SYPNOSIS. you three were thick as thieves in college, always ending up tangled in the same bed after parties. graduation hit and the hookups stopped, everyone drifted into real life. three years later you run into them again and apparently, theyāre in a relationship now?! it stings, feeling like the odd one out even though youāre happy for them. but when they show up at your door, itās clearāthey want the three of you back in bed together.
PAIRING. gojo satoru x geto suguru x f! reader
CONTENT. MDNI. threesome. porn with plot. established couple (satoru + suguru). vaginal + anal penetration. double penetration. oral sex (f receiving + m receiving). face-fucking/gagging. excessive creampies + cum overflow. massive cum loads everywhere. squirting. overstimulation. praise kink. dirty talk. spit play. cum play. hair-pulling. light choking (throat bulge mentions). clit stimulation. visible tears from overstimulation & throat use. emotionally raw nostalgia-fueled neediness. filthy reunion sex yeyeye. reader kinda a yearner tbh
A/N. RAHHH okay first dp i didnt do that well. art by thatsallitchief
your life now is just... steady. kinda boring if you're honest.
same wake-up time, same coffee that's gone cold by the time you finish scrolling emails, same desk in your apartment staring out at the same slice of city skyline, same grind until you shut the laptop.
weeks bleed togetherāhappy hours where everyone gripes about the same shit. whether it's rent, dating apps, or bosses. brunches that start fun and end with phones out, opening hinge at 2 a.m. then closing it because nobody's just right.
rent's paid, you have friends, that raise last year actually helped. but some nights the quiet hits different and your brain starts replaying college like it's the only highlight reel that still worksācrashing on someone's couch laughing till it hurt, waking up sticky and warm between two bodies.
no plan, no pressure, no clock ticking down on anything you do.
if life doesnāt kill you, youāre sure nostalgia will.
tonight youāre out with your usual group at this bar downtown, the one with exposed brick and cocktails priced like theyāre doing you a favor. your friends are already a few drinks in, debating whether the dj is phoning it in or if youāre all just getting old. youāre working on a gin and tonic, half in the conversation, half letting your eyes wander the room.
you watch couples leaning close on awkward first dates, groups of guys cheering at the screens, girls snapping bathroom selfies under the neon signs.
you slip away to grab the next round, threading through the crowd to the bar. itās crowded, shoulders brushing everywhere, so you ease in beside a tall figure ordering something neat. you donāt look up right away, just raise your voice over the music to give the bartender your order.
then you feel it. that weird pull.
recognition really hits like a slow wave.
life gotta be playing with you.
hair longer than you remember, still tied back loose, dark shirt sleeves rolled, looking like he walked out of every late-night memory you tried to bury. he's grabbing his glass when his eyes hit yours and freeze.
back in college he was always the one people noticed first. heās not loud like satoru, not flashy too but girls used to linger near him the most, in the library stacks, at parties, pretending they were looking for someone else while stealing glances. theyād ask you questions about him, casual but obvious like ādoes suguru have a girlfriend?ā orĀ āis he seeing anyone?ā
he never seemed to notice, or if he did he acted like it didnāt matter. heād just smile that slow, half-lidded smile and keep talking to you and satoru like the rest of the room didnāt exist.
it used to drive you a little crazy, how easy it was for him to pull attention without trying. you hated how much you liked being the one he actually looked at.
āholy shit.ā you hear him say.
you blink hard. āit's really you."
he sets the drink down with a clatter, that slow smile creeping up like it never left. āyou've gotta be kidding me.ā
a nervous laugh slips out. āyeah hi.ā
he steps in closer right away, shoulder brushing yours in the crush, blocking out half the noise. āyou look... fuck. good. too good.ā
āsays you. what the hell are you doing here?ā
āfelt like i needed a drink.ā he leans an elbow on the bar, eyes locked on you like the rest of the room vanished. āhow long's it been?ā
āthree years. maybe three and a half.ā the number feels heavy coming out. āyou still around?ā
āyeah, still around,ā suguru says, scratching the back of his neck. āmoved back last year. freelance graphic design crap now. pays okay, keeps me out of a cubicle. you?ā
āsame old office grind, itās close here actually.ā you shrug, āit's... whatever. stable.ā
he snorts. āyou always hated that word.ā
āstill do.ā you take a sip, āfeels like a polite way of saying stuck.ā
āyou don't look stuck. you look like you're doing the thing. the grown-up version.ā
you stare at him for a second, the words sitting funny in your chest. part of you wants to laugh it off, part of you wants to snap that he has no idea what the grown-up version of you actually feels like. mostly you just feel exposed, like he can still see right through the routine you built to keep everything at arm's length.
āthis feels weird.ā you mutter.
the bar noise crashes back in. someone yelling about a missed shot on the tv, glasses clinking, you hear your friends' laughter drifting over from the table. suguru stays right where he is. you don't step away either.
āso,ā he says eventually, voice quieter. āsatoru and i... we're together now. have been for a while.ā
your stomach drops. āoh.ā
it feels ugly. the ugly kind that sneaks up and sits heavy in your chest without asking permission. the kind that makes you feel small and petty even though you know you have no right to feel it.
youāre happy for them. you are. but happy doesnāt cancel out the rest.
itās just the sudden reminder that the three of you used to be a unit, and now youāre looking at the space where you used to fit, wondering why it doesnāt hurt more and why it hurts at all. you thought youād moved past this. boxed it up with the dorm posters and the cheap beer koozies and the late-night texts that eventually stopped coming.
apparently not. apparently three years isnāt long enough to erase the way his name next to satoruās still makes your ribs feel tight, like someoneās pressing on the exact spot where the old ache lives.
you wonder if they ever felt the gap the way you did. if they ever looked at each other and thought, this is perfect but somethingās missing. or if you were the only one who kept waiting for the third piece to click back in.
you hate that it stings. you hate that part of you still wants to be the missing piece instead of being fine on your own.
