Valko had grown up being told that when he'd meet his mate, he'd know. He would stay up so many nights, asking his mom to tell the story of how she met his dad, how she knew that his dad was the one. No matter how many times he'd hear the story, he'd never get tired.
Maybe that was why he believed in love stories. Because how could he not? His parents' was the love story for the ages.
However, seeing how old he was now, he was starting to lose hope.
He had travelled the world, met countless people, and never once had he ever met someone that made him pause. That stole his breath, that made his wolf go wild, that pulled him as if they were meant for him.
Sure, there had been relationships, good fucks- some were genuinely nice women. One relationship had even lasted two years because it was so comfortable. But that was all it was. Comfortable. No one ever captured his heart. No one ever made his soul burn. No one ever made his wolf yearn for them.
Not the way his mother had always told that she did for his father.
So he told himself that love could wait. It would have to wait. He just focused more and more on the company. On his career. On everything other than what he wanted to seek out.
Even now, he was sitting at his desk, overseeing some papers when his assistant knocked.
"Sir?" He popped his head in the office. "We have a bit of a situation downstairs."
"What now, Simon?" Valko sighed and looked up.
"Uh.. there's a woman downstairs. In the lobby. Won't leave until she sees you." Simon explained.
"So? Call security or whatever-" Valko waved him away.
"That's the problem part." Simon swallowed. "She's not doing anything. She's just sitting there. Says that she needs 5 minutes only. Says that she'll wait."
"Wait?" Valko's brows furrowed and Simon nodded. He inhaled deeply and paused. "I'll handle it." Valko said slowly and then took another deep breath.
There were the usual smells. Office cedar, air fresheners, stale coffee, and something new. Different. Sweeter.
Valko closed his laptop and took out his nasal blockers. He usually wore them so his sense of smell wouldn't constantly be assaulting and distracting him. He took another deep breath and suddenly felt his wolf pawing at the back of his throat.
That was new. His wolf never did that. Had never done that.
He walked out of his office and the smell grew stronger. He followed it all the way down to the lobby and there you were. His heart stuttered, his wolf practically tried to claw out of his chest. He had to put his nasal blocker back in so to not lose control and show the whole building his tail.
"I heard you were looking for me." He said smoothly with a smile, offering his hand.
"Mr Ao! Hello!" You smiled brightly and his knees almost buckled. "I'm so sorry for showing up like this but I called and no appointments were available until next month and-"
He wasn't listening. He couldn't. You were shaking his hand and that's all that mattered. All this time he'd spent looking- Somehow you'd come to him. Just shown up out of thin air.
"But anyway- I found a backdoor vulnerability in your new healthcare app-" You pulled away from his hand and he almost reached out to grab you again. You didn't notice that. You were too busy opening your laptop to show him what you'd found. "I have a small cyber security start up." You explained. "And I thought that if I'd emailed you about this, it might look like a scam or something -"
You were still talking but all Valko was doing was looking at you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, the way your mouth moved as you spoke, your hands as they glided over the keys on your laptop. Whereas his wolf was purring because he was just near you. A soft chant churning in his head. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.
"See?" You smiled, showing him your laptop screen. "That could lead to potential data leaks." Valko nodded. He had heard absolutely nothing you'd said. "Whoever built the authentication layer probably forgot to tie up the loose ends- It's nothing catastrophic. Yet." You turned to him and he was just... There. Without a single working braincell.
"Right... Can you show me the code again please?" He tried to piece together what you'd said.
You nodded and put your laptop on the receptionist's desk. Valko moved closer to look at your laptop over your shoulder and definitely not to smell you.
The nasal blocker was there but this close, he could still smell you. Like pine after rain. Like a warm beach day. Like midnight after a thick snow. Everything was so crisp and you were showing him a code that looked like hieroglyphics at the moment.
"Mr Ao?" You asked, unsure if he was even listening.
"I'm sorry." He gave an easy smile to cover up the torment inside him. "I'm a little distracted. Work and all-" He lied. Oh god I just lied to my mate what would mother say? He cleared his throat. "If you could give me your number, perhaps we can arrange a proper sit down and discuss this?" And then afterwards I'll throw you over my shoulder and we'll disappear for at least a month.
You smiled again and his wolf preened. You were smiling at him. For him.
"Of course." You handed him your business card.
"I'll take very good care of this." And you. Oh god I'll take such good care of you. He slipped the business card into his pocket.
You nodded, "Well.. um- I should go- I'm sorry for causing a scene and-"
Cause as many scenes as you want. Anything you want. His brain was burning up. This was everything and more than what his mother had told him would feel like.
"Thank you." He breathed out as you put your laptop on your bag. "For finding this." And me. Thank you for finding me. "We would have landed in a lot of trouble and lawsuits if you hadn't."
"It's really no problem. You're doing good work. I didn't want it to stop just because someone made a mistake." You assured him. "Thank you again for your time, Mr Ao."
"Valko. Please, call me Valko." He said softly. You'll be saying it for the rest of life, soon enough.
"Valko." You repeated and his wolf purred in his chest.
He shook your hand again, his other hand coming to cover yours completely. "I hope to see you again soon." And then never let you go.
Synopsis: After your friends decide to leave you stranded at a frat party on NYE and all transportation is either shut down or too expensive, you find that you have nowhere to go in your embarrassingly short dress. However, your “saviors” come in the forms of two of the hottest frat boys on campus: Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. Both of who are known for throwing crazy parties and sharing girls in their bed. When they offer you a place to lay your head till morning, you take it, not even realizing how dumb this decision will be. Because these two are out on the prowl and what better prey than cute, nerdy little you?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); NYE Party; College AU; No Curse AU; Coercion; Manipulation; R*pe/Noncon; Dubcon; Alcohol & Marijuana Consumption; Body Shots; Drunk!Reader; Shot-Gunning; Inexperienced/Virgin!Reader; Dual Blowjob; Facefucking; Spit/Drool Play; Tongue Piercings; Gojo Has a Dick Piercing; Cunnilingus; Fingering; Reader Cums 4x; Slutification; Objectification; Tongue Sucking; Finger Sucking; Boy on Boy; Safe/Condom Sex; Noncon Fucking on Camera; SatoSugu Are Actually HORRIBLE in This; Free Use!Reader; Gushing; Reader is a Closet Slut
Word Count: 13k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: This wasn't supposed to be 13k words lmaooo. Idk what happened y'all I blacked tf out. I had meant for this to come out on NYE, but time management & my exhaustion had other plans lol. I hope y'all enjoy this one regardless! I've been meaning to write some frat boy shit <3 -Jazz
Credits: Art in collage by narutoss.ramen! (Found on Pinterest)
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‘This. Sucks.’
It’s all you can think under the cold rain and in the frigid winter air, hugging your leather jacket close to your body. You stand on the pavement of the sidewalk, shivering under the bus shelter at the corner in the thinest, tiniest dress known to man. It clings to your body, highlighting your curves, cut low to expose your cleavage.
Why you agreed to ditch your big, warm oversized coat for this cropped jacket to expose the curve of your ass is beyond you too. Even more so, why you decided to borrow your “friend’s” clothes tonight when offered is beyond your comprehension too.
You use the term “friend” very loosely. Really, she’s a sorority sister, but even a sister wouldn’t leave you out here to shiver and freeze to go fuck some random frat boy she met at a party…and take the fucking car with her!
You could've been snuggled up in your bed right now, reading a good book with a mug of tea watching the ball drop, but noooo, your sisters just had to force you to get dressed and go out in the cold for some NYE party thrown by a bunch of frat boys that you hardly know.
You should've never listened to your sisters' "YOLO" speeches, talking about how you're too introverted and too pretty to not go out and that you need to wear different clothes other than your baggy sweaters and that you need to replace your books and studies with dating and one night stands. You've never been interested in any of that, not to mention that guys barely pay any attention to you. You may as well be a ghost to them.
Even at the party tonight, surrounded by your sisters in their skin-tight dresses, mini skirts, and glossy, flirty smiles, you felt invisible. You stood there for half the night nursing your spiked punch and cleaning your glasses because they kept fogging up from the hot frat house that the party was being thrown in.
Two of your sisters are dating two of the members and the other ones just want to fuck them. None of the frat members even bothered speaking to you, only giving you a once over at the door before letting you in. You can't say that you care much about that though.
You are way too involved in your studies as a college junior and books, filled with adventure, romance, thrills, and all kinds of juicy plot twists, to be concerned about sweaty, horny college boys. While some nights you do lie awake listening to your sorority sisters getting fucked through the thin bedroom walls and grow envious of their pleasure, you find comfort in knowing that you don't have to be saddled with the bullshit that comes with dating in college.
While you've haven't had a boyfriend since high school because of your shy personality, spectacles, and introverted attitude, you know that it's for the best if you want to keep your head in the game and graduate.
But still, you decided to switch up your routine listening to your stupid sisters and joined them for the frat boys' NYE party only to be a wallflower and the girl that held your sisters' coats and purses while they shook ass on the dance floor, fell into guys' laps, and drank too many shots.
Completely forgetting about you.
But you could've forgiven aaaall of that if they would've just left you the fucking car. You already know they're back at the sorority house, so there's no way you can go back there and get some good sleep without hearing half of them getting their backs broken in.
Whimpering from the cold, you look up the street to the frat house. People are still filing out, laughing, joking, throwing snowballs at each other in the frigid rain as they run to their cars. The party is over, the ball has since dropped, and it is close to 2AM as shown by your phone.
You could go back to the house to warm up, but you know that will bring trouble. A girl alone in a mini dress with a bunch of guys is something you don't wish to embark on.
So you go to the Uber app, hoping that maybe you can order one to take you to a motel for the night or perhaps across the city to your parents' place. However, each ride is about $30-$50 dollars for one ride.
“Fuck," you hiss, exiting the app and instead going to the public trans app. Maybe you can catch the bus? But when you find that all routes nearest to you are shut down for the night, not running again until the morning. Again, louder, you hiss, "Fuck!" and stomp your foot on the ground.
With your sorority sisters being your last hope, you call and text every single one of them, trying to get them to pick up. None of them do. You're so angry and desperate that you start to cry, ruining the makeup that one of your sisters worked to put on for you.
You quickly wipe your tears away, not wanting to ruin your mascara despite how shitty and discarded you feel. This is shaping up to be a horrible New Years so far...until...
HONK-HONK!
You jump at the sound of a car honking and squint into the sheet of rain as a a black Range Rover comes slowly rolling down the street, its white headlights casting a bright glow over you that makes you squint behind your glasses. The window to the driver's side rolls down as soon as the car is in front of you and your heart picks up speed. Is this some creep who saw you out here alone and decided to take a chance on you to snatch you up?
The window inches down more and more to reveal its very handsome and familiar driver. Geto Suguru, renowned frat boy and member of the college football team. Handsome as ever with his long, black hair, gages, muscles laced in tattoos, and cheeky, dazzling smile with dimples adorning his cheeks. Standing at six-foot something, the perfect height for a football player, he towers over nearly every girl on campus and walks with a confident stride that has all the panties dropping.
He wears a piercing above his left eyebrow, on his lush bottom lip, and is rumored to have a tongue piercing too. You've been in a class with him before and despite the fact that he is a frat member, he isn't the stereotypically dumb one who only cares about sex, parties, and booze. Geto is an exceptional student despite juggling football practice and games, averaging with As and Bs.
Beside him is none other than Gojo Satoru, another frat boy, playboy, and athlete famous on campus for his ocean blue eyes, dashing good looks, snow-white hair that looks soft to the touch, gorgeous smile, and muscles. He is less tatted and pierced up than Geto, but he is also rumored to have a tongue piercing and one dangling from his dickhead. You've heard your sisters whisper about it before, often trying to see it through his basketball shorts.
Gojo is one on the college's basketball team and just like Geto, he has pretty good grades too though you've never had a class with him. He is way more laidback and cocky, walking with a swagger that attracts the girls and angers the guys as he struts around with his six-foot something self on long, muscular legs with his washboard abs and biceps.
"Hey, cutie!" he shouts from the passenger's side, sticking his head through Geto's window. "Need a ride? Lookin' awfully cold out there!"
