▶︎︎ Wet Frames (starring . nerdjo & nerdcho)
synopsis . In which flirting with your tutors goes oh so horribly right wrong. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), forgotten tutoring sesh, dirty talk, a "hint" of chojo, they both talk you through it, squirting, inappropriate use of glasses(?), praise, degrading, men kissing, fake confidence, loots of teasing, hot guys w glasses, a bit of cockiness here and there, overstim, jealousy, they kinda fight over you (just a lil bit), flirting, etc.
word count . 7.4k || author's note: This is a repost from kamitv, if it looks familiar, that's why. banner art from "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako".
With a soft clack to your kitchen countertop, your pencil couldn't have fallen from your fingers any faster. You can't do it anymore. You can't focus.
You should’ve known better than to invite two hot guys over to your place to study.
With Gojo sitting so closely to your right, lanky leg brushing over yours every now 'n then, his perfect hands soothing just past yours to point at something, and voice as calming and directive as they come. Not to mention how good he smelled. Whatever he was wearing oozed in this rich scent that made your head spin and your figure shift against the island stool you sat on..
Being the most recently spoken, he’s the first to notice your wavering focus. Looking at you with a gentle tilt of his head, "You uh, you alright?"
Your eyes flicker over to his own the moment he decides to part those naturally glossed lips of his again—gaze focusing solely on the faint, but evermore pretty curve that lifts the corners of his lips into a soft grin. Staring, gaping almost, your words come sputtering out past your lips, “Yeah, no, I’m fine. Jus’ can’t seem to focus.”
“Why’s that?” Comes chiming in from the man sitting to your left in a rasped tone that makes your back stiffen. If Gojo’s presence wasn't distracting enough, then you should maybe just ignore the way Choso's equally as curious about your lack of focus as he is.
One hot tutor is fine, but two? Yeah, you were fucked—and not in the way you’d like (yet).
“Well,” You roll your eyes over to your left and make contact with Choso’s curious pupils, one of his brows quirking just barely over the reading glasses sitting center at the bridge of his tattooed nose. “We’ve been at it for like two hours with no break.” You explain to the duo.
Gojo slips a notably scarred hand up to the bridge of his glasses and gives them the faintest push upward along his sharp nose. It was such a subtle adjustment and yet even more of your attention was captured anyway. Which is why you look back over to him and nearly flinch at the instant eye contact.
Those cerulean eyes of his are as sharp as ever as they scan over the entirety of your face. Gojo’s got scratches and scars all over his face, trailing down to his neck, and it makes you wonder what the hell he’s doing outside of class…
“We took a break earlier, no?” He asked, tipping his head further to the side to meet eyes with Choso for a hot second.
The brunette shrugs in agreement, “Pretty sure we did.”
Then both of them look at you and you sink back into your chair, crossing your arms over one another and searching the counter ahead for something-, anything else to settle your gaze onto instead of them. You felt like you were being stripped of every flimsy fabric clinging to your person and neither of them had even done anything aside from look at you, expecting some kind of logical explanation to come from you any moment now.
Though, you didn’t exactly have one. What are you supposed to say? ‘Oh, I can’t focus because both of you smell and look ridiculously good.’ As if.
Instead, you reply to them with a shrug of your own and lift your eyes upward in thought, “The break wasn’t long enough,” You explain with an irritated exhale. “All this studying is overworking my brain.”
Poking his lower lip out a bit, Gojo tuts, “Hmph. So, you wanna do something else?”
Your head turns to him and you blink. “Like what?”
A shade of pink instantly coats his cheeks and now he’s the one finding something on the table to focus his eyes on, “W-Well I dunno, I didn’t exactly have anything in mind…”
You let off a scoff and then quickly turn over to your left.
“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one who needed a break or suggested we do anything else.” Choso quickly breathes out before dropping his eyes to the book in front of him.
And this is exactly what you dealt with almost every other day for the past few weeks—both of them getting weirdly shy at the most absurd moments. It never made any sense to you. You didn’t even do anything; why were they the shy ones? Perhaps it was because they were in your apartment this time? Who knows.
With a sassed roll of your eyes, you push to stand up, “Well, you two should go ahead ‘n leave then...”
“What?” Gojo’s heard gasping dramatically as his head lifts to trail your every movement with his cerulean gaze, “But you have four hours with us.”
