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[owwllly]

hug me tighter

[revolvingsaturn]

𝜗𝜚 a satosugu threesome for 3k! does anybody want a trip to Paris…?

| content: gego AND goge x reader dynamics, they kiss (more than once), blowjobs, oral (f.receiving), tongue/slightly unconventional piercings (Geto), throat/face fucking, multiple orgasms, eiffel tower, fingering, dumbification (?), being fucked stupid, creampies, three-way kisses, they eat you out at the same time

wc: 3.8k of pureeeeee smut

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“Heyyyy…” you muse curiously, slumped between your two friends on Gojo’s comfy bedspread, headboard cushioning your spine. Maybe just a little tipsy, glass abandoned on the desk beside two half-drunk bottles of beer, a thought floats its way into your head as you watch the two men interact lazily.

“Have you guys ever, like, kissed?”

You expect them to laugh, shrug it off, maybe ask if you make a habit out of kissing your best friends. Geto smiles serenely from your right, a laugh tugging at his lips, eyes trailing over your face before landing on Gojo. Who, exactly as expected, stares back at his best friend, and mirrors his facial expression with glee.

“Why, would you like us to?” He asks, turning to lean in just a littleeeee closer to Geto’s face, lips parted and eyes watching your reactionary response of flushed cheeks and darting pupils.

You nod shakily. Just once, just enough to confirm, and then you’re watching possibly the most erotic thing of your entire life.

Satoru Gojo is gasping, stuttering, choking out hitched breaths into his best friends' open mouth. His hands shake uncontrollably as he cups Geto's head, shiny hair spilling like watery ink over his fingers.

Geto is mouthing back greedily, grinning knowingly against his face. A lock of hair falls from behind his ear, and it meshes with the kiss; yet neither of them break it, tongues sliding over open mouths and teeth nipping at lips.

You are just… watching. Watching, sitting on Gojo’s bed, unbearably wet, as your two best friends devour each other right in front of you.

Because you asked.

“Suguru…” Gojo breathes, finally breaking the kiss to turn and look at you. His eyes crackle with arousal, cerulean swallowed up by black as his pupils blow when he sees the way your thighs clench together under their shared gaze. “Fuck her mouth.”

“What?” You stutter, backing up against the headboard. It’s not like you don’t want it- you’ve dreamed about this, even, having both of them at the same time (even having one while the other watches would suffice) but you’re downright nervous.

Geto hasn’t even taken his underwear off, just shrugging off his sweats and snapping the waistband against his teasingly dark happy trail, and you’re already painfully aware of how large the bulge behind the fabric is. It's straining against the confines of his clothing as a tiny, damp mark soaks through. Your stomach drops, and your throat constricts- perhaps in subconscious preparation.

“Awh, Satoru…” Geto grins, teeth glinting. “I think she’s nervous.” Your eyes blink shut, hard- maybe when you open them, you’ll be lying in your own bed, alone- but just as needy- and this will all be some perverted dream.

It isn’t.

There’s a soft thudding noise of fabric hitting the floor, and when you crack open your lashes your mouth dries.

His cock hangs between his two sculpted thighs, tanned skin fading into the most delicious shade at his throbbing head as he takes himself into his hand and pumps languidly. Geto is huge- that was to be expected of course, and the beading droplet of pre at his tip was too, but there’s an extra addition to his cock that has you gulping, words cloying in your mouth.

A fucking piercing.

“Surprised?” Geto grins down at you. “You really shouldn’t be… it matches the one on my tongue.” He unfurls the pink muscle from his mouth, letting it point out in the already sex-sticky air of the room.

“Your- ah.” How could you have forgotten? One silver ball, nestled right in the centre of his tongue- and, true to his word, it matches the two proudly bobbing at the shiny tip of his cock. How very coordinated- you have to stop yourself from wondering if he has one to match his earrings.

You switch to more... pressing matters. “That is not,” you insist indignantly, nervously eyeing up the length, let alone girth, of the dick in front of your lips, “fitting inside my throat."

“Oh,” Geto snickers, lightly grasping his base and pumping, “well, I suppose I’ll have to stretch you out then, won’t I?”

You balk, shocked, then your vision snaps automatically down to the hands coasting along your inner thighs. Gojo. He isn’t looking at you, though, he’s too busy being amused- aroused?- at the sight of Geto’s piercings. Plural, you apprehensively correct yourself.

“When did you get that?” He asks, tufts of white tickling your skin as his thumbs run circles over your sticky panties. He pays no mind to the way your breath hitches, aside from one little rut against the duvet.

