“i think you’ll live, satoru.” suguru’s chin is resting atop your head, long fingers gliding idle lines along your skin. soothing, if not for the pleasant ache between your thighs, remnants from the wild night before. “besides, she doesn’t seem to mind.”
“she would mind, but she’s too sweet.” satoru pinches your cheek gently, “look at her—letting you keep her all to yourself.”
“she’s tired,” warm lips brush your temple in a lingering kiss. “our sleepy girl could barely keep her eyes open.”
“gee. wonder why,” satoru smirks, prying your knees apart so he can wedge himself between your legs. “don’t act like i was the only one doing the fucking.”
“speaking of which, you weren’t exactly gentle either.”
“she liked it though.” fingers pat idly against the plush of your inner thigh, heat blooming where he could so easily push higher, where you’d so gladly yield. “didn’t you, baby?”
you hum noncommittally, hoping it passes as fatigue and not the arousal emanating from you. because fuck, you’re dripping; every nerve singeing with need. eyes flick up, and you swear you catch satoru batting those long, feathery lashes at you. (you wonder if he’s doing this on purpose, weaponising those angelic features of his.)
“you know i treat you right, baby.” he whines, hand slipping past the waistband of your shorts. fingers find damp cotton and push, smearing the wetness with lazy expertise. “c’mon… don’t punish me for his crimes.”
“my crimes?” suguru chuckles, sliding a casual hand beneath your shirt to claim your breast, rolling your nipple until it stiffens against his thumb. his other hand finds satoru’s jaw, tilting it upward with the effortless suaveness of a kdrama male lead.
you’ve seen them exchange kisses before (plenty of times, in fact) but the sight never fails to stop your heart for a fraction of a second. experience has taught you that suguru is the deceptive romantic, his tongue slides in only when your guard drops, coaxing rather than demanding. satoru, by contrast, is pure appetite, generous with the sounds he wrings from himself.
male moaning is truly music to the ears.
part of your mind, ever irreverent, can’t help but think about a yaoi panel come to life: the juxtaposition of suguru’s controlled seduction and satoru’s ravenous indulgence, a living, breathing tableau of desire that’s as titillating as it is absurd. and you stifle a laugh, because yes, you are that invested in witnessing it.
when they finally part, a single, glistening thread of spit stretches between their parted lips, catching the light and shimmering like liquid silk. a minor miracle of erotic geometry—nothing casual about watching two men, both exquisite in their beauty, unravel themselves before your very eyes. beneath you, suguru stirs. heat of his thickening cock press into the soft cleft of your ass, making you hyper-aware.
“she’s watching,”
“of course she is.” satoru licks his lips, grinning impishly, “she looooves watching us make out.”
your cheeks burn, and you attempt to look away—futile, when suguru’s hand slides from your breast to your jaw, gently forcing you back into the sight.
“don’t hide, princess. it’s alright, you can admit it.”
“yeah,” satoru adds, nipping playfully at your shoulder, “admit how much it turns you on seeing your boys kiss. fujoshi.”
heat prickles up your neck. “i hate you both.”
“funny way of saying you love—mhm!” satoru’s words dissolve into a moan when you seize him by the face and smash your mouth against his. your teeth catch his lower lip, tugging it just slightly before releasing, savouring the little moan it draws.
“don’t think i’ve forgotten how you tried to edge me last night, satoru gojo.” you tactfully change the subject.
“you loved it. and dare i add… my impeccable fingerblasting skills.” to drive the point home, he slips a finger inside you, curling it with expert precision. your eyes bulge, a demure little “oh!” escaping. hips rutting shamelessly. utterly helpless, betraying just how desperate you are for him.
“please, my skills are better.” suguru interjects smoothly. “i’ve seen the way she melts under me. tell him, sweet girl.”
“well… maybe we should have a rematch before declaring a winner. fair’s fair, right?”
silence falls except for the wet squelches of fingers working in and out of you, and your uneven gasps. satoru drops his forehead to yours, groaning.
“she’s playing us, suguru.”
“let her,” another hand is shoved into your shorts to circle your clit in tandem with satoru’s thrusts.