He gives you a grin that is rather sloppy, his blue eyes slightly unfocused. Geto shoots him a look, irritated, before turning back to you. "Sorry 'bout him. He's drunk." He hangs an arm out the window, giving you a look at the ink lacing his arm from shoulder to knuckle. "But seriously, you need a ride somewhere? It's freezin' out here and that doesn't look like a very warm outfit."
Both his and Gojo's eyes graze over your form, making you hug your jacket closer to your body. In typical frat boy fashion, Gojo and Geto are also known to share their women. There are rumors that the two are dating if not fucking on the side, but you are more worried about the stories of them picking up girls at parties and fucking them, sometimes having three in one night. You've heard rumors about them recording these threesomes too, making you wonder if perhaps they keep this footage for themselves.
Some of your sisters have mentioned sleeping with either Geto or Gojo, or both. Whether they are lying you don't know, but you also don't want to find out what it's like ending up in bed with either Gojo Satoru or Geto Suguru. They bring nothing but trouble, leaving girls either crying or obsessed, and that's something you don't need.
So you decline their offer despite your shivering form. "Um, n-no, I'm fine!" you shout among the pounding rain. "I'm just waiting for a ride! They're a little late 'cause of traffic is all!"
But the car doesn't move on. Maybe they can sense that it's a shit lie. "You're with Uta Bega, right?" Geto asks, raising a pierced eyebrow at you. "Yeah, you look familiar. You were at the party tonight and came in with all those girls."
His lips curl into a smirk, his lip ring glinting in the streetlights. You feel your stomach flutter at the sight of his crooked, sexy little smirk. Despite your disinterest in the two frat boys, you can admit that they are quite attractive. "Yeah, those were my sisters. Sorority sisters, I mean."
Geto's smirk fades, replaced with a quizzical expression. "And they just left you here?" he asks, sounding surprised. Gojo hums in disappointment, shaking his head as he sips from a beer can. "Jesus, girl, you need to get yourself some new sisters. Don't they know there are creeps out here in these streets?"
You bite your lip, trying not to mention that the two of them are coming off as the creeps Gojo is mentioning. But maybe that's just your paranoia talking. It isn't every day that boys, especially two popular, attractive frat members, take interest in you.
Geto, noticing your apprehension, tosses you a bone as he shoves Gojo away from his window. "Listen, we were just on our way to pick up more beer, but we're headed back here afterwards. After everybody files out, it'll just be me and Satoru. All the other members are leavin' for the rest of winter break."
Gojo hums in agreement, tipping his three blind mice glasses over his nose to show you his ocean blue eyes. "Yeah, you can come and lay your head down in our comfy beds...unless you got somewhere else you wanna be. We'll take your cute ass wherever you wanna go."
He gives you a wink that's supposed to disarm you, but it only puts you more on edge. "Uh..." You stop, weighing your options here. There's no telling what could happen if you go with them or if they're telling you the truth. But what other choice do you have? You have no ride and nowhere to go. You're totally stuck here! The cold wind and rain answers for you, making your teeth chatter.
"I-I guess I can stop by and relax for a b-bit," you decide, shivering at the cold. "B-But only for an hour t-till the traffic dies down." The two frat boys share a look with each other, their expression unreadable, but you don't miss the grin that Gojo shoots Geto. "Cool!" Gojo cackles. "Now get in before ya freeze!"
Geto unlocks the backdoor for you, allowing you to quickly speed shuffle through the rain in your heels and jump in the car, gasping as the rush of warm central air hits your cold, damp skin. Gojo turns the Pop Smoke song up on the stereo, humming along as he sips his beer.
"Lemme crank the heat up," Geto grunts, jerking the dial to the heater up. "Feel free to use the buttons back there. I've got heated seats." Gojo snickers, turning to look at you over his shoulder. "He tells everybody that."
"T-Thank you," you embarrassingly stammer, already moving your hands to turn on the heated seat to warm your butt up. You're so cold that you don't remember to strap yourself in before Geto takes off, rather fast too. You nearly smack into the back of his seat with how hard he turns a corner and goes gunning up the street. You just hope that he's sober. You strap yourself in with shaky fingers and lean down to press them to the vents shooting out heat. Gojo watches, strangely interested. "Jeez, cutie, you're a wreck. How'd your sisters leave you out like that, huh?"
You flush at his words, knowing that he's right but also wanting to defend your sisters at least a little bit from the two drunk frat boys. "I-It's not all them. I never should've come." If you hadn't listened to your sisters' stupid talk about getting outside, getting some dick, and not sticking your nose in a book tonight, you wouldn't have been stuck outside and in this situation now.
"So you came to our party tonight?" Geto asks, eyeing you from the rearview mirror. You advert your eyes, nervous to look at him, nodding.
"Yeah, Ino let her in 'cause she and her sisters were cute," Gojo chuckles, giving you another flirty smile and a wink. "Can't say I blame 'em, but all those girls were mad extra, smart girl. Couldn't wait till they fuckin' left."
Despite the insult, you feel your lips quirk into a humored smile. You allow yourself to silently giggle at the expense of your sisters, noticing that they laughed too loudly and seemed to be all over the place looking for Geto and Gojo at the party.
"Yeah, but you still fucked, like, two of 'em," Geto points out, smirking at the snow-haired frat boy. Your stomach roils at the newfound information, realizing that the rumors were right. Meaning that Gojo was up in your sorority house fucking one of your sisters without you even knowing it was him...and also being the one you masturbated to one time when you were horny and kept awake by the moans and headboard banging against your bedroom wall. But it was only one time!
"That was months ago and both of them were trash!" Gojo scoffs, playfully sloshing his beer at Geto. "Anyways, don't talk about her sisters' sexapades when she's sittin' right there in the backseat!"
"I-It's fine," you nervously reply, placing your hands firmly in your lap. "I-I know about them. I've heard them at our place before." You flush as you remember thinking how hot your sister's hookup's moans were, realizing with dread that it was Gojo the entire time. "Ahhh, thin walls," Gojo chuckles, shooting you a grin that's the least apologetic one you've ever seen. "My bad. You probably heard me in there a few times before then." You flush in your jacket, looking away from his sly look to instead stare out the window at the passing homes twinkling with Christmas lights.
Geto's jaw pops as he chews his gum, shifting into the left lane, tossing his middle finger up at a truck who refuses to move. "Never seen ya at our parties before. M'curious, what made ya wanna come by?" You give a dry chuckle, keeping your hands in your lap as you begin to melt into the warmth surrounding the car. "My sisters basically forced me. I didn't really wanna come out."
Gojo slings an arm behind the back of his car seat, shooting you a rather edgy look. "Why? Too good to party with the likes of us, smart girl?" You feel a lump form in your throat at his loaded question and Geto sharply elbows him, making him cackle. "M'just fuckin' witcha! You're too cute when you're flustered, y'know?" Geto once again elbows him, rolling his violet eyes at his friend's antics. "Cut it out, Satoru."
You don't know why you feel so tempted to answer the question anyway. Maybe that spiked punch really got to you. "I'm just not a party person," you murmur. "I don't get out like my sisters do. Too busy studying." Geto curiously eyes you in the mirror as he turns another corner, the streets filled with nothing but corner stores and smoke shops. You have no idea what side of the city you're on now. "You're a junior, right? Yeah, you were in one of my classes. Top of the class, I think."
"Hey, you ever have Calculus II before?" Gojo curiously asks. "I need a really good tutor for that fuck-ass course if I'm gonna graduate next year." You shrug, managing to find your breathing. "Sure...for the right price." Your quirk a small smile as Geto lightly laughs and Gojo raises a brow at you, smirking."Oooh, you've got jokes. Name your price, sweetie, and I gotchu."
Your smile fades when Gojo turns around, turning up the rap song pumping from the speakers until the bass makes your head throb. You don't know why all of the sudden you're here laughing and joking with these two guys you barely know and happen to be major fuckboys. What if they take your talk and jokes as flirtations? What will you do then?
"We're here," Geto announces before pulling into a spot in the gas station. He stops by the little 24 hour store glowing with fluorescent lights and takes the keys out of the ignition, pressing a button on his key pod so the engine continues to run. "I'll leave the car runnin' if you wanna chill here. What kinda drink you take?" He and Gojo look at you expectedly as if you're a big drinker. "It better not be no cheap vodka either," Gojo mutters, but you can see the lighthearted smirk on his face.
"Uh, n-nothing. M'fine, thanks." Then they leave you to warm up in the back of their car no problem, taking the keys with them and locking the doors. You don't dare step out of the car or check your phone to see if your sisters have answered any of your messages.
Your body feels too heavy to care. Exhaustion soon catches up with you and you fall asleep in the back of the car while the boys shop, giving them the advantage to take you wherever they want once they're back inside the car and see you fast asleep.
************
"Y/N? Wake up, baby, we're back."
When you awaken, you find yourself not in the backseat of Geto's Range, but on the comfortable, soft couch sitting adjacent to two armchairs, a beanbag chair sitting by a flat screen TV and a shelf full of DVDs and books, a pool table, and two pink person-sized lava lamps in two corners of the room.
There is a staircase sitting in front of you where Gojo stands, digging through a cooler, humming to the music blasting from the Alexa Pro sitting in near the flat screen TV with a game console hooked up underneath. He pauses to tap something on his phone sitting upright on a charger near the TV, still humming along in his basketball shorts, having changed his clothes.
Geto is sitting in one of the arm chairs adjacent to you, rolling a blunt for himself. He is just starting out rolling out the papers, a baggie of weed sitting on the glass coffee table along with a red solo cup full of something strong. His violet eyes trail up to meet yours and you can tell he is tipsy by the unfocused look in his irises. "Welcome to the land of the living," he jokes, giving you a crooked smile.
Slowly, you sit up from your slumber, yawning and warm. You are still in your clothes from tonight, except for your jacket which is hanging on a coat rack by the stairs. "Mmm," you softly moan. "W-Where am I? Is the party still going on?" You look around the room, hearing the sound of laughter and music thumping from upstairs through the floorboards over the music playing from the Alexa Pro.
Gojo shakes his head as he pulls an ice cold can of beer from the mini cooler sitting by the steps. "Unfortunately, yeah, sorry. These drunk motherfuckers don't leave if they get free booze, so we had to camp out in the basement till everybody files out."
He cracks open the beer and takes a sip, the pink light from the lava lamps glinting against the gold chain hanging from his neck. He's wearing a black tee that hugs his toned upper torso, jeans, and a backwards cap, his party outfit for tonight.
Geto wears a hoodie with his football logo on it, jeans, and sneakers, only wearing a chain link bracelet and dog tags for jewelry along with his piercings. "Hope that's okay," he adds, giving you a curious look as he opens the ziplock bag of weed. The stench of it, strong and pungent, penetrates the air.
You are still slightly disoriented from your nap, unsure of how long you've been sleep, and how you got here. Did one of them carry you in here? "Uh...sure, I-I guess. Where's my purse?"
"Over here," Geto announces, flashing you your little black crossbody. He hands it to you from across the room, only smirking when you unzip it to check for your phone, ID, and money. Everything is still there. "Found it on the bed of my car. Glad we saw it there when we carried you inside." Your eyes widen, embarrassment flooding your body in hot waves. "Carried me inside?!" you parrot.
The two frat boys look at each other and crack up, laughing at your expense. "God, she's too cute!" Gojo snickers, coming over to plop down on the other side of the couch with his beer. He rolls the cooler over with him, placing it at your feet. "Relax, cutie, you were just sleepin'! We tried to wake ya, but you were out like a light. You must've had quite the day." He seems so nice, so laidback, so chill. But at the sight of the beer in his hand and knowing what else lies in that cooler, you know you can't stay long.
You dig into your bag for your phone, checking the time. 1:35AM. No calls or texts from your sisters yet. Fucking bitches. "W-Well, thanks for the rest, but I should be getting back now. The girls might worry." You adjust your dress, pulling it down your thighs, and begin to search for your heels, finding them at the staircase.
But Gojo pulls a face that makes you less reluctant to rush out. "Mmm, no offense, cutie, but I doubt it. If they left ya out here in that lil' number without a ride home, they didn't care that much."