you force your eyes up to meet his. āthatās good. iām glad.ā
he watches you carefully. āyeah?ā
āyeah.ā you nod, even though it feels mechanical. āseriously. happy for you guys.ā
he doesnāt look convinced, but he doesnāt call you on it. instead his fingers brush your arm again. āwe still talk about the old days and you come up a lot. satoru still bitches that nobody else can keep up with him the way you did.ā
you manage a small huff. āhe would.ā
āhe misses you.ā suguruās voice drops lower. āi miss you.ā
you open your mouth to say something but before the sound can come out someone shoves past hard from behind, cutting you off mid-breath. you stumble forward, right into suguru.
your chest presses to his for a split second, close enough that you feel the steady rise and fall under his shirt. his hand comes up automatically to your waist to steady you, fingers firm but careful, and for that half-second everything narrows to the heat of his palm through your top, the way his breath catches just a little.
shit, you think. this is bad. this is really bad. because your body remembers before your brain can stop it. remembers how his grip used to tighten when he pulled you closer, how his mouth used to find your neck right after. you should pull away. you should step back. but your feet donāt move.
his hand drops fast, like he just realized what he was doing. āsorry,ā he mutters but it sounds more like a question than an apology.
āitās fine,ā you say. your skin still feels his touch like an afterimage. you take a sip of your drink to do something with your hands. you swear the gin taste more bitter. āstill vanilla,ā he says like heās testing the words. āstill fucks with me.ā
your stomach flips looking up at him through your lashes. āyouāre not supposed to say shit like that anymore.ā
āprobably not.ā he shrugs one shoulder, but thereās no real apology in it. ādoesnāt make it less true.ā
you donāt know what to say to that.
you swallow. āsuguru.ā
ācome over sometime,ā he proposes before you can finish the thought. āboth of us, no pressure. justā¦ talk. or donāt talk. whatever feels right.ā
thatās not a good idea at all.
you swallow. āmaybe.ā
his mouth curves to a small smile, just enough to show he heard you. āmaybeās good.ā
you glance over your shoulder. your friends are still at the table, one of them waving you over now, holding up an empty glass like a signal flare.
āi shouldāā you start, gesturing vaguely toward them.
he nods understanding, āyeah. donāt let me keep you.ā
āsend my regards to gojo.ā
suguruās smile shiftsāheās amuse now. āsatoru,ā he corrects gently, like itās important. āheād love to hear from you. directly. not through me.ā
you feel your face heat again. āright. satoru.ā
he holds your gaze for another second. ātext him. or me. or both. weāre not hard to find.ā
you nod, not trusting your voice. then you force yourself to turn, weave back through the crowd. you slide into your seat at the table, someone shoves a fresh drink your way without asking, already mid-story, laughing too loud. you take it, fingers wrapping around the cold glass, but your eyes flick back toward the bar almost on instinct.
just empty space where he was standing a minute ago, like the crowd closed over him the second you looked away. your chest does this stupid little squeeze.Ā
one of your friends nudges you. āyou good? you look spaced.ā
you force a quick laugh, shake your head. āyeah, justā¦ ran into someone from college. weird.ā
that same night you cried yourself to sleep.
you got home around two, kicked off your shoes at the door, didnāt bother turning on the big lightājust the lamp by the couch. your friends had kept the shots coming after you sat back down, and you drank enough to blur the edges without actually forgetting anything.
you showered quick, then went to bed quick.
you crawled in wearing an old t-shirt then pulled the blanket up to your chin and stared at the ceiling. the city lights leaked through the blinds in thin stripes, moving slow across the wall like they were trying to leave too.
at first it was just quiet tears. slipping out without sound. then your chest started hitching and you turned your face into the pillow. you cried for the girl who used to fit perfectly between them. cried for the way suguruās hand felt on your waist tonightālike muscle memory he hadnāt lost. cried because you now felt like a loser more than ever. it's probably just your stupid FOMO, but can it be help when you can't really do anything about it?
so you cried realizing how much you missed out on.
you thought about texting. opened the chat with suguruāempty since graduation. thumbs hovered. deleted the half-typed āheyā. closed it. opened satoruās instead. same thing. empty. you pictured him seeing your name pop up and grinning that stupid wide grin, or maybe frowning, or maybe just staring at the screen like he didnāt know what to say either. you pictured suguru telling him about tonight, the two of them on their couch, legs tangled, talking about you like youāre still part of the conversation.
the thought made the crying worse.
how can you be so lonely?
eventually the tears slowed to sniffles. your eyes felt swollen, throat raw. you rolled onto your back, stared at the dark ceiling again. just you and the hum of the fridge and the distant siren somewhere down the street.
two weeks pass like they always do. you tell yourself the bar night was just a blipāa weird, nostalgic collision that doesnāt have to mean anything. you donāt text. neither do they.Ā
itās friday night now. finally.
it's one of those that feels earned after a week of meetings that couldāve been emails and emails that couldāve been nothing. youāre home early for once, takeout bag already on the counterāpad thai and spring rolls. you light the candle you bought last month, the one that smells like clean linen and something faintly sweet, the flame flickering soft against the living room wall. you queue up a movie, youāve always loved roncoms. you change into soft shorts and an oversized hoodie, sink into the couch with the blanket pulled over your legs, phone on silent, lights dimmed just right.
you hit play. the opening credits roll while you crack open the takeout container, steam rising, fork halfway to your mouth.
tonight is going to be good.Ā
three quick raps on the door.
you freeze. the movie keeps going, voices muffled under the sudden quiet in your head.
another knock. softer this time, but insistent.
you set the container down, wipe your hands on your shorts, you pad over to the door in bare feet, peek through the peephole.
satoruās leaning against the frame, arms crossed, sunglasses pushed up into his white hair even though itās dark outside. suguruās standing a step behind, hands in his pockets, hair loose tonight, they both look so good.
you hear them before you open the door.
satoruās voice first, āyou knock. youāre the one who saw her.ā
suguru exhales through his nose. āyouāre the loud one. sheāll think itās a delivery guy if itās you.ā
ānah, sheāll know itās me. iāve got presence.ā
āyouāve got volume. just knock satoru."
āfine, but if she slams it in our faces, itās your fault for making me go first.ā
āshe wonāt slam it. she said maybe.ā
āmaybeās not yes, suguru.ā
āitās not no either.ā
a pause. you can almost picture satoru rolling his eyes.