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | roommates!stsg jerking off to the thought of you (more roommates!stsg here)
“god, i'm so fucking horny,” satoru groans softly, manspreading on the sofa with his head tipped back, elbows leaning on the same edge.
suguru’s sitting next to him, scrolling on his phone before he shortly pauses, making sure he heard satoru correctly. he then looks up at his best friend, a somewhat disturbed look on his face.
“why are you telling me? go get laid or something.”
satoru lifts his head to look at suguru, too, almost incredulously. “i haven't touched any other girls since our cute roommate… it's a shame she went back to visit her family,” he sighs heavily, feeling a stir in his cock simply from the thought of you.
“are you in love with her now?” suguru asks teasingly, lifting a single brow in satoru's direction.
“what? no. fuck, i don't know, i'm too horny to think about it right now,” satoru huffs. “besides, don't think i didn't hear you in the shower earlier, moaning her name and shit. god, that's making me hard too,” he groans again, beginning to palm himself through his sweats, letting his eyes drift shut and picturing you.
imagining your hand wrapped around his cock, just as eager as him, stroking him at the perfect pace that he showed you he liked. imagining the way you'd spit on the tip and let it dribble down, easing the glide of your hand.
“fuck…” he whispers, so caught up in his fantasy, stroking his length through the thick fabric of his sweats.
but suguru's voice cuts through, snapping him out of his thoughts. “get a room, satoru,” he scowls. “you're a fucking freak, you know that?”
“yeah, yeah, tell me something new.”
satoru opens his eyes and looks over at suguru, his gaze skirting down to see the growing bulge in suguru's own pants. he smirks, blue eyes flicking back up to meet purple.
“i'm not the only freak here, huh?”
suguru rolls his eyes, making no move to relieve himself and trying to focus back on his phone. key word: trying.
neither of them has fucked you yet, but the hold you have on them is strong. their pretty roommate who’s as perverted as they are, fooling around together and going back to normal the next day. sharing heated looks, hungry eyes raking over each other’s bodies.
but, to their dismay, you went back home to see your family for the weekend. it’s barely been two days and they both already itch to be able to touch you again.
“at least i have the decency to jerk off in private.”
“unfortunately for me, that's true,” satoru sighs playfully. then, he laughs when suguru gives him another questioning look. “what? god forbid a guy appreciates a good view.”
and, oh, what a view it truly is.
while satoru was frantic and desperate as he fisted his cock, pulling ragged pants and deep moans from his chest, suguru took his time.
slowly pumping his thick cock, pulsing his palm around it gently, teasing his tip with his thumb where precum beads out. eliciting a shuddering breath out of him when he drags his thumb across the wet slit. the same way you’d run your tongue over it.
he focuses on the flustered head, tugging and squeezing, imagining the way you lather your tongue all over it and hollow your cheeks out. solely to ruin him.
“fuck, that's good,” he groans, voice hushed as if he's praising you while you’re right in front of him.
satoru's heady gaze keeps drifting over to suguru, watching suguru's pretty fingers wrapped tightly around himself. precum dribbling over his knuckles, the pretty vein on the underside throbbing with need, and of course, the ladder piercings that draw husky groans from suguru.
satoru spits onto his cock, using the glide of his hand to make it slick with his own saliva. a lewd, wet sound bounces off the walls of the living room, complementing each stroke of his fist over his aching cock.
“she has us fucking whipped,” satoru says, and a breathless laugh tumbles out. his head tips back against the sofa, frosty hair scattering.
he knows that what they’re doing is completely depraved. jerking off to their roommate who isn’t even there. but he can also guess that you probably miss them as much as they do - if there was anything that you all had in common, it was the perverse tendencies.