"He doesn't mean that the way it sounds," Geto offers, sighing at his frat brother's tone, "but still, they could've taken you home or to another place if they wanted to fuck. No shame in that, but shame if they wanna leave their fellow sister behind."
You pause, letting his words of reasoning sink in. He has a good point and you hate that he does. Maybe it's the fact that you're still slightly tipsy from the spiked punch earlier or foggy from the sleep, but you are a little more susceptible to the frat boys' words, making you lower your bag down into your lap. "I guess," you mutter.
Gojo nods, digging into the cooler again, rummaging around in the ice. "Plus, judgin' by the stats here, traffic doesn't seem to be lettin' up anytime soon." He pulls out a can of strawberry margarita for you made with Triple Sec, flashing you a grin as he tosses it at Geto from across the room. "So ya may be in for a night with us, cutie." Geto catches the margarita with one hand, not even looking up as he sprinkles some bits of weed into a roll of paper with one hand, focused. "O-Oh," you stammer.
You can't stop the stammering of your heart or the way your stomach flips. Stuck with these two frat boys in the early morning hours with weed and alcohol? What could go wrong? Sensing your apprehension, Gojo jumps in to spread sugar around the wound.
"But we're not all bad, we promise. We got plenty of guest rooms and you're welcome to take the couch once everybody files out. You can even pass out again in here." He digs into the cooler again, looking at you expectantly. "You want somethin' to drink? We bought a couple beers, canned margaritas, some little tequila bottles..."
You should ask for some juice or some water, but you know you'll need to take the edge off if you're going to be down here for a while with them. "Uh...just a margarita, thanks."
Gojo passes you a strawberry one, the can cold and wet against your palms. He then takes out a couple mini bottles of Patron and gets up to hand you and Geto some shot glasses from the mini bar sitting behind Geto. There, you see a couple of bottles of alcohol ranging from wine to flavored vodka. "Have a shot with me!" he exclaims, setting the glasses on the coffee table. "C'mooon, I don't wanna drink alone, you two!"
Geto rolls his eyes and lets Gojo pour him a shot. Despite your better judgment, you let him pour you one too, telling yourself that you'll only take a few sips of your margarita to stay as sober as possible. You've never drank any booze straight before, so you feel your heart stammering at the idea of doing so with two guys you barely know. Gojo raises his shot glass high, grinning. "Cheers to a happy new year. Bottoms up, ya nerds!" You watch the two toss back their shots with ease before you sip yours down your throat.
The tequila burns like fire is raking your throat but you force yourself to swallow, coughing after its all down. Gojo gives a big belly laugh while Geto tries to stifle his. "Can't handle your tequila, I see. That's cute."
You shoot them a glare, earning more laughter from the two at your cuteness. "I'm not much of a drinker, okay?" you admit. "Wine and mixed drinks are the only thing I can handle." You crack open your margarita and take a small sip to quell the embarrassment of hacking up a lung in front of the frat boys.
Gojo raises a brow and smirks at Geto, already pouring you another shot. "Oh, yeah? Well, we have to change that."
"Satoru," Geto warns, placing a hand on his wrist. Gojo frowns at him, scowling. "What? C'mon, Suguru, it's a party and it's New Year's Eve! Live a little and take that fuckin' shot!" He pours Geto another shot too, bumping his hip with his. Together, you three take a second shot of Patron, and this time, it goes down a little easier. You feel that warm flush of the booze spreading through you and the intoxicating, fuzzy feeling that comes with it.
Gojo notices the change and grins like a wolf. "See?" he cackles. "Goes down smooth now, right? It's always after the first shot that it gets much easier." He hums, impressed. "You take it well for someone who doesn't drink much." It must be the tequila working on you, but you actually giggle at his comment before nursing your margarita...as if that's the only thing you'll be drinking tonight.
Your eyes flit over to Geto, curious and transfixed as you watch his big, veiny hands work. He pinches, rolls, squeezes, and tugs as he fixes himself the perfect blunt, his pierced tongue jutting out to lick across the paper and pinch it closed. He sees you watching him and smirks, making you flush at the fact that you've been caught. "What one? I can share." You lick your dry lips and try to act like you weren't just thinking about his hands on you. "Oh, I don't smoke."
Geto softly chuckles, once again licking the blunt to keep it secure, his tongue giving you all sorts of throbbing sensations down below. "Unfortunately, we do. That's not a problem, is it?" You quickly shake your head, resembling something of a bobblehead. "No, no, go ahead! This is your crib, after all. M'just...here." Cringing at the awkward energy you're radiating, you take a long sip of your margarita, letting the taste of juicy strawberry and strong tequila take over your senses. Bad idea.
"As a guest," Gojo adds with a crooked grin. Geto nods in agreement, getting a lighter from his pocket. He flicks it once, twice, three times before a flame ignites from the little spout. "But if ya ever want a puff, just let us know so we can pass it to you."
"O-Oh, I really shouldn't—"
"Yes, you should!" Gojo exclaims, rolling his blue eyes at you. "It's a party and you need to celebrate the new year. C'mon, cutie, party with us!" He then passes you another shot and clinks your glasses together before downing his in one single swipe, the clear droplet trickling down his throat in such a salacious way.
And what do you do? You take the shot and suddenly, you're feeling dizzy. Light on your feat. Your vision is slightly blurry and the world feels off kilter yet sparkly and new. You want to do everything and try everything, including the blunt that Geto is smoking between his lush lips. He sees you eyeing it and smirks, holding it out to you between his fingers. "Want a puff now?" he murmurs. "Here, just look at me, I'll teach you." He suddenly rises from the chair and comes over to sit on the couch with you, making your heart jump into your throat. "But ya gotta come a little closer."
As he gives you a humored smile that makes your insides flutter, Gojo rises from his seat to saunter over to his phone plugged up by the TV, flitting through other songs to find the perfect one. "S-Sure," you stammer, watching Geto's hand.
He nods, pleased, and puts one finger up to gain your attention. "Watch carefully now." You watch intently as he places the blunt between his pink lips, puffing on it in slow motion. He then forms an O with his mouth and blows smoke rings between his lips, the scent of marijuana thick in the air. "Now you try."
He hands the blunt to you, instructing you on how to hold it, and slowly, you place it between your lips. He watches you and so does Gojo, the two of them silently eyeing you up as you take one tiny puff of the blunt. As soon as the smoke hits your lungs, you begin coughing, your eyes tearing.
Gojo snorts, trying in vain to hide it. "Aye, don't laugh," Geto criticizes his friend, but even he is wearing a humored smirk that he tries to tamper down. "Try again. Slowly now, baby, don't rush it."
You try to ignore the way your body grows hot at the pet name he uses on you as you try again, knowing damn well that you shouldn't. But it's as if you are attracted to everything you shouldn't do or say tonight. The second time to hit the blunt, it is easier and you take a slow drag before exhaling it all out, letting the smoke hit you dead on. Geto grins as he watches you physically relax into the couch. "Easy now, right?" he chuckles. You nod, feeling slightly lighter now. "What's it do?" you curiously ask.
Geto takes a hit of the blunt with ease, smoke billowing from his nostrils. "Just relaxes ya. Makes everythin' nice and slow, but you get mad hungry too, so we've got snacks." You can barely understand the man—he sounds so far away, the alcohol and the two puffs of weed affecting you more than you realized. Combined with the marijuana smoke giving you a contact high, you become an absolute mess after a couple of minutes of hanging in the basement with the two frat boys.
As you sink back into the couch, your eyes flutter closed, your head growing dizzy and swimming from the smoke. You hear Gojo's chuckle, silky and teasing. "Uh-oh, someone's feelin' those shots," he jokes. "Daaamn, we need to invite you to the next party we throw. You're real fun when you've got some liquor in you, smart girl." You hum to yourself and hear yourself murmur out a small "thanks".
When you open your eyes, Gojo is looking at you with that crooked smile and irresistibly blue eyes. Why are they so goddamn pretty? And when did he come back to sit on the couch? You realize too late that you're sitting between the two frat boys now, your legs glued tight together and your arms crossed over your chest to give you some type of security.
"We love fun girls," he says in a voice that is way too sultry to just be simple booze talk. "They're better to chill with. You're the right kinda fun, right, Suguru?" He shoots Geto a grin to which he barely returns, but you notice that he is staring you down through the smoke as he puffs on his blunt before passing it to Gojo.
The snow-haired frat member takes a long drag of the blunt, smoke billowing in clouds from between his pink lips. "You okay with bein' squeezed between us, smart girl?" he teases, raising a brow at you. "Promise this won't turn into a casting couch situation." Geto shoots him a death stare, sipping on his own beer now. "Shut the fuck up, Satoru."
Gojo just laughs, waving off his friend's warning. "Come oooon, she knows I'm just fuckin' around, right, cutie? You know we'd never ever treat you like that, right?" You feel tongue tied suddenly, your mouth full of cotton. "Uh..." You don't quite answer, unsure of how to. Where is this going? Suddenly, as if the question is answered for you, that damn viral mashup between Ciara's "Body Party" and Ariana Grande's "Nasty" begins to play from the speakers, suddenly giving the room a sensual feel.
"I-I need some air," you pant, standing on wobbly feet. You have to grab the back of the couch to keep steady, wincing at the dizziness you feel. Geto gives you a hand, placing a hand on your arm to steady you. "You ain't gonna find it up there, mamas. Too many people; you'll get overstimulated mad quick." But you don't listen, trying in vain to make it to the steps but you're too unsteady. Too drunk. Too high.
"Hey, hey," Gojo soothingly says. You feel his gentle hands on your waist forcing you to sit back down between himself and Geto. "S'okay, sweetie, relax. We don't bite...not very hard." He gives you another dazzling, disarming smile before reaching beside him for a cup with red contents in it. "Here, drink this. It's just some punch, but it ain't spiked."
You take the cup and smell it, not detecting any aroma of alcohol. When you drink it, you don't taste any alcohol in it whatsoever, so you sip down the rest of the cold liquid, feeling cooled down from the heat of the basement and being stuck between the two big, hunky frat boys.
Bad idea. A very, very bad, horrible, fucking stupid idea.
You should've went upstairs anyway, regardless of whether or not you could walk. You should've crawled your way up out of the basement and called an Uber. You shouldn't have ever drank that punch either. Though there was no alcohol in it, as far as you know since Gojo told you, you feel drunker than you were initially. your head is spinning and you feel heavy like your bones are sinking. You are laid back on the couch, eyes closed and the world spinning as the music continues to swirl around you, mixing with the thick wedd smoke hanging in the air.
"Babyyyy," Gojo coos. He sounds like he's underwater, his voice gargle and muffled to your own ears even though he's sitting right beside you. "Ya good? Where's that head at, hm?"
You feel his hand on your knee, his calloused palm feeling so good on your hot, creamy skin. You should push it away, but you find that you can't. "M'okay," you murmur. Then again, giggling, "M'okay, m'...your hand's nice there." Your words are slurred together, messed up from the alcohol you stupidly consumed.
"Yeah?" he asks, a sexy, teasing lilt in his tone. "You want my hand somewhere else? You're just so hot all over, gorgeous."
You feel his hand crawl up, up, up to your thigh, squeezing it. You open your eyes just in time to see Geto scooting closer, his eyes slightly hooded and red from the weed. His big, tatted hands move to massage your shoulders before gliding down your arms, sending goosebumps in his wake. "Mmm, wait," you mumble, trying in vain to shove them away. "W-We shouldn't—"
"Shhh," Gojo shushes you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek that makes you shiver. "Just relax. You've really got it goin' on, cutie, y'know that? Glasses and all."
He grins at your glasses, slightly fogged from the heat radiating all around you, and slowly takes them off, placing them on the coffee table with the shot glasses and booze you've consumed.
Actually, how long has it been? What time is it? You try to get a grasp on reality, but Gojo's soft, pink lips being so close to yours makes it so hard. "You want a kiss, babe?" he purrs, his hand suddenly on your chin. "You ever have a NYE kiss before?" Slowly, you shake your head, unable to speak.