āokay, but what do we even say? āhey, remember us? we brought booze and unresolved tensionā?ā
suguru snorts quietly. āwe say hi. we ask how sheās been, tell her she looks good whatever.ā
āboring. i say we lead with the booze. she always liked my taste in whiskey.ā
āshe liked when you shut up sometimes too.ā
ārude. untrue. mostly untrue.ā
you hear satoru shift his weight.
āseriously though,ā his voice drops, softer now. āwhat if she doesnāt want to see us? what if that maybe was just polite?ā
suguruās quiet for a second. āthen we leave. but i donāt think it was polite. she looked at me like she was trying not to look at me. thatās not polite. thatās something else.ā
satoru lets out a breath. āso she was seducing you with her eyes.ā
āstop stalling seriously.ā
āiām building dramatic tension.ā
satoru knocks again, sharper this time, like heās committing to whatever this is.
you stand there a second longer, hand on the knob, stomach doing lazy somersaults.
they both straighten at the same time, like theyāve been caught mid-argument.
satoruās grin breaks firstāwide, bright, exactly the way you remember, sunglasses shoved up into his hair even though itās night. āhey, stranger.ā
heās still got that cocky tilt, the one that says he knows exactly how pretty he is and doesnāt mind if you know it too.Ā
suguruās smile is smaller, warmer, eyes steady on yours like heās been waiting for this exact second. ātold you weāre not hard to find.ā
you blink at them, āno shit. you came to me.ā
satoruās grin stretches wider, eyes crinkling at the corners. ācouldnāt wait for the maybe to turn into a text. figured weād speedrun it.ā
suguru rolls his eyes but the corner of his mouth twitches. āweāre not staying if you want us gone. promise.ā
āhey donāt give her ideas.ā
you stare at them both framed in your doorway like some kind of fever dream you didnāt ask for but arenāt quite ready to wake up from. satoruās still grinning like a cat that got the cream and then some, one hand already lifting the paper bag heās holding so you can see the neck of a bottle inside. suguruās quieter, but his eyes havenāt left your face once.
āyou gonna let us in or are we doing the whole hallway reunion thing?ā satoru asks.
you swallow. your mouth feels dry even though you were just eating noodles five minutes ago.
ācome in,ā you say. it comes out softer than you mean it to.
they step inside together, satoru kicks his shoes off without asking, suguru follows more carefully. you close the door behind them. looking at them, you canāt help but think how much they make sense together.
honestly. who wouldnāt want them together?
the apartment smells like pad thai and that clean-linen candle. the tv is still paused on the opening scene, some cheesy line frozen mid-delivery. you grab the remote and mute it completely.
satoru sets the bag on your kitchen counter. he pulls out the whiskeyāmuttering how itās good stuff, and how he used to steal from his dadās liquor cabinet back in the day and three lowball glasses he mustāve spotted in the open cabinet.
āyou still keep ice?ā he asks, already opening your freezer like muscle memory.
āyeah. drawer on the left.ā
suguru stays closer to you. he glances around your placeāthe books stacked unevenly on the coffee table, the throw blanket half-falling off the couch, the single plate and fork you were using. his gaze lingers on the takeout container like heās cataloging how alone the night looked before they showed up.
āyou were having a quiet one,ā he says, āor were you expecting anybody?ā
āwas trying to,ā you admit. āand no, i wasnāt expecting anybody.ā
satoru snorts from the kitchen. ārom-com?ā
āā¦yes? problem with that?ā
āknew it.ā he drops ice into the glasses with that satisfying clink. āyou always cried at the part where they almost miss each other at the airport.ā
āi did not always cry and not every rom-com involves an airport.ā
āyou sobbed into my hoodie once. you ruined the collar.ā
you feel your face heat. āthat was one time and you lent it to me.ā
ābecause you were crying,ā he sing-songs, pouring amber liquid over the ice.
you guys end up on the couch somehow, like it's the most natural thing. satoru hands out the glasses firstāyours with a wink, suguru's with a nudge, his own last like he forgot he needed one too. the whiskey's smooth, burns just right going down, and you take a sip while they settle in.
satoru flops down on one end, legs sprawled out, arm already slinging over the back of the couch like he owns the place. suguru slides off the arm to the middle cushion, close enough that his knee bumps yours when you sit. you tuck your legs under you, trying to act casual when thereās nothing casual about this.
satoru reaches over suguru and hooks his fingers around your wrist, tugging you closer until you're half-leaning against suguru's side.
"what? c'mere," satoru says, sounding offended. "we're not strangers. scoot."
you roll your eyes but let him pull you in, ending up sandwiched a little, your shoulder against suguru's chest, satoru's hand lingering on your arm for a second before he lets go. the couch dips under all three of you.
"so," you say, swirling the ice in your glass. "how did this start? fill me in." you gesture vaguely between them.
satoru takes a sip of his whiskey, ice clinking against the glass as he leans back further into the couch, his free arm still draped behind suguru. "how did what happen? us?" he points between himself and suguru with his pinky. "or us showing up here like a couple of creeps?"
"it wasn't some big thing. after graduation, we kinda... stuck around each other. satoru crashed at my place for a month, said his apartment hunt was going bad. turned into two months. then we were just... together. no labels at first, but eventually yeah."
satoru snorts. "you make it sound boring. i was basically squatting, eating all your ramen, and one night we were watching some shitty film and i just kissed him. like, mid-explosion scene. romantic as hell."
you can't help the small laugh that bubbles up. "mid-explosion? that's your move?"
"hey, it worked." satoru grins, tilting his glass toward suguru. "he kissed back.ā
suguru rolls his eyes, but there's a fond curve to his mouth. "you tasted like instant noodles. not exactly fireworks."
"bullshit, you loved it." satoru nudges him with his elbow, then turns his eyes on you, that bright blue stare pinning you in place. "but yeah, that's the gist. we figured it out. works good. great, even."
you nod. "makes sense. you two always clicked like that."
itās uncomfortable quiet now. suguru's hand moves from his knee to rest lightly on your thigh, just above the hem of your shorts. it's casual, like he's not even thinking about it, but your skin prickles under his fingers. "we talked about you a lot," he says softly. "wondered what you were up to. if you were seeing anyone."
satoru leans forward, setting his glass on the coffee table with a soft thunk. "yeah, and i gotta say, i'm kinda pissed suguru found you first at that bar. like, what the fuck?"
you raise an eyebrow. "jealous?"
was he jealous of you because heās with suguru? or was he jealous of suguru for finding you first?
