Gojo rolled his eyes despite them being concealed behind his signature jet-black frames. The last thing he wanted to do during summer break was to be dragged into some god forsaken library, the contrast of the cheerful bustling streets outside suddenly shifting into an almost eerie quietude made his skin crawl. He hated how melancholy and deserted the place looked, yet here he was, tapping his foot against the hardwood floor, impatient yet still managing to wait for his best friend to respond.
Suguru just smiled, paying the man no mind as he made his way over to the philosophical department. And Satoru, in defiance of his rapidly growing exasperation, followed behind like second nature.
"Pleeeeaassee Suguru I don't wanna spend all my youth in a dingy place like this" Gojo whined, slinging his arms over Suguru's broad shoulders, all 6ft3 of him dangling there like a toddler. "I'm too pretty to be going through this.
Geto glanced at is watch, unphased. "Twelve minutes in a library won't kill you."
"you don't know that! this place smells like death."
"Satoru"
"old people too, oddly."
"Satoru" Geto repeated, this time tapping him on the hand to grab his attention.
"shut up I'm not letting you go until you-"
"Look."
He groaned as if in actual pain. Shifting his attention farther into the distance.
"Is that-“
"It is.”
“...and you’d think after last time she’d steer clear of libraries”, Gojo muttered under his breath “fuck look at that tiny dress on her”
“still wanna leave?" Geto deried, cracking a grin.
You had your back turned to them, peacefully surveying one of the nearby bookshelves. You looked so adorable prancing around in your awfully short sundress, so blissfully unaware and yet begging to be attended to.
You smiled to yourself once you finally spotted your volume of interest, streching up to your tip toes in an attempt to try and grab it off the tall shelf. But your joy was short lived. The giddy feeling being abruptly ripped from you and replaced by dread, settling into the pit of your stomach when you felt someone grope you from under your dress.
Another shadow towered over you, his hand easily extending and taking the book you'd been trying to reach for. The men were so big they made the bookshelf look small in comparison.
A yelp escaped you when the unknown man fondling you pushed further into you, pinning your front to the bookshelf.
"Hi there, slut." Gojo murmured in your ear, the hair on your nape standing straight in response. It took you a moment but once you looked past the thick veil of your anxiousness and recognized who it was, you visibly relaxed.
"You just crumpled againt the bookshelf sweetheart," he teased, reaching forward to cup your face with one large hand, squishing the fat of ur soft cheeks between his fingers and making you look back at him. Simultainously, the hand that had been slipped under your dress, hooked into the waist band of your panties with devilish intent. "missed me that much huh?"
God were you wrong to be relieved. Gojo and Geto were far worse than just some creepy stranger. It’s not like you’d ever be able to escape the hold they had on you. Just hearing their voice made you weak in the knees for reasons beyond your understanding.
“Love these pretty thighs.” Gojo mumbled into your neck, “so fucking soft.”
He had you placed in his lap, you felt a hot blush creep up to your face everytime someone walked past and inevitably looked your way. Perhaps it was because you were in the company of the two most handsome men they’d ever seen or maybe, just maybe everyone could tell what Gojo was doing to you under the table.
Surely they couldnt tell that he had his cock nestled between your thighs. But just the thought had you trembling. Because he was being so careless, sliding himself against the wet folds of your cunt, his drooling tip occasionally grinding into your sensitive clit. it was too humiliating, too mean. Being used as his little fidget while he waited for Geto to stop browsing and reading, seemingly to no end. Playing with you because he couldn’t stand being bored.
Your breath hitched when you felt his hand wrap around your neck. Manhandling you closer until your back was pressed flush against his chest.
“It’s okay if I fuck you right?”
You were still processing his words when you felt the head of his thick cock poking at your entrance.
“No wait we’ve- we’ve never” you stuttered, panic-stricken. Neither of them had ever taken it this far.
Sure your pussy was the wettest it’d ever been, and the delicious friction from his cock made you feel oddly dizzy, like you were melting in his lap. But that didn’t mean you weren’t scared.
“C’mon, just the tip?” He gave your throat a gentle squeeze, making you gasp. His other hand sliding between your thighs to rub teasing circles against your swollen clit. “promise I’ll be gentle.”
He made you look up at him, tilting your head up by the grasp he still had on your throat. You felt so small under his half-lidded gaze, like you were at his mercy and that too only when and if he felt like it.
“I’m asking nicely aren’t I?”
“B-But” you tried so hard but you couldn't think at all, his touch felt too good to resist.
"She's gonna cum if you keep going." Geto"s voice startled you, like you'd completely forgotten where you were. He gave you a quick glance before returning to his matters. He was right you were too occupied dealing with the various other emotions that were swirling in your hazy mind to notice how the coil that had formed in the pit of your belly grew tighter and hotter by the second. "You're gonna wanna cover that pretty mouth Toru."