Then, before you could even try to get any sort of reply out past your lips, here comes Choso, lightly nudging you on your leg with the end of his pencil as he too looks up at you, “Yeah, you can’t just tap out on us halfway through.”
His words ring throughout the air for a hot second before you slowly look at him with perked brows, eyes searching his own for a direct clarification regarding the context in which he meant that.
Gulping, a shade of red coats the tips of his ears as he quickly turns his head to the side, “I-I don’t mean it like that, I just…”
While his words fade off, Gojo comes back in and suavely keeps up with whatever vibe had just entered the atmosphere between you three just now. “He could mean it like that if you wanted him to though,” He says with a shrug while leaning back against his rather uncomfortable stool.
Choso chokes and his doe-like brown eyes frantically fawn over to his tutoring partner, “What—”
“Seriously?” You breathe out, glancing back and forth between the two.
Both of them lock eyes with one another before redirecting their eyes back to you. Gojo’s got a smirk on his face but Choso looks nervous.
A soft exhale leaves Gojo’s nose and he leans up, moving to rest his head against his knuckles as he props his arm up against the countertop—glasses slipping down a bit with his movements, “Why do you look interested?”
You focus on him for a second and you think your brain begins to lag, “I-I’m not—”
“Oh.” Choso hums, sounding almost disappointed.
You redirect back over to him, “No, I mean-, oh my God,” Your eyes roll and you lift a single hand to wipe over your face, “Can you guys not do this?”
“Do what?” They ask in sync.
With an almost defeated sigh, you simply plop back down into your seat. It’s almost annoying how they can be so hot and yet so clueless at the same time. Or perhaps they were just pretending to be oblivious, who knows.
“Tappin’ back in?” Gojo teases, earning a glare from you. To which his lips curve up into a smirk and his eyes lower a little, “So you really are interested then?”
Well, it’s not like you ever said you weren’t, right? Honestly, look at the two guys for a second. Who wouldn’t be interested? On one hand, you have Gojo Satoru, a staggering six feet three inches tall, as clumsy as they come, eyes bluer than the Pacific, hair as soft ‘n fluffy as ever, and above all else; as sexy as a man could ever be.
Then… there was Choso. The complete opposite in terms of aesthetics. Long dark hair, chocolatey brown eyes, an inked face, a bit less clumsy but definitely looks shy as hell, and of course, just as handsome as your other tutor.
And of course, they both wore these annoyingly whorish frames—you weren’t sure if they were even prescribed or not but either way, the display of those slutty glasses resting so perfectly on both of their faces did nothing more than intrigue you to no end. Which is why you always leave these sessions feeling oh so distracted.
Eventually, you sigh and move to pull out your phone, checking the time briefly. “We have two hours left, right?” You ask softly.
“Sure do,” Choso replies, a sudden confidence sparking within his tone.
“Okay, so… let’s say I am interested,” You suggest with a gentle voice, the sound almost careful as you glance between the two guys. Their entire undivided attention was focused solely on you and fuck was it just as nerve-wracking as any other time they stared at you in sync. “...Now what?”
It’s quiet for a few beats, as if both men were trying to process what you just said and wrap their minds around it. The fact that your question came out so genuine took them both by surprise, despite their teasing.
Gojo’s the first to crack the silence since he’s the one who’s been egging this on the most, “Wait, w-what?” He stammers all of a sudden, trying not to flinch out of nervousness when you focus on him, and clearing his throat afterwards.
You lean toward him and crack a smirk. He’s kinda cute when he’s nervous, you could practically read it all over his face that he wasn’t expecting you to agree, “You heard me. I asked what happens now that I am interested?”
“Oh, I was uh,” He averts his eyes elsewhere, “I was just fuckin’ with you…”
Your expression falls flat, and you almost immediately grow irritated by the way he led you on like that. “Really? But, you were just so confident a few seconds ago,” The way you’re still looking directly at him is making this bothersome wave of heat creep up against his neck, blood rushing to his cheeks again as he unknowingly blushes, hard. “What happened, Satoru?”
“Please,” Gojo breathes out, clearing his throat to hide the near-submissive tone he’d just taken, “Don’t… don’t say my name like that.”
You blink. “Like what?”
Grumbling something beneath his breath, Gojo turns his head to look past you and at Choso—as if to silently request his help. Choso meets his gaze instantly and then your head turns back to the brunette, who feels his breath hitching in his throat with the intimidating eye contact you greet him with.