"hell yeah." satoru doesn't even hesitate, his voice dropping to that playful whine he always had when he wanted something. "he texts me right after, all 'guess who i ran into?' and i'm stuck at work doing paperworks like a loser. should've been me. i found you first back in college, remember? that party where you were trying to shotgun a beer and spilled it all over yourself?"
you groan, covering your face with one hand. "oh god, don't remind me. that was embarrassing."
suguru chuckles, his thumb brushing a small circle on your thighs now. "you were cute. satoru dragged you over like he'd won the lottery."
you huff a laugh, shaking your head at the memory. "yeah, and then i spent the rest of the night smelling like cheap beer. thanks for that."
satoru leans in closer, his arm brushing suguru's shoulder as he does. "worth it. look where it got us."
you glance down at his hand, anything to not look both of them in the eyes.
"we missed that," suguru says, voice low but casual, like he's commenting on the weather. "the three of us. not just the hanging out part, but... you know."
you swallow, the whiskey warming your chest. "the hooking up?"
"yeah," satoru answered this time. "don't act like you forgot. those nights were the best.ā
you kept quiet, overthinking it now. do they want you to go in between them? you canāt fathom to think about doing that.Ā
suguru shifts, his body angling toward you more like heās reading that youāre overthinking it. "we talked about it though. after we got together. like, a lot. satoru would bring it up every time we got a little drunk, saying shit like 'remember when she did that thing with her mouth?' and i'd just nod because yeah, i remembered."
satoru smirks, not even denying it. "guilty. you were always the wildcard. kept things interesting. with just me and him, it's goodānot saying itās lackluster baby but sometimes we look at each other and it's like, 'something's missing.'"
your pulse picks up. "and that something's me?"
"duh," satoru says, like it's the most obvious thing. "not in a creepy way. we don't want to drag you into our shit if you're not into it. but seeing you at the bar... suguru came home and couldn't shut up about how you looked. i got jealous as hell."
suguru elbows him lightly. "you were pouting the whole next day."
you can't help the small smile. but still, this feels wrong.
not in the way that you feel used. more like... this is too easy. like someone's handing you the exact thing you cried over two weeks ago on a silver platter, and your brain's screaming "there's gotta be a catch"
you set your glass down on the coffee table, "guys."
"this isn't... i mean, i'm not saying no," you start, words tripping over themselves. "but it feels like i'm the third wheel who just got invited back for a nostalgia fuck. like you two are solid now, and i'm the extra piece because you suddenly decided that you miss how it felt before.ā
satoru exhales through his nose. "that's notā"
"let her finish," suguru cuts in quietly, hand squeezing your thigh once before sliding off. giving you space. "she's right to ask."
you pull your knees up a little, hugging them loosely. "you show up here looking like you stepped out of my wet dreams, whiskey in hand, talking about how you miss the old days. and yeah, i miss them too. a lot. but you have each other. you built something without me. what happens after tonight? we fuck, it's amazing, then i go back to my rom-coms and pad thai alone while you two go home together? i don't want to be the side quest."
satoru rubs the back of his neck, looking younger suddenly. "shit. when you say it like that it sounds awful."
"it kinda is awful if that's what it is."
suguru leans forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like he's choosing his words one at a time. "we didn't come here planning to fuck and bounce. we came because... the last three years have been good. really good. but there's always been this quiet thing between us where we'd look at each other and one of us would say your name. iām not saying we need you to make it better, itās just that you were part of what made us work in the first place. we didn't replace you. we just... learned how to be two without the third. but we never stopped wanting the third back."
satoru nods. "and not as some accessory. like, equal. all three. if that's something you even want to try. again, we talked about this. a lot. we want you in the picture, not for old times' sake. for right now. and tomorrow. and whatever comes after."
you look between them. both of their eyes on you.
"and if i say i need time to think about it?ā
āyou have all the time baby.ā
āexactly. weāre not here to corner you. we just wanted you to know where weāre at.ā
you uncurl your legs a little. āokay. i hear you. i justāi need a second to sit with it. my brainās doing cartwheels.ā
satoruās mouth quirks. āfair. cartwheels are valid.ā
an hour pass and at some point suguru stands up, stretches, mutters something about needing the bathroom. he disappears down the hall, door clicking shut behind him.
satoru doesnāt miss a beat.
he scoots closer the second the door closes, arm slung over the back of the couch again, fingers brushing your shoulder.
āso,ā he says, voice dropping into that conspiratorial tone he used to use when he was about to ask something filthy. āwhenās the last time you got laid?ā
you choke on your sip, whiskey burning your nose. ājesus toru.ā
āwhat? weāre catching up.ā heās grinning, all teeth and mischief. ācome on. iām dying here. give me something.ā
you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. ānone of your business.ā
āuh ohhh ~ itās been awhile.ā
you shoot him a look. āitās beenā¦ fine. occasional i do have sex.ā
he tilts his head. ādefine occasional.ā
ālikeā¦ once every four months if iām lucky.ā
satoru winces dramatically. āouch. thatās criminal. youāre telling me nobodyās been taking care of you properly?ā
āthey tried. mostly bad at it.ā you shrug, āor maybe iām just picky now.ā
ānah. youāre not picky. you just know what good feels like.ā he leans in a lil closer, voice quieter. āwe ruined you for everyone else, didnāt we?ā
you roll your eyes but the heat creeps up your neck anyway. ācocky much?ā
āseriously though. was the last one at least decent? or are we talking two-pump chump territory?ā
you laugh, āsomewhere in between. he was enthusiastic though.ā
āenthusiastic is code for jackhammer.ā
he hums, studying your face. his eyes flick down to your mouth for half a second, then back up. āyou still taste the same when youāre nervous?ā
your stomach does a lazy flip. āyouāre ridiculous.ā
āmaybeā¦wanna kiss me? just to see if it still feels like old times?ā
you glance toward the hallway. bathroom doorās still closed. āsuguruās literally right there.ā
satoru shrugs one shoulder, casual as hell. āhe wonāt mind. promise. weāve talked about this too. heād probably be pissed if i didnāt at least try.ā
you search his face, looking for the catch. there isnāt oneājust that bright, expectant look heās always had when he knows heās about to get what he wants.
