Geto Smut - Blog Posts
HOLY SHIT AHHHHH
Risky Business
ఌ Pairings ఌ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader x Suguru Geto
ఌ Warnings ఌ MDNI- Cunnilingus, blow jobs, fingering, p in v sex, anal sex (fem receiving) creampie, double penetration, objectification low key, dollification if you squint, dirty talk
(I had this on a03 and accidentally orphaned it, oof lol)
ఌ Word Count ఌ 4,847
ఌ Summary ఌ Satoru Gojo is your boyfriend and decides to share you with his best friend 🫠💖
One Shot
You had always known that Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend, was a bit of a wild one, but you never expected him to suggest something like this. You had been together for a while now, and things had been going great. You loved him, the little shithead, the cute idiot he could be, but this was something you had never considered.
At first, you were taken aback. You didn't know how to react. You had never even thought about being with anyone else, let alone someone else at the same time as Satoru. But as you listened to him explain, you began to understand where he was coming from.
Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo had been best friends for years, and they had always shared everything. They had shared secrets, they shared women. You had been the first Gojo had been so serious about that it hadn't been a thing, and you always knew Satoru was possessive as fuck.
And now, Satoru wanted to share you with Suguru.
The fuck.
“Satoru… have you lost your mind?” You ask incredulously, as you two are lounging around after having fucked several times, a sweaty mess in his big four post bed.
He caresses your sweaty collar bone with his long fingers, blue eyes boring into you, devious smirk on his beautiful face.
“I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want, but fuck it would be hot. Him sharing you. Licking your perfect little pussy.” You moan softly, and his full lips smirk. “Maybe not him fucking you… I don't know how I'd handle that. But at least playing.”
You were still unsure, but as you looked into Satoru's eyes, you saw the passion and the longing there. You knew that he wouldn't ask you to do something that you didn't want. And… Did you?
Suguru was also your good friend, and arguable handsome as fuck too. Where Gojo was bright and pretty, Geto was dark and enigmatic. More serious as Gojo was goofy. Like a yin and yang, those two.
“But how do you know Suguru would…”
“Oh, he thinks you're beautiful. Who wouldn't? But he really does. He just holds back.”
You flush bright red, taking a shaky breath. Gojo laughs at your response. “But like… would it be complicated?”
“We've shared women before, haven't we?” You nod. You had brought home a couple of women before that you and Gojo had shared, usually after some wild party you all went to. But that seemed different? “If I had fun why can't you?”
“What does it make me?”
“Fun. Duh.” You snort at that.
“Wouldn't it be weird after?”
“He may fall in love with this perfect pussy, its true.” You smack at him and giggle.
“Not that!”
“Well, let's just see how it plays out. I want you to feel desired fully by both of us. Touching you everywhere.”
“Mnh.”
“Already wet at the thought?” His.long fingers find your aching cunt.
“Fuck. Okay. Only once!”
“Just once.”
****
You, Suguru, and Satoru all spend the evening together at Satoru’s place, having drinks, playing cards, and just relaxing. But something in the air was different, the way Suguru looked at you in your black little dress, the way Gojo showed you off, the comments they made…
When the three of you retired to Satoru's bedroom, the atmosphere grew tense with anticipation, with desire, with something unspoken between you all. You could feel the heat radiating off of Satoru's body as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing down your neck, unzipping the back of your dress. Suguru smiled at you, his eyes full of desire.
“Are you comfortable?” Suguru asks, standing in front of you. You nod, shyly, as his strong hand gently brushes down your arm. Satoru kisses the side of your neck, tickling deliciously, shooting desire down your body.
“Better not like his kisses better.” Gojo grumbles, and you and Suguru break out in laughter, easing the biting tension.
“May I?” Suguru comes close, cupping your face, and you're pressed between his big, strong body and Satoru's familiar hard and lithe frame. Your body is humming with pleasure.
“Yes.” You say softly.
And then Suguru kisses you softly on the lips, his sweet, as Satoru grabs your hips with firm hands, you sigh into his lips, while they both gently touch your body. Your tongues entwine, and then Satoru yanks you back, kissing you now, so different, possessive and brutal, the kisses you were used to, letting you know he's here for you.
Suguru is kissing down your throat, your back arches, ass against Satoru's already hard cock, breasts aching against Suguru's chest, hot and hard. Your hands go to his chest, and you're kissing him again, as Satoru eases your dress down your body, bit by bit.
“Show him how pretty these tits are, baby.” Gojo murmurs, you tremble a bit, and they both pull off you.
Suguru began to undress you with him, taking off your bra, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through you. His hands were gentle, but they moved with a confidence that made you feel safe and secure. You glanced over at Satoru, who was watching you intently, a look of possessiveness in his eyes.
“Very beautiful.” Suguru whispers, and you flush.
“Aw, you're so cute. Mind going wild?” Gojo teases you now, and you take a shaky breath, nodding. “Are you going to be our little slut tonight?”
“Our pretty little toy.” Geto’s voice is husky, and you're naked in front of them, as Geto’s hands trail down your frame.
“Yes… but… You all get naked. Not fair.” They snort in laughter, and soon they're shirtless. You breathe out, seeing Satoru's beautiful chiseled body next to Geto’s, strong and muscled and broad.
You have your hands on both of their abs, now, pussy wetter by the moment, and they're both kissing either side of your neck, tongues hot. You tremble, pussy throbbing around nothing, as Gojo’s hand grips your ass hard, and Geto’s touch is firm but easy, the contradictions driving you crazy.
“You okay baby?” Gojo murmurs. Soft whisper in your ear. You ease, feeling so safe, nodding.
“I'm good. Very good.”
Geto’s fingers go lower, to find your clit with rough fingers, and you gasp at the sensation, when he rubs little circles on your clit. Your eyes catch his, cat eyes a chocolate brown, a little smirk on his face, and Gojo is guiding you to the bed now, Suguru is sucking your wetness off his fingertips.
“Why don't you eat her out, Suguru?” Gojo says wickedly. And presses you down on your back, you cry out, a little whine, covering your face. Gojo softly eases your hands down.
Geto kneels on the floor, between your thighs. And Gojo is next to you, hovering over you, playing with your breasts, sucking on your taut nipples. Your legs are shaking violently as Geto’s strong hands ease them apart. He looks up at you, long hair falling just so in front of his face. You lean up to brush it back, tension and desire in the air, and Gojo watches you two.
“Do you want me to? To taste you, love?” Suguru asks, and you nod, then it's all too much.
Suguru's lips found your entrance, and he began to tease you with gentle kisses and gentle tongue flicks, hot and wet where you are aching now. You moaned softly, arching your back as you felt his hot breath on your most sensitive spot, making you wetter, pressure rising.
Your fingers tangled in Satoru's hair as he's kissing you, playing with your breasts. Suguru is pulling your pussy lips open wider, sliding his tongue in your hole now, hitting a spot that made you feel like you were floating, and you're close. So close.
“Do you want to cum on his face, my pretty little slut?” Gojo asks softly, and you cry out, him pinching your nipples.
“Y-yes.” Now your hands were in Sugurus long silky hair, and Gojo eased back to watch you cum.
“Then come.”
Suguru had been so gentle, but as your cunt is pulsing, you're so fucking wet he's drinking you, the sounds of his moans and your wetness obscene. His hands grabbed your thighs tightly. You're screaming, shaking, feeling waves of pleasure pulse through every nerve ending. You struggle to gain any sense of self anymore, absorbed with the hands and lips on you.
He eases up, his handsome face covered in your wetness, grinning with those white teeth. You giggled for some reason, and then you all were laughing softly, you were still shaking.
“That… was intense.” You murmur, Gojo scowls then, shoving Suguru out of the way, and then he's up by you, kissing you, and Gojo is between your thighs.
“You better not be better at that than me.” He bickered to Geto, who smirked, caressing your breasts now.
“I am pretty good, aren't I?” Your answer was covered by a kiss, then Gojo had your legs wide, spreading your puffy lips to start to flick quickly on your already sensitive clit, movements so fast they hit insane.
He was mercilessly devouring you, different from the ease that Geto had leisurely done, no, Gojo had to win. Always. And he knew you so well, he had you screaming in a minute, gripping his shoulders to hang on as he slid his fingers in, deep and thick, massaging your G spot.
“Well I didn't know we were using fingers. I'd have won.” Geto growled, and Satoru looked up, two fingers deep in your pussy, his face covered in your wetness too. You're embarrassed how wet you are, and the two seem to be in some wild competition, like you were in a basketball game.
“Mine are longer.” Gojo shoves two in you, so deep, and you start pulsing around them as you cum, hard, and he’s back down between your thighs, tongue and fingers working in perfect sync, making you fall apart. Your back is arched, and now Geto is rubbing your body up and down while you’re slippery against Gojo’s face.
You tremble, unable to form a thought from the pleasure they both had just brought you, when Satoru slides up, smiling devilishly happy, his face soaked. He wipes it on the back of his hand, before shoving his fingers in your mouth, having you suck yourself off.
“Hands and knees.” Satoru orders softly, menacing almost, his eyes insanely dilated making them hard to handle, a wild look to him. You do as he asks, without question, and Gojo is standing and turning you, so that he was in front of you and Geto was behind you.
You tense just a bit, looking up at him, and feeling Geto’s grip on your ass cheeks then, a little firmer, nipping you there and making you jump. Gojo smirks as he looks down at you, so dominating, so cocky, you love him. You love feeling like this, like his toy, like their toy, if only for tonight.
Gojo takes two fingers, opening your mouth, and Geto is kissing the backs of your thighs, his breath hot against your pussy again, making you moan, which Gojo used to pull out his cock, slapping his belly button, rock hard and huge. A cock that took a lot to get used to, and you still really weren’t. He taps your open mouth, your tongue, hand wrapping your hair into a fist.
“Suck my cock, beautiful. I want to feel those moans while he plays with that pretty pussy again, yes?”
“Yes. Yes, Satoru. Mnh.” You are already moaning, and now Suguru is sliding a finger into your sensitive pussy, thick, stretching you where you’d already tightened, and you gasp. Gojo is shoving his cock in your mouth, you’re sucking, moaning against him, he’s hissing and gripping your hair hard, Geto gently smacks your ass, fingering deeper, two now.
“Such a good little whore, isn’t she, Suguru? Doesn’t she feel good?” Gojo whispers, and you jump a bit as Suguru hits that spot inside of you, up and down, up and down, urging you further.
“She feels so good. Our little fuck doll, isn’t she?”
Fuck.
You were depraved and going to hell?
This was too hot.
You’re cumming, quick, urging Gojo to go deeper, to fill your mouth with his cock, tasting the precum as he fucks into your throat, forceful yet gentle, and they treat you like their object, and you love it.
Your muscles clenched around Suguru's fingers then, and you cried out in pleasure as he found your G-spot. He began to thrust faster with his fingers, matching the rhythm of Satoru's thrusts. You could feel your orgasm building, an unstoppable wave of pleasure threatening to consume you, making your throat take more and more of Satoru’s cock.
Suddenly, Gojo pulls away, and turns you, to where now you were face to face with Satoru’s cock, huge, thick and hard. You lick your lips, nervous a bit, since this was one thing you’d only done with Satoru. You tense, and Suguru gently takes your chin in his hand, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes.
“You’re so pretty.” He murmurs, and you melt a bit more.
“She’s only sucked my cock, but she’s fucking amazing. Aren’t you, baby? Do you want to show him?”
You nod, helplessly aroused, and open your mouth, Suguru eases his thick cock inside of it, you suck, gently, he moans, throwing his head back, and Gojo’s grip is hard on your hips, moaning as he watches you two.
“Mmm.” You moan around his cock, and he sucks in a breath, chocolate eyes meeting yours, intense in their want.
“You’re doing so good.” Suguru reassures you, and Gojo then was running a hand up your back, pressing down at your shoulder blades, making you arch, opening for him.
“Such a good girl.” He agrees, and then Gojo had your pussy wide open, and with one swift motion, Satoru thrust into you, filling you, stretching you out, and you’re crying out around Suguru’s cock.
As you felt Satoru's cock fucking you, his hands tight on your hips, you looked up at Suguru, watching his face as he felt your mouth stretch around his length. Your tongue danced over his tip, teasing him as you took him deep into your throat. Your fingers dug into the blankets below you, rocking back to take each of Satoru’s thrusts and the pleasure was hitting every nerve ending.
It felt so, so, so fucking good.
Suguru's breath hitched, and he gripped your hair tightly, his hips bucking against your face, a little more forceful, but he was still so caring. You tightened your lips around his length, using your tongue to tease him even further, flicking it against the sensitive ridge at the tip.
Satoru’s fucking you hard, shaking you with each forceful thrust, and reaches up to rub your ass hole with a wet finger, sliding a finger in as he continues to rail you, each sound loud as his pelvis smacks your ass, his balls against your clit. You’re whining, and Geto is matching his thrusts, all three of you in perfect sync, making you cum all ove Satoru’s cock then.
Suguru’s hips moved faster, his cock throbbing in your mouth, as you’re screaming through your orgasm, so wet you’re slippery, feeling Satoru grow harder inside of you. Suguru’s hands moved from your hair, cupping your face as he held you in place.
Satoru's breath was ragged now, his thrusts losing their rhythm. He looked down at you, at the sight of you pleasuring Suguru, and his control snapped. He slammed into you, the headboard banging against the wall as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside you, feeling your throbbing cunt as it came, so wet he nearly fucking slipped out before sliding back in your tight entrance.
Satoru’s grip on your hips tightened brutally, his nails digging into your skin, and both of them are whispering to you, encouraging you, you’re helpless to them, just being used for their pleasure. You fucking fell hard into it, brain fuzzy, literally just instinct as you feel yourself losing your sense of self, mindless pleasure driving you to greedily suck and fuck.
“Do you want to ride him, baby?” Satoru’s question shocks you. He is easing out of your sore pussy, making you cry out, looking back at him with wide eyes.
“I… huh?”
They laugh breathlessly, and you are so mind numbed you cannot form words, cannot form thoughts anymore, you have no clue what’s even fucking happening, all you know is everything is fuzzy. Satoru sits you on your knees, kissing you, so sweetly, and you sigh, arching your back. Suguru comes to kiss you, too, both embracing you from either side.
“Only if you want to, love. This is more than enough fun for me.” Suguru murmurs, and Satoru hugs you tight.
“Only if you want to, baby.” He also reassures you, both so sweet, showing you so much affection, it was so different from when they’d been fucking your mouth and pussy, now they just kissed your neck, your face, your lips.