“haven’t even felt that sweet pussy-- oh, shit, shit… haven’t felt it wrapped around me and she still drives me insane,” satoru murmurs, voice strained with pleasure.
his abs tense as he feels himself getting closer, his dick twitching in his grip at the thought of your pussy clenching around him. he bucks his hips into his fist, desperate, fucking his own hand to the thought of you, wishing it could be yours. a moan slips out, uninhibited and needy.
suguru speeds up his strokes slightly, his breathing growing heavier. “it’s only been just over a day and this is the second time i’m jerking off because of her. fucking pathetic.”
satoru laughs again before a choked moan cuts him off, his hand almost a blur as he moves it up and down. his hips jerk violently, cock twitching eagerly like it wants to cum inside you. to make a mess of you, rather than his own palm.
with a few more furious strokes and moans that sound too similar to whimpers, satoru cums all over his stomach and hand. his body goes completely lax against the sofa, his stomach contracting with each pulse and rope of cum that his cock shoots out. he keeps his hand going until he’s finished and spent, left panting beside suguru.
he glances over to his best friend, noticing the angry red of suguru’s tip as he continues to jerk off, not having cum yet. suguru’s eyes are half-lidded, heavy with desire. he’s biting down on his lower lip, muffling the little sounds that are eager to make themselves heard.
satoru grins, sitting back up. “hey,” he says, “wanna cum in my mouth?”
suguru gives him a side glance. “you really are a freak.”
“well, i don’t hear you saying no, sugu. i know you love fucking our roomie’s mouth, makes me kinda jealous.”
“jealous of me, or her?” suguru already knows the answer; considering how his best friend is, he can guess which one it is.
satoru grins again, moving closer to suguru and ducking his head to take the head of his cock into his mouth. as soon as his lips close around it, suguru groans softly, eyes fluttering shut when satoru’s tongue flicks over his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum before he takes his length deeper.
he sucks hard, eager to make him unravel. his tongue laps at suguru’s dick, dragging along a prominent vein as he takes it even further until it hits the back of his throat.
another beautiful groan falls from suguru’s mouth when he feels satoru’s throat constrict around his cock. “fucking-- i’m gonna cum, satoru,” he warns through rough, heaving breaths.
your snowy-haired roommate hums, a blissful vibration that triggers suguru’s orgasm. his tensing fingers thread through satoru’s hair, holding the back of his head as he releases strings of ivory into his eager mouth. his hips shoot up once involuntarily, making satoru choke but he keeps it there, swallowing every drop of cum that doesn’t leak out.
“fuck, i hate how good that felt,” suguru mutters, coming down from his high.
it’s only when his dick begins to soften that satoru pulls off, beaming like he just got one of his favourite sweets. suguru reaches out to swipe his thumb over satoru’s chin, cleaning his cum off it and he presses it against satoru’s lips which automatically open to lick it up.
“don’t lie, we’ve done worse and you love it.”
a smirk tugs at suguru’s lips. they have done worse and you have no clue. it’s cute watching you get flustered and turned on simply watching them kiss. he wonders how you’d react if they did anything more in front of you.
a/n: the ending definitely isn’t hinting at the next fic i have in mind hehehe (also dividers by @uzmacchiato )
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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a/n: thank you SO much for reading- if you were here before 3k, found me through any character, or even if this is the first fic of mine you’re reading, please comment and let me know how you liked this one! I'm so grateful for all 3,000+ of you <3
pairing ⭑ᝰ tutor!gojo x fem!reader x guitarist!geto
cw ⭑ᝰ MDNI, 18+ NSFW — modern AU, smut & some fluff, fwb dynamics, reader is a lil messy (and very indecisive), drinking, praise, mild degradation, pet names (princess, sweetheart, good boy/girl, pretty boy, all that), lots of dirty talk, threesome (mmf), p -> v, oral (m & f rec.), double stuffed (2 in 1), orgasm denial, overstim, spitting, creampies, cum swapping, dumbification, belly bulges, tongue piercing suguru, these boys are NOT straight, going to Paris hahhh ;P, getting caught and facing the 'consequences' (oh how terrible!!)
summary ⭑ᝰ it's new years eve and despite having two on call, you're boy-free for the night. or so you thought, until at nepo-baby naoya's house party you run into not just one, but both guys you've been fucking—without the others knowledge. the real kicker? you have a hard time saying no to both of them, so who's getting the kiss when the year counts down? w/c ⭑ᝰ 15.5k (fml how does this always happen)
a/n ⭑ᝰ happy new year lovelies!! enjoy my toe dip into some satosugu to start the year off right <3 | gorgeous art by @/nek0zuu_ on twt!!