His expression is confused, his eyebrows knitting quizzically. "Never? Well, that's a damn shame. Lemme change that for you." He tilts your chin down slightly and suddenly, his lips are locked against yours. Your eyes widen and your body freezes, your fight or flight kicking it when you realize what's happening...yet your muscles feel too heavy and tired to push him off. Plus, unfortunately, Gojo is a very good kisser. His lips are soft, supple, and spiked with tequila, making you drunk off of him.
Slowly, he pulls away with a soft smack of his lips, humming in pleasure. "Mmm, nice," he hums. "Come on, let's finish this shot together."
He then takes a half-poured shot of tequila, pours the rest of it into his mouth, and holds it in his mouth before moving back to press his lips to yours. You have no choice but to let him empty the tequila into your mouth, forcing you to drink it. You choke slightly, unprepared, but you manage not to spit anything up. You can't protest to it either because he's shoving his tongue in your mouth, swallowing your words, moaning as he swirls his eager tongue with your unwilling one.
Beep.
You startle at the sound, pulling away from Gojo to look around the room. "What was that?" you softly ask, alarmed by the sudden interruption. But Gojo firmly whips your head back around to face his lustful eyes. "Nothin', baby, probably somethin' upstairs. Just focus on me." Then he's right back to sloppily kissing you, laying one hand on your hip while the other caresses your cheek, taking his sweet time getting to know your body. You whimper against his lips, grasping his biceps which only causes your lower core to throb in excitement at him under your fingers.
No, you can't be turned on at a time like this! So what if he has nice arms? You're drunk! He didn't even ask to kiss you first!
But even so, even when you know that all of this is so wrong and so fucked up, you can't stop yourself from becoming sticky from his soft lips and sloppy kiss.
"Enough, 'Tarou. M'here too, y'know." You sigh in relief at Geto's silky voice filling your ears, thinking that he will come to your rescue. But when he practically snatches you away from Gojo and you see the lust darkening his hooded, violet eyes, you know that this is not going to end the way you want it to. He has his blunt again, puffing on it as his eyes lazily drag over your form. "Want a shotgun me, mamas?" he murmurs, the corner of his lips quirking into a smile. "C'mere, I'll show you how. Just open your mouth f'me."
Dumbly, you pry open your trembling lips and watch as Geto sucks on his blunt as he inhales the smoke before laying the blunt on an ashtray on the coffee table, discarded. He then leans over to you and puckers his lips, blowing the smoke into your mouth. You let out a choked moan as the smoke, hot, pungent, and thick, giving you a high as soon as it smacks you in the face.
You can't focus on it for too long though because Geto is gripping the back of your neck and pulling you in for a hot, slow kiss that makes your nipples hard beneath your dress and your body act on its own. You can't stop from touching on his arms and chest, feeling him up, and he responds by lacing his arms around your waist. "Mmm, fuck, you taste good," he groans. "Like tequila. Do I taste good too?"
He places his hand under your chin, his thumb pad playing with your bottom lip. You stare up at him, dazed and dizzy from the toxins of the weed, the intense effects of the alcohol, and your arousal. "Y-Yeah," you softly slur. "Both of you." Your horniness speaks for you, taking over your body like a demon.
"Aww, ain't you sweet," Gojo coos from behind you, his big hands wrapping around your tits from behind. He squeezes them, making you moan as Geto kisses your jawline, sending chills down your spin. "Wonder how the rest of you tastes." Geto goes back to kissing you, his hand gripping your chin, your lips dancing together in a sloppy, heated tango that draws moans and whimpers out of you that have long since been locked away.
"Such a pretty mouth," Gojo groans. "Wanna feel my cock in it so bad." Suddenly, he is ripping the straps to your dress down, exposing your naked shoulders to him. "Such a pretty rack too. Let's get this shit offa you so we can see that body you're rockin'."
"W-W-" You can't even get the one word out, your words jumbled together, stumbling over one another. You can only whimper as Gojo unzips your dress and pulls it down to your waist, exposing your full, soft, juicy tits and embarrassingly rock-hard nipples to the two frat boys.
"Goddamn!" Gojo hisses right at the same time Geto lets out a breathy "Shit" at the sight of your pretty tits on full display for them. "No bra?" Gojo chuckles, his blue eyes dripping with lust. "Such a naughty little slut, ain'tcha?"
Your body grows hot at the degrading word. Is that what you are? Is that what they think you are? No...no, that can't be. "I-I'm not a—"
But you are silenced by Gojo's hand roughly gripping your chin, squeezing your cheeks so your lips squish together, resembling a fish's. Like a switch flipping on inside of him, he has gone from teasing and seemingly sweet to condescending and rough, dropping the act to reveal his true intentions now that you are caught without his and Geto's trap. "Save it, cutie. We don't like liars, 'specifically lyin' little sluts. She got any panties on, Sugu?"
You whimper in protest as you feel Geto toy with the hem of your dress, hiking it up over your thighs to expose your freshly-shaven bikini line. "Yeah," he answers, sounding slightly disappointed, "but she's wet as fuck. Looky here." You feel his two thick fingers press into your panties and slide up, up, up your slit, collecting a bunch of wetness that has soaked through the thin fabric of your underwear. Gojo laughs in delight as Geto shows him his digits dripping in your juices, much to your dismay.
"Goddamn, babe!" he chuckles. "You're so fuckin' sloppy down here! Look at you drippin' all over the couch, dirty girl." You can feel it, your inner thighs becoming wet and sticky from your ever-oozing pussy. What is wrong with you? Is it the tequila and the weed making you this aroused? You can't possibly be this horny for these two fuck boys who don't ask for permission first and just take, take, take. Suddenly, Gojo gets up and forces you to lay back onto the couch, making you squeak in surprise. "Lie back on the couch, nasty girl. We wanna make ya feel reeeal good."
The song shifts to something else—a Pop Smoke song about his girl not wearing any panties and tasting like candy—as the two frat boys situate themselves in front of you and move a few cushions on the couch to turn it into a futon. You watch in awe as the two shed their shirts, exposing their toned, muscular bodies to you, so much bigger than your own. Their arms are as big as your head, somehow matching the third arms you can see swinging beneath their pants, hard and pulsing. Suddenly, your thighs are split wide by Gojo's hands, his blue eyes a darker, stormier shade from lust.
"Betcha she's been dreamin' of this," he teases. "Havin' two hunky frat boys she barely knows fuck her stupid. Look at this slutty pussy gushin' for us, Su."
He takes his hand and moves your panties side, exposing your glistening, puffy pussy lips stuck together from your arousal to them, halfway pried open to expose your little hole. The two men groan at the sight of you as Gojo begins to gently stroke your pussy as you lay there, your dress hiked up and tits out for them to ogle at. "Ngh, no," you protest through a whimper. "T-That's not—"
But your words are cut off by Geto who leans down towards you, cupping your cheek. Wisps of his black hair fall down from his shoulders, tickling your cheeks. "Open your mouth again. I want another taste of you, mamas."
Before you can even do as he orders, he is swooping down to sloppily kiss you, forcing your tongue to swirl with his and sucking on it. As he sloppily kisses you, you suddenly feel Gojo pour a bottle of cold tequila onto your stomach, making you flinch from the sensations. "Bodyshots, cutie," he chuckles. "This might tickle, but hold still f'me."
As the music vibrates around you and bounces against the walls in the thick, heady air smelling of sex and weed, making your head throb more, Gojo slithers his tongue into your belly button and licks your tummy as he slurps up the tequila in time with Geto sucking on your tongue, moaning as he does. Gojo lifts his head to stare at you, looking so supremely blissed out from licking up your stomach.
Then he pours some onto your tits, allowing for him and Geto to lick and suckle on your breasts to catch the droplets of booze before they drip onto their couch. You groan at the feeling of their teeth grazing your hard nipples, pain mingling with pleasure, making for one intoxicating cocktail of confusing sensations. "Oh, fuck," you exhale. "Mmm, oh, w-wait a sec, boys. You can't—"
"Keep those fuckin' legs open," Gojo grunts, forcing your legs back open with his hand. You didn't realize you had tried to close them. "We wanna see you. You can't hide from this, cutie, so why fight it?" He takes another nibble at the hard peak of your nipple, this one a lot sharper, and it makes you hiss from the sharp edge of his teeth nearly breaking your skin.
The boys continue to work on your tits, sloppily sucking, slurping, and suckling, greedy moans and groans leaving their mouths. As they do, you feel their hands caress your legs and thighs, squeezing and groping as your pussy continues to secrete more embarrassing wetness onto the couch. You need to get a hold on this. You need to try to control the situation. "Boys, hang on," you protest. "M-My panties—"
Rrrrrrip!
You squeal as your panties are suddenly ripped off of you in an instant, nothing but ripped lace now. "Oops," Geto says, smirking at you while Gojo laughs against your tits. "Got too excited. These are Savage X Fenty, right? I'll slip you some money for more."
He hands them over to Gojo who ogles at them as if they are a special present. "Ooooh, these are some slutty ass panties, baby. You were lookin' to get fucked tonight." He gives you a lustful grin as he pockets them, sliding them into the pocket of his jeans. Will you ever get those back, you wonder?
"No, I wasn't!" you argue, flushing with anger and humiliation at his words. "I-I don't—"
SMACK!
You gasp and lurch as Gojo sharply smacks your pussy with his palm, the assault somehow making your clit throb. "Liar," he growls. "You act like you're not a slut, but you are. Why else would this poor girl be talkin' to us like this?"
He stares down at your pussy now, cooing at how soaked, puffy, and swollen it is while you shake with embarrassment and a bit of fear. He gently strokes your pussy lips, earning a little twitch in response to his fingers touching your most vulnerable place. "She's so touch-starved, poor thing. Lemme talk back to her."
And then you feel the cold liquid of tequila pouring onto your pussy lips. You gasp, your thighs twitching to instinctively close, but you can't when Gojo is suddenly planting his head between your legs, using his hands to pin them open wide so you can't escape or move. Then his tongue is on you, licking, swirling, and dipping through your wet folds, the cold metal to his piercing sliding along the hot inner folds of your pussy. You gasp, your eyes bugging and your mouth falling agape at the pleasurable, electric sensations you're feeling from his greedy tongue and lips swallow you whole.
Gojo is a fast, eager eater. His tongue wickedly slithers through your folds as if to discover the crowned jewel of your pussy and sucks on your clit with every intention of making you cum. Your juices flow freely down his chin and throat, making him very messy and coating your asscrack in your honey. You moan, whimper, and croon above him, your hands grasping his white locks for leverage.
"A-Ah, fuck!" you yelp. "W-Wait, 'Tarou...oh, fuck! Shit, hang on!" Gojo grumbles with irritation into your cunt, shooting a glance at Geto from beside him. "Shut her the fuck up. We don't need her bein' this loud just yet."
Quickly, Geto rises from his spot and barks for Alexa to turn up the volume on the music before he appears beside you. He kneels onto the couch by your face just as the music is kicked up a notch, making your eardrums vibrate from the sheer volume of it bumping through the basement walls. Suddenly, you hear the obvious metal clink of a belt and the zzzzip of a zipper coming down, making your stomach drop into a pit.
You know what's coming even before you see Geto's cock in your face. He is so thick and girthy, veins protruding from his shaft, trailing down to his heavy balls prickled with fine, black hair. The rest of him is shaven clean, leaving his perfect V-line and stomach free of any hair. His head is a tanner shade than the rest of him, the contrast somehow making your pussy gush. "Sorry, mamas, but I had to plug this mouth up."
Without warning, he wraps a hand around his heavy dick and smacks it once, twice, three times against your glossy lips. Plap-plap-plap. "Plus...oooh, shit, your mouth was too pretty to resist."
Then he's forcing your lips open with his head and sliding into your wet mouth, much to your dismay and protest, moaning and grunting around his cock as he settles against your tongue. Gojo watches with interest from his kneeling position between your thighs, pausing in his aggressive pussy-eating session to watch his frat brother fuck your mouth. "Wow, that's quite a throat, baby. Such a sweet mouth on you, shit."