“What?” You breathe out, trying to figure out why both of them keep looking at each other like that. “One second you two are teasing me but then when I wanna go through with it, you both back out. Why?”
Bashfully, Choso moves a calloused hand to scratch at the back of his neck, “It was just some harmless teasing, we didn’t expect you to uhm… Well, I didn’t think you’d actually be interested.”
“Me neither,” Gojo throws in, “I just saw that look on your face and started saying whatever came to mind…”
You turn to him, “What look?”
A lump is suddenly caught in his throat and for whatever reason, talking to you is so hard now that he knows you’re interested in pressing forward with all the teasing. “It’s in your eyes,” He murmurs to you, “You start looking away from us and then your tone softens as if you’re afraid to get the words out—like you’re afraid to let us hear you.”
Batting your lashes at the man, you can’t help but sit there and stare at him all dumbfoundedly. He… pays attention to you that much? This is the same guy who was just blushing like an idiot two seconds ago, right?
“Y-Yeah,” Of course Choso’s throwing his two cents in next, as if he only gains confidence after Gojo says something worth piggybacking off of. “But then you’ll do that thing with your eyes and look at us like you wanna…”
“Wanna what?” You press. You were finally getting somewhere with this. It seemed like acting clueless here would be your best bet.
He rolls his shoulders back a bit in an attempt at maintaining his confidence before just barely meeting your expectant eyes, “You give this, like, seductive look. Like you wanna eat us alive, and not in a cannibalistic way.”
Snorting, you can’t help but break out a smile at that. “You can just say I look at you like I wanna fuck, y’know.”
His head turns away entirely, and you catch just how reddened his ears are.
“...It’s a bit intimidating,” Gojo tells you, “I prefer the other way you look at me.”
You go to turn back to him, but just as you do, you’re met with him standing now, towering over you in a way that makes you feel small—despite the pink still decorating that angelic face of his.
Gojo leans down a little to you and tilts his head, “Like that, I like that expression.”
You simply gape up at him, “Why?”
You can see his confidence faltering a bit once your question hits his ears but, he's trying… “Well,” Gojo lets his eyes trail along your face before shrugging, giving his best attempt at sounding like he knows what he’s doing. “It’s hot.”
“Yeah?” You suddenly purr, making him want to fall to his knees before you all over again. One change in your tone, and he’s ready to adhere to your every wish and desire in the blink of an eye.
You open your mouth to tease him some more but the sound of your chair moving against the floor behind you makes you angle your head back to see Choso standing and drawing himself closer to the two of you. “That’s not fair,” He pouts a little, leaning in closer to you. “I wanna see the expression Satoru gets to see.”
It can be a bit overwhelming to have two hot guys standing so close to you like this, both gazing at you as if your every faint facial shift was the thread holding together their very lifeline. Slowly, Choso moves a hand around to tip your head back to him fully and his body grazes your backside in the process.
Whispering, “Is this it, Satoru?” Choso asks.
Gojo tilts his head a little more to get a better look at the way you’re holding eyes with Choso and then he nods, “Yeahh, that’s the look.”
You gulp and Choso lets a hum vibrate deep against his throat, “Then you’re right,” His fingers start slipping down your jawline and to your neck as he leans in a little more, “It is hot.”
Gojo lifts a careful hand next and finds his fingers taking your chin into his hold and pulling your attention back to him. “Hey,” He coos, “Don’t forget about me, yeah?”
You swallow thickly. You could feel Choso creeping even closer behind you, the tip of his nose soon grazing the side of your neck while Gojo remained in front of you—staring down at your lips completely unashamed.
“You said you were interested, right?” Gojo asks, closing whatever distance remained between his frame and your own.
You could feel your body heating up already just from finding yourself sandwiched in between the two guys like this. How did you end up here again…?
You nod, just barely. “Yeah, but are the two of you just teasing me again or…” Gojo slips the tip of his thumb up to trace the outline of your lower lip and you almost forget to finish your statement. “Or are you ready to follow through this time?”
“Depends,” Gojo cracks a smirk you’ve never seen on him before and then weighs himself close enough so that his minty breath is tickling the skin of your lips, “Do you want us to follow through?”
Before giving you the chance to reply to that, Choso slithers his touch down to your waist and gives you a featherlight squeeze, “You really wanna know how long you can last with us before tapping out?” He asks shyly, referring to the earlier statement that started this whole thing, “Y’know we’re not gonna let you give up halfway through.”
