threesome with satoru and suguru, mdni
cw; whiny satoru, p in v, fingering, oral: both genders receiving, teasing, whimpering, slight overstim, orgasm denial?
“sugu~… see, baby! he’s just unbearable.”
you didn’t take your eyes off your book, wanting to remain settled into the cushions of suguru’s armchair as satoru desperately tried to catch his attention.
“he’s always like this. it’s like it’s a part of his charm!”
“just stop your whining, satoru,” geto murmured, the edges of his mouth curling up as he walked barefoot over to his kitchen, filling three glasses with a golden beverage that could most likely cover your rent for the next three months.
the whining satoru in question was lounging on the couch that stretched the full length of geto’s living room, one knee resting on the back as he continued sulking after you’d removed his roaming hand from your thigh for the nth time that night.
“‘m so bored!” satoru declared theatrically to the ceiling. “i’m being neglected… i’m like... withering— maybe i have some kind of vitamin deficiency?”
“you should know i had you all to myself this afternoon, satoru, you seemed more than well enough then." geto replied, not even bothering to look at gojo as he walked back over to where you were, passing your drink to you before taking the other for himself. you noted how his slender fingers brushed against yours in an almost deliberate manner.
“in fact, you were very vocal about your pleasure in my home for two hours straight.”
gojo turned his head to look at you, his blindfold pushed up into the dampness of his white bangs. was it that hot in here? he let his dazzling orbs lock onto yours.
“that was ageeees ago! but this is now, and you were ignoring me at first, but she’s still ignoring me!” he stuck out his lower lip in a pout.
“so mean… you guys are ganging up on me. bullying me!”
you finally drifted your gaze up to him, taking a quick sip of your drink as you did so, the warmth of the beverage melting deep into your chest.
“awh~ poor you, ‘toru. all that power and money, and you can’t even handle being ignored,” you said mockingly.
his eyes sparkled as he sat up, letting a dramatic gasp escape his puffy lips.
“i don’t wanna sit down and be all quiet— quiet time is for people who haven’t fantasised about this for the past week!”
“fantasised?” you and geto questioned.
“yes! i have! i have mental diagrams. mental diagrams!” satoru flopped back onto his stomach, rolling his shoulders dramatically so he could look at both of you and demand even more attention.
“sugu gets to sit there looking all cool, making drinks and throwing around his big fancy words, and you get to be all beautiful pretending to read in his armchair. hmph—”
geto perched on the arm of your chair, one long leg brushing against your shoulder as he absentmindedly swirled his drink, watching gojo with an amused, slightly exasperated expression plastered across his face.
“all i get to do is suffer…”
“what is it you want, satoru? if you would be so kind, try and use your pretty words.”
and satoru’s eyes went so wide.
so wide as he looked between you and geto, seeming to forget why he was so upset as he sprawled himself across geto’s couch, sniffling and whining.
“hurry, ‘toru. me and sugu don’t have all day,” you sighed, thoroughly fed up with his whining at this point.
he turned to look at geto.
“i want her in the middle so i can see if i can make her come before you do.”
a faint blush crept up your neck as you watched satoru with that stupid predatory glint in his glistening eyes.
“i want to see you, suguru~ watch me ruin our baby… and then i want to watch you fix her up again.”
suguru simply nodded before satoru paused dramatically.
“can i then be ruined and fixed by you two after? hm— yeah, okay, we can do that…” his voice dropped into a quieter, more vulnerable tone. “i want you both. on me. on her. i don’t really care… i just want more, pleaseee~?”
the tension in the room crackled as both of them stared holes into you, the flicker of the lamp twinkling behind them and casting strange shadows across the wall.
suguru set his glass down on the coaster beside you with a soft clink, looking at you with a dark, unreadable gaze. your heart was racing. palms sweaty. it wasn’t like this was the first time all three of you had sex together, but it didn’t happen often.
“and what is it you want, sweetheart?” geto asked softly, a note of possessiveness coating his voice as he looked you dead in the eyes. his fingers flexed around your jaw, his thumb now stroking your cheekbone. “do tell, please.”
you set the book you were “reading” back down on the table beside you, just next to suguru’s half-finished drink.
“well— i want to see if satoru can back up those pretty little fantasies of his.”
gojo let out a thrilled gasp.