He turns back to your pussy, transfixed, addicted to it. "Such a sweet pussy too," he growls before he goes right back to sucking on your clit. You gasp around Geto's thick cock as you feel Gojo's soft lips greedily suck on your needy clit, sending tendrils and shocks of pleasure through your body that make your back arch and your pussy ooze. Geto stares down at his frat brother, his eyes lust blown and face flush from the pleasure.
"Don't be greedy, Satoru," he grunts. "Share." And in the blink of an eye, Gojo is grabbing the back of Geto's neck and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.
You stare at them in awe and shock as they greedily, hungrily makeout in front of you, sharing your wetness among each other. So the rumors were true: they are dating. Or maybe just fucking. Either way, you're getting a front row seat as the two moan into each other's mouths, their pierced tongues swirling against one another, sharing your juices and their spit.
Gojo peels his blue eyes open, chuckling as he pulls away from Geto. "Oooh, look at that little whore! Gettin' hot over seein' two hot guys kissin'?" He tuts, shaking his head. "Nasty little thing, but you've got such a nice mouth for my boy."
Geto continues to fuck your mouth, forcing his way in deeper and deeper, making your mouth accommodate to his thick size. "Fuck," he groans through gritted, white teeth, his inked, sweat-slick muscles tensing and flexing. "Take me deeper, mama, c'mon. Don't slack now."
A wet gargle escapes you as your throat is forced to take him in, forcing you to quickly try to save yourself from throwing up by opening your throat as if you're about to yawn. Geto groans in pleasure as he begins to deeply fuck your sloppy, tight throat as if it is a fleshlight in time with the pulsing bass of the song blasting from the speakers. He fucks your mouth in a way where he doesn't care if anyone comes downstairs to see him, too indulged in the pleasure of pounding your throat.
He then turns to Gojo who is still greedily eating your pussy, his tongue dipping in and out of your hole. "Hey, Satoru, wanna switch? You should feel how deep her throat is." As soon as his dick is out of your throat, Gojo takes his spot, untying his basketball shorts and yanking them down with the quickness of a trained basketball player.
Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat the monster he is packing under his shorts. He is quite long, longer than Geto, his cock slapping against his lower stomach, his pink, flushed cock head just reaching past his belly button. And it is, in fact, pierced. You can see the little silver hoop dangling from his cock head as he begins to stroke his veiny cock, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
Geto pours some tequila on Gojo's shaft, grinning as he does, before Gojo slips his cock into your mouth, forcing you to taste the Patron and the pre-cum dripping from his head. He groans, sliding deeper, deeper, deeper, until he bottoms out in your throat, allowing him to give you rough, hard thrusts that hurt your jaw. "God-fuckin'-damn!" he grunts, his face sweaty and flushed. "Sugu was right; your mouth is everything, baby girl. Keep suckin' juuust like that."
Then it's Geto's turn to eat you out. He tosses your legs over his broad shoulders, his back muscles flexing, making his tattoos move and dance, as he eats you out while his frat brother fucks your mouth. You moan at the feeling of his piercing tickling your inner folds before dipping into your hole, his nose brushing against your clit.
"Yeah, you like that tongue piercin', you sexy bitch?" Gojo cackles, grinning down at you. Slutty, free-use little you. "Don't slack now. I wanna fuck your pretty face a bit. You don't mind, do ya?"
"Mmm-phh!" you grunt around his dick, your eyes ticking up to his. All you see is lust and a fevered, feral want that makes you realize that there is no stopping him. "I'll take that as a no," he chuckles before his voice drips into pornographic moans mixed with the sweet sounds of his cock fucking your sloppy throat. He fucks it like it's his brand new toy that he's trying to break in, sucking suction sounds and wet sloshes of his slick cock brushing against the walls of your throat filling the air. "That's so good, babe, shit," he slurs. "Where the fuck have ya been all my life, hm?"
"Stickin' that nose in her books," Geto jokes, picking his head up to grin at him. The two laugh at your expense even as you lay there, being used in both holes. "Just kiddin', mamas. You're a cute lil' thing just the way you are." He presses a kiss to your clit before diving back in to eat you out, greedily moaning as you grip the long, black locks of your hair.
Gojo watches with enjoyment as your back arches, Geto's sweet words embarrassingly arousing you more. Who knew you were such a little praise slut? "Oooh, I think she's gonna cum," Gojo teases, grinning down at you, his dimples popping. "C'mon, ya little praise slut, cum on my man's tongue. Give him that fuckin' pussy."
He reaches an arm out to Geto, pushing his head deeper into your pussy so his tongue sinks in deeper, his piercing brushing every tingling, hot, wet part of you that makes you scream around the thick dick in your throat. "Make her cum so I can fuck that sloppy cunt later, Su. C'mon, make her gush."
Geto groans into your hole, the vibrations making you shake and quiver. Your eyes roll back into your head as you feel that knot in your core tightening, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, it snaps and you let out a low groan of pleasure as you soar through the clouds. "M'cumming!" you slur around Gojo's dick. He hums in agreement, watching you greedily as your tits jiggle and your throat flexes around his cock, slowing his thrusts to watch you cream all over Geto's tongue.
Gargled moans and whimpers leave your mouth, spit dripping from the corners of your lips down your chin, as you cum all over Geto's mouth. He greedily slurps you up, cleaning every nook and cranny of your pretty pussy to his enjoyment. "Thaaaaat's a good girl," Gojo praises, gently patting your cheek, mostly to keep you grounded so you don't pass the fuck out. "So proud of you! Scoot over, Sugu; share some of that cream with me."
He pulls out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe and hiccup, while he joins Geto on the floor. Together, they begin to clean you up in unison, tongues bating your sensitive pussy in their saliva, kissing in between licks. It is all too much, making you feel like you're about to explode. It's agonizing pleasure, almost painful. "Ha...ha, fuck," you pant. "I-I can't...oh, fuck, stop! It's too much, ah!"
Gojo chuckles at your pain, his cock surging at the sight of you so needy, desperate, and slutty before him and his boyfriend. "You've got the sweetest moans, cutie. Can't wait to hear 'em while I'm balls deep in you."
His words tear at your blissed-out state and you're suddenly back in cold, hard reality again. You missed his words earlier—something about Geto making you slick enough to fuck later—because you were too busy cumming. But now, you hear it without a doubt. And without a doubt, he wants to fuck you.
"W-What?" you gasp. You wiggle out of Geto's grasp and close your legs just as Gojo rises to his feet, his cock stiff and standing at attention for you. "Wait, Satoru, you can't!" You push at him with your feet, your painted toes vibrant against his pale skin and abs. He scowls at you, confused. "Why not? You never done this before or somethin'?"
You flush, embarrassment flooding you, and you look away from his gaze, not wanting to see the pity or humor in them. Realizing what your silence means, Gojo lets out a choking sound as if he just swallowed the wrong way. "Wait, seriously?!" he gasps. "You're a virgin? Damn, so we're the first dicks you've ever caught!"
You whimper, humiliated by your secret being exposed. Many of your sorority sisters know that you have never had intercourse before and pushed you to come out tonight to finally "catch a dick". You've received plenty of "sisterly" pep talks and criticisms about waiting for sex. You've heard your sisters giggle behind closed doors about the fact that you've never slept with anyone before, often isolating you and making you feel like an unsexy loser who can't get anyone in her bed.
No one has never looked at you in that way before, let alone a guy. Plus, you've never been very interested in pursing any guy on campus sexually. But that doesn't mean you hadn't wanted it or dreamed of it or imagined yourself getting fucked into the bed while you stuff your pussy with your fingers or use your rose on your clit.
You expect the frat boys to laugh. To joke. To poke fun at your inexperience at the expense of you and humiliate you even further. But to your surprise, you're met with tenderness. Geto gently cups your cheek, pressing a kiss to your lips. "Ain't no shame in it, mamas. We'll just be gentle with you. Promise." He gives you a smile that makes you feel like the most beautiful, sexy, treasured thing in the world.
Even with your makeup that your sorority sister worked on ruined, your gloss smeared and mascara dripping down your cheeks. Gojo wipes away a black streak of it now, gently dabbing away some spit from your cheeks. "Yeah, we promise. But we need some rubbers though."
He grins, moving to pick up his shorts and digging into his pocket for two condom wrappers. "Good thing I got someriiiight heeeere!" he sings, dangling the two golden packs at you. He gives you a wolfish grin, yanking your thighs up high so your legs stick in the air and giving your ass a smack "You're in for it tonight, cutie pie. We've gotta get that pussy nice an' open though."
That leads to you getting placed on all fours with your ass hiked up and the boys' dicks in your mouth while Gojo fingers your pussy. He pumps his long, thick digits in and out of your sloppy, glistening pussy, ogling at the way you seem to suck him in in both of your holes. You can barely make out the difference in his and Geto's dicks anymore, the both of them pushing in while one pulls out, forcing you to suck and throat them.
"O-Oh, fuck!" you stammer around Gojo's—or Geto's?—cock in your mouth, spit dripping from your mouth, making you quite messy and sticky. "Please, 'Tarou, more!" Your tits jiggle and bounce in time with the boys' thrusts into your mouth, their hands grappling and groping your tits and ass exposed from under your hiked-up dress. "More?" Gojo chuckles. "Damn, babe, you're just suckin' me in."
He curls his fingers up inside of you as Geto pushes in deeper, pumping himself in your throat, grunting and groaning as he does. "That dick is makin' that pussy cry, isn't it?" he grunts, his silky voice rasped with pleasure. You gargle in response, gagging around his cock as Gojo smacks his against your cheek. "Both of these dicks," he groans. "Such a big girl takin' us both. So proud of you, baby, fuck!"
His long, black locks of hair fall into his face as he pumps himself in your throat for a few times before Gojo switches with him, moaning as he sinks into your slobbering mouth. Geto licks his digits and begins to rub at your clit, earning a keening moan from your mouth as you get closer to a second orgasm, your eyes rolling back.
"C'mon, we can tell you're close, cutie pie," Gojo pants. "Just give us one more. Make that pussy gush for us." Just a few more pumps of his fingers inside of you, stretching you open, and a few more frantic rubs of Geto's digits on your clit, and soon, like a switch being flipped on inside of you, you cum again.
Your eyes roll back so far that you're afraid they'll get stuck there as your body shudders, your hips stuttering and grinding back into Gojo's fingers as your pussy tightens around him. He groans as you clench around his digits, sucking him in deeper as he draws your cream out of you, whispering a cooing mantra of "yes, yes, baby, yes" as you moan enticingly around the dick in your mouth.
After your orgasm fades, you are left feeling heavy and numb, your head empty. Gojo slowly pulls his fingers out and sucks on them, letting Geto get a taste too by sucking on his digits."Good girl!" Gojo coos to you, giving you a squeeze on your ass. "You're fuckin' magical, baby!" He laughs in disbelief as if not truly believing that they managed to bag a little cumslut like you tonight.
As you sit there, recovering, the two of them slide the condoms on their dicks, the damn rubber things straining against their thick shafts. Geto takes a look at your gushing, open pussy and hums in satisfaction, jerking his hard cock to keep himself stimulated. "I think she's ready now...but who fucks first?" He stares at Gojo expectantly, raising a brow. Gojo grins, shrugging at him. "Rock, paper, scissors?" he suggests.
To your shock (and a bit of amusement), the two frat boys go to work playing a round of the game, murmuring, "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot" as they pump their fists up and down between each other. They open their hands, Geto shooting scissors while Gojo goes for rock.
"Ha, ha, bitch!" Gojo cackles, slamming his fist down on Geto's scissor hands. "Get down there and suck these balls." And to your shock, Geto kneels down behind Gojo as the snow-haired frat boy widens his legs for him. His attention is on you now, helping you roll back onto your back. He hikes your legs up over his hips as he groans as Geto's tongue hits his balls, the sound of his soft sucking drifting through the air. "Nice an' slow, baby, okay?" he coos. "Nice an' slow."
He slides and slaps his cock against your pussy lips, the hot sensation of his heavy shaft against your hole making you flinch. "Look at me," he whispers. You do so, falling into the ocean blue of his eyes as his cock head presses against the threshold of your pussy hole. And then he pushes.
