Naoya always admired Gojo, almost to the point of worship. He’d brag, he’d bully, and he’d walk over anyone just to get the chance to stand next to Gojo.
Satoru, disgusted with Naoya’s behavior, finally decides to give him a lesson on humility.
He ties him up, locks his cock in a chastity cage, applies estrogen cream to his nipples until they’re puffy and sensitive, dresses him in slutty lingerie, takes pictures of him in vulnerable positions, stuffs his slutty hole with vibrators until his pathetic locked cock is leaking all over, shaves him bare between his legs and tells him he doesn’t deserve to feel like a man, spanks him relentlessly, hooks him up to a fuck machine as he’s bent over and spread wide open, allows other sorcerers to pass him around like a sex doll. Whole time, Naoya is thanking Satoru for his attention like the filthy little whore he is, and begs him to keep using him. He bends over when he’s told, gets on his knees when Satoru enters the room, and swallows everything he’s given. Tongue out, eyes rolled back, back arched, cheeks spread open for whoever Gojo allows. Gojo demands a chastity check? Naoya lifts his skirt without hesitation. Gojo demands he wears a plug for the day? Naoya simply asks which one would please Gojo the most.
Satoru puts a collar on Naoya- he sports it like a trophy. It is, after all, a prize awarded for his peak performance. Who cares if he’s a cum dump that’s stuffed full every day? It just proves he was worthy enough to be chosen by the strongest. 🖤
Naoya loves men, he loves power, and he loves sucking the Strongest’s cock like a good boy.
【Summary】
Friday night was supposed to be quiet, tea, a trashy rom-com, and some peace. Instead, two overgrown frat boy childhood friends climbed through her window, armed with beer, insults, and way too much charm. One tipsy game of truth or dare later, she finds herself sandwiched in a love triangle she didn’t exactly ask for, but might secretly enjoy.
【Word Count】
8k
【Tags】
college au · frat boys · love triangle · threesome · enemies-to-something-ish? · drunk sex · smut · praise kink · degradation kink · possessiveness · jealousy · handjob · blowjobs · cunnilingus · multiple partner · soft aftercare · pillow talk · power play · rough sex · chaotic good Gojo · smug asshole Naoya · reader is chaotic too
The original title in my drafts was "Challengers Wannabe" and agree. I love that movie and I’d lie if this wasn’t my Challengers scene inspired wet dream lmao.
My dorm room was my sanctuary, quiet, familiar, and, for once, completely empty. My roommates were all out, probably sneaking off campus to some club, which meant I had the place to myself. Well, almost.
Just as I was settling onto my couch with a book, in my pajamas, with hot tea waiting for me on the table next to it, I heard a faint rustle at the window.
“Shit, you sure this is the right room?” a low voice hissed.
Before I could blink, two figures were climbing through my open window: Gojo, grinning like he owned the place, and Naoya, scowling like he was planning a silent assassination.
Gojo hit the floor first with a thud, landing like a cat in a frat boy uniform. He wore a backward red baseball cap and designer sunglasses, still on despite it being almost night, and a baggy white T-shirt that still revealed his toned arms. His joggers hung low on his hips, grey and slouchy, paired with white socks and Nike slides. He reeked of overpriced cologne, poor decision-making, and someone who says “trust me” way too often.
Naoya followed, landing more silently but not without judgment. He wore a black long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves pushed up and khaki shorts that screamed “rich kid with rage issues.” His hair was perfectly styled, like he’d just come from some secret frat council meeting. His sneakers were spotless white, and he had a silver chain around his neck, a signature “wannabe Somebody” sign. He looked like the type of frat boy who drinks whiskey at tailgates and says things like, “I don’t usually party with lower-tier sororities.” Meanwhile, Gojo looked like the chaos demon who hosted the party and forgot to clean up afterward.
They both stood there, one smiling like this was his kingdom, the other looking personally offended by my book.
“Gojo, what the hell?” I snapped, standing up from the couch and shooting a glare that he returned with a lazy-ass smirk. “Relax. We’re just crashing,” he said, like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Plus, I brought beer.” He proudly waved a six-pack like it was some sacred offering and set it down on the table right next to my untouched tea.
I crossed my arms, raising a brow. “Uhm… wasn’t exactly expecting to see you two... hanging out. Like… ever. You’re not exactly what I’d call friends.” Gojo just shrugged, that glint in his eyes flashing as he dropped onto the couch, legs spread wide like he owned the damn place, already cracking open a beer. “Temporary alliance, then, shawty.”
I sighed loudly, just to make a point, as I sank into the bean bag across from the couch. This was not how I’d planned my Friday night. All three of us had been childhood friends when we were kids because of our parents. But now, at college with these two… ugh. I wished our families had never been close at all.
I’d envisioned peace. Silence tonight. Maybe a trashy rom-com and some overpriced takeout while I drank tea and spiraled quietly. Instead, I had two overgrown frat boys who lowkey hated each other in my dorm room like it was their goddamn Airbnb.
“This was supposed to be my chill night,” I muttered under my breath, eyeing them both like they were wild animals who’d wandered in from the zoo.
Gojo raised his can to me like he was toasting. “Nothing’s more chill than beer and handsome company." Naoya rolled his eyes so hard it was audible. “Shut up, Satoru.”
He moved across the room with that practiced, arrogant grace he had, like even his walk came with an insult. He grabbed a beer from the six-pack, glanced at me with a bored sort of expectation, then wordlessly passed one into my hand before cracking open his own. He didn’t ask, didn’t even look like he cared if I wanted it. He just knew I’d take it. Asshole.
