that deep??? people have the right to ship FICTIONAL characters with anyone they want to. anyways, here ya go😇

proof

{SMAU}: poly! satosugu texts <3.

{warnings}: profanity, suggestiveness.

pre-relationship:

during satosugu:

establishing relationship:

this was so long overdue!! but here we go <3

-x-x-x-x-x-

STUDY SESSIONS

a/n: ohhhh my god, i finally finished this. it's been half finished for months but i did it!! hope you guys enjoy!

cw: fem!reader, dom!satosugu, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby, sweet girl), slight petplay (like if you squint really hard), fingering, manhandling, double vag pen., biting, squirting, creampie, oral f!receiving, overstim, aftercare, and um i think that’s it please let me know if i missed anything

word count: 4.5k

satoru and suguru are the stars of your university.

they have it all — the looks, the grades, the girls (and guys). and in your shared BIO 141 class, better known as your human anatomy and physiology class, they’re known for being top of the class, never having failed an exam. you, however, have been falling behind in that said class. 

but it truly isn’t your fault. you can’t help that the two men sit at a perfect angle for you to gawk and stare at them for the entirety of class. yeah, it’s not your fault at all! in fact, it’s your stupid professor’s fault for placing the two pieces of eye candy directly in your line of view!

it’s tuesday again and your professor is rambling on about the limbic system or something of the sort. you don’t really comprehend what he’s saying because it seems the two pieces of eye candy have gotten matching tattoos. a dark betta fish on suguru’s right bicep and a lighter one on satoru’s left. 

you can’t help but let your mind wander to how those arms would look holding you up as they’re pounding into you. dirty words being whispered into your ear as you try your best to keep up with them. “such a good slut for u-“

your name being called out by your professor yanks you out of your trance. you blink twice, ripping your eyes of the two boys but not before they could catch you staring at them. 

“i asked you a question.”

“s-sorry professor” you wince at how silly you sound stuttering after being caught daydreaming in class.

your professor just sighs and instead of repeating his question, he tells you to stay after class to meet with him. you can feel the eyes of your classmates boring into you, the immature snickers make you want to go back to your dorm and stay there forever.

or better yet, go to satoru and suguru’s shared apartment and let them fuck the embarrassment away.

you shake your head in an attempt to refocus your attention. before you can tune in to what your professor has to say, you see satoru and suguru steal a quick glance at you and whisper to each other. 

“gojo and geto, i’d like you two after class as well”  

once more, the class erupts into whispering to their nearest friend before the professor regains their attention once and for all. you also stop your mind from wandering too far into your daydreams about what could happen after class and return your attention back to the professor who was clearly irritated. 

in an effort to save yourself from embarrassment, you head down to see your professor as soon as class ends to end the conversation before the two boys can tune in. 

“i assume you understand why i wanted to see you?” his voice is sharp, an underlying tone of dissatisfaction.

“yes sir, i know my grade in your class need some work but i will do my best to bring it up” 

his reply is quick. “i know you will because gojo and geto will be tutoring you.”

you truly don’t know how to feel. getting the chance to be around your crushes is both amazing and horrible. thinking about how they definitely know you’ve been staring at them every class makes you feel nauseous. thinking about being perceived isn’t your favorite thing, but thinking about how they’ll be around you, teaching you the course that you’ve completely missed out on due to your very vivid daydreams. 

“wait, what?” god, satoru’s voice sounded much sexier when it was right behind you. 

“you heard me. both of you will be helping her understand her classwork until the end of the semester.” and your professor's voice sounded much scarier when it was in right front of you. “i’ll know if you two have truly put enough effort in when i see her grade on our next exam.”

you’re too ashamed to make eye contact with the two boys, a wave of embarrassment flooding your face knowing that your two crushes now know your biggest academic insecurity. the room is silent until suguru speaks up, “okay, we’ll need your number though” yeah, suguru’s voice was just as sexy as satoru’s. 

you hear your name being called. you finally make eye contact. “sorry, what?” your voice is meek, smaller than you remember it to be. satoru laughs, “your number, sweetheart. so we can set a date for our sessions. you know, the tutoring ones?” satoru calling you sweetheart makes you want to implode, he has to know what he does to you. what they do to you. 

“oh, here” you leave as soon as you give them your number. suguru’s “we’ll text about planning later” giving you the greenlight to get the hell out of there before you somehow manage to embarrass yourself even further.

-

xxx-xxx-xxxx added you and xxx-xxx-xxxx into a chat

unknown: you free this weekend?

you: who is this???

unknown: aw man :( all that staring in class and you can’t even remember who we are, we’re hurt baby

- 

you stare at the message. okay. so you know who it is. and you also know that they know your grades are horrible because you’ve spent almost every class openly drooling over them. no big deal. it’s not like your sessions will be in a private area.

-

unknown: satoru and i talked, we think it’ll be best to tutor you at our place since there’ll be less distractions there.

-

okay then. you’ll just have to work on your nerves before this weekend. you have time. right now you’ll be using that time to try and get over the fact that satoru called you baby.

the next few days pass by a little too slow for your liking but soon you’re getting ready for your date with the two boys. wait, tutoring session with the two boys. you couldn’t help but dress up a little, adding a matching set underneath your skirt and blouse.

-

satoru: i’m outside, come out whenever you’re ready

you: coming out now! which car is yours?

satoru: you’ll know it when you see it ;)

-

you head out slightly confused but when you see a white corvette flashing its blinkers at you, you understand what satoru meant. before you reach his car, satoru gets out to open the door for you. the small giggle you let out doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

a wave of confidence runs through your veins as you tell him he’s “quite the gentlemen” when he buckles your seatbelt for you before sitting in the driver's seat himself. his response is a quick wink and then you two are off to their apartment. you try not to stare too hard at him throughout the ride but you can’t help but let yourself indulge in a few glances that lasted longer than they should’ve.

soon enough you two have reached the apartment and satoru parks the car. this time you don’t hide your staring. his effortless moves have you squeezing your thighs together. why is this turning you on??? you have got to be ovulating. 

satoru calls out your name. “you ready?” you blink. “o-oh, yeah i’m ready.” he grins and unbuckles you before sliding out the car to open your door. their apartment is cleaner than you expected, and also way larger than you expected it to be. “you finally back satoru?” you turn around to see suguru in sweatpants and stark contrast to satoru’s shorts. “hi, thanks again for tutoring me” you say. they both let out a soft chuckle and suguru returns the greeting.

they show you to a room that you truly didn’t expect for them to have in their place. there’s a shelf stacked with different books and another bigger one beside it with their trophies. there are two desks but one of them is currently situated with three chairs. you’re deep in thought about how you would love to be bent over the desks as the two boys make you take them over and over and over again.

this time it’s suguru calling your name to draw you out of your daydream. “you can take a seat on the middle chair. do you have anything in specific that you need help understanding?” oh right, you came here to be tutored. “um, everything? well not like everything but maybe the latest subject? i haven’t had the time to actually go over the notes i took.” 

a lie, you didn’t take any notes. your notebook is filled with small doodles and occasionally a sentence from a slide the professor left on the screen for too long. you place your hands in your lap when the two boys take a seat on either side of you. “no need to be nervous, sweetheart. we’re here to help you.” satoru has got to know that him and his stupidly attractive voice aren’t helping you and you want to turn to suguru for help but he’s just as bad. “he’s right, pretty girl. you’ve got to relax, you won’t be able to remember anything when you’re shaking like that.”

to make it even worse, they each place a hand on your bare thighs. satoru rubs his soft fingers up and down while suguru squeezes your thigh gently before using a thumb to make circular motions in a single spot. you can feel your body heating up and it takes everything in you to not squeeze your thighs together because it would make your want need for them way too obvious and quite frankly, you’re still embarrassed they caught you staring.

satoru makes eye contact with suguru, a silent communication between the two of them. he gives your thigh a gentle pat before he starts to speak. “do you work better with rewards, baby?” you turn to look at him. you aren’t sure what he means exactly and you’re feeling a little overstimulated by all the touching, the pet names, and their attention in general. you’re by no means a virgin, though you aren’t too far from it, but for some reason they make you so nervous you can’t think straight. 

suguru says your name in a voice that sounds like it’s reserved for scolding puppies but right now it just turns you on even more than you are. “answer satoru, he’s not big on being ignored” apparently you don’t turn your head fast enough because satoru’s hand moves from your thigh to grasp your face gently, but not too gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “he’s right, baby. i don’t want to be rough with you just yet. i’m gonna ask again and i expect an answer. would you like us to give you rewards?” despite his words being slightly threatening, you bite your lip to hold back a whine. you squeak out a “yes please” and return to suppressing your whines because suguru still has moved his hand further up your skirt, his fingers grazing dangerously close to your soaked slit. 

“good girl. now let's get started” satoru removes his hand from your jaw but suguru only moves his hand back down to your lower thigh, giving you one more squeeze. the tutoring session goes something like this; suguru and satoru take turns explaining different topics covered during your last class. once they’re done, satoru quizzes you. everytime you answer correctly, suguru moves his hand up and satoru praises you. but every time you fail to answer a question correctly or fast enough, suguru slips his hand away and satoru reminds you that “only smart girls get rewards”. 

this method seems to work because you’re starting to answer correctly more often until you’re only answering correctly and suguru’s fingers are grazing your panties. “oh, she’s soaked, satoru. i think this sweet thing deserves a bigger reward. she’s been listening so well” a small whimper leaves your lips and you turn your head to satoru, your eyes begging for something more than some light touches accompanied by a few praises. 

to prove his point even further you really do start to beg. “please satoru, i need it so bad. ‘ve been so good, please” you can tell it works because he immediately coos at you. “d’awh, i think she deserves a reward too, suguru. we should give it to her” and with that satoru leans in, pressing his lips into yours. his soft, pillowy lips against yours make you almost forget suguru’s hands are on your panties.

almost. 

suguru pulls your panties to the side, raking his middle and ring finger through your folds, collecting your slick. he traces them downwards before bringing them back up to circle around your clit once, twice, three times and then he repeats the process. once he’s deemed his fingers wet enough, he slips one in pumping and curling wasting no time before adding in a second one. 

kissing down your neck, satoru rips your blouse open and pushes your bra down. lithe fingers trace around your nipple making you arch into satoru. you let out a breathy moan into satoru’s mouth, followed by more whines when suguru adds a third finger and starts to scissor them to stretch you out. you can feel satoru smirk against your lips when you start to struggle to kiss back. 

satoru removes his mouth from you, drinking in the sight of you. the sweet, shy girl in their class who couldn’t help but keep her eyes off of the two boys. the same girl who struggled to keep eye contact and who was barely vocal when they were present is now writhing in their chair. your back arching into satoru, a silent plea for him to keep touching you. and your hips grinding on suguru’s fingers, begging him to keep going. 

and most importantly, your voice has finally found itself to be heard. your pleas of “can’t, ‘s too much” and “wan’ more, please don’t stop, please” echo throughout the room. satoru takes two of his own fingers and pats them on your lips, a signal for you to open your mouth. you comply, wishing they would keep praising you. as if he can hear your thoughts, satoru mutters a “atta girl” when he slips his fingers into your mouth. 

he lets them hit the back of your throat a few times and when you gag, he pulls them back. not entirely, but just enough so that you’re still drooling on them but aren’t entirely gagging. he moves his fingers in a scissoring motion for some time and then he pulls them out. before you can even think about missing his fingers in your mouth, he moves them down to your clit, rubbing calculated circles. 

suguru moves his fingers faster, curling them upwards till they hit your sweet spot repeatedly. “i think our sweet girls about to cum, satoru” suguru breaks the silence between him and satoru. “i think so too” you can’t tell if it’s the way they’re talking about you as if you weren’t there but you cum the second the two speak, your body shaking as they help you ride it out. suguru shallowly pumping his fingers in while satoru slows his circles on your clit. suguru leans in to give you a kiss, his lips doing most of the work as your body recovers from your mindblowing orgasm. 

you yelp into suguru’s mouth when satoru pats your clit a little too hard. you want to say something but he taps your clit one more time before watching more slick dribble out of your cunt and onto the chair. suguru is the first to speak. his lips trail towards your ear leaving soft kisses in each place he covers. “you did so well for us, sweetheart. how’re you feeling?” as he speaks, satoru wipes the tears from your eyes and rubs comforting circles on your cheek.

your heart throbs at the attention. you understand what suguru is asking; are you still up for more? or are you done for the time being? you bite your lip before you speak.

“m-more, please. want more. want both of you. please.” satoru places a gentle kiss on your lips. “you’re so good for us, baby. a perfect listener. you think you can take us both? you think your tight little hole can fit both of us?” you moan out loud at his words.

“i don’t know, satoru. she might not be able to handle us.” suguru’s teasing you and you know it, but you don’t care. the thought of them leaving you so wet and needy for them may have your cunt clenching on nothing but you think you might die if you don’t feel them stretching you out.

“nonono, please. please don’t. need it so bad. need you two so bad. wan’ your cocks in me, now. don’t care if it hurts” you think you might’ve broken them because now it’s them who can’t wait till you're done speaking. 

suguru stands up, dragging you up with him before he rips your panties off in one go. satoru, now standing behind you, is pushing your skirt as far up as it can go before pulling his dick out of his pants. suguru following his lead. 

they each keep one hand on a hip, keeping you upright. you feel satoru slip his dick between your folds from behind you, coating himself in your slick before pushing the tip into you. “oh, fuck. satoru, you’re so big” you hear suguru groan from in front of you. he’s using the same hand he fingered you with to stroke himself, waiting for you to adjust to satoru. 

satoru slowly pushes all the way in, stopping every inch or so when you let out a whine of discomfort. “breathe, baby. breathe” satoru may think he’s helping but his velvety voice in your ear is only turning you on more. your pussy doing anything but loosening up. after some time, you slowly grind your hips back onto him, letting him know you’re ready for him to move.

he starts with shallow thrusts and soon he’s going all the way back out before slamming his hips forward. your body shakes in their arms. you’re sure if they let go, you’d fall onto the floor. satoru’s pace doesn’t stay that way forever, though. you cry out a “s’toru, mo-move please” when you feel him slow his thrusts until he comes to a complete stop. 

“shhh, baby. suguru needs to feel you too, doesn’t he?” your eyes widen. you recall your words from earlier, you still want them more than anything but a feeling of uncertainty hits you. as if they can feel your unease, satoru nuzzles his nose into your neck while suguru rubs comforting circles into your hip. suguru gives you a kiss, wet and open mouthed. “you’ve been so good for us, yeah? we’ll take care of you” suguru whispers in your ear. his voice makes you clench harder around satoru.

you know satoru felt it because his mouth hasn’t left your neck and you can feel a grin spreading on his face. “we’ll go slow for you, sweetheart. you don’t need to do anything but be good for us. you can do that, right baby?” they wait for your response. though they’re both aching to be inside of you, they want to make sure you feel the same.

the room is silent when you speak. “p-please, wanna’ be your good girl” and they’re off. satoru stays still inside of you, instead moving one arm to wrap around your waist and his other hand to spread your pussy for suguru. “you gotta relax, sweet girl. there’s no way suguru’s gonna fit when you’re clenching down on me like that” suguru chuckles at the other man's words before he starts to squeeze his way in. satoru moves the fingers that were spreading you open to your clit, rubbing circles as suguru continues to push himself inside of you. 

your whines only get louder when they’re both finally inside of you. suguru is the first to speak. “you look so pretty like this. all stretched out on our dicks. i think we should keep her satoru.” satoru hums in agreement. “i think we should too. it’d be so nice to come home to her waiting so patiently for us to fuck her, take care of her” he lowers his voice adding a “and to love her” before you can process his words, satoru pulls all the way out and all the way back in. you let out a borderline pornographic moan and you feel them both twitch at the sound. 

“p-please move” you sniffle. and move they do. when suguru pulls out, satoru pushes in. and when satoru pulls out, suguru pushes in. the room filled with your whines and cries of “‘s too much”, “can’t take it”, and “wan’ more”. they do their best to give you everything you need. satoru uses a hand coated with your slick to make you face him so he can smash his lips against yours. 

he’s rough with his kiss. shoving his tongue down your throat, making you suck on it and pulling it out just so he can nibble on your lips. suguru, on the other hand, has made himself busy with your neck. he leaves bite marks wherever he can, kissing the same area he bit softly as if he was soothing the pain. “ha-harder”

satoru breaks the kiss with a groan. “our girl is so greedy, suguru. should we give her what she wants? i’m not sure i heard a please” suguru, still busy with your neck, grunts softly in feigned disappointment. “i thought we had trained her better than that. maybe we shouldn’t give it to her” you shake your head at their words “no! n-no please. i’m sor-ry, i’ll be good. don’ stop, please”

this seems to satisfy them because they listen. and they listen well. they not only move harder, but somehow deeper too. suguru has one of your legs lifted in the air while satoru keeps you steady at your waist. your moans get louder and louder, a warning that you’re getting close. you know satoru and suguru are aware but you know better than to cum without asking. 

“c-can i? please ‘ve been so good, wanna cum s-so bad” you’re practically sobbing and they can feel themselves throbbing around you. satoru kisses your cheek and says something along the lines of “you can cum, baby” but you aren’t listening because suguru bit that spot on your neck and satoru hit that spot in your cunt and you’re seeing stars when you squirt on them. 

they only get in a few more thrusts before they fill you up with their cum. “holy shit” satoru chuckles “didn’t know you were a squirter, baby” you whine out in embarrassment, wanting to hide your face in your hands but you feel too tired to do anything.  

you whimper when suguru pulls out, followed by satoru. the feeling of being empty being foreign after being stuffed so full. suguru carefully places your leg down, making sure satoru is still holding you up. you’re not sure what he has planned because he has that stupid grin on his face that he and satoru share when they’re about to do something devious. 

when around forty seconds have passed and the only thing that’s happened is satoru leaving wet kisses along your back, you think you’re in the clear but your legs being moved. each one gently placed on the shoulder of a very handsome suguru who is currently on his knees between your legs. you want to protest, tell them you’re still recovering from the last orgasm but suguru presses a kiss to your clit. 

the constant stimulation has your clit protruding out, begging for attention, so how could he not kiss it some more? the sounds from between your legs are no less than obscene. suguru is groaning into your cunt. he kisses, sucks, bites, and you would be a fucking liar to say that it doesn’t feel as good as it hurts. “you have the sweetest pussy, pretty” he moans out between kisses “tastes so good”

satoru thinks he’s going to go insane. he would much rather be between your legs but he knows there’ll be more chances for him to do so in the future. for now, he’ll focus on pressing those kisses you seem to love on your back and neck while using one hand to show each of your tits equal amounts of attention. and also whispering dirty words into your ear that only shove you closer and closer to the edge you’ve been teetering on. 

