Warnings: Normal timeline, defected Suguru, questionable morals on all ends, cheating, threesome, p in v, oral (both m and f receiving), mental health, Gojo YEARNS, Geto misses his man, breeding kink (if you squint), creampies, light angst, satosugu, spit, voyeurism, facefucking, brief panty sniffing, dacryphilia (???), facial, cum kissing, suckin dem titties, nippleplay, very light nursing kink, lowkey switch!Suguru, highkey switch!Satoru, cum eating, Satoru is NASTY (but in a good way), very very brief booty hole licking, multiple orgasms, praise, degredation, over stim, petnames, Suguru calls Satoru puppy, color system check in, sappy aftercare.
Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ
It tore you and Satoru apart when Suguru defected, grappling with the reality that he was the enemy now. Wondering how such a kind-hearted boy turned into a killer. Neither of you understood it, but both of you were left heartbroken.
Satoru, looking for a way to cope, threw himself into his training. He focused on becoming stronger and stronger. That was his purpose, right? To be the strongest? To have no weakness even though all he wanted to do was to claw his way into Suguru's soul and nestle himself in there and never have to worry about what tomorrow would bring... But such a life wasn't for him. He was a weapon. A tool. Not a person.
That was until you offered him solace. A sanctuary for his weary hands. A home for his already battle-scarred soul. You left Jujutsu High after Suguru defected, but you never left Satoru. You knew he was struggling, and so you would invite him over for Friday night dinners and let him talk his head off about his latest techniques.
But Friday night dinners turned into him staying over, sleeping on your couch at first, then in your bed, then in your arms. Your gentle hands were a soothing balm for the rabid, feral dog within him that chewed at its bars and threatened to break out and destroy the world.
Your fingers would run through his hair, brush over his ears, skim over his cheekbones as you whispered how precious he was to you and how you adored him. The rabid dog inside him would whimper and whine, nosing into your palm and silently pleading to be called a good boy again.
And he'd reward you for such attention. With lips that found yours, teeth that scraped the column of your neck, hands that cradled your body as if you were the most fragile doll that would break if he pressed his fingers too hard into your skin.
You'd gasp out and cry so prettily for him as he found solace in your warm walls, forgetting for a moment that he was a weapon to be used and discarded, and instead feeling like a human once again. Like he was somebody worth loving.
Only Suguru had ever made him feel that way before. But now you did too. Made him feel normal as he cried into your neck and muttered out heartachingly sweet poetry off a tongue that was honeyed with your juices. About how even the stars themselves couldn't compare to you.
Sometimes he'd think about Suguru as he made love you, would imagine it was Suguru crying out his name instead of you. He loved you, of course! You were his saving grace, but he couldn't help but miss Sugu.
Little did he know that he wasn't the only one thinking about Suguru Geto.
Because while he was gently making love to you on Friday nights and Saturday mornings, pressing sweet kisses to your neck and finding sanctuary in your arms, Suguru was fucking you into the mattress on Sunday nights and Monday mornings.
Where Satoru was soft, Suguru was angry. Angry at the world, at non-sorcerers, and at Satoru for not coming with him. And you were the perfect outlet to let out all his frustrations.
He'd play nice at first - coming into your house with a sweet kiss and fresh flowers for your kitchen. He'd compliment the food you'd make him and help you wash the dishes. His hands would be deceivingly gentle as he'd tug you back to your room.
But it would end as soon as he'd get you on that bed. Yanking your clothes off and forcing your legs open. He'd nestle right between those plush thighs of yours and eat you out until you were bawling and hiccupping. Tongue lapping at your sweet cunt like you hadn't just fed him, thick fingers abusing your poor hole and bruising your g-spot once again.
You tasted different from Satoru, but just as good. Sometimes Suguru would imagine it was him instead of you. He absolutely adored you, make no doubt. But he also missed having Satoru whimpering and bawling beneath him as he sucked his cock and made him cum again and again until his poor balls were completely empty.
But he loved fucking your tight cunt too. Large hands groping your tits and pinching your nipples as he rammed his angry strawberry-red tip into your cervix as if he was trying to get you pregnant.
Ass up, face down. You'd bawl and sniffle into your pillow as he growled out some of the filthiest phrases known to man that made your pussy drool and clench his thick girth.