“I’m nervous. This all feels so good… but I am a little…”
“You’ll be great. You are amazing at riding dick.” You hear Suguru laugh a bit, breathless, and both cocks are against you, Gojo’s on your ass, Suguru against your thigh. You didn’t know what you thought about fucking two men… at once? In one night? Your pussy was sure down with it, wet, aching and throbbing.
“I can try.” You murmur, eyes closed in ecstasy as they both work your body in sync, like they had some brain connection of where and how to touch you, Gojo so firm and a little rough, Suguru so easy and gentle/
It was too good.
Totally going to hell?
Maybe worth it though.
“I love you.” Satoru murmurs, and you ease then, for you had been just a little guilty feeling, having liked this so much. “I want you to experience this, at least one time, all the desire on you, you’re so beautiful.”
“Th-thank you. I love you.” You kiss him, and Suguru eases back, watching the two of you with a smile.
Suguru gets on his back, then, and you nervously straddle him, and Gojo is behind you, slick finger sliding back up your ass, pushing you forward to where you lay on Suguru now. He gently eases you down his thick cock, and the sensation of the differences does you in, and then Suguru’s hands have your hips, and he’s fucking you, thrusting up deep.
“Ah! Mnh. Su-Sat- Fuck.” They chuckle at you again, and Suguru is hitting your cervix, so deep, and you feel Satoru bends down, licking your ass now, before sliding a finger inside, crooking it, eliciting a cry as you feel yourself start to cum around Suguru’s cock, wetness seeping between you two.
Suguru's thrusts became faster and more urgent, his hips meeting yours in a rhythm that was almost painful in its intensity, and Satoru watched you, his eyes burning with desire as he slid his fingers down your clit, using the wetness to swirl around your tight little ass hole.
“Fuck, Satoru… are you?”
“You want it?” He murmured, and Geto paused a bit, both caressing you while Geto’s cock was inside your pussy and Gojo’s tip was thick, pressing against your ass, and there was too much, too much.
“I… be easy?” You murmur, looking back, Satoru kisses you, passionately, pressing further.
“Relax.” He orders, and you ease your body, spreading wider, Suguru is playing with your clit, and it helps you loosen up more.
Satoru began to slowly push into your ass now, hissing as he felt the tightness of your ass around his cock, and it was almost too much to bear for both of you, he did not go in very far, just a few inches, staying there, and now Geto moved again, also so gently, playing with you while Gojo took you from behind.
Their thrusts were shallow, easy, as you adjusted to this, this insane, heady experience that your mind couldn’t fathom. Suguru’s deep and powerful thrusts, and Gojo's easy ones, each one driving him deeper inside both of your holes. claiming your body, your mind, every sense you had.
You moaned around Suguru's mouth as he kissed you. your body arching back as he slid in and out of your pussy, as you felt the invasion of Satoru's length deeper from behind. Both of them were moaning, hissing, grabbing you everywhere, invading every inch of your body.
You were so full, so taken, and it was the most incredible feeling you'd ever experienced, but it was also impossible to handle, you started coming as Satoru pressed further, and the orgasm nearly wrecked you. You could not move, could not think, and they decided to help you, holding you up.
“You feel so good, so tight.” Suguru murmured, and you whined nonsensically, as Gojo’s grip tightened hard.
“You’re so good, baby, you’re taking us so well.” You eat up the praise, though you were doing nothing but being used deliciously.
“Feels… so goodl So so… ah!” You scream now, pleasure wrecking you, as they continue to thrust, Gojo’s hips slapping against your ass, you could feel the head of his cock deeper with each thrust, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you, Suguru slamming up into your cervix.
“Just our little slut. Our toy.” Satoru murmurs, moaning loud, now, and it was too much, all too much, you’re just shaking, screaming, arching your head and ass back as they use you. Use you.
Your arms are around Suguru’s neck, fingers digging into his broad shoulders, sweaty like you, trying to keep yourself from falling apart at the seams. Your muscles are quivering with the effort it took to handle both of their big cocks, their strong hands, the sensations you could have never perceived to be real.
Satoru and Suguru’s thrusts match again, and Gojo still takes it easy back there, gentle, kissing your back, bending over you, his sweat dripping. You arch your back for more, feeling so fucking good as they both pleasure you, completely owning you now, your body ws theirs.
Suguru’s eyes were dark with lust, inhaling sharply, and you look back at Satoru, your love, who is taking you so dominantly, his eyes insane, bright blue, love and lust in equal measures in them. Your face contorted in pleasure, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, and you can’t take it, you can’t anymore, it’s all too much, you’re just limp as they hold you up.
Your body bows under Gojo’s weight, as he’s goddamn near all in, just sitting there, and Satoru is pressing up, your pussy is throbbing around him, as the intensity of Satouru’s thrusts hurt, but felt so good, an intense, insane pain you didn’t know you could even fathom.
“Do you want us to cum in you, baby?” Satoru murmured, sliding in slower, even easier, having been so careful that it touched you deeply, knowing your body, your comfort level.
“I… y-yes.” You whisper, and you’re looking back at Gojo, meeting his intense gaze.
“Beg for it, for our cum, pretty little whore.” Gojo urges, and you gasp when he presses in hard, and so does Suguru, both groaning in the quiet room, the smell of desire and sweat and sweetness in the air.
“Please… Suguru.” You look at him, and his brows are low over his hooded eyes, his lips parting.
“You want me to cum in this perfect pussy?” He whispers, and you nod fervently, feeling yourself about to fucking explode, unable to focus, looking back at Satoru, your love, who was tense, barely moving.
“Please cum in me, Satoru. Please.” You whisper, and he bends down to nip your shoulder, your neck, your back, and then they’re pushing in, the rhythm off for the first time, both groaning and hissing.
You’re moaning their names, as their thrusts are frantic, your voice echoing the room as the pressure builds and builds, threatening to consume you whole. They both slow, and then groan your name, goddamn near simultaneously, and Suguru’s cock is throbbing in your pussy, hot cum shooting inside of you, and you’re coming around it, and Satoru is pressing deep.
As Suguru shakes under you, gripping you so tight, Satoru’s coc throbs inside of your ass hole now, hot seed spilling in, and they’ve both painted your insides, your body convulse in pleasure as you’re overcome by the intensity of their releases. Gojo is clinging hard, panting, and Suguru is playing with your breasts, sighing his own pleasure, and it hits you again.
Your voice is raw and hoarse from the effort of holding back, and finally your climax is there, the last one, after so, so many. You’re weak as your voice breaks during your scream, and finally your body is trembling from aftershocks, and they are both holding you, and you are spent in their strong arms.
They both ease out of you, Satoru hurting quite a bit as it was not something you two had done but once, Suguru was also so careful, and you felt their cum inside of you, feeling deliciously wicked and so good. Sugurus started pouring from you, as you were on top, all over his cock, along with your cum, while Satoru’s stayed, so deep, and you wondered at the sensation.
You fall down on the bed, spent, drenched in sweat, pussy and ass filled with cum, with saliva, with your wetness… you’re convulsing, and Satoru is there, holding you tightly, kissing you so deep. Suguru eases back, just smiling softly at you, leaning up on his arm, taking your hand and kissing it softly, showing his support, his care… something so dirty became so sweet.
“That… was… fuck. I am going to hell, huh?” You mumbled, and they both chuckled, Satoru pulled you close, staring down at you with those intense eyes, his white hair falling over his brow, so beautiful.
“We will too. You didn’t do anything wrong, I asked for this… Suguru also wanted this. Don’t think too much.” He kisses your cheek, and you peek at Suguru, your friend, feeling so nervous… but he’s grinning.
“I had way too much fun. Definitely going to hell.” He mused, and you managed a little giggle, chest heaving with your breath.
“That was a lot.”
“Too much?” Gojo asks, brows knitting together in concern.
“It was amazing but… yeah, a lot. It was a lot.”
“We are a lot.” Suguru mused.
Gojo stayed a little more serious, caressing your face. “I told you, one time, don’t get any thoughts in the addled brain.”
You snorted at that, and Suguru pouted. “Once? No way.”
“Yep, once. You’re gonna have to just jack off to the thought.” He blew Geto a kiss, and Geto flipped him off with a wink. You giggle.
“Once a year?” He asks, bold, and Gojo sighs, shrugging a broad shoulder, yanking you to him.
“I say just once. But you never know. I’m kind of fucking random. I know she sure loved it.” He kisses you, and Suguru eases off a bit, and you look at him, with curiosity, and a little stress.
“I don’t want shit to be weird.” You murmur. He smiles, shaking his head, brushing your messy hair back and kissing your forehead.
“I knew as soon as I became friends with Satoru that shit would be weird.” You snort at that, and Gojo scowls. “I’ll be at your service if you ever require, though, because this was by far the best experience I’ve had.”
“Dream on, Suguru. Go away.” Satoru waved him off, and Suguru just grinned, kissing your forehead sweetly. You catch his hand.
“Thank you, Suguru… for being so careful with me. So sweet. It was so much fun, really.” You say, and he nods at you, pressing a kiss on your lips, so sweet and gentle.
“Ah-ah. Kisses are done, brats.” Gojo shoves him off you, and you all laugh, and soon Suguru has left you two the room, and you’re snuggling with Gojo.
“I love you so much.” You say softly, your heart thumping hard in your chest, and Gojo smirks at you.
“You’re such a fucking freak. Knew it.”
“Fuck off!” You shove at him a bit, but he has you pinned under him in mere seconds, studying you.
“I had fun, too. But I don’t think I’ll share you again.”
“Don’t share me. I’m yours. Whatever you want.” You whisper, and he moans, kissing you deeply. “But it was fun.”
“You had too much fun, little slut.” He taps your nose, then he’s bracing himself on top of you. “Who’s better?”
“Gojo!”
“I won, didn’t I?” You bring him down to kiss you, smiling into his lips.
“You won.”
roomatewithbenefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.
your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.
you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.
"how was work?" you ask.
"awful," he sighs.
you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.
he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.
"wanna get in?" you offer.
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the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.
from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.
his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.
"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"
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please elaborate on virgin gojo…..…
of course (ㅅ´ ˘ `) !!! context + wC. 665 warns. fem reader (s!her) oral, geto’s a cck, virgin!gojo / sorta loser!gojo, oral (m & f receiving), spit, premature ejac :3, feet (just a lil sorry)
gojo’s piercing blue eyes quickly flicker between you and your boyfriend, each glance carrying a subtle shift in his expression before his deep, dark pupils start to dilate, expanding like eclipses engulfing his irises, betraying a mix of emotions.
above him, you’re prettily laid out, fingers pulling to separate the puffy folds of your pussy, revealing your needy clit — per geto’s request — for gojo to gawk and drool at.
gojo talks a big talk, calling himself a virgin by “choice”. explaining that if he truly wished, he could have any girl he wanted, but that it never interested him.
which is bullshit. he was too awkward— perverted around women, could barely even hold a conversation without his dick growing hard at innocent little things like watching their lips move when they talk.
geto, as his best friend, felt like it was his job to teach him how to please a woman if the chance ever came up outside of well, now.
“just use your tongue, but go slow. she likes it like that”
geto’s words pulled gojo back to reality where you’re waiting for him.
refocused, those piercing blue eyes now clear watching your pussy flutter, clenching around nothing, practically begging for his tongue.
he looks over at geto, nods, letting his tongue loll out with a subtle “ahh” before pressing it against your eager little slit— his eyes languidly rolling back.
“f-fuck tastes so good” he’s moaning against your cunt, eyes blinking to look up into yours for approval.
and you’re tugging at your perky nipples as your hips start to roll gently against gojo’s flushed face— your clit brushing against his nose.
“yeahh just like that,” geto hums. “does it feel good, baby? use your words, pretty girl. gotta let him know.”
you move to prop yourself up on your elbows, sliding your hand to the back of gojo’s neck grazing his fluffy undercut.
“‘s good ‘toru, but i want your fingers, too. can you give them to me, hm? please.”
geto hums, “always so greedy”
without thinking, gojo’s nodding so eagerly against your slit, pulling back to lick at his now swollen lips— his chin all soaked with your mess before pressing his pointer finger against your slit, tracing your hole, circling against your pretty little — wet — clit.
“aw, so cruel, satoru don’t tease her” geto purrs, prompting gojo to push in, slowly — eyes locked onto yours to watch the way you react to the stretch of his finger as he adds a second one.
you look so cute with his fingers sliding in and out of you— soo cute, gojo tilts his head forward slightly to let a plump stream of spit slip past his pursed lips, watching as it hits your clit before sliding down to where his fingers scissor in your cunt.
“fuck” geto laughs, his fist wrapped around his heavy cock “makin my pretty pussy all messy”
you whine up at geto— staring at how he lazily stokes himself, strands of long black hair curtaining over his eyes before he pushes it behind his pierced ear, “‘s okay baby you can do it. show him how good he’s making you feel, go on. i know you want to”
you’re pulling gojo’s face closer, back arching against the sheets as you cum on his eager tongue — geto moves from where he’s standing, till he’s right next to you pushing his tip past your lips to jerk his warm load into your mouth.
gojo got so caught up in eating you, he didn’t even realize he’d been humping the edge of the bed till he’s cuming in his pants— oozing through the material, staring down at the growing dark spot.
soo embarrassed he covers himself with his hand, wincing when you press your arched foot against him— grabbing the base of your ankle.
“how cute!”
please elaborate on virgin gojo…..…
of course (ㅅ´ ˘ `) !!! context + wC. 665 warns. fem reader (s!her) oral, geto’s a cck, virgin!gojo / sorta loser!gojo, oral (m & f receiving), spit, premature ejac :3, feet (just a lil sorry)
gojo’s piercing blue eyes quickly flicker between you and your boyfriend, each glance carrying a subtle shift in his expression before his deep, dark pupils start to dilate, expanding like eclipses engulfing his irises, betraying a mix of emotions.
above him, you’re prettily laid out, fingers pulling to separate the puffy folds of your pussy, revealing your needy clit — per geto’s request — for gojo to gawk and drool at.
gojo talks a big talk, calling himself a virgin by “choice”. explaining that if he truly wished, he could have any girl he wanted, but that it never interested him.
which is bullshit. he was too awkward— perverted around women, could barely even hold a conversation without his dick growing hard at innocent little things like watching their lips move when they talk.
geto, as his best friend, felt like it was his job to teach him how to please a woman if the chance ever came up outside of well, now.