Then he sat down next to Gojo. The couch creaked under the tension more than the weight. Gojo didn’t move over, didn’t flinch. He just looked over with that smug little half-smile, like he’d dared Naoya to do it.
And now we were in a triangle. I was on the beanbag, slightly elevated, facing both of them while they sat on opposite ends of the couch, legs spread like they were claiming territory a weirdly perfectly balanced shape.
I took a sip of the beer. Bad idea. Warm already. Definitely stolen from a frat fridge.
“You both gonna just sit here looking like you’re about to start fighting over beer, or are we gonna actually do something?”
Gojo glanced over, draping his arm across the back of the couch. “You want us to fight? Kinky." Naoya looked disgusted. I raised a brow. “I wanted entertainment. And silence. You two manage either of those and I’ll be shocked. So just anything.”
They exchanged a glance, brief, sharp, ego-loaded and then Naoya muttered, “Truth or dare.” I blinked. “What?”
“You said you wanted entertainment.” He cracked his neck like this was a challenge, not a game. Gojo’s grin stretched slow and dangerous. “Ohhh, now we’re talking.”
I took a long sip of the shitty frat beer like it was fine wine and gave them both a look. “Okay, so who’s starting?” Gojo’s finger shot up like a third grader with ADHD. “Me.”
Naoya sighed. “Desperate.” Gojo grinned. “I just know how to party, unlike some people who got rejected after quoting Andrew Tate on their first date, duh.” Naoya snapped his head around. “You literally don’t even go on dates. All you do is hookup with every other female.”
“Ugh, I’d rather be single than be banned from Tinder for ‘aggressive language,‘ "Gojo shot back, then turned to me with a wink. “I’m going first. Y/N, truth or dare?”
I blinked, caught between mild dread and lowkey excitement. “Uhhh… truth.” Gojo leaned back with a sparkle in his eyes. “Out of the two of us,” he gestured between him and Naoya, “who would you trust more… drunk and unsupervised in your room?”
I scoffed. “Neither.” Naoya nodded. “Correct answer.” Gojo clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed. “Damn, shawty. Cold. But fine, okay. Naoyas turn”
Naoya looked up at Gojo, “You’re giving up already? Thought you were gonna annoy her until you could get into her panties like with all your other girls.”
Gojo raised a brow, slouching deeper into the couch with one arm tossed across the back. “I’m not giving up on anything here. I’m simply giving you the chance to embarrass yourself.”
Naoya’s jaw ticked. “Uh-huh? You flirt like a guy who peaked in high school.” Gojo just grinned wider. “And yet… somehow still doing better than you, Mr. ‘Women should be seen, not heard.’”
That struck. Naoya’s eyes darkened. “I don’t need to praise and lie to girls like a clown to get attention.” Gojo tilted his head, faux serious. “No, you just need daddy’s money and that superiority complex so strong it could power a Tesla.”
Naoya leaned forward, beer dangling loosely in his fingers. “You think just because you’re loud and wear stupid sunglasses indoors, you’re irresistible? You’re not charming. You’re exhausting.”
Gojo’s grin didn’t falter; if anything, it got worse. “Funny. I keep them on so I don’t have to see your dumb ass.” I raised my hands, eyes wide. “Okay, okay, children. Jeeeeez. Can we not throw hands during round one?”
Gojo glanced at you, all faux-innocence and chaos sparkle. “Fine. Just for you, princess.” And then, because the universe is a joke and frat boys are living proof of that, Naoya held out his hand.
Gojo looked at it. Smirked. And they dabbed each other up. Like they hadn’t just verbally body-slammed one another in your living room.
A slow, obnoxious, multi-step handshake, like they’d practiced it in the mirror: palm, snap, shoulder tap, knuckle knock. Complete with a slight nod from both of them at the end, like: yeah. Bro Nailed it.
I stared at them, stunned. “Did you two just…” I trailed off, blinking. “…dab each other up after insulting each other?”
Naoya didn’t look at me. He just cracked open another beer and muttered, “Respect where it’s due.”
Gojo leaned back with a shrug. “Game recognizes game.”
I dragged my hands down my face, groaning into my palms. “This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe I’m witnessing this with my own eyes.”
Gojo turned to me, shameless. “You’re lucky. Most people would pay to see this level of testosterone-fueled poetry,” he said, flexing his arms to show off. Naoya nodded in agreement. “It’s called male bonding. Look it up.”
I looked between the two of them. “God, you’re both so dumb it’s like… beautiful. Wow.” They clinked beers and took a sip of mine and muttered, “I hate it here.”
But I didn’t leave. Because, unfortunately… this was the most fun I’d had all week.
Time passed and I took another slow sip, trying to figure out how many beers I’d already had. The warm buzz in my head and vision was definitely there. I was feeling the alcohol.
I stretched out my leg on the beanbag and, with a sly grin, let the side of my foot lightly brush against Naoya’s leg. Not a kick or anything, just a teasing little tap, subtle enough to fly under the radar.
I caught Naoya’s eyes flick down for a split second. His lips twitched, half annoyed, half amused. Yeah, I was definitely getting under his skin.
Gojo caught the whole thing right away, of course. He threw me a smirk and said, “Hey, watch it, princess. I see those ‘tipsy footsie’ moves.”
I giggled, feeling the buzz making me a little breathless. “Well, someone’s gotta keep you boys in line, hehehe,” I twirled around my beer. I was definitely not sober anymore. “Might as well start with the best-looking troublemaker.”
Gojo laughed at my comment, that reckless, cocky laugh of his. “Careful, or you’ll be the reason Naoya starts rethinking his thoughts on women’s rights… which he really needs to, unless he wants to die a virgin.”