“A while back.” Geto replies, as if this is a completely casual conversation to be having as his tip bumps at your mouth. “I wasn't too sure at first, but… I think it’s a welcome addition. Wouldn’t you agree, gorgeous?” His small susurration has you throbbing, and Gojo notices, thumb sneaking under the hem of your underwear to rub a teasing stroke across your entrance.

“Um,” you breathe, too distracted by the way his head is routinely beading pre to properly respond. Geto smiles and tilts his breathtakingly pretty face, hair falling in waves.

“Can’t talk?” He grins. “I suppose you won’t be needing to anyway, soon.” You let out a small, involuntary squeak, hips bucking up on instinct as the man between your thighs thumbs over the button of your clit.

“Shh, sweetheart.” Gojo hums against you, hot breath fanning across your clothed cunt. “Ignore Suguru. He’s being mean, isn’t he?” He rolls his eyes. “Just fuck her mouth, Suguru, and stop talking.”

Geto shrugs. “Well, you heard him. Open up, gorgeous.” He doesn’t give you time to answer; his length passes lightly through the fragile barrier of your lips, instantly filling your mouth with a tang of salt.

He prods at the back of your throat and you gag, a thin line of drool already snaking down your chin. He doesn’t wipe it away; in fact, the promise of what you’ll look like totally ruined only spurs Geto on.

“Jesus,” he huffs, running a hand through his silken hair while the other lies on the crown of your head, “Satoru, she’s perfect. Aren’t you, beautiful?” He smiles, then turns his head to look at the tufts of white buried between your quivering thighs.

Gojo is messy. Slobbering all over your cunt like he’s being paid for it, smart tongue alternating between drawing little kanjis (of his name?) over your clit and back down to fuck your pussy with his mouth. Your hands bury in his hair, tugging at the snowy peaks.

“Mmpfh.” He groans out, eyes flickering back in his skull just briefly; two fingers- long, pale, wickedly talented- circle your entrance, before scissoring their way inside you. “That feel good, baby?”

You gag in response, teary eyed and already overstimulated. Geto’s cock marks a cylindrical line down your cheek, poking at the soft tissue of your mouth and coating your tongue in occasional waves of translucent pre.

Riiiipppppp.

And, just like that, your panties lie in a tattered, soaked mess on the floor as Gojo tosses them behind his back- or, tucks them into his pocket? Either way, Geto rolls his eyes in annoyance- and then, he rolls them in bliss as your tongue catches onto the pretty vein marking its way up the underside of his flushed cock.

Gojo is so attentive it’s mean- every time your hips twitch slightly, or you splutter around Geto’s girth, his fingers are right there to soothe; prodding at your sweet spots, feeling up your insides so intimately that you cry out.

“Shit, Suguru,” he pants, lips reddened along with his cheeks, “she looks so fucked out already.”

“Mmm, and she hasn’t even been fucked yet.” He agrees, amethyst eyes dulled as he looks down at you, spit bubbling in the corners of your mouth. “Have you, gorgeous?”

Your eyes wobble with unshed tears.

“Shh, don’t worry,” Geto coos, rutting his hips as he fucks your face. “You just have to take me first, and then I’ll touch you.” You whimper.

Gojo hasn’t stopped once, still burying his mouth into your weeping cunt as his hands claw at your hips. When Geto’s sharp thrusts knock your head back, Gojo’s tongue is there to dull the sting, soothingly rhythmic circles timed with the calculated curl of his fingers inside you.

You don’t get to warn either of them of the orgasm, the honeyed throb in your stomach pulsing through your thighs as they squeeze around Gojo’s head. His hands just grip your legs tighter, shoving and muffling his face deeper into your messy cunt and sucking you through it.

“Yeahhhh,” he groans out from between your legs, “that’s it, pretty- hah, if you keep pulling at my hair like that I might cum before Suguru.” He says when you flop loosely open again, your moans vibrating around Geto’s cock. The metal ball scrapes your throat, an artificial intruder bobbing on the flesh filling your mouth.

The man above you stutters, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he uses the hand cradling your head to wipe away a trickle of cum that makes its way out of your mouth. He pulls back out, delighting in the way a few sloppy strings of spit connect you to his tip.

“Look at that, Satoru.” He hums, leaning down so his face is opposite yours. “She did so well, didn’t she?” Geto smiles, motioning for Gojo to pull himself up.

Geto places a hand behind your head, fingers curling in your hair, while his other tugs lightly on the back of Gojo’s neck until you’re all tangled up in the filthiest kiss of your life.