“just use your tongue, but go slow. she likes it like that”
geto’s words pulled gojo back to reality where you’re waiting for him.
refocused, those piercing blue eyes now clear watching your pussy flutter, clenching around nothing, practically begging for his tongue.
he looks over at geto, nods, letting his tongue loll out with a subtle “ahh” before pressing it against your eager little slit— his eyes languidly rolling back.
“f-fuck tastes so good” he’s moaning against your cunt, eyes blinking to look up into yours for approval.
and you’re tugging at your perky nipples as your hips start to roll gently against gojo’s flushed face— your clit brushing against his nose.
“yeahh just like that,” geto hums. “does it feel good, baby? use your words, pretty girl. gotta let him know.”
you move to prop yourself up on your elbows, sliding your hand to the back of gojo’s neck grazing his fluffy undercut.
“‘s good ‘toru, but i want your fingers, too. can you give them to me, hm? please.”
geto hums, “always so greedy”
without thinking, gojo’s nodding so eagerly against your slit, pulling back to lick at his now swollen lips— his chin all soaked with your mess before pressing his pointer finger against your slit, tracing your hole, circling against your pretty little — wet — clit.
“aw, so cruel, satoru don’t tease her” geto purrs, prompting gojo to push in, slowly — eyes locked onto yours to watch the way you react to the stretch of his finger as he adds a second one.
you look so cute with his fingers sliding in and out of you— soo cute, gojo tilts his head forward slightly to let a plump stream of spit slip past his pursed lips, watching as it hits your clit before sliding down to where his fingers scissor in your cunt.
“fuck” geto laughs, his fist wrapped around his heavy cock “makin my pretty pussy all messy”
you whine up at geto— staring at how he lazily stokes himself, strands of long black hair curtaining over his eyes before he pushes it behind his pierced ear, “‘s okay baby you can do it. show him how good he’s making you feel, go on. i know you want to”
you’re pulling gojo’s face closer, back arching against the sheets as you cum on his eager tongue — geto moves from where he’s standing, till he’s right next to you pushing his tip past your lips to jerk his warm load into your mouth.
gojo got so caught up in eating you, he didn’t even realize he’d been humping the edge of the bed till he’s cuming in his pants— oozing through the material, staring down at the growing dark spot.
soo embarrassed he covers himself with his hand, wincing when you press your arched foot against him— grabbing the base of your ankle.
“how cute!”
thinking about suguru and satoru eating your pussy at the same time heje
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine them both between your thighs, staring hungrily at your dripping pussy before gojo breaks the ice and thumbs at your already sensitive clit
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto soothing your little trembles by gently stroking your thigh, maybe even giving it a few kisses of encouragement <//3
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both of the men using one strong hand to push your plush thighs open, exposing yourself even more to them. if you dared try to shut your thighs even a tad they’d be pushed right back open, along with a quick slap the soft skin curtesy of geto
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine the two friends bickering for a moment before geto finally caves and lets gojo have the first taste
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine gojo wasting no time spitting on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, tongue immediately caressing your sensitive nub. he couldn’t decide between roughly sucking on the poor thing or moving his tongue side to side sooo he settles on both! he hollowed his cheeks, holding your clit in place while his tongue continued moving with vigor
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto sucking on the soft skin of your thighs while his hand finds purchase on your bare breast, squeezing roughly every once in a while to keep you on your toes
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto slowly kissing his way towards your center before nudging gojo’s head with his own, giving the man a cheeky smile
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both men looking up at you before—
“a-ah!!! oh my-” your back suddenly arched off the bed as you felt not one, but two hot tongues on your clit. one slowly moving up and down, like they were trying to savor the taste of your essence—not too hard or too fast….just sensual. the other tongue on the other hand settled on quick, harsh licks sooo basically the exact opposite.
“s’good right ?” gojo slurred into your pussy, now sloppily kissing his way down to your dripping hole. geto took this as an opportunity to cup your entire clit in his mouth, while his tongue drew soft circles around the nub. geto hummed around your clit, spit dribbling from his lips from the sloppy kisses he was giving your weeping pussy.
all it took was gojo shoving his tongue in your pussy for your back to arch slightly off the bed as you came with a loud, pathetic whine. gojo moaned just as loud when he felt your cum began to coat his tongue in little waves.
geto pulled away from your clit with an obnoxious pop! dark eyes admiring at the mess your pussy has already become. “lemme get a taste,” he mumbled, leaning his head down to lick a slow strip up your pussy. but one lick was not enough! and it wasn’t long before gojo got a little jealous and smacked geto on the back of his head, a small grunt leaving him.
“‘fuck was that for?” geto hissed, but gojo didn’t even bother glancing at him, his attention focused solely on your soaked center. his long fingers ran slowly up and down your petal soft slit, occasionally applying light pressure to your clit. without warning he plunged two fingers in with a lewd squelching sound following, “we’re supposed to be sharing don’t be so greedy, now let’s make her cum again.”
“j-just be gentle m’still a little— hah! sensitiveeee,” your request fell on deaf ears as both mens tongues were on your clit once again. they went from synchronized licks, to each giving your clit an open mouth kiss, to taking turns slapping your pussy.
you tried to keep your eyes on them but you could only handle so much before you head fell back against your bed, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “m’gonna put my fingers in sweet thing,” geto mumbled into your thigh, giving it a sweet kiss before plunging two fingers inside you. getos fingers began doing a scissoring motion, and to help you avoid the stinging stretch gojo sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.
“i’m gonna cu-cum againnn, you’re gonna make me—” your body tensed as another orgasm washed over you, a much pleasing sight for the two men before you. “fuck she’s squeezing me real fucking tight, ease up yeah? gonna make it real hard for gojo to put his in too,” geto growled, curling his fingers in the most delicious way possible.
you whined something along the lines of ‘i’m tryinggg’ and gojo could’ve just ate you up the way you were being so cute. “hehe she’s so cute the way she’s trying to keep it together, just let go baby we’re right here to catch you,” gojo giggled menacingly, his two fingers slowly prodding at your entrance.
“don’t forget to go slow, don’t wanna hurt the poor thing now,” geto patted your thigh before giving it a sharp swat.
it took a little time to get you used to the stretch of four fingers inside your tight little pussy, but you managed like the good girl you were for them. “oh my fuckin’…” your mouth dropped as both men began to move their fingers at a semi-fast synchronized pace, digits bumping against that special that had your toes curling.
geto eyed your lonely breast and brought his free hand up to tweak at your nipple, gojo following suit. there was so much going on and your poor little brain could only handle so much before you were spluttering out nonsense making the two men chuckle.
“look at how wet she is….dripping all over the fucking bed,” geto groaned, pushing his aching erection against the edge of your bed. anything to find a little relief he’s only human. “she’s squeezing so tight i think she’s gonna cum again!” gojo moved his hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had your thighs trembling.
you weren’t able to give them a verbal warning of intense orgasm, the only signal being being the clear stream of cum shooting from your pussy each time they pulled their fingers out. “catch some, but don’t swallow,” geto grunted, shoving gojos head down to catch some of your squirt in his already watering mouth.
once you were done they both slowly pulled their fingers out, a small whine leaving your lips from the emptiness. geto turned to gojo, his breathing uneven. “you know what to do,” he nodded his head towards you and gojo quickly understood, slowly crawling up the bed to where you laid, glazed eyes staring up the the ceiling with a fucked out smile on your face.
“open your mouth for him,” geto grunted squeezing the plushness of your thigh. you obliged and slowly opened your mouth, quickly met with the tart, tangy taste of your cum mixed in with a little of gojos spit. geto hummed happily giving your tummy a soft kiss, “that was fun, messy but fun nonetheless.”
the next twenty minutes were spent catering to your every need ofc. gojo having you between his legs, long arms wrapped around your waist while geto gently cleaned the mess up between your thighs. “did so good for us angel, thank you for letting us indulge in you,” gojo smiled, giving your hip a loving squeeze.
they both had raging boners but in this moment it was all about you but hey!! maybe once your rested up you’ll let them put both their dicks in you!! but don’t tell gojo that rn he might bust in his pants the poor thing :((
THREE’S A CROWD.
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Synopsis. Satoru's a firm believer that his polygamous fantasies involving Suguru and his girlfriend would never come true under any circumstances… until one night it does.
WC. 11.5k
Genre. NSFW, alternative universe.
Warnings. M/F/M, M/M/F, sub!gojo, dom!geto, switch! reader, cuckolding, oral (male and female receiving), ass play, anal (male receiving), vibrator, double vaginal penetration, biting (hickeys), dry humping, unprotected sex, spanking, spitting, dirty talk, praising, overstimulation, hair pulling, cum eating.
MASTERLIST
In the tapestry of life, Satoru would like to think of himself as a good friend. The best friend.
His relationship with Geto Suguru transcends a passive bond, to say the least. Like alternating piano keys, there’s a captivating sense of contrasts and commonalities; Satoru, who brings spontaneity and vibrancy, is often balanced by Suguru’s grounded nature. They are two diverse personalities that somehow created a compatible dynamic, eventually belonging to opposite sides of the same coin.
The universal law states that true friends wouldn’t double cross each other, betray each other's secrets or ignore one another during a time of need. And a friend most definitely wouldn’t have an embarrassing crush on the other, let alone their girlfriend too.
By all means, it wasn’t intentional. And if Satoru could control his emotions by keeping a lid on it, he’d have no qualms of doing so. It’s been three years since his best friend had been swept off his feet by the beauty and charisma of a certain woman. And Satoru couldn’t help but feel jealous at first—no, agitated. Agitated that his friend, who he used to be joined at the hip with, could barely make time to answer his texts, let alone meet up in person every week like they used to.
But also jealous.
It’s comical, really. Satoru wasn’t necessarily in love with Suguru. That would be absurd. Absurd to catch feelings for someone you’d only consider a friend. Absurd to think that a few drunken kisses and a hazy one night stand in the sheets could develop into anything more than friends. When Satoru woke up the next morning to find the space next to him vacant of the raven haired man, only to reappear a week later all nonchalant as if he hadn’t mounted his best friend in his bed without forethought, he gets the hint.
Satoru doesn’t mention it, and neither does Suguru. So they keep up with that dance for as long as they can.
He despised you at the start. To him, you were the woman that stole his friend away from him. It was you who broke their regular routine and had Suguru busy with your stupid avocado breakfast bagels and bowling dates. And it was you who made Suguru abandon and neglect Satoru for the first time in the ten years they’ve been friends.
But when Suguru invites him out to a small get-together that you happened to be at, and his azure eyes meet yours, all of his devices have broken down. You were reserved, calm, collected. Possessed the ability to keep a level head even under pressure. Every quality that he had lacked yet felt inexplicably drawn to. His desire for inclusion only surged further after that night. At first, Satoru brushes it off as him merely wanting to be part of something Suguru’s involved in under the pretense to spend more time with him. But then he finds himself drawn to your connection with Suguru, how you compliment one another. He believes his heart has space for one more and he wants to enrich what you two have rather than disrupt it. The more he’s around you two, the more he begins to develop unwanted fantasies that has him fisting his cock in the confines of his own bedroom.
“Hey, Satoru.”
The silver-locked man hums back absentmindedly. He remains still with unwavering focus when his friend calls for him. His eyes are fixated on the avatar plastered on the TV, remotely controlled by the console in his hands as his fingers vigorously dance on the buttons in rapid movements. He’s hunched forward, tongue poking out in concentration as he’s determined not to break his current winning streak. Suguru wasn’t one to consider himself a gamer, but watching his friend fully indulged in the experience with no awareness of his surroundings provided enough entertainment.
“What do you think of [Name]?” Suguru casually asks, hand picking into the bowl of crisps in his lap as he pops one into his mouth. The question catches Satoru off guard, but only discreetly. His fingers stop moving momentarily before quickly reimmersing himself in the gameplay. “What do you mean?” Satoru mutters in false disinterest. He doesn’t take a second to look at Suguru. Because if he does, there’s no doubt his friend would notice the questionable crimson hues painting his face.
“I mean...” Suguru sighs out before putting the bowl away. He brushes his hands together in an attempt to dust off any salt residues on his fingertips. “You’ve met her already. What was the impression like?” He elaborates before turning to face his friend. Given where this conversation was headed, the speed of the controller clicks seems to be at the same pace as Satoru’s heartbeat. There’s a visible gulp in his throat as he watches the avatar on the screen lose points with every passing second. He clears his throat with a small shrug in an attempt to maintain his composure, “She… she seems nice.”
“That’s it?” Suguru arches an eyebrow, “You can say hot. I won’t get offended.”
Satoru’s avatar is barely hanging on by a thread at this point, and no matter how fast his fingers press on the buttons of his console in an attempt to salvage his level at the game, the distraction is too significant to overlook. “Well, yeah. She is.” Satoru admits before wetting his lips nervously. Suguru’s silent, eyeing his friend with an indescribable look before looking back at the screen. He drops the newsbomb not even a minute later, “Things are getting serious between us. I think I might ask her to move in with me.”
The solemn audio cue accompanying the dramatic font of ‘GAME OVER’ at the centre of the screen was enough of an indication that Satoru is grappling with the challenge of suppressing his emotions. The muscles of his forearm strain as he squeezes the gaming console. And he makes a mental note to start counting the pixels on the screen in an effort to calm down. Suguru acknowledges his friend’s sudden change in demeanour. Nevertheless, the tone of his voice remains neutral, “Too soon?”
“No… not at all.” Satoru clears his throat before relaxing his grip. He unenthusiastically presses replay. “You two are perfect.” Satoru mumbles, "You're... perfect for each other.”
With no place for me there, he thinks.
Satoru thinks he’s disgusting for it; having unreciprocated feelings for not just one but two people at once. He wasn’t a polygamist per se, but if he was given the chance to have you both at the same time, he’d jump at the opportunity without a second thought. That much he’s willing to admit.
But no one needs to know that.
So when he gets invited to a small dinner at your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Satoru doesn’t question it. And when you both insist he stays just a little bit longer past twelve in the morning for a few more drinks, Satoru doesn’t question it either. With the main course out of the way and dessert halfway finished, Satoru finds himself content. He enjoys it; being here with you two, like this. Surprisingly, he doesn’t feel like a third-wheeler that’s intruding on a couple engrossed in their own little world of rose-coloured glasses. Rather, he finds himself blending into your dynamic every time. How could he not confuse those feelings of mere inclusion with a romantic attraction?
But when your hands slither to Satoru’s thigh, lips pressing against his neck while Suguru had his back turned away from you two to put away the dishes, that’s when Satoru starts questioning everything.
