MDNI 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ jerking off your bsf's satoru gojo and suguru geto 𝜗𝜚⋆₊ m.list
you and your two bestfriends, satoru gojo and suguru geto, were innocently hanging out in your apartment— which might as well be theirs considering how much they frequent your place, countless nights of them sleeping over on your couch or on your bedroom floor after a late night movie session accompanied by one too many beers.
and tonight was no exception.
you're lounging in your living room, sat in a giant pink bean bag chair while satoru and suguru are sat on either side of the couch. and of course you just had to wear a skirt that's just a tad bit too short, showing off your lacy white panties every time you shift your legs or bend over.
then there's your two bestfriends— why do they have to be so goddamn hot for? how is it even fair? suguru’s got his inky black locks tied up into a bun that hangs loosely on the back of his head, a few long pieces framing his face. his chiseled frame hidden beneath a black sweatshirt that sits nicely—too nicely across his broad shoulders. he throws his head back and laughs at something satoru says, god, even the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down in his throat is fucking hot.
sat next to him is satoru— your extremely annoying overly-extroverted best friend. white compression shirt pulled taut over his husky frame, showing off every ridge of his hard chest, each muscle straining against the fabric. fluffy snow white hair sitting perfectly messy on his head, those bright cerulean orbs peaking out from behind.
and the worst part is, the stupid fucker knows he's hot. at least suguru was humble with his looks, never flaunting how attractive he was. unfortunately, satoru was a different story.
always teasing you, saying something stupid like, “c’mon bestie, you're telling me you've never thought of me while you're layin’ in bed late at night, using whatever sad excuse you have for a vibrator? not even once? i mean, look at me!”
you'd always respond with an eye roll or just a few blinks and a middle finger to the face.
but tonight, something just feels… different.
you're all just sitting around the tv, enjoying some cheesy comedy movie satoru threw on, the lot of you kicking back about three beers a piece already— but you swear you keep catching glimpses of suguru eyeing your legs up and down, the weight of his gaze heavy as his pupils dilate each time you uncross your legs to get comfortable, pretty white lace peeking out between your thick thighs.
at least suguru’s being subtle with it— satoru’s just fucking staring.
staring at the way your tits bounce when you laugh, the tops of your soft breasts spilling out of your thin spaghetti strap tank top, jiggling with each shake of your shoulders. his eyes raking down to your thighs, the smooth skin that's exposed by your short skirt, imagining how soft they’d feel wrapped around his—
“hey, anyone wanna do shots?” you stand up abruptly, walking to the kitchen as the two pervs on your couch follow you like lost puppies.
except, they aren't the only pervs here.
you can't ignore the heat that’s pooled in your tummy as you caught glimpses of them staring from the side of your eye, the way they'd both been adjusting those slutty gray sweats for the past twenty minutes. it's been driving you crazy. so maybe a shot will calm the nerves and the racing thoughts in your head… right?
you grab the bottle of vodka and pour the shot glasses to the brim, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth as you try to concentrate on pouring instead of the two men towering behind you, watching your every move.
“aw you're shakin’ sweets, need some help?” satoru’s voice is dripping with feigned innocence as he leans against the counter.
“c’mon satoru, our girl can do it on her own, and she's doing such a good job.” you can hear the sly smirk that's plastered on suguru’s face, but fuck if his words don't make you squeeze your thighs together and squirm.
“shut up and drink, you guys talk too much.”
you turn to face them, not missing how both pairs of eyes drop down to where your cleavage is spilling out of your tank top before they reach behind you and grab their shot glasses.
the three of you throw the shots back, the cold alcohol burning in your chest, instantly making your face feel hot.
“whew, that's enough to put some hair on your balls!”
“satoru, i don't think that’s how that saying goes.” you can't help the laugh that erupts from your chest as you make your way back to the living room, plopping right down on the middle couch cushion.
suguru sits on your left, satoru hopping over the back of the couch to sit on your right— and you're sandwiched right in between them with a giant smile that you didn't even realize was there.
“what’s got you smiling like that, pretty girl?” suguru’s velvety voice hits your ears, the compliment making your cunt clench.
“o-oh, nothing, i was just… thinking.” you fidget with the hem of your skirt, your heart pounding in your ears.
“i mean, you guys are close. like, reaaally close. have you ever… touched each other?”
suguru's eye’s widen slightly at your bold question, and you can't believe you just asked that either— basically asking if your two best friends have explored each other’s bodies.