“does suguru’s tongue feel good, baby? you like being used by us? you wanna come all over his face like a good girl?” you do. you want to be nothing but the best for them. you wish they would never stop praising you. “y-yes, fuck, wanna be your good girl. wan’ to cum so bad, please can i?” you know nothing of pride, you only know suguru and satoru are making you feel so good that you can barely remember your own name.

it’s only when suguru says your name in that rough voice of his before telling you to come that you remember. you cum hard on his face, his mouth never stopping but only slowing down and moving to place gentle kisses on your clit. “you did so well for us, sweetheart” satoru moves his hands up and down your sides to sooth your trembling body. when suguru leaves to grab a washcloth to clean you up, satoru is still whispering comforting praises into your ear. he backs up to sit himself in a chair and tugs you into his lap. “shhh, it’s okay, baby. i got you”

suguru returns with a wet washcloth. “can you open up for me, pretty? jus’ gonna clean you, nothing else” satoru knows your body is capable of moving just yet so he takes your whine as the okay for him to spread you open for his friend. once suguru’s done, he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

suguru dresses you in one of his oversized shirts before satoru takes you to his bed. they let you sleep while they clean themselves up before joining you in bed as well. you wake up later that night to two sleeping boys and an ache between your legs. they each are touching you in their own ways, suguru nuzzled into your neck and satoru’s hand wrapped possessively around your waist. you find yourself drifting back into sleep and the next time you wake up, there’s a note on the bedside table.

“we stepped out for a bit but we’ll be back soon with breakfast, baby ;)” 

-

tuesday comes by again once more and this time you’re the only one staying behind. the past three days have been spent “studying” at suguru and satoru’s place and you’re finally ready to hear about your test results from your professor. when he returns your paper, you know there’s only one thing to do.

you text the two boys a picture of your grade on your exam making sure the big 98% written on top of a “nice work!” is clearly shown.

-you: i think i deserve a reward

©storusangel. any and all forms of modifications, reposts, and translation of my work are prohibited.

Stroking both Gojo and Geto while they’re bound to chairs on either side of you. A grin on your face as you proved their previous statement wrong, you not being able to break them. Fucking their cocks with tight fists as they jerk up into your hands. Their restraints making it impossible to pull away from you.

Their whimpers are muffled by the fabric stuffed past both their lips. Tears welling in Gojo’s eyes as his legs tremble, abs tensing with the deep arch of his back when he cries out at the overstimulation on his fiery red cock.

Geto’s given up on glaring at you, his eyes pleading as he drools messily onto his chest. Body quivering with every touch to his overly sensitive cock.

Their laps are filled with their cum, those little hands of yours having milked them for orgasm after orgasm. You were enjoying the way you made them squirm, eyes rolled back as they let out the most whiny moans. Moans that they would beg you to never talk about.

“Look at my sweet boys, so good f’ me hmm? You tired my darlings?” You coo gently, slowing down your hands’ pace before placing a soft kiss to each of their tips which twitched at the contact.

They nodded together, bare muscular chests rising up and down in an attempt to catch their breaths as they silently begged you with wet eyes. You only giggled in response, taking Geto past your plump lips while you kept up your fist’s torture on Gojo. His head falling back with another loud cry as the dark haired man choked out a groan.

“Now.. what was that about you two being unbreakable?”

˚₊ ‧ ꒰ა🤍x🖤 ໒꒱ ‧ ₊˚

-` MDNI +18 CONTENT; Slight sexting(?), facetime teasing(?), doggystyle, face shoving, satosugu (x reader), sub!gojo, dom!geto, slightly mean geto (towards gojo) if I missed anything please let me know! '-

Receiving a lascivious pic of Satoru wearing his blindfold, hands tied behind his back and bent forward while Suguru pushes his head down into the foamy mattress beneath him, hips roughly connected with a text beneath it saying "He's been mouthing off to me all day today, it was quite a nuisance...come get your man 🙄" had taken you by surprise, was an understatement.

But you can't help but emit such a small giggle, one that brewed with immense amusement and titillating arousal seeping into your fluttering stomach. You'd nibble softly onto your bottom lip, squishing your thighs together to prevent any excess wetness to pool out from your thin panties. Your fingers hastily roll over the keyboard, all while admiring the filthy image flaunting on your screen.

"I mean this is SATORU we are talking about Suguru...plus, he's your man too (he was your man first babe btw) 😘 and it looks like you're doing a splendid job of putting him in his place (shutting him up lmao). Good job, much applause 🤗👏" another giggle erupts from your lips, a warm tingling feeling searing into your body.

Suguru couldn't help the growing smile seaming onto his cheeks, while holding the phone close to him and typing away, he couldn't help but roll his hips rhythmically into Satoru with a collecting, precise tandem. Earning a few muffled groans and hisses in between thick sheets and fluffed pillows.

"Haha, you're absolutely right angel...and thank you, apparently he likes to be folded over and stuffed...also, keep on with the praising, I think it's doing something for the both of us pretty girl 🖤" the grin on Suguru's face continued to widen, a wave of heat flourishes across his perfectly silky skin. A clash of hounding arousal swimming directly to his hips, bucking them into Satoru that much deeper, harder.

God, how much you've missed your two idiots. And how much they've missed you.

Even away on tedious missions, they knew how to stir up the unwavered feelings that swells inside of you with insatiable temptation and longing. Especially with Suguru's way of words.

"Oh? is the great polite and suave Suguru begging me to throw in some more praises? 👀" Sent. A cheeky smirk stains your cheeks, thighs growing warm, pushing more intently against each other.

Suguru exhales a deep, collective baritone chuckle, typing away on his glowing device in his clasp. How cute, he thinks, and ever so bold of you.

"Keep it up sweetheart and I'll show you just how "polite" I'll be once I return from this mission...but yes" a low groan simmers deep at Suguru's chest, the tightening feeling of Satoru's hole snugging around his throbbing length oh so deliciously, hips rocking back into Suguru with dire desperation and need.

And as Satoru tears his pretty, sweaty messy face that coated with nothing but a gaudy expression, moving along with Suguru's hand deeply entangled through his soft snow tresses, Suguru's phone began to ring. The familiar tune of facetime bouncing through the darken room, into their ears.

"Ah, just in time, here look Satoru, tell your pretty wife how snarky you were being today" Suguru leans forward to Satoru's level, pressing onto the green answering button and angling the phone to his fucked out expression to be met with your luminous face on the other side of the screen.

Glossed over eyes of olympic blue hazes over towards the brighten screen, a streak of drool streaming down the corners of his polished lips.

"Oh Toru, always being the snarky smart ass...now look where that got you" you clicked your teeth, a tender, playful smile knitting on your face.

"N-No...Suguru's jus' m-mean and s-spiteful" Satoru manages to spur words, voice lilt with overstimulation and bliss. Pretty eyes rolling back into the foggy mess of his head, grunting more heavily with a impervious smack of Suguru's hips slapping into him with a piercing thrust. Shoving his head back down into the drenched fabric of the foamy pillows with a ruthless motion, forcing his back into a deep arch as much as he could, to take in all of Suguru's thick length.

A feeble, low chortle pitters off from your tongue from over the phone, watching the intensity in Suguru's pace accelerate more rapidly with each ravenous thrust. You bring your left hand up to gently nibble onto your pointing finger nail, soaking in the delightful sight of Satoru getting his back literally blown out by a surprisingly calm and sweetened Suguru. The image of Suguru's handsome face coming into view.

"You're being mean Sugu" you smile graciously, he scoffs with a pulling smile in return, gazing down at the moaning mess of a man withering below him.

"No, he's just being mouthy brat" Suguru inhales a breath, slurring out a slipped swear from his flushed lips as he feels Satoru's walls clench around him, insinuating a sensational heat to blossom in the pit of your stomach. Still softly chewing onto your bottom lip, you were finally met those beautiful pair of byzantium. A lulling familiar grin festering against his lips, followed by a weighted breath.

"So...about those praises my love, want to help your loving husbands out, hm?"

Oh, how could you say no to them?

This made my instincts to be bred kick in

baby trapping - (vol. 2) suguru geto & satoru gojo

rating: e (18+) reader: f summary: being in the presence of two of the most powerful sorcerers in japan and quite possibly the world left you feeling small. a small time curse wielder known mostly for using a small rapier full of cursed energy. you fought almost with a dance like stance, it was like watching a beautiful performance as you slashed your way to victory. to geto and gojo, you were their little doll. tags: baby trapping, smut, multiple sex scenes, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, dirty dirty stuff a/n: if have any other characters to add to the baby trapping collection, please check my pinned post and suggest your own! U・x・U

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God what I would give to actually be inbetween these two

Disco Inferno (Satoru x Suguru x F!Reader)

This is Part Two of this Oneshot I posted a whole back.

Word Count: 9.1k

Warning(s): SMUT. Oral (M and F receiving). Double Penetration. Explicit Language. Dirty Talk. Pet Names. Boys Kissing (and other things).

In which you run into Satoru Gojo in a dark club and you go home with him and his handsome friend.

The cab ride from the club to Satoru’s lavish upscale apartment was a test of restraint the likes of which she’d never experienced. Being crammed between two massive, sexy, men and not being able to indulge in the faint, scalding, touches they drew across her skin was maddening. Satoru seemed to have a pension for whispering dirty things into her ear. Waxing on poetically about all of the dirty deeds he had planned for the evening as his hot breath fanned her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Suguru on the other hand was more calm and collected. Instead of hissing desperate musings in her ear, he kept a self assured hand on her thigh, squeezing the fat there and occasionally running up her skin to tease her panties with the knuckle of his middle finger. Despite the fact that he and his friend were thoroughly soaking her underwear, Suguru looked straight ahead and never spared her a glance.

In the moments when her mind wasn’t fogged with heavy lust, she almost wondered how they’d become friends. More than that if their interaction at the club was any indicator. Satoru, in her limited experiences with him, was wild and fast. Pulling her clothes to the side as he ravished her in the bathroom. He would leave handprints and teeth marks on her skin that would last for days after their encounter. Suguru, however, seemed to enjoy the slow burn. He’d kissed her earlier in the night with the gentle passion of a man who was restraining himself and he’d coaxed her to orgasm with practiced precision, stroking the pads of his fingers against her inner walls until she was a trembling mess. Satoru preferred to jack hammer his way into her womb until she didn’t have a choice but to cum around his long fingers.

Between the two of them, she couldn’t begin to imagine how this night was going to go.

Suguru paid the cab driver after they’d reached a lavish apartment building. Satoru draped himself around her from behind, his long arms wrapping around her shoulders with his chin on the top of her head. They giggled as they waddled into the low lit lobby of the high class building. To their left, behind a sleek desk, stood a doorman dressed in a suit and tie. He quirked an eyebrow at the three of them, Suguru bringing up the rear with casual, even, steps. Satoru clicked his tongue and she imagined he was sending a wink to doorman, because the well dressed man chuckled slightly in her peripheral and shook his head. As if the scene he’d witnessed was just one event in a long line of Satoru Gojo’s schemes.

The three of them stumbled into the elevator, cast in warm, soft, lights with a freshly polished marble floor and mirror walls. Though she didn’t even have time to see the steel doors slide shut before Satoru was on her. He crowded her into a corner, towering over and flooding her senses until he was the only thing she could see, feel, hear, taste, and smell. His mouth dropped to hers sloppy and playful as he smiled into the kiss. She was reminded of their bathroom rendezvous at the club. Satoru had this way of making everything seem light and easy, even if he was fucking her stupid with her cheek pressed against a bathroom stall door.

She lifted her arms and tangled her fingers in his impossibly soft white hair, tugging him closer until the kiss devolved into a messy battle between their tongues. Satoru dropped his hands to her bare thighs, shoving his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt until he’d managed to pool most of the fabric around her hips. The meat of his thigh found its rightful place between her legs and, now that she was completely pinned at his mercy, he rutted against her like a dog in heat.

“You’re so perfect. Bet that doorman is back there rubbing his cock at the thought of even being close to you.”

Satoru mumbled against her lips, sliding away from her mouth in favor of biting and kissing her neck. She let out a soft moan, back arching as his fingers massaged the thin lace covering her hips. She felt him smirk against her skin.

“Oh, do you like that? Does it turn you on to think about some loser jerking off, thinking about fucking you?”

He teased, the words vibrating against her skin and sending another wave of pleasure through her. She whined, rolling her hips against him in equal desperation and Satoru let out a soft groan.

“He can’t have me… just you.”

She breathed in response to his question. It seemed like he hadn’t been expecting a reply, because he stopped his ministrations against her neck entirely in favor of looking up at her with a sparkle in his blue eyes and a shit eating grin on his face. That’s when she remembered the other man in the elevator. Standing in the opposite corner, his eyelids heavy with lust, Suguru watched the scene unfold before him with admirable restraint. She could still see the outline of his erection through his dark pants, but he refrained from making any move to join them or alleviate himself. She smiled at him, Satoru turning his head to the side to eye up his friend as well.

“And you.”

She added, the huskiness of her own voice surprising her. Suguru returned the smile, something deliciously evil lurking behind his eyes. Though before any more words could be exchanged, the elevator door chimed and snapped them all out of their trance. Satoru rose up with ease, his hands gripping her ass and forcing her to lock her legs around his waist as he turned to carry her out of the elevator. She laughed, trying to no avail to pull her skirt down and hide her panty covered ass. They stopped outside of a door with an apartment number she couldn’t see, and Suguru unlocked it casually.

When they spilled into the apartment, Satoru immediately deposited her on what she assumed was a kitchen island. They shared several more deep kisses and he managed to rid her of her shirt and skirt before he pulled away with a proud grin. She hadn’t even noticed that the lights had been turned on or that Suguru had left the room entirely.

“I’m gonna go change. Suguru’s in the living room.”

Satoru suddenly said, his lips shiny with their combined saliva. She pouted when he pulled away, untangling himself from her legs with a soft chuckle. He curled a finger under her chin, meeting her gaze.

“He doesn’t like underwear.”

Satoru added, and in the blink of an eye, he managed to unclip her bra and slide her panties down until they were dangling from her high heel. She gasped, reaching up to cover herself out of instinct, but Satoru only laughed and pulled away from her completely before turning and disappearing down the hallway off of the kitchen.

She took a moment to get her bearings, looking around at the modern, lavish, penthouse. Recessed mood lighting and marble countertops. Impeccably polished hardwood floors and sleek cabinetry. Beyond the kitchen, through the doorway that she assumed lead to the living room, she could see a few floor to ceiling windows and a massive white sectional sofa. She couldn’t see him fully, but she could make out Suguru’s dark hair resting against the back of the couch.

The wetness between her legs and achingly empty feeling in her core coaxed her off the counter. With a bit of hesitance, she allowed her bra to fall to the floor and stepped out of her underwear, opting to leave her heels on as she made her way to the waiting man. As soon as she rounded the corner into the living room, Suguru’s eyes were on her and she attempted to cover herself again, feeling more than a little exposed as a blush rose on her cheeks.

“Why cover yourself when you look like that, sweetheart?”

Suguru asked, smooth and easy in his compliment. She slowly lowered her arms from her chest, taking a moment to look at the city skyline from their vantage point. Bright splotches of neon sprinkled across the horizon, the vague lights from other skyscraper windows peppering the night sky. She almost couldn’t believe any of this was real. Before she could thinking better of it, she let out surprised chuckle.

“What is it?”

Suguru questioned, a genuine curiosity in his voice. When she turned to look at him, his head was cocked to the side cutely, and she almost forgot that she was completely naked save for her strappy heels. She shrugged and shook her head.

“I just… never would’ve thought this was how my night was going to go.”

She answered, unable to fight the grin on her face. Suguru chuckled at that as well, nodding his head in understanding. For a moment, they regarded one another with comfortable smiles. It seemed that if Satoru was the wild whirlwind of unbridled lust, then Suguru was the charming, measured, sensual type. In fact, she’d almost call him romantic.

“Come here.”

Suguru commanded, his voice as even and paced as if he’d just asked her to pass the remote. He leaned back against the couch cushions, his legs spreading as he tapped his clothed thigh with the tips of two fingers. She approached him slowly, trying not to give away the fact that his simple command alone had heat pooling in her stomach. When she was close enough, she straddled his lap and placed her hands on his broad shoulders, preparing to lean in for a kiss. Instead, he stopped her with a gentle hand around the base of her throat.

“Aht. Not like that. Sit on my leg.”

He instructed, tapping his thigh again to demonstrate. She did as she was told, but this position only served to remind her that she was bare and he was still clothed. Hesitantly, she hovered over his thigh, afraid to press down and effectively soak his pants. Though, in the end, it wasn’t her decision to make. Suguru gripped her hips tightly, finely manicured nails digging into her flesh, and he tugged her downwards until her pussy was neatly pressed against his muscular leg. She let out a gasp, her cheeks on fire at the lewdness of this position, but Suguru only hummed appreciatively and bucked his leg up to meet her sex.

“There we go… ride it.”

He demanded, the hands on her hips easing their tight grip in favor of sliding back and over her bare ass. He didn’t even spare her a moment to adjust before grabbing her ass and spreading her open from behind, when she let out another gasp at the exposed feeling, Suguru used the leverage to grind her hips down against him before lurching forward to soften her moan with a deep kiss. With his insistence and the steady guidance of his hands, she began to rock her hips back and forth.

“Mm… good girl. S’it feel good?”

Suguru mumbled against her mouth, spit slick lips gliding over hers in a way that made her feel filthy. A shock of pleasure rocketed through her body, her clit pulsing against the material of his pants as she rocked her hips back and forth. She nodded, chasing the pornographic delight of his mouth as he leaned back, but before she could kiss him again, one of Suguru’s hands was wrapping around the base of her throat again, keeping her at arms length.

“I decide when you get to kiss me.”

He said, fixing her with a deathly serious expression. Suguru’s hand was so large, it allowed her throat to sit in the palm of his hand nicely. With the sides of his fingers pushing her chin upwards, all she could manage was a nod in agreement. He hummed appreciatively as his hands slid down her body once again to grip her hips. She’d never stopped grinding her sopping cunt against his leg, desperate to feel any part of him that he would allow, but Suguru helped guide her back and forth anyway. Pleasure pulsed through her with every drag of her clit against the material of his pants and when she couldn’t take the unrestrained eye contact from Suguru anymore, she dropped her head back to pant towards the ceiling.

“God, look at you, sweetheart. Making a mess all over my pants and you just met me an hour ago. Perfect little slut… touch my cock.”

Suguru ended his praise with a command, one that made her throb against his leg with a soft gasp. She forced her head forward again, eyes immediately falling to the barely concealed bulge in Suguru’s pants. Even through his clothes, she could tell he was big. Almost as big as Satoru. Her mouth watered at the idea. As she rode his thigh, she leaned forward to wrap her hand around his shaft. Suguru let out a guttural groan, his hips canting upwards to meet her fingers. She could feel him pulse against her skin as she began to rub him to the best of her ability, winding her hips desperately against his thigh. Suguru’s hands wandered upward, cupping her breasts in his hands so he could graze the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. She arched into his touch, whining for more.

“Please, Suguru… Feels so good.”