Gulping, “I think…” Suddenly, your hands start moving, and you place one overtop of Choso’s, and the other slips up a bit to tug on Gojo’s blue cardigan. “Both of you should have a little more faith in me.”
And then you’re pushing your lips against Gojo’s and he’s letting out a whorish moan into your mouth—both caught off guard and relieved at the sensation of finally getting to feel the same lips he shamefully stares at during every study session. You kiss the man like you’re hungry for him and it makes his knees weak in seconds, mind spinning at the reality of finally being able to kiss you.
When you do pull away, it’s only to quickly turn your head back to Choso and crash your lips onto his, readjusting your hands against both of them to tug them closer to you by their shirts.
While your lips work against Choso’s, he’s letting off this whine into your mouth as if he’d never been touched before—especially with the way you were holding onto his shirt to keep him from pulling away. All as Gojo angles his focus to your neck and feels your own little groans vibrating against your throat in the midst of receiving double the attention.
Gojo fights the urge to pull your lips back to his own and you feel his mouth spread over your skin just mere seconds before he bites down. In surprise, you end up gasping in Choso’s mouth and he uses that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in. In that moment you felt like you needed some kind of control here.
Choso was pushing deeper into your mouth and Gojo was leaving marks all over your neck. Naturally, you let your hand reach down and grab the twitching bulge Gojo’s been hiding for far too long now. At that, he snatches his mouth away from your neck with a reddened face and a hitched gasp.
His lashes bat and he lets his eyes fall to your hand that’s trailing the outline of his hard cock. “Fuck,” Gojo breathes, falling right back into your neck and letting his hips rock into your hand while you touch him.
Your other arm wraps around Choso’s neck and you feel him smile into the kiss for only a split second and then his hand meets your throat to keep you from pulling away this time. Gojo adjusts slightly and presses small kisses into your shoulder before moving as far as to kiss Choso’s fingers.
It’s only because of that as to why you feel Choso’s hand leave you and he finally breaks the kiss. When your eyes open, you find Choso’s eyes focused just past you and your head oh-so-curiously turns just to see Gojo sucking on the tip of his thumb now. You unintentionally squeeze his cock through the layers of his clothing and Gojo’s moans before parting his lips and taking Choso’s thumb into his mouth fully.
“Shit,” Choso whispers, pressing the pad of his thumb against Gojo’s tongue to watch the unbelievably slutty expression the man makes in reaction.
In the midst of that, you let your hand pull away from Gojo’s crotch and try to slide it past his waistband. Just when the faintest bit of your fingers graze his bare skin, he tugs his mouth away from Choso’s hand and turns right into you to distract you with another kiss.
While his lips run over yours, he takes your wrist and instead guides you over toward Choso, who takes your hand and drags it down his body until you reach his erection. “I need your attention too, y’know,” He comments, feeling the way you respond by running your hand over his outline just like you did with Gojo.
Though, it almost seemed like you were trying to feel the difference between the two. Especially with the way you smile into your current kiss.
The moment you do, Gojo tugs away and scoffs. “You’re having too much fun with this,” He whispers.
Choso’s lightly pressing his hips into your palm but he’s nodding, “Way too much fun.” He adds on.
Despite their collective realization, both of the men are panting and blushing a bit more than they even realize. They both look as though this is the most they’ve felt of a woman in forever and the mix of starvation and desperation in their eyes is driving you insane.
You open your mouth to say something against their claims but Gojo speaks before you can, “You can feel how badly we want it but..”
Choso picks up right where Gojo leaves off, “Makes’ us wonder how worked up all this has you.”
You’re swallowing something down before you even realize you are, probably nerves as you feel your face heat up. You think you liked them both a little bit more when they were the nervous ones. Taking a deep breath, “I–”
“Show us,” Gojo cuts off.
To which Choso leans closer, “Please?”
——
It never takes much for you and you weren’t exactly the strongest soldier.
Only a few moments later and you find yourself in your living room with the two men now, in quite the position, as well.
Now sitting in Gojo's lap as he holds your legs open, you watch with heavy batted breath as Choso lowers himself down onto his knees in between your perfectly parted thighs.
Gojo's fingers soothe over the inner parts of your legs, watching the way your cunt twitches cutely against the soddened fabric of your panties and he chuckles. His warm breath tickles your ear and you're already squirming against him, "Looks like you've been cravin' this for a while now, huhh?" He utters behind the shell of your ear.