It’s sickeningly needy from all three sides- Gojo’s tongue mixes with yours, and your mouth tastes of salt; somebody’s lips suck on your tongue, both men moaning as they swap the taste of you between them.

You squeak when Geto’s ringed hand trails down between your thighs, his tongue piercing swiping across your throat in one long, unbroken, torturous whisper of metal against your dampened skin.

It’s also a matter of claim; Geto bites, crescent moon teeth marks left behind. His tongue flicks out to balm the sting, piercing rolling over the flesh. Meanwhile, his fingers are busy working their way through your dewily saturated folds.

“You’re so wet, fuck- Satoru, get up here.”

Gojo grins lopsidedly, wiping away a stray string of saliva. There’s a bite mark adorning his milky shoulder, and you can’t remember if it was you or Geto who put it there. “Thought you’d never ask, Sugu.”

He practically leaps over Geto, already pumping his cock. You gulp dizzily- where Geto is girthy and decorated, his best friend is long. A small patch of hair marks the base, glittering with pre from rutting against the bed. You both watch, glassy eyed and open mouthed, as a tiny bead falls onto your tongue.

Gojo pushes in with one unintentionally brutal, lethal thrust that has your throat burning, saliva pooling in your mouth as you struggle to take him all in one go.

Below, a cool metal band circles around your clit- not pressing down, not yet, just close enough to make you whine and pulse around nothing. “You can wait,” Geto says smoothly, “We wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed so early, would we?”

You can’t respond, and he knows that, but it doesn’t stop him from dragging out the slow push of his two fingers. Every ring stretches you just a little more in a way that has your hips twitching, his thumb marking hearts onto your pulsing clit.

Gojo laughs shakily when your throat constricts around him, eyes locking onto yours. “Holy shit, Suguru,” he rasps, “she is good.”

“Do I ever lie, Satoru?” Is the last thing you hear from Geto’s mouth before a pretty pair of lips is attracting themselves to your clit and sucking, fingers still curling inside you. And oh, how could you have forgotten about the tongue piercing?

Conveniently placed, the tiny ball of metal flicks over your clit and you almost squeal, the noise going straight to Gojo’s cock as he jerks on instinct into your throat.

He hisses, lips caught debauchedly between his pearly teeth as he watches you take everything he gives, his own pre mixing with the traces of Geto’s from before. “Baby, if you keep making noises like that m’gonna cum.” He warns, careening a hand messily through his mop of white hair.

But how could you stop when Geto was doing so well? Two fingers- three? You’ve lost count- buried inside you to the hilt, curling and running over every soaked orifice and not to mention the tongue piercing, flicking so perfectly across your buzzy clit.

“Mmpfh!” Comes your muffled, teary moan from around Gojo’s cock. He hisses when he cums, flooding your throat with the taste of saline and something needy. Unlike Geto, he takes his time withdrawing from your mouth, loving the way your lips stretch lewdly to let him out.

He pats your cheek dotingly, and licks away the tears streaking your face. Turning his head to look expectantly down, Geto- doesn’t move. Doesn’t draw himself up, just smiles against your pussy and beckons Gojo closer.

He follows, grinning the whole way down, until they’re both forcing your thighs wider than before, fingers bruising skin.

“Are- are you both going to-“ you say, voice cracking with soft trepidation.

They don’t have to answer. Not in words, anyway; in perfect unison, they both bury their faces in your cunt, and you gasp at the assault on your senses. Two hands- one on either thigh- pry you open for their hungry mouths.

“Ohmygod, I c-can’t,” you whine, high pitched and overwhelmed, “s’too much-“ your eyes are screwed shut, a hand on each head between your legs. They move at different paces, Geto flicking his piercing- and, occasionally, his ringed fingers- across your clit, Gojo swirling his tongue in and out of your crying entrance.

You crack open one bleary eye, a tear falling down your sweaty temple and blurring with the damp hair plastered in whorls to your prickling skin. Your jaw, unhinged already, drops open; they’re making out again- but this time, it’s against your cunt.

They’re moaning into each other, their own prying fingers and your pussy- tongues tangling with each other, passing over your already throbbing clit, sucking the taste of your slick from the others’ tongue.

“Oh, fuck!” Is all you manage to cry out before you’re sobbing, hurtling head first into another sloppy orgasm. Lines blur and colours pop as you ride it out on their faces, hands pinning your thighs open; it’s all you can do to lie there, hips cantering desperately, as they work you further.