It was a great idea born from the confidence of stringing two men along for longer than you ever thought possible.
It's not like you were looking for (very fun) trouble in the form of bouncing between guys during your limited free time. It just kind of… happened.
It wasn't your fault that after a live show at a local bar you bumped into the guitarist and got a little lost in the dragon inked and wrapped around Suguru Geto’s bicep. In how he pulled his dark hair up off his sweaty neck and into a sleek knot, bangs falling over his brow as he cocked his head and didn’t ask but simply stated that you looked like you needed another drink.
You didn’t object to that, of course you didn’t.
The man before you was six foot something, sheened with sweat from a two hour long set, broad like a linebacker with a smile that could charm the panties off any girl in that bar. Especially when you caught a glimpse of the metal in his mouth as he laughed.
You put your number in his phone and the next week you were having a drink together along with a real conversation. He somehow looked even better in that dark button down, rolled to the elbow to show off the tail end of that dragon on his left arm. Veins pressed up under the tanned skin of his thick forearms, the top three buttons undone so you could see a little of his muscular chest.
Suguru had his hair half up for your date, half of it flowed in dark, thick locks down his back and around his shoulders. But later, when his face was buried between your trembling legs, sucking and flicking that metal barbell on your clit until you were damn near screaming his name, he put his hair up for that.
Not that the knot lasted very long in your hands.
Suguru was funny in a dry way that showed off his wit, fun to be around and seemed to have a way with most people. It made you feel good, that a guy like him who could draw and command a crowd was so infatuated with you. And it definitely didnt hurt that he knew exactly how to fuck you right off the bat.
It was like you were a book he’d bore through cover to cover the moment he met you. He just always seemed to know what to say, what to do to have you quivering and spent but somehow still begging for more.
On more than one occasion you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom at a venue when the band took a break with Suguru's big hands in your hair, guiding your head as you took his thick cock as far down your throat as you could manage. Mascara streaking down your cheeks and strings of saliva dripping down your chin as he fucked your face. Groaning out, “Fuuuck you’re so good baby, such a good girl.” Just to make your eyes roll as your nose buried in the thick patch of dark hair at the base of his cock.
You weren’t his girlfriend really. It was casual and fun but not without some of those emotional little strings that tended to weave their way in when things were so good with someone.
And what definitely wasn’t your fault was getting assigned the hottest tutor you'd ever laid eyes on when your grades started to slip in some of your analytics classes. You'd seen him before in passing around school but Satoru Gojo seemed like the stereotypical obnoxious nerd you steered clear of.
But after that first slightly awkward hour in the library, you realized he couldn’t have been further from that.
A nerd, yes.
Obnoxious, also yes.
But he was sincere and could be sweet and genuine and ridiculous just to make you burst out laughing and nearly get kicked out of the library.
Smart and kind of a know it all, but Satoru wasn’t mean or nasty and he didn't rub your face in your mistakes, just teased you a little, then helped you overcome them. Offering slightly backhanded praise that made your stomach do a weird little flutter regardless.
It didn't hurt that Satoru was about as good looking as human beings could get. That stark light hair he ran a hand through as he looked over your practice test caught your eye and the electricity of that blue in his irises held it. Framed by thick lashes and looking intently at you as you spoke from behind his glasses. He was pretty, seemed ethereal and delicate.
But all it took was a hot afternoon with broken AC and he was stripping out of his usual hoodie and you got a good, long look at what was going on underneath it. Thick, pale biceps and a few defined lines of abs you weren’t expecting and bam, you were hot for tutor.
You and Suguru weren’t exclusive or anything, so when an afternoon ran late, Satoru asked if you were hungry, you said yes.
Without mountains of worksheets and textbooks to distract, conversation flowed quick and easy. It was easy talking to Satoru, he was a goof and outgoing and when he looked at you—stared at you as you spoke or laughed, it was like you were the only thing in the room.