You gasp, feeling yourself stretch despite only getting his head. You feel grateful for the two orgasms he and Geto gave you, helping your walls relax, but that stretch is still palpable and sharp. You grunt, your core tensing and your pelvic muscles clenching in disagreement. "Uh-uh, relax, baby," Gojo softly says, pushing you down onto the couch when your hips begin to rise in protest. "C'mon, relax that pussy f'me. You're okay, I've gotchu."
He waits a moment and then pushes in deeper, taking it inch by inch. He grits his teeth, grunts leaving his lips as he slides in, stretching you open for the first time. "God, you're fuckin' tight!" he spits. "Gonna make me lose my mind over this pussy."
"Fuck!" you gasp, your nails digging into his biceps as he pushes in deeper, filling you up. "Satoru, wait!" But you can't speak long because his cock is suddenly bottoming out inside of you. The sound that leaves you is loud and broken, your vocal cords shot to hell, as Gojo begins to slowly rock his hips into your pussy. "Shit!" he hisses. "God, you're so fuckin' tight! This pussy is too good!"
You can't speak, your mouth dry, your brain too fried and empty to tell your mouth to speak. Nothing is connecting. Nothing is clicking. You feel and think and sense nothing but the sensations that Gojo is giving you. There is a pain, yes, but it is masked by the rubbing of Gojo's fingers on your clit and his cock massaging your insides. His pornographic moans only make you wetter, making your pussy open and slick enough to fuck.
"Ah, k-keep suckin', Sugu," he groans. "Lick her pussy too. I'm gonna fuck her so good that she'll give you some cum too."
You then feel Geto's greedy, pierced tongue licking your pussy from below as Gojo fucks you a little more, pressing his hips fully against your ass. He yanks you closer by your ankles, gripping your hips and the fleshy part of your ass for dear life as he pistons in and out, in and out, pumping his cock inside of you. "Look at me, baby," he pants. "Watch me fuck that slutty little pussy." He groans, grinning at you as you clench around him. "Oh, you like that talk, slut? Like it when I degrade your fine ass, huh?"
Now you're feeling it—the intoxicating, addicting, searing pleasure that sex brings. How you longed to feel this. How you ached for this. You can't help but come undone, vulnerable and slutty, your voice bouncing off of the basement walls and ceiling. "O-Oh, oh, fuck, Satoru!" you whine. "Oh, s-shit, yes!"
You begin to bounce against his cock, your tits enticingly jiggle in Gojo's face, your hole dripping and soaking the couch and Geto's tongue. "Feels so fuckin' good, babe," Gojo moans, staring down at you through blue slits of his eyes. "Gonna make me cum. Make me blow my fuckin' load for you."
He ruts into you faster, harder, using your body to pump his cock into over and over again. Suddenly, his hand shoots out to wrap around your neck, making your lush lips open into a shocked O as he fucks you while choking you. "Look at me," he growls, squeezing your throat. "Cum for me again. Rub that pussy and cum all over this dick, baby, fuck!"
He practically spits the last word, losing the last thread of control he has. You do as he says, unable to control yourself. The pleasure is too good, making your body act on its own. You begin to frantically rub your wet little clit as Gojo fucks you into the couch, rutting into you, his firm, plump ass from years of squats and training in the gym pumping in and out as he strokes his cock with your wet pussy.
Soon, combined with his cock and Geto's mouth from down below, you feel your third orgasm rip through you. It is tense and rough like a wildfire spreading through a forest, making you brokenly moan as your pussy clenches around Gojo's long dick kissing your G-spot. He gives a few more sloppy, rough thrusts, panting like a feral animal, until his moans of release explode out of him. "Ah, fuck yes!" he groans, loud and pornographic, as he blows his load deep in your pussy.
Well, deep in the condom in your pussy, but you can still feel him pulsing inside of you. You gasp as he presses his body to yours, slamming his mouth against yours to force you into a sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue and spit. With a little whimper, he pulls away and slows his thrusts to slow, sloppy rocks of his hips. "S-Stop suckin', Suguru, damn," he hisses. "I already came."
Geto chuckles, rising to his feet to wipe his mouth of your and Gojo's cum. "Sorry, babe; you just taste so good with her cum." He turns to you, ignoring the fact that you're completely winded, panting heavily. "Now's my turn," he softly growls. "Make that mouth useful." He shoots a dark, lustful look at Gojo who grins as he pulls out of you, his cock slick with your cum. "Yes, Daddy."
Your eyes widen as Geto slides between your thighs, grasping your ankles. His turn? Oh, God. He can't mean that...oh, no!
Sensing your apprehension, Geto presses a finger to your lips, shushing your unsaid protests. "S'okay, baby," he coos. He takes his cock and presses it against your little hole gushing cum, "I'll be gentle with you. Need to make sure you don't stain the couch."
Then, without a warning, his slides himself home inside of you. You gasp as your pussy quivers in protest, your walls clenching. He is just as big as Gojo if not bigger! How the fuck did you take him in your mouth? Your jaw aches from the constant stimulation, a reminder of what you've endured from his monster dick."S-Suguru," you stammer, sinking your nails into his biceps. "Oh, fuck, h-hang on! I don't think I can!"
But Geto shakes his head, groaning as Gojo begins sucking on his balls, the sounds of his greedy, wet sucks filling the air. "Oh, yes, you can. It'd be...oh, fuck yes...rude not to take my cock too. You gotta treat your hosts good, mama, fuuuuck."
He is groaning and grunting as he begins to pump himself in and out, sloooowly dragging his cock against your walls. He watches in awe as your pussy lips part for him even as your hole aches and quivers from being stimulated and used too much. "Suck her clit, Tarou," he slurs out. "Get up here and get that mouth on her. I wanna fuck her deep."
Gojo is popping up immediately and leans over to suck your clit as Geto begins to pound your pussy, using his full weight on you. He is rough and guttural, fucking like a football player would, your legs locked around his head. "O-Oh, my God!" you scream, digging your nails into Geto's biceps as he pounds your pussy. "Fuck, ah, Sugu, fuck! Y-You're so...oh, s-so...!"
You can hardly speak, the dick inside of you and Gojo's wicked, skilled tongue making you see stars, your mind a blank canvas. You are nothing but a bouncing fuck bunny now. A toy. A free-use slut for these frat boys' amusement.
"So big?" Gojo suggests, grinning at you. "So hard? So fuckin' good fillin' that pussy up?" You deliriously nod, sobbing from the immense, intense pleasure. You feel tears burn at your eye sockets, threatening to fall. Gojo coos at your slutty expression, wiping at a tear that falls down your cheek. "Aww, baby, s'okay. You'll get more dick like this from us any day you want."
Geto nods above you, his handsome face flushed red, his hair falling into his face. He quickly whips it away, resembling something of a rockstar on stage, as he takes you to Pound Town with a personal ticket and a bumpy ride. "Yeah," he grunts. "Yeah, you're ours now, sugar. You're just too fuckin' cute."
He grabs at your titties, massaging one while Gojo massages the other, molding it roughly in his palm. The rougher Geto fucks you, the more you bounce, your moans growing louder and sluttier. You can feel another orgasm cresting, rising to the surface as fingers rub your clit in time with Geto's pounding. "You gon' cum again, cutie?" Gojo whispers. "You want my man to make you cum? Want him to blow his load for you too?"
Yes. It's all you can think. Yes, you want it all. Yes, you need to cum. "Yes!" you wail above the music and Geto's loud groans, his thighs slapping against your ass like an audience applauding. "Yes, please, please! I-I need it! I need to cum!" You squeeze your eyes shut tight, the pleasure too intense for any of your muscles to work, even in your eye sockets.
"Do it then, you sexy bitch," Gojo demands, his lush voice filling your ear. "Cum for him right now." Geto groans in agreement, rutting into you with all of the intention of cumming inside of you and making you gush for him. "C'mon, mamas, give it to me!" he roars. "Cum on that dick! Give it all to me!"
Letting out a scream so loud that it would put Mariah Carey's career in the casket, your body seizes and you cum all over Geto's cock, stroking his own orgasm out of him. "Oh, shit!" Geto groans, his voice bouncing off of the basement walls as his hips stutter before he blows a fat, creamy load into your pussy, protected by the condom. Gojo watches you, still rubbing at your clit, drawing more broken whimpers and moans out of you as your fourth orgasms of the night wipes you out.
Finally, your high fades and you crash land hard onto earth, your body going limp. "Good girl," Gojo chirps, pressing a hot kiss to your pussy before he rises from the floor, vanishing somewhere in the room. Geto grins and presses a kiss to your lips, grabbing your attention now. "Mmm," he groans like a sleepy bear. "That was real good, mama." He grins down at you, his eyes twinkling. You almost smile back.
"Did ya get all that, Satoru?" he asks, turning to face his boyfriend over his shoulder. Slowly, you raise your head from the couch and look over Geto's shoulder.
Gojo stands at the TV where he takes his phone off of the charger, turning it off with a beep. "Yep!" he chirps. "All on video. I'll send it to ya later. Thank God for that special punch I gave her." He grins at Geto, excited and giddy, while you're horrified.
That's the beep you heard earlier. The beep of a recording. They recorded this? All of it? And the punch...it was spiked, you realize.
"Oh, my God," you whisper. Suddenly, the bliss of your orgasms and the buzz from the alcohol fades, leaving you feeling cold and used.
But the frat boys are quick to comfort you. Gojo slides his shorts over his naked cock and plops down next to you while Geto easily scoops you into his lap, cradling you to him. "Relax, cutie pie," Gojo coos. Nobody's seein' that cute lil' pussy gettin' filled but us. You ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout...except about those panties."
Geto hums in agreement, playing with your hair as you lean your head against his chest, knowing that you shouldn't be here anymore. 'S'okay, mama," he whispers. "Everything is okay now. We had so much fun with you."
"No," you whisper, but it's barely audible. The high from the weed, alcohol, and sex makes your adrenaline drop and suddenly, you're exhausted. You can barely keep your eyes open, your vision blurry and your mind foggy.
"Aw, she's gonna pass out on us!" Gojo chuckles, gently stroking your thigh as Geto rocks you. "Go ahead, baby, sleep. We'll wake ya up in the morning."
The two of them press a kiss to your cheeks, making you whimper. "And then you can tell your sisters all about how you fucked the hottest frat boys on campus on New Year's Eve," Gojo whispers. "You'll be the envy of them all, gorgeous girl."
“Feels so good, doesn’t he, baby?” Suguru purrs, his lips brushing your ear. He sits beside you and Satoru on the couch where you’re straddling Satoru’s lap, your thighs burning from the stretch of your legs wrapping around his.
Suguru’s dragging Satoru’s cock up and down, up and down over your slippery slit, nudging your clit with the tip and then teasing your entrance with it. You hide your flushed face in Satoru’s neck, your soft mewls muffled by his sweat slicked skin.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” Suguru tuts, grabbing your jaw and turning your face to him to place a kiss on your lips. “You’ve both been begging me for this for a while.” He holds Satoru’s cock at your slick hole and says, “Go ahead, darling. Take what you want.”
You can’t help the moan that stutters up and out of your throat as you sink onto Satoru slowly, dragging out the delicious stretch as long as possible until you’re fully seated. You test out a gentle rock of your hips and his breath hitches, his body arching up into you sending his dick that much deeper into the wet heat of your cunt. The hypnotic roll of your hips has Satoru’s cheeks and ears burning bright red, thrusting up into you as best he can.
Any semblance of control either of you have (not that there was much there to begin with) slips right into Suguru’s hands the second he speaks again and Satoru is the first to fall.
“Wanted to fuck my girlfriend so bad, and so confident with it, too. Where’s all that confidence now, Satoru?”
Melted out of his ears along with his brain the second your lips met his, maybe? Drunk on your kiss and the sweet red wine that stained your lips and got him here in the first place.
Satoru glances at Suguru for a split second, eyes wide, jaw dropped and panting, too wrapped up in your sweet pussy to fight back. His head falls back against the couch with a thud, groaning out a soft, “Suguruuu–fuck,” the only thing he can muster.