“see, suguru! she gets it! thank you, baby!”
geto’s hand left your jaw to tangle in the delicate strands of your hair. he let out a pleased hum.
“she does… don’t you, precious?”
you nodded before suguru’s voice dropped to a murmur, his eyes turning to satoru.
“bedroom. now. but please, try to contain the commentary for at least five minutes.”
but gojo was already off the couch, yelling, “no promises, suguboo!”
“i hate that nickname… he’s so annoying sometimes. he’s lucky he’s so beautiful. right, sweetheart?”
you nodded, and he prompted you to follow him, the soft padding of footsteps leading up to the bedroom door.
the bedroom was all luxury—a white bed at the very end of the room. it kind of reminded you of a movie set, minus satoru laid out on it already, hands tucked behind his head as he flashed a wide grin at the both of you.
you stood at the foot of the bed, facing satoru as geto took up position at your back, his pale, slender hands resting lightly on your hips as he nuzzled into the side of your neck, briefly inhaling your musk.
“let’s start by removing his advantage,” geto murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as his hands crept up your shirt, sliding the fabric over your head before unclasping your bra. suguru’s hands trailed lightly along your spine as he peeled your clothes off your body. satoru watched the display, a sly grin upon his face as he took in the sight of your exposed chest.
you could feel his hands tightening around the pillows on either side of his head. he looked so unbefittingly, yet so beautifully, vulnerable.
when satoru had gotten himself off the bed, the two of you helped him settle onto his back so he could just relax and enjoy the show, geto’s lips claiming yours in a slow, deeply possessive kiss, one hand tangling in your hair and the other splayed across your back.
he kissed you like he wanted to consume you, wanted to leave you weak to the marrow of your bones, allowing you to melt into him. and you did, your body pliant and eager against the warmth of his touch.
you could hear satoru’s impatience as he writhed on the mattress behind you. suguru drew away from the kiss, his lips brushing against yours as he murmured,
“go on, baby. go entertain satoru. i want to watch.”
you turned to see gojo propped up on his elbows, his eyes now shadowed with an unfamiliar lust as he stared at you. you crawled into the bed, straddling his thighs so you could gaze down at him, every movement calculated and slow, just so he could feel your body pressed against his.
“finally…” he muttered, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. “took you and sugu long enough… i was about to start writing a book or something.”
“oh, hush—” you whispered, bending down to kiss him.
though, kissing satoru was very different from how you had just kissed geto. it was a flurry of impatience and unfiltered need, satoru kissing you with all the force and energy of a man starved of something he knew he could never have.
your lips parted against his, tongue duelling with his as his hands wandered to grope at the plush of your tits, his thumbs rubbing small circles over your pebbled nipples.
he moaned into your mouth, and you heard geto let out a soft groan behind you. satoru’s body was like butter in your hands, his mouth now nuzzled at the crook of your neck.
you pulled away, only to pepper kisses down his jaw to his throat before trailing lower. he shuddered beneath you and moaned your name.
“fuck! right there, please, baby. do that again. please—”
“not yet, ’toru,” you whispered, kissing your way further down his body, taking your precious time with him, teasing him with lingering kisses at the warm skin above his navel. you could feel his cock straining against his expensive slacks as your kisses grew closer and closer to his crotch.
you were purposefully avoiding the very part of him that set all of this in motion, mouth hovering just above the thick bundle of nerves at the top of his shaft
“hngh! you’re teasing me—” satoru whines, hips bucking desperately against the bed. “you’re just the worst…. but you’re so beautiful…. ah!” your lips press lightly against his clothed cock and satoru turns his head to look at suguru. he’s still stood behind you, arms crossed over his chest with a slow smile across his lips as he watched the two of you.
“sugu! tell her she’s being mean… suguru, tell her!”
geto had taken off his shirt and was standing by the wall of windows, watching you with an amused look on his face. he raised a languid hand to stroke his own cheekbone as he watched you. “she’s being thorough. you’ll live.”
“i might not! i might die! right here!"
you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down just enough to free his engorged cock. you slowly began to stroke him while watching the look on his face. he had his eyes shut, his teeth digging into his lower lip. he looked utterly gorgeous, utterly consumed by the pleasure your hand was bringing him.
“look at him,” murmured geto, his voice low and smooth as he watched you. “all that power, all that money and you bring him to his knees with one hand. pathetic.”