āyou guys sure talked a lot about me.ā you mutter, but youāre already shifting closer.
"oh you have no clue babe."
he meets you halfway. the kiss starts slow, his lips are warm, still carry a faint burn of whiskey. then you open for him and you feel his tongue sliding against yours, hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, his thumb brushing your jaw. itās familiar and new at the same time. hungrier than you remember.
you make a small sound into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to murmur, āstill good?ā
āshut up,ā you breathe, tugging him back in.
this time he kisses you deeper, teeth grazing your bottom lip, free hand sliding to your waist under the hoodie. his fingers splay across bare skin, you arch toward him without thinking, one hand fisting his shirt.
the toilet flushes down the hall. then after a minute you hear him.
āstarting without me?ā
satoru doesnāt pull away right away. he gives one more slow lick against your tongue, then breaks it with a soft smack, grinning against your mouth. ātold you he wouldnāt mind.ā
suguru comes back from the hallway wiping his hands on his jeans like heās not even in a hurry. he stops a couple feet away, arms crossed, staring down at you and satoru tangled on the couch. your hoodieās already shoved up, satoruās mouth on your neck, one hand squeezing your tit through the fabric, the other rubbing slow circles over your shorts right where youāre throbbing.
suguru doesnāt say anything at first. just watches. then he steps closer, reaches down, grabs a fistful of satoruās white hair and yanks his head back hard.
āmove,ā suguru says. he was calm but the grip says otherwise.
satoru lets out this half-laugh. ājealous already?ā
āshut up.ā suguru pulls him up by the hair until their faces are inches apart. satoruās grinning like an idiot, suguru doesnāt smile back. he just crashes their mouths together.
itās not cute. itās teeth and tongue right away. suguru licks deep into satoruās mouth, sucks on his tongue like heās trying to taste whatever satoru just had on his lips. satoru moans loud into it, hands coming up to grab suguruās face, thumbs digging into his jaw. they kiss sloppyāwet smacks, satoruās tongue chasing suguruās when he tries to pull back. suguru bites satoruās bottom lip hard enough that satoru hisses, then licks over the sting like an apology he doesnāt mean.
youāre just lying there, legs still spread, shorts damp, watching them make out. your clit pulses every time one of them groans.
suguru finally breaks the kiss with a slow drag of his tongue across satoruās lips. satoruās panting, cheeks flushed, looking wrecked already.
āmy turn,ā suguru says, voice rougher now. he drops to his knees between your legs, shoves your thighs wider with both hands. he then hooks two fingers in your panties, yanks them to the side so rough the fabric digs into your skin for a second. your pussyās right there, clit peeking out.
āfuck,ā he mutters, almost to himself. ālook at her.ā
satoru leans over your shoulder to see better, chin on your collarbone. ātold you sheād be soaked.ā
suguru doesnāt answer. he just leans in and licks one long stripe from your hole to your clit, tongue flat. you gasp, hips jerking up. he groans against you, the sound vibrating straight through your clit. then he does it again, slower, letting the tip of his tongue dip inside you before dragging back up.
ās-shit ha-ahh sugu.ā
satoruās hand slides under your hoodie again, finds your nipple, pinches it sharp. āshe likes that,ā he says. ādo it harder.ā
suguru hums, sucks your clit between his lips, gentle at first, then harder, tongue flicking fast over the tip. you whine, fingers twisting in his hair. he pushes two fingers inside youāno warning, just slides them in deep, curls them up rough against that spot. your back arches, thighs shaking around his head.
āsuguāā your voice cracks.
he pulls his fingers out slow, replaces them with his tongue, fucking into you with it while his nose grinds your clit. wet, filthy sounds fill the roomāslurping, your slick coating his chin, dripping down his neck. satoruās watching, breathing hard against your ear.
āheās eating you like heās starving,ā satoru mutters. āisnāt that cute, baby?ā
āt-toru kiss me.. again please?ā
suguru growls low, the vibration making you clench. he adds a third finger, stretches you open, pumps them fast while his mouth stays locked on your clit, sucking hard. your legs start trembling bad. youāre closeātoo close.
satoru grabs your chin, turns your face, kisses you messy. he swallows your moans while suguru keeps going below.
you come hard. thighs clamp around suguruās head, whole body shaking, a choked sob ripping out of you. he doesnāt stop, instead he keeps licking slow through it, lapping up everything, fingers still buried deep until youāre twitching and oversensitive.
when he finally pulls back his face is a mess.
his lips swollen, chin dripping, hair wrecked. he looks up at satoru, eyes dark.
ātaste her,ā he says.
satoru doesnāt hesitate. he leans down, grabs suguru by the back of the neck, pulls him up into another kiss. this oneās slower but dirtierāsatoru licking into suguruās mouth, chasing every bit of you on his tongue. they moan into each other, hands everywhere, satoruās fingers digging into suguruās shoulders.
youāre still catching your breath, pussy throbbing, when they break apart. both of them look at youāsuguruās mouth wet, satoruās pupils huge.
satoru grins, voice wrecked. ācāmon letās see if we can do it at the same time.ā
suguru nods once, already reaching to tug your shorts the rest of the way off.
they both drop lower. satoru takes the left side, suguru the right. they meet in the middle, two tongues on your clit at the same time. satoruās faster, flicking sharp little licks, suguruās slower, broader, sucking you between their mouths. sometimes their tongues slide against each other over you, wet and hot, tasting you together.
you grab both their heads, fingers tangled in white and black hair, hips grinding up into their faces. they donāt mind. satoruās tongue dipping inside you while suguru sucks your clit, then switching, then both flattening their tongues and licking up and down your slit like theyāre sharing an ice cream cone.
itās too much. youāre whimpering nonstop, thighs shaking again.
you shatter. louder this time. back bowing off the couch, crying out their names mixed together. they continue to lick you through it until youāre a trembling mess, pushing weakly at their heads because itās too sensitive.
they finally pull back. faces shiny, lips red, breathing hard. they look at each other, then at you.
satoru licks his lips slow, tasting what's left of you. "fuck, you came so hard that time. squirted a little on my tongue."
suguru wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirks. "she did. tasted sweeter the second time."
they pull back slow, both of them breathing heavy. you feel empty and oversensitive at the same time, your own juices dripping down your ass onto the couch cushion. satoru sits back on his heels first, wiping his chin with his thumb, then sucking it clean like it's nothing.Ā
"fuck," he says, voice hoarse. "you always tasted this good or did we just forget how sweet you are?"
suguru stays kneeling a second longer, eyes locked between your legs like he's memorizing the way you're still twitching. then he leans in one last time, presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss right over your clit. he pulls away with a quiet smack of lips.