Your jaw falls open a little and all you can do is gasp at the feeling of Choso hooking his eager fingers around the lace of your panties and giving the fabric a polite tug, soon revealing your gorgeous cunt to both of their greedy eyes.
"She had to have been," Choso hums as his eyes rake over the slick dribbling so prettily out of your pulsing pussy. You just barely catch the way he stuffs your panties into his pockets before leaning in close and taking a strong inhale of your scent.
You shift in Gojo's lap again and he chuckles, "That was kinda hot, wasn't it?" He asks you. The worst thing about the situation you've found yourself in has to be the fact that you felt the wild jump of Gojo's lengthy cock under the curve of your ass.
Turning your head away, you let off another sigh, "Y-Yeah, I guess..." You murmur, earning a scoff from Gojo.
Suddenly a hand is meeting your jaw and he's turning your head back into place, "Don't do that, bring back the confidence you had earlier. C'mon, tell Cho' how pretty he looks down there, won't you?"
Choso gulps at the sound of that and his eyes so gently flick up to you, the natural plea that rests so perfectly in those dark brown pupils of his making your body react with another filthy drip of arousal. Then the brunette has the nerve to give you this innocent lil tilt of his head and you swear you can feel a sense of cockiness oozing off of him all of a sudden.
Your lips spread to try and follow Gojo's instructions but you get a bit distracted by the way Choso turns to kiss your inner thigh, trailing said kisses up until his lips are grazing over your drooling cunt.
And of course, seeing all of this, Gojo only wants to make things all the more difficult for you so he leans into your neck and kisses you too. Then his hands pull your legs up a bit more, forcing you to spread open even further. At that, Choso moves in and quickly latches his lips onto your folds, giving them one firm suck to taste.
Gojo's tongue is felt darting out against the skin of your neck and you swear your entire body is on fire right now. The moan that leaves your throat as Choso begins to drag his tongue lazily between your soaked hole and as Gojo redirects his hands up to your tits is rather pathetic.
You'd forgotten all about the little direction Gojo had given you and all you could focus on was the way Choso's mouth felt clinging onto your pussy as if it were the sweetest taste to ever hit his tongue and the way Gojo rolled and pinched your nipple in between his fingers, pressing hot kisses all into the side of your neck simultaneously.
It was too much attention in too many places all at once. And that was just the foreplay.
Soon, Gojo is messily unbuttoning your shirt and exposing your tits to the confined study room, grabbing a handful of your breasts and fondling them against his palms before his voice meets your ears again.
“I wonder how many of these tutoring sessions you’ve spent imagining this,” He whispers, tipping his head to the side a bit to get a good look at the rather starved Choso in between your legs. “All those times you were in a daze, is this what you were thinking about? Having us like this?”
Choso’s lips pry away from you and he quickly replaces them with a rude thrust of his two fingers into your squelching cunt, your arousal dripping all messily off of his skin as he lifts his head and focuses on your expression.
He watches the way you struggle to get out words instead of moans and it only makes the corner of his lips twitch.
You let out a bated breath and both men are hanging off every sound and syllable that’s leaving your lips, “N-No, I… fuck, I’ve never-”
Choso curls his thick fingers against your sopping walls and tilts his head innocently at you, “Don’t lie now. Surely you didn’t get this wet from a couple of kisses,” He hums, voice a pitch deeper than you remember. This time when you look at him, you can’t help but notice the bit of fog building up on the bottom edge of his glasses.
Your back arches up from Gojo’s chest a bit and you could practically hear him smiling behind you. “I think she did, Cho.” He chuckles right next to your ear.
Watching Choso’s fingers dive in and out of you, you’re left sitting there forced to listen to the two exchange words as if you’re not even there. Choso merely takes his free hand and pushes his frames higher up onto his tattooed nose bridge before flashing a wet smile, “Yeah? Think’ she’s that sensitive?”
Gojo lets his hands meet your legs and he stretches you out even wider, grinning, “Mhm, look at her. Falling apart over just your fingers.” He teases before turning his head to kiss the side of your face.
Your mouth was busy opening and closing every few seconds but the only sound that actually escaped your throat was one pathetic moan after the other.
Catching sight of this, Choso pouts as if he were mocking you, “She can’t even speak, aww.” He coos with a hypnotic curl of his fingers inside you, letting them caress spots you swear you could never reach on your own.