Further and further, until you’re crying real tears and shoving weakly at their heads. They pull back- unnervingly in unison again- and grin at each other, eyes flicking to bitten lips; then, cerulean and amethyst trail back up from your pulsing cunt to your broken face.

And they smile.

“Aw, Suguru,” Gojo grins, face gleaming with a mellifluous mix of slick and spit, “I think we tired her out.”

“No, I don’t think we did.” Geto purrs, hand rubbing soothing, gentle circles onto your inner thigh. “She hasn’t even been fucked yet, have you, gorgeous?”

“N-no.” Comes your shaky response.

Geto smiles. “Well… I suppose I’ll have to fix that, won’t I?”

“Hey!” Gojo scowls, “that’s not fair, when do I get to fuck her full?”

“Language, Satoru.” He tuts, sweeping his hair back into a sleek bun. “Besides, you enjoyed her mouth didn’t you?”

Gojo scoffs. “Yes, obviously, but-“

“Ah-ah, Satoru. First come first served. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You stare at them, almost in disbelief- you’re here, naked (when did that happen?) dripping, arching into their touch and they’re arguing? You clear your throat, and they cease bickering immediately to snap their heads in your direction.

“Suguru…” you say slowly, “I want you to fuck me.” And then, after a brief hesitation and swallowing to ease your slightly bruised throat, “…Satoru can have my mouth.”

Geto beams at you like you’ve just solved all of his problems, eyes turning into deceivingly cute, happy half-moons as he manhandles you onto all fours. You flip over nervously, unable to see him as he holds onto your hips from behind. "I always knew you'd make the right decision, pretty." Geto praises.

"You sound like Nanami." Gojo whines, standing across from you on the opposite side of the mattress, muttering something about how it’s his bed and he should get to fuck you. Immature.

The word flashes through your mind briefly, before anything else is knocked out of you when Geto fills you with one deep, devastating punch. You gasp, mouth falling open around something between a moan and a scream as his tip bobs at your cervix.

“Hah…” Geto groans, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing. “Two orgasms in, and you’re still this tight f’me?”

Not to be outdone- even in fucking, apparently- Gojo surges forwards too, and you choke. He was just so large- you already knew that, of course, the drool drying on your chest was evidence- but like this, this angle, of him fucking your mouth?

You moan out, somewhere between Geto vehemently filling your insides and Gojo gagging your throat.

“Oh?” Gojo snickers, looking down at you like he isn’t using your scalp as leverage to ram his cock into your mouth, like he isn’t getting inexplicably harder, hotter, at the sound of you struggling to take him. “Something wrong, baby?”

Your waterline hums with tears as your gaze fuzzes into fading wobbles, your thighs spread apart as Geto fucks your throat right back into Gojo. Your nose bumps at his pelvis everytime you take him fully, salt beading and dripping down your face.

You’re drivelling weakly, held up by the sheer force they’re exerting; a rhythm has been developed, one of saccharinity and ruin- there’s no second you can have to breathe, no second you aren’t being filled from both ends.

“You’re doing well for us, beautiful.” Geto huffs out from behind you, hips smacking into your ass until red blossoms across the skin. A hand comes up to brush your loose hair away from your curved spine, fingers tracing the skin with reverence.

“Mmm, you are.” Gojo coos, lolling his head back and giggling.

Praise falls onto deaf ears- there’s a faint ringing coming from somewhere within, the film over your eardrums thudded through with rhythmic slaps of skin on skin.

Glossy strings of pearly white drool from your entrance, puddling onto Gojo’s mattress in parallel movements with the messy trails of spit dribbling from your lips.

“Suguru…” Gojo says, voice cracking into a groan, “I still think it’s unfair you get to fuck her.”

Does he ever stop?!

“Satoru, I think it’s inadequate how long I got to eat her pussy, but I’m not- oh, shit, squeeze me again, good girlllll- not complaining.”

“Why, do you need a refresher?” Gojo says again, voice floaty in your ears. Huh? Surely Geto wasn’t gonna pull out, not when he was rutting like he was about to cum-

“Yeah, maybe I do.”

Your rhetorical question is answered as they kiss again. This time, above you- but neither pull out, they just ram themselves back into you from either end; the noises are obscene, debauched gagging mixing with moans and kissing.

You can’t see from where you are, eyes rolled back in perpetual arousal and jaw slack around Gojo’s base as he buries himself to the hilt; Geto sits fully hilted inside you, his piercing scraping your velvety, soft walls like he’s trying to mould them to his shape.

“Fuck-“ Gojo sputters, “she’s sucking so hard- m’gonna cum-“

“Do it, then.” Geto answers breathlessly, his hands still holding firm on your boneless hips as he keeps eye contact with his best friend. “Fill her throat.”