He’s frozen, his surroundings still. Every muscle and bone underneath his skin falls rigid under your touch. He blames the alcohol for your behaviour yet he blames himself for not building up enough strength to push you away when his best friend is merely a few feet away at the kitchen sink. You were seated right next to him at the dinner table, and you had enough distance to swing one leg over his lap, your skin visible through the slit of your black dress in temptation. A breathy laugh escapes your mouth when you feel him stiffen, but your lips continue to lather up petite kisses from his neck to his ear, a wandering hand travelling to feel his undercut before tugging on his ivory locks.
When Suguru swiftly turns, Satoru can barely cover up the after effects of the stunt you pulled. With an evident bulge in his pants and cheeks dusted with a light shade of coral pink, he’s already jumped in his seat fast enough for the chair underneath to scrape against the floor. You can hardly stifle your laugh as you lean back into your chair and away from his frame, yet your hand remains at the nape of his neck as you toy with a pearly strand of his hair between your manicured fingers. Satoru’s Adam's apple bops in his throat when Suguru’s eyes land on the both of you, and he’s ready to blabber every excuse under the sun to avoid getting beaten to a pulp at this very instant.
“It’s not what it looks like.” It definitely does.
“I didn’t mean it.” Yes, you did.
“She came onto me!” Yet, you wanted more.
However, not a single syllable was formed. For someone who always has so much to say, Satoru was out of words. He attempts to convince himself that it’s the dryness of his mouth, the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the obvious arrhythmia in his chest that nearly caused him to swallow down on his own tongue. But it all comes down to a common denominator; he was scared shitless.
Satoru expects a punch, a scream, a curse. Some form of expression of anger. But the man standing in front of him simply chuckles with an apologetic look on his face. Suguru shakes his head, “Sorry, she can be a bit impatient sometimes.”
In his head, Saturo hears a glass shatter at the reaction.
“That’s not very nice,” You pouted at your boyfriend, your leg still situated at Satoru’s lap with no plans of moving it. “I've been patient all night.” You sigh out, before diverting your gaze to the sapphire-eyed man next to you. He refuses to make eye contact, opting to look forward with a stiff spine and all the colour drained from his face. “We don’t wanna scare him off though, do we?” Suguru cautions slowly, before looking at his flustered friend. His gaze is soft, “Satoru, do you wanna leave?”
Satoru jolts back to the present moment at the question. His mind’s obliterated with so many Why’s and How’s, yet he can only stammer out a quiet, “W-What?”
“Do you want to leave?” Suguru repeats carefully, “If you go, we can pretend this never happened.”
“But if you stay...” You continue slowly on behalf of your boyfriend, trying to hold back a smile when Satoru glances at you with transparent nervousness. “You get the gist, right?” Suguru smirks at his girlfriend’s eagerness. It was a long term kink of hers; having her boyfriend watch as she gets used and fucked by someone else before he gets involved in the mix to remind both parties of who’s really in charge.
“N-No. Not really.” If the apparent protrusion of his hardened dick through his pants wasn’t embarrassing enough, then Satoru constantly tripping over his words was. But neither you or Suguru seem to care. If anything, he seems even more irresistible to you two. “I’ll spell it out,” Suguru elaborates calmly. He walks back towards where you were both seated, before placing his hands on the dining table and leaning forward in an attempt to emphasise his point. “She–“ He pauses to nod towards you before plainly stating, “Wants you to fuck her. With me watching.”
Like a vaccum that sucked all the sound out of the room, the weight of Suguru’s words hung heavily in the air. The clock’s still ticking, but Satoru’s no longer stuck in frozen silence. “Is this the first time you’re doing this?” He asks quietly, yet firmly. Satoru glances at the both of you, he takes in the way you two are drinking him in with your gaze, almost as if you were savouring every element of him; from the subtleties of his posture to the nuances of his voice. “Y’know.. having a third person? And why me?” Satoru needed answers. He needed to know why you picked him.
“No,” Suguru replies honestly. “But [Name] can be picky, and she seems to have a liking towards you.”
“I do.” You shamelessly admit to Satoru with an innocent nod.
“So? What do you think?” Suguru straightens up, his hand reaching towards you as he invites you to stand next to him. Suguru’s visage was hard to decipher. It didn’t seem like this was his first rodeo. He was exuding an air of composure as still as a calm lake on an early morning, “Wanna experiment a little?”
And Satoru sees it. He sees how there’s a glimmer of hope in your eyes. He sees the steadiness and reassurance in Suguru as he gives him a gentle smile. This was it. This is what he had been longing for. Satoru had yearned for you two for a seemingly infinite amount of time, and he’s willing to embrace the long-await reality. “I’ll..“ He begins, “I’ll stay.”
Your face lit up with pure joy. A beaming smile stretches from ear to ear as you exclaim an excited “Yay!” at Satoru’s answer. You weren’t normally someone who expressed such… exuberant energy. But tonight seemed to bring out a completely different side of you that Satoru was willing to explore further. Despite it all, Satoru still found himself succumbing to his jitters once again. They’re fucking with me, he frantically thinks to himself as he trails behind you two to your shared bedroom with a cautious gait. They’re definitely fucking with me there’s just no way—
He stops in the middle of the hallway, eyes staring at the back of your heads in evident anxiety once the pin drops.
There’s no way they know… right?
A few months ago, the three of you along with some friends had travelled to a ski resort over the Christmas period as a small getaway trip for the holidays. Without question, it was an enjoyable time; the skiing, snowmobiling and firepit dinners proved that every penny spent was beyond worth it. But the universe seemed to enjoy playing a conventional sick game with Satoru, because when he decides to return Suguru’s power bank one night to the room you shared with your boyfriend, he witnesses a view that he’s only ever seen in his dreams.
Satoru berates himself. He knows he shouldn’t have peeked through the door that you two have carelessly left ajar. And he knows that if he had a perfectly functional moral compass, he should’ve just left the power bank at the door and walked back to his room. But when he hears the sounds of a bed creaking and skin slapping against skin, he’s already abandoned all ethical principles.
His eyes peer into the tiny gap left by the door to see Suguru pounding into you from behind with harsh, rhythmic thrusts. One hand wrapped around your neck while the other’s between your legs—circling your clit in torturous motions that has you weeping tears of pain and pleasure. Your back’s pressed against his chest, his mouth pressing sloppy kisses on your cheek as you cry and beg for more. Suguru’s panting, his eyebrows furrowed and his chest glossy with sweat as he mutters dirty nothings into your ear. “That’s it, [Name].” Suguru praises in between throaty groans. “You’re doing so good, you might just make me come.”
Satoru thinks he’s about to pass out.
“You want that? You want my fuckin’ cum?” Suguru pants as you nod fervently with broken moans, reaching to grasp the hand that’s wrapped around your neck for some form of stability.
All blood rushes straight to Satoru’s cock at the scene, and although he thinks he’s stood there like a statue for what seems to be an eternity, he quickly snaps out of it before retreating to his room in panic. He erratically paces back and forth with palpable anxiety once he reaches the dimly lit room, rapid and uneven steps mirroring the chaotic whirlwind in his mind. Satoru runs his hand through his dishevelled locks, face contorted with self-criticism. “How the fuck did I mess up this badly?” Each word was a verbal lash. He’s angry at himself. Disgusted for being aroused at the two people that trusted him the most out of everyone. But the inner turmoil he experienced only lasted for so long before Satoru found himself hiding away underneath the sheets again, hand wrapped around his dick as he ruts his hips in desperation to the image you two had drilled in his head.
But this wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a figment of his imagination or one of the multiple scenarios Satoru had fantasised about one too many times. This time, it was real.
“Don’t be shy,” You sweetly tell Satoru. You're gently holding his hands as you seat yourselves on the edge of the bed, thumb skimming over his skin in comfort. He’s still noticeably stiff, his posture rigid and movements restricted. Satoru wants to relax and he tries to but there’s that voice in his head that keeps telling him that this is all a sadistic prank, or his mind playing tricks on him, because there’s just no way this is happening right now.
“It’s just me…” You reassure Satoru softly. Your hand moves to his face, thumb brushing across his cheekbone. Cerulean eyes soften at your touch. He visibly takes a breather, and gives you a small nod. “And Suguru. You like Suguru, right?” A childish giggle leaves your mouth, you can see your boyfriend smirk from your peripheral vision. He’s seated on the couch opposite to the bed, manspread with one arm lazily draped over the backrest.
“Yes.” Satoru confesses in a beat. His answer is prompt and laced with zero hesitation. He doesn’t look at Suguru, but his presence was enough to heighten his senses. “Do you like me?” You tilt your head to the side, hand reaching for his belt as you teasingly toy with the leather material. Your face is close to his. Satoru wishes you’d stop torturing him and kiss him already. His words are lodged in his throat, and he only hums back with a nod. “How much?” You pry further, unbuckling his belt. Satoru lets out a shaky breath, looking down to see your fingers trace his exposed happy trail but never going below the waistband of his underwear. He audibly gulps, “A lot. I like you a lot.”
“I like you too.” You coo back to him with a small smile, before finally giving in. Satoru thinks his heart might burst out of his chest when you press your mouth against his in a gentle kiss. Your hand moves away from his crotch and towards his face as you cup his cheek with one hand. Just when your tongue begins to tease him, you pull away with a quiet pop!
Satoru’s breathless and he thinks he’s chasing his high already after a simple kiss. He prays to whatever God that’s present in the sky that you can’t hear the thumping in his chest. “How’s that?” You ask as you look up to him through your eyelashes. He finds comfort in your voice, like a soft melody that carries natural cadence. “Wanna keep going?”
Satoru doesn’t trust his voice enough to verbally respond. He only grabs your face with obvious anticipation into a desperate kiss that knocks the breath out of your lungs as you yelp in surprise.
Your lips are soft, plush. Gently inviting his tongue in with contented sighs escaping. Your perfume reeks of jasmine and cedarwood. He realises you’re wearing the Black Opium fragrance he once gifted you for your birthday and God, Satoru’s drunk on it. He wants more; to touch you and feel you everywhere all at once and it’s displayed by the way he eagerly grabs your waist and pulls you closer. He’s desperate, slating his lips against yours harder and he tastes the remnants of red wine in your mouth. A little noise is formed deep in his throat when your hands move from his face to around his neck as you pull him in for a deeper kiss, fingers lost in the soft strands of his hair. Your tongue slides against his bottom lip before drawing it between your teeth, giving it a gentle nibble before letting go. The man holding your hips so tightly started to dig his nails right through your dress. Your mouths separate but your noses brush. When your thumb skims over his bottom lip, Satoru gives it a peck before locking his mouth with yours again. Your hot, intermingling tongues and the sounds of lips smacking was enough to have Satoru moaning into your mouth in absolute delicacy.
When your hand finds its way to his bulge again and you begin to palm him through his strained trousers, Satoru whimpers against your lips. “You’re hard,” You note once you pull away. He’s panting, eyes boring into yours in a euphoric daze. “Is this for me?” You innocently question, feeling the length of his dick as you trace your hand around his crotch. “Hm?”
Satoru only nods fervently, his lips parted as he frantically tries to pull you in for another kiss, but you keep him in place with your hand against his chest. “You’re so cute.” You giggle quietly before leaning in to nibble at his earlobe, giving it a kitten lick before whispering, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
Although the throbbing sensation in Satoru’s pants tells him that he’s more than willing to continue touching you, his eyes still nervously glance at Suguru on the couch. He wonders what goes on in his head, given how Suguru’s countenance is filled with obvious entertainment. His cheeks bore a playful grin; his lips curved into a sly smile, but his eyes were laden with unsatiated hunger. There’s a visible tent in his pants but he was composed enough to not touch himself just yet. He’s waiting. Waiting for you and Satoru to acclimate to each other’s bodies and get to know every sensitive parameter of your skin that might elicit a sound of pleasure. Satoru’s already had him once and you’ve had him countless times, but Suguru still wants to be patient. Tonight was all about timing, and timing was crucial.
“Don’t look at him.” Your voice catches Satoru off-guard. His head snaps towards you to see a displeased look on your visage, your hand firmly grabs his. “Look at me,” You assert, before placing his hands on your own chest and encouraging him to give it a squeeze, “Touch me.”
“I’m sorry,” Satoru gulps anxiously, his eyes constantly flickering between you and Suguru like a ping pong match in motion. “It’s just...”
“It’s okay.” Suguru attempts to reassure him, but his voice is still draped in layers of ambiguity that leaves Satoru even more uncertain than before. “She’s all yours for now”
“He’s right,” You continue, Satoru turns to look at you with blushed cheeks. “Look at what you’re doing to me, Satoru.” You say softly as you slowly spread your legs to reveal a patch of wetness on your underwear. “This is all you.”
“[Name]...” Satoru trails off quietly, his swollen lips part with a heavy breath as his eyes lock on the crux of your thighs before meeting your gaze. Sky-hued irises drenched in bliss and apprehension. Yet, somehow, you don’t pick up on the hesitance laced in his voice. Rather, you opt to reach underneath the sheets behind you to pull out a small vibrator, before dangling it in front of him like a carrot, and he, the eager rabbit that couldn’t resist a chase. “Wanna use it on me?”
Satoru can’t trust his words anymore, he simply reaches for it with shaky fingers. Momentarily, he ignores the world around him. He doesn’t see Suguru on the couch or hears his conscious taunting him, he eyes and ears only sense you. He simply takes the vibrator with one and the other reaches behind your neck to pull you towards him for another hard kiss. He’s relentless this time, his tongue is in your mouth and he’s moaning in delight. His fingers are eagerly reaching for your panties, rubbing you through your underwear as you pant. He tugs the material to the side, using your own wetness to lubricate the head of the vibrator before placing it right on your throbbing clitoris.
Your lips smack as you sloppily kiss, swallowing your whines the moment he turns it on. The vibrations reach your eardrums as you yank on his shirt to bring him closer. Your legs are spread wide open for Suguru to take it all in, but your lips remain locked with Satoru’s as you find yourself bucking against the toy desperately. “Oh, fuck.” you curse out as you both pull away from the kiss with weak resistance, your foreheads pressed against one another. “Baby… it feels good.” You manage to whimper out. Satoru’s breathing heavily, his lips puffy and face flushed, half-lidded azure eyes drinking in your features. He has one hand that’s pressing the vibrator against your clit, the other moving from your cheek to slip into the cleavage of your dress to cup your breast over your bra.
Your eyes flicker to his bulge, and you can sense his desperation for more. “Satoru...” you breathe out as your hand moves to his clothed crotch and he whimpers at the slightest bit of contact, the sound enough to make you grow wetter. You loved hearing the noises men make in bed, and Satoru’s was like a perfect symphony that you wanted to play in your ear over and over again. It was unlike Suguru’s; it lacked depth and authority, but it had a characteristic whiney timber that made you wanna eat him up.
