part 2 of suguru and satoru accidentally finding your sex tapes ˖᯽ ݁˖ part 1 here
a/n: yeah this is just smut lol. enjoy!
You should’ve known that when Suguru and Satoru didn’t bring up the tapes again, it was because they were plotting something.
You just didn’t think that something would be getting spitroasted by both of them on camera.
In hindsight, it really should have been more obvious to you.
When you had gone back to the garage after dinner that evening a few nights ago, you had only found two tapes, and you remembered Suguru telling you there were quite a few. You realize now that Satoru probably stole a couple. You’d have to get those back.
And then there was last night, after Suguru had fucked you into the mattress, when he’d murmured something along the lines of “wish I could see this every night.”
Even when Satoru initially posed the idea the first time at dinner, Suguru didn’t explicitly turn the idea down.
No, and thinking back on it, you didn’t catch the look they shared the first time. It was hard to forget now that you were seeing it in real time.
“This ‘s so much better than the tapes,” Satoru said between pants, drilling into you from behind. “Can’t believe you kept this to yourself.”
Suguru, who was fucking the back of your throat, scoffed at him. “She’s my fiancee.”
God, even when they were both balls deep inside you, they just had to start bickering.
“Sharing is caring,” replied Satoru, who was going to leave bruises with how hard he was gripping onto your hips. And thank goodness for that, because your legs were so shaky at this point that you fully believed they were going to give out at any second.
“Mmph,” you whined around Suguru’s cock, your way of telling them to shut the fuck up.
“Fuck,” Suguru hissed, fingers digging in your hair as he took in the feeling of the vibrations from your voice.
You had one hand fisting in the sheets of the bed and another gripping on to Suguru’s thigh for balance. With how hard they were both fucking you, you definitely needed it.
Kind of clumsily, one of Satoru’s strong hands left your hip in favor of sliding down to your stomach, pressing against where he felt his bulge inside you.
“Fuck, I’m so deep,” he groaned. “Can you see that?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out who he was asking, and then you realized he was talking to the camera. Fuck, you forgot about it.
Your eyes drifted over to where it was set up on the dresser, but you must have accidentally turned part of your head as well, because you felt Suguru’s hand grab your jaw and move you back where he wanted.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he said, his voice lower than usual as you forced your eyes back up on him.
You matched his thrusts with bobs of your head, drool pooling down your chin.
You started to feel yourself reaching your…third? Fourth orgasm, and you realize you weren’t the only one as Satoru’s thrusts start getting sloppy.
Your legs quivered with every thrust, eyes shutting despite Suguru's quiet protest as you felt tears beginning to pool. All three of you were moaning and grunting now, just loud enough to get picked up by the camera, but not loud enough to cover up the obscene noises of their cocks thrusting into you.
“Fuck, she’s..” Satoru whined, cutting himself off with a moan when he felt you clenching around him. He brought the hand on your stomach down to your clit, pressing and rubbing the sensitive bud to help you get there.
“Come for us, baby,” Suguru told you, his thrusts getting just as sloppy and fast as Satoru’s.
With the overwhelming feeling of getting fucked from both ends, plus the added pressure on your clit, you don’t think you could have held out any longer if you wanted to.
You moaned around Suguru once again, this time much louder as you felt your orgasm rack through you in waves, white hot and burning. You felt like you were exploding, nerves on fire as both men kept fucking you through it.
They didn’t stop, not until you felt them both stutter and fill you up with their release. You felt it impossibly deep in your pussy, looking up at Suguru as you swallowed easily, your throat bobbing with the motion.
You hear your name hissed out from behind you, not breaking eye contact with Suguru as they both emptied themselves completely with a few last thrusts. Suguru finally pulled out, chest heaving as he let you catch your breath.
“You did so good, sweetheart,” he praised, and Satoru soon pulled out, too.
Suguru wiped your chin with the back of his hand. Satoru finally let go of you, and you almost collapsed without the hands holding your hips up.
“Shit, sorry,” he apologized breathlessly and watched Suguru lift you under your arms to prop you against the pillows facing the camera.
“‘S okay,” you responded, your voice scratchy.
Your fiance spread your legs so the camera could pick up just how much cum was dripping out of your hole and onto the sheets beneath you.
“You’re making a mess,” he scolded quietly with a small smile, and you were too tired to do anything but look up at him. “But that’s not really your fault, is it?”
Your gaze drifted over to Satoru who had collapsed on his back, still trying to catch his breath.
“Satoru,” Suguru calls, maneuvering behind you, having you sit between his legs as his arms held you against his chest by wrapping around your upper torso. Satoru tiredly lifted his head up. “Yeah?”
Suguru nodded towards the mess in between your legs. “Clean up your mess.”
Not needing to be told twice, Satoru pushed himself up and crawled over to kneel in between your legs. He lifted your thighs up over his shoulders and leaned down.
Suguru pressed a kiss to your jaw and leaned down to murmur,
“Smile for the camera, baby.”