𓏲 𓄲 hands on anatomy w/ fratboys!satosugu ˖ 🪄 ࣪ ꪆ
the problem isn’t the material.
the problem is the fact that you’re tutoring both suguru and satoru. double the trouble, double the headache, the problem was clearly the two frat boy’s sitting on either side of you.
you were only a hour into this study session, and it felt like a total waste of your time. you look to your right, which was satoru, he hasn’t even looked at his textbook since you came, he was scrolling through his phone like you were a background ad.
on your left you had suguru, he was actually paying attention. key word: was, that was until satoru started his yapping, suguru’s attention started drifting— you felt his eyes lingered second to long on that polka dotted top you wore.
“are you guys even listening?” you questioned, flipping a page to have something to distract yourself.
you were already cautious when they asked for you to tutor them. “yeah, you said something about exponents?” gojo chirped up, in a uninterested manner just scrolling on his phone.
“we’re learning about human anatomy.” you reminded. suguru chuckled a bit, snatching the phone out of satoru’s hand and throwing it somewhere across the room.
“hey! I was using that!” he barked out, but ending up with suguru slapping the back of his head. “shut up satoru, we’re wasting her time.” suguru purrs softly.
satoru leaned back in his chair with that infuriating grin of his, blue eyes glistening with nothing but mischief. “I don’t think im getting it,” he says lowly, getting shifting his chair closer to you.
“maybe I need something a little more.. hands on, don’t you agree suguru?” he grinned.
suguru’s eyes flickered towards him, then to you. a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. you could’ve sworn that the energy in the room shifted.
before you could even open your mouth satoru was already leaning closer, invading your space, his grin got wider, but it felt different? there was something darker in his expression.
“he’s finally paying attention,” you heard suguru’s voice— breaking you out of your train of thought, feeling a warm hand find your waist— fingers spreading your side teasingly. “would be rude not to help him, hm?”
the heat rising to your face only made satoru’s grin wider, his fingers tilted your chin upwards, forcing your gaze to meet those bright blue eyes.
“there you go,” he coo’s teasingly. “good girl.”
. . .
“such a prett— fuck! such a pretty throat you have.” satoru groaned out, fingers fisting your hair as he fucks your mouth deeper. saliva drips down your chin, your gags muffled around his length.
but the way suguru kneels behind you, fingers plunging into your slick cunt in rhythm, making it all blur into bliss.
he curls them just right, hitting that spot that has you moaning right onto satoru’s cock. vibrations pulling out a curse from him.
suguru leans in, breath hot on your ear. “that’s it—take him just the good tutor you are.” you whimper at his words. his free hand pinches your nipple, twisting it until you arch onto his fingers.
satoru’s pace quickened, balls slapping your chin— until he stills with a guttural moan, spilling his hot cum down your throat. you swallow all of it, without hesitation.
you whine at the emptiness of suguru pulling his fingers out of you, bringing his slick digits to his lips and sucking them clean. “oh sweet girl, you think that’s all you get?”
he steps back just to enough to free his hardened cock from his sweats. the thick length springing out heavy and veined, already leaking pre-cum from the tip.
satoru pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop! strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his throbbing shaft. he strokes himself lazily as watches suguru line himself up.
your eyes widened as you looked at his dick, and then back to his, “that’s not gonna fit.” you hitched out.
suguru hum’s at your words, “we’ll see.” and without warning he thrusts inside of you. stretching your cunt wide with one brutal slide, bottoming out until his hips grinds against yours.
the fullness is overwhelming, tears falling down your face. your walls fluttering around him as suguru starts a punishing rhythm, each snap of his hips diving deeper.
you weren’t a fool to think that satoru was done from a blowjob, right?
wrong!
“got room for one more?” he asks cockily, though— its not really a question. “the more the— god — more the better.” suguru fucks out.
you were already cockdrunk just from suguru alone, but adding satoru in the mix? god bless.
you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your entrance, right aside sugurus. “big stretch, okay?” the pressure building right as he pushes in.
“ohmygod!” you let out. it burns at first, the stretch? impossible, two thick cocks forcing their way into your pussy together. suguru stills inside of you, holding your hips steady, while satoru inches forward.
the slick from your arousal and his spit ease the way. “breathe sweetgirl.” suguru coo’s one hand sliding up to your nipple, pinching it to make you arch into the two of them further.
satoru sink’s into you, well..what could fit inside of you. the friction of both of them inside of you rubbing against each other through your thin walls sending multiple waves of shocks of pleasure-pain ripping through you.
you cry out, the sound raw and broken, as they both find a rhythm. suguru pulling back, as satoru thrusts forward, then switching. their cocks dragging along your insides in tandem.
the obscene squelch of your stroked folds fills the room, mixed with their gunts, and satoru occasional whimpers filled the room.
“shit— she’s tight like thi— fuck! she’s tight like this.” satoru whimpers out, his fingers digging bruising into your hips as he slams deeper inside of you. his tip kissing your cerfix right along with suguru’s
suguru’s hand snakes around to run furious circles on your clit, the added stimulation making your vision blur. “it’s too m-much! fuck!”
you’re trapped between them, body rocking with each dual plunge, your juices dripping down your thighs as they fuck you relentlessly.
your orgasm crashes over you without mercy, pussy spasming around both cocks, milking them in waves that have satoru cursing and suguru’s thrusts turning erratic. they don’t stop, pounding through your climax, until suguru spills first, hot cum flooding your deepths.
satoru follows seconds later, his release mixing with suguru’s, the overflow leaking aroujd their joined shafts as they grind against you, drawing out every shudder.
panting, they stay lodged inside, cocks twitching with aftershocks. “good girl,” satoru praises, kissing your shoulder. “took us both so well.”
“that was… that was alot.” you panted out, pushing your glasses up on your face like they both didn’t just obliterate your insides.
“think you can give us another lesson? i don’t think we covered it all.” suguru purrs out.
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