You knew what you were doing. two-timing them. Not to use them, of course not. But because you just loved them both so much! Satoru couldn't expect you to give up handsome, hazy-eyed Sugu. And Suguru didn't honestly think that you'd give up your pretty boy Toru and his adorable little pout, did he? No, no, no. To give up one while keeping the other just wouldn't do! So you kept your dirty little secret, loving the two of them separately.
And everything was going according to plan as well. Until... Valentine's Day. That pesky holiday meant for lovers. Both Suguru and Satrou wanted to take you out to a nice restaurant. You panicked. You hadn't thought this far. So with frantic fingers, you cancelled on them last minute.
Profusely apologizing, sending all the hearts and pouty emojis. Sick, you said. Came down with a bug, and now you are horribly ill. So sad, so sorry, and all while telling them not to worry and not to come check on you.
You felt horrible, of course. But you resigned to a night of sitting on the couch with some cheap chocolate and a bottle of champagne while watching romcoms.
But your mistake was thinking that Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo would ever listen. They were brats in their own right, always bickering and pushing back with you until you gave them a good smack across the face, along with a boner. Hell, they were so similar in so many ways.
And that's how you end up with two very confused, very upset, very handsomely dressed boyfriends at your doorstep.
"And just what the hell are you doing here?" Satoru's voice growls out, clutching the white roses and painkillers he had in his hands - baby blues glaring at Suguru over the rims of his circle shades. Suguru only smiled coyly, but there was a subtle irritation in the way he clenched his jaw, gently holding a bouquet of pink tulips and some rather expensive chocolate. "Satoru. I'm here to see my sweet girl." He says smoothly, purple irises shimmering with shades of violet, layered like bruised petals under moonlight.
"Your girl? Please, she's mine." He scoffs out, making Suguru's eye twitch. Damn, did that fucker have to look so goddamn handsome while pissing him off? Suguru shook his head, ravenette tresses becoming slightly messy from the motion. "Yeah? Why am I bruising her tight pussy then?" He taunts back.
"Hey, I fuck her just fine!" Satoru squawks out indignantly, cheeks burning as he quickly jumps to his own defense, pointing an accusing finger at Suguru. "Yeah? Is that why I have her bawling on my tongue after our Sunday dinners?" Suguru purrs out smoothly, licking his lips as if he could still taste you from the last time he ate your sweet cunt.
Satoru's cheeks flushed a darker shade, a lovely crimson shade that caught the curse user's attention. "Yeah, I bet you're real sweet with her, aren't you?" Suguru growls out. "At least I treat her with some respect." Satoru bites back, stepping closer to him. "Oh, I treat her with plenty of respect; that's why I make sure to wring out as many orgasms as I can from her." Suguru taunts, straightening his posture.
"Was it respect when you abandoned us too?" Satoru snaps out, dropping his face closer to Suguru's. The black-haired man can't stop the look of guilt that flashes across his features. "Abandoned? Satoru, I'm doing this, all of this, for you!" He snaps back, voice raising.
Satoru's expression becomes a mixture of anger and anguish. "I don't want you to be the strongest. I want... I want you to be Satoru. Just... just Satoru." Suguru breathes out, features softening as he exhales heavily. "Can't you see that? I don't want you to be a weapon. I want you to be a person." He says softly, reaching for Satoru with his spare hand.
But Satoru jerks back, tears welling in his eyes. "You could have done that without defecting!" He snaps, voice shaking with emotion. "We were lost without you! Do you know how long it took to feel okay without you?" He shouts, voice cracking, as if he were barely holding it together.
They both jump as the front door to your house opens to reveal your figure, the dim light of your house illuminating behind you. "Oh shit..." you mutter softly, hair mussed up and only wearing one of Satoru's shirts that he had left behind.
"Hey princess." Satoru mumbles, sniffling and running a hand through his hair. "Toru, are you okay?" you ask softly, worry etched in your features, biting your lip nervously.
"Fine, fine." He grumbles, looking down. "We should come inside... talk." Suguru says smoothly, making you nod and let them inside and into the space that they had made their second home.
