Double Trouble
SuguSato x f!reader
Summary- you get drunk and bsf!gojo walks in on you and bf!Geto getting freaky!
Warnings- smut, mm smut, kind of a threesome there is no sex, illusions to sex at the end, handjob (Gojo receiving), thigh humping (f!r) dom!sugu, sub!gojo/reader, drunk gojo/reader so maybe non-con but they are both awake and consent but their mind is impaired so just a precaution dub-con too, cumming in pants no action (Geto), the tiniest bit of degrading, cock squeezing as punishment (Gojo), brat!gojo, brat!tamer Sugu, a smudge of internalized homophobia on sugu’s part
Enjoy xx
all I’m imagining rn is getting sooooooo drunk and bf!Suguru is trying to put you to bed but all your doing is pawing at his clothes, warm face nuzzling into his neck licking that little sweet spot, grubby little hands groping his dick.
All while breathlessly whispering into his neck; “c’moon sugu just– give it t’me.” He just playfully sneers, thankful he didn’t drink earlier as he pushes you fumbling drunk hands away from the strings of his black sweatpants, you had already shimmied your pants off when he wasn’t looking. “Tch, stop you little– fuck.” He groans of when your thumb brushes against his covered tip, looking down at you with those eyes that tell you if you keep going, see where you’ll end up.
When all of a sudden bsf!Gojo opens the door, you had forgotten he was over to drink too. He was just as drunk as you talking about food when he stops right in his tracks seeing the position he walked in to find his best friends.
You peer from Geto’s neck stupid, drunk grin on your face as you hiccup followed by a giggle, “Hey, Gojo.” You purr subconsciously grinding down on your boyfriend’s thigh that you unknowingly straddled.
Something broke in Geto, it’s true he knew you found his best friend attractive; that he is even Geto had to admit that he had deep yearning in his chest for the other man but the deep hatred he had for that part of him he closed it off,
but like I said.
Something broke in Geto, he knew you found his best friend attractive.
But he never expected you to be such a:
“Fucking dirty girl.” Geto’s hand came down like thunder on your ass, gripping your tight and rough holding you down on his leg. He palmed the fat of your ass as he guided your hips how he liked.
In your drunken stature you had absolutely no embarrassment letting your cries of pleasure and anguish run rampant as you try to hump him faster, but he wouldn’t let you. “Please, G-Geto faster.” You begged, eyes full of tears looking at him, pleading with him.
But he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at Gojo’s whose skin had turned red so quickly, cute.
His eyes trailed the other man, black clothes hanging off of his body; at any other time he would have looked so nonchalantly.
But not this time.
This time Geto had the upper hand; seeing has Gojo had a major hard on right now. “Gojo~.” His name came out long, sweet like saccharine; almost like a song.
A game.
Gojo looks up from your withering body to meet the dark-haired man, he never felt so small. Geto didn’t even have to say anything as his eyes flick to the small part of the bed beside the both of you, telling him to get over here. And of course he obliged almost falling over his drunken feet as he stumbled his way over flopping down in the bed.
Geto lets go of your hips letting you go rampant, too fast and too hard for your own good but Geto had to do this. His purple orbs drilled holes into gojos widened, sapphire ones.
“Pants.”
Was all he said and Gojo, poor stupid, drunk Gojo looked at your bucking body already palming at Geto’s hardened length. He just had to say; “Think you can take both of us, babyieeee— oh fuck.” Cut off by his own sick and twisted pleasure once Geto’s rough, mean hands squeeze him through his jeans all of his blood rushing towards his cock. Geto couldn’t keep the snicker at bay,
“Yeah I’m sure.”
Gojo tried so hard to hide the embarrassment a bratty ‘hmmph’ as he also tried to fight the pleasure as Geto moved his hand over his clothed private. “Y-yeah right.” Gojo stuttered wiping his wet lips and that just did something to Geto.
He loves when you’re a brat and now he has two. He’s quick to slip Gojo’s cock out, heavy in his hand with a tussle of white hair neatly trailing down. Geto has never held a cock that wasn’t his and by god did it feel good. He looks back at you hooded eyes with lust as he starts to jack the other male off all while you try desperately to bring yourself to the brink and failing miserably.
“Oh god.” You cry watching the erotic scene in front of you. Your pussy glides across the fabric of Geto’s pants, clit catching the cotton material every so often; wetness coating the pants leg with slick, creating a wet patch.
Gojo couldn’t keep the tears at bay watching you and Geto who hands were so rough and mean squeezing him so rudely just to wipe his tip and smear the embarrassingly amount of pre-cum that just wouldn’t stop leaking.
“You nasty little fucks like watching me help you both get off.”
Simultaneously, you and Gojo whine in embarrassment. You match the pace Geto’s hand fucked Gojo; whose cock was now an angry shade of blush needing to feel the glorious relief of an orgasm.
“Please- fuck Geto go faster.” Gojo demanded his hips bucking just as wild as yours. The tone of voice which he used ticked Geto off as he grabbed ahold of your hips making your hips shudder then stop. your face already soaked with tears scrunches up in confusion, like a puppy that’d just been kicked.
His strokes become tantalizingly slow, feeling how Gojo twitches in his hand, every vein that stretched and pulsed with great need and when he finally got to his the base of Gojo’s big dick he squeezed, squeezed hard.