The words hung in the air. My beer paused halfway to my lips. I didn’t even have to look to know Naoya was bristling.
And then, with all the grace of someone who was used to throwing hands at family dinners, he reached out and slapped Gojo in the back of the neck. Not hard. Just enough to make a point.
“I’m not a virgin,” Naoya said, cool and clipped, but there was a flash of heat in his eyes when he looked at me afterward. Like he needed someone to believe it.
Gojo let out an over-the-top yelp, flinching theatrically as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Damn, bro, touchy.” His grin didn’t fade, but it twisted slightly, more calculated now, more cruel. “I mean, I always thought you’d be gay, but we’re bros, okay?”
Naoya leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, muscles taut beneath the fabric of his black tee. “Shut up… I’m not the one jerking off to his own reflection.”
Gojo shot him a sidelong glance, tongue flicking against his teeth as he smirked. “You sound jealous. You can watch next time, if that’s what you want.”
I took another sip of beer, eyes flicking between the two of them, tension curling like smoke in the corners of the room. God, this night was spiraling.
I stumbled to my feet, beer can still in hand, and wobbled toward the kitchenette. The buzz in my head was warm and lazy. I opened the mini-fridge and squinted.
“Hey,” I called back over my shoulder, “you guys want anything? Snacks? Like, uhmm…” Gojo’s voice floated after me, that flirtatious drawl I knew too well: “Are you on the menu?”
I rolled my eyes and laughed, opening the cupboard. “Very funny.” Naoya’s sardonic chuckle drifted in. “Huh, like you’d be any good at it. I’d eat her so good, she’d still be begging for more afterwards…”
I shook my head, ignoring whatever he just said... Grabbing a bright bag of fruitgums. “Uhm. Fine, fine, snacks it is.” I fumbled the bag, twisting off the top.
When I turned, I nearly walked right into Gojo, because he’d apparently decided to follow me into the kitchenette. He caught me by the waist, steadying me with one arm and flashing that cocky grin. Behind him, I heard Naoya shuffle up.
“Let me help you with that,” Gojo murmured, tugging me lightly toward the couch. His large hand at the small of my back felt solid, protective, and impossibly hot.
He shrugged, sliding onto the couch and guiding me to sit between him and Naoya, his arm still loosely around my waist. He teased with his hands brushing over mine, which were holding the package. “But these?” He eyed the fruitgummi bag, then back up into my eyes. “Now that’s a menu worth ordering from.”
Naoya, on the other side, leaned forward, moving closer, his knees touching mine. “Got any red ones?” he asked, nodding at the bag. “You always pick the good flavors.”
I tossed him a gummy, the bag jiggling in my lap, and settled in, sandwiched between two very different but equally infuriatingly attractive frat boys. Warmth pooled in my chest, equal parts tipsy and delighted at the ridiculous, perfect chaos of it all.
Naoya’s eyes locked onto mine, that sly, challenging smirk playing on his lips. “Alright, where were we, uhmm” he said, voice low and teasing, “Y/N, truth or dare?”
I blinked, the room tilting just a little, and a slow smile curled at the edge of my lips. “Dare,” I said, my voice quieter than usual but steady enough to hold their attention.
Naoya’s smirk deepened as he looked at Gojo for a split second, like he’d been waiting for that exact answer from me forever. “Alright,” he said, leaning in just enough that I could feel his breath, “I dare you, to kiss one of us.”
Gojo’s eyes sparkled, amusement flickering across his face as he shifted to give me more space, but it was Naoya’s challenge that set my heart racing.
I glanced between the two, heat rising in my cheeks, and before I could second-guess myself, I reached out with my free hand onto Gojo’s shoulder and lightly pressed my lips to his.
Gojo blinked, surprised by the sudden kiss, but instead of pulling away, his eyes darkened with something sharper, hotter. His hand slid tighter around my waist, pulling me closer as he kissed me back with a growing need, like he wanted more than just a quick peck.
Naoya’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing, watching the whole thing with a mix of jealousy and disbelief. He hadn’t expected that at all.
I pulled back, heart pounding, breath catching, as Gojo’s thumb slowly brushed over his lips, a slow smirk curling on his face.
He shot Naoya a mock-serious look, voice low and teasing. “Well, Naoya… you were totally vibing with her earlier. Guess she just crushed your hopes, huh?”
Naoya only let out a low whistle, clearly jealous but also kinda… impressed. “Your turn, Gojo,” Naoya said, his voice a little rougher now. “Truth or dare?”
Gojo didn’t miss a beat. With a sly grin, he reached out and pulled me a little closer, his head tilting down so his lips were just by my ear. His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “So, princess, truth or dare? What do you think I should pick?” I giggled, the buzz making everything feel lighter, funnier. “Hmm, I dunno… truth? Dare? Surprise me.”
Naoya’s jaw tightened, eyes flicking between us, clearly not thrilled about Gojo getting all close and flirty like that. He shifted on the couch, crossing his arms like a shield. Gojo caught Naoya’s glare but just smirked wider, turning back to me. “Alright then, truth it is.”
Naoya leaned forward, that sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Alright, Gojo, truth time. What was that thing that you told me yesterday in the gym locker room about Y/N, again?”
Gojo’s usual cocky smirk faltered instantly. His eyes flicked to me, then down at the floor. My heart dropped, and Gojo’s relaxed hands around my waist loosened, slowly retreating and he rubbed the back of his neck like a kid caught stealing cookies. “Ah, man, nah, that was nothing. Just… joking, you know?”
I tilted my head, curiosity piqued. “Wait, what was it?”
Naoya chuckled darkly, arms crossed and clearly savoring every second of this unfolding drama. “Yeah, Gojo, don’t keep the lady waiting.”