“Do you want me to make it feel better?” You say softly as your lips brush against his, rubbing him through his trousers as he fights the urge to jerk his hips upwards. “Yes.” Satoru nods with a small gulp, trying to control the noticeable tremble in his voice. “Yes, please.” He shamelessly begs quietly.
You maintain your positions on the edge of the bed, making sure to give Suguru a good show. He’s kissing your neck, his tongue warm against your skin as you pull out his dick. Satoru groans in your ear, almost in relief that you’re about to give him some sort of release as you pump your hand up and down his shaft. A ball of spit falls from your mouth and onto his cock, before bringing your fingers to your cunt with the purpose of using your own arousal to lubricate him before continuing to jerk him off. The filthy action in itself only encourages Satoru to increase the intensity of the vibrator. You’re both a moaning mess; your clothes wrinkled from and hair dishevelled when you haven’t even started yet. Suguru is noticeably hard, a tent forming in his pants. His teeth sink into his bottom lip. Not yet, he reminds himself. Just a little bit more.
“Does this feel good?” You speak gently, feigning innocence when you knew damn well how you were reducing him into absolute chaos. “No? Should I stop?” You tease as you tilt your head, nearly pulling away before Satoru frantically grabs your wrist to keep your fingers wrapped around his cock. “N-No—! I just..“ He sputters out in a fit of panic. He looks so pretty like this, you think. Desperate, whiny and needy. All for you to play with.
“More... I want more, please.” Satoru licks his lips anxiously, his eyes brimmer with vulnerability that is almost palpable. A pleading demeanour reminiscent of a young puppy’s gaze. How can you—let alone anyone—say no to that?
“I can feel you getting harder in my hand,” You smile against his mouth, the accompanying sounds of the vibrator along with fap, fap, fap only further illustrated the erotic picture you two were painting. “It’s making me so wet, Satoru.” Your teeth sink into his bottom lip, tugging at it just a little before giving yourself the opportunity to slip your hot tongue inside his gaping maw. You were everything he wanted and he was everything you needed. The way he turned puddy in your hands the moment you stepped into the bedroom drove you with an insatiable desire. There were so many things to do with him… make him whine, make him moan, make him come. For now, he was all yours.
The scene in front of Suguru was one that couldn’t be explained by the best of poets. It was beautiful to him. Provocative, taboo. He watches his better half and his one and only get off on each other with heavy pants and mixed moans and he thinks he might be on cloud nine now. Because if there is anyone in the world he trusted you with, if there is anyone in the world that would know how to feed into your everlasting cravings and desires, it would be Satoru. Not the nameless men that you both involved in your sexual endeavours, whose faces receded into a mere hungover daze the morning after.
“Spread your legs more.” Suguru calmly tells you from the couch, bringing the tumbler glass to his lips. Was it a whiskey? Or an Old Fashioned? Satoru wondered. Either way, it didn’t matter. He had hoped he would find out himself soon if Suguru would just give in already and kiss him too so he can have a taste for himself.
“Can I… Can I please just—fuck. I…” Satoru pants, his breathing is laboured and ragged as he pulls away momentarily from the kiss in a failed attempt to speak in a coherent sentence. His thoughts are entangled like a complex web of vines, his face flooded with a crimson tide when you and Suguru chuckle at his stammering. He takes a breath, twin sapphires travelling between you and your boyfriend before he nuzzles his face into your neck to savour your scent. “Wanna taste. Can I taste it, please?”
So polite, you think. And so good. You couldn’t find it in yourself to tease him any longer, not when he’s behaving like a clay in a potter’s hands, all for you to mould to your liking. Because that was exactly the case right now. Satoru would take anything you give him. Even if it was just a morsel of touch, he would be satiated. “How do you want me?” Your voice was like a hushed sanctuary as you pulled your hand away from his cock before laying on the bed completely supine, “Like this?”
He shakes head, tossing the vibrator aside before suddenly flipping you on all fours. Your breath catches in your throat in a burst of astonishment when he suddenly manhandles you. “Easy there...” Suguru says calmly as he rises from the couch. You’re flat on your stomach when you feel Satoru prepping kisses all over the swell of your ass as he completely disregards your soaked panties to the side. His calloused hands gripping the flesh of your behind as it spills into his fingers when he holds your cheeks apart. Your folds are glistening with an evident wetness as they drip down your inner thighs, your other hole puckering around the air for his eyes to imbibe. “Satoru’s an ass guy? Who would’ve known?” You chuckle as you sway your hips for the frosty-haired man behind you, but your smugness wanes when his warm tongue drags itself from your folds and up to your other hole. He places his mouth on your asshole, his tongue prods into the orifice before pressing sloppy kisses down your puffy lips to suck your clit.
“O-Oh, God…” You whimper, nibbling on your bottom lip to quell your high-pitched noises. Satoru groans in content as he savours your essence, his taste buds soaking in your flavour. Your moans and the slurping sounds his tongue’s making against your cunt causes an augmented blood flow to his penis. He aches for more of your touch, and he finds himself rubbing his hard dick against the sheets while he eats you out from behind. The whole ordeal made him feel like a teenager all over again as he was trying not to finish too fast; whining and humping the bed when he didn’t get the chance to be inside you yet. When Satoru hears Suguru's footsteps from behind, he lifts his head towards his direction. Although, Suguru doesn’t look at him. His eyes are fixed at the back of your head as he walks around the bed, but Satoru knew he was addressing him when the man speaks gruffly. “Stay there.”
His Adam’s apple bobs before resuming his ministrations obediently. He’s slurping all over your vaginal orifice and anus, nose buried deep into your canal as a mixture of his spit and your own arousal drips down his chin. Suguru stands right in front of you, your neck cranes as your lustful eyes look up to meet your boyfriend. His hand reaches to gently grip your chin, tilting your head as his thumb brushes against your lips. “Feels good?” He mutters quietly without any discernible emotion. There’s a subtle transformation in your demeanour when your boyfriend enters the picture (which does not go unnoticed by Satoru). There’s a sense of deference and submission as the power dynamic shifts. Your shoulders slightly slump, eyes glazed with blissful reverie as you meekly nod at him.
“You wanted to make him come earlier. Did you forget I was in the room?” Suguru tilts his head as he looks down on you. Despite the stillness of his voice, there was an unmistakable edge to it. His words carried a weight of impending consequence; foreboding, yet compelling. “It’s kind of making me jealous...” Suguru continues, ignoring your whimpers as his grip on your chin tightens. He lets go of you rather roughly, and doesn’t pay you any attention even when you apologetically rub your cheek against his bulge. His hands reach to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his trousers and boxers along the way as it pools around his ankles. “Put your mouth on me.”
Every pant and moan was a testament of your desperation as you dangle on the edge of pleasure when Satoru wraps his lips around your engorged clitoris again, his mouth forming a suction while his tongue flicks rapidly against the ball of nerves. Your hands are shaking as you wrap one around Suguru’s shaft, your tongue darts out to lick his pre-cum off the tip. Your boyfriend’s hand suddenly reaches to tug at your hair from the roots with a clenched jaw, pushing your head down this cock till the head reaches the back of your throat. It goes without question when you gag momentarily around him before quickly adjusting to his size like you always do. “Just like that..” Suguru sighs out, his gaze travels from Satoru who continues to drink in your essence greedily as your own juices coat his face. “Good girl. You’re a good girl, right?” Suguru praises quietly as he looks down on you again.
“Mffm… nghn…” With a mouthful of cock, you’re unable to speak as you moan and gargle around him. Suguru chuckles at your predicament, letting go of your hair before snapping his hips in one harsh thrust down your throat. He groans triumphantly, loving the tightness of your own oesophagus around him as you suck him in. He pulls you off to give himself a chance to move to the bed. His back’s against the frame, and you eagerly find yourself moving in between his legs, your hands reaching his muscular quads as you crawl towards him. Satoru pulls away from the slight change in position, sitting up with a gasp as he wipes his mouth. You don’t put your mouth where it belonged just yet, looking up to Suguru with tender eyes and eyelashes clumped together from salty tears as you wait for permission.
Suguru cradles your cheek in his hand, a devilish smirk making its way to his face as you lean into his palm with a small whimper. “Satoru,” He calls out before looking up to meet his eyes, “Get over here.”
Satoru’s heart was doing a rhythmic drumbeat that echoed throughout his body. Each thud was palpable enough to feel his own pulse reverberating in his ears. His chest tightens, crawling in between Suguru’s legs before laying right next to you. “Just like old times.” Suguru gives him a knowing look, his hand still cradling your face. Satoru glances at you from the corner of his eye, seeing you were still looking up to your boyfriend, almost like you’re in a trance. It didn’t take long before Satoru’s lips reached the tip of his own friend’s cock, wrapping it around and suctioning just right. As if on cue, your mouth is on Suguru’s scrotum, licking and sucking his balls as you savour his own taste with a loud moan.
“Fuck…” Suguru curses lowly as he looks down on the both of you. “You can go deeper. I know you can.” He addresses Satoru before pushing his head down his cock like he did earlier with you. There’s a guttural and involuntary choking noise caught in Satoru’s throat as he swallows around his friend, his spit trickling down to Suguru’s scrotum before it got licked up by you as you give his balls the same amount of attention. With both you and Satoru’s eyes fluttering shut as you worship Suguru’s dick, your lips suddenly meet in a frenzy kiss as you taste your boyfriend in each other’s palate with a loud moan.
“Such eager mouths.” Suguru chuckles as he places his hand behind his head, enjoying the performance as he smiles like a Cheshire cat once Satoru pulls away from your lips to take his swollen balls in his mouth, the taste of his friend’s essence overpowering all of his senses as Satoru craves for more. “Loves taking cock too.” Suguru notes. His breath hitches in his throat and his thighs twitch just a little when you wrap your mouth around his shaft, your tongue swirling around his throbbing member before pulling away to spit on the head of his cock as it trickled down to the mess formed on the sheets.
“Get your spit everywhere—that’s it. Nice and messy. I like messy.” Suguru groans out a praise, he pulls his cock away to smear the head all over you and Satoru’s lips before urging you to continue, watching your spit-slicken faces and the remnants of his pre-cum on both you and Satoru as you alternate between kissing each other and Suguru’s cock, lathering up bodily fluids all of your mouths and his dick. “Hngh…mhm…” There’s an evident struggle. You’re not sure what was turning you on more; sloppily kissing Satoru while Suguru’s own arousal paints your chin, or the fact your boyfriend was watching the whole thing unfold right before his perverse eyes. It was hasty and chaotic; pornographic moans echoing throughout the room, Satoru’s hungry hands fondling with your breast while licking Suguru’s dick clean and your hair getting pulled once you lap up your boyfriend’s glans and frenulum with your tongue flat against your chin.
It was inevitable your brain was going to mentally reset as you succumb to post-nut clarity tomorrow morning. But for now, you couldn’t bring your own conscience to care about how filthy things were going to get from this point moving forward. All you know is that you wanted both these men at the same time, right now.
When Suguru tugs at you and Satoru’s hair, you take it as an indication to pull away with a gasp. The view was comical to him; how you’re both laid in between his legs, eagerly looking up with glistening mouths and pupils dilated. You’ve had your fun toying with Satoru, but when Suguru steps into the picture, that’s when you know all control’s been handed to him on a silver platter. The jet-haired man sits up on his knees, disregarding his last article of clothing as he unbuttons his white shirt. His eyes still when he looks at Satoru. “Lay down.”
Satoru dispels the lingering remnants of the daze enveloping him once you’re all finally naked. He was tachycardic at this point. It’s been half an hour since they started yet he still can’t bring himself to calm the fuck down and accept that this is actually happening, and he wasn’t about to get pinched out of it any time soon. His body’s on auto-pilot as he moves to lay on the bed, his head resting on the soft pillows. He can smell Suguru’s cedarwood mixed with your signature hair products off the covers, and oddly enough it brings him a sense of comfort. His pink tongue darts out to lick his lips in anticipation, breath catching out in his throat once you swing your legs to straddle him.
“You know what you’re doing, baby?” Suguru calls out as he positions behind you. You hum in response, too focused on Satoru’s expression. He was so flustered… cheeks splashed in red, lips parted with every huff of breath and silver matted against his forehead. His chest was polished in a thin layer of sweat as he laid panting beneath you. Your hands reach to hold his before pinning it above his head, your tongue teasingly licks his earlobe before tugging it with your teeth. “You okay, Satoru?” You whisper once you pull away.
“Mhm.” He nods with a small gulp. “Please, [Name]...”
“We’ve got you, honey…” You reassure softly, pecking his nose. You were so tender with him, a bit devilish, but carried the same delicate graze as a silk ribbon. It was unlike Suguru’s; a sturdy oak tree that’s unwavering with a commanding presence.
Satoru was getting the best of both worlds tonight.
A sharp gasp escapes him when he feels a hand wrap around his cock. He knew it wasn’t yours because you had him pinned to the bed. A small whine erupts from his flushed body when he realises it’s his own best friend that’s helping to guide his cock to your entrance. Moans slipping from his mouth once he feels your warmth and wetness enveloping him in a cocoon embrace. “Hgnh… Satoru…” You mewl out his name, your hands let go of his before moving to place them on his chest once you sink down his length completely. There’s a veiny hand slithering around your throat, craning your neck to meet Suguru’s lips as he brings you to his mouth for a tongue-filled kiss and Satoru’s drunk on the scene above him. He was too turned to the point where he could feel himself swell up even more inside you, his cock throbbing with every second.
You’re slowly moving up and down his length, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth with grace. “You’re perfect—hahh.” Satoru whispers, a pant cutting off his words as you ride him with expertise. The wet squelching sounds of your own cunt pulsating around him dominates the room every time you drop down his cock with every bounce. His head tilts back into the soft pillows, lips formed into an ‘O’ shape and eyes screwed shut as he bucks his hips into yours. Satoru can barely quell his embarrassing whines anymore, as he ends up draping one arm over his eyes while biting his trembling lips.
Suguru gently pushes you down from behind so you’re chest to chest with Satoru. “Fuck, I wish you two could have this view right now.” He confesses once he sees how your hole’s stretched out by cock and how his friend’s dick keeps disappearing inside you. The angle causes Suguru to impulsively spit down on your orifice, watching it coat Satoru’s dick as it drips down his balls. “Makes me wanna come so hard.” A guttural moan leaves his mouth at the site of you slipping in and out of his best friend’s length, your pussy quivering with every thrust.