She moaned, teetering on the edge of pure bliss. As another wave of pleasure ran through her body, an urgency followed fast on its heels. Her clumsy fingers began to make work of Suguru’s pants, fumbling with the button and struggling to pull the zipper down against the weight of his concealed cock. When she did manage to free him from his confines, Suguru sighed appreciatively, though just as she was about to shove her hand into his boxers a voice rang out from behind her.

“Getting cozy?”

Satoru asked as he re-entered the room, the teasing lilt in his voice causing her to jerk up and away from Suguru as if they’d been caught doing something wrong. Her hips ceased their movements on Suguru’s thigh but before she could crane her head around to look at the white haired man, Suguru was gripping her jaw and forcing her to focus on him.

“Did I say you could stop? Keep going.”

He commanded, releasing her jaw in favor of reaching around to smack her ass. She gasped and jerked forward, the slight sting of his open palm mingling beautifully with the drag of her throbbing clit against his pants.

“Better listen to him, baby. Suguru can be so mean.”

Satoru cooed, strutting into her peripheral with a cocky grin and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants. She turned her head to take him in, her eyes wandering over the lean, defined, muscles on his torso. The sharp cut of his jaw. The brilliant, gleaming, blue of his eyes. All accented by shockingly white hair. Even the dusting of a happy trail that disappeared under the waistband of his pants was white. Hooking up in the bathroom at the club hadn’t given her much time to admire him closely, but in this light, Satoru was beautiful. If Suguru had a more severe look that made her want to submit to him, then Satoru had a face that made her want to dominate him. To tease him until that infuriatingly smug smile fell from his face and he flushed red as he begged for release. Her mouth filled with saliva as a fresh wave of heat flooded her body.

“Satoru, sit down. You’re distracting her.”

Suguru said, a slight annoyance in his tone. She turned her attention back to the raven haired man, focusing instead on the hard outline of his cock in his cotton boxers. Without any further instruction, she slid her fingers below the elastic waistband and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. Suguru groaned, his head falling back against the couch at the mild relief. He was hot and heavy in her hand, she swiped her thumb over his head to collect the sticky precum pearling there.

“Fuck… Get on your knees.”

Suguru grunted, bucking his leg up into her core. She gasped at the sudden feeling before readily sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs. Suguru lifted his hips, shimmying his pants and underwear down his thighs so his cock could spring free. It rested against his lower stomach, long and thick with an angry red tip. He reached down, an elegant veiny hand wrapping around his shaft.

“Suck.”

He instructed, voice gruff and rocking through her body with a low vibration. Despite never being a fan of oral, she felt her mouth fill with saliva at his command, and she leaned forward with the eagerness of an animal being placed in front of a plate of food. Her hand replaced his and she began by licking a long strip up the base of Suguru’s cock. He groaned again, pulsing against her tongue as she took the head into her mouth, sucking and gently lapping at his slit with the tip of her tongue. His fingers tangled into her hair immediately, tugging at her scalp before splaying his fingers across her skull and pushing down with a surprising gentleness. She took the hint, lowering herself until her mouth was completely filled with his cock, her cheeks hallowing out around him as she sucked. Even taking him as deep as she possibly could, she still had to wrap her hand around the remaining length of his shaft.

“God, fuck… you picked a good one, Satoru.”

Suguru grunted, the strain in his voice filling her with just as much pride as the compliment. She started to bob her head, running the flat of her tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock. He cursed again, the fingers in her hair flexing and tightening.

“Told ya. Haven’t had her mouth yet, but her pussy’s unbelievable.”

Satoru commented, a teasing lilt in his voice even now. She looked up at Suguru through her lashes, meeting his half lidded dark gaze and admiring his slack jawed expression. They talked about her as if she were nothing more than a toy for their pleasure, and for some reason, it only turned her on more. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for stimulation, and held eye contact with Suguru as she worked her mouth over him.

“Why don’t you go break it in for me?”

Suguru said, his head rolling to the side to look at his friend. From this position, she barely caught the glint of mischief in Satoru’s eyes and the confident smirk on his lips. He leaned in, grabbing the back of Suguru’s neck, and shared a passionate kiss with the other man. At the sight, the throbbing wetness between her legs became too persistent to ignore, and she moaned around Suguru’s cock. He groaned into Satoru’s mouth at the vibration and the two men separated with a sloppy pop.

“Aw, you like watching us kiss? That’s what made you cum on Suguru’s fingers earlier, isn’t it?”

Satoru teased, reaching down to stroke her cheek before running his thumb over the part of spit slicked bottom lip he could reach. Her eyes fluttered shut at the attention, but no sooner than he’d began touching her, his hand was gone. Satoru nearly giggled and by the time she opened her eyes, he was gone from her field of view. Suguru’s fingers tightened in her hair again, pushing down on the back of her head a little more harshly.

“Keep going. You’re not done until I cum down your throat. Understood?”

He said, and she nodded the best she could in this position, resuming her earlier ministrations in earnest. Suguru sighed gratefully, the spit from her mouth dripping down his cock and collecting on her chin and fist. She began to work his base with her hand, twisting her wrist and squeezing gently. Though, before she could fully commit to making him cum, she felt a familiar pair of hands on her bare ass. They spread her open, and she gasped at the exposed feeling, choking a bit on the saliva in her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re dripping down your thighs, baby.”

Satoru breathed behind her, letting out a disbelieving chuckle at the end of his sentence. Without any further warning, he slid his middle finger into her waiting cunt all the way down to the knuckle. She moaned, drawing another sound of pleasure from Suguru.

“Always loved my fingers, huh?”

Satoru continued, slipping a second one inside her with a little more effort. He curled them, rubbing incessantly against the spot inside her that made her see stars. She arched her back, wiggling her hips in a desperate attempt to seek more pleasure, but the man behind her only chuckled and pulled his fingers from her entirely. She whined, pulling off of Suguru’s cock to glare over her shoulder at the white haired man. Though, before she could get a single word out, her head was forced back forward by the hand in her hair, a second one coming down to grip her chin so hard her mouth popped back open.

“Focus. I won’t tell you again.”

Suguru said, dark eyes boring into her soul and sending a fresh wave of arousal to her core. He guided her mouth back to his erection, and she wrapped her lips around him with renewed passion. When Satoru landed a sharp smack to her bare ass, she lurched forward and whined against Suguru’s cock, but she continued to work her tongue over him nonetheless.

“That’s right baby, pay attention to Suguru. Run your tongue over the tip. He loves that.”

The white haired man instructed, two long fingers spreading her lower lips open. A rush of cool air hit her soaked sex, though before she could express any discomfort, Satoru’s hot tongue was pressing against her cunt. She moaned at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut as she moved to run her tongue over the tip of Suguru’s cock. The raven haired man groaned, his head dropping back against the couch.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet.”

Satoru groaned against her core, his tongue pushing into her as he buried his face between her lips, licking and sucking like a man starved. She whined, grinding back against his face while she swirled her tongue around Suguru’s tip, paying attention to the slit. His fingers tangled in her hair at the root, gripping hard and tugging.

“Just like that, sweetheart…”

Suguru encouraged, bucking up into her mouth slightly. She lowered herself onto him again, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, flattening her tongue against the underside of his shaft just to draw back up the length of it with a undignified slurp. Suguru groaned again, whining slightly despite himself, and that single sound gave her all of the motivation she needed. Satoru’s tongue delving into her cunt and his dexterous fingers swirling around her swollen clit were enough to have pulsing. However, the feeling of Suguru’s fingers tugging her hair, the stuttering jumps of his hips, and the image of his pouty lips dropped open in pleasure that she gleamed through her lashes were the things that were really pushing her towards the edge.

She moaned around his length, the vibrations causing a litany of swears to pour from the raven haired man’s lips. His blunt finger nails scraped her scalp, hissing through his teeth as she sucked on the head of his cock, her hand stroking his spit slick shaft.

“F-fuck, sweetheart… You’re gonna m-make me…”

Suguru stuttered, his words coming out breathy and croaking, like he was struggling to breathe. She looked up at him through her lashes, tongue lapping against his slit. When their gazes met, Suguru’s dark eyes heavily lidded and full of lust, he came with a strangled gasp. At feeling of his release flooding her mouth and smearing against her lips, her eyes rolled back in her head. In the same instant, Satoru pushed his tongue inside of her and rubbed the pad of his finger against her clit at a dizzying speed. Her body reacted before she could stop it and she came around his tongue with a throaty whine, her back arching and legs shaking.

“Good girl…”

Satoru mumbled between her legs. She swallowed Suguru’s release and dropped her head against his thigh, panting into his wild pubic hair as the waves of a powerful orgasm washed through her. When she came down from the high, Satoru had removed his mouth from her already overworked pussy and was now rubbing soothing circles over the globes of her ass and along her lower back. Suguru was running his long fingers through her hair, allowing her to find refuge in his lap, her cheek now pressed against his hip bone.

“You alive?”

Satoru called behind her, and she nodded slowly, heart pounding her ears as her breathing even out. The white haired man laughed, dropping his hand to her ass with a soft smack. She jerked a bit at the sting, but soon found herself settling back into that arched position, no longer caring how exposed it made her feel.

“What’d I tell ya, Suguru? Fucking hot, right?”

Satoru added, and her eyelids fluttered as she turned her gaze to the man above her. Suguru looked down at her with nothing short of amazement and lust, his bottom lip swollen and spit slicked from biting it during her blow job. He smirked and let out a disbelieving chuckle.

“You were right… Shit, might not be able to let her leave after she sucked my cock that good…”

He commented, and the thought of being confined to this lavish apartment with the sole purpose of being a sexual outlet for these insanely sexy men sent a soft shudder through her. It did not go unnoticed.

“Oh, she likes that idea.”

Satoru crooned, the hand previously rubbing her ass sliding down to slip two fingers into her sopping pussy with little resistance. She moaned softly, turning to burying her face in Suguru’s hip again, her eyes screwing shut as Satoru massaged her inner walls, his fingers rolling and rubbing against the sweet spot inside of her. The pressure was too much so soon after cumming and her legs began to tremble almost immediately.

“She really likes it… that it, pretty baby? You wanna stay here forever? Just getting stuffed with our cocks every day? Be our little house slut?”

Satoru continued, the grin on his face audible. His words made her spasm around his fingers, squeezing as a jolt of pleasure rocked her core and she moaned. He laughed again, continuing to slowly scissor her open. She felt so empty it was already growing maddening. Her head was swimming and she wanted nothing more than to feel one of them sink into her and fill her to the brim after so much teasing and foreplay.

“Please… M’so…”

She babbled, her cheek pressed to Suguru’s lower belly, his cock swelling next to her head.

“So, what, sweetheart? Use your words.”

Suguru encouraged, one hand stroking any part of her he could reach. Her hair, her cheek, her shoulder and neck. His other hand was wrapping around the base of his dick, squeezing. Her brow furrowed, face screwing up at she tried to find the words in her already muddled mind.

“So… empty.”

She whined, the slow stroking of Satoru’s fingers only serving to tease her and turn her pussy into a soaking mess.

“Aww… poor baby. You need to be fucked, huh? Need a big cock to fill you up?”

Satoru continued to tease, and the ever present throb of pleasure didn’t stop. She nodded, eyes screwing shut as she tried to focus on building that feeling. If he kept talking to her like that, she could manage another orgasm with no other additions. Then, she as she had begun to chase that high, Satoru pulled his fingers from her with a wet pop. She whined at the loss, arching her back further and pushing back towards him. He laughed yet again, but this time, it devolved into a hum deep in his throat.

“So needy… think you can take both of us, baby? One in that pretty pussy and the other…”

Satoru trailed off, finishing his thought by brushing a knuckle against her exposed asshole. She choked on a moan at the feeling, eagerly nodding as lust consumed her.

“Please…”

She whined, arching back further into Satoru’s sinful touch. The knuckle that had been grazing her tight ring of muscle turning into a thick finger tip. That was followed by a drip of spit, and Satoru moved his finger in small circles, making sure she was slick before he pushed the tip of his finger inside, just down to his first knuckle. He groaned behind her in response to her needy whine.

“Shit, that’s tight… Which one you want Suguru?”

Satoru asked, her mouth filling with saliva when she looked up at the other man. Suguru’s hand caressed her cheek, a nearly sweet smile on his face.

“Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

He asked, thumb dragging over her bottom lip.

“M-my pussy.”

She answered without a second thought. Satoru wasn’t as thick as Suguru and, despite her wanton desperation in the moment, she didn’t have much experience with anal. Suguru grinned at her answer like the cheshire cat, the corners of his lips curling up as his fingers slid up the side of her face and buried into her hair. Then, he tightened his grip and pulled. She didn’t need any more instructions to rise up from her sore knees, Satoru slipping his finger from her in one fluid motion. Suguru pulled her towards him, drawing her in for a deep kiss as she straddled his hips. His fingers stayed in her hair, tugging gently as his tongue pushed into her mouth, drowning her with the taste and smell of him. He moved languidly, his hands dropping to her naked hips. When he pulled away from her mouth with a soft pop, she was left staring at him in a total haze. Blinking slowly, she watched the dark haired man look over her shoulder with a smile.

Before she could focus again, Suguru was standing. He lifted her up easily, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct and her arms winding around his wide shoulders. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his musky smell as he walked with her in his arms.

Her mind was in no place to pay much attention to the change of scenery. She’d only cum twice over the course of the evening, but she felt drunk on the shared energy of the two men. They could do no more than tease her, with words and their fingers and tongues, and she would be reduced to this state regardless. The only thing she could focus on was the throbbing between her legs and the feeling of hot hands on her skin. In fact, the next thing she recalled with any clarity was being settled on Suguru’s lap as he sat back against a solid, wooden, headboard. His finger curled under her chin, and she found the strength to rise up on her knees, straddling his hard cock.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Suguru questioned, a bit of concern lacing his voice but a knowing smile on his face. She nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to ground herself. She glanced around the dark bedroom. It was every bit as sleek and modern as the main living area. She noticed that the floor to ceiling windows flowed into this room as well. The neon glares from the city below were their only source of light. It cast Suguru in a blue hue, the darkness of his eyes and the shine of his long hair clashing against soft, pale, skin. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a more beautiful man in her life.

Though, as if he’d heard her thoughts, Satoru appeared in her peripheral. He crawled up the length of the bed beside her, hands and knees dragging over silken sheets. He was stark naked, white hair appearing blue in the tinted light as the lean lines of his body glowed with a fuzzy outline. The image surprised her, and she let out a near drunken giggle, her hand covering her mouth out of habit.

“What’s so funny?”

Satoru asked, turning to sit next to Suguru, his hard dick resting against his belly amongst a smattering of white pubic hair. She shook her head.

“Nothing, just looked kinda silly crawling up the bed like that.”

She answered, grinning ear to ear. Satoru’s impossibly blue eyes were, somehow, even brighter in the mostly dark room and the teasing grin on his face only added to his handsomeness.

“Yeah? Didn’t think I looked silly when I was tongue fucking ya.”

He quipped, that evil smile still blinding her after her own fell. A blush rose on her cheeks as she remembered where she was. She looked back to Suguru who was watching the interaction with a soft smile, a chuckle rising up from his chest. His hands smoothed over her hips, squeezing and massaging.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

He asked, coaxing her downwards until his head was kissing her wet entrance. She looked over at Satoru in question, wondering why he was sitting here when he should be behind her.

“Gotta let ya get adjusted to Suguru first. He’s a lot to handle.”

Satoru said, grinning as if he were speaking from experience. The thought crossed her mind and the image it brought along was enough to make her pulse with excitement. God what she wouldn’t give to see Satoru Gojo in her position, whining and begging with little tears in those pretty eyes…

Suguru rocked his hips, pressing against her entrance with more insistence. It brought her mind back to the present. She nodded in response to Suguru’s earlier question, reaching down between them to grab his cock in her hand and better align him. Then, slowly, she sunk down. She bit her lip, feeling inch by blessed inch press into her. She didn’t even realize she’d been holding her breath until she was fully seated in Suguru’s lap. His hands on her hips tightened, squeezing so hard she was sure he’d leave bruises.

“Fuck, sweetheart… so fuckin’ tight.”

Suguru hissed, his mouth hanging open as he stared down at where they were connected. She let out deep exhale, a soft whine at the tail end at the feeling of him filling her so well. It took a second for her to adjust to his size, but once she did, she gave an experimental roll of her hips. Both them let out a strangled sound at the feeling.

“S’big…”

She muttered, rolling her hips again. Suguru nodded, fingers flexing against her skin.

“Yeah… it’s big.”

He sighed. Slowly, she built up the pace. She rocked her hips back and forth, gasping each time the head of his cock dragged against the sweet spot inside her. With her hands on his shoulders for support, she started to bounce herself along his length, the sound of softly slapping skin mingling with her and Suguru’s throaty moans and sighs. After they’d both adjusted to the feeling, Suguru’s hands tracked up her body, cupping her breasts and running his thumbs over her hard nipples.

“Shit, sweetheart… Takin’ me so good. S’it feel good?”

He asked, all of his words coming out deep and slurred due to his slack jaw. She nodded, face screwing up as the pleasure began to build. She fluttered around his length, the heat between her legs swelling to a throb. Rolling shudders racked her body, and she found herself grinding down on his cock just to feel some pressure against her clit. When she tore her eyes away from staring down at his chiseled torso, Suguru was turned away from her. He had Satoru locked in a passionate kiss, his fingers buried in the white hair on the back of his head as they hungrily devoured each other. Satoru was lazily stroking his cock, thumb grazing over the pink head before sliding back down to squeeze the base. Just as it had in the club, the sight sent a wash of pleasure through her, and she dropped one of her hands down to rub tight circles against her clit as she rode Suguru with more intensity, her eyes fixed on the scene.

Suguru pulled away from Satoru with a muttered swear, turning to look at her yet again, his eyebrows pinched together.

“You close already?”

He asked, gasping the words out at the feeling of her squeezing around his cock. She nodded, panting as the pleasure built to a near crescendo. Suguru rocked his hips upwards, grinding directly against the sweet spot inside her. She gasped, rubbing her clit faster.

“That’s it, baby. Use Suguru to get yourself off… Then I’ll fuck that tight ass of yours.”

Satoru encouraged, chasing Suguru’s lips again. When they kissed this time, Suguru replaced Satoru’s hand with his own, but the pace he set was faster and more insistent. Satoru’s hips jumped and he moaned openly into Suguru’s mouth, rutting into his friends hand shamelessly. With a few more rolls of her hips and circles of her clit, she came with a strangled cry. Her back arched, her chest pressed tightly against Suguru’s as she shuddered and her vision darkened. A wave of fresh wetness slicked Suguru’s lap as she continued grinding against him. He hissed, hips stuttering as she gripped his cock like a vice.