Gojo’s grin became tight, nervous. He shifted away from me. The comfortable closeness between us suddenly thinned, the warmth replaced by a subtle awkwardness.
Feeling the sudden distance, I scooted slightly away from Gojo as well and leaned a little more into Naoya, my body moving as if seeking shelter or maybe just to stir the pot.
Naoya caught the shift immediately, his jaw tightening as he slid an arm around my shoulder, pulling me slightly closer, like a shield, or a warning. His voice was low, sharp, cutting through the silence.
“Gojo, it’s your truth, man. Spill it.” Gojo’s grin faltered. “No way, I’m not saying that out loud in front of her.” Naoya’s glare pinned him down. “Come on, you already said it to me. Don’t make it worse.”
Gojo sighed nervously. “Alright, fine. Y/N… so, you kept going on and on about some stupidly long theory in class… and uhm, I told Naoya… I’d rather put my dick in that mouth than listen to you yap about that bullshit for five more minutes… but, uhm, you know, it’s-”
The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. My breath hitched, a sharp stab of hurt twisting in my chest. I pulled tighter against Naoya’s side, his arm firm around me like a lifeline.
Naoya’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as he looked at Gojo. “Not exactly the nicest thing to say, man. Calling me misogynistic, but you say shit like that?” He pulled me closer, his hand sliding gently down my arm, rubbing soothing circles as if trying to erase the sting of Gojo’s words. “You wanna talk about respect? Maybe start with your own mouth.”
Gojo’s usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by something rare, genuine remorse. He ran a hand through his hair, voice low and almost vulnerable. “Yeah… I didn’t mean it like that. It was a shitty joke, I swear. I’m sorry, Y/N.” His eyes flicked between us. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
I stayed close to Naoya, feeling the tension still pulsing in the room but also the comfort of his presence. Gojo looked small now, his eyes flickering with a mix of guilt and mischief. “Alright, fuck it… ugh… Naoya… your turn. Truth or dare?”
Naoya smirked, leaning back casually but keeping his gaze locked on Gojo. “Dare.” He pulled out his phone, out of routine, but that gave Gojo the exact idea for his dare. “Oh, oh. Perfect. Show her the last text you sent me.”
Naoya smiled for a moment, not understanding what Gojo was hoping for. His arm still around me, he opened the chat and froze. I grabbed his phone, knowing that if I didn’t, he’d turn it off in a matter of seconds.
"You wanna crash at that slut Y/N’s place, really? Isn’t she the kinda girl who’d let a guy do whatever he wants to her? LMAO. I’ll meet you in five minutes in the lobby, let’s do this, for sure."
My cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and something else swirling in my chest. Gojo’s smirk twisted into something sheepish, and Naoya’s smirk softened, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air. The game had just taken a much dirtier turn.
I removed Naoya’s arm from around me, my voice low but fierce. “Are you serious? Both of you? This is… this is fucked up." Naoya blinked, surprised, his smirk faltering. Gojo’s eyes flicked away, guilt twisting his expression again.
I couldn’t believe I was sandwiched between them, two guys who just tore me down, but also somehow still made my heart race. I clenched my fists, fury and disbelief crashing together. “I don’t know what game you two are playing, but I’m done being the punchline.”
I stood up abruptly, the sting of their words still burning in my chest. Without a comment, I moved over to the beanbag, sinking down into it like I was trying to disappear for a second. Behind me, I felt the quiet exchange of looks, the kind that said they both knew they’d fucked up.
Gojo was the first to break the silence. “Okay… uh… maybe we should just… forget all that?” He cleared his throat nervously and glanced toward the kitchenette. “Alcohol helps, right? I mean, it’s yours, so…” Before I could say anything, he was already up and heading toward the kitchen, leaving Naoya and me alone for a heartbeat.
Moments later, Gojo returned, carrying a small tray with shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. “Round of shots?” he offered, the awkward smile barely hiding the genuine hope in his eyes. Naoya smirked, shaking his head but clearly on board. “Yeah, alright. Maybe this’ll help us all forget…”
I looked between them. They managed to hurt me with words, yet still wanted to make it right. But, after all, it was a Friday, and I couldn’t waste it being sad over some bullshit two frat boys said about me. Slowly, I reached for a shot glass.
“Okay,” I muttered, voice steadying. “Let’s drink to forgetting…” We clinked glasses. Shots were downed, and time moved with them.
“Alright, you two assholes,” I slurred playfully, waving a half-empty beer. “Truth or dare. Let’s see if you can actually keep up this time.” Gojo flashed me a wicked smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Bring it on, girl.”
I grinned, feeling the buzz wrap around me. “You know,” I said, giggling, “after all that crap you two said about me earlier, I’m starting to think you might actually be right about it.” I took a dramatic sip and laughed.
They both blinked at me, surprise flickering, before Gojo burst out laughing and even Naoya smirked, shaking his head. The tension eased further, replaced by the ridiculous, perfect mess.
Gojo grinned wickedly, teasing, “Was that referring to you wanting my dick in your mouth to shut you up?”
“Or me calling you a slut?” Naoya jumped in, voice low and playful.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my face. “Yeah, yeah, you two are real charming.” Everything felt like a dream: between the blurry laughter, the pooling light, and the heavy scent of flat beer, reality was stretched thin.
I lifted my shot glass again. Down. Emptying it with shaky determination.
When Gojo and Naoya caught my gaze, I held up the empty glass and slurred, “Okay… I’m super drunk. Truth or dare? Pick dare… uh, or… wait-” I giggled, making no sense. Then, in a flash of bravado and fuzzy logic, I pointed at both of them. “mhm, I dare you both… make it up to me, uhmm, by… uhmm… oh, take your shirts off.”