“pathetic?” satoru practically hissed as he opened his eyes. “o-oh shush! you love it. you love— ah! seeing me like this.”
“i do,” geto replies simply. “now be quiet and let her work.”
you bent your head and took the head of gojo’s cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip before swallowing until you had a generous amount of him in your mouth. he cried out and gripped the sheets, his knees bending as he let you do what you wanted. “oh god, oh fuck yes, just like that, more, please, i need more–”
you obeyed, deepening the suction until his hips were bucking against your hands, his body writhing. “so good, your mouth is so good, i’m not going to last, don’t stop, please don’t stop, i’ll be so good, i promise–” his hips were hammering against your hands now, trying to push himself deeper into your mouth. you could feel his cock throbbing against your tongue, and you sucked harder. you watched geto’s face as gojo writhed and moaned and twisted his hips against you. his hands were gripping his pillow as he looked at you, at the sight of geto watching you with such delight.
you felt the mattress dip as geto came closer. he knelt at your back, his hands smoothing down your sides, stopping to push your shorts and panties down your legs until they pooled at your ankles. his fingers brushed against your hips before he lifted you up and pulled you against his chest. “beautiful,” he murmured, his hands stroking your backside as he looked over your shoulder at gojo. “look at you, taking him so well and getting so wet for us already.” he pressed a finger against your slick folds and slid it into you with ease. you moaned around gojo’s cock as he groaned loudly, his hips jerking off the bed. “she’s moaning for you, satoru.” leaning down to speak to you, “your mouth is making him feel so good, angel."
“she’s moaning because of you,” gojo growled, his hands flexing against the mattress. “she’s moaning because of you, not me, you— ngh! asshole!" he whines.
geto slid another finger into you, his fingers curling until they found that special spot deep inside you. “life isn’t fair, satoru. you can come in her mouth if you’re quiet about it. but if you’re not, i’ll have to stop her.” he moved his fingers in slow, deliberate motions, stretching you until you were writhing on top of gojo, your hands fisted in his hair.
you sucked harder on the thick cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you used your other hand to stroke the shaft. geto’s fingers fucked you relentlessly while his thumb rubbed tight circles over your clit. the sensation of his tongue lapping at your sex mixed with the feeling of gojo’s cock in your mouth was far too much. you were being teased and made to feel so good, but you weren’t being allowed to come.
gojo finally found his voice, and it was nothing but a whimper as he writhed beneath you. “oh god, i can’t, i can’t–” you heard him say as he released a low, keening moan that nearly sent you over the edge.
“your mouth is so good, huh? making my satoru feel amazing,” geto murmured into your ear as he kissed your neck. “tell him it feels good for you too, baby.”
“sugu- mmph! your mouth feels even better,” gasped gojo. he suddenly stilled when he feels your response. “wait, no, don’t stop, please, don’t stop, i want to feel that again–” his body was rigid as he writhed beneath you. “it’s good, your mouth, your mouth, your mouth, i want more of your mouth, please, more, more, more!”
gojo released a high-pitched whimper as his hips bucked furiously, his legs shaking around your waist as you sucked hard on his cock. with a guttural groan, he finally came, his hips snapping off the mattress, filling your mouth with his seed. you swallowed greedily, milking his cock until he was a writhing, sated mess, still whimpering pathetically.
“ngh! ah– too much, too much! mngh~” he whined as he lay back on the pillows. his fingers twitched on the sheets as he looked up at you. “ha— made me feel too good.”
you pulled away from him with a soft pop as you sucked in a breath of air. geto’s fingers slid out of you as he gave your backside a playful slap. “good boy,” he murmured to gojo, who let out a pleased grunt in response. now geto’s attention was solely on you. he took your hand and pressed it against the bulge in his trousers. he slowly lowered himself onto his knees, taking you with him until he was between your legs, his dark eyes studying your flushed face. gojo was already recovering, and he slid up beside you, propping his head on his hand to watch.
“my turn to be entertained,” said gojo as he took your hand and laid it across his stomach. geto ignored him, kissing your knees, his mouth tracing a slow path up your inner thighs until he reached your sex. he blew warm air over your sensitive flesh, watching you writhe in response. “he’s such a show-off,” you said, wriggling beneath geto’s ministrations.