“Fuck, fuck… Slow down sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Suguru warned, gripping her breasts tightly as he tried to focus on not finishing too soon. She barely heard him over the sound of her heart pounding her ears, but she did slow her hips down, riding out the last waves of her orgasm with her head thrown back. When she finally calmed down and came to a stop, she lifted her head to find that Suguru had done the same. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling rapidly. When the wave passed, he released his grip on her chest with a shuddering exhale, running his fingers down her ribcage and and settling them back on her hips.

“Shit… that was close… Satoru, hurry up or I’m not gonna last.”

Suguru commanded, his voice raw and gravelly from the intensity of managing to stave off his own orgasm. She heard a click from over her shoulder.

“Way ahead of ya.”

Satoru commented, just before she felt a massive hand grip one of her ass cheeks, pulling it to the side to partially spread her open. She gasped, lurching forward as something wet and cold smeared along her tight hole. Satoru snickered, massaging what she assumed was lube around the ring of muscle. Then, he was pushing a finger inside with little resistance. There was a slight burn, and she had to adjust to the sensation, but once she did, it only served to make her wetter.

“Just sucking my finger right in… you ever done this before, angel?”

Satoru asked, his normally teasing voice falling more gruff as the promise of fucking her ass came to fruition. She nodded and swallowed thickly. Her mouth was full of saliva and her head was still swimming from a powerful orgasm, but she managed to answer.

“O-once.”

She said, voice breaking a bit as Satoru nudged the tip of a second finger at their entrance. He hummed, low in his chest just as the second finger slid in to join the first one. She rocked back against his hand, relishing in the burn and the pleasure that followed on its heels. God, she already felt so full with just Suguru’s fat cock in her pussy and two of Satoru’s fingers in her ass. Her head fell back again as she began to loose herself again. Though, this time, a hand gripped her jaw and pulled her back forward.

“Do not cum again until I say so.”

Suguru commanded, the deathly seriousness in his eyes sobering her momentarily. She swallowed against the saliva pooling in her mouth, nodding in understanding. It was hard to stay relaxed for Satoru while also being keenly aware that she couldn’t indulge in the pleasure he was providing her. Not yet, anyway. Suguru kept her there, a tight grip on her jaw holding her eyes to his as his friend played with her ass. If the feeling wasn’t enough, then just the thought of the lewd scene had her set on edge. Still, she tried to focus on the darkness of Suguru’s eyes and the stern line of his pouty mouth. When Satoru began to nudge a third finger into her hole, she let out an involuntary gasp, but Suguru never broke eye contact with her, a devilish smirk growing on his face after he’d mimicked her pathetic expression.

“She fucking loves this.”

Suguru commented, seemingly having regained his composure. Satoru chuckled, suddenly moving forward to press his front against her back, his hand angled to keep his fingers inside her. He gave a couple exploratory pumps of his wrist, his fingers sinking in and out of her slowly. This time, she moaned, screwing her eyes shut as a sharp shock of pleasure rocketed through her. When her pussy convulsed around Suguru again, he hissed, his hips jumping sloppily.

“Dammit… You ready for Satoru, sweetheart? Think you can take it?”

Suguru asked, that domineering facade nearly crumbling in the face of an impending orgasm. She nodded eagerly.

“Please, please… M’ready.”

She whined, rocking her hips despite Suguru’s earlier warning. The man under her groaned as Satoru pulled away from her back. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of her, the sound of the lube bottle clicking open again filling her with excitement. She could hear him, slicking his cock in preparation, and her heart skipped a beat or several. Then, slowly, he pulled his fingers from her. She could’ve cried at the loss, but then he was pressing the spongy tip of his cock against her. Without thinking, she held her breath, waiting for the push.

“Relax, baby. Not gonna hurt ya… You’re ready. But you gotta breathe for me…”

Satoru breathed into her ear, his hot breath fanning across her neck and sending a shiver through her body. She nodded, making a conscious effort to let out the breath she’d been holding. In the same beat, Satoru pushed forward. She gasped, reaching out to grip Suguru’s bicep as his hands smoothed up and down her waist in a soothing motion. The burn from before was back, and she winced as the head of Satoru’s cock slid into her hole. Once that initial stretch was done, the burning sensation faded to a pleasant ache.

“Fuck, angel… so fucking tight. M’not gonna last long either Suguru…”

Satoru groaned, burying his forehead against her shoulder as strands of white hair tickled her collarbone. He continued to push into her an inch at a time, until he was fully sheathed.

She could barely form a coherent thought. Never in her life had she been so full. The pain was no more than an afterthought when it was competing with the sensation of being stuffed so completely. Wedged between two of the sexiest men she’d ever seen, their massive hands holding her in place and their gruff voices ringing in her ears, an errant thought swam through her brain and leaked from her ear. This must be what heaven felt like. All she could focus on with any clarity was the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears. Her eyes rolled backwards, any image of Suguru melting and dissipating into nothing more than a memory. Once Satoru was fully sheathed inside of her, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, grounding himself as they all took ragged breaths.

“You alright, baby?”

Satoru slurred into her ear, pressing sloppy kisses along the side of her neck in a desperate attempt to stay present and keep himself from getting carried away. She felt herself nod, a trembling sigh tearing its way up her throat. The longer they stayed like this, the wetter she became, but the orgasm that had began to bloom during his light prep was stalled in its tracks, sitting hot and heavy in her lower belly like a lead ball. Her legs trembled with the effort it took to stay up right and still.

“Good girl… good girl…”

Satoru complimented, one of his hands rubbing over her lower belly, pressing gently so she could fully comprehend the weight of both of them inside of her. The added pressure ripped a gasp from her throat and it was soon followed by a quiet sob as Suguru rolled his hips. A wave of intense pleasure pulsed through her body and she reached out to grab anything to ground herself. She found Satoru’s hand on her abdomen and Suguru’s muscular forearm.

“Ready for us to move, sweetheart?”

Suguru rasped through his teeth, as if it were taking every once of self control he had to remain still for her sake. To allow her time to adjust. Without another thought, she nodded wildly, eyebrows screwing up in a pitiful expression.

“Please. Please.”

She babbled, her head dropping back to Satoru’s shoulder. The hand on her belly moved to grip her waist, long fingers still grazing her navel, and his other hand slithered up her body to lay at the base of her throat. Suguru adjusted himself as well. He cupped her breast in one hand, thumb dragging lazy circles over her hardened nipple, and his other hand wedged between them, his middle finger tapping gently against her swollen clit. She gasped again, and then they started to move.

Suguru rolled his hips upwards and Satoru ground into her from behind in the same instance. A moan fell from her lips, matching the sounds coming from the two men. Satoru pulled out slightly and pushed back in, careful not to spear her completely in one thrust, but the slight movement was enough. She lurched forward, bending over to press her chin against Suguru’s shoulder. This position placed her ass on display for Satoru and allowed her more control as Suguru began to thrust as well. They moved in tandem, retreating from her heat in the same fluid motion, just to push back in and fill her to the brim over and over again. Her hips moved off their own accord, winding and grinding as the wetness between her legs turned into a sloppy pool that slicked all of their thighs.

“Oh- shit! Fuck, angel, you’re so tight. Little hole just sucking me in, feel it fucking throbbing around me baby…”

Satoru babbled from behind her, his thrusts growing more and more punishing as she grew accustomed to his size and he grew more uninhibited. She could only let out a series of hiccuping moans in response, Suguru spewing filth directly into her ear.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just lay right here and take our cocks like a good girl… don’t have to think about anything… you’re good at just being a dumb little cock sleeve…”

Suguru rambled, his deep voice vibrating against her chest. He wrapped a strong arm around her back, pinning her arms to her sides. His other hand was still stuffed between them, his middle finger making quick circles against her throbbing clit. She whined, hips working in wild circles as Satoru gripped her hips and pulled her cheeks apart, a fat glob of spit dropping against her hole as he fucked her.

“Not gonna last much longer… s’just too fuckin’ good.”

Satoru warned, his words slurred and his thrusts growing sharper, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She fluttered around Suguru’s cock again, but this time she also felt her self pulse around Satoru, sucking them both deeper as they let out tandem groans. All she could do was bury her face in Suguru’s dark hair, softly sobbing and moaning as the pleasure built to a height she never thought possible.

“Hear that, sweetheart? Gonna milk both our cocks? Want us to fill you up?”

Suguru asked, his hot breath puffing against her neck and ear. The thought both of them cumming inside of her at the same time sent her into a near frenzy. She nodded wildly, panting against a mix of dark hair and sweaty skin. Her clit throbbed under his touch, pussy and ass pulsing as they continued to fuck her. Her eyes screwed shut, her legs shaking near violently as every nerve in her body became engulfed in flame. With her consent, they both set forward on the end goal. Suguru’s grip around her upper body tightened and he held her place as he fucked up into her pussy from below, matching Satoru’s punishing pace blow for blow. She cried out, every muscle in her body pulling taut in preparation.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for us… soak my cock.”

Suguru commanded, panting the words out. She hadn’t realized that she’d been waiting for his order until he gave it and her body immediately seized. The orgasm hit her like a train, flooding her body with so much pleasure her vision darkened around the edges. She felt herself do exactly as he’d asked, a rush of liquid spilling from her entrance and thoroughly soaking his lap and the sheets below them. Suguru’s finger continued working her clit, a string of curses accompanying the sound of Satoru’s strangled groans. A fresh shock of pleasure rocketed through her body with every remaining thrust of their hips, but it wasn’t long before Satoru was stilling against her ass with a low groan and Suguru was pressing up into her with a similar sound. If it were possible, she felt even more full with both of their loads stuffed inside of her, but by the time they pulled out, she was fighting unconsciousness.

In a blur of whispered words and flashes of black and white, she found herself lying on her back against silk sheets, staring up at the ceiling as aftershocks from her orgasm still washed over her in pleasant zaps. Her eyes were starting to drift completely closed when someone snapped their fingers in front of her face. She ripped them open only to find Satoru hovering over her with a maniacal grin, his bright blue eyes a near assault in the dark bedroom.

“Hey, no sleeping yet. We’re still not done.”

Satoru said, and despite the fact that she’d loved every second of this encounter, her eyes wrenched wide in horror at his words. Then, he laughed, plopping down against the mattress next to her.

“He’s joking… he couldn’t get hard again after that if he prayed for it.”

Suguru commented from elsewhere in the room. She lifted her head to look around, only to find him standing the soft light of the en-suite bathroom to her left.

“I’ll have you know that my refractory period is just fine! I could go for another four hours. Easy.”

Satoru fired back, a finger pointed in Suguru’s direction hovering above her face. The dark haired man let out a half chuckle-half scoff at that. He shook his head, wiping his hands off with a wet rag. Then, he approached the bed again, the wet rag dropping to her skin. She hissed slightly at the coolness, but by the time he was using the rag between her legs, she grown used to the feeling, simply staring down at where his wrist disappeared between her thighs.

“Do gotta get you cleaned up a little though…”

Suguru commented, focusing on his work for a moment before directing his dark eyed gaze back towards her face. She blinked lazily, still feeling as if her mind and her body were not in total sync.

“Are you alright?”

He asked, his free hand coming up to gently cup her jaw. Without any further thoughts, she nuzzled into his touch, nodding.

“Yeah… just… a lot.”

She answered, her own voice sounding ragged and worn. Now that she was starting to regain her sense somewhat, she wondered how either of them could have any energy left after that performance. Though, she was grateful for the after care.

“You did wonderfully… You should probably have some water and… I should change these sheets.”

Suguru said, pulling the rag away from her as he rose back to full height. She hadn’t noticed it, but Satoru had left the room at some point, because he walked back into the bedroom with three bottles of water.

“Way ahead of ya. Worry about the sheets in the morning, man. I’m beat. Maybe we can all shower together while they’re in the washer.”

He said, handing each of them a water bottle and then wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She managed to croak out a light laugh, propping herself up in her elbows just to drain the bottle of water in a few powerful swallows. Both men joined her on the bed, but not before Suguru laid a towel down over the wet spot on the sheets. She’d never had a threesome before, and she’d never slept in the same bed as two other men before either. Though, once they’d all finished their drinks, Suguru tugged her back down to the bed with a sleepy sigh. With his and Satoru’s help, she was positioned between the two of them. Her head resting on Suguru’s chest with a leg curled over his lap. Satoru was curled up behind her, his body pressed flush with her own as he hugged her waist. The two men shared a few more teasing words that she barely registered as the fatigue began to settle in. Before she drifted to sleep, the sound of Suguru’s steady heartbeat thudding against her ear, she heard them share one more exchange.

“This was one of your better ideas, Satoru.”

Suguru commented, a softness in his voice she had only heard on a couple occasions tonight.

“Mhm. Let’s keep her.”

Satoru yawned, his arms around her waist tightening and tugging her a little closer.

⬆️Me currently after reading this

Just Being Neighborly

a/n: y'all gone need the holy water for this one... it was a lovely writing challenge from the one the only @getosbigballsack so if you something with similar themes don't freak out lol. this was super fun and i definitely got carried away LMFAOOO

cw: shew let's see um, threesomes, mfm but the men are involved briefly, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, anal, dirty talk, pet names, slight dacryphilia, size kink maybe? doggy and reverse cowgirl. unedited as usual, i probably missed something im sorry

wc: please im so embarrassed it's 9k

They still remembered the day that you moved in. It was a sunny Tuesday in the middle of the summer, the gentle breeze flowing into their townhouse while they sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch playing Fifa. The sounds of car doors shutting and the roll of suitcase wheels on the concrete sidewalk got Satoru’s attention. He pauses the game, and Suguru groans. The lanky young man trips over himself to lean over his best friend and roommate on the couch, peering out of the window. 

“Stop being so nosy and I was beating you.” The other man sighed, moving his long dark hair to his other shoulder so his companion didn’t lay on it. 

Gojo huffs in defense of himself, keeping his bespectacled eyes trained outside. Finally he sees you. You walk back to the sleek Cadillac in the shortest yellow polka dotted sundress in existence, cute white pumps elongating your bare legs even more so. He was drooling and he hadn’t even seen your face. “There’s a babe moving in!” He rejoices, maybe a bit too loud through the open frame.

 Suguru leans over to pull his mouthy friend out of the window, but you too, piqued his interest. The dress was tight, hugging every curve and accentuating your large bust and wide hips. You don’t notice them watching, too busy pulling boxes out of the trunk and setting them on the sidewalk for you to carry in. Satoru wonders what you do for a living. These were expensive townhouses, the two college students only lived there on the account of him being a trust fund baby. 

The more built of the two shoved the other male off his lap, but the lanky man saved himself from falling to the floor. “We should go help her, she shouldn’t carry all that herself.” Suguru suggests like the sweetheart he is. Satoru hums mischievously at the idea. 

“What a great idea, I’m sure the babe will be relieved to have two strong young men living so close!” He grins, elbowing his partner-in-crime. 

“Y/N, are you done yet?” A foreign voice thunders, the sound of dress shoes clack back out to the car, grabbing their attention. Soon a man in a suit comes into view, folding his arms at you. 

You sigh softly and paint your smile on. “Almost, dear. This one’s a bit heavy.” 

“Well you packed it all in there, so whose fault is that?” Your husband chuckles, though he’s not kidding. Satoru Gojo’s nose scrunches up.

“Blegh, he’s an asshole.” He sneered. 

This time, Suguru Geto had to concede to his best friend, the way the man spoke to you was awful, and he was making you carry everything? Disgusting, “Agreed.” 

Satoru gently slapped the other’s chest. “Then let’s go help the babe.” He said excitedly, to which his friend chuckled and shook his head at his eagerness, though he can’t wait to introduce himself to you. The two get up from the couch and slip into their shoes, beginning their descent down the lavish stone steps. He feels a pang of guilt, you’re clearly in a relationship of some sort, but the feeling soon subsides when he remembers his treatment of you. Men like that don’t deserve women like you. 

As if his closest friend could read his mind, he elbows him in the ribs. He’s got a cunning smile on his face, and Geto knows that he doesn’t care about your relationship either. If there was one thing you could count on Satoru for, it was unabashed boldness. 

“I’m thinking we swoop in right, save this pretty damsel in distress.” He wiggles his eyebrows, pulling his glasses down his nose to give his friend a knowing look. He quickly pushes them back up, though Suguru knows that won’t be the last time his companion will pull that stunt. “Or at least offer our strong shoulders to cry on while we carry all her things.” 

Suguru sighed. “Be normal, please, for once.” He pleaded, dark eyes narrowing at the smirk decorating his face. 

Satoru rolled his eyes behind his glasses. Sometimes Suguru was so annoying, and absolutely zero fun. If he had to seduce you himself so be it, but he wouldn’t let Geto sweep in later if he didn’t help. “I am normal, you’re the weak one.” He giggled, sticking his tongue out and scooting down the rest of the steps, smiling brightly once the sun warmed his skin. They stood on the same sidewalk as you, shyly observing you unpack the car. You seem frustrated with one box in the trunk, perhaps the same one you mentioned to your…heathen earlier. 

Gojo smirks, sharing a glance with the ever-stoic Suguru once more. Hands in pockets of his black basketball shorts, he wears that brazen grin all the way to the Cadillac. Suguru walks slowly after him, eyes trained on the ground ahead of him. He would have to be the gentleman to make up for Satoru’s lack of shame. 

The lanky man clears his throat, the summer sun behind him enshrining him in an ethereal glow. You turn to the stranger, taken aback by his almost unnerving beauty. He hooks his glasses on his tight black tee, grinning teeth shining as white as his shaggy white locks.His gaze is the clearest blue you’ve ever seen, you can see the clouds from above you reflecting in his matching sky colored eyes. You arch your brow, unsure what to make of his approach. Just as he’s about to speak, a second man appears. He’s not quite as tall, but his shoulders are broader and features warmer. He smiles softly, black eyes carefully analyzing you. He folded his arms over his chest, abs clearly defined beneath the opaque wife beater. He jutted his chin out to your boxes, but it’s the first visitor that speaks. 

“We noticed you could use some help, miss.” He smiles, icy stare shamelessly raking over your figure. Your cheeks warm under his gaze–no, surely it’s just this summer heat. You’re happily married, moving into these lovely townhomes because of your newlywed husband’s success as a District Attorney. Maybe he wasn’t the most attentive husband–or even the nicest, but he was paying your way and you didn’t have to lift a finger. He did right by you, so you tell yourself. But you must admit, the two young men were right. There was no way you could get that damn box out of the trunk, much less carry it all upstairs to your new dwelling. 

“Oh, well, yes actually. Thank you…?” You say, arching a perfect brow at them. Gojo nearly let out a dreamy sigh, your face was just as perfect as the rest of you. Your brows were immaculately manicured, lashes full and framing enchanting doe eyes that looked at them so expectantly. You were so tempting it was hard for even Suguru to be respectful, sweat beading at your chest so deliciously he had to readjust the gray sweats hanging low on his hips. Satoru hummed, amused by the scene. 

“I’m Satoru, this is Suguru. We live here!” He shared as if it were a treat just for you. 