They stared at me for a second. Naoya’s brow lifted with a smirk. Gojo raised an eyebrow. But they didn’t hesitate. Maybe they could still read the situation better than me.
Both guys glanced at each other and, in unison, took off their shirts. Gojo first, tossing it onto the floor with athletic ease, revealing sculpted arms and perfectly defined abs; then Naoya, shrugging out of his, muscles flexing as he slung it aside.
They sat shirtless on opposite sides of me. For a few seconds, none of us spoke. The air crackled with heat, more than alcohol, more than anger. “Ohh,” I said, voice rough and half-laughing. “That’s… ehehehe… nice.”
Gojo chuckled, running a hand through his hair. Naoya leaned toward me, eyes dark and focused. Naoya gave me a slow, teasing smile—the kind that made my heartbeat stutter. “Dare. Y/N.”
I swallowed hard, stitching a laugh between nerves and the buzz, nervous about what was about to happen. “Uhm… yes?” Naoya’s eyes gleamed with that mischievous challenge, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “Your turn now.”
I froze for a moment, I was wasted but i still understood exactly what he meant. My fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “Uh… I mean, I did dare you guys first, but-” I tried to play it cool, shrugging like I wasn’t actually thinking about it.
Naoya’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the show. “That’s not how this works. You gotta follow through.” Gojo, already leaning in close, added with a grin, “Yeah, princess, no backing out now. Play fair.”
I laughed nervously, the alcohol blurring my nerves just enough to make the idea less terrifying. “Well… maybe I need a little help.”
Their eyes locked on me, waiting amused and expectant. The game had officially just taken a turn I wasn’t quite ready for, but I couldn’t deny I was curious where it might lead.
Gojo’s gaze flicked from me to Naoya, and the smirk on his face told me he already knew I’d just given the answer they wanted. “Come on, princess,” he teased, voice low. “We’ll help you.” He patted the spot on the couch between them, signaling for me to sit there.
So I stood up and wobbled a little, then sat back down right between them. Their arms slid around me on either side, fingers pressing into my ribs comfortingly even before I mustered any courage.
Together, so slowly it almost felt surreal, the fabric slipped over my head. Their hands, warm, careful, rested on my bare ribcage. That anger about the shitty things they’d said earlier? Gone.
I locked eyes with Naoya, my gaze heavy and unmistakably clear, the kind of look that left no question about what I wanted.
He didn’t hesitate. His lips found the sensitive curve of my neck, soft and deliberate, sending a shiver down my spine. The way he kissed me was bold, claiming, like he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Gojo’s laugh cut through the tension, low and amused. “Damn, Naoya, you really cant control yourself, huh?” He smirked, shaking his head like he was watching a show only he could narrate.
Then Gojo’s hand slid over, settling possessively on my thigh. The heat of his touch was a contrast to Naoya’s kisses, and I felt myself caught perfectly between them, two very different kinds of temptation, both impossible to resist.
Gojo’s breath was hot against my ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur that sent a thrill straight through me. “You know,” he whispered, “you’re absolutely fucking irresistible without that shirt." His fingers trailed up, brushing over the soft lace of my bra with deliberate care before he squeezed gently, his touch equal parts possessive and teasing on my breast. “Seriously, you have no idea how much trouble you’re causing with that hot body of yours.”
His large hands wrapped around my breast while Naoya was leaving marks all over my neck. “Fuuck-. Those tits,” he continued, voice thick with admiration, “they’re perfect. So damn soft and just… made for touching. I swear.” He paused, letting the words hang in the air, then added with a wicked grin, “And don’t even get me started on how fuckable you look right now, like you’re daring us to do whatever we want with you.”
His fingers deftly undid the clasp at the back of my bra. As the fabric slipped away, his hands immediately settled on my bare skin, fingers wrapping around my breast with a possessive grip.
His voice dropped even lower, thick with raw desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He kneaded gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, eliciting a shiver I couldn’t hide. “Can't wait to fill you all up with my dick.”
I turned my head facing Naoya to get his attention. I kissed his lips softly at first, then unrelenting, like I’d been holding back longer than should be legal. I puppeted him closer, my hand searching for Gojo’s, finding it, and squeezed tight. With my hand wrapped around Gojo’s, I let Naoya’s tongue explore just enough to steal my breath.
It was messy. It was perfect. Gojo made an amused sound somewhere beside me. Leaning in, his voice low and teasing, he said, “Look at this, trying to steal kisses, are we? Should we school him again?”
Naoya broke the kiss for a breathless second, heat flashing in his eyes. “Maybe if Gojo hadn’t started this mess… we’d be chilling.” I laughed against Naoya’s lips, drunk, dizzy, and completely undone.
“Uhm, you started with the ‘kiss one of us’ dare, Naoya!” Gojo shot back, holding my hand tighter. Naoya smirked, his voice husky. “Kiss her again. Show me who deserves her tonight.”
He didn’t hesitate. Gojo’s hand came up, gently gripping my chin, tilting my face to look at him. His eyes locked onto mine with that reckless confidence that made my heart thud in my chest.
Then, without warning, his lips crashed onto mine, soft at first, teasing, then deepening into something urgent and all-consuming.
He was hands-down the best kisser I’d ever experienced. Every touch, every glide of his tongue felt electric, like he knew exactly how to drive me wild without even trying.
Naoya’s eyes darkened with a flicker of jealousy, unable to stay put just watching. His lips moved from my neck down to my collarbone, trailing slow, heated kisses over my bare skin before finally settling on my breasts, pressing soft, possessive kisses that made me gasp.