He does- a sticky wave soaks your throat, saliva cushioning the sputters you gasp out when Gojo hisses and holds your mouth flush to his pelvis. For the third time tonight, you’re swallowing the same lewd cocktail of spit and orgasm.

“Yeahhhhh, yeah that’s it, baby,” Gojo praises quietly, withdrawing his cock from your bruised lips. A hand pushes away the hair plastered to your face as he gently lowers your upper body down onto the sheets.

You’d be ready to fall asleep, almost, if it wasn’t for the man still fucking into you; his plummy tip scours your insides, searching for that sweet gummy spot he knows exists and-

“Oh, oh fuck!” You wail into the mattress, hands clawing uselessly at the sheets. Every thrust Geto gives sends you reeling up the bed, skin damp and soaked in a thin sheen of sweat- it isn’t all your own, either, and neither is it all sweat.

There’s a filthy lacquer of cum, drool and tears coating your face as you drivel a line of pathetically dumb saliva. All you can do is stay there, arched prettily, as Geto uses you like a doll.

“M’gonna cum, gorgeous,” he pants, “need you to cum too, just once more, okay?”

Keening, sucking him in with feverish little bucks of your hips- who could ask Suguru Geto to refuse? Of course, he has to lean down and rub at your clit with his ringed fingers, and of course he has to fill your needy cunt with so much cum it splashes onto the sheets!

Your own orgasm strikes you almost as quickly, and you scream into it, hair tangled in both men’s hands. It’s all consuming, muscles taut and stomach flexing, clit practically pulsing at all the stimulation. You wail something sinful, crossed between a moan, a plea, and a garbled cry of both names.

Geto slowly pulls out with an awkwardly loud squelch; cum seeps out into a messy puddle, your cunt fluttering around nothing- two pairs of hands hold your skin softly, rolling you onto your back to lie between them.

Gojo speaks first. “So… same time next week?”

“I’m not gonna be able to walk for a week.” You rasp, throat scratchy.

“Or talk, apparently.” Geto laughs, reaching for his forgotten beer on the side and slipping off his sticky rings with a grimace. Your legs tangle with Gojo's, both men rubbing lazily at the bruises blossoming across your skin in a form of quiet apology- your hair is ruined, mascara staining your cheeks messily, cum still leaking from between your legs, panties stolen.

For a moment, you lie there as a trio- all fucked out, mouths tasting of each other, dripping with sweat. It’s content, almost. The room smells of sex, and something electronic hums on in the background, bedsheets ruffling as you halfheartedly kick away the tangled mess of clothing near your feet.

Gojo nuzzles his face into your neck, bicep looping around your ticklish waist, and you almost laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “…can I fuck you next time?”

You groan and roll over to face Geto instead.

“No, I’m serious! It was my bed-“

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Stsg

[mydark-impulse]

Born to be high school girls, forced to be jujutsu sorcerers

They’re too bbg for this world

[ysaefinn]

˚₊‧꒰ა"You'll learn your lesson"໒꒱ ‧₊˚

DILF!S.Geto x DILF!S.Gojo x Overworked AFAB!reader.

contains.ᐟ.ᐟ: MDNI!!; Age gap; Threesome; Preestablished safe word; Overstimulation; Full nelson and mating press...at the same time; Anal; Double penetration; Creampie; Cockwarming; Sprinkles of breeding kink; They call themselves your husbands at one point; they're mad :")

A/N: art by amedamakusuri2 // more dilfs on the m.list <3

synopsis.ᐟ.ᐟ: "Get plenty of sleep, baby" "Make sure to eat well, sweetheart" "Don't overwork yourself, my love" All your boyfriends want is to see you happy and healthy. But when you're outright refusing to listen and keeping a distance to top it off. Don't be surprised them they pounce to drill the lesson through you once they get the chance.

It feels like you're being disciplined.

Or maybe just punished. It doesn't feel like any lessons are being taught here.

"Just one more." They said that before your last orgasm, and the one before, and the one before that one too. You've lost track after the third.

You knew you'd be wrecked in five minutes just from the way their greedy hands ripped your delicate little panties off, before kneading and rubbing you all over. Oh how they've missed you.

Suguru finishes inside you with a deep groan, pumping his hot cum and fucking it back inside you in an effort to help you ride out your high as well. He straightens his back and flexes his muscles, sighing out of relief granted by the motion.