Suguru stifled a groan. “It’s always nice to welcome new neighbors. May we ask your name?” He asks, leaning forward slightly. You leaned against the bumper of your car, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. They were handsome and not much younger than you if you had to guess. They were certainly capable of helping you carry these last few boxes. There was no harm in introducing yourself. So why did you feel so guilty?

“Oh, I’m Y/N Robertson, it’s lovely to meet you. I’ve been struggling with this box for a while!” You chuckle nervously, patting the offending weight and stepping out of the way for one of them to grab. The white-haired man nodded, showing no signs of regret, repeating your name aloud.

“Y/N Robertson. Was that jerk your husband?” He asks, the permanent glimmer of amusement twinkling in his eye. 

You gasp softly and Suguru’s eyes widen. “I apologize about him, he has issues. I think he was born without a filter.” Suguru apologized, glaring at his counterpart. 

Jerk? Is that too far off the mark? It had been such a stressful move, you did mostly everything yourself, your husband working fourteen hour days and refusing to lift a finger when he was around. You were mostly embarrassed that these two had noticed his treatment, not wanting their pity. “He’s…he’s just been busy with work. But yes, he is my husband.” 

Satoru clicked his tongue, walking forward to effortlessly lift the burden you had been struggling with for the past twenty minutes. “That’s a shame, Y/N. A princess like you doesn’t need to be carrying something like this. But don’t worry, we got ya.” He winks. 

You avert your gaze to the other man, almost seeking solace in his peaceful presence. He’s wearing a faintly smug expression as he lifts the stack of boxes on the sidewalk. Suguru only nods his agreement. “Which one’s yours?” 

You think about it, pulling out your phone to look at the paperwork.. “I’m sorry, I forgot, I’m pulling it up…” You mutter, taking your lip between your teeth. The men share a look. You were adorable. 

“Take your time, we’re fine.” Suguru insisted, giving you another warm smile. It soothes your nerves only slightly and stokes the fire elsewhere. 

Gojo nods. “Yeah, we’re super strong. Don’t worry.” He says, admiring your manicured nails tapping away at the screen of your device.

 You allow yourself to giggle at this, you could tell they utilized the location’s gym facility a lot. Satoru’s black shirt hugged him tightly, swells of his biceps bulging against the hems. He grins at the gift of your laughter, smirking at his friend. Suguru chuckled through his nose, shaking his head at how easily his roommate flustered you. You hiss in celebration.

“Yes! I found it, sorry. It looks like I’m in…408!” You say without realizing. Your innocent eyes blink up at the tall pillars that were your new neighbors and current assistants. Satoru looked like a kid in a candy shop, and Suguru smirked in silent celebration. 

“Right across the way from us. How divine.” Satoru chuckled, turning to make his way up the stairs with the weighty box. “It looks like you’ll be seeing a lot of us!” 

Suguru hummed. “I’m sure we’ll make great friends.” He said, slowly striding after the energetic man. You just padded behind them, watching Suguru’s back muscles glean with sweat, long hair swaying slightly as he trods along the steps. You felt ashamed, eyeing them this way, but it was hard to miss the way Satoru’s shirt rode up to reveal his own toned abdomen and white patch of hair leading to the shorts sliding down his slender hips. You bit your lip and averted your gaze, telling yourself it was just because of the growing wedge in your marriage. You just needed to escape their lingering gazes and deviant smugness. 

Later that evening, the men sat on the same couch that they discovered you on, deciding to play the long game. Your husband was a tool, you were practically in heat just from their eyes on you. It was clear he wasn’t giving you any of the things you really needed.

That was a year ago now, the two college boys are more than in your favor by now. You brought them a tupperware of muffins the very next day, and it kind of became your trademark. You took good care of them, bringing them dinner some nights and supposed “leftover” baked goods. They wondered if your husband even noticed that you started cooking for four. They found any and every excuse to visit you during your husband’s long workdays, often spending the entire afternoon with you. 

When they weren’t with you, they were thinking of you, talking to each other about what they would do when they could share you. They could hear everything through the thin walls, every fight you had, every tear you shed, every orgasm–though they could tell they were faked. It was painful, biding their time until they could make their move, just hoping that the moment presented itself soon. 

Luckily, they didn’t have to wait much longer. It was another regular day, the two were working on some household chores when a door–your door–slamming caught their attention, followed by crying and two voices screaming at each other. 

Satoru dropped the plate he was washing with wide eyes, scrambling for the peep hole. They’ve heard the arguments, but none of them had spilled into the hallway, or had been filled with such emotion on your end. This time it was your husband who cowered in front of you as you screamed and threw his things out of the home. 

“Cheating bastard! You cried, face reddened from all the stress, no doubt. Suguru turns the washing machine on and makes for the door too, fighting with Satoru to see. 

“Honey please–it was a one time—” 

“Oh don’t bother. She sent me everything! This is on the fucking news, you absolute ass!” You huff, shoving a suitcase into the hall. At that, Satoru scrambled to the couch, flipping on the television and pilfering through the channels until the news displayed the reason for such an argument. Even he was shocked, a cheating scandal for the ages. Suguru’s heart dropped as the reporter spoke:

“District Attorney Joel Robertson caught in a blazing hot scandal this evening. The other woman tells all! His secretary leaks the sex tapes–claiming this affair has been going on for years.”

“How could he cheat on her??” Satoru is puzzled, yet grateful. Your dumbass husband has finally given you a reason to leave. It was only a matter of guessing when you would bang on their door. 

Suguru sighs, he never wanted you to be hurt. He knows that Satoru isn’t necessarily thinking about it that way, though he can’t deny the twinge of excitement in the back of his mind. Your dollhouse of a marriage would be over, and he had the perfect idea for revenge. 

“Sex tapes, huh?” Suguru muttered, muscular body pressed into the door to watch your husband pick up all his things strewn about the hallway. He didn’t even look guilty, seemingly fine with your pained tears. You slammed the door in his face. 

“I never want to see you again! You’ll get papers soon!” You yelled from behind your door. Your husband rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah? Well good luck paying for a place like this with no job, you insufferable piece of work.Or finding anyone better than me.” ” He chuckled, the suitcase rolling down the marble hallway and your tears being heard loud and clear after Satoru clicks the TV off. 

“Sex tapes.” Satoru confirmed with the shake of his head. He realized how this had to be affecting you, pressing his face against Suguru’s to try and peek out of the peep hole for any movement within. “How horrible. The secretary’s an ugly anyway, they belong together.” He snorted.

Suguru side-eyed him. Satoru said every thought that crossed his mind, his friend was convinced, however it was hard to disagree with some of his wild statements. This was one of them. You were way out of your husband’s league. He treated you like garbage and then had the nerve to cheat after not even being able to please you? Disgusting. Vile. 

“Should we…?” Suguru poses aloud, not able to stand the sound of your cries much longer. 

Just as Satoru nods eagerly, your door flies open again. This time, you march right across the hallway, raising your pretty fist to knock on their door. Suguru’s lips part in surprise, but you hesitate to actually connect with the firm barrier between you and them. It was almost like the point of no return, the building tension that started the day you moved in would all come to a head if you crossed the threshold. 

You bit your lip, looking back at your entrance. Maybe you should just go back, you were just emotional and seeking out the only comfort you could think of, right?

Satoru flings the door open, not giving you the chance. You’re face to face with the two, realizing they probably saw everything. Your cheeks heat up, your raised hand slowly lowering to your side. You must look a mess, hair disheveled from the countless times you raked your hands through it, eyes red and puffy from crying, tear stains on your cheeks. You make a strangled sob noise, looking at them so sadly it pulls their heartstrings. 

Suguru steps forward, reaching for you. “We heard, we’re so sorry..” He says, and you can see his sympathy for you written in the warmth on his face. You put your hand in his, the feeling of human contact with someone who actually cared was almost enough to make you cry again. 

Satoru huffs, leaning against the doorframe. You’re almost caged between them, feeling their body heat radiating off. His face is embossed with displeasure, eyes darkened in the same way the sky does before a storm. “He’s a piece of shit. Doesn’t deserve someone like you anyway, sweetness.” He says with a look of disgust, shaking his head. 

Suguru covers your hand with his other one, dark eyes bouncing between yours, like he’s trying to figure out what you were thinking. Truthfully, you were embarrassed more than anything. It was one thing to be in a loveless marriage, it was another for that fact to be known across town thanks to your husband’s low morals and high notoriety. You would be a laughing stock. 

“I’m just…embarrassed! I’ll be known around town as his poor wife. I hate that, I don’t want their pity or laughter…just so embarrassing.” You mutter, looking toward the ground. The sentiment makes Satoru pout. Oh how he just wanted to comfort you, for Suguru to lead you into the apartment where you would stay with them forever. 

Suguru frowns. He could tell your tears weren’t for your broken heart, but your devastation. Your reputation on the line, betrayed by a man who had never treasured you. He glances at Satoru, who’s just staring at you with such longing the dark-haired man can’t take it. “We can help you embarrass him, if you’d like.” 

His eyes widen. The words fell from his lips before he could think the better of it, but now you’re looking at him with those pouty doe eyes in confusion, and Satoru has to save the day, picking up your other hand. 

“Yeah, he’s right. We’ve been listening to you fake orgasms for a year now. Dude has some nerve makin’ tapes like he knows what he’s doing. We could really show him.” Satoru chuckles, leaning down from the door frame. You can smell his cologne, something minty with almost a hint of chocolate. He does know what he’s doing, invading your senses like this. His warm body and gorgeous eyes that have been undressing you since the day that you moved in paired with his scent and touch was overwhelming in the best way. Especially with the firm but comforting grip that Suguru kept. His hands were calloused from hard work, cradling the softness of your hand like a newborn. He leans closer too, waiting for some sort of response from you. His dark hair fell in layers around his face, accentuating his strong jaw and cheekbones, pale pink lips smiling softly. He smells of bourbon and cinnamon and some sort of expensive shampoo, the two of them so different and beautiful in their own ways–and both wanting you. 

“What did you..have in mind?” You squeak, your neighbors and acquaintances grin at each other. You didn’t even question their eavesdropping, knowing that they’ve been craving you since that summer sunny day. 

Satoru hums in pretend thought. This was only for show, they had determined what they wanted to do moments ago when they shared that glance. “Make a sex tape of your own, with men that can actually make you cum.” He let a laugh out through his nose. 

Your eyes widen, you open your mouth to speak but find that you don’t know what to say. Have you had a few wet dreams about a moment like this? Maybe, but that didn’t take the surprise out of their reciprocal desire. You looked to Suguru to search for any hint of his friend teasing you, but the man only squeezed your hand and smiled smugly. He could sense your doubt, and it was precious. 

“He’s not joking. We’d love to help you get revenge, dear.” He doubled down, the air around you growing heavy and charged with an energy that made your stomach drop, butterflies replacing your insides. Satoru steps out of your way, and Suguru angles his body the same way. You can pass right between them and enter their townhouse. You nibble your bottom lip, a nervous habit they had picked up on. “No worries, though, if you don’t. We’re here for you irregardless.” Suguru adds on the end, not wanting you to think you must. They wanted you to want to. 

And Satoru sure hopes you do, his graysweatpants growing tighter at the thought of having you today, and under such circumstances! They hadn’t considered making films with you when discussing their fantasies, but he was definitely down with the idea. He smiles and nods, taking his lip between his teeth to mirror your nerves, but his was anticipation.

Suguru is highly perceptive, he’s hoping you say yes if only for his best friend’s sake. You wrack your brain, you should say no. There’s no way that this can end well, but your desire has piqued. They were right, your husband was horrible at sex, and you’ve been wondering what Satoru’s slender hands would feel like on your body, thinking about Suguru’s sweet smile pressed into your skin instead. Your stomach tingles at the thought, and you know what you want. You want to give in to your desire, you want to be with the men that had actually taken care of you for close to a year, and you wanted your soon to be ex-husband to see how good they could make you feel. 

You take a deep breath and squeeze through their bodies to enter their home. It was clean, like always. They tried to be better about that when you started eating dinner with them. You set your phone down on the table, taking a seat on their couch to blink at them expectantly. 

They shared another look, but this one was one of surprise. There you were, in their house waiting for them to fuck you. They had dreamed of this, and now it was happening. Gojo wastes no time, smirking and coming back inside, pulling Suguru in with him and shutting the door. You don’t miss the sound of the lock clicking, though it made you giggle at his eagerness. He takes his shirt off to avoid having to do it later, and you bite down on your lip again. Though this time it’s because he’s incredibly sculpted, as lean as he is. 

His skin is pale and scarred, you wonder from what, but it only added to his beauty. Every muscle was defined, down to his v-line. You can’t help but notice the ache in his pants, and you nearly sigh dreamily. It’s almost embarrassing how your core throbs, and this was just one of the two. Suguru picks Satoru’s shirt up off the floor, setting it on the coffee table instead. He takes a seat on the couch next to you, and you fight the urge to request his shirt be removed as well. You smile shyly at him, and he chuckles, reaching his hand out to hold your chin. “We’re gonna take good care of you, baby.” He insists, thumbing at your bottom lip. 

Your eyes stare up at him expectantly, taking in the lustful gaze he finally reveals. His dark eyes become half-lidded and focused on your pout. “Can I kiss you sweet girl?” He asks, sharp brow arched. 

You nod eagerly, feeling the cushion on your other side dip with the weight of the other male. He must have set up the camera, surely he wouldn’t allow Suguru to beat him to the punch. Much to your surprise, he only sets his hand on your hip, leaning forward for a better view of his best friend’s mouth covering yours. Geto’s lips are rough like his hands, in a good way. His tongue is warm as it laps over yours, his large hand still holding your jaw. You can feel Satoru’s hands knead at your thighs, but he’s not protesting. He doesn’t even protest when Suguru’s other large hand slips under your ass to pull you up into his lap. He just scoots closer to keep you sandwiched between hard bodies. 

“Yeah this is hot.” Satoru groans, palming himself over his pants when Suguru gently hikes your dress up so he can access more skin, his thick fingers digging into your doughy flesh. You could feel his lips curl into a smile at his friend’s encouragement, kissing you harder. Your senses were overwhelmed, though you expected and wanted that. He tasted so good, letting your tongue dominate his just for the enjoyment. He nearly chuckles at your eagerness, it seems their desire wasn’t one sided. Your hands tug at his shirt, so he lets you catch your breath so he can yank it off.  “Ah, you gotta match us, angel.” Satoru grins, nimble fingers playing with the hem of your tank top. 

You blush, knowing you have no bra beneath. It was still too hot to wear layers, though your body felt like it was at the highest temperature it had been in a while. You’re so pretty, Suguru thinks, watching you peel your tank top off, bare chest to them. Your tits were perfect, nipples hardening before their very eyes. Satoru groaned, reaching to cup one of your breasts. Suguru’s lips latch onto your neck, his hands still kneading at your thighs. You can feel your cunt dampen as Satoru dives forward, sucking your pebbled bud in between his teeth. You gasp softly at the sensation, Suguru’s eyes open, watching his roommate fondle your tits and feeling you writhe in his lap only made his hardness nestle into your side, making you gasp again. Both of them were going to be huge, and you didn’t know how you would be able to handle it. 

Suguru snaps you out of your thoughts, rotating you in his lap just a little. Your back was flush against his chest, the skin almost burning where you connected. His muscles made you feel like you were sitting against a wall. If not for his warmth and the bulge settled in between your asscheeks, you may have thought you were. Satoru hums, pleased with having more access to you, his tongue swirling your sensitive bud. His fingers pinch the other, the slight pain sending shockwaves through your body, causing you to arch into his mouth. 

Geto chuckles, his hands still stroking gentle paths from your thighs to your hips, where nothing but your skirt stopped him. He arched his brow, jerking the fabric to sit around your waist. “No panties either, sweet girl?”

Satoru pulled away from your chest at this, a thin string of saliva stringing from his plump pink lips to your breast. “Oh dollface, I’m beginning to think you got ready for us.” He chuckles, the sound bright and bubbly as he scoots back on the couch to gaze at your newly revealed pussy. Your head spins from the way they look at you, like you’re a precious jewel. You feel drunk on the mix of their touches, where one was sweet and warm the other was rougher and icy. Suguru continues to press sporadic kisses to your neck and shoulders, trying to find your sweet spots. You whine so darling when he finds them, he can’t help but smirk to his best friend as your eyes flutter shut from the simple pleasure of him kissing your neck and the white-haired boy’s grip on your knees to spread your legs. He groans at the sight of your slick cunt, nodding to Geto. 

“She’s soakin’ Sugu. Hope you don’t mind but I gotta taste.” He hummed, his svelte fingers spread your lips apart and you shiver from the cold air being blown on your center. Satoru giggles, you were so cute like this, wiggling on Suguru’s lap and craving more of them by the second. 

Suguru nodded his permission, obsidian eyes locked on his friend’s sapphire ones. He thought the boy’s excitement was adorable, and yearned to watch the enjoyment of both of you. The lanky boy cooed his happiness and leaned forward to lick a fat stripe down your center, moaning at the taste. Your head fell back on Geto’s shoulder, hand flying to tangle up in white tresses. He giggles again, relishing the way your body responds to him. He does it again, humming at the intense lust in Suguru’s eyes and your sweet gasp. 

“Stop playing.” Suguru warned, biting marks into your skin to give you some pressure and pleasure since his counterpart wanted to toy with you. 

Gojo pouted, but you nodded your head in agreement. “No fun.” He huffed, but dipped his head down to your core for the count this time. You didn’t want him to tease? Fine. He won’t. But just remember that you asked for it. His tongue plunges in your weeping hole, his fingers assisting him in drawing circles around your clit. You moan softly, body jolting at the sudden intensity. Your hips rolled, fucking yourself on the muscle. 

Suguru hums at the sight, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you from moving too much. It was clear your ex didn’t know how to treat you sexually, either. You feel his warm breath in your ear, Satoru’s fingers replacing his tongue, pushing his long fingers straight to your spongy spot. Your vision spots from that alone, not to mention his lips suckling your nerves. Suguru watches every move, impossibly turned on by the two of you together. 

“You’re so beautiful with his mouth on you like that, sweetheart. Do you like it?” He coos, collecting all your hair and brushing it over your shoulder so he could see all of your perfect face. You nod quickly, and Suguru chuckles, a deep rumble that you can feel in his chest against your back. He realizes that you’ve lost the ability to speak just from Satoru. It’s sweet, but he knows you’re in for one hell of a time. 

“You sure you can handle both of us, dear? I don’t want to overwhelm you.” He asks, eyes focused on the animalistic way Satoru devours you. His mouth was a mess of your arousal, tongue swiping his lips to keep your taste. 

You were already overwhelmed, but it was the best feeling of your life. You didn’t know how you would please both of them, but you knew you could. So you nod. 

“Use your words for me then, sweetheart. We’ll do the color system, m’kay? Green is all good, yellow for slow, red for stop, can you do that for us?” He says, running his fingers through your hair. Your eyes meet Satoru’s, who also seems to be waiting for a reply. You nod again. 