"how are you shaking," suguru mutters like he has no clue what he and his boyfriend just did. "you okay?"
you nod, but your voice comes out small. "yeah. just... a lot."
satoru laughs low. "ahh give her a break sugu." he shifts up onto the couch beside you again, pulls you half into his lap so your back's against his chest. his arms wrap loose around your waist, chin hooked over your shoulder. you can feel how hard he is through his jeans, pressing against your lower back.
suguru stays on the floor between your knees, hands resting on your thighs. he's hard too, his bulge obvious, straining the front of his jeans.
satoru nuzzles your neck, lips brushing your ear. "remember what you told me earlier? when suguru was in the bathroom?"
you tense a little. "toruā"
"nah, he should know." he looks at suguru over your shoulder. "she said it's been... what, four months? said the guys she's been with were mostly shit at it. nobody taking care of her right."
suguru's eyes flick up to yours. "that true?"
you bite your lip, nod once. "yes...pretty much."
suguru exhales slow through his nose. "fuck. that's criminal." his hands tighten on your thighs for a second, for some reason that just made him harder.Ā
ācāmere,ā he says, voice low. not a question.
he stands up slow, jeans still open from earlier, cock heavy and flushed between his legs. he doesnāt bother tucking himself away. just steps closer until his knees bump the couch.
satoru tightens his arms around your waist from behind, chin still on your shoulder. āyou heard him,ā he murmurs against your ear. āgo on. let him feel that mouth again.ā
youāre still in satoruās lap, back pressed to his chest, legs spread wide over his thighs. his cock is hard against your ass through his jeans, throbbing every time you shift even a little. he doesnāt let you move off him, keeping you right where you are.
suguru doesnāt say anything else. just reaches down, wraps one hand around the base of his cock, gives it one slow stroke while he looks at your mouth. then he steps in closer, the head brushing your bottom lip.
ācāmere,ā he repeats.
you open for him without thinking. tongue out first, just enough to taste the leak at the slit. suguru hisses, hips twitching forward. you take the head past your lips, suck soft, letting your tongue swirl around the ridge. heās thickā¦really thick that he stretches your mouth right away, salty and hot on your tongue.
satoru groans behind you, he keeps himself busy as he cups your tit, thumb rolling slow over your nipple. the other hand comes up to your jaw, fingers gentle but guiding.
āeasy,ā he whispers in your ear. ātake him slow at first. let him feel every inch of that pretty throat.ā
you hum around suguruās cock and start sliding down further. satoruās hand helps, tilting your head just the right angle so you can take more without gagging right away. suguruās hand threads into your hair, his thumb stroking the shell of your ear.
āfuck yeah, like that,ā suguru breathes. his hips rock forward, feeding you another inch. spit starts to drip down your chin already.
ālook at you,ā he mutters. āsucking him off while youāre sitting pretty in my lap. such a good girl.ā his fingers pinch your nipple harder, making you moan around suguruās length. the sound pulls a rough grunt from suguru.
you bob slow, cheeks hollowed. satoruās hand on your jaw keeps you steady, helps you take a little more. ādeeper,ā satoru says quietly. ārelax your throat for him, baby. let him in.ā
your eyes water, throat fluttering. suguru moans loud, hips jerking once before he catches himself.
āshitātoru, sheāsāfuck!ā his voice cracks.
āi know. feels good, doesnāt it?ā his free hand slips down between your legs, fingers finding your clit again. he circles slow, barely any pressure. you whimper around suguruās cock, satoru uses the movement to rock you forward a little, helping you take suguru even deeper.
suguruās breathing turns ragged. āgonna come if you keep that up.ā
ānot yet,ā satoru says, almost lazy. ālet her have some fun first.ā
you pull off gasping. strings of spit connecting your lips to suguruās tip.
you lick your lips. āwant more.ā
suguru exhales sharp through his nose. āfuck.ā
satoru laughs softly against your ear. āgreedy tonight, huh?ā his hand leaves your clit, slides up to your hip instead. he lifts you just enough so your ass isnāt fully seated on his lap anymore.
then you feel itāsatoruās cock. his jeans shoved down just enough, tip nudging against you.
āshhh,ā he murmurs when you tense. ājust the tip, kay??"
you whimper, but you donāt pull away. he presses forward, heās barely inside, just the head stretching you open.
āthere you go,ā satoru breathes. āgood girl. stay right there.ā
he keeps his tip inside your entrance. the stretch is maddening, not enough but too much at the same time. he likes to tease, he gets off on this.
suguru watches, hand stroking himself slow while he waits. āyouāre gonna fuck her?ā
āsheās ready,ā satoru says, āyou are ready, right baby?ā
satoru doesnāt wait for words. he just rocks his hips once pushing another inch inside you. then another. until half his cock is buried, the curve of him pressing right against that spot that makes your toes curl.
you gasp loud, head falling back against his shoulder.