You all sort of awkwardly stand in the kitchen for a moment before Satoru hands you the white roses. "Happy Valentine's day, baby," he says softly. You take them with gentle hands. "Thank you, dearest." You murmur, smelling the roses and blinking back up at him. "They're beautiful," you add on, making him smile weakly. "Just like you." He murmurs, gently tucking a strand of your hair back.
"And... I got you these," Suguru's voice cuts in, and you turn to take the pink tulips from him. "Thank you, sweetheart. They smell amazing." You say gently, making him hum out in response, his gaze briefly trailing you as you move to grab a vase for the flowers.
You mix the flowers; pink tulips and white roses clamor together in the glass vase to make a whole new bouquet. You set it down on your kitchen table, both of the men in your kitchen looking over to see their flowers together.
"I... I do miss you." Satoru says finally, taking off his shades and rubbing his eyes, sighing out like he was utterly exhausted. "It's been hard without you." He mutters, setting his shades aside to blink up at Suguru like a lost puppy.
"Don't look at me like that," Suguru huffs out. Satoru pouts even more somehow, and Suguru sighs out. "I missed you too, Satoru. A lot." He says softly, reaching for his old companion's hand. Satoru tangles his fingers with Suguru's, exhaling with something like relief. "I'm glad." He mutters gently.
"So... are we all getting along again?" You ask tentatively, still unsure if they were upset with you for dating them both behind the others' backs.
The boys look at you, then at each other, and it's like they're talking to each other silently. A dangerous smile curves Satoru's lips and you're swallowing thickly, stepping back a small step. They looked like predators all of a sudden, and you couldn't help but notice how they had dressed up for you.
Satoru had combed his hair for once. A white button-up tucked into a nice pair of blue jeans, a nice watch on his left wrist, and the scent of fresh linen clinging to him. Suguru's hair was neat as ever, luscious tresses spilling over broad shoulders. A black turtleneck with sleeves halfway up his forearms tucked into a snazzy pair of black slacks paired nicely with silver rings and a spritz of sandalwood cologne.
"Look at her, pretty girl's checking us out." Suguru muses out, stepping up behind you to slink his arms around his waist. Satoru chuckles out, baby blue's looking down at you as if he wanted to eat you alive. "You're not really sick... are you?" He asks, and you blush shamefully, shaking your head no and looking away.
"Just... didn't know how to go on a date with both of you without... telling the truth. But I guess it's pointless now." You murmur, pressing your thighs together as Satoru grasps your chin to make you meet his eyes again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... do that... I just didn't want to lose either of you." You mutter out with big doe eyes.
Satoru softens a little, rubbing his thumb soothingly over your jawline. "We know, babygirl. We're not mad." He murmurs softly. Suguru places a kiss behind your ear. "Why don't we show you how much we adore you, hm? Have Valentine's date night here together?" He suggests softly, his greedy hands already slipping under the oversized shirt you were wearing to grab at your plush sides.
"Can we? I really wanted to spend Valentine's Day with you guys." You breathe out. That's all they needed to hear before they were both leading you to your bedroom - hands gentle but their intentions anything but.
You're pushed down on your bed, stared down by your two handsome boyfriends, and you feel heat pool in your core. "I wanna bite her-" Satoru says suddenly, and Suguru chuckles. "Patience. First, the greedy slut needs to be punished for playing games." Suguru says smoothly, making you whine out.
Satoru grins deviously. "And how might we do that, Suguru?" he asks, making the other made smirk back. But he doesn't reply, only grabs Satoru and drags him down into a mouth-crushing kiss, tongue darting into his mouth.
Satoru all but whines into Suguru's mouth, kissing back eagerly. His fingers sink into Suguru's sides, clutching him close like he was afraid Suguru would disappear again. "So desperate." Suguru teases, making the sorcerer growl back.
"I seem to remember a certain slut that enjoyed drinking my cum a little too much when we were younger." He growls, forcing his thumb into Suguru's mouth, opening his jaw, and spitting right into his mouth. The ravenette whines out, swallowing and opening his mouth again for another.
"See?" He says, looking at you. "Desperate slut just like you." He teases before spitting into Suguru's mouth once again. You whine out, wanting attention as well, but you're only given a glare. "Quiet, brat. This is your punishment, remember?" Suguru growls, making you pout.