“Yes, ‘m fine, green all good.” You mutter, grinding your pussy against Satoru’s nose even though he was buried in your cunt. He sucks on your clit again, but it makes your stomach jump and your hips rock faster so they know you’re close to your first real orgasm in who knows how long. 

Geto hums his approval, tightening his hold on your waist. “You gonna make her cum for us, Sato?” He inquires, every touch flaming hot. Gojo nods, teeth scraping your bud and it’s all you need to topple over the edge. Suguru’s hands go back to your hips, your fingers tugging on the other boy who still lapped at your nectar. He hums his enjoyment, sitting back on his knees and winking at you. 

“You can pull my hair all night long. angel.” He says, watching your hole clench around nothing. How cute. He flickers his gaze to the man holding you upright, arousal nearly dripping off his tongue. “I think she needs a little break, you wanna taste?” He asks, which confuses you for a moment. How could he give you a break if they were going to swap?

Geto hums. “Of course I do. Come here.” He says, smirking at your bewildered gaze on them. Satoru grins and leans over you, planting his lips on the man who asked. You gasp softly, the sight more arousing than you’d like to admit. It wasn’t necessarily surprising, as they seemed pretty attracted to each other, you just felt ashamed for getting off on it. But you can’t help it, the way they hummed their satisfaction against each other’s mouths was melodic, Satoru opening his mouth for Suguru to utilize how he wants. The latter holds his jaw in similar fashion to the way he held yours earlier, controlling the space between them. He pulls back a little, mostly just to view your arousal covering Satoru’s bratty face and to look over at your awestruck features. He smirks at this, his tongue darting out as he brings Satoru’s face back to his, though they don’t kiss. Satoru whimpers as Suguru licks the sides of his mouth, cleaning all your natural honey off his best friend’s face. 

You gasp softly, not able to stop yourself, “That’s fuckin’ hot.” Satoru chuckles, his hand closing around Suguru’s wrist so he could turn his head in his grip. 

“I agree baby girl. He just had to taste you on my tongue.” He grinned, though that was the exact truth. The flavor of the two of you combined was driving him crazy. His dick throbbed painfully, and he didn’t know how much of this he could take. He releases Satoru in favor of fisting his hair. 

“Let me get her other hole ready.” He demands, and only Satoru knows what he means. The white-haired boy grins devilishly, sitting back on the other end of the couch. He wiggles out of his pants and tosses them over his shoulder, cock slapping his eight-pack. 

He looks at you with that same bare-naked stare he gave you the day you met, his smirk unfaltering. “Lean over and suck my cock, baby. He wants to see it and he's gotta get your ass ready.” He giggles softly, his large hand wrapping around his own length to keep it from aching. Your eyes flicker to the cock in question, aggravated red tip oozing pre-ejaculate down his prettily veined shaft, curving upwards to abuse every spongy spot. He was much bigger than your ex, you knew it would take some time to adjust. Nonetheless, you eagerly slip off of Suguru’s lap, getting on all fours. Suguru takes the opportunity to free his cock from his pants, sitting on his knees so he had a bird’s eye view of you crawling toward Satoru.

Gojo nearly vibrates with excitement, moving his hand away from his length so you could take over. He suddenly pouts when your pretty eyes look up at him, he’s realized he still hasn’t kissed you yet. “Oh no sugar, Can’t have you suck me off if I haven’t even been a gentleman.” 

He hums, sitting up so he could meet your lips. He was greedy with his kiss, lips hungrily moving over yours. You respond in kind, hand resting on the back of his neck where your fingers just brushed over the soft fuzz of his undercut. He moans softly, clearly enjoying the way you play with him. He pulls back with a loud smacking sound, resting his back against the arm of the couch once more, hands folded behind his head. Suguru rolls his eyes at Satoru’s showmanship, but he watches anyway.

“Much better, go ahead, hot stuff.” He coos, looking rather satisfied with himself. Your face is why, so drunk on his kiss that you sit back on your knees and hover over his tip, squealing in surprise as Suguru holds your waist. You can feel his length rubbing against your thighs, positioned under your cunt. His tip collides with your clit so perfectly when you rock back on him, your hips doing so automatically. You moan softly at the feeling, and Suguru hums as your arousal continues to drip around him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you while you give him head, sweetness, ‘s that good with you?” He asks, praying you say yes. He didn’t want to throw too much at you at once, but his dick was beginning to hurt. He sighs happily when you nod. You bite your lip, knowing you were about to feel unimaginably full. You turn your head to peek at his size, finding him not as long but nearly twice as girthy as the dick you hold in your hands. And you already needed two hands for Satoru. You sigh, Satoru’s slender fingers grabbing your chin to pull your focus back to him. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout him angel, I got you soaked enough to take him.” He brags, squeezing your cheeks between his grip. He giggles at your smooshed face and hum, bringing your chin back down to his tip. You batted your eyelashes at him, watching his face carefully as you stick your tongue out and take him into your mouth. He groans at the relief of your warm insides, ego stroked when you gag just halfway down his length. He can feel himself in the back of your tight throat, eyes fluttering shut when you start to bob your head along him. Suguru smirks, enjoying the sight. He can see the muscles twitch in Satoru’s stomach and he can feel your lips move on his dick leading him to believe you’re clenching around nothing. 

He can fix that. He palms your round ass, relishing the way you push yourself back into him while easing more and more of Satoru’s dick down your throat. It’s gorgeous, Gojo’s soft moans and the choking gags of you trying to take all of him. Your throat squeezes him perfectly, his hand coming down on the back of your neck to keep you there. He forces his eyes open, wanting to remember the way you look with his cock stuffed deep, tears rolling down your face. All three of you have forgotten about the camera, just performing for each other. Satoru can tell when Suguru plunges in by the way your eyes widen and you temporarily stop moving. Though you don’t have much a choice once Suguru starts rolling his hips against your asscheeks. The burn as he stretches you out is delicious, making you moan around Satoru. He moans in return, the vibration of your voice going straight to his balls. He can’t help but slightly buck into your warm mouth, Suguru’s slow thrusts giving you time to adjust. 

You clench around him and that sensation alone is so good he almost moans. Satoru wasn’t lying, he made sure you were absolutely drenched to make accommodating his friend’s size as easy as possible. Your walls were still choking and spongy, he can feel a tingling sensation shoot down his spine. He watches you get used to him, your hips slightly wiggle back for him, and you resume bobbing along Satoru. It was hard to breathe with such a task at hand, you took deep breaths through your nose, but you still felt dizzy as Suguru picked up his pace. 

Satoru watched the pleasure wash over Geto’s face, the man’s eyes closing and mouth dropping open. It was so hot, especially with the way you squeezed around him. It was too much, he knew he wouldn’t last long like this. Your pretty face at his cock, burying your nose in his snow colored pubes paired with Geto’s soft grunts as he plows into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was sending him hurtling towards the finish line and he didn’t want this to end yet. He didn’t want to shoot his load in your mouth—not this time anyway. 

Suguru settles into a regular pace, trying not to falter when you squeeze down on him like this. His thrusts are powerful, pushing you into Gojo’s trimmed bush with every rock of his hips. The men are rewarded with the sweet sound of your gags, to which they both cherish. He tries to be gentle as he gathers some spit on his fingers, tentatively sliding the spit around your tight ring while he keeps you drunk on dick. You mewl softly as his thick index slips in, both holes squeezing on him so fucking good he groans. Suddenly, there’s a rubber band ready to snap in your gut, making you gasp around the girth keeping you from speaking, as if you could do much of that anyway.

The man responsible hums, giving your ass a gentle smack. “Gonna cum for us again baby?” You nod along Satoru, and he beams with satisfaction. “Go ahead, get my dick nice and wet for me.” His words are so lewd that you can’t help but obey, gagging on Satoru as you try to cry out. The slender boy can’t handle it, biting down on his lip to avoid  the inevitable. 

“Sugu, not gonna make it like this..” Satoru says in a whiny tone, watching your ass ripple into Geto’s hips and your face contort in added bliss. Suguru peeked at his friend’s pouty face and chuckling at the blown pupils and flushed cheeks of the bratty male. 

“That’s fine bubs, we’ll change it up. I’m sure that throat needs a break.”  Suguru hummed, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. He didn’t want anything obscuring his view of your perfect mounds. He lightly spanked the flesh, relishing your little squeal. He treasures his last few pumps of you, knowing he would give his whiny counterpart your sopping hole. Satoru releases your hair, smiling brightly at the sight of your ruined face. 

“Now those are some tears I can get behind, princess.” He coos, thumbing them off your pretty face. He brings your mouth back to his, not willing to give you any time to breathe. You’re gasping against his lips, but your hold on his shoulders begs him to come closer. Suguru continues prodding your hole, spitting on the second entrance of yours he’d be taking. He slips a second finger in, and you don’t complain. You sigh into Satoru’s mouth and tug at his hair, lips smacking against each other's messily. Geto loves watching this, his other hand stroking his aching erection. 

Satoru watches his friend, trying to sync his timing to his. He was only trying to keep you occupied so the other man could work your asshole, knowing it would be a big stretch, Satoru was content to make out with you until he comes untouched, but he knows Suguru won’t allow that to happen. He nods, now able to scissor his fingers in your hole. His strong hands grip your hips, pulling you from the white-haired man which earned a whine from you. 

“You’ll get Satoru back, beloved, don’t worry.” Suguru rasps, pulling you back into his lap, facing away from him as you did earlier, the only difference being your knees folded under you as if you were still in doggy. You felt a little guilty with his comment, not wanting to prefer one over the other. So you lay your head back on his shoulder, using two fingers on his jaw to turn his face close enough for you to push your lips on his. Satoru loves the sight, the two sexiest people he knows making out right in front of him! The only thing that could possibly make this better is what they’re planning on next. Gojo walks forward on his knees, once more caging you in. It’s his mouth you feel soothing the marks his friend left earlier, breaking new patches of skin to bruise of his own. 

Suguru’s hand cups your cheek, his kisses deliciously slow and sensual. He didn’t want his hard work to go to waste though, so he lifts you slightly, lining his cock up with your asshole. He breaks the sweet kiss, “You think you can take both of us, baby?” 

“Oh she can do it, poor girl needs it.” Satoru hums, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Isn’t that right?” 

You nod. If you thought you were incapable of speaking earlier, then maybe you’ve never had good sex in your entire life. “Green, go for it..wan’ have both.” You whine, making Satoru light up. 

“You heard the lovely lady.” Satoru purrs, hands on your waist as a means to push you onto Suguru’s cock if he doesn't do it fast enough for his liking. Suguru just chuckles through his nose and shakes his head. 

“So impatient. Very well.” He hums, using his leverage on your hips to slide his tip past the squeezing ring of muscle. He grips your hips harder than he means to, undoubtedly leaving semi-permanent marks. It was impossible not to, he was trying to slowly inch his way in, but your ass was sucking him in so good he had to slowly shove the rest in. You let out a loud wanton moan, bordering scream. Satoru moaned from the sight and sound alone, his only touch being his hands on your waist. He was going to claim your cunt, no doubt, but he had to let you get accustomed to Suguru’s rod in your ass. 

He just lets you sit on it for a moment, partially for his own benefit. He had to get himself under control or he would bust immediately, and ruin everything for Satoru. And he would never hear the end of his mouth if he did. You feel so full, the pressure of him stretching everything open makes you see stars. You yearn for movement, for some relief on your throbbing clit, so you whine, watching Satoru’s face morph into surprise as you try to bounce on Suguru already. 

The man moans, the first one he’s let loose all evening. It’s deep and once again thunders against your back. You were better than the fantasies he had conjured in his head, and he was determined to give you the time of your life. So he aids you in your bounces, his rough hands supporting your weight and dragging you up and down his shaft at his own pace. It was still too good, the warmth and tightness choking down on him perfectly.

“Fuck her, Satoru.” Geto breathily demands, the gravelly tone of his voice sending a chill to both you and the man he ordered inside you. Satoru didn’t hesitate, his knees situated between Suguru’s. He lined up with your entrance, tugging you forward just a bit which must have deepened the long-haired man’s connection as you started moaning so lewdly Satoru wondered if he’d paint your walls just by pushing inside. He couldn’t watch your poor pussy clamp around nothing any longer though, bottoming out in you and holding your cheeks in one large hand. He enjoyed how your sounds changed, sounding warped due to your smooshed face. He smiled, your cunt tightening around him, meaning it got even tighter for Geto. 

“You heard the man, ‘m gonna fuck you angel. Let us know you’re okay.” He cooed, and even though his words were sweet he almost sounded like he was teasing you. 

You nod, eyes closed tight and nose scrunched at the sensation of two huge cocks stuffing you full. You thought your intestines must be forced to move to accommodate them, heavy breathing and soft grunts in your ears. “Good, so good.” 

Satoru nodded, kissing your forcibly puckered lips sweetly as he began to move inside you too. His eyes roll back for a moment, everything about this was perfect. Your silky walls pulsating around him, the feeling of Suguru’s cock rubbing against his only separated by a thin wall of tissue, the look on his lovers faces. He groans, tossing his head back as he fucks into you harder. He dreamed of a day like this, and now he could only pray this wasn’t a one time thing. He was already addicted to this, and by the looks of it so was Suguru. He hadn’t ever seen the man so relaxed, though he enjoyed it immensely. As if he could feel his stare, Geto opens his eyes to make contact with the man staring. He winked, a slight smirk. Your hips continued to buck, getting fucked no matter how you moved. Forward onto Satoru’s curved length abusing your pleasure spot or backwards onto Suguru’s impaling girth splitting you open. You feel that familiar sensation of fire building in your gut, your pants and moans getting closer together. The men look at each other, nodding breathlessly. They were close, like they had been since the moment they saw you undress. The feeling of your choking walls on both ends made it impossible to hold out any longer, though your body spasms tell them they won’t have to. Your grip on Satoru’s hair tightens, a wailing moan signifying your release as if the rush of cum surrounding Gojo wasn’t obvious enough. 

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna get both loads love, you want that?” Suguru grunts in your ear. 

You nod vigorously, head so empty you could only collapse against his chest, making him support the full weight of you. He didn’t mind at all, grinning ear to ear. He was hanging on by a thread, but it was his job to make sure everyone was happy. 

“You first Sato.” He groaned, clearly struggling. 

“With me.” The man pouted, the deal so sweet that Suguru couldn’t refuse. 

He nods, “With you.” He gulps, waiting for the tell-tale crinkle of Satoru’s nose to tell him when to release the burning coil in his gut. Satoru could tell that he was waiting for him, his thrusts to your cunt menacingly rough. It only takes a few more before his nose crinkles and mouth drops open, cock twitching inside you fucked out cunt. 

Suguru gasps softly, his hot load spurting off like an erupting volcano, quickly filling you up and forcing the rest to ooze out around him despite how well he plugged your hole. Satoru’s seed spills out into you like a dam had been holding him back, both sensations so warm and messy and delicious that you moan softly at just the feeling, head spinning as it falls back onto Geto’s shoulder with heavy breaths. 

Gojo slumps forward slightly, kissing your jaw with the most tenderness he had displayed all night. “I knew you could do it, hot stuff. That was fucking amazing.” He hums, fishing for an article of clothing to put under you. He finds Suguru’s shirt, and raises up enough to slide it under you with Geto’s help. They couldn’t have you staining the couch, now. Gojo slides out of you, leaving you on Suguru’s comfortable lap. The black haired man smiles at you sleepily, pushing some of your hair out of the way. 

“Yeah, it was, we hope you had a good time?” He hums as Satoru goes to stop  the recorder. 

You giggle and nod. “Yeah, yeah I did. I guess it’s time to get cleaned up and back to my place, for as long as I still have it.” You chuckle dryly, your entire body was a pile of mush, and you couldn’t move if you tried. You just didn’t want to overstay your welcome or make your problems their responsibility, despite their eagerness to take care of you. 

Satoru comes back with three bottles of water and a sheepish look on his face, an oddity for him. “I may or may not have forgotten to press record.” He says with a slight grimace, handing out the waters as an apology. Your amusement is clear, and you wonder if he did it on purpose.

Suguru laughs, and he can’t figure out if it’s at you or Satoru. “Hm, what a predicament. You’re not going anywhere.” He squeezes your hips and lifts you off his length, setting you back in his lap regularly. “We’ll get you cleaned up, and then you don’t have to worry a hair on your pretty little head about your place. You can stay here.” He said matter of factly, his arm hangs possessively around your waist. 

Gojo hums. “We could use a sweet lady like you. We’ll make up for that year of faked orgasms.” He winks and takes a swig of water. They make a convincing argument, and with the way Satoru wipes off the pearls of cum off your legs and the way Suguru carries you in his arms to start a shower, you have no doubt that they will take care of you.

I-I don’t know what came over me…. I read all of them… I loved all of them… I regret only binging them because now I want more

Masterlist 2023

Most of my fics are really dark and will involve further dark themes. Triggers are always listed at the beginning of every chapter, so please be responsible in consuming content. If you don’t like it, please, SKIP. 

REQUESTS or interactions are great and I am thankful for them. Pls be kind I am just a soft ball of dough in the hot oven world. I will definitely expand in the near future. 

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna Ryomen

Bon Appetite (dark) - Jock!Sukuna x Chubby!Reader

Status: Finished

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Epilogue

High School sure can be confusing for some, it takes a while to figure out where and how you fall into the dynamic of teenage cruelty. Although, you have more than your own emotions to figure out, all because you were caught up in his. 

Suguru Geto

Blessed Bruises (dark) - Yan!Priest!Geto x Follower!Reader

Status: Finished

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

You were too smart and snarky for your own good, in a bastardized shrine you don’t believe in, because of the death of your close relative you thought that was your chance for an easy out. But you’re not the God that gets to decide that, He laughs. 

SatoSugu

One shot (dark)  - The Future Looks Like a Concussion

Your cursed technique was found to be an underlying threat to the entire society, your mentors knew better than to dispose of you.

There’s this Satosugu fic where they bullied her all through high school then ditched her and college. She winds up pregnant with Satoru’s baby and he finds out and plots to force her to marry him, but kinda pushed Suguru off to the side which pisses him off and he goes to take her away ahead of time by saying gojo was try to take the kid from her and impregnating her himself. I really really wanna see it again so If someone can direct me to it I’d be grateful~

𖤐 — nsfw, boys kissin’ boys, voyeurism, top!geto, switch!gojo, bottom!y/n, brat!y/n, anal (geto fucks gojo), face sitting, pussy eating, 3sum, ABSOLUTELY ZERO PLOT + RLY LAZY ENDING :/

Satoru and Suguru making out in front of you as punishment for being bad. They’ll smirk into one another’s mouth when they hear your whimpers of desperation, Gojo being ever the tease will moan louder into Geto’s mouth, just itching to get a rise out of you. They’ll get touchy with each other, groping each other as they watch you rub your thighs together, starved and needy for their touch.