This time you let out a groan and your head falls back on one of Gojo’s shoulders, “Don’t… patronize me.. ah-, assholes.” You just barely manage out.
To which Choso scoffs, “She says while moaning.”
“Shut up.” You huff right back at him.
And then of course Gojo comes right back to your ear, whispering, “Shut him up, sweetheart.” Before moving his hand to yours and directing your fingers back into the dark tresses of Choso’s hair.
You feel the man’s digits falter inside you at the touch alone and a small gasp slips past his lips the moment he feels you grasping at his hair and forcing him back down in between your legs. The next thing you feel is his tongue on your clit again, greeting it with a needy lather of drool and one messy flick as if he belonged exactly there.
“There you go, atta’ girl.” Gojo’s voice is hitting you again and his hand leaves your own, “Doesn’t that feel so much better?”
You’re nodding almost dumbly for a second, mumbling a hardly coherent, “Uhuh.” Before Choso starts spelling something out with his tongue while his fingers are busy drawing out the messiest of squelches from your cunt.
Not that you ever get time to focus on only one thing with these two though, “And what about me?” Gojo starts once more, his hands at your sides now—trailing up, “Will I get the same treatment if I keep talking, hm?”
You scoff, “You’d like that too much.”
He rolls his eyes and then nods his chin at Choso, “And you think he doesn’t?”
“He-,” Just as you’re about to work out some sort of argument to that, though you’re not sure what, Choso drags his fingers out of you and quickly replaces them with the entirety of his mouth. He lets out a heavy groan against you and you lose all train of thought. “Oh fuck, right there..”
Gojo, ever the drama king, starts frowning. His hands are busy fondling your tits now but he’s far too greedy for that to give him any sort of satisfaction in all this, “I’m starting to feel left out, y’know.” He tells you.
You glance at him and with only one look into your eyes, he could tell you were far too wrapped up in pleasure to manage out any sort of solution to that. Even so, you do try to get something out even with your voice wavering with moans, “Satoru, I–”
“Are you now?” Choso’s heaving out all of a sudden.
The man who was just on the verge of locking his jaw trying to get more of your taste down his throat quickly receives the attention of both of you. He’s licking at his lips and you quickly notice how his eyes are trained entirely on Gojo like he was about to be his next object of starvation.
You hear the way Gojo gulps and his voice is almost quieter, “Just a little, yeah.”
Nodding, Choso leans down one more time to sloppily kiss your dewy pussy, “Mh.” He hums before sitting almost all the way up, “C’mere then.”
“W-What?” Gojo stammers, your tits still in his palms.
“I said come here.” The brunette repeats more sternly.
Maybe you imagined this part but you swear you feel Gojo’s cock jump against your ass. And before he can even try to move, the impatient Choso is already leaning up toward the two of you and taking Gojo’s jaw in one hand—the other not failing to make up for the lack of his mouth with two fingers diving right back into you. Brows furrowed and pout ever-so-present on your face, you watch closely as Choso presses his lips into Gojo’s.
Then, Gojo’s hips roll upward to grind into you slightly as Choso shares your taste with him.
The kiss they share is absolutely nasty and depraved on both ends. Choso’s tongue is sinking into Gojo’s mouth and you hear both of them groaning against one another. You sit there, quite literally in between the two, watching the way Gojo’s drooling into it and the way their lips glide over one another sensationally.
Choso’s fingers trash at your insides with each second his lips remain on the man behind you and you eye the way he swallows up every slutty sound that washes out of Gojo’s throat.
By the time they finally pry away from one another, you think you’ve just about soaked the entirety of Gojo’s lap.
The brunette lets out a pant and you think this is the most confident you’ve seen him since-, well, ever. “Still feeling left out, pretty boy?” He asks softly. Gojo shakes his head, cheeks as flushed out as ever, and Choso lets out a scoff. Then he glances down at his fingers and slips them out of you just to smile at the sight. “Good because someone here really enjoyed that.”
“Hm?” Gojo hums lightly, letting his eyes follow Choso’s. As he sees the sheer mess you’ve left all over Choso’s hand, he laughs breathlessly. “Ohh, you liked that huh?”
And just like that you were right back where this all started, in between the two of them and unable to focus on anything. This time, instead of studying, it was the raw attention and focus you were receiving from the two of them at the same time that made your brain feel all numb.
All you could do was nod, refusing to open your mouth in fear of whatever sinful noise was destined to pour out of you.
“Of course you did.” Gojo comments.