Sparkling beads of sweat slide down his toned body. Despite his age, neither man has ever found trouble keeping themselves in shape, and now that you're around, it's not like they'd let themselves go.

Hands hands hands, all over you.

Hands moving up and down your spread legs, hands holding your wrists together over your head, hands stimulating your flushed chest, hands rubbing comforting circles around your sore clit, hands wrapping around your neck to pull into sloppy messy kisses. It's too much, everything feels like too much, you don't get a second to breathe, but that's how they've always been. So intense, suffocating with their love -what they call their protection- it makes perfect sense for them to figure out what you were up to "behind their backs".

Honestly, did you really think you could pull this off on them of all people? Two men old enough to be your dads, with years and years of experience under their belts. Of course, they'd read sweet little you like an open book.

They know you're stressed, they know you're tired. But isolating yourself? Cooping yourself away in your own house that isn't a home anymore? Neglecting to take care of yourself? Skipping meals? Depriving yourself of proper sleep? Depriving them of their sweet little darling? That obviously wouldn't go well.

Not after all the talks you've had about this very same thing. All they ask is that you treat yourself kindly. They are patient, they understand, really they do! But if they're being honest, they're quite sick of your antics. You'll learn your lesson one way or the other for sure. Even if it means they'll have to get mean. If you want to be tired and scatterbrained all the time from countless hours of work, then all you had to do was ask, they'll gladly fuck the stubbornness out of you.

And here you are, pressed tight between two frustrated men. You'd think you'd be having the time of your life really, it feels so so good your brain registers nothing but your boyfriends' heavy love. But god are they making sure you feel their disappointment, their anger is evident in each deep stroke, their refusal to give you a moment of rest, and how they only speak to you to scold you, or tell you to take what they provide. Every time a fat unforgiving tip kisses your cervix your stomach churns.

"MmHmm you're s-ah-! being So m-mean F-fuUHck!!!" A harsh cruel hand comes down on your poor red ass. The blue-eyed man behind you keeping you in a tight grueling full nelson responds "Awh poor little dear" Satoru coos "Thought we ah! ah! ah! said no talking, sweetheart" and Fuck are they serious about this.

Suguru recovers from his orgasm in no time and kneels to bury his face in your soaked pussy. Savoring his treat, he makes out with your glistening sex in an excruciatingly slow pace. Satoru peeks at his husband from over your shaking sweaty shoulder, and he chuckles at the way the long-haired man gently runs his hand over your red cheeks in comforting rubs before shoving his thumb into your asshole, preventing his husband's cum from leaking out any further.

His face is covered in proof of their claim over you by the time he sits back up to share with his husband. Satoru eagerly leans in for the kiss that is all tongue and teeth, they both moan into each other's mouths, something they know drives you crazy and you'd usually whine and tug at them the moment their attention is diverted from you, just not this time. It's too much all at once, their attention is hard to handle even when they're being sweet and gentle to you, you're half grateful you get to breathe normally again. But still, it's hard not to be the pouty spoiled princess they're trying so hard to make of you.

All you can do is clench around the air, hoping they don't hear how desperate you somehow still are. The wetness of your cunt is not having it however. The sound of your beedy squelching makes the two men perk up and look down your way once more - a string of all of your collective juices keeping their lips connected- Their heavy gazes land on you. And your face goes from fucked out and blissful to a frightened flustered helpless little kitten yet again.

They just can't help but be so fond, smile so sweetly. Maybe for a second forget what all of this is for.

"Sweet thing" Suguru begins "my precious angel" he reaches back and presses his thumb on your clit a few times, "my love" he switches to his pointer and middle fingers when you jolt up and strokes the small bundle of nerves at a nice slow pace, applying the perfect pressure to have you calm, drowsy and happy.

"How many times do we have to fucking repeat this?"

It's the soft tone in which he speaks that's scary. His words feel like a bucket of ice-cold water being dumped on your warm shoulders, you almost feel betrayed. Suguru is never anything but nurturing to you, you've never even heard him curse until now. And of course it had to be now of all times.

Satoru reaches over to grab you by the waist off the bed and onto his lap. Sliding you down on his cock bit by bit, your wetness making the penetration easy as pie, and yet you still shudder and yelp on the long way down. Once he's buried to the hilt inside your warmth, he places his chin on the top of your head after placing a hard lingering kiss on your cheek, and turns to address his husband.

(You're honestly glad he saved you)

"Come on now, Sugu. this isn't the way!" Yeah, he's a good man. He's always been your favorite anyway.