You don't know if it were the sudden realization that people were watching, that Geto was watching, his darkened eyes hungry like you'd never seen before, staring right into yours, but it made you snap, an unexpected orgasm crashing down on you.
A moan slipped past your lips before Gojo muffled your sweet little noises into the palm of his hand, the grip around your neck unconciously tightening, only adding to the euphoric feeling.
"fuck, quiet." He chuckled against your ear. "Such a selfish little slut, cuming all by yourself."
You collapsed the second he loosened his hold, your upper half splayed against the table.
"m'not done princess." You whimpered, feeling his tip bully it's way inside you, immediately resorting to begging.
"p-please, you can do what-whatever you want, just not here-please”
"Wrong." he grinned, fully pushing into you in one rough thrust. " fuck, so…tight"
"Sa-toru," you whined, still out of breath. “hurts.”
"shut up, you're the one trying to cut my dick off, stop fucking squeezing so hard." He stilled, whether it was intended to give you time to adjust to his size or not, you were grateful regardless.
Your pleading fell upon deaf ears once he finally started thrusting upwards, your hot gummy insides were wrapping around him so perfectly, clenching and gushing around his cock with every roll of his hips. He was so drunk on you. Already way past caring if he got caught or not.
And it only got worse once the library started getting vacant again. Because it meant he could fuck into you more freely. Could bend and ply you into any and every position his heart desired. And having you over the table seemed to do the trick, his rough pace made the wooden furnishing rattle, like it was at it’s breaking point, much like you were.
“Too b-big! you’re too big,” he couldn’t even hear your pathetic babbling anymore, too focused on chasing his own high “toru-please slow down”
“Ah! toru!” You cried, ”not, sup-supposed to be that-deep” maybe you were right, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not after endless nights of fisting his cock to obscene thoughts of you. And it didn’t help that he hadn’t seen you in two entire weeks. Every little thing you did set him off. He couldn’t stop even if someone walked in on him fucking you right now. Too mesmerized by how pretty you looked under him, your cheeks flushed and coated with fresh tears, tits bouncing with every thrust. You looked, felt like a dream.
“Hurry it up, it’s almost closing time.” Geto spoke slamming his book down on the table, right next to your face.
“Suguru.” You sniffled., looking at him with your teary, doe eyes “Pl-please”
“Please what, my love?”
“Please- make him stop.”
“Don’t be mean now, he deserves to cum too, right?” He smirked, bending down to place a soft kiss against your swollen lips, followed by one upon your forehead.
“Ah- i can’t. Can’t take anymore.”
“Shut up, it’s your own fault” his movements quickened “walking around in that short little dress, just begging to be fucked.”
You moaned at a particularly rough thrust, couldn’t deny that he was making you feel good no matter the circumstances. You were sure he’d left bruised all along your waist with how hard he was gripping your hips. Your poor body feeling sore already.
“had to stop myself from having you against that bookshelf earlier.”
“Can’t say I disagree.” Geto tuned in, wiping your tears away.
Gojo groaned, looking down at where the two of you were connected, the way you were stretching around his length drove him crazy, and he made sure to have you come undone for the fourth time in the process.
Just a little longer of his erratic rutting and he was spurting thick ropes of his hot cum all over your abused cunt, pressing his tip into your clit while he came. He couldn’t resist pushing back inside to coat your gummy walls too. You looked so pretty all fucked out, your thighs slick with both of your juices. Still panting from your orgasm.
A wave of déjà-vu hit you when they finally helped you up. You could barely stand on your wobbly legs, although they only found that amusing.
“Let’s get you home.” Geto said wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you, “you sure you can walk? don’t want me to carry you to the car, love?”
You definitely weren’t sure, if he wasn’t holding you up right now, you’d immediately be met with the floor. Still you mumbled a quiet yes.
“My, um-“ Geto knew exactly what you were implying because of how your cheeks burned from the sheer embarrassment, you looked so adorable tugging on the hem of your sundress, trying to pull it as far down as it possibly went.
“Your panties?” You nodded, refusing to meet his eyes. Gojo had ripped them off you before you even had a grasp of the situation, having Geto pocket them. You could still see the frilly pink fabric peaking out of the pocket of his pants.
“Weren’t those for me?” He smiled, “it’s already unfair that i didn’t get to have you today.”
You couldn’t argue, instead just turning even redder, thinking about what use he’d have for your dirty underwear.
“Besides, if you’re gonna dress so slutty might as well do it right.” Gojo mocked.
Maybe you should stick to simplistic summer outfits after all, or maybe not.
I get pervs that are shy ab it but pervy doms…..like u absolute asshole…..ur gonna go thru w every depraved thing u came up with aren’t u…sick bastard……cocky piece of shit…..
Its so funny seeing ppl fall down the bully satosugu rabbit hole that i created bc for the next several hours i be getting notifs of them liking every single post I’ve ever made.