“Don’t hide away. Lemme see you.” You moan to Satoru as you pull his arm away. His eyes are glossy with desire once he meets your gaze with a vulnerable look. “You’re so handsome…” You murmur in comfort before pressing your lips against his in an intense kiss. He moans into your mouth, hands moving to your hips and gripping them hard enough to embed his own handprint onto your hot flesh once your tongue meets his. You both pull away when you feel a cold vicious fluid pour from your cavern and down your thighs, a synchronised gasp erupting from both you and Satoru as you lean your foreheads against one another once you realise Suguru is prepping you with a lube.
“You ready?” Suguru breathes out heavily from behind. With you on all fours above Satoru, he’s right behind you. The curve of his cock rubs against the swell of your ass in anticipation as he fights the urge to double penetrate you already. “Mhm, y-yes.” You nod, prepping frantic kisses against Satoru’s lips as a way to sooth your cravings. “Yes, please.”
Suguru’s holding onto every last bit of restraint to not shove his whole length into you in one frenzy thrust, but for your sake he holds himself together. He has you pinned to Satoru with one hand on your back to stop your movements. Loud wonton moans fill the room he slowly pushes into your weeping cunt. “You’re so wet. I could just slide in there—Oh, fuck…” He hisses once he feels your walls clamp down on him right until he has thrusted to the hilt, the curve of your luscious ass pressing against his pelvis. “Oh my god,” Your cries are loud and clear as you feel his cock inside you, stretching you out for all your worth. ”S’full, nghn...”
“There we go…. Atta girl.” His praises fall on deaf ears since he’s stretching you open with both hands on your asscheeks. The intent to expose your vulnerability to his relentless onslaught was as transparent as glass. “You were made for this.” Suguru comments with a low chuckle. He sucks on his thumb before sneaking it down to rub your other hole, causing you to whine against Satoru’s lips. “Suguru,” You pathetically beg, burying your head into Satoru’s neck with short, struggling pants. “Please, move. Please, just move. I-I need to feel it—“ You squeal once his hand slaps your ass. He licks his lips hungrily when the flesh jiggles at the impact. Both hands then move to grab you from the pits of your elbows, harshly yanking you up so your back’s pressed against his chest. His teeth sink into your shoulder the moment his hips begin to snap back and forth in sharp, rough thrusts. Simultaneously, he keeps you and Satoru in place to maintain the rhythm in order to avoid slipping out of you.
Satoru’s cock stills inside of you. He feels the warmth of Suguru’s dick rubbing against his and the slick slick sound of your pussy as it hungrily sucks them both in. He felt so dirty, yet so complete. His eyes devour the way your tits bounce with every thrust on top of him. “God,” Satoru pants, “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He reaches to cup your breast, gripping the flesh before he rubs your nipples between his fingers. “C’mere.” He murmurs softly, sitting up to wrap his mouth around your left breast.
Although it was a difficult task to keep his mouth latched to your chest thanks to Suguru’s vigorous thrusts, he wraps an arm around your waist for some form of stability. His canines tug at your nipple, humming in content before suckling on your breast with a moan, the other hand perversely fondling with your other breast to give it an equal amount of attention before moving down to rub your clit in small, torturous circles. He didn’t need to use his spit as your own arousal around him was good enough for a lubricant. “Harder.” You beg, one of your hands reach to hold Suguru’s that was placed on your hip, while the other reaches to clasp Satoru’s. “Please.”
“You heard her.” Suguru manages to speak in short pants, before cursing under his breath once you squeeze around them both. “Fuck my girlfriend like you mean it, Satoru.” He encourages as he meets lustrous cobalt eyes. Satoru gulps once his friend lets go of your arms, causing you to collapse on Satoru’s chest. He lays back down on the bed as you’re pressed up against him, your head on his chest. Without a second thought, Satoru bends his knees before beginning to fuck up into you in the same pace as Suguru, pistoning his hips to meet the depths of your cavern and driving it deeper with no signs of slowing down anytime soon. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room once again, accompanied by the occasional grunt of exertion from all parties involved.
“Shit, fuck.”
“Mhm, [Name].”
“Feels so good—hgnhh—gimme more please…”
Suguru and Satoru were both moving like well-oiled machines as they fuck you in synch. You can feel their dicks rubbing together inside you, hammering away at your wet cunt and filling you to the brim with each stroke. Their cocks slide against one another with every thrust; an intense sensation that has you gasping for breath. “You keep... getting tighter—You feel so good, baby—Fuck.” Suguru grunts, throwing his head back in ecstasy before emitting a throaty moan. All three of your bodies are pressed together in a mess of limbs, the sheets sticking to your skin as the smell of sweat and arousal dominates the room.
“I-I’m gonna…” You try to speak in the mass of moans and heavy breaths but your voice is trembling too much for you to get a word out. “Come… I’m gonna come.” You cry out the warning weakly.
“I know, baby.” Suguru breathes out, his pecs flexing with every snap of his hips. “You’re gonna make Satoru come, too.” He breathes out a laugh, watching his friend slowly lose his resolve as he fights the urge to orgasm. “Do you want it? Want him to fill you up?”
When your response consisted of echoing moans and whimpers instead of a straightforward answer, Suguru suddenly yanks your head up from your hair, revealing your neck to Satoru who takes advantage of the situation as he leans up to kiss and suck at your exposed skin. “Say you want it.” Suguru grunts out, his voice low and abrasive.
“I-I…” You whine pitifully, fluttering your eyes shut once Satoru licks a strip of your skin. “I want it, please—!”
The two men have you sandwiched between them, raspy moans and dirty words whispered in your ear. They tell you how tight your pussy feels, how much of a good girl you are. Satoru won’t stop praising your beauty, and Suguru kept telling you how much of a good job you were doing at taking his best friend’s cock. To say the scene happening right now was coming out of an adult movie. would be the understatement of the year. “S-Suguru… s’too much—“ You gasp once his hands grab your ass while Satoru plays with your nipples again, licking the curve of your breast. “You can handle it. C’mon baby—fuck—just a bit more you’re hugging us so good right now.”
Your eyes are screwed shut, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. All the built up sexual tension in your muscles and bones relax as the surge of euphoria travels through your veins. The two men are still kissing up your neck and face, wandering hands grabbing you everywhere as you feel thick ropes of cum filling you up. Exactly like you had been begging for.
Your body falls limp on top of Satoru like a ragdoll. Your lungs expand and retreat to their normal size as you try to control your breathing rate. The thrusting and groping have stopped, but your eyes still feel hazy; unable to fight the tiredness that seems to be overtaking your used up body. “Breathe,” You hear Suguru say. “Breathe, [Name].”
Emptiness is the word you’d use to describe how it felt once they both pulled out of you. Suguru moves around the bed so he’s facing you, holding your face up to assess your condition. Similarly, his best friend sits up, looking at you with the same level of concern as they await for you to speak. They’re visibly relieved as you tiredly smile at them, stifling a giggle as you pull them both for a three-way kiss. They’re apprehensive at first, but soon melt away into the action. Lips are smacking as all three of you try to position your faces into a small triangle. You’re rotating amongst each other in a cluster of moans and kisses, but the two friends seem to be in a slight competition as they try to have a taste of you for themselves. Their desire for you was palpable; all three tongues intertwining as you explored the depths of each other’s mouths, soft lips yielding to passionate assault. Their hands continue to explore every curve of your body with eager fingers, almost as if they haven’t had their fill of you yet.
“Good?” Suguru pulls away with a pant, his mouth curved into that same signature smirk as you nod bashfully before lying down on the bed in between them. “Switch?” You offer with a tilted head. You weren’t opposed for a round 2, but your legs were too shaky to hold up your own body weight for now. Before Suguru could decide how things would go, Satoru intervenes. He hovers over you, and you happily accept him as you spread your legs wide for him. He’s kissing your neck again, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear before pulling away to look at his friend over his shoulder. “Suguru…”
It was a knowing look that Suguru recognises from their night together a few years ago. Their eyes met in a silent understanding. Realisation washes over him as he arches an eyebrow. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Satoru nods. His breathing grows uneven once Suguru begins to prep him from behind. The frosty-haired man leans down to your level, littering your chest with wet kisses as your hands weave through his locks. You playfully giggle as he nuzzles his face into your breasts while rubbing his dick against your wet slit. Satoru gasps against your skin once he feels Suguru enter him from behind, he kneads your tits in his large hands, moaning out loud as Suguru bottoms him out. “Want it all?”
“I can take it.” Satoru groans, before slanting his lips against yours. With every thrust Suguru gives him from behind, it drives him to fuck you harder. The feeling of his prostate getting stimulated along with your gummy walls squeezing him in the most delicious way possible has pleasure coursing through his veins like adrenaline, further fueling his desire as he chases his own high. “Right there.” You moan, arching your back against the bed as you place your hands on his chest. “Satoru, keep fucking me like this. I want your cum.”
You’ve never seen such a wild expression on Satoru before. Like a firework bursting through a starless sky, your filthy words only spurred his arousal even more. His cock’s getting pumped in and out of your sloppy cunt as he feverishly fucks you into oblivion with your knees to your chest, hitting every possible sweet spot inside you that has you soaking his dick with a glistening wetness. “How does she feel?” Suguru grunts, pulling Satoru’s hips towards him with every plunge. “Tell me how good she’s taking you right now, Satoru.”
“Fuck, so good.” Satoru breathes out heavily. The idea of him fucking Suguru’s cum into you even more as the sheets drench in your fluids only ignites the exhilarating fire between you three. “S’warm and so wet—God, I love her pussy.” His balls are slapping hard against your swollen lips, almost mimicking the way the bedframe hits the wall with every drive into your cunt.
“[Name],“ Satoru looks down at you, his libido in a frenzy. “That sound… Keep making it.” He groans, watching the way you pant and cry beneath him. Your hand slithers down to rub your clit, head thrown back into the pillows as you shamelessly touch yourself. “I’m gettin’ real—“ Suguru stops to gunt in disbelief, “Real fucking deep.” His thick cock continues to kiss the right spot inside of Satoru that seems to stimulate him even further. “Are you gonna come, pretty boy?” He taunts.
Satoru can only nod fervently, gripping your thigh and hoisting your leg up to wrap it around his waist. You can feel every puff of breath against your skin once he presses his face into the curve of your neck. “Give it to me," Suguru sighs the demand. "I want it so fuckin' bad.”
“M’close..” Satoru whimpers, pulling away to meet your gaze with luminescent eyes. He’s letting out small, shallow breaths as his mind short circuits. Because he starts begging you in a frenetic manner while prepping your face with soft butterfly kisses. “Can I come? Can I come inside, please?”
The view on top of you only causes you to rub your clit harder, crying out in pleasure as you reach your climax with reckless abandonment. Suguru pulls out to pump his own cock, spilling his load onto the sheets as he jerks himself off with a string of curses. Concurrently, Satoru grunts loudly, unable to hold back any longer and starts snapping his hips forward to release a torrent of hot cum deep within your waiting pussy. The first few spurts shoot straight into your womb, filling you up completely. He follows up with several more bursts, each one filling your cavity to the brim as you milk him dry.
When Satoru rolls off you, you’re both a panting mess as you lay next to each other on the bed. Suguru’s towering over the both of you, head tilted in deep thought as he tries to catch his breath after your long ordeal. His gaze hardens at your leaking cunt, watching Satoru’s cum ooze out of you in thick drops as it forms a puddle beneath you. He suddenly grabs you from the ankles, yanking you towards him as you squeal in surprise. “Wait, Suguru. M’sensitive—ahh-!”
You expected many things. For him to fuck you again on your stomach, have Satoru double penetrate you or even take your ass from behind. What you didn’t expect was for him to latch his mouth onto your pussy, moaning against your cunt as he licks Satoru’s release out of you. Suguru’s eyes flutter shut as he hums in satisfaction. His tongue is deep inside of your wet cavern, lapping up the salty ejaculate of his friend’s, mixed in with the tangy taste of your vulva. Satoru’s eyes widen at the action, unable to control his never-ending growing erection underneath the sheets. It seems like tonight was a night of surprises for everyone, not just him.
“Goddamn,” Suguru exhales as he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling over you. “Tastes so good, I could eat you up all night.” He murmurs before giving you a sloppy kiss on the mouth as you laugh against his lip. When he breaks away from you, he decisively pulls in Satoru with the same generosity.
Of course, the night didn’t end there. But it wasn’t long before the three of you exhaustingly passed out into a deep slumber, completely depleted of all the pent up energy and sexual tension. Regardless of whether this changes anything between you three, the moon took over without a thought of what tomorrow might have in store for you.
It wasn’t the radiant sun rays peeking through the curtains of the guest room, or the birds happily chirping outside the window that woke Satoru up the next morning. Rather, it was his conscious taunting him for the events he took part in the night before.
A tired groan escapes him as he rises out of the bed, a throbbing headache making its way to shore as he rubs his temples. He was drunk on both you and Suguru’s tastes but sobered up on the harsh glare of reality. He was never good with alcohol, let alone being emotionally expressive. He wonders whether if he had been honest with Suguru from the beginning, things wouldn’t have gotten so complicated. He’s conflicted, but also... relieved? For last night kept replaying in his head like a vivid dream, each moment unfolding in surreal detail.
Satoru doesn’t regret it, he just hoped neither did you or Suguru.
He reluctantly trudges down the staircase, the floorboards creaking underneath his weight with palpable anticipation. There is a significant aroma of black coffee and fresh pastries wafting through the air as Satoru steps into the open space kitchen. He sees Suguru assembling the dining table; littered with fruits, muffins, scrambled eggs and breakfast patties. How long had he been awake for? He seemed freshly showered and had enough time to fetch groceries for today’s breakfast long before anyone else awoke. Was this his method of aftercare? Does he do this everytime the two of you involve a third party in your sexual endeavours?
It seemed like Satoru was lost in his own head since he had completely disregarded his surroundings until he heard his name being called. He looks up to meet onyx eyes, and a cup of coffee is handed to him. “Morning,” Suguru greets, his facial muscles relaxed and depraved of any noticeable tension. Although it was an admirable characteristic, Satoru couldn’t help but also hate how composed and collected Suguru can be, especially in situations like this where there is little indication of his friend’s inner thoughts or feelings.
“Good morning…” Satoru replies quietly as he takes the grey mug gently. His heart beats remarkably faster when their fingers brush, although he gulps when Suguru turns around without a word to walk towards the coffee maker to prepare an espresso for no other than you. But you were nowhere to be found. “Where’s [Name]?” Satoru asks after a beat.