And, yeah. So what? It’s not like he thought Suguru would ever actually let him fuck you—he figured he’d be jerking his cock to the one glimpse he caught of your tits one time, years ago, for the rest of his life. This was a dream come true for Satoru. He could kiss Suguru for letting this happen so that’s exactly what he does.
He leans to the left and captures Suguru’s lips, his hands searching for any form of contact he can get from the two of you, one squeezing your waist as you grind down onto him, the other pawing at Suguru’s dick sitting hot, heavy and throbbing in his sweats. His swollen cock bobs as he frees it, precum dribbling from the slit. A groan works its way out of his throat when Satoru’s fist wraps around him fully, smearing precum as his hips jerk forward at the sensation.
“Pussy’s good, isn’t it?” Suguru mumbles against Satoru’s lips, who can only nod weakly in response. He maneuvers a hand between your bodies, your hips jerking into it, chasing the friction momentarily provided by Suguru swiping his thumb over the sticky, creamy mess of your clit. “Have a taste.” He presses his thumb to Satoru’s tongue, dragging it over his tastebuds. He withdraws and lifts Satoru’s chin, bringing their lips together again to share the taste of your pussy on their tongues.
“And you,” Suguru says when he pulls away from Satoru, the string of saliva connecting their mouths snapping as he speaks. He lands a sharp smack! on your ass causing you to jolt on Satoru’s cock, forcing a gasp from him. “Miss ‘he’s so pretty.’” Smack! “Miss ‘just once.’” Smack! “Go on and tell him what you think now.”
“S–so pretty.”
It’s difficult to think anything else when his glazed over gaze was locked on yours, face scrunched up in the effort of not cumming, not yet, not yet, not yet. Yeah, he’s sinfully fucking beautiful, he always has been and always will be.
The desperate rolling of your hips speeds up, ramming Satoru into your sweet spot over and over every time your pelvis meets his. Tears well up in your eyes at the burning need you have for Satoru, for Suguru. You lean to the side and into him, locking your arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life.
“I need to cum,” you mumble into him, eyes pleading when they meet his. The idea that he still holds control over your orgasm while Satoru is the one balls deep in you has his cock twitching in Satoru’s hand.
“I know, baby, I know.” He kisses the top of your head and brings his thumb to your clit again, circling over the sensitive nub until a broken sob wretches out of you as you cum, slamming yourself onto Satoru as you ride out every second of your high, pussy squeezing and squelching lewdly around him.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna–,” Satoru starts, unable to finish his sentence before he’s spilling thick, hot ropes of seed deep into your cunt. The hand he has on Suguru flies to your hip, his sticky fingers gripping you tight to slow your movements before you send him into pure, agonizing overstimulation.
You sag into Satoru, sticky, sweaty skin against sticky, sweaty skin, chests heaving as you drag in lungful after lungful of air. Your bones and muscles feel like they’re made of jello, all strength in your body drained from the earth shattering orgasm that had built up after years of tension.
Suguru, ever patient as you slowly detach from each other, stands and takes each of you by the hand. “C’mon,” he says, “on your knees, sweethearts. You’re not done yet.”
a/n: i will write pt 3 eventually but for now i’ve gotta move on from this and write something else and yall are gonna have to live with the insinuated bj 😭 love yall <3
you didn’t set out to homewreck their relationship on both ends, really. if anyone were to ask you, it was a stroke of fate—you’d just happened across the both of them. suguru, who approached you at a bar and bribed you to the back with a drink. who brought you to the perfect line between drunk and tipsy, giggling endlessly and listing into his side, unable to hold yourself up fully. who took off his wedding ring and placed it on the nightstand before taking you to bed. who took you apart with the skill of a man with years of experience.
years he had; after all, you woke up the next morning to his phone buzzing, a call from ‘love’ blaring at you from the screen.
he winks at you as he leaves, securing a teasing promise that you won’t tell anyone. you don’t. instead, you smear a kiss at his collar. you ask to see him again, and when you do, you make a game out of trying to leave evidence behind—when suguru pulls you back by the hair, making filthy promises to fuck you in his husband’s bed, you moan and scratch your way down his back. when he ties you up, calling you his pretty little dove, you pull the skin of his neck into your mouth and suck until it bruises. when he gags you, telling you to be good, you whine and cry and hook your ankles around his hips, hoping this time it takes.
and when he finally, finally takes you home, fucking you on his bed like he promised, you just so happen to accidentally leave your g-string behind.
a week later, you see satoru while scrolling on hinge. older, beautiful, and clearly suguru’s husband. you’d seen him enough, stared down his picture while his husband fucked you in his bedroom. you’d imagined his face. daydreamed about the possibility of him walking in, of him watching you take his husband down your throat as he moaned your name.
this, you think, is better.
you match. of course you do. you start talking, you play it sweet, you act completely clueless. you have phone sex with him before suguru picks you up for another date. suguru takes you to bed, and you comfort him when he texts you about how his ‘roommate’ is taking a while to get home. when you finally meet, he doesn’t even bother to hide his wedding ring. suguru never does, either.
satoru fucks you angry. he keeps your hands clasped in one palm as he takes you from behind, panting heavily in your ear. when you turn your head to moan, he growls low in his throat and shoves your face into the pillow, smothering your whines. he makes you cry. fucks you until he’s done, uncaring of the way you writhe against him as it borders too much.
and when it’s done, he sits there, not even looking at you. he stares down at his hands, palms up, wedding ring still on. you run a hand down his thigh, lean into his side, and ask what’s wrong.
“i think my husband is cheating on me,” he tells you hoarsely.
you coo, bringing his head into the crook of your bruised neck. you run a hand down his spine, stroking your thumb back and forth. you press a kiss into his white hair. “it’s okay,” you murmur. “it’s okay. he’s not—he couldn’t be. who’d be willing to give you up?”
he texts you again a week later. you visit suguru at work, suck him off under his desk, then wipe your mouth and meet up with satoru for lunch.
satosugu are cheating on each other with you, part two.
part one here!
you knew your nebulous position as the other woman was never going to last. when you’re the affair partner of both people in the same relationship, it’s inevitable that the truth will eventually come out. you just decide to have it happen on your own terms.
you escalate your own behaviour; with suguru, who you mostly have sex with and share the occasional drink, you up your antics. you leave behind lip gloss, you kiss bruises in places he won’t immediately notice, keep your nails sharper to scrape lines down his skin. you moan in his ear as he fucks you and ask, “what would your husband think, if he walked in here right now? watching me take you like i’m the one you’re married to?” just to relish in the way his voice strangles on a heavy groan as he comes.
with satoru, who’s far more interested in the emotional side of things, you devote yourself fully to the role of secret girlfriend. with suguru, you might be a nice, illicit fuck for when his husband’s busy. with satoru? you’re the partner he wishes his husband was. he takes you on elaborate dates, he buys you flowers, he flourishes with every sweet kiss and whispered affirmation. when he calls you late at night, paralysed with fear because he just knows his husband is cheating, you leave suguru in bed to console him from the safety of your bathroom. he can barely look at you when he fucks you, refuses to turn the lights on, then shudders in your arms as you nurture him in the aftermath.
it’s manipulative. you’re halfway in love with them from the thrill alone. you let it build and build, watch as their marriage slowly falls apart from their own actions, and, when it’s all coming to a climax, you arrange a threesome.
in the end, it’s easy. you invite them. suguru tells you happily that his husband’s out of the prefecture that weekend, and he misses you so much, sweetheart. can’t stop thinking about you. satoru tells you his husband is definitely with that homewrecker, so why can’t he spend a weekend with you? they don’t even care about the third, so long as you make sure they’re hot.
then they both show up, and it’s glorious.
after all, aren’t you blameless? it’s suguru that told you he wants something casual, satoru who said he doesn’t mind if you see someone else at the same time, since he’s doing the same. it’s not your fault they’re cheating. it’s not your fault they’ve accidentally fallen for the same woman outside of their marriage. it’s definitely not your fault that you accidentally arranged a threesome with both of them. how could you know? it’s not like suguru’s ever seen you snooping through his apartment. it’s not as if satoru has given you any details about his wayward husband, either.
there’s a moment of silence. of shock. they stare at each other in obvious disbelief while you smile cluelessly. you tell them you “just know they’re going to get along!” and they “have so much in common.” they don’t correct you. no, suguru does something better:
“it’s nice to meet you,” he says, perfectly neutral. “i’m geto suguru. i’ve heard a lot about you.”
satoru looks heartbroken. he looks angry. “gojo satoru,” he replies. “can’t say i’ve heard much about you.”
“looking forward to learning more, i hope.”
“something like that.”
you’re giddy with excitement. how couldn’t you be? they don’t even know. they’re playing some secret, private game between just the two of them, unaware that you know. that you’re a witness to it—better yet, that you’re an orchestrator.
they fight over who kisses you first, and when you goad them into kissing each other, satoru bites suguru so hard his lip splits. suguru growls, pulls him by the hair, and tells him that if he can’t mind his teeth like a good boy, suguru will tie him up so he won’t be able to use his hands, either.
somehow, that’s exactly what happens.
satoru bites and scratches as you all undress, a ball of tightly wound feeling he can’t quite get ahold of. when suguru kisses your neck, satoru tugs at his long hair so hard his neck cracks. after that, well, suguru doesn’t let it slide. he sits you in satoru’s lap and watches satoru bite his way across your tits before pulling his arms behind his back and tying him to the headboard. satoru’s legs follow, winding his calves to his thighs. it says something that satoru doesn’t argue.
“you act like you two know each other,” you say breathily, chest sore from where satoru bit your breasts on the wrong side of too hard, skin pinkening and indented with the shallow divots of his teeth.
satoru groans, watching as suguru pulls you away, situating you in his lap with your back to his chest and your legs spread over his thighs, presented to his husband. “never met the guy,” he says lowly, “and if i have, i don’t recognise him.”
“don’t worry,” suguru croons. “we are going to get very familiar.” his hand caresses down your side as he says it, thumbs rubbing strong circles into your skin.
satoru’s eyes stay fixed on your face.
suguru takes you apart with careful efficiency, teasing you until your pussy flutters with each brush of his fingers against your thighs, your navel, just short of the apex of your thighs. when he finally touches you where you want him, his fingers are long and slow and languid as he spreads you open, fingering you with lazy contentment as he sucks wet kisses down your neck and back. he leaves you straining and whining, makes satoru watch until he’s groaning as if he can feel the phantom touch of suguru’s every caress.
suguru bends you forward until you’re on your hands and knees, head just barely brushing against satoru’s knees. satoru parts his legs further, staring down at you with something close to awe. a little scared, a little sad, and very aroused. suguru crowds your back, bending over your figure and biting the shell of your ear as he slowly, slowly sinks into you.
“my good little wife,” suguru says, loud enough for satoru to hear. satoru chokes on his next breath, bordering on a sob. “should’ve married you, sweetheart. i could keep you like this forever.”
“suguru—“ satoru pants.
his skin is red and raw from his shuffling, his dick rock hard and straining against his black boxers. from the way his chest heaves, his eyes burn red-rimmed with tears, you’d think he’s the one being fucked. when he catches you looking, he lurches forward with a low groan, cut off as the rope tightens around his muscular thighs. he murmurs your name on a strangled groan.
a hand moves, grabbing you by the cheeks and pulling you to look over your shoulder, neck craning at an awkward angle. “ignore him, sweetheart.” suguru whispers in your ear. “eyes on me. he’s not the one fucking you so good, is he?”
“i could be,” satoru growls. “i have. fucked her hard and fast, like a whore. she must be, if she’s willing to fuck you.”
it’s mean, unnecessarily targeted at you when the ire is really directed at his husband. suguru’s eyes crinkle on a smile.
“that’s not a very nice thing to say, is it? she’s always so sweet, so good. maybe you just don’t fuck her right.”
“i’ll show you—“
you stop listening. suguru thrusts so hard and sure, just slow enough to have you craving more, just fast enough to satisfy you. stamina has always been his strong suit, and he fucks you into over sensitivity. his thumb moves, sitting heavy and mean over your clit, rubbing firmly against you with every thrust forward. you fall apart warbling his name, hands reaching backwards to scratch at his thighs. then he fucks you to tears, keeping eye contact with satoru, muttering filth in your ear all the while.