Gojo pulled back just enough to smirk, as if daring Naoya to make a move. Without missing a beat, they switched. Gojo’s lips now exploring the delicate curve of my shoulder and down my side, his hands gentle but hungry, while Naoya reclaimed his place at my mouth, kissing me with the same fierce hunger Gojo had shown moments before.
I let myself melt, tilting first toward Gojo, then shifting closer to Naoya. When I finally spoke, the words came breathy:
“You’re both driving me reckless…”
Gojo tightened his grip and slid one hand behind my head, tilting me up into a long, lingering kiss. “Don’t fucking speak. Just let me taste you.”
Gojo then moved down, kneeling to the floor, his hand warm and steady in mine, his eyes locked on mine with that intense focus that made my breath hitch. His lips brushed over my inner thigh. Naoya’s fingers traced teasing, confident circles over my breast, his touch both possessive and gentle, making my skin flush with heat.
Gojo looked up at me. His voice was a low, husky whisper, filled with dark promise. “I want to know exactly how sweet you are,” he murmured, his lips barely grazing the fabric of my pants. His fingers gently hooked under the waistband, slowly sliding them down, revealing more of my skin to his needy gaze.
He paused, eyes dark and intense, locking onto mine like he was memorizing every inch. His voice dropped to a rough whisper, dripping with promise.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good you won’t even notice this other guy’s here.”
Then, without another word, he sank lower, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles that made my breath catch. His mouth was relentless, nipping, licking, sucking like he was on a mission to memorize every inch of me. He teased my most sensitive spots, flicking his tongue with expert precision, dragging out every gasp and moan from deep inside me.
“Oh God, … you’re-” I whimpered, voice trembling. My fingers tangled in his hair as waves of heat rolled through me, every flick and press of his lips worshipping me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
He groaned softly against me, clearly enjoying the way my body responded to him. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured between wet kisses, voice thick with want. The heat inside me spiraled higher, his words and touches pushing me closer to the edge. My breath hitched, fingers clutching his hair tighter as a shudder rolled through my body.
Then, with a trembling cry, I came, shaking, gasping, my whole world reduced to the delicious pressure of his tongue.
He didn’t stop, even as I trembled beneath him, licking me through every last wave, savoring every part of me like a feast. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were dark and wild, full of satisfaction and a promising look, that this was only the beginning.
Gojo pulled back with a sly grin, eyes flashing mischief. “See, Naoya? This is how you treat a woman right.” He smirked, then leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to my lips, making me taste myself on him like a challenge and a claim all at once.
Naoya’s jaw tightened, eyes darkening as he scowled at Gojo’s smug grin. “Yeah, yeah, show-off,” he muttered, but the heat in his voice betrayed how damn worked up he was. “Don’t think you’re the only one who knows how to drive her crazy.”
He reached out, his fingers digging into my waist possessively as he leaned in close, voice low and rough. “Just wait till I fuck your brains out.”
Gojo looked up from where he’d been kneeling, one eyebrow lifted. “Then go on, show us how you’re gonna "fuck her brains out".” he teased, voice dripping with amusement.
Naoya’s cheeks flushed hot, and he shot Gojo a glare that was half anger, half embarrassment. He swallowed, lips parting as if to fire back, but the words caught in his throat for a second. His hand tightened on my waist, fingers digging in as if to prove his point.
Gojo laughed, loud and unapologetic, reaching out to tousle Naoya’s hair. “Big talk, big talk. But talk is cheap, bro. You’re all words, where’s the proof?” His grin was wicked, eyes daring Naoya to try.
Naoya’s jaw clenched, then he leaned in close. “You’ll see,” he growled. His gaze flicked to mine, burning with promise. “Just watch me.”
Gojo snorted, settling back on his heels with a satisfied smirk. “That’s more like it. Now stop yapping and make me believe your loser-ass.”
And with that challenge hanging in the air, Naoya shifted on the couch, his voice low and commanding as he murmured, “Let’s see if you’re as useful as you look, Y/N. Get here, on all fours.” Gojo watched, still smirking.
I moved, bending over just like he said, my breath hitching in anticipation. Naoya’s eyes darkened as he peeled off his pants, the heat of the moment thick in the air. His hands gripped my hips firmly, his breath hot against my neck as he prepared to take control.
Gojo’s amused smirk lingered nearby, watching the scene unfold like it was his personal entertainment, ready to jump in whenever he wanted.
Naoya’s fingers teased at my entrance, slow and deliberate, feeling how wet his frenemy’s tongue got me, his breath hitching with every touch. Just as the tension built, Gojo’s voice cut through the charged silence, dripping with mockery.
“Damn, Naoya, you’re all talk. No wonder, with that tiny thing,” giggling, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You really gonna make her wait any longer, or should I step in and show you how it’s done... again?”
Naoya shot Gojo a glare but didn’t move away, his grip on my hips tightening, determined to prove him wrong. The game was far from over.
His dick pressed teasingly at my entrance, and with a smooth, confident motion, he pushed inside. A rush of heat and fullness flooded me instantly.
In my head, I scoffed at Gojo’s mockery. Tiny? No way. Naoya was more than enough, thick, filling me up, every inch proving Gojo wrong in the best way.
Naoya didn’t give me a second to catch my breath. He slammed back into me harder, hips snapping with brutal force that stole any control I thought I had. His hands gripped my hips like he was claiming territory, fingers digging into my skin so hard they left bruises already.
“God, you’re such a dirty little thing,” he growled, voice low and harsh, breath hot against my ear.