“Still asleep.” Suguru replies with his back still facing him, but he looks over his shoulder with a small smirk as he continues, “Think you wore her out.”
Satoru’s shoulders relax when he takes note of Suguru’s friendly demeanour, all the tension suddenly evaporating from his muscles. It might not have been a verbal indication, but it was enough to reassure Satoru they weren’t going to have a repeat of how he had walked away without a word after their intimate tryst a few years ago.
Suguru turns to face him, leaning back against the kitchen island. His eyes travel up and down Satoru’s body, studying his posture with a quirked eyebrow. The azure eyed man noticeably shifts in place, feeling his spine stiffen under his gaze. “You okay?” Suguru asks.
“Yeah,” Satoru nods, taking a sip of coffee before inadvertently licking his lips. “You?”
“Never been better.”
“Good.”
Satoru’s replies were stiff and uncomfortable, and he found himself growing slightly irritated at Suguru’s casual attitude. How could he be so… nonchalant? He was behaving as if last night was the norm for the both of them. As if he hadn’t fucked Satoru nine ways to Sunday before eating his own cum out of you less than 24 hours ago. But before Satoru could utter a word, you’re already walking down the stairs and strutting into the kitchen with a tired yawn. A black silk robe hugs your frame as the hem of it stops right before your knees, and Satoru’s sure in that moment you weren’t wearing a single damn thing underneath.
As you walk up from behind Satoru, you’re on your toes to peck him on the cheek, leaving a blush of scarlet on his surprised face before walking towards your boyfriend and giving him a kiss on the lips. “Good morning,” you say softly, your mouth upturned into a radiant arc.
“Morning, baby.” Suguru mutters against your lips, giving you a small tap on the bum before handing you your espresso. “Double shot? You know me too well.” You sigh in relief as you take a small sip, humming in satisfaction as you and your boyfriend take a seat on the dining table. Satoru is baffled by the whole ordeal. You were both so normal about this. Was he just going crazy at this point?
You look up to see him still aimlessly standing there, shuffling with his feet as he looks down at the mug in his hand. He was contemplating with himself on whether he should get out of your hair and leave. But your words say otherwise. “Breakfast, Satoru?” Your eyes are warm and inviting as you look at him from your seat. Suguru, on the other hand, was not paying any attention as he plops a strawberry in his mouth whilst plating some eggs and muffins for himself.
“Y-Yeah... sure.”
It wasn’t an uncomfortable atmosphere per se. Satoru was just unsure why neither of you were addressing your ménage à trois. You’re just leisurely enjoying your breakfast, a soft smile on your lips as you feed your boyfriend a piece of your toast and urge Satoru to start eating. The man doesn’t get a chance to reply because you've already started plating his food for him. “Here. Is this okay? Or do you want to eat something else Satoru?”
It was then Satoru had decided to just accept the situation. Even if it’s just for a little while, and even if you and Suguru were planning to never speak of this to him, he was going to sit and enjoy the time he’ll be spending with the both of you for the next hour. No overthinking or self doubt. Just breakfast and conversation.
He chuckles at how you’re complaining about your boss as you talk about your job and gratefully accepts another cup of coffee. He jokingly nudges Suguru as they reminisce about their high school days while you beg for more details. He thanks you when you insist on him having more food because for some reason he was acting like a guest rather than someone that’s part of their home. Eventually, he helps you both clean up the dining table and assemble the utensils in the dishwasher at ease.
“I’m gonna shower later. Join me?” You speak to no one in particular as you wipe your hands clean. Suguru, however, gives you a curt nod as he closes the fridge after putting the food away. You’re both acquainted amongst yourselves, while Satoru slowly blends into the background.
And once again, he was out of place.
Although there were no subtle signs for him to leave, he takes it as a hint. As you and Suguru are indulged in your own conversation, Satoru quietly picks up his jacket. He doesn’t bid either of you a goodbye when he slowly turns around and walks towards the front door. His heart, once strong and steady, now splinters and sinks like a shipwreck as he swallows down his own dejection.
What did he expect, really? This was only a one-time thing and he should’ve known better. Perhaps he was at fault for giving in, or Suguru’s for never having a direct conversation with him. At this point, he seemed to be stuck in a labyrinth of three-way sex and zero communication, and if no one was going to address it, he'd just decipher the path himself, as much as he wished to not be alone during it.
“Where are you going?”
Satoru emerges from his own introspection when he hears your voice. With one hand already on the door handle, he looks behind to see you standing there. Beneath the endearing appearance of your doe eyes lay a glimmer of hurt. Were you disappointed to see him leave? Were you just as hurt as Satoru was? He clears his throat, turning around fully to face you. “I… I thought…”
Suguru appears from behind you, his hand snaking around your waist as he pulls you to his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder. His lips are curled into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile, creating a faint but unmistakable dimple that hinted at mischief.
In that moment, Satoru couldn’t mistake the look both you and Suguru were giving him as anything else.
His heart felt as if it was soaring, buoyed by a new sense of belonging as he’s slowly delicately woven between two divergent paths of affection; the comfort of familiarity in Suguru and the allure of the known in you. Undeniably, it was a tumultuous symphony of unsatisfied cravings and doubt. So even when you utter the next few words with a soft smile as Suguru nuzzles into your neck from behind, Satoru knows that in the dance of threes, he’ll always be swept away by the rhythm of your intertwined desires.
“We have room for one more.”
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like a good girl
“look at it, so tiny and pretty” geto whispers, his finger lightly tracing it, spreading the wetness all around your pussy. “it’s throbbing.” he grins.
“you like it baby?” his thumb presses hard against your clit, he swore it was getting puffier and puffier each time he rubbed it. you whimper and nod, face getting hot and red. you bite your lip before watching him go down on you, his huge hands spreading your legs wide open.
he kisses your inner thighs, leaving small marks all around them. he looked up, smirking when he caught you playing with your nipples. he quickly smacked your hand out and placed his thumbs on them, tracing circles and pinching them. the feeling make you get goosebumps.
it was quick, you felt his tongue slip inbetween your folds between quickly giving your clit a quick lick. you moan loud at the feeling, his tongue was flat just right on your bud. he repeated this several times, your juices mixing with his saliva, forming a mess. geto was bigger than you, and by bigger imagine a huge height difference.
his tongue was pretty big and long, so the gasp of surprise that left your lips when he slipped his tongue into you was expected.
he chuckled at the feeling of your walls clamping around his tongue, your perky little tits getting abused by his hands. he was tugging on your nipples hard, it didn’t help that he was lapping on your juices like a sick fucking animal.
“right there, fuck” you choke on your spit, his tongue was rubbing against your g spot, and now his left hand made its way to your cunt, rubbing your clit.
it didn’t take much time before you felt yourself getting close, the way he was eating your pussy was too intense. you whimpered, propping on your elbows to watch him do his thing. he quickly switched his actions, he was now doing a mixture of sucking and nibbling at your clit, and it fucking hurt but so good. his fingers now were in you, his free hand squeezing your thigh.
you throw yourself back onto your shared bed, squeezing your tits and pinching your nipples. you were so close.
you close your eyes before suddenly feeling him stop, you whine at the loss of pleasure. you quickly open your mouth to protest, but his hands quickly flipped you over. your ass was up now, and a couple of hard smacks were given to it.
“it looks better bright red” he giggles, quickly cleaning his chin before giving it another hard smack. “breeding time” he says, quickly pulling out his dick from his boxers. he grins, watching you squirm when you feel the tip go in.
no warning whatsoever, he thrusts in you, hard and fast. it hits your cervix, causing you to grunt in pain. he was huge and didn’t fit, but he enjoyed watching you struggle to take it. your walls were squeezing his cock, your whimpers were like music to his ears. he didn’t care if it hurt, you were going to get bred like the good bitch you were.
“take it like a good girl, okay?”
locker room talk (satosugu x reader 18+)
summary: an alternate universe where suguru doesn’t die and becomes a teacher with satoru and you :))
w.c: 3.9K
warnings: 18+ smut, explicit language, sub!brat!reader, dom!satoru, switch!suguru, public sex, threesome, voyeurism, light degradation, oral on both genitalia, face sitting, light impact play, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, creampie
a/n: this is my first fic i've written in a very long time and have published! if you like it, please send me requests!!!
for as long as you could remember, you were always around suguru and satoru. from the moment you joined jujutsu tech, you clicked with the pair but as much as they hate to admit it, you and shoko were also close. it was nice having a group of four people in your grade so that you could pair up on projects for school. now that you’re all graduated, the four of you still remain at jujutsu tech just under different circumstances. suguru, satoru and you are all teachers while shoko was pretty much the on hand school nurse which was nice for combat training. speaking of training, you get brought back to reality when one of geto’s cursed spirits comes flying at you and you narrowly dodge it by using your technique.
“good one sensei!” you hear yuuji cheering you on from the bleachers.
your technique was interesting to say the least, void’s menace, was what your families generational cursed technique was called. the way you were able to dodge suguru’s curses was creating a wormhole and stepping through it to side step the cursed spirit. that’s only one of the possibilities of your technique. satoru has always teased you that the name of it sounded like a copycat of infinite void but you can’t control what it’s called.
speaking of the devil, satoru approaches the field you guys are training in today, “get your own technique!”
“now’s not the time,” you yell back to him as you open up a blackhole-like portal for suguru’s cursed spirit to fall into on its way to attack you and close it up immediately as it falls for your trap.
while suguru was busy looking over at satoru, you open another wormhole and use it to appear right behind geto. you quickly take his arms while kicking him down by his knees to knock him over. he lets out a grunt as you successfully knock him to the ground with his hands behind his back, pinning him down with your own knees.
“3, 2, 1! i got you!” you exclaim as you let go of suguru, holding a hand out to him to help him off the ground.
wiping your forehead with the back of your other hand, he grabs the outstretched one in his own and tugs you down to the ground with him. you land on your forearms with a yelp, pouting towards your bully. using your technique back to back with training has you exhausted so you weren’t in the mood to be toyed with right now.
“suguru, you ass,” you whine as you roll onto your back, looking up at the sky, “that was a low blow.”
gojo goes on to tell the students that their training was over for the day as suguru actually helped you up this time.
“it seems like you need to go hit the showers miss y/n,” satoru teases you about the dirt on your uniform thanks to his best friend.
“i’ll do what i want, satoru,” you stick your tongue out at him as you smack the excess dirt off your sweatpants you use for combat training days.
“and let us deal with the smell?” he waves his hand by his nose jokingly, “so cruel!”
“yeah yeah, yeah. i’ll listen to you just this once! not for you but for the kids.”
“ah c’mon you don’t need to lie to your favorite person.”
“nah i don’t want it to get to your head,” you wave bye to the blindfolded fool and turn towards the women’s locker room.
cutting the water off to your shower, you shiver as you step into the cool air behind the curtain. you can still hear a shower going in the locker room next door so you assume one of the students needed a quick wash as well. it was a hot day to train for sure so you can’t blame them. you have one towel wrapped around your body as you use the second one to scrub at your wet scalp. you didn’t want to get your hair wet but it’s hard to avoid in such a small shower.
a clanking sound interrupted your thoughts but you don’t sense anything so you assume it wasn’t a big deal. someone was in the other locker room anyways, right?
going back to drying yourself off, you move to your legs. water drops falling to your feet as the rest of it gets absorbed by the towel and then you hear it again. except this time it was followed by what sounded like a grunt.
‘what if someone’s hurt?’ you think to yourself, debating on checking the noise. you hesitate because every person who checks the noises in horror movies is always the one to die first and you don’t want that.
on the other hand, you’re on school grounds so the chance of it being dangerous is pretty low with tengen’s barrier. your second towel now thrown over your shoulder since you finished drying off your legs. you open the locker with your gym bag inside to grab your face moisturizer before your face dries up and begs for hydration. as soon as you open the lid, you hear the same noise with the same toned grunt.
‘okay, that’s it!’ you decide, tightening the towel around your body, and grab your imbued shurikens just in case.
you don't want to speak out loud and scare the person, intruder or not, you could get hurt. instead you quietly edge around the corner, trying to be as light as you can on your feet and peek into the other locker room that the noise was coming from.
your eyes widen as the sight before you unfolds. satoru is kneeling before suguru with his hand around his best friend’s cock, stroking him in a slow and teasing rhythm. you can’t control your legs as you scoot closer into the room but not to the point of where they can see you.
from here you can get a good view and hear their conversation. you can tell that they’re trying to be hushed since it’s a public space. suguru’s pants are halfway down his legs and his top is hanging on the locker above his head while satoru is still clothed. it looks like they were in a hurry to get some alone time.
“you liked having them pin you down huh, babe?” satoru says as he circles the tip of suguru’s cock, getting a choked whimper in response. “they outsmarted you and that made you worked up, poor thing.”
the accusation makes you bite your lip as you feel a tingle shoot down your spine, knowing that he was referring to you and your spar with suguru.
“or were you picturing yourself doing that to them instead? wishing that they were pinned underneath you, squirming in your hold. i wonder how they felt at that moment.” satoru speeds up his hand, using his mouth on the tip and licking the precum as it oozes like a faucet. his words seemingly working suguru up even more.
the image flashes in your mind, suguru’s strong arms keeping yours pinned to your back, knees to the sides of your hips as he straddles your ass. maybe you’d be able to feel the shape of his cock through his pants. it definitely seems like you would while you look at it now. his cock is pretty and proportionate to his height, which is very impressive, with a girth like you’ve never seen before. satoru has large hands and you can see that he can fit his hand around it with not much overlap between his fingers. the closer look at it makes you subconsciously drool, wanting to feel it in the back of your throat. you can only imagine what satoru’s would look like.
a loud moan rips you from your own mind, seeing satoru with suguru’s cock down his throat. his nose hitting the trimmed hairs by the base, no gagging as you visibly see his throat swallow around the length in his mouth. another moan leaves the black haired man’s mouth and satoru pulls off, leaving a trail of saliva hanging from the reddened tip.