Suguru seems deep in thought. Part of him finds it impossible not to indulge you, but he's still oh so so very angry. It really does hurt his heart to be upset at you of all people. He huffs and turns away.

And your heart breaks a little.

The white haired older man presses himself against you closer with his cock still inside your warm sore hole, and begins to rub his cheek against the crown of your head, pressing small kisses he's been holding back for the sake of the punishment all over. Your brain is falling back asleep at the feeling, completely relaxing to your boyfriend's hums and the warmth of his breath. It just goes to show how fully you trust the both of them. They should probably pardon all of your crimes for that alone.

"Talking hasn't gotten us anywhere clearly" oh... "They only seem to respond to a good pounding, don't you sweetheart?" Oh....There really is no way out.

The long haired man turns back to face his husband, looking less tense than a second ago. If only that bode well for you.

He moves closer to the two of you before taking hold of your waist with his significantly larger hands and rubbing you all over. The fatigue, the sensitivity, the fat cock inside you, and now the tender contact make it all feel like too much at once and you shudder violently. Suguru only smiles.

"We're only worried for you. You know that, right?" The change of tone from previously has you a little confused. You just stare blankly.

"Hm?" Suguru's hands move down to your thighs, gently tracing on the trembling flesh, taking his time to admire your being before sliding one thumb down to pick up where he left off. You while and screw your eyes back shut when he starts to apply pressure on your poor puffy clit. They want an answer, you want to deliver, you want to be good for them. But it's just so hard to even hold eye contact.

But they really aren't having it. And they are both very much still upset.

Satoru's large bony hand wraps around your neck and lifts your head back up "Nope. No running away~" he adjusts you and himself to kiss you hard on the lips, an unnecessary reminder that you're still not yet off the hook. The way his tongue presses hard and invasively against your own, saliva leaking from the sides of your lips. You're having trouble breathing right. It's a mess all around. But they've always thought you looked your best drowning in what they provided.

Suguru's attention snaps back from his two lovers and back to your -seemingly- lonely clit again, and he continues where he left off.

Two large finger pads are back to rolling the bright pink throbbing nub at a slow intimate pace. You shoot up from your position against Satoru and moan high and loud in his mouth. Said man's cock responds by twitching in deep inside your warmth, and he begins to knead and squish your tummy. And coupled with Suguru's excruciatingly slow circling. You swear you can feel butterflies fluttering in your womb, about to burst through your stomach.

It's just all too much.

"Satoru. Do you think they can cum like this?" Suguru sounds like he's smiling. The addressed man finally separates from you after one last bite to your lower lip. His eyes half lidded, face flushed, he pants for a second before breaking into his grin.

"Of course they can" Satoru says, sounding breathless and raspy "My baby can do anything when pushed right" he pulls you again by the neck to peck your lips gently before sliding his thumb inside and keep you busy "Because they're always so good for us, right?" But they get a little carried away sometimes." He sighs dramatically "If only they listened"

They're just too good at this. Manipulating your emotions however they please. You understand that it's coming from a place of love and concern, but being scolded still makes you feel so small.

Suguru's quickening pace snaps you out of your thoughts, and you bite down on Satoru's lips out of reflex. The white haired man groans "It's true, sweet thing" he coos yet still sounds somewhat firm "You don't always know what's good for you" and they're right, they really are! Why else would it get to this point? Wait- huh?!

They are actually getting to you better than you had thought.

Suguru presses harder and harder before removing all pressure for a second then going back. His pace alternates from fast to slow. You don't know what's coming until that familiar knot in your stomach starts to form again. Satoru pulls his wet fingers out of your mouth.

"I- I'm g-gah!! I'm gonn-na cu-!!"

Suguru moves forward to meet your lips this time. His kiss is not as aggressive as his husband's. If anything it feels like he's teasing you, like a weak thread is what's keeping you both connected. Somehow it makes the crashing feeling of meeting your peak feel much more intense, and your vision goes blank as you cum with Satoru's cock nestled deep inside. He shudders and groans at the feeling of your warm juices dripping down all over him, and grips your stomach harder. Focused on not falling apart just like you did.

"But don't you worry, sweetie" Suguru starts to speak again. "It ends today" he wraps his hands around your waist and lifts you off Satoru's throbbing girth with impressive ease. Before aligning your cum filled asshole back with his husband's dick. Satoru takes hold of your thighs to help you sink down better.

You regain some awareness once Satoru's fat tip starts to penetrate your ass for the second time. Despite the stretch being a breeze, your arms fly to wrap around Suguru's neck for support and comfort. How ironic, maybe you should do that more often.