Watching them practically suck each other's faces off, watching them touch each other the way you want them both to touch you, it all makes you feel so unbelievably hot. You wanted to touch yourself, you wanted to touch them, you wanted them to touch you. They stay tongue fucking one another as you watch, Suguru pushes Satoru to his back, one large hand knotting into soft white hair, the other gliding down Gojo’s lean chest, pulling his shirt off as Geto makes it to the bottom.

Just as Satoru’s shirt comes off so does Suguru’s, both landing beside you— like there mocking you. Geto feels up Gojo’s bare chest, slowly he kisses his way down the light-haired man’s body, biting shallow marks into his pretty skin, making him whine lowly. And you rub your thighs together harder than ever, pulling at the silky ribbon tied around your wrists, whimpering out an airy, “please?”

The dark-haired man smirks against pale skin as you finally break your silence, Suguru only bites harder at Satoru, getting him to cry out and you to groan in frustration. “Please.” You hear Geto whine, high and girly, clearly mocking you. Satoru giggles at the pout that’s slowly spreading across your face, it almost makes him feel bad for you— almost.

“Crybaby~” The crystal-eyed man chided, teasing as ever. You were such a needy slut, you were their needy slut, cock hungry little bitch, ready to bend over for them at any given moment. And they were always there waiting, willing, wanting to give you what you were always so desperate for. So really they shouldn’t have been all that surprised when you started pitching an absolute hissy fit for not getting your way and yet they still stood wide-eyed as you started bitching and crying.

Now you’re sitting here— panties wet, pussy throbbing and you’re face screwed with the permanent look of a sulking brat while your boyfriends fuck in front of you. You take in shallow, almost choked, breaths, every time Suguru thrusts into Satoru’s ass. Geto’s black hair sways in Gojo’s face, sweat glistens on both their chests and highlights every inch of them, and you swear you can see their tongues shoved down each other’s throats— it all makes your pussy twitch.

“Please?” You whine once more, and this time instead of mockery, you’re met with an even greater wail than your own. “Yeah, Sug, please?” Satoru groans, pulling from his kiss with Suguru, making him look down, searching Gojo’s desperate eyes before looking in your direction. You pull your best puppy face as the stockman eyes you, his eyes flick back to Satoru’s pleading ones, contemplating.

And he gives in, because how could he not, when you're both pleading with him so sweetly?

He pulls you towards the two of them, positioning you to straddle Gojo’s pretty face, your bare cunt glistening in the giggly man’s face. Grinning like a schoolgirl, Satoru steadies his hands on your hips, to lick a long stripe up your core. While Suguru takes your mouth on his own, the kiss is anything but clean. It’s spit-soaked and gagging.

Gojo eats your pussy with fever, just happy to have your taste on his tongue, while Geto pulls away from your kiss, moving to nip and suck at your neck, instead.

Your pussy is so needy from waiting so long, every stroke of Satoru’s tongue over your clit is lighting you up, maybe you should smother Satoru’s face with your pussy more often. Suguru thinks the same, as he watches his boyfriend eat you out in the position, Gojo’s ass is like a vice around him, his ass clenching even tighter every time he hears you moan both of their names.

Satoru groans into your wet pussy, pulling you even closer to his face, smothering himself with your cunt, as he gets fucked in the ass by Suguru’s fat cock. You whimper as he pulls you closer, your hands finding purchase on the beside Gojo’s hips, and that’s where you’re met with the sight of his painfully hard and aching cock. His tip is flushed the pretty shade of red it always is, beading pre-cum slowly trails down the length of it, the base hard to look away from— enticing you to want to look, touch, taste, it.

Pumping the girth in your palm you feel the white-haired man start babbling nonsense into your wet heat, making you shiver slightly, squeezing him harder in your grasp. Suddenly Geto grabs up your hand, spitting into your palm lewdly, to help out with the jerk-off session, and your pumping Gojo faster than ever, while you start kissing Geto’s lips again, the kiss quickly deepening with tongue and teeth, as he fucks into Satoru’s ass, hips flush to thighs with each movement.

It’s so easy for you three to lose yourself in each other, intoxicated by one another’s presence, you could all stay like this forever.

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dropping this here for yall 👐❤️ satosugu

i present: n1pp|3 p|4y

warnings: NSFW/yaoi (yippi)/smut (n1ppl3 pl4y),if not comfortable w/ these topics please pls plis pls exit this and read something else, take care of yourself.

sry my english isnt very unique, might have spelling issues or grammatical issues im not in english class so dont fight me

satosugu/stsg no switch if u prefer sugusato/sgst sowwy. i also call them

st: satoru goejoe

sg: suguru gayto

yawn! it was getting late, st was sitting by the couch, watching a movie. sg noticed st outside, he walked over to st, trying not to disturb him.

"you still awake?" st said, noticing sg's footsteps, sg's eyes widened, rubbing his neck after he paused for a second, "i was just waiting for you…" sg blushed slightly, standing behind the couch. "are you just going to stand there?" st broke the silence between them. sg's eyes lightened up slightly, "ah, you dont mind if i sit next to you?" st shrugged, crossing his legs, "nah, do what you want."

sg hesistantly walked over to the sofa, "so… you like these kinds of movies?" st nodded, "yeah, helps me relax from time to time." sg nodded trying his best not to interrupt st's thoughts as he admired how his white hair fell to blue eyes. st could feel sg's eyes boring into his soul, he turned to look at sg, "you done staring yet?" sg's eyes widened, he turned his face to look back to the front, his ears reddening as he covered his lower half of his face. "sorry." he could hear st's chuckle, sg gulped slightly, his throat dry, like a lump had gotten stuck in his throat.

st turned to strech for a second, when he turned back forward the image of porn rushed over, "hah… just i thought this couldn't get any 'better" st rubbed his eyes, but something intrigued him.

"hey sg, lie down on the cough for me, i want to play a game."

sg raised an eyebrow but didn’t question what st was going to do next, so he obeyed st, lying down on the bed, st licked his lips hungrily as his hand wandered underneath sg's clothes, especially near his pecks. sg gasped, letting out soft moans as he rolled his head back, st smiled, lifting sg's shirt up, "bite." he simply said, which made sg fold, he bit down on his own shirt. st's lips then clung onto sg's nipple, his hand playing with the other, pinching it gently and flicking it.

sg's eyes widened, his whimpers and moans muffled, st gripped onto sg's long black hair, he tilted it back as he began marking his collarbone area, his free hand still rubbing and pulling on sg's nipples.

st chuckled, "you gonna ejaculate from nipple plat?" he said in a teasing tone, his hands still flickering on sg's nipples, sg blushed, gulping again. st shrugged, "whatever," he smiled before leaning forward and sucking on his pecks, making sure they were marked and swollen on each side.

"mmph…!" sg moaned out, st chuckled, lifting the waistband of his pants and underwear, "you came from just that? haah… i might just know what to do this night."

end (´,,•ω•,,｀)

lost moti, but i'll cook smth sooner or later. jinx fluff or bl type shit idk. thanks for reading to the end,love u all sm,drink water and eat something.

E. out 🫡

I’m stuck in a writers block soooooo my inbox thing should be open for stuff, I mainly write for JJK and dol so far as I’m in a fixed state for both those medias

do you write stsgxreader?

if so imagine geto brings you home from the bar just KNOWING gojo would fawn over you.. like some sort of gift to his lover .. a little plaything.. gojos allll over it the moment youre through the door

I do! I’m non stop thinking about these two…

ANYWAYS-

Warnings: not explicit sex, still 18+ : Geto being a tease and a meanie, very bad writing, bad dirty talk, fem reader, reader is referred as “pretty thing” swearing, pussy eating, slight chocking(?)

If I miss anything lmk

Also also: not entirely proof read, like usual some grammar and spelling mistakes; Grammarly can only do so much

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“She so pretty, isn’t she..?” Geto purred out as he tied his long black hair up into a bun. “So, fucking pretty” Gojo groans out, as he runs his hands up and down the soft skin. “Look at her, she is twitching so much,, isn’t she just soo needy mm?” Geto says in such a mocking voice. You don’t even know if he is trying to be nice. This is all so mean, they both are heartless. They're both talking at you like some kind of toy, a doll; the sheer audacity- “…A’h!” You whined out as the snow hair boy placed a soft kiss on top of your clit. “Mmm, look at the sugu she really liked that huh?”

The Gojo boy laughed as he laid himself on his stomach, shifting so your legs were on his shoulders. He just stares at the naked cunt in front of him, you tried to clamp your things, shifting away, fucking anything to stop the intense embarrassment flowing through your veins. Geto, the man who brought you here held down your hips, placing himself at your side. “Come on baby.. don’t try to run away now..” he gives you a false pout “You were so.. eager earlier”

Geto teases you, as memories of the heavy makeout and dry humping flow into your head making you whine. “Just be a good girl for Toru’ yeah? You can do that, right pretty thing?” Geto's voice drips in a liquid, making you heat up and ache. Geto's soft lips found yours as one of his slender hands found home on your neck. Just as he deepens the kiss, more whines, and moans are pushed out of you.

You arched up into Geto’s chest as you break away from the kiss and look down at Gojo, who is eating your pussy like he is starved. The sounds and his moans are boarding on pornographic, the sheer amount of greed that radiates from Gojo, as if you are nothing more than something to satisfy his hunger. “Mm.! Ah- Toru— it’s too much please..” you moan out laying back down as you cover your mouth trying to contain the whiny and high-pitched moans that escape you.

Your body twitched and jolts up every time his nose brushed against your clit. Geto hums at you as his hand takes yours, removing it off your mouth, he takes ahold of your other hands, raising them both above your head as he kisses up your neck. Reaching your ear he hums out “Aww pretty thing… we can’t have that not can we?” He sucks into your neck, making your on sought on moans grow, “we need to hear you pretty thing, how else are we supposed to know you are enjoying yourself..?”

His voice is nothing but a husk whisper in your ear as you clamp your thighs around Gojo’s head. At this point, you don’t think you can last any longer, Gojo’s fingers have made way into your pussy as they reach’s parts you didn’t know was possible, and his fingers are so fucking long. Gojo’s mouth attacks your clit not letting up as your hips raise and fall, your legs clenching and un clenching. It was all to much, the overwhelming sensation paired with both of the attractive men giving you their sole attention it’s so much, all to overwhelming.

Maybe you will have to give them your phone number, for next time. Yeah, definitely for next time.

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A/n: this just proves I’m bad at writing nsfw stuff, it’s okay tho hehehe

Do or Drink

Synopsis: You never expected a simple game between your new roommates would lead to you in your hands and knees begging for them

Cw: Afab reader, reader is referred to as she/her, exhibitionism, geto and gojo have sex, reader listens to them having sex, masturbation, a little degradation, cum swallowing, overstimulation, breeding, oral(m and f receiving), alcohol, 5.9k words

Satoru x reader x Suguru

“Today drained me” Gojo let out a deep sigh as he entered the apartment and plopped down on the couch.

You were finally moving in with your best friends. After months of searching for an apartment they offered you the guest bedroom in their apartment. You were quick to accept the offer seeing as the search was getting long and tiring.

“All you did was hold the door open” you scuffed watching him spread out and get comfortable.

“And you let it close before we could even get in” Geto said as he placed another box labeled kitchen on the table.

Gojo turned away with a pout “ My arm got tired”

Geto leaned down to kiss his pout from his lips.

“It’s alright my lazy boy, dinner is on you though” he laughed giving him another kiss.

You laughed watching the two go back and forth. This was something normal for the three of you. You would usually come over to hang out with the two and watch as they went back and forth between bickering and showering each other in loving kisses. The dynamic worked so easily for the three of you only now you wouldn’t have to leave early, you’d already be home.

You turned, staring at the mess of boxes. Your smile slowly dropped at the realization that you now had to unpack.

“Don’t worry we’ll help with the unpacking” Geto walked up behind you and slung an arm over your shoulder. It was as if he could read your mind.

Unpacking was hectic. Geto and Gojo bantered for majority of the time. You smiled softly listening to the two. You would now get the chance to wake up and listen to the two call each other silly insults that you knew neither meant. Gojo sighed doing very little apart from standing over your shoulder to sigh about how tired he was. Geto did most of the work seeing as you stopped occasionally to sneak snacks with Gojo. The room was filled with laughter as you all unpacked. By the time Gojo ordered pizza you had determined enough boxes were unpacked to truly relax.

“That was so much” you exclaimed as you took a bite out of your pizza.

“The two of you barely did anything” Geto rolled his eyes as he placed beer on the table for all of you to drink. “I’m surprised your even hungry after all those snack breaks”

“You could have joined us Sugu” Gojo said as if the statement was obvious.

You hummed an agreement too busy chewing to fully focus on the conversation. You continued eating and drinking a couple beers in the process until Gojo’s voice broke through your peace.

“Okay” he clapped to gain your attention. Geto sighed deeply knowing that nothing good would come after his loud attention grabber.

“I propose a drinking game to celebrate y/n moving in”

You and Geto shared a surprised look.

“That’s actually not a bad idea” you said with genuine surprise covering your faces.

“That’s a first” Geto whispered.

Gojo pushed Geto playfully as he got up to prepare the game. You turned to Geto knowing that nothing good would come from this game. Gojo called for the two of you to join him in the living room with a singsong voice.

“You’re too excited that scares me” you laughed as you sat down across from him taking one of the beers he brought out to drink.

“Does fun scare you” he asked as he laid out the cards.

You gave him a bored look scuffing at his childish comment. Being around Gojo brought out your child like wonder while Geto seemed to balance you with maturity.

“Whats the game?” Geto asked as he sat down and leaned against the wall.

Gojo stood up to dramatically announce the game.

“The game my friend and my beautiful lover,” he said making kissy faces at Geto “ is do or drink”

His dramatic nature made you laugh. He sat down across from you on the floor next to Geto. The game was quite simple. You were given a dare and if you chose not to do the dare you had to drink. You were nervous to say the least. Games like this usually lead to drunk bodies fumbling around doing drunk things. Laughter filled the room as the three of you went back and forth between doing wild dares and drinking when a dare too crazy was asked.

“Suck the banana! Suck the banana” Gojo chanted.

You were given a dare to perform oral on a banana. You were a laughing mess, way past tipsy. You licked the tip of the banana in a sultry way. Your tongue swiveled around the banana as your eyes locked with the two men sitting in front of you. They were starring at you with an intense gaze. You slid the banana into your mouth amazed at yourself when you didn’t gag. You push the banana deep humming as it touches the back of your throat. Their eyes were wide watching you. Something about being seen doing something so lewd sent a heartbeat to your core. You pushed your legs together forcing friction between your legs. You pulled the banana free from your mouth slowly. You stuck your tongue out and licked the tip one final time before you looked up at the blushing faces that were staring at you.

“Somebody has a lot of practice in that field” Gojo whispered before clapping at your performance.

You laughed as you took a bow feeling ease with their validation. The game continued and you felt your body getting heavier. Any remaining shyness was gone. The game seemed to go on for hours with empty bottles of beer scattering the floor and game cards littered next to them.

“It’s your turn” Gojo spoke pointing to you.

You picked up a car and read it silently. Your eyes grew wide and immediately flew to the eyes staring waiting for you to read the card out loud.

“I don’t know if I should do this” you said quietly with a nervous smile.

“Ooo is someone scared?” Gojo taunted you

You rolled your eyes and turned away.

“I’m not scared!” you slurred your rebuttal “I have to kiss the person to my left” your words grew quiet towards the end of your sentence.

All eyes landed on Gojo who was smirking staring at you. Your eyes landed on Geto who seemed to be thinking hard.

“I think you should do it” Geto spoke up leaning back smirking.

Your eyes almost popped out with surprise at his statement. Kissing Gojo was the last thing you thought you would be doing tonight. You sat , thinking maybe you should just drink but you were far too drunk to drink anymore. You sucked on a banana in front of the two, what harm would a simple kiss do. You crawled over to Gojo who sat smirking waiting for you. Geto’s eyes followed your movements watching with an intense gaze. You reached Gojo and placed a hand on his cheek. Your lips pressed against his with a small peck before you pulled away. You looked at Gojo who still had his eyes closed.

“Ah come one you can do better than that.” You turned to see Geto watching with his head sitting in his hand with an almost bored look.

You turned back to Gojo whose eyes were now on you with a patient look. You let out a nervous sigh before you pressed your lips against his. His lips were soft and so easy to fall into. Your lips moved against his and you found your body pressing into him.His hand smoothed down your side to your hip and squeezed softly. You let out a soft hum at the feeling of his hand against your skin. The kiss deepened and you began to get more into it. Your lips parted and he took his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You sucked on his tongue earning a soft moan from him. His other hand came up to grab the back of your neck pulling you deeper into him. You felt yourself being surrounded by Gojo’s essence. He tasted sweet and you were craving more. You had almost forgot about the eyes that watched the two of you kiss with an intense gaze. Geto sat up with a smirk appearing on his lips. His tongue slid across his bottom lip and a tent began to grow in his pants. Your tongue danced against Gojo’s fighting for dominance. Gojo was determined to win this battle. A string of moans fell past both your lips as the kiss became more intense. Gojo was the first to pull away. You followed after his lips completely forgetting where you were. You opened your eyes quickly at the realization. You brought your hand up to your mouth almost lost in a daze. The kiss was more than what you thought it would be. You felt yourself feeling warm all over. Your core was aching to be touched. You never thought a kiss with Gojo of all people would make you feel such a way.

“I think thats a great way to end the game” you laughed nervously as you stumble to stand up. You picked up your empty bottles to throw them away. The walk to your felt like walking through a hallway that could not stop moving. Your mind was covered in thoughts of gojo’s lips and the smirk that covered Geto’s face when it was all done. You sat on your bed with your fingers pressed against your lips. Gojo’s ideas were never ideas that anyone should trust.

You sat laid in bed waiting for the room to cease movement when pouding from the other side of the room came flooding through the walls. The one thing about living with Geto and Gojo was that the walls were as thin as paper. Your thoughts were cut off by a low deep groan coming through the wall. You sat up wondering if you were mistaking the noises you were hearing. There was a creaking of a bed and what seemed like a soft whimper coming from behind the wall. You placed your hand over your mouth now completely sure of the noise you were hearing. Your new roommates were fucking in the room next door. You could hear them as if you were in the room with them. A small voice came through the wall groaning about how tight his hole was. You felt embarrassed at the fact you were hearing this. You were even more embarrassed at how wet the sounds were making you. Your mind drifted off to the though of Geto dripping with sweat thrusting into his partner moaning about how he couldn’t get enough.

“Shh no no no” you slapped your head as an attempt to erase the lewd thoughts from your mind.

These were your best friends, your roommates, nothing more than that. It was wrong of you to think of them in such a way. It was even more wrong to touch yourself to those thoughts and noises. You couldn’t help yourself maybe too overcome by the alcohol. You hands moved on their own accord slipping into your underwear to circle around your clit. Each moan you heard from the other room left you desiring more. Any embarrassment was gone with the need to arrive at your orgasm at the same time as the two on the other side of the wall. No one would have to know about how you slipped your fingers inside of yourself and fucked yourself to Gojo’s needy moans. Little to your knowledge Geto’s ears could hear everything that went on in the house. No one needed to know but he knew.