“do you want to get caught sweetheart? you might want to keep it down,” satoru immediately deepthroats suguru’s cock again after the last word leaves his mouth.
suguru’s hand flies up to his mouth, biting down on the back of it from the sudden stimulation. the other hand grasping at satoru’s hair, accidentally knocking off his signature black blindfold. you can tell that even before the blindfold was off, he was looking up at suguru while his nose once again brushed his happy trail. his bright blue eyes gazing up at him with adoration and lust. the sounds that manage to leave suguru’s mouth even through the bite make your clit tingle in arousal.
your hand guiltily sneaks its way under your towel and over your underwear, feeling how wet you’ve gotten already. seeing satoru cock hungry and suguru struggle to be quiet has really affected you. you’ve definitely thought about the two boys like this before but never did you think it would happen. you slowly tease your fingers around your clit as you recall how you used to imagine what their cocks looked like, what shape their body took, the sounds they would make and now that it’s in front of you, your brain seems to move a bit slower. if you would’ve been paying attention to your surroundings you’re sure you could’ve felt earlier, satoru’s six eyes.
now aware of your surroundings, you pray that even though you felt his eyes on you, that it was a false sense. you know that it wasn’t false when satoru’s eyes move to look in your direction with his mouth still bobbing on suguru’s cock and said man’s head is thrown back onto the lockers lost in pleasure. you subconsciously circle your clit faster with those bright cerulean eyes watching your every move. his eyes move back to suguru, pulling off his cock very slowly wanting to still please him.
“come on out and show sugu’ what a dirty whore you are,” satoru calls for you.
a whimper leaves your throat involuntarily from being degraded by the man. you remove your hand from under your towel and step forward into the room. all your confidence leaves your body as now you are the center of attention. your hands grip the towel tightly to your body and your eyes on the ground, now too shy to make eye contact.
“did you hear how desperate suguru is for you? how he wanted to pin you down in return and put you into your place?” satoru teases you.
“they didn’t need to know that, ‘toru!” suguru’s voice slightly strained from the held back moans, “what if they’re uncomfortable?”
satoru ignores him and looks at you, “are you gonna be a good girl and tell him what you were doing behind the corner? or are you gonna be difficult?”
debating to yourself what to say you land on, “make me.”
satoru gets up from his knelt position and starts to saunter over towards you, his calm demeanor sending a chill up your spine. you know he would never hurt you but you do feel threatened in a way.
“say it one more time if you’re okay with whatever is going to happen.” satoru says when he’s about 3 steps away from you.
“make.me.” you would never want to miss out on this opportunity to live out your fantasy.
he quickly grasps your hair into his fist, pushing you down onto your knees while his other hand pulls down his pants and underwear. you know exactly where this is going and it excites you so you open your mouth with a moan in anticipation. his cock is exactly as you expected, pretty and pale like himself. the length and girth of it a perfect size with few veins and a light pink tip, extra drool drips off your tongue from examining him.
“fucking slut already knew what i was gonna do to them,” he groans as he shoves his cock down your throat, “you’re gonna regret that.”
he moves your head back slightly and then shoves you right back down, barely giving you time to catch a breath. you gag around the girth and your eyes already start to tear up. this has never happened to you in any other experience this quick, this one is already taking the cake. as the first two tears stream down your face, satoru keeps shallowly thrusting into the back of your throat. as much as he didn’t want to, he pulled you off of himself when your throat started constricting too much, he didn’t want you to pass out.
“so what were you doing over in the corner?” satoru asks you again.
you’re still sputtering from just having his cock down your throat and catching your breath. you try to talk but nothing comes out at first.
“i asked, what were you doing over in the corner?” satoru not cutting you any slack.
you’re able to cough a few times to gain your voice back, “n-nothing!”
“oh what? don’t want suguru to know about how much of a whore you are?” he still has your hand in his fist.
“y’know you don’t have to be afraid to tell me, baby,” suguru finally cuts in after he collects himself from satoru’s excellent head. “or else we’re just gonna hurt you more.”
“m-maybe that’s what i want…” you finally say to the pair.
“oh ho ho. when i saw you touching yourself by the door, i knew you’d be freaky like us.” satoru admits.
“mhm, been dreaming about this.” you admit shyly.
“let’s make that dream a reality.” suguru joins you guys closer to the doorway of the locker room just to tug both of you by the hands to get further into the room.
within minutes this experience has already blown your mind, it’s by far the best sex you’ve ever had. it started with you sitting on suguru’s face while doing your best to give satoru head, every time you stopped sucking him, he would shove his cock deep down your throat like before and suguru would spank your ass if that wasn’t enough.
cut to now where the three of you were in the same positions but suguru stops fucking his tongue into your hole and moves his face so his nose isn’t stimulating your clit either as a whine uncontrollably leaves your mouth sending vibrations around satoru’s cock. your pending orgasm starts to fizzle and you pull off of satoru.
instead of asking you to move, the two of them seemingly work like they’re reading each other's minds. suguru grabs your hips while he moves onto his knees behind you and shoves his cock into your dripping pussy the same time satoru makes you choke around his length again. a deep moan escapes you from the stretch of suguru in your cunt.
“fuuuuck, knew you’d be a tight bitch.” suguru groans from your gummy walls surrounding him. he already has your hips in a tight grip that’ll probably leave bruises but you don’t care about that right now. he then somehow grips them tighter and pulls them back onto his cock at the same time he starts thrusting.
the angle has him fucking past your g-spot on every thrust and you can feel your orgasm building up again. usually you need your clit to be touched for you to cum but the situation and the best dicking of your life makes this an exception it seems. satoru yanks you off his cock by your hair like he did to you earlier.
“fuck baby, got a mouth like no other. we could definitely train your throat to not gag as much around our cocks,” he says panting, “almost made me cum already.”
he turns to suguru, “and lucky for you, i already loosened you up earlier this morning.”
you pause as you realize what he meant, you’ll have to ask them about that later. satoru then moves out of your line of view and over to suguru. you have to admit, you imagined that instead of what you walked in on earlier, that it was satoru pounding into his best friend. you imagine the sounds suguru would let out as his prostate gets massaged and as soon as the thought crosses your mind, he actually makes a sound. his mouth is slightly agape, his nose scrunched, his face flustered and the noises, god the noises, his whimpers, and his breathy moans. the sounds alone are making you throb.
“fuck it’s too much,” suguru whines.
“be a good boy and take it. you were just whining to me about how you’ve been craving this.” satoru grabs him by the throat as he finishes prepping him and lubes himself up.
before satoru pushes into suguru, he turns you around to face him again and immediately goes back to his previous speed. as he goes to pull out for a harder thrust, satoru then pushes in hard but not hard enough to hurt. you can tell because of the blissed out look on his face and his hips still, the only movement being satoru’s thrusts.
he soon slows down into just a subtle grind and grabs suguru by the throat again, “if you stop, i stop. got it?”
“ye–,” a moan interrupts his response, “yes… i understand.”
“good boy,” he groans into his ear while pounding back into him.
subconsciously suguru starts to thrust into you at a fast pace, fucking himself back onto satoru’s cock and then right back into your wet cunt. you can tell he’s already overstimulated and trying his hardest not to cum so fast. seeing how much pleasure courses through his body somehow makes your body hotter and your desperation stronger. he’s currently holding himself up by his arms with his hands by your head so you’re able to reach down between you two to rub your clit. as soon as your hand circles around it in the first circle you reach your peak, you orgasm like you’ve never felt before, as if your body went into a different universe. you can’t control the noises that escape your mouth as you cum, it sounds like a mixture of their names with a loud moan and your body twitches in release. the denied orgasms from earlier making this even more intense.
“who said you could cum, slut?” satoru is able to tell from your moans alone. “you better not cum without permission.” he yanks suguru’s hair.
“since someone wants to not be a good listener, we’re gonna give them what they want and make them cum so many times they regret it.” satoru looks at you with a powerful look in his eyes.
he pulls out of suguru with a grunt and then grabs his hips to pull him out of you next.
“sugu’ you’re gonna take a break so you don’t cum and touch them while i take my turn with them.”
suguru goes straight for your chest, mouth open as his tongue swirls around your areola and barely grazing your nipple. his other hand is doing a similar thing but the touch feels lighter. at the same time his mouth and fingers latch on to your nipples, satoru eases his way inside your warmth and rubs light circles around your clit. your mouth hangs agape and no sound can leave it. you already feel like you could cum again just from a light touch.
satoru shifts his hips up ever so slightly and hits a spot you haven’t known of before. you’ve had your g-spot touched before but this was different, you couldn’t even begin to think about what it was at the moment, too focused on the constant bumping against that same spot.
after a few more thrusts, another orgasm rushes through your body unexpectedly. satoru grabs your legs and rests them on his shoulders and leans down to fold you slightly. your hand is still idling by your clit so the deep and fast thrusts are making your arms shake and bumping into your pulsing clit. as soon as you reach the end of one orgasm, another over throws you again and your pussy is clenching so hard around satoru he has to slow down some or else he would’ve came.
suguru pulls off your chest and kisses your cheeks, seeing how overstimulated you already were. you try to catch your breath while he does that and satoru comes to a still and is lightly massaging your thighs. you’re so sensitive though that just the touch of his large hands is still turning you on. he picks up on that quickly and replaces the light massage into a hard grip and ruts into you deeply. the sudden stimulation brings tears to your eyes as you can’t help but to continue to be loud.
to try and get you to quiet down, suguru shuffles onto his knees to where his cock is now in front of your face. without a second thought, you suckle on the tip, collecting his precum. his taste is the classic bitter and salty but it’s not very strong so it’s not too bad. after getting a good taste and getting to adjust your mouth, you’re able to fit more of it in and do your best to move your head. luckily with satoru’s thrusts you have good momentum.
satoru’s hands abandon your thighs but then instead go to your chest, squeezing it and pinching your nipples between his fingers while nailing your g-spot. muffled moans after muffled moans are heard vibrating around suguru’s length and it makes him grab the back of your head to bob it a bit faster. his movements are still a bit shallow so you can tell he’s getting close.
“‘toru p–” a sharp moan leaves his mouth as you swallow around him, “please c-can i cum? please? oh fuck.”
you start to choke a little from not catching your breath and hope that satoru would say yes. instead he chuckles and says, “just a little longer.”
you whine in response, tears now falling down your face and start moving your hand faster on your clit.
“oh fuck, you want me to leave it in you? want me to stuff you full of my cum?” satoru’s voice gets a little bit gruffer.
you nod your head and moan louder intentionally so he could know that you want it. the lack of oxygen and the constant tingling stimulation makes you cream all over satoru’s cock again. the pulsing of your orgasm pushes satoru into his own and the vibrations of your moans over suguru’s cock also makes him shoot his load down your throat.
the two of them slow down their motions and pull out as they come down from their highs and you finally catch your breath. you can feel satoru’s cum oozing out of your sore hole and it feels like there was a lot. you see suguru manage to get up and grab a washcloth from his shower bag. he wets it under the sink and the two of them lovingly clean you up and ease you back down from your highs. they sit you up and give you one of their water bottles to sip out of.
“are you okay?” satoru asks as he pats your head.
“mhm.” you barely let out because you feel as if your voice wouldn’t work anyways.
“c’mon let's get dressed to go home and cuddle,” suguru caresses your cheek.
and you guys did exactly that…as well as a few other rounds.
mdni!!! (≧∀≦)
UMMMMM UHHHHHHH BLAME THIS ON THIS POST AND VALE I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!
cw’s!!: light(?) petplay (sugu calls u puppy + clicker trains u hehe), very very light dacryphilia, gn! reader (no specific parts mentioned other than the fact that ur bottoming!!), husband sugu…. the loml……..
wc: 792 :3
it started off as something silly! “for positive reinforcement.” suguru had explained simply when you narrowed your eyes at his initial mention of the idea. even after that (very poor) explanation, you still weren’t completely convinced.
“i’m just worried about you, my love. we’ve exhausted every option, haven’t we? why not try something unconventional?” and you would’ve refused once again, but ohhh, the way he wrapped his arms around your waist as he spoke… he was only worried for your wellbeing, after all…
he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head after your reluctant agreement.
and honestly? it wasn’t that bad at first! you had honestly thought that he forgot about the whole thing after a week of radio silence on the topic.
it wasn’t until he got home from a full day of errands that it was brought up again.
“did you eat, pretty?” he asked softly after pressing a peck to your lips in greeting. as soon as you let out a small hum of affirmation, there was a distinct sound coming from your husbands pocket that made your eyes narrow in suspicion.
two distinct clicks.
it took you a second to realize what it was, but an annoyed huff left you when you saw the smug look on his face. fucking bastard…
“good job, puppy.” you could only push him away as he laughed and heat rose to your cheeks.
it became almost routine after that. yes, you did huff and pout a couple of times after that initial instance, but you were used to the clicker after the first week. it was the same routine every time — you did something to take care of yourself, you got two clicks and a small praise from him.
and maybe… after a while… you found yourself purposefully taking care of yourself just so he could praise you… (you weren’t very good at hiding it, he saw the way your perked up expectantly whenever you told him about something good that you did.)
the thing is: if this whole arrangement started off as an experiment, why was the small, plastic device resting in his palm while you were struggling to sink onto his cock?
“c’mon pup, you got it...” his free hand is squeezing at your hip, the pads of his fingers digging into the soft skin there (it’d probably bruise later, but that’s the last thing on your mind at the moment).
“stop-… stop callin’ me that…” your voice comes out much whinier than you would’ve liked, but who could blame you? it was always so hard to take him in this position.
your bottom lip is in a small pout and wobbling slightly in frustration, your watery eyes fixed on where you and suguru meet. he stays quiet, running his hands over your skin in a comforting gesture to ease some of the tension in your muscles (it works, of course. his touch always brought you an unexplainable sort of comfort.)
you finally take all of him a few minutes later with a small, whimpered curse, the building tears in your eyes finally rolling down your cheeks when you feel the tip of his cock nudge right against that spot inside of you.
click click!
“thaaat’s it, puppy… fuck-“ a winded sort of chuckle leaves him. “— squeezed so tight when i used the clicker… you like it that much?” his hips twitch up into you involuntarily, making a strangled little whimper leave you against your will as you shake your head adamantly in denial.
“no? i must’ve been imagining things, then.” he breathes, finally starting the slow rock of his hips (of course he’d never let you do any of the work on your own!)
even so, your hips move to meet his motions while small, punched out moans escape your lips.
“there you go, puppy…” he groans softly. “takin’ me so well, so good f’me.” he’s practically babbling out praises at this point and as much as you wanted to deny it, the annoying little nickname he gave you was getting you close embarrassingly fast.
and fuck, the final thing that does you in are the godforsaken two clicks! that your brain had seemed to be specifically searching for.
his eyes are wide as he watches you unravel on top of him, the small whimpers leaving you only further confirming your puppy-like nature to your husband.
“did you just-” “shut up.” your voice is weak with embarrassment and your orgasm, but he’s quick to listen despite that.
he silently hopes he could train you to do that every time he used the clicker. how fun would that be?