“he certainly is,” replied geto as he finally brought his tongue to your folds, licking a slow, languid stripe up and down your slit. you cried out as he sucked hard at your clit, moaning into your sex. he ate you out with the same focused intensity he put into everything he did. his tongue flicked your clit rapidly while his fingers pushed deep into your pussy, curling at the opening of your spongy cervix. your body twitched under him, feeling wonderful, but he wouldn’t let you climax.
“that’s it,” he murmured against you, his voice a deep rumble. “let me make you feel good. let him watch you feel good. make him watch you be ruined.”
his hands were firm on your waist as he thrust his fingers deeper into you, stretching you wide. he nuzzled your thigh as he nibbled at the skin on your hip. the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming and so good, but still not allowed to come. he was making you feel so intensely, so wonderfully good but he wouldn’t let you come.
you were about to beg him when gojo groaned and whimpered, pushing his hands into his hair as he watched geto kiss you. “please let her come, please, i’ll be so good, i promise, it’ll feel so good, i swear!” he looked at geto, wide-eyed, his voice trembling with need. “please make her feel as good as she made me feel, please make her feel good too sugu!"
geto’s eyes lifted to meet gojo’s, dark with unreadable emotion. “fine,” he finally said after a moment. "but don't be all whiny, you had your turn. just be good for me, baby."
“i will,” gojo said immediately. “i will sugu....”
geto positioned himself between your legs, his cock brushing against your thigh as he hovered over you. you looked up at him, your breath hitching in your throat as he slowly pushed inside you to the hilt. you had never felt anything like it, and it was exquisite. your body burned where he stretched you and you moaned around his cock.
“fucking hell,” he murmured, sliding most of the way out before shoving back in with a forceful thrust, driving his hips forward until he bottomed out. you gasped and moaned at the wonderful feeling of being so full, so completely possessed by him. he kept his deep, slow rhythm, filling you and pulling out until you were practically screaming his name.
gojo watched the two of you, his hand laying still on your stomach. “can i– please, can i please touch her..."
“her mouth,” said geto as he continued thrusting with slow, steady strokes. you turned to look at gojo, and he eagerly bent his head, taking your mouth with his lips. he whimpered and moaned, making you aware that his hips were moving too, trying to find some kind of rhythm with geto’s long, languid strokes, just desperately grinding his cock against the bed. you were caught between the two men, one of them filling you and the other kissing you, but both possessing you, both of them making you feel so wonderfully good. geto’s rhythm was steady and measured, and his hands gripped your hips as he pistoned in and out of you with slow, steady strokes. every movement of his body made you moan, and you could hear gojo’s whimpers as his sticky release stains the sheets further — his mind was a constant stream of pleas, praises, and complaints that mixed together in a delightful blur until the sound of skin slapping against skin became the only thing you heard.
you gasped and moaned as geto’s hips continued to press into you, his strokes steady and sure. you could feel him reaching, moving deeper, until his hands tightened around your waist. you clenched your muscles around his shaft, letting him know you were ready, but he was already there. geto groaned as he slowly pulled almost all the way out before he suddenly shoved back in to the hilt, filling you until you couldn’t take anymore. his hands gripped your hips as he gave you one final, hard thrust and emptied himself deep inside you. you came with him body locking tighter around his cock, milking him until he was completely spent.
for a moment, neither of you said a word as you laid in the aftermath of your... lovemaking. geto was the first to move, withdrawing from you, before he fell back on his back beside you, pulling you against his chest. gojo didn’t bother to move – he simply laid on his side, pillowing his head on your stomach, nuzzling your neck with his cheek as he sighed happily. you felt so utterly complete, and right now, you wanted to be exactly where you were.
“told you,” he mumbled sleepily, letting his eyes drift shut. “told you i had diagrams. mental diagrams.”
geto chuckled. “she’s so perfect… ,” he murmured, kissing your damp hair.
you lay in the crook of his arms, feeling his strength and heat surround you, cocoon you. the room was quiet around you, all the lights from the city twinkling outside the window. eventually, gojo’s breathing slowed as his eyes drifted shut, and geto’s fingers curled possessively around your waist as he fell asleep.
authors note; hot take i prefer gego and nobody can convince me otherwise so i made gojo maybe too whiny... sigh, my steak too juicy 👀
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