Choso lets out a little hum of his own and pulls away from both you and Gojo, “Good thing we’re not done with you yet.” He says before diving his fingers past his lips and licking off the mess you’d left there.
You hear Gojo gulp behind you, “...We’re not?”
To which Choso cocks a brow, “Don’t you wanna taste directly from the source? Bet’ you she’s even sweeter after she cums.”
——
And that’s roughly how you end up where you are now—lying back flat against the couch with Gojo getting his taste of you. One could argue that he’s a far messier eater than Choso is and in a way, that’s almost better.
If you thought Choso had you losing your mind, you think Gojo’s a little bit worse. Especially since he spent all that time waiting and watching. Gojo’s breath mingles hotly into the drooling folds of your cunt and he only uses a single hand to keep you spread open for his tongue to work against you.
Not only is he messier but he’s also nastier, pulling away for only seconds just to let a fat glob of spit trickle down in between your slit. And after each time, you’d watch the way he flashes this drunken smile before diving right back in.
Choso, also not wanting to be forgotten, has been busy holding your legs open and whispering softer praises into your ear. He’d taunt you with murmurs of, “Whose tongue do you like better?” and, “You’re so loud. Does it really feel that good?”
Each question goes pretty much unanswered since you’re too busy moaning and writhing around Gojo’s tongue but at some point Choso gets a bit jealous. You had enough energy to respond to Gojo before when he was talking to you.
Hence why Choso slides a hand down and starts thumbing at your clit in a slight attempt at gaining your attention again. Does it work? Not really since you feel Gojo sliding his mouth up and kissing both Choso’s recently added thumb and your clit at the same time.
The motion seems to catch Choso off guard and he glances down at Gojo, “C-Can’t you focus on one thing at a time?” He unintentionally stammers.
Instead of answering, Gojo takes that greedy mouth of his and angles it further onto Choso’s thumb before it slips past his lips and into his mouth completely. Before you could whine at the abrupt loss of attention where you were currently making a mess of your couch—Gojo’s multitasking and shoving two long fingers inside you.
Both you and Choso have the same flushed reaction as you two watch Gojo put on the sluttiest little show. His other hand meets Choso’s wrist and he starts sucking on his thumb as if he were needy for something more all whilst scissoring his digits against your sappy walls.
Choso opens his mouth to say something but he’s cut off by Gojo pulling away from his thumb all of a sudden, “If you wanted my attention so badly, you should’ve just asked for it.” He calls out, tilting his head a little, “Y’know, instead of getting in the way of my meal.”
You glance up at Choso and watch the way his face reddens as he snatches his hand away from Gojo. “I-I didn’t–”
Choso’s cut off again, this time by watching Gojo lower his mouth to you once again and give your pussy the lewdest slurp as he suckles your taste into his mouth. Gojo looks down and watches the way your body spasms in reaction and he scoffs, “See? Look at what you were interrupting, Cho.”
He grits his teeth in reaction and wants to say something snarky in response but he instead feels something wet drop onto his other hand. Looking down, Choso realizes he was drooling and quickly wipes his mouth off.
Now, whether or not he was drooling because of the way Gojo just sucked his thumb off or because of the way Gojo was now moaning into your cunt was completely unbeknownst to him. Either way, Gojo had something to do with it and it was starting to make Choso feel embarrassed.
Wiping his mouth off all aggressively, he hears a slight chuckle coming from you and his eyes fall onto your face immediately.
Letting out a small bit of laughter, you end up pointing at his face, “You’re blushing, Cho.”
Said blush only worsens when you point it out and he groans, “You have no room to speak. I just watched you cum on his tongue three times in a row.”
Gasping at a sudden smack against your cunt from Gojo’s hand, your back arches up and the hand you’ve got down in his hair gives his head a mean tug. You hear the way Gojo whines but your focus is still slightly on teasing Choso.
Breathlessly, “A-And you… hah… came untouched,” You point out.
Baffled, Choso’s brows push together and he looks down at himself just to see yet another embarrassing sight. His eyes flick up to you and he opens his mouth but you’re reaching for him and pulling him down before he can try to explain himself.
And then your lips are on his and you’re using the kiss to drown out your whines and whimpers due to Gojo’s persistent lapping. It’s all messy with the way you’re letting yourself melt onto Choso’s lips while Gojo’s thick tongue works you toward yet another orgasm.