“tch, well duh! we high five all the time, right sugu?” satoru raises his palm, pearly canines on display as he smiles.
“no— satoru i meant have you guys ever fucked. or even kissed. ‘cause i… i think that'd be kinda hot.” the last sentence comes out as a whisper past your cherry glossed lips, placing a hand on each of their thighs.
you look side to side, both of the boys rendered speechless, mouths hanging open as they stare at you, then look to each other. but what happens next is what renders you speechless.
satoru leans over you, pretty pink lips pulling into a smirk.
“you hear that, suguru? she thinks it’d be hot if we kissed. why don't we give our girl a little treat? y’know, just as a thanks for being such a good best friend.”
suguru scoots closer, your hands still on each of their thighs that are now brushed up against yours, both of their faces hovering a few inches from yours.
“yeah… just as a thanks.” suguru mutters, mirroring that same smirk satoru’s wearing.
but he doesn't kiss him, not yet. he licks along satoru’s bottom lip with a long, languid stroke of his tongue, eliciting a shaky exhale from satoru, your hands tightening on their sweats as your fingers inch higher.
“that all you got? c’mon sugu, let's have some fun.” satoru breathes against suguru’s lips, voice coming out low and rough.
he grabs suguru's jaw, crashing his lips against his, the both of them groaning as their tongues fight against each other.
the kiss is sloppy, full of teeth and spit— like they’re trying to devour each other.
“mmm—” satoru hums as he pulls back, both of their lips swollen and glistening with spit as they turn to look at you.
you— who's sitting there in the middle of your two best friends who’ve just tongue fucked each other’s mouths, wearing your short little skirt and tight tank top, your white lace panties full of a sticky pool of slick.
your chest heaving slightly, breasts straining against your top, glossy lips parted as you've just watched what you think might be the most erotic thing you've ever seen.
you look down at your hands that are still resting on their upper thighs, and your eyes are drawn to the tent that’s growing in suguru’s sweats, then over to satoru’s bulge that’s throbbing under his pants.
“don't get shy on us now, sweetheart.” suguru purrs, leaning in to brush your hair from your neck, placing soft, wet kisses along your neck, alternating between bites and licks.
satoru leans over, placing his hand over yours that’s resting on suguru's leg, and leads it up, and up, and up… until it’s hovering over the waistband of suguru's pants, your thumbs instinctively hooking under seams.
suguru bites your ear lobe, his breath hot as he whispers, “you can do it, pretty girl.”
you swallow the pool of spit in your mouth, tugging down his sweats and boxers, his girthy, veiny dick springing free and slapping against his sweatshirt.
a breathy hiss escapes suguru’s throat, and you repeat the same actions on satoru's pants with your other hand.
satoru’s cock is a bit longer, not as thick, but fuck just as pretty. flushed pink tip slapping his covered abs, pearly droplets of pre staining his shirt.
both of the men make quick work to rid themselves of their tops, wide broadened shoulders trapping you in between the two of them, toned chests heaving as their breathing grows heavier and heavier.
“what's wrong sweets, need some help?” satoru grins as he leans over, his soft lips parallel to suguru’s on your neck, the both of them marking you with nips of your sensitive skin between their teeth.
your eyes flutter shut as your two best friends kiss along and suck along your neck, soft whines leaving your lips.
you firmly wrap both of your hands around the bases of their cocks, your cunt and stomach clenching at the sound of the breathy moans that vibrate against your neck.
moving your wrists up slowly, twisting and squeezing as you get closer to the tip, your thumb rubbing across the sensitive skin as you lather their shafts in glossy pre, watching as more pearly drops leak from their throbbing cocks.
“y-yeah, there you go baby, just like that— doing such a— mmph— good job for us.” suguru muses against the skin of your neck, the soft praises only making you soak your panties more.
their desperate moans encourage you to pick up your pace, your small hands gliding up their slick, veiny shafts, every twitch of their cocks making your breath catch.
satoru grabs your chin, the pads of his fingers digging into your jaw as he crashes his lips against yours, the both of you swallowing each other's moans as your tongues dance in sync.
“god, you're so fucking pretty.” suguru pulls your tank top down, your breasts springing free as he kneads the soft flesh, his cock twitching in your hand as he watches satoru tongue fuck your mouth.
suddenly, suguru places his hand behind you, tugging on your hair to make you face him— making both you and satoru whimper at the loss.