āshhh, i got you,ā he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. one arm bands tighter around your waist to keep you steady while the other hand slides back between your legs, fingers spreading your folds so he can rub messy circles over your clit. ātonight is all about you. let me fill you up nice and slow.ā
by the time heās buried deep inside, youāre shaking, walls fluttering around him like theyāre trying to pull him even further in. he groans low in his throat, āfuck, youāre tight,ā he breathes. ābeen too long since this pussy had me.ā
suguruās eyes are locked on where youāre stretched around satoruās cock. heās jerking himself again, like heās casually watching porn. he steps closer, knees bracketing your spread thighs on the couch.
he leans down, one hand cupping your jaw, thumb dragging across your swollen bottom lip.
your mouth falls open automatically. suguru gathers spit on his tongue, lets it drip slow and thick right onto yours. you feel it hitāthen he pushes two fingers in after it, pressing down on your tongue so you taste him.
āswallow it,ā he mutters.
you do. throat working around his fingers. he pulls them replacing them with the head of his cock.
you take him in again, greedy this time. satoruās still seated deep inside you, not moving at all but you can feel him just throbbing, letting you feel him while suguru starts to fuck your mouth.
satoru pulls back slow making you think he was pulling out, only for him to snap his hips forward, burying himself again. you moan loud around suguruās cock.
āthere she is,ā satoru pants against your neck. ātaking us both like she never left.ā
suguruās hand tightens in your hair, guiding you deeper. ālook at her throat, shit itās bulging for me.ā
satoru laughs breathy, sounding wrecked. he starts fucking you properly now.
Itās real ugly, your whole chest caves for a second and all you can do is choke on a moan around suguruās cock. your fingers dig into satoruās thighs behind you, nails leaving little half-moons because you need something to hold onto or youāre gonna fly apart.
itās too much but you donāt wanna stop. why would you? this is literally the most you felt alive.
satoruās mouth is pressed to the side of your neck, breathing hard against your skin like heās trying to inhale you. āfuckā¦ you feel that?ā he whispers. āfeel how deep i am?ā
suguruās hand in your hair isnāt gentle anymore. he doesnāt care to act civil anymoreāhe continues guiding your head down until your nose brushes his pelvis and your throat burns. tears spill immediately, sliding down your cheeks and mixing with the spit dripping off your chin.
you gag once, twice, but you donāt pull off. you canāt. not when suguru lets out that low, broken sound, the one he only makes when heās right on the edge of losing it.
oh how you love that sound.
āgoddamn,ā he breathes. ālook at you crying on dick. still so fucking perfect.ā
āsheās clenching so hard i can barely move.āĀ
youāre making noises you donāt recognize. desperate muffles around suguru. every thrust from satoru shoves you forward onto suguru and every pull-back drags you back down onto satoru. itās like theyāre fucking you into each other and youāre justā¦ caught in the middle, drowning in it.
the way satoruās voice cracks when he says your name like a prayer between curses. the way suguruās thumb keeps brushing the tears off your cheek even while heās fucking your throat raw. the way they look at each other over your shoulde.
ābabyāshit, iām close. you gonna come with me? gonna soak my cock while sugu fills your mouth again?ā
you canāt answer, just whimper and suguru feels it. he pulls out just enough so you can drag in a ragged breath, then slides back in slow.
ācome on,ā suguru murmurs, ālet go for us. weāve got you.ā
something inside you snaps. your whole body bows, a cry ripping out around suguruās cock as you come so hard your vision whites out for a second. walls clamping down on satoru like a vice, milking him.
satoru swears loud, hips slamming forward one last time. you feel him swell, then you him release deep inside, filling you up. āfuckāfuck, take it, baby, all of itāā
suguru doesnāt last either. he pulls out at the last second, hand flying over his cock, and comes hard across your tongue, your lips, your chin resulting to messy ropes that drip down your neck while he groans your name like it hurts.
for a second the room is just breathing like three sets of lungs trying to remember how air works.
satoruās the first to break it. he presses a lazy kiss to the side of your throat, ānot gonna lieā he starts, āi could stay buried in you forever.ā
suguru chuckles, āheās disgusting, isnāt he pretty girl?ā his thumb swiping a thick stripe of his own come off your bottom lip before pushing it back into your mouth. you suck it clean without thinking. āand youāre just as dirty, arenāt you?ā
āsheās still so fucking wet too. dripping down my balls.ā
āyouāre talking about me like iām not here.ā
suguruās gaze drops to where youāre joined, then flicks back up to your face. āyou want more?ā
you know what heās asking, they both do.
satoruās hand slides up your stomach, cups one tit gently, thumb brushing the nipple. āboth of us,ā he says quietly. āat the same time. just like before, you want that, baby?ā
you nodā¦small at first, then harder. āyeah,ā you whisper. āi want it.ā
suguruās mouth curves, a lil too dangerous. āfuck yeah?ā
āfuck yeah,ā you breathe.
satoru laughs, obviously delighted. āthatās our girl.ā
he carefully pulls out until he slips free with a wet sound. cum immediately gushes out, thick and pearly, running down your ass and pooling on the couch. satoru swears under his breath at the sight.
āgoddamn. look at that mess.ā
suguruās already moving. he stands, cock still hard and reaches for the paper bag satoru brought earlierāthe one with the whiskey. he digs inside for a second, pulls out a small black bottle of lube, and tosses it to satoru.
you blink at them. āyou brought that?ā
satoru catches it one-handed, grins wide and shameless. ājust in case.ā
ājust in case,ā you echo laughing, āyeah right.ā
suguru is already shedding the rest of his clothes until heās naked, all lean muscle and that thick cock bobbing between his legs. satoru follows, shoving his jeans and shirt off in record time. then heās naked too, cock flushed and still all slippery from being inside you.
suguru kneels again, spreads your thighs wider with both hands. āgonna open you up first,ā he mutters. he pops the lube cap with his teeth, squirts a generous amount onto his fingers. it was cold at first, then warming fast as he rubs it between them.
satoru shifts behind you, helps you lean forward a little so your ass is more accessible. he kisses the back of your neck, your shoulder, murmuring soft nonsense the whole time. ārelax for him, baby. heās gonna take real good care of you.ā
suguru presses one finger against your assājust teasing the rim until youāre pushing back without meaning to. then he slides in ā¦ easy, past the first knuckle, then deeper. you gasp, fingers digging into satoruās arms.
āgood girl,ā suguru breathes. āso fucking tight.ā
he works you open patiently.
watching suguru finger your ass open is making satoruās cock hard again. so he doesnāt even ask this time. just positioned himself to go in you again.
he rocks forward. your pussy flutters hard around him, greedy after the brief emptiness, and he groans low against your ear.