Living with the two was hectic but it was something you couldn’t deny made you feel happy. The week that you had been staying there felt like a month. You were already getting used to the two bickering like children, the constant movie nights that Gojo would suggest and even the delicious breakfast Geto made. Your time staying with the two was full of good moments. They two loved having you. It was like a sleepover that never ended as Gojo continuously called it.

You sat in your room with music playing as finishing unpacking the rest of your things. Moving was a lot and you found yourself busy half the time to the point where you weren’t able to finish all of your unpacking. You unloaded box after box and began putting up your decorations. You smiled looking around, the room was finally coming together. The lights that you draped against the walls just needed batteries, the one thing you did not have. You walked out the room to the room next door, entering it without knocking. Your eyes grew wide at the sight before you. Gojo was turned away from you completely naked bouncing on Geto’s cock. Geto sat facing the door lips pressed against Gojo’s ear nibbling softly. Gojo’s moans paired with Geto’s grunts were filling the room. Geto’s eyes locked with you and you felt frozen in place. His hand gripped the fat of Gojo’s ass guiding him up and down on his cock.

“Mmh you like how it feels getting filled with my cock don’t you” Geto groaned eyes stilled locked with yours.

“Such a needy thing” it was as if the words were meant for you “You need my cock don’t you, you need to be stuffed to the brim huh” The words were whispered into Gojo’s ear but seemed to crawl towards you. His hand came down onto Gojo’s ass roughly and your eyes seemed to follow the recoil.

You shut the door quickly before finally finding the will to move. It was as if Geto had you in a trance. You walked to your room, the scene replaying in your head like a broken record. You were almost ashamed at how they had such an effect on you. This wasn’t the first time you were completely losing yourself for the two. You never felt this way before you moved in so why now. Your mind replayed the way Gojo held his head back riding Geto calling his name with silk like moans. Geto’s piercing gaze seemed to trap you where you stood and for some reason you didn’t mind. You were feeling pent up. You hadn’t had sex in ages and seeing those two getting each other off seemed to worsen how you were feeling. You took deep breathes attempting to regain your composure but the sounds of Geto groaning Gojo’s name through the door wouldn't let you catch a break.

“Ugh you guys are gonna be the death of me” you whispered the words as you walked to your room.

You could go without the batteries for now.

The next day felt drawn out. You had nothing planned for the day and packing was all done. You laid in bed sighing boredly. You were close to taking a nap until you heard Gojo’s voice calling your name dragging out each syllable. You sat up and dragged your feet to their room this time knocking before daring to enter.

“Come in” Gojo called

You opened the door to them sitting on the bed passing a bottle of alcohol.

“Since when do you knock” Geto smirked

You bit your lips remembering the night before.

“Sorry…about that” the words felt horrifying coming from you. You wanted to hide away from embarrassment.

“Did you enjoy the show ?” Gojo’s teasing voice broke past your thoughts.

Your voice was caught in your throat. If you were embarrassed before you wanted to melt into a puddle now. This was nothing new for them to tease you but it felt like you were standing in front of a crowded arena with thousands of beady eyes watching you.

“Is this what you called me for” you asked rolling your eyes.

Geto laughed at the way the two of you went back and forth.

“No, we want you to join us sit” he patted the spot beside him on the bed. Their faces were covered in tipsy smiles.You sat down and Geto handed you the bottle. You took a sip only to grimace at the bitter taste

“You guys trying to kill me?” you choked out gagging at the taste.

The two laughed at your reaction before Geto snatched the bottle and drank it as if it were juice.

“It was his idea to drink this mess but I wanted you to join me in this torture” Gojo said

He was never really much of a drinker apart from a beer or two here and there. One sip of alcohol could have him falling over like a giraffe. You took the bottle wanting to catch up to them.

“Im bored let’s do something” Gojo let out a dramatic sigh as he laid back spreading himself out on the bed. His long legs dangled off the bed while the other laid across your lap.

“Let’s play a drinking game” Geto proposed “I mean we’re already drinking might as well have some fun with it”

You bit your lip remembering the last time you guys playing a game. The feeling of gojo’s lips pressed against yours seemed to flood your memory.

“Uh I-” you started only to be cut off by Gojo whining.

“Ugh don’t be like that it’ll be fun, promise” he sat up with his face close to yours

“You might even get to kiss me again” his eyes darted down to your lips “I know how much you liked it”

You pushed him away rolling your eyes

“You wish. Lets just play”

Cards were laid out on the bed messily. You were laughing watching Geto draw a tramp stamp on Gojo as a dare.

“What is it?” Gojo asked trying to turn his head to see but failing to do so.

Geto pushed his face back and continued drawing.

“Be patient” he groaned.

His tongue was poking out as he focused on the drawing.

“That’s actually really good” you were shocked staring at his masterpiece.

“You know I wanted to be a tattoo artist for a while” Geto said as he finished the final touches.

“And done” he sat up and let gojo look in the mirror.

Gojo turned smiling brightly before pulling Geto into a hug yelling about how cute it was.

“It’s a butterfly” he yelled “And it matches my eyes” he leaned over to give Geto a kiss. You smiled at the two admiring their love.

“Alright you love birds it’s my turn” you loudly proclaimed.

You picked up a card and your eyes blew wide as you read it. It seemed to be an ongoing theme of your getting ridiculous cards for the night.

“Well don’t leave us hanging read it out loud” Geto’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“Strip ”

A chorus of O’s played through the room. How is it that you manage to get cards that always end in you doing something you would never usually do. You let out a heavy sigh.

“Hey how about we make it fair , if you strip we’ll do it too. Right Sugu?” Gojo turned to Geto who was silently nodding his head with a small smile plastered on his face. You looked at the two nervously. You stood up and slowly pulled your sweats down revealing lacy underwear that you had forgotten you were wearing. The boys eyes were locked on your slow movements. Your skin looked so soft and pretty with the pink panties you were. You lifted your shirt to reveal a matching bra to which the boys leaned forward intrigued by the sight.

“Oh my oh my” Gojo whispered a smirk daring to appear.

“Well take it off you two, you said I wouldn’t have to be alone” you said covering yourself suddenly feeling embarrassed under their gaze.

They simultaneously began stripping down to their underwear. You never really paid attention the the two but their bodies were obnoxiously toned. You couldn’t help the way you stared with your jaw low practically hypnotized by the sight.

“You’re drooling love. Take a picture if you want.” Geto teased

You grumbled at the comment

“Please you’re not all that” you knew you were lying. The two were like gods, face and body, but you would never admit that to them.

The game continued and the bottle of alcohol that was being shared was half way empty. Clumsy hands passed the bottle around as laughter filled the room. Your low lidded eyes watched the two bodies across from you giggle and press soft kisses to each others forehead. Any other person would have felt like a third wheel intruding in on a private moment but this was such a natural occurrence that it felt normal.

“Okay who’s turn” you slurred feeling the alcohol slowly creeping up on you.

Gojo took a sip from the bottle and placed it on the dresser next to him before loudly shouting it was his turn. He picked up a card and smiled brightly.

“Kiss the prettiest person in the room” he smirked looking up and you and Geto.

Geto shook his head and grabbed Gojo’s jaw pulling him in.

“This isn’t perks of being a wallflower” he pressed his lips against Gojo’s in a delicate kiss.

The kiss was short but you could tell the two wanted more.

“Ah come on you can do better than that” you spoke up mocking Geto from when you were dared to kiss Gojo.

Geto smirked knowing exactly what you were referring to. He gripped the back of Gojo’s neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. The kiss was hungry. It was as if the two were desperately waiting for this moment. Gojo’s hands massaged Geto’s skin as he leaned forward to deepen the kiss. His hands moved up Geto’s thighs earning him a soft moan from the other.

Your eyes were wide as you watched the pair. It was as if they had completely forgotten that you were in the room. You couldn’t seem to move. Your eyes were stuck in a trance watching the way Gojo’s hands moved up Geto’s legs. He was so close to the growing bulge in his underwear and you couldn’t help but silently hope that he took it a bit further. They pulled apart and you were brought out of your trance. You looked around the room suddenly finding interest in the walls and ceiling.

“It’s okay if you like to watch but it’d be so much better if you joined” Gojo’s voice was low as he stared at you with lust filled eyes. You stared at the two feeling hesitant but slowly crawled over to them. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the game cards only thinking of the two boys waiting for you. You kissed Gojo softly. His lips were just as soft as you remembered . It was hard to pull aways from him but Geto’s voice grabbed your attention.

“My lips are just as soft as his” he smirked at Gojo “Probably even better” He pulled you in for a kiss. His lips tasted like cherry. You craved the two of them. You pushed deeper into the kiss and wrapped your arm around his shoulder. Something had taken over you removing any nervous thought in your head. Gojo’s hand massaged your thighs making you feel warm all over. Between Gojo’s hands touching you inching closer to your core but never really touching you there and Geto’s lips dancing in sync against yours you were becoming more and more desperate for them. You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath. Gojo took this as his chance to pull you into his lap with his chest pressed against your back. His lips found their way to your shoulder while his hands played with the lacy material of your underwear. Geto pressed his lips against yours while Gojo’s lips sucked licked your neck in a repeated pattern. Gojo’s hands moved to your chest massaging gently. You moaned at the attention they were giving. Geto pulled away meeting your low lidded eyes.

“You willing to go this far darling?” his hand rested on your thigh,fingertips close to your core.

You stared at him and nodded your head slowly.

“Mm no no no we need to hear you say it, use your words” his voice grew lower “I know you can do it”

Your heart felt like it might burst from your chest.

“Yes” you whimpered

The two shared a dark look before Geto yanked you up from Gojo’s lap. He was able to maneuver you as if you were a doll. He had you on your hands and knees facing Gojo while he massaged the fat of your ass. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your ear.

“You know the traffic light system right” Geto’s voice flew through your ear, you almost forget to answer.

You nodded your head eagerly.

“What did I say about those words?”

You whined at his response. Your thoughts were all over the place. Geto’s hand gently massaged your ass leaving you desperate to be touched.

“G-green means keep going, Yellow means slow down and Red means stop” you voice was shaking as you said the words. You were overcome with a mix of emotions.

Geto hummed satisfied with your answer.

“Good girl, now open wide, we’re gonna stuff this pretty little mouth of yours.” Geto gripped onto your hair while Gojo pulled his cock free stroking it.

“Look at that, she’s fucking drooling for your cock baby” Geto’s voice was a teasing tone “You gonna give it to her? I think she should beg for it don’t you”

Gojo looked down at you biting his lip. His blue eyes stared deep into yours with an expecting gaze.

“Ple-please” you stuttered out “Please I want your cock so bad” Your eyes watched his hand stroke himself with a look of hunger. You wanted it to be your mouth getting him off.

“Aw, she’s so desperate Sugu” Gojo held the tip of his cock against your lips rubbing the precum over them.

“You can have me baby, only because you sound so pretty when you beg”

He pushed his cock between your lips groaning at how warm your mouth was. His hands moved to the sides of your head as he found a steady pace. His cock stretched your mouth out so perfectly. He fucked himself deeper into your mouth groaning when he reached the back of your throat.

“Fuck your mouth is so perfect” he let out a deep sigh.

Geto moved behind you and slid your panties down. His hands moved to spread your asscheeks giving him a perfect view of how your hole clenched around nothing. His tongue licked a long strip between your folds earning him a muffled moan.

“Fuck it feels so good when you moan around my cock” Gojo groaned “Keep doing that keep-fuck keep licking her pussy for me please” His moans turned into soft whimpered as his thrust picked up speed. Geto’s tongue lapped at your cunt messily eating you out. Between Gojo’s rapid thrust and Geto lapping at your pussy as if it was his last meal you were falling apart for them. Your muffled moans cause Gojo’s eyes to roll back. His moans fill the room matching your muffled ones.

“Shit you’re gonna make me cum” he groaned

Geto pulled away from your cunt breathing heavily eyes heavy with lust.

“She taste fucking amazing. You want a taste baby?” he leaned over to Gojo kissing him deeply. Geto’s hand wrapped around Gojo’s throat while he shoved his tongue into his mouth. The kiss was messy and you loved every second of it. You bobbed your head on Gojo’s cock desperate to hear his moans again. Geto pulled away and looked at Gojo

“You taste just as good”

Geto leaned behind you and kissed the fat of your ass. His hand came down smacking your ass cheek roughly. You jolted from the sudden spank whimpering as a result.

“Oh you like that dont you” he sat up and let his fingers massage between your folds. “You’re such a nasty girl letting us do whatever we want to you like this”

He slipped to fingers inside of you smiling at the way you arched you back at the feeling.

“I bet you were just dreaming about this” his fingers moved at at steady pace fucking into you.

“Oh I know she has” Gojo let out a laugh “She’s probably been fucking that sloppy pussy at the thought of our cocks.”

Geto groans at gojo’s words.

“So fucking filthy, thinking about your best friends like this” Geto’s fingers felt so thick filling you up.

Your thoughts were caught between Gojo fucking your mouth full of his cock, the filthy words that were spilling past their lips and the way Geto’s fingers filled you so deliciously. You felt yourself on the verge losing your mind without even having them fill you up. You rocked back and forth on Geto’s fingers chasing after your own orgasm.

“Look at how desperate she is fucking herself on your fingers sugu” Gojo held your head in his hands while he thrusting into your mouth as his eyes stared at how you grinned down on Geto’s fingers with an incredious look.

“She so fucking needy her pussy is drooling on my fingers” Geto’s tongue slithered across his bottom lip.

His hand held onto your hip while his fingers picked up speed at a brutal pace. The sounds of your cunt filled the room like music to their ears.

“You gotta cum on my fingers before you get this sloppy hole filled you understand” Geto’s voice was a low growl.

Your legs shook with anticipation. You were desperately chasing after an orgasm. You felt pure bliss feeling his fingers reach spots you could never reach.

“Aw you’re close aren’t you. Go ahead, cum on my fingers. Cum on my fingers so we can stuff this wet hole full with our cocks.”

His words sent you over the edge. You felt your juices dripping down your legs as Geto continued thrusting his fingers into you fucking you through your orgasm. Your choked moans could be heard even with Gojo continuing his brutal pace of fucking your throat.

“Ah your shaking so much. You think she can handle a cock Sugu?”

Geto smirked looking down at how your hole clenched around his fingers sucking him in.

“I think she can handle two” he smirked at Gojo.

Gojo pulled his cock free from your mouth hissing at the sudden release. You sucked in a deep breath still reeling in from your orgasm.

“What’s your color love?” Gojo’s voice was soft.

“Green” your voice was raspy.

The two smiled at each other. Gojo kneeled down bringing you in for a deep kiss.

“I want her mouth you can take her pussy” Geto said as he pulled his fingers out of you.

You let out a soft whimper. You needed to be filled.

“Please I need you to fuck me” you whimpered looking up at Gojo.

“I didn’t know you were such a needy thing” Gojo chuckled “don’t worry I’ll fill this pussy with all my cum okay”

He walked around to position himself at your entrance. Geto stood behind him and wrapped his arm around him to stroke his cock.

“How bad do you want his cock?” Geto asked while his hand stoked Gojo at an achingly slow pace.

You arched your back to put your ass in the air.

“I need it so bad.” You begged “ please fuck me please I need you to fill me up”

You never knew yourself to beg but you were desperate for their cum in the moment.

Gojo head lulled back onto Geto’s shoulder hearing your pleads. He thrusted into Geto’s hand as his whimpers filled the room.

“Please let me fuck her pussy, I need it so bad.” He whined in Geto’s ear.

“Aww you need her pussy that bad baby, well let me help.”

He moved Gojo’s tip to your entrance and slowly pushed his hips into you. Gojo let out a low groan while his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your warmth wrapping around you. Geto’s hands moved Gojo’s hips guiding his cock in and out of you. Both your and Gojo’s moans filled the room. Your legs were shaking from how thick and long he was.

“Does her pussy feel good baby” his voice was silky as he whispered the words in Gojo’s ear. Gojo was panting, nodding his head.

“S-so good” he was drowning in euphoria at the feeling of his cock sliding against your walls.

Geto moved to your mouth. He grabbed your chin making you meet his eyes.

“Open up for me baby”

He placed the tip of his cock at your mouth and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. The two of them began thrusting in and out of your holes. Your body jolted back Ned forth between the two of them . Geto’s hand gripped your hair and moved your head along his cock groaning at how your throat squeezed around him.

“Fuck, you didn’t tell me her mouth was this good” he groaned.

Gojo chuckled “her pussy feels so much better.”

They talked as if you were in the room. Their thrust were synchronized as they fucked you. You felt yourself losing your mind at having both holes filled. Your body felt weak. You knew your were coming close to another orgasm. Your legs trembled as Gojo’s cock pressed against the perfect spot. Your moans were choked,caught in your throat with Geto’s pace of fucking your mouth. You were completely gone with the only thing running through your mind being their cum drooling out of both your holes.

Gojo’s pace was slowly growing reckless. His hips stuttered as they fucked into you. His moans were turning into whimpers. Geto was trying to keep his composure but his groans turned into deep growls as he neared his orgasm.

“S-shit I’m about to cum you close baby?” Geto’s voice cracked

“So close oh fuck I’m so close” he whimpered “ Her pussy is practically sucking me in I know your close cum with us sweetheart, make a mess on my cock please”

You didn’t realize you had it in you to cum so much. Your orgasm flooded over you like a wave. You had never felt so out of body before. They followed close after you groaning and moaning as they each fucked your holes full of cum. Heavy breathing filled the room as their thrust slowly came to a stop. Geto pulled out of your mouth eyes locked in at how his cum dropped down your chin. His finger scooped it up and placed it on your tongue. You sucked without even thinking as if it came natural to you. Gojo pulled out smiling brightly at the way his cum drooled from your hole. Heavy breathing filled the room. You slumped down onto the bed turning on your back to face the ceiling.

“We should play this game more often,” Gojo said cheerfully.

You laughed nodding your head in agreement. Geto looked at Gojo both of them seeming to share the same menacing look.

“I think Satoru should clean you up.” He leaned down to peck a kiss to your forehead. “It wouldn’t be fair for us to just leave you full of cum.” He turned to Gojo who was already leaning at your entrance, eyes hungry. He walked over to kneel next to him

“Maybe I should help him, just to make sure he does the job right.”

You looked at your two best friends sitting eagerly between your legs.

“Just sit back we’ll take care of you”

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Suguru x Reader x Satoru

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠️ Warning: AFAB/ female reader, establish relationship (Getou x reader), threesome, double penetration, fellatio/ cunnilingus, anal (m + f), SatoSugu moments (very fruity), Gojo is a whiny bottom

Summary: You finally meet your boyfriend’s best friend. You didn’t see tonight taking such a turn.

Wc: 5.4k

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