Each rough thrust drove deeper, reckless and relentless, slamming into me with a harsh rhythm that made me whimper against the pounding. His grip tightened, jerking me back to him as if daring me to try and pull away. “Taking me like this,... fuuck. You’re nothing but a slut for me.” The noises I made gave it away, he was hitting spots I wasn’t even aware could be pleased.
“You think you can handle this? You’re barely hanging on, aren’t you?” he sneered, grinding into me with merciless power. I was drowning in the roughness, the sharp edges of his words cutting into me as much as his body did.
Gojo stretched with a lazy smirk as he watched Naoya pounding into me. He chuckled low, voice dripping with mock praise. “Look at you, Naoya, finally living up to the hype. Guess I was wrong about you.” His gaze flicked back to me.
His grey pants were impossibly tight, the outline of his hardness pressing against the fabric, impossible to miss. Slowly, almost teasingly, he moved to the side of the couch, pulling his sweats down just enough to expose what was underneath, right in front of me.
He was big. Bigger than I’d imagined. Gojo’s voice dropped to that sly, mocking tone as he glanced at Naoya. “Not bad, Naoya, really… now let me help. Lets make our pretty girl feel real good.”
Gojo didn’t waste a second. He stepped forward, grabbing my head gently but firmly, and guided me toward him.
His hips pressed against me as he pushed forward, his cock brushing my lips, teasing, refusing to be ignored. With a rough growl, he slid in deep, claiming my mouth, his eyes locked on me, carefully watching, commanding me to take him in.
Every thrust of his hips was precise and urgent, his hands tightening their grip on my hair as he fucked my mouth relentless. Between the rough pounding from Naoya behind me and Gojo’s dick in my mouth, I was utterly lost.
Naoya’s rough hands gripped my hips like he was marking his territory, each hard, punishing thrust driving me deeper into submission. His low growls mixed with cruel whispers. “Fuck… I was so right about you… ” The sting of his dominance burned through me, every movement a reminder of his control.
Meanwhile, Gojo’s cock was buried deep in my throat, fucking me with fierce, hungry desperation that left no room to think, just to obey. His hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he thrust into me with brutal intensity, tongue swirling and teasing around every inch of him. Despite the roughness, his voice was a whisper of praise: “Damn, you take me so well. So fucking perfect when you’re like this.”
Gojo pulled back from my mouth just enough to let his breath hitch, eyes flashing with that cocky grin. “Don’t tell me he’s the one you want filling you up,” he taunted, voice low and dangerous.
Naoya’s grip on my hips tightened, his breath ragged as he growled, “I earned it.” I was caught in the middle, chest rising and falling too fast to keep up, utterly breathless and dripping with need. Gojo didn’t give me a moment to think; he slid back into my mouth with a demanding thrust, hands clutching my hair as he fucked me deep and hard.
Naoya’s hips slammed into me, pushing me closer to the edge, his voice rough and possessive in my ear. “You’re mine, and I’m gonna prove it.”
The heat inside me exploded, Naoya’s cock pulsing deep, stretching, filling me, driving me wild. My walls clenched around him, and with a guttural growl, he spilled inside me, flooding me with warmth and possession. A wave of pleasure tore through me, and I cried out, my climax crashing over me with overwhelming force, even as Gojo’s cock still ravaged my mouth.
Gojo moaned against me, pulling free with a dark chuckle, his eyes dark with hunger. Without missing a beat, he positioned himself in front of my face, pressing his cock against my lips before releasing himself in a hot, heavy spray over my face and down my trembling chest.
The contrast was overwhelming, Naoya’s claim inside me, Gojo’s mess on my skin and I was utterly shattered, caught between it them.
Heavy breaths filled the room. Naoya’s chest heaved as he kept his grip firm on my hips, sitting down onto the couch and pulling me with him. Gojo leaned back slightly, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, still smirking like he’d just won some invisible prize.
He looked me up and down, voice dripping with cocky amusement. “...marked and stained like a trophy. Bet you’re gonna remember who owns you tonight, heheh.”
Naoya growled low beside me, his arms loosely around me, not to be outdone. “Don’t let his big mouth fool you. You’re mine. Every damn inch.”
I was trembling between them, utterly spent and dizzy from everything, the rough worship, their heated rivalry, the taste and feel of them both still lingering on and inside me.
My cheeks flamed with embarrassment as I traced Gojo’s cum slick across my face and chest, my fingers trembling slightly. The warmth was still fresh, undeniable, and way too public for my liking.
Gojo finally sank down beside us on the couch. He shot me a lazy grin, his voice dripping with cocky amusement. “Hey, I’ll toss you some cash for Plan B. Because, seriously, nobody wants to deal with Naoya’s little brats running around.”
Naoya snapped his head toward him, eyes flashing with irritation and dark humor. “Oh, please. You’re the one cumming all over her face like a damn idiot.” He smirked, clearly enjoying getting under Gojo’s skin.
Gojo’s fingers lingered on my cheek, warm and light, his grin widening as if he were savoring some private joke. “Doesn’t she look even more beautiful like this?” he murmured, voice low and teasing.
Naoya rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand slid down to rest possessively on my waist, his fingers pressing into my skin with just the right amount of pressure. “Yeah, yeah, Gojo. You and your ego,” he teased, voice rough but with a hint of affection. “But she’s mine.”
Gojo laughed, eyes sparkling as he leaned closer, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “For now,” he said with a wink, then flicked his thumb lightly over my bottom lip.
My heart raced, skin tingling from their touches, the delicious tension sparking between them as their hands traced lazy circles along my arms and neck. Gojo smirked, his hand sliding from my cheek to settle gently at the small of my back, pulling me just a little closer. “But don’t forget who’s got you coming from his brilliant head game.”