You weren’t sure exactly how it happened, but the air was heavy between you as you walked out of the little ramen joint and just like that, you were texting Shoko to hide in her room or get the hell out because you were inviting Satoru over for… coffee?
Needless to say, not even an hour later you were shoving him down onto your bed and straddling his narrow hips, the flushed tip of his long slender cock notched at your entrance as he kneaded your ass and moaned into your mouth.
Tutoring wasn’t just about academic achievement after that. It was casual, nothing serious but god damn you were fucking like rabbits. In the bathroom at school when you both had space between classes you’d be sat on the sink with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was desperate when he fucked you, unabashed neediness in the way he drove his cock deep and shuddered, breathing your name out and almost choking on it.
Satoru and Suguru were so different, and maybe that’s why you kept seeing both of them. You got something unique from each of them, and weren’t keen on giving up either.
You should have felt guilty for calling Suguru when you wanted to have control and power and any semblance of thought stripped from you and to be fucked on his thick, veined cock until you were drooling and crying like a baby. Should’ve felt guilt for texting Satoru when you wanted to watch the overachiever work hard enough to sweat for praise and getting to feel your pussy squeeze tight and gush down his lengthy cock.
And you did! A little, but it mostly just felt good. You were young and supposed to make fun and somewhat dumb decisions.
So how the hell did you, with two men that kept your pussy busy like she had a full time job of her own, end up flying solo to a new years eve party?
Short answer, you were indecisive and all of sudden it was too late to invite either to nepo brat Naoya Zenin’s house party. Maybe it was for the best because you’d need to be sloppy drunk to not clock the obnoxious pigheaded host in the face should he open his mouth in your vicinity and you didn’t need Satoru or Suguru to see that.
It’d be a girls night. You, Shoko and Utahime got ready at your and Shoko’s place. Helping each other into miniskirts and dresses and dangerously low cut tops because who cares if you were third wheeling on Shoko and Utahime’s definitely not a date, you were going to look hot for no one but yourself and your friends.
Music bumping in the background as the three of you did some pregaming to loosen up and painted each other up with glitter, Shoko in charge of eyeliner because she had a steady hand for not just pre-med, before ordering and piling into the uber to Naoya's McMansion.
“I always forget how rich his family is,” You muttered to the other two as you walked along the packed driveway littered with cars that could pay off your tuition with change. “At a certain point it’s just excessive.”
Shoko shrugged and offered, “I don’t really give a shit how he spends his money just so long as he bought enough booze to last the whole night.” Uthahime elbowed her gently, her brow furrowed.
“Don’t get too sloppy, okay? These shoes aren’t very appropriate for carrying drunk girls home.” She bent her knee and slapped the chunky heel of her shoe and Shoko grinned, throwing an arm around Utahime’s shoulders.
“You’d be making a girl's dream come true because I think I've fantasized about being carried by a strong woman in heels.” Utahime scoffed, but her hand came up to rest on Shoko’s arm affectionately.
The front doors were wide open to let stumbling party goers outside and newcomers into the opulent entryway. Music you'd definitely heard before but couldn't name blared so loud you felt it as you all walked in. Looking around at the decor as you stepped into the lively entryway, it was decked in silver and gold that reflected bright neon lights, but the layout was the same and you were pretty sure you remembered where the kitchen was.
“I’m gonna grab a drink, you guys coming?” You turned to your friends and squeezed closer as a group of loud and clearly already drunk guys brushed past with arms flailing, completely spatially unaware.
Utahime shook her head, “I’m gonna find Mei first, she always leaves these things early and I wanna say hi.”
“I’ll join you,” Shoko offered, stepping up to your side. “I’ll text you when we have refreshments and we’ll come find you, do you want anything?” She asked Utahime and the dark haired woman nodded.
“Perfect, uhh, cranberry vodka?”
“You got it, babe.” Shoko winked and you swore you saw the faintest tinge of blush on Utahimes cheeks before Shoko dragged you into the crowd. The heat of too many bodies cramped together, tangled and slick with sweat from exertion keeping up to the thumping beat.
But you made it through the living room with the vaulted ceiling that seemed too tall to be inside a house with Shoko dragging you along. The long dining table just outside the kitchen held a majority of the drinks and food and you both stopped to check out what was out.