āfuck there we go,ā he mutters, hips flush against yours. ācouldnāt stay out. felt too empty without me.ā
you gasp, nails biting into his forearms. you could feel suguruās fingers still working your ass open. every tiny shift makes them press against each other through that thin wall inside you.
ātoruāā your voice cracks.
āno no stay still,ā he soothes, ālet him feel how full you already are. how wet you got just from his fingers.ā
suguruās eyes flick up from where heās watching his three fingers disappear into your ass. he sees satoru buried deep again, sees the way your pussy lips are stretched tight around the base, sees the creamy ring of cum clinging to satoruās shaft every time he rocks.
his jaw flexes. āyou couldnāt wait two minutes?ā
satoru grins against your neck acting innocent. āshe clenched. what was i supposed to do, ignore it?ā
suguru huffs a laugh. you feel one finger, then two, scissoring slow. every time he pushes in deeper you clench around satoruās softening cock still leaking inside your pussy, and satoru groans like heās dying.
āsheās gripping me again,ā he pants. āfuck, sugu, hurry up or iām gonna get hard inside her before you even get in.ā
suguru smirks. āpatience.ā
youāre moaning nonstop now feeling suguruās free hand stroke your clit in time with his fingers.
when he finally pulls his fingers out you whine at the loss.
āshhh,ā satoru soothes. āheās got you.ā
suguru coats his cock, lube dripping down the shaft, shiny and crude. he lines up, head nudging your ass.
ābreathe,ā he says. āpush back when i push in.ā
the stretch is intenseāalmost like itās burning, almost too much. suguru goes slow, inch by inch, pausing every time you tense.Ā
āalmost there,ā suguru grits out. āyouāre taking it so good."
when he bottoms out you feel impossibly full. two thick cocks stretching you to the limit, pressing against each other through that thin wall. you can feel them throb, feel the way they twitch when you clench.
satoruās voice is wrecked. āholy shit. i can feel him inside you.ā
suguru groans. āyeah. me too.ā
itās now both of them sliding against each other inside you, separated by nothing but that thin, sensitive wall that makes every movement feel like theyāre rubbing raw nerves.
you choke out a sob, ātooāughh too much! i can't-"
āyou're doing so good,ā suguru reassures as he presses forward again until his hips are flush against your ass once more. ājust lookāstretched wide open for both of us.ā
āyouāre leaking all down my balls. making a fucking mess.ā
heās right. you can hear it, the wet, sticky sounds every time either of them moves even an inch. itās lube and cum mixing together, running down your thighs in warm rivulets, the smell of sex is thick in the air.
suguru starts moving firstā¦each time he bottoms out his pelvis smacks wet against your ass, then of course, satoru matches him instinctively. heās pulling back when suguru pushes in, slamming forward when suguru retreats. theyāre not even trying to coordinate anymore.
it just happens, like their bodies remember exactly how to fuck you together.
satoruās thick curve dragging along suguruās shaft through that wall, suguruās ridges catching on satoruās length in return. itās like theyāre fucking each other through you, using your body as the middle ground, and the thought alone makes your head spin.
āfuckāfuck,ā satoru pants, voice cracking. āi can feel every vein on his dick rubbing mine. sheās so tight itās like sheās trying to trap us both.ā
āshe likes that,ā suguru mutters, almost to himself. āclenching so hard when i go deep. you feel it too?ā
āyeah,ā satoru groans. āmilking me like she wants another load already.ā
satoruās hand slips down between your legs again, fingers finding your clit. suddenly he rubs fast, messy, the pad of his middle finger pressing down hard while his palm grinds against your mound.
the added stimulation snaps something inside you.
āsāstopā¦oāoh i feel weird!ā
you come hard. whole body seizing like youāve been electrocuted. your walls clamp down on both cocks at once, trembling wildly, trying to pull them deeper even as theyāre already buried deep. you squirt againāhot gushes soaking satoruās hand, dripping down suguruās thighs, puddling on the couch.
āshitāthere she goes,ā satoru hisses. āsqueezing so fucking tightā¦gonna make me..ā
he doesnāt finish the sentence. he just slams forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he can and comes with a broken moan. suguru lasts maybe four more rough thrustsāhips snapping erratically. he strokes himself fast then comes hard across your ass, painting your lower back, dripping down the curve of your cheeks and mixing with the mess already there.
āyou okay?ā suguru asks quietly, thumb brushing a tear track off your cheek.
you nod, your voice is gone, throat raw from moaning and crying and taking them both.
satoru kisses the side of your neck, soft this time. āyou took us so fucking good, baby.ā
a few minutes passed and the roomās thick, you notice that your couch is wreckedādark sticky spots, one of them is for sure going to replace this.
satoruās flat on his back, forearm slung over his eyes blocking the lamp. suguruās on the edge, elbows on knees, staring down at the mess between your thighs with this blank, almost detached focus. youāre dead center, legs dead weight, skin prickling cold where the sweatās drying.
comfortable silence drags.
then satoruās voice rasps out. āweāre crashing here.ā
āgood. ācause iām not fucking moving.ā
satoru lowers his arm. cracks one eye. mouth quirks lazy. āyou look fucked.ā he sing-songs.
āno shit, your fault.ā
āours,ā suguru says, already dragging the throw blanket up over your hips. satoru rolls onto his side, props on an elbow. watches suguru use the corner of his own shirt to wipe the tackiest streaks off your stomach. he doesnāt comment, just continues watching.
suguru clocks the stare glancing over. āwhat.ā
satoru shrugs. thumb drags along the inside of suguruās wrist when he takes the shirt back. satoru leans. presses his mouth to suguruās shoulder, his warm lips resting. suguru tips his head till their temples touch.
āyou stink,ā suguru mutters.
you watch through heavy lids, too fucked-out to do anything but feel it. the way suguruās fingers feel against your thigh like heās reminding himself youāre still here and the way satoruās thumb keeps up that slow, absent stroke over your knuckle.Ā
maybe this is what you really need.
suguru finally breaks it. standing, āyou too, you stink. off to the shower you go.ā
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