"This is bullshit," you pout out, crossing your arms and glaring up at the boys, but it lacks any real heat. The boys chuckle at your tantrum. "Oh, but she is cute when she huffs and puffs." Suguru croons to Satoru, making the taller man chuckle.
"Let her throw a tantrum. She'll enjoy the show." He says back, his hand clasping the back of Suguru's neck and squeezing just right, making Suguru hum out. "True. And I need to have you again before we let our little sneak rejoin the fun." He says before smashing his mouth to Satoru's again. The white-haired man responds eagerly, devouring Suguru's mouth, and damn, was Satoru right about enjoying the show.
Heat pools in your core, and you press your thighs together, watching as Suguru's hands sneak down to grab at Satoru's belt buckle, tugging him closer and making the other man groan out.
The jingle of his belt being undone is heard before Suguru steps back to put his hair up and drop to his knees. "Sugu..." Satoru's voice comes out, breathless and pleading. "Don't worry, puppy. I still know how to take care of you." He coos out, batting pretty purple eyes that glittered in the soft lamp light of your bedroom like precious amethysts.
He swiftly tugs down Satoru's nice blue jeans to reveal his Digimon boxers. "Digimon? Really?" Suguru muses out, making you huff a laugh. "He still forces me to rewatch it with him." You giggle out, making him roll his eyes.
"Hey, it's a good show!" Satoru says defensively. "It's not my fault that you two are too uncultured to understand the masterpiece that is Digimon!" He says, making you and Suguru exchange a glance.
"Yes, darling. It's the best anime to ever exist. Now shut up." Suguru demands, shoving his boxers down and taking Satoru into his mouth before Satoru can babble on about his favorite anime once again.
Satoru moans out, baby blues snapping down to the other man that was now sucking him off as if his life depended on it. "F-Fuck, Suguru. S-Slow down, will you?" He sputters out, hips bucking despite his words.
Suguru responds by lodging Satoru's tip in his throat, swallowing around him, esophagus constricting around Satoru's length and making him moan out - one of his hands reaching to grip Suguru's black hair.
You watch the scene, pupils dilating as you feel yourself grow wet. You couldn't help but enjoy the view in front of you. Satoru, red-faced and moaning, hips bucking into Suguru's throat as if he couldn't help it. Meanwhile, Suguru sucks his cock with a ravenous appetite, his own erection straining against the fabric of his black slacks.
"F-uck Sugu, missed you so much. Fuck you for leaving. Traitorous bastard." Satoru moans out, ramming his cock down Suguru's throat, making him choke and gag. "But I could never stay mad at you... too fucking pretty to stay mad at. Love you too much to hate you." Satoru pants, both hands gripping Suguru's skull as he fucks his face.
Suguru whimpers out, as if trying to apologize, but Satoru doesn't let up. "S'okay though. I get why you did it." Satoru breathes out, feeling his orgasm build. "What matters is that you're here now. With us. Where you belong." Satoru says, a possessive growl edging his voice, hips stuttering before finally slamming a final time.
He moans out, spilling his seed down Suguru's throat, who swallows everything eagerly. "Satoru?" You call out softly, worry lightly coloring your voice. "I'm okay, princess." He says, slipping his cock from Suguru's mouth.
Suguru stands and cups his face. "I love you too, Satoru," he murmurs, Satoru tearing up a little. "Hey! What about me?" You say with faux indignation, making the two men huff out a laugh. "We love you too, princess." Satoru says, fully kicking off his pants before undoing his shirt.
You zero in, licking your lips. "Easy, girl," Satoru teased. Suguru starts to unbutton his own shirt. "You look hungry, pretty girl. Need to be fed?" He asks, making you squirm. "Can I, Sugu?" You ask sweetly, pouting and giving him your best doe eyes.
"Such a needy girl." He growls out, finally unbuckling his belt and shoving his slacks and boxers down. "Come on, pretty. Open up." He says, and you happily obey. Jaw slack, tongue lolling out, looking up at Suguru with an expression that makes him groan out with satisfaction.
He threads his fingers through your hair before gripping the strands in a firm grasp, fisting your hair and slipping his cock into your mouth. Your lips wrap around his girth, tongue running alongside the underside of his shaft as you greedily deep-throat him, making Suguru hiss out in pleasure.