Suguru takes your thighs back from Satoru's hold once you've finished settling in and places them over his shoulders. He moves closer to the both of you. Forcing you into a lying position on top of his husband's broad chest and toned abs, then thrusting into your swollen wet cunt, making you take each thick -punishing- inch at the same time. And your brain goes completely blank.

They waste no time in thrusting inside you in unison. So close, so full, so much- too much of them. You can feel them both pounding inside of you, they're so synchronized that they feel like a single entity, but you can also make the distinction. They taste different but they're united in loving too much, too hard, too aggressively.

It feels like your purpose has always been to be caged between them, and receive what they give.

"Aw Sugu, I think we've broken them"

"That's good, no more breaking the rules then"

They've got you pressed flush against their chests. Suguru's plump chest stimulates your sore needy nipples. Satoru's hand slithers between your bodies to tease your clit with subtle feather-light touches you barely feel.

You lie between the pair as they fuck you senseless into staying. Maybe if they do a good enough job, you'd stay over the whole day tomorrow, maybe you'd even let them dote on you, hopefully you'd still be too fucked out to push back or protest.

The thought only adds more fuel to the fire and they pick up the pace. Wet slapping noises fill the room, something that usually renders you embarrassed and rushing to hide your face in one of the men's necks, if only you could register anything.

"You've got some nerve," you think that sounds like Satoru "Shutting your husbands out like that. You have no idea how worried we were" and he sounds very venomous, the tension of the situation and sex high making both men emotional.

Suguru sits back up for a better angle. And you can see that his jaw is clenched tight. His gaze feels cold and disappointed. Two orbs of amber looking right through your soul. It's adding an extra layer of vulnerability, making you feel even more stripped and small, you feel like a misbehaving little cat caught at the crime scene with shattered pieces of their favorite vase.

You're not proud to admit, but the visual makes you clench harder. And you're not confident you can last any longer. Definitely not with Satoru's aggressive fast pace, and Suguru's meticulous precise hard thrusts.

Suguru kneels back down -sandwiching you back in the process- to sloppily make out with his husband. The wet sounds coupled with their groaning and moaning as well as Suguru's soft, fat, plump tits suffocating and smudging your tears all over your face gave you just the push you needed for your pussy to flutter one last time around Suguru. And he reaches back down to press down hard on your womb with his much larger palm. You immediately crumble.

A loud pornographic moan rips through your throat, barely muffled by your boyfriend's weight on your face while you coat your man's cock in your juices, and feel them leak down on Satoru's restless veiny length. They follow suit shortly after, fucking your needy pussy through your high before drowning your holes in their cum in unison with a groan and a smooth exhale. Loading you up nice and full in their warm, sticky strings then picking up the pace higher again to fuck their love juices back inside you with so much force that they could only be thinking of children.

You all lay there sweating and panting. Satoru is back to placing mindless kisses on the crown of your head while Suguru's thumb gently teases the skin of your hips. And you're just so utterly fucked out, you can barely feel the gentle affection. The long haired older man sits back up with your soft, worn out body in his arms. He bites back a coo at the sight of your tired half-lidded eyes then begins to kiss your tears away and places a chaste kiss on your forehead before separating you fully from Satoru's cock.

You shiver and whine from the soreness and loss of warmth while the man beneath you lets out a shaky breath before sighing and sitting up to lean on his elbows.

"My baby" Suguru coos, he doesn't sound breathless or tired. Definitely still has it in him to go a couple more rounds, and you know the same goes for Satoru. "Just what am I going to do with you, hm?" He presses you to his chest and cages you in place with his arms. Just what you need.

"Our sweet restless angel" Satoru sits back up fully to join the embrace. Resting his entire weight on the two of you. And it feels so nice, you feel safe and grounded and secure and even redeemed! It's finally over. They're not mad at you anymore, they're gonna run you a bath, massage you right, wrap you up in their clothes, kiss you all over, and tell you how silly you've been and to never scare them like that again, and it'll be the end of it! No more disappointed glares no more tongue clicking no more-

The warmth disappears and two pairs of hands flip you over in an arching position, one takes hold of the back of your head to bring your messy tear streaked face down against a firm mass of thighs. A long kiss is placed on the flesh before his pelvis presses against the fat of your ass. Large fingers spread your ass cheeks to trace your sloppy abused wet holes.

You jolt back up only to be immediately brought back down by Suguru's hand on the back of your neck.

"It's alright" Satoru's fat tip glides up and down your glazed folds, "We'll make sure it never happens again. Don't you worry" He thrusts in all at once.

"Just one more."