“No cranberry? You’re fucking kidding me,” Shoko muttered, rifling through bottles and containers of mixers and juices.
“It might be in the fridge, be right back,” You offered and Shoko nodded, eyeing a few half empty bottles of amber liquid. The pristine white kitchen was a little quieter, just a few people leaning against the counter chatting. You threw both doors of the fridge open and scanned the contents, looking for something deep red.
“Look who made it,” A vaguely familiar voice drawled from behind one of the fridge doors and you fought the groan dying to break free.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” You chirped back full of fake year end cheer, closing the fridge doors slightly to see the box blonde himself leaned against the counter with a lazy smile. “You got any cranberry juice?”
“No idea,” Naoya shrugged and let his eyes slide down your frame slowly, not bothering to be subtle in the way he lingered on your tits. “I didn't do the shopping.”
The forced smile on your lips went tighter, eyes narrowing. “Great, super helpful.”
“You’re welcome,” He said lightly, oblivious to the sarcasm in your tone. “You here alone?”
“I’ve got a date. Two actually,” You gestured out to the dining table where Shoko was taste testing what you assumed was a variety of the whisky options. “Number one is right there and in need of cranberry juice.”
Naoya furrowed his brow, looking from Shoko to you. “You’re into girls? Huh.” He hummed, as if contemplating it and you scoffed, unable to hold it in.
Is he for real? How fucking dense can a guy be. It was a shame too because he was really cute. Tall, nice features, pulled off those earrings and even the slightly douchey silk black button down. The moment he opened his mouth though, it all came crumbling down and your ovaries practically shriveled.
“Uh… yeah sure, whatever.” You mumbled, turning back to the fridge to continue your cranberry search.
“I guess that’s kinda hot,” He took the door of the fridge from you, opening it fully and moving closer. “Still into guys? I can give you a list of reasons why you should be, or I can show you.” He towered over you and you just whiteknuckled the door of the fridge and stared off flatly into the cold LED lit box.
You were pretty sure he wouldn’t get the hint even if you punctuated each word of not interested with a slam of his head in that fridge.
Still staring straight ahead and avoiding any and all eye contact, you were about to open your mouth to respond with as much enthusiasm as a wet wipe when a deep, familiar voice said your name behind you and both you and Naoya whipped your heads around.
“This guy bugging you?” Suguru nodded at Naoya and leaned back on the counter, arms crossed and biceps bulging against the soft fabric of his t-shirt, dragon wrapped around the muscle of his left and disappearing under the tight sleeve. God, he looked like a bouncer with his hair up like that, using his size to his advantage over the slightly shorter and definitely smaller Naoya. As much as you could and would absolutely stick up for yourself, it was pretty hot to see Suguru puffing up for you.
The fridge door closed as you took attention off of it and Naoya—who had taken a step out of your space and was looking Suguru over.
“Who’s thi—”
“You should probably check on the rest of the party, I saw a few guys tossing a vase around like a football on the lawn when we came in. Looked expensive.” You cut Naoya off with a blatant lie and he scowled, immediately marching off towards the entryway.
With the unwelcome interruption gone, you leaned back against the fridge and smiled wide at Suguru.
“Hey,” He returned it, his deep violet gaze sliding down your body slowly, like Naoya but without the creep factor and immensely more welcome. “You look nice.” He noted, meeting your eyes again.
“Thanks,” You peeled off the fridge and closed the distance across the kitchen, approaching Suguru where he was still leaned on the counter, arms still crossed over his broad chest. “So do you, I like that shirt.” It didn’t hide a whole lot of him, and you quite enjoyed that.
Suguru hummed, letting his hands fall to hold the marble at his hips. “Thanks, you here on your own?” He asked, upturned eyes narrowing a little. You could tell he was looking for something specific in your reactions and answers, but you didn't hesitate.
“No, are you?”
“No,” He shot back fast and you both held each other's eyes for a drawn out moment. Was he here with another girl? The thought shouldn’t bother you, but a warm, ugly feeling like jealousy stirred in your chest at the idea for some reason.