Satoru also wastes no time getting to work, dropping to his knees and reaching under his baggy shirt that you're wearing to pry your soaked panties off. "Fuck. She's soaked through already." He groans out, handing your panties to Suguru, who brings them up to his face to sniff them.
You blush, but you can't protest, only moan out around Suguru's cock as Satoru buries his head between your legs, his tongue immediately finding your clit and circling around it.
"Yeah? Feel good, pretty?" Suguru croons, his tone taunting as he smiles down at you cruelly, thrusting his cock further down your throat to make you gag and your eyes water. Suguru's eyes darken, and he thrusts his cock down your throat again.
You whine out as Satoru's slender fingers poke and prod at your entrance before finally slipping inside, stretching you out and thrusting at a teasingly slow pace. They could both be so mean when they wanted to be.
"I think she wants more, Satoru," Suguru says, burying his cock in your throat until your nose brushes up against his happy trail while Satoru curls his fingertips into that sweet spot within your velvet while sucking harshly on your clit.
Your eyes roll back, your cry of ecstasy muffled by Suguru's cock as you cum, hips bucking into Satoru's face while he greedily laps up your juices, a moan leaving his lips as he drinks your sweet nectar.
Suguru pulls his cock back, letting you pant out and keen as Satoru continues to lap at your clit, prolonging your orgasm as long as possible while he fists his cock.
Suguru groans lowly, busting all over your face, cum painting your pretty features. Satoru finally pulls away and you lick Suguru's cum off your lips before Satoru pops up to smear his thumb across your features, cleaning the cum off your face before popping Suguru's cum into his own mouth. You whine out, kissing Satoru as if to steal it back, but he doesn't let you steal it all for yourself.
Instead he gathers it on his tongue to French kiss you, sharing Suguru's cum with you, both of you moaning out again. "Greedy sluts." Suguru growls out.
"Can't help it, Sugu." You whine out with a pout, blinking up at him. "Come on, baby. We ain't done yet." Satoru coos out, picking you up and tossing you up onto your bed. You land on your soft blankets, Satoru already crawling over you and peeling his shirt off of you.
"Satoru, stop hogging her." Suguru scolds, making Satoru whine out like a puppy that just got denied its favorite treat. "No. Share. It's my turn with this pretty pussy." Suguru says, already nudging Satoru out of the way so he can crawl between your legs.
"Still so wet." He purrs, running his thumb over your slit, a whimper leaving your mouth, still sensitive from Satoru eating you out. "And so sensitive. Did Toru eat you out good, sweet girl?" He asks, his tone taunting as he grips the base of his cock and rubs it over your slit.
You whimper and nod your head. "Y-Yes, Sugu. He did." You breathe out, making him grin. "Oh, did he? Then say thank you to Toru. Remember your manners, pretty." He says as he slowly slides his cock into you, making you moan out as you drag your eyes over to Satoru.
"Mm, thank you, Toru, for making me cum." You say to him, moaning out as Suguru buries himself to the hilt inside of your warm walls. "You're so welcome, babygirl." Satoru coos out, leaning forward to drop his lips to yours before trailing kisses down your neck, nipping and biting at the tender flesh, making you squeeze your walls around Suguru.
"Fuck. Always so tight." Suguru hisses out before snapping his hips into yours, making you mewl out. He wastes no time setting a brutal pace within your soft walls, large hands grabbing the backs of your thighs to keep you spread out so he can drill his fat cock into you as meanly as possible.
Satoru is enraptured with how you look. Lips parted to spill the filthiest noises, eyes half-lidded with blown pupils as you watch Suguru fuck into your tight cunt, hands curled into your sheets as you barely manage to ground yourself in reality.
"You look so pretty, baby." He murmurs, crawling closer to press sweet kisses to the swells of your breasts. You whine out, shaky fingers threading in his snowy white tresses, manicured nails (that he paid for, by the way) lightly scraping over his scalp and making him shudder with delight.
He drops his mouth to the side of one of your breasts, nibbling there for a moment, before capturing a bud in his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the perky nipple and making you keen out.