“should knock you up, so you have no choice but to marry me.” he says, watching as satoru’s mouth drops on a whine. “keep you happy and full in my bed, so you never have to leave. you’d be the perfect wife, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”
satoru comes untouched with a breathy whine of your name. your name, as if his husband isn’t right there. as if he hadn’t just watched his husband fuck the girl he’d been playing around with. suguru follows soon after, spilling into you unprotected.
they both stay the night. you share a quiet, almost awkward breakfast, where you play the fool and chatter with your usual enthusiasm. when they leave, it’s at the same time.
you don’t know what happens when they get home. what you do know is that suguru texts you a few days later to come over. satoru asks you out on another date. and, a few weeks later, you fall back into bed with the both of them.
i found something on twt. a chinese player shared it. either way, take it with a grain of salt !!
"im a low-level artist on the project team. the entire character design and pv (promotional video) for the new male lead were completed six months ago. we held meetings three times to warn upper management that dropping a character out of nowhere with zero pre-hype would definitely infuriate veteran players. we suggested extending the promotion period and balancing the content production for the old characters, but everything was rejected by management. the higher-ups only care about traffic and financing. they can't wait for players to argue their way onto the trending searches to boost popularity.
they deliberately suppressed the storyline resources of the five original male leads to pile everything onto the new character, completely disregarding the feelings of long-time paying players. everyone at the grassroots level clearly knew that this plan would ruin the game's reputation, but nobody listened to front-line opinions. the current mess of net-wide boycotts is entirely a self-inflicted result of management's shortsightedness and greed."
have we considered you grabbing the headboard while riding it? his hands gripping your waist and you gripping the headboard for leverage going from slow experimental strokes of your hips, to slamming your pussy down around his cock over and over, while he curses and moans loudly and your tits bounce in his face ??
You had just entered Valko’s research lab, hoping to possibly catch him for a little lunch break together.
As the door slid shut behind you, you paused to look around. Your eyes were pulled by the various beeping and blinking of the advanced tech surrounding you, but there was no sign of the redhead anywhere.
“Valko?!” You called out, to no response. Stepping deeper into the facility, you reminded yourself that he had granted you unrestricted access to his equipment, space, and personnel; You figured he certainly wouldn't mind you making yourself at home while you waited.
Then, a gleam in the corner of your eye drew your attention. You turned to look at it, only to find Valko’s nightprowl suit, all pristine and shiny, displayed in a sleek glass case. A devious idea popped into your head. I meannn, he did say you could use anything you wanted.
So there you were, drowning in the enormous jacket. You had initially intended to try on the whole suit, but the boots alone proved to be absurdly heavy, tiring your feet after just a few steps. Realizing the rest of the gear would be just as exhausting, you settled for just the overcoat, the one that spanned Valko's entire length, complete with the hood and ear slots.
You had to admit, though, that it was insanely comfy. The hem of it, which almost hit Valko's feet when he wore it, was now pooling at the floor, acting as a makeshift mop as you walked around the lab. The hood, meanwhile, completely covered your head, and in fact half your face too, the ear pockets flopping around without the usual support Valko’s ears provided.
You told yourself you'd put it back before he came, but the plush warmth draping over your shoulders made it too easy to delay, until the man himself finally came back into his office.
Uh oh. You sheepishly turned around to the sound of a door clicking shut, finding Valko standing there with his head tilted and a brow cocked, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. Yet, when he caught the full view of you when you turned around, his breath hitched and his eyes darkened imperceptibly. He noticed how small and vulnerable you looked enveloped in his gear, your face caught in a guilty expression with those droopy, puppy-like ears adorning your head.
Obviously, Valko was a werewolf. And he was well aware that this came with certain... wolfish instincts. Yet right now, how intensely territorial he felt towards you surprised even himself, and it took him all his will to not immediately pin your small body up against a wall and shove his dick in you all the way till you were filled with him.
“Valko– I need a break- hic,” you whimpered breathily, your voice utterly tired from the hours he’d spent dutifully worshipping you and your practically abused hole.
“I know love, just a little bit longer. You’ll hold out for me, won't you?” he cooed. But contrasting with his gentle voice, his pace didn't seem to falter in the slightest. His pupils were blown out to the point where no iris was shown, looking at you draped over one of his desks, entirely naked, the heavy jacket long since discarded on the floor.
You twitched under his tight grip, stupidly big hands enough to wrap around your waist entirely. You initially already had a hard time adjusting to his cock, taking a long time of him just eating you out before you could even begin to handle it. But what made it worse later on was his goddamn knot.
Every ounce of restraint vanished from him, making you endure round after round of him filling you with his seed, his knot keeping everything inside you. Yet, after a point, even that didn't stop his cum from leaking out. The deranged man almost lost his mind when he saw that, shoving everything back with his dick and fingers, hellbent on breeding you till your womb practically inflated from all that was pumped into you.
And oh did he love to see it, “ngh- Just so adorable for me aren't you pup,” he said, more to himself than you, shoving his thumb in your mouth, moaning as you immediately sucked on it. “Such a good girl. You’ll let me cum in you again yeah?”
“W-wait, no more,” you barely managed out. All the pressure inside your cunt was making you dizzy, and you would be kidding yourself if you said you could take any more, but Valko obviously had other plans.
He moved his hands to let one rub on your clit, while the other, cruelly nonetheless, pushed onto where your belly bulged out. The pressure of it all made you explode yet again, an orgasm crashing through you intensely, your mind blanking out till all you could think of was him and his massive fucking cock.
Valko smirked, his canines showing through as he took a little advantage of your clouded state. “Please? You want my babies dont you, want me to breed you full till we have a damn litter.”
He leaned forward to kiss your fucked-out self, the two of you moaning into each other's mouths as you completely lost yourself to the pleasure.
♡ Bunny's Note: Sorry gng, not even Bunny is immune to writing the wolf with a breeding kink. I know it’s cliché but I couldn't help it, the idea sounded way too hot in my head😣 ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
It was a particularly cold day in the N109 zone. The base’s heating systems seemed to be working overtime, yet they failed to provide the warmth only your walking space heater could, Sylus. But he was away on business, so for now, you resorted to wrapping yourself in as many blankets as possible.
Scrolling through videos under the huge pile of bedding, you buried your face beneath the thick quilts, choosing potential suffocation over the biting chill of the room. Eventually, even you grew bored of staying in one place for half the day.
Dramatically pushing the layers off your body, you were hit with a sudden draft that raised goosebumps all over your skin. The fact that you were only wearing shorts wasn't helping, but the rest of your clothes had ended up in the laundry.
Right as you were about to give up and huddle back into your haven, you spotted something resting on Sylus’s desk chair. Squinting to get a better look, you realized it was his motorcycle jacket.
Mmm, he wouldn’t mind, would he? You thought as you walked over to the desk, wondering if it would even be able to keep you warm enough. You had never borrowed his clothes before, never needing to since you had your own closet prepped here in his base. But today was a special case. As your thumb ran over the heavy fleece lining inside the jacket, you knew you definitely needed it. Plus, knowing him, Sylus would let you take his soul if you wanted to; What was a jacket?
So you went on your merry way, spending the day wrapped in his scent, exploring the new corners of the base you somehow still managed to find after all this time.
By the time Sylus finished his affairs and returned home, you were left bored and twiddling your thumbs on the couch, sprawling across it while playing a video game on your phone. It was evening and the house had settled into a comfortable temperature, but you still couldn't bring yourself to part with the cloud like material of his jacket.
Sylus, looking weary as ever, stepped through the main door, slipping off his shoes and coat. Hearing his entrance, your body jolted up and you rushed over to where he stood. “Sylus! You’re back!”
Glancing up at you, he let his shoulders relax just a little as he took in your entire figure. Realizing what you were wearing, his eyebrow cocked up, his face shifting into immediate amusement. Reaching him, you leaned up and hugged his neck, letting his strong cologne and physical warmth replace the flimsy reassurance the jacket had given you all these hours.
Looking down at you, Sylus seemed to realize a few things. Of course, it had always been obvious that you were much shorter and smaller than him. But seeing his jacket, tailored to him perfectly, now resting on you almost like an oversized cloak... The sleeves easily reached past your hands, leaving your fingertips completely out of sight. The broad shoulder pads drooped almost halfway down your arms, and the hem spanned all the way to your mid-thigh. Yeah, you were engulfed.
A part of him felt strangely territorial at the sight. His lover, in his clothing, showing him exactly how small and fragile you were compared to him.
Noticing he was still staring, you looked down at yourself, remembering your little thievery earlier. “Oh yeah, sorry. It was so cold in here, I hope you don't mind that I borrowed it.”
“Quite the contrary, sweety.”
You were splayed on his bed, entirely naked except for the jacket still draped over your trembling body after Sylus insisted you keep it on. He was a man who usually let you take the lead, letting you use him however you pleased. But today, his restraint seemed to be teetering on snapping entirely.
Two of his fingers were curled up deep in your cunt, more than enough to stuff you fully.
“Just so pliant for me, aren't you, kitten? My fingers are all you can take,” he huffed mockingly, looking at you pathetically squirming and struggling over practically nothing compared to what he could really be giving you.
He worked rhythmically, letting his digits plunge in and out of you with obscene squelches. “I wonder if I'll even fit.” Sylus could basically be talking to himself; you were too far gone with the way he kept prodding and bullying against that one spot, making your eyes roll back into your skull.
“We should check, no?” At your lack of response, Sylus retracted his fingers suddenly, the glisten of your juices dripping down his knuckles as he lapped it all up devotedly.
“Sylus- wha–,” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a hard rub to your clit, effectively silencing you. You let out a desperate whimper, arching off the bed as he delivered the final push into your unraveling.
Too distracted by your orgasm, you didn't notice that Sylus had already pushed off his pants and underwear. You looked up to see his dick spring up against his abdomen, an angry red that looked almost painful. Reaching back to hover over you, he lined himself on top of your stomach– heavy and warm, the tip reaching all the way to your belly button. If it wasn't for the rolling afterwaves of your high, you would've tried to claw away from him at the sight.
Sylus looked down at you, slotted perfectly beneath him, the jacket falling open further with the rise and fall of your chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as you tried to anchor yourself while his thick cock kept shoving inside you, inch by inch.
You just felt so goddamn full.
Gazing past your chest, you saw he wasn't even halfway done feeding you his length, yet you could already see the faint outline of where his cock rested, peeking through your belly.
“You can do better, sweety. Be good and take everything for me, hm?” He still had that insufferable smirk on his face, thoroughly amused by your plight. This prick. To take your own little revenge, you dug your nails into him deeper and clenched his cock with everything your poor pussy could offer, which earned a sharp hiss from him.
“Stop! No– no more, Sylus- AHH-!” Your breathless words were cut off entirely as he leaned over, placed a palm flat against the growing bulge in your lower tummy, and pressed.
You swore you could see nothing but white. You practically drenched him with how much your cunt squirted. Sylus chuckled darkly, looking down at you like his new little plaything.
“You can give me more of that now, can't you?”
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♡ Bunny's Note: Let me know if you want the rest of the LIs for this trope! Whose hoodie or shirt shall we steal next? ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
edit: I resposted this to see if it'll show up on search and tags again, cause i think tumblr was spam filtering me.
They deleted all of Valko's promotional videos, posts, reels and shorts, including the Home 2.0 thingy.
Good news.
HA HAA I've downloaded, screen-recorded them all last night because i know you madafakkaaa i know your whiney wittle whale pwincesses were having a super hard time sleeping last night, knowing that Valko is still alive and existing online is giving them nightmares and you're gonna do whatever you can so your wittle whale pwincesses can be the happiest whales in ocean so you burn them all, you burn all of the devs, the VAs hardworks. Anything for the whales.
summary: in which the lads boys are a little bit, kinda sorta, slightly jealous.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb (and a special guest!)
notes: basically just fluff, minor allusions to drinking/partying but not explicitly mentioned so it’s up to your interpretation! they’re all a little sinister + evil + concerned…what can i say. that’s it (i think).
p.s. GUESS WHOOOOOOOOOO
a/n: valko i plan to Eat you soon…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