So hard Gojo cried.
“Who said either of you were in charge?” He asked, you were to caught up in your own pleasure to even reply, that was okay he would deal with you later.
Right now his focus was on Gojo, the real one challenging his dominance. If both of you were sober he’d be having a ball, but he’s just as glad seeing you use him to get off. Still, you need to realize who you belong to.
“Huh? Who said?” You look at Gojo, begging him to say something, anything so Geto could give you both the euphoria you crave.
Gojo looks just as pathetic as you, begging you to say something; Geto sees this. He squeezed even harder Gojo tried to push his hips away but the pain twisted into some sick form of pleasure that he began to crave, just like Geto knew he would.
Gojo wiped his leaking nose, snot mixed with tears swiped across his face as he shakes his head,
“No-no one” Gojo sobbed trying to stop to save the last of his dignity but he believed he gave it away as soon as he sat on the mattress so he felt no shame when he spoke again: “You’re the boss.” Gojo cried trying so hard to get out of the ruthless grip of his former but found himself pushing up into the grasp just needing a little bit more and then he would be there, the peak of existence. Geto smirked smugly seeing how dumbed out he’s gotten his best friend.
Meanwhile, all of your need tied into a painful knot in your tummy needing to be released so you began to do what you do best; beg.
You place your hands on his chest lifting your hips as much as he would let you, Suguru’s lane of vision leaves Gojo and trains onto you, sadisim locking in on you.
You bury your face into his neck, licking a stripe down the back of his ear sucking on his sweet spot just below the lobe. He keeps his composure but Gojo doesn’t miss the way his top lips twitches. You let go of his skin with a wet ‘pop’, breathless sigh ghosting the tip of his ear.
“C’mon Sugu, give it to us. Please. Make me feel good.” Geto had enough in him to let out a little chuckle at your last remark; as selfish as always.
But Your voice breaks at the end, the painful feeling of want flexing your pussy. Gojo is watching, ever so slightly catching onto your plan as his slender hand slides its way between the two of you grabbing Geto’s cock through his sweats; already hard.
Geto is caught off guard by that, surprise takes him and confusion as if he’s not the one who started all of this.
As if it was wrong,
it’s not.
But he lets it get to him, the toxic relationship with his own masculinity fighting with his true desires. That he wants both of you, that it’s okay to want both of you. That it’s not wrong. Not wrong to love the both of you, not wrong to love him. Not wrong.
You both see the panic in his eyes, Gojo’s hands were soft and gentle maybe even loving; caressing him through his pants, pre already making a damp spot through the fabric.
You hold his face making him look at you,
“It’s okay, you’re okay. This is okay. Okay?”
You reassure him.
And for the first time Geto finally acknowledges he’s in love with both of you, his best friend and his girlfriend. And both of you were okay with it. What a world.
Gojo starts to kiss his neck, when you let go off Geto’s head he faces Gojo and before the opaque haired man can say anything Geto captures his lips. Kissing his ravenously, messy, maybe even a little dirty. His grip on your hip remains as he moves you against his leg.
Dragging your pussy against the cold, damp cotton of his pants sending shivers down your spine. Your back arches, cunt dripping with new arousal at the sight of the two friends making out, a hand finds it’s way to Gojo’s messy hair pulling his deeper into the kiss watching how they are running out of breath but neither wants to pull away.
Geto jerked Gojo off at an inhumane speed, it was just too good Gojo couldn’t even focus on the kiss anymore, pulling away unconsciously; mouth wide, those beautiful eyes usually so full of cocky confidence crossing with undeniable satisfaction.
Geto could feel his cock pulsating in Gojo’s unmoving hand, he knew he was going to cum just from seeing you two come undone just from him and he just couldn’t find a fuck to give. “F-fuck come for your Geto, c’mon y’all wanted it so badly.” He grunts against his teeth pushing you harder against his leg and jerking Gojo off at a maddening rate. You nod your head vigorously finding Gojo’s hand; his head was thrown back trying to center himself but always getting lost in the friction of Geto’s calloused palm.
But when you grab his hand he clamps his fingers around yours,
like you were his last connection to sanity.
Then it hit you, you were gushing before you knew it. Soaking his pants all the way till he could feel your cum on his bare thigh. Your body shook with rapture chanting his name out like a god, your god.
Gojo, Gojo was panting like a bitch in heat. Eyes wide with a crazed look, tongue lolled to the side of his mouth hanging over his lip as he chases his high to the brink of insanity his hot, red cock begging for mercy as Geto milks every bit of milky, white cum Gojo’s body would let him.
And speaking of Geto.
Geto felt like he was on a whole nother planet. You looked down between the two of you his own sticky, sweet syrup staining his sweats ruining them from ever wearing them again. And he couldn’t get enough of it. And he was the first to break the silence.
“So……..another round?”
When he opens his closed eyes it was like he was a piece of meat and the two of you predators. You slide down his legs hands staying on his thighs as you arch your back looking at him with those eyes. Gojo licked his lips getting behind your arched figure. Gojo runs his hand down your back then back up feeling the globes of your panty clad ass.
“Hell yeah, but I call dibs you get her all the time.”
Yeah it was one hell of a night, and future nights.