"Such a good boy," you coo out, your voice breathless from Suguru's relentless rutting, his mushroom tip kissing that oh-so-lovely spot within your walls that made you keen and wail with utterly sinful pleasure.
Satoru whimpered out, nuzzling closer into your chest like a puppy trying to nurse, a hand reaching up to palm your breast and massage it with his long fingers.
The dual stimulation riddles your body with intense pleasure. Satoru practically nursing at your breast as if he was determined to get something out (don't tell him it's not possible; he might just cry) all while Suguru fucks his thick girth into your pretty pussy with a determination that bordered on feral, as if the world would end if he didn't fuck your tight heat and stuff you full of his cum.
You turn your upper body towards Satoru more, gently detaching him from your now very sensitive bud and guiding him towards the other one. He latches instantly, sucking and rutting against the bed while you comb your fingers through his hair in silent praise.
"You spoil him." Suguru muses, fucking into you harder and making you cry out. "But he's such a good puppy, isn't he?" He chuckles out as he drops a hand to your pussy to roll the pad of his thumb over your slicked-up pearl.
"Suguuuuu!" You whine out his name as he stimulates you further, arching a little in response, your voice a bit warbled from the overwhelming pleasure the boys were inflicting on your gorgeous body.
"Thaaaaat's it, pretty girl. Cum for me. Let it all out." He growls out, slamming his hips into yours, moving his thumb faster over your clit. Your moans become louder and more high-pitched as he drags you closer and closer to an orgasm.
You cry out his name, the band within your body snapping as you cum hard, walls clamping down on his girth as your body convulses. Suguru drops his head to bite your neck harshly, making you mewl out as he slams his cockhead against your cervix to pump hot milky ropes into your tight cunt.
Satoru detaches from your chest, sitting up to make room as Suguru rolls off of you and collapses onto the bed beside you. He's being dramatic, of course; he could easily go several more rounds.
Satoru, however, is already crawling between your legs to look at your nectar and Suguru's cum all mixed together and spilling from your cunt. And before you can stop him, he dives in to eat at your pussy like it's a delicious sweet treat.
"You two taste so good mixed together." He moans out, lapping at your cunt. He licks from your asshole all the way up to your pearl, crawling over your body and swirling the mixture to mix it with his saliva. He grips your jaw, prying your mouth open, and spits the concoction into your mouth.
"Swallow." He commands, and you obey - coating the mixture over your tongue and letting the taste tingle at your taste buds before swallowing it all down your throat. "Good girl." He purrs, stroking your jaw.
"Toruuuu!~" you whine pathetically, making him grin. "Yes, my darling babygirl?" He asks, making you giggle softly for a moment before you're spreading your legs. "Need you inside, baby," you pout out, batting your eyelashes up at him.
He sucks in harshly through his teeth as he watches that messy mixture between your legs ooze out a little more. "You are so evil." He mutters softly, making you giggle again.
"Oh come on now, you're not gonna deprive our sweet girl, now are you?" Suguru croons, his hands grabbing you so that he can settle down behind you, resting you against his chest and grabbing the backs of your thighs with gentle hands - spreading your legs open and out for Satoru.
"Be a good boy and wreck her pretty cunt, puppy." Suguru orders softly, his voice smooth and silky, making Satoru whimper out. "Evil. Both of you." He mutters, his cock throbbing to be buried deep inside your pussy.
"Please, baby?" you whine out, wiggling your feet a little with impatience. Satoru growls out, grabbing the base of his cock to swipe it over your puffy clit. "Fucking slut. Got ate out, fucked, and you still want more." He growls, slamming his cock into you with a single stroke, holding it there, and grinding his angry tip into your cervix.
You moan out, arching in response. "That's it, pretty girl. Take it all." Suguru coos in your ear, pressing a gentle kiss just behind it. Satoru pulls out before driving his hips into you again, quickly setting a brutal pace.
It doesn't take him long to find your g-spot; after fucking you so many times, he knew exactly where it was at. His hands grip your waist, pressing his fingertips in as if he were trying to leave bruises of his fingerprints on your skin.
You wail out with pleasure, still sensitive from your past two orgasms. Tears of pleasure well in your eyes, and Satoru is quick to notice. "You crying?" He asks in that smug tone of his, giving a cocky grin, and you do your best to glare up at him.