“i've always thought you had the prettiest lips.” he whispers, voice like velvet. “open up for me.”
and you do so, staring up at him with glassy eyes as he spits directly onto your tongue— and then he turns your head back to satoru.
“keep it in there for him.” suguru smirks, his hips starting to buck up into your hand to match your languid movements.
satoru’s broad, toned chest heaves as he bites back a moan, grabbing your face and smushing your cheeks as he leans in, your kiss bitten lips still parted as you hold suguru’s spit on your tongue.
“tch, always knew you were a slut suguru.” he smirks, smushing your cheeks harder as his parted lips meet yours— his eyes rolling back as he tastes the subtle hints of alcohol lingering on your mouth, greedily sucking suguru’s spit from your tongue.
“hmph-” you whimper, your wrists twisting and stroking faster, applying more and more pressure as you reach their drippings tips.
you'd never thought you'd be here. sitting in your couch, double fisting your best friend's cocks.
but honestly, there's nowhere else you'd rather be right now.
the room fills with the sounds of suguru and satoru’s groans— which are starting to turn into desperate whimpers— along with the slapping wet noises of your hands stroking up and down their lengths.
suguru continues to massage your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers, all while satoru releases your cheeks, his hand finding their way up your skirt and to your slick soaked panties.
“god, she’s so fuckin’ wet for us.” satoru feels the sticky dampness on your underwear, so much so that it’s leaked onto your clenched thighs.
he moves your panties aside smoothly, running two long fingers up your sopping folds, coating them in your arousal.
you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut and wrists stuttering in their movements as his fingers brush your puffy clit, the pleasure from suguru playing with your tits and satoru playing with your pussy almost too much to handle.
“getting off on watching your best friends kiss while you stroke our cocks— and i thought i was the slut.” satoru huffs.
“you're still the— nngh— slut, ‘toru.” you gasp as he pinches your clit before starting to rub quick circles around the sensitive bud.
“both of you— kiss me, please, i need you both.” you whimper, your back arching against the couch cushion as you grind your hips against satoru’s hand.
“needy girl.” suguru whispers against your ear before nipping at it, kissing along your cheek until he meets your lips.
satoru follows his movements, kissing along your jaw, up to your cheek, before finally meeting your lips— the three of you now sloppily making out— a complete mess of tongues and a. cacophony of pathetic whimpers leaving the three of you.
your wrists move faster, both of them fucking into your hand as you all swap spit, satoru’s fingers on your clit applying more and more pressure.
“a-hah-” your head falls back onto the couch, your eyes closing from the intense pleasure.
but when you open your eyes— you almost cum right then and there.
suguru and satoru are devouring each other's mouths once again— except this time it's more desperate, more passionate— their heads bobbing against one another, spit bubbling between their mouths, and their cocks twitching an leaking in your hands.
suguru’s hand moves from its relentless assault on your breasts down to your dripping cunt, sliding two fingers into your tight heat.
“mmm-” he groans against satoru’s mouth before pulling back to suck and bite on the soft skin of your breasts, satoru moving to suck on your neck.
“m’close— p-please, don’ stop-” you whimper, doubling your efforts with your strokes as you try to pull their orgasms out with your own.
“f-fuck— that's it, pretty girl. cum all over my— mmm— fucking fingers.” suguru pulls back from your breast that's littered in bruises, his fingers curling up against your g spot.
“c’mon baby, y-you can do it.” satoru groans against your neck, pressing harder against your clit as his fingers move faster.
“a-ah- nnngh!” a broken whimper escapes your throat as you cum hard, your silky walls clamping down around suguru’s fingers as you soak them.
as soon as they hear your wrecked moans, the look on your pretty fucked out face— they're done for.
suguru ruts into your hand, whispering your name like a prayer as thick ropes of cum shoot out onto his chest and stomach.
“f-fuuck-” satoru’s right behind him, panting against your neck as his cock twitches and spurts agaisnt your hand, ropes of white painting his sweat slicked abs.
the three of you are left a bunch of panting messes— suguru and satoru covered in their own cum, your hands a sticky mess as their cocks leak down your knuckles, and your thighs soaked from your own orgasm.
“fucking hot.” satoru interrupts you before licking up your neck.
suguru smirks, moving your damp hair from your face. “you did such a good job for us.”
you bite your lip, holding back a smile as you wipe your hands on your skirt.
“wait, guys— does this mean we’re a throuple now?” satoru chimes in, a goofy ass grin spreading across his face.
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