I swallowed hard, still flushed from their touches and words. “If you guys want to… you can stay overnight,” I said, voice soft but firm. “My roommates are out, so… we should move to my bedroom. I’m-” I yawned, rubbing the sleepiness away, “-pretty tired.”
Gojo was already on his feet before I could finish the sentence, that cocky grin never leaving his face. Just like that, he scooped me up effortlessly in his arms. “After what Naoya put you through, you need some rest. I’ll take care of that,” he said, voice low and smooth.
I blinked, shocked by the suddenness. Naoya’s eyes went wide, his mouth twitching like he wanted to say something savage but held back. “Damn, Gojo,” he muttered with a smirk. “Playing the gentleman now, huh?”
Gojo just shot him a cool look but said nothing, cradling me carefully. His touch was gentle but sure, carrying me through the dorm like I weighed nothing at all. I felt the warmth of him close to my body, and the world seemed to slow.
But instead of heading straight to the bedroom, he paused at the bathroom door. “First things first, gotta clean up that masterpiece,” he said, nudging the door open.
He gently settled me on the edge of the sink, careful not to rush, and grabbed a towel. His fingers moved with surprising tenderness, wiping the remnants of himself from my face and chest.
Just as I started to relax, Gojo’s mouth wouldn’t stop moving. “Seriously, you’ve gotta admit, that was one hell of a show. Naoya finally stepping up, and me? Well, I’m the cherry on top, obviously. Bet you never thought I’d be the one to give you princess treatment, huh?” He chuckled, eyes gleaming like he was basking in some private joke.
I wanted to tell him to shut up and just let me breathe, but his relentless chatter somehow made the moment feel lighter, like no matter how wild things got, Gojo was always going to be that impossible-to-ignore guy.
He pulled the shirt he’d taken with him over his head, muscles flexing as he did, and caught my hand grazing his abs, my fingers lingering a little too long, still tipsy and playful. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and that cocky grin stretched wider.
“Hey, if you’re enjoying the view this much,” he teased, voice low and teasing, “maybe I should just skip putting this on and keep the cute girl entertained.”
Before I could respond, he laughed softly and, with a quick move, removed it again and draped the shirt over me instead, pulling it down to cover my bare skin. “Perfect.”
I blinked, surprised, but the warmth of the fabric and his closeness made me smile, feeling that strange mix of comfort and thrill only Gojo could give.
Gojo’s hands cupped my face gently, his touch surprisingly soft after all his teasing. “You’ve always been the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my cheek as his eyes locked onto mine. Without another word, he leaned in and pressed a brief, tender kiss to my lips, quick but electric, like a promise wrapped in fire.
Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me back into his arms, holding me close as he headed for the bedroom again. The warmth of his body against mine was steady, grounding me after the whirlwind, and despite his usual cocky swagger, there was something almost careful in the way he carried me.
When he laid me down on the bed, soft sheets pulled around me, Gojo settled beside me, propping himself up on one elbow and giving me that familiar smirk.
Naoya, wearing only his boxers and carrying a blanket draped over his arm, lingered at the doorway, watching us with a mixture of amusement and something unreadable before finally shutting the door with a soft click.
Without a word, he climbed onto the other side of the bed, next to me, pulling the blanket over himself. With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out, letting his fingers trail lightly along my hip, just enough to claim a presence. His touch was firm but gentle, a quiet reminder that he was still part of this, still holding onto me in his own way.
Gojo tightened his hold, his arm curling protectively around me, while Naoya’s hand lingered, tracing soft circles that sent shivers through me. The three of us, close and tangled in warmth and unspoken promises, shared the night in a complicated but intimate silence.
Gojo’s arm tightened further, pulling me flush against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his skin. His hand gently cupped my cheek, tilting my head just enough for him to press a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead.
“You did amazing tonight,” he murmured, voice low and sincere, his breath warm against my skin. “Seriously, you’re something else.”
The warmth of his words and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat began to lull me, the heavy haze of alcohol and exhaustion washing over me. My voice came out soft, barely more than a whisper. “Yeah… thanks. I just… feel really lucky.” I could barely keep my eyes open.
Gojo’s smirk softened into something warmer as he brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. “Can’t believe it’s possible for you to get even more adorable, but wow. Now… please get some rest.”
O.M.G… WOW. This was SOMETHINGGGGGG.
Thinking about turning it into a series, tho, hmm. Cuz like, Gojo’s actually a softie with a long-time childhood crush on YN???, and Naoya’s ego could also turn into something… uhmmm.
What do yall think?
Soulmate au like the red string of fate thing. But Naoya thought he didnt have a soulmate because he cannot see his string when he turn 20. He wish it be Gojo dispite everything and the world decide to say 'fuck you' to his fave. Afterall he not really a likeable person to be around.
But the thing is Gojo IS his soulmate and Gojo can see the string and so when he hear Naoya complain that Naoya didnt have a soulmate. Gojo didnt want his soulmate to be Naoya. He just...hate Naoya. Everything about Naoya just get under his skin. So he just live with life happy knowing that he didnt have to be Naoya soulmate. He lied to Naoya saying that he have soulmate just someone else. That make Naoya jealous and Gojo Didnt understand why.
Somehow in life Gojo and Naoya cross path again but this time something about them spark. The way Gojo notice how shy Naoya around him. Only him. How Naoya look at him with admire of Gojo. Something thay make Naoya look sotf. Red String is cosmic fate and it happend for reason. Gojo finally see it. But didnt know how to tell Naoya.
What you think Naoya would react if he know that Gojo lied about the soulmate stuff the whole time?