"Shut up and fuck me. I'm sensitive after Suguru railed me." You bite back, but this doesn't make Satoru falter a single bit. His grin turns feral, his eyes darken, and he gives a laugh that tells you that you won't be able to walk tomorrow.
"Guess I'll just haveta do something that Suguru didn't then." He purrs out, making you arch more and slamming into you so hard that you saw stars for a moment, and you swore that his cockhead was buried in your fluttering, lovesick heart. "Guess I'll haveta make you squirt, baby." He says in your ear.
You're bawling as he drives into you over and over again. Harder, faster, deeper. It's all too much. But too much is exactly what Satoru wants. You wail and sob, but he doesn't let up.
"What's your color, baby?" Satoru whispers in your ear, your body quivering beneath him, Suguru still holding your legs up. "Mmmm, green! Green, green, green! Fuck, right there! Please don't stop!" You babble out between sobs, feeling a familiar warmth in your gut.
"Yes ma'am." Satoru muses out, dropping a hand to rub his thumb over your clit in fast circles. You cry out louder, making Suguru chuckle behind you. "So loud. But she takes it so well." He says, his tone carrying a teasing lilt.
"Damn right, she does." Satoru groans out, hips stuttering. "Fuck, I'm close. Cum with me, baby." He pants out, cockhead kissing that sweet spot in your velvety walls over and over again, determined to make you fall apart.
And fall apart you do.
You scream out, tears staining your cheeks as you finally cum again. Not just cum, you squirt, just like Satoru wanted, soaking his pelvis and the sheets beneath you. He snarls in approval, crashing his lips to yours as he cums inside you, dumping his hot load into your cunt and mixing it with Suguru's.
The three of you stay still for a moment, whimpering when Suguru gently lowers your legs, keening when Satoru finally pulls out. "Such a pretty mess." He murmurs, staring at your messy cunt.
"Satoru, if you dive back in there, I'm gonna smack the smack the shit outta you," you threaten playfully. He pauses, looking off to the side as if contemplating if it would be worth it or not. "Satoru!" you scold, catching his look and giving him a lighthearted glare.
Satoru and Suguru both laugh out at your half-assed scolding. "Relax, baby. I won't. But we should all take a shower and clean up," Satoru says gently. You groan, head thudding back against Suguru's chest. "You want me to stand? And use my legs and limbs?" you whine out.
Suguru chuckles, stroking your hair. "Well, we could take a bath and clean you up for you. But it would be a tight squeeze." He says softly, and you crack your eyes open and give a tiny little pout up at him, making him huff out a laugh and smirk. "Spoiled." He murmurs affectionately.
"I got it," Satoru says softly, getting up and stretching before walking over to your bathroom to draw the bath and fill up the tub. You stay with Suguru, sighing out softly as his fingers trail over your body and soothe your muscles.
Everything was peaceful in that moment. Satoru came back when the bath was done, and soon Suguru was scooping you up, and you were all squeezed into your tub, sinking into the warm water and relaxing into your boys as they wash you up and murmur praises about how good you were for them.
Once all clean, they carry you back to bed and put a clean pair of panties on you and one of Suguru's hoodies that he had left at your house some time ago before crawling into bed with you to cuddle and binge-watch dumb, cheesy romance films.
You all knew that they'd have to return to their respective circles eventually. Suguru would go back to his cult, Satoru would go back to the strongest, and you... You would wait for them to come back home. You'd get up and go to your job and work your normal, mundane life until one or both decided to visit you again.
You'd always be their sanctuary, their home where they could pretend that the outside world doesn't exist. For in that little house of yours, they were human. And at the end of the day, human was all they ever wanted to be.
been thinking a lot about nanami being so absolutely down bad for chubby reader who works as an assistant manager and wears pencil skirts and stockings and smiles so sweetly at him that sometimes he needs to find an excuse to be unprofessional and steal a minute to himself to jerk off over the thought of fucking them against a wall with their skirt pushed up to their waist, or sliding his fingers under the garter of their stockings and higher and higher until they're helplessly mewling for him, or opening their prim little blouse and taking handfuls of their soft full chest as he grinds against their ass from behind. thanks for your time.