At some point you bite on Choso’s bottom lip and he pulls away from your mouth, wincing in surprise. When his eyes open and fall on you, he’s met with the sight of your body trembling a little and you look so blissfully fucked out.
He glances down at Gojo for a moment, who looks like he hasn’t moved an inch within the past few minutes and is currently ignoring the weak push of your hand against his head.
“Choso,” You whisper, earning his eyes on you again.
He raises a brow in faint concern and lets his head weigh to the side a little, “What? Doesn’t that feel good?” He coos.
You’re gaping at the man for only a second longer before he watches your eyes roll back and your body arch off the couch, “I-It’s too much, I-I can’t… mgh, I’m gonna-”
“Again?” Choso grins.
You shake your head, “N-No-, fuck. This is-, hnngh-, d-different.”
“Different?” He repeats, quickly turning to Gojo who’s all but lost in eating you out.
He’s branding his tongue into your pussy at this point, having seared his name into it multiple times—first and last. When Choso looks at the man again, he’s met with Gojo’s pussydrunken blue eyes. Most of his face is soaked in remnants of you and he’s stuffed his tongue into you enough times to leave all of his jaw and neck soaked.
Pulling away just barely, Gojo mumbles, “She’s gonna squirt.” And then smiles and dives right back in.
You feel his tongue lull around your clit in messy circles and his drenched fingers slip right back into you again—printing his fingertips against your g-spot and grinning through every second of it.
It’s a messy repetition of tugging his fingers out, sucking every drop off of them, and then sliding them back in for a while and your legs are really trembling now. You could feel yourself clenching and slavering up just about everything in between your legs at the moment.
It’s not until Gojo removes his hand entirely and starts grinding against the couch for friction while only using his mouth again that Choso shakes out of his little daze and clears his throat.
“Shit, Satoru move over.” Without waiting for a response, he’s quickly shifting himself toward Gojo and nearly shoving the guy over just to make some room for himself—your legs flailing further open just to fit both men in between them.
Gojo’s far too drunk in lust to argue with Choso but you see the frustration in his white furrowed brows when Choso angles his head closer and takes your clit into his mouth. Gojo lets off an annoyed groan against the puffy lips of your pussy, and the two are practically fighting over space with their tongues now.
With both of them on you, you don’t have room to say anything or even speak at all since you’re left whimpering and holding onto both of their heads—weakly pushing at them and yet lifting your hips to their faces simultaneously.
Not even a minute with both of their mouths on you passes before you’re finally finally squirting like they both seemed to want you to. It’s only then that they pull their faces away a little—only enough to watch the way you shake and enough for you to quite literally wet up their glasses.
“Fuuck,” Gojo chokes out for the first time in what felt like forever, voice all husky and eyes just watching the filthy mess you’re making just a few inches away from him.
Choso’s got the same surprised expression on his face and even in your panting and huffing, you manage to catch a glimpse of the way you, quite literally, wet up the entirety of both of their glasses.
By the time you’re done, your body is quivering and your arms have found themself over your face—hiding your expression from your two tutors who were still staring at you in pure awe.
Eventually, you hear one of them chuckling and lift your arm just a little to look. Gojo’s got the biggest smile on his face and his glasses are in his hands now, using the bottom of his shirt to clean them off. “I can finally scratch that off my bucket list.”
You and Choso both blink in innocent unison. The brunette looks at you for a second and then back at Gojo, “Cross… what off of your bucket list?”
Gojo holds his glasses up and his smile seems to widen, “Using these for something other than to see.” He says with a small shrug.
Choso lifts his hand to his frames and takes them off just to look at them. He quickly finds himself admiring the wet mess you’ve made of them and it clicks in his head exactly what Gojo was talking about.
“Huh. Hey uh,” He looks over to you and squints a little so he can tell whether or not you’re still covering your face, and when he spots you looking at him, he smiles. “After we clean you up, can I take a picture of them like this?”
You don’t think your brain is all the way there yet so you find yourself just staring at him instead of answering—trying to figure out if he actually just asked you that.
“…And after he’s done with that, can I lick them off?” Gojo adds in.
At that, you let your legs fall shut and turn to face the couch instead of them. Letting out a steady reply for the first time in what had felt like forever, “You’re both sluts—do whatever you want.”
Choso smirks, “Hot.”
And Gojo bites his bottom lip, “Can we start with that during our next ‘study’ session?”
Oh yeah, that’s right. You were supposed to be studying with these two…
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