You broke first, nodding off at the dining room. “Shoko’s doing her whiskey flight over there,”
Suguru’s face softened a little and he chuckled. “I’ve got a few friends scattered around here… somewhere,” He gestured vaguely around, seeming almost annoyed at the excess of the house and you laughed with him.
“Good luck with your haystack search.”
“What, not gonna help me?” He cocked his head, a lock of dark hair falling over his brow in an endearing motion that made it very hard to say no to him.
But you shook your head and held your ground because you weren’t about to ditch girls night for a guy, even when that guy was Suguru looking so yummy you could lick him from head to toe.
“Sorry, can’t ditch my dates tonight.”
“I get it,” A sly smirk tugged at his mouth as he continued. “You gonna be kissing either of those dates at midnight?”
Your head fell back as you laughed at that. “No, I’m pretty sure they’ll be occupied with each other at midnight.” There was a glint in his eye and something in the wide smile that stretched across his face as you got even closer—as always, you came to Suguru not the other way around. “Why? You wanna be my new year's kiss or something?”
“Maybe I do,” He skimmed a hand up your side, wide palm settling on your waist just to hold. “Since we’re both here, uncoordinated no less.” He pointed out and you hummed thoughtfully.
“You’re right, can’t be a coincidence,” You slipped a hand up his forearm, tracing up the ink as you held his eyes. “Come find me just before the countdown, ‘kay?”
“In this maze?” He scrunched his nose, hesitant at having to navigate the floor plan on a time crunch.
You scoffed a laugh, “Fine, text me where you are and I’ll come find you, give me ten minutes cause this place’ll be packed.” He grimaced at that but it faded quickly, replaced by that smile that had your stomach fluttering and your panties ruined.
“You got it, see you in a couple hours,” He winked, giving your waist a firm squeeze and you nodded, leaning up on tip toes to plant a peck on his jaw. Giddiness bubbled like carbonation in your chest as you separated and made your way back to Shoko at the table.
“You find the cranberry?” She asked as you leaned on the dark hardwood beside her.
“No, Naoya has no taste, sorry.”
“You sure you weren’t just distracted?” She replied plainly but too quickly to not be purposeful and you shrugged. She shot you a knowing smile, “I thought I was your date?”
“I’m making backup plans just in case my date ditches me for our other date,” You sent a pointed look her way and she deflected with a shrug, pushing a white plastic cup your way.
“Try that for me,” You lifted the cup and peered at the contents. A warm golden brown swirled in the cup and you sniffed, getting apple and something tart and tasted basically that plus an overwhelming amount of whisky when you took a small sip. “Think Hime will like it?”
You stifled a cough at the slight burn. “If she wants chest hair, then probably.”
With Shoko bartending for you and Utahime, you were loosened significantly up within less than an hour of arrival. You were also going to the bathroom every pathetic fifteen minutes and the closest toilet was always guarded by groups of people knit tighter than fancy Egyptian sheets.
Ducking and weaving through the crowd in your way without a single shit at who you shoved out of your warpath, you were halfway down the packed hall and to your destination when someone decided to take a full step back and body check you. Sending you stumbling to the left and into a hard body with great reflexes that had arms around you before you could even think about falling to the ground.
You looked up at your savior, about to peel off whatever stranger you’d essentially assaulted, but were met with wide and very familiar azure eyes already fixed on you from behind prescription lenses.
“Whoa, uh, hey?” Satoru smiled bright at you, hands firm on your waist as you stared back frozen in place, palms on his broad chest and your whole body pressed up against his.
“Hi?” You blinked a few times, pulling yourself out of the shellshock of being jostled right into your other undefined situation.
Oh fuck. Suguru was here too. You werent too sure what would happen should you get caught right in the fucking act, you’d never faced this problem before. But your bladder screamed that it was about to burst and that pushed the consequences of your two timing onto the back burner.
“Shit, sorry, hi!” You peeled off Satoru and took a step back. “I’m about to explode and I need to get to the, y’know, like now so I’ll be ri—”
“Oh here, I’ll give you a hand getting through!” He offered and didn’t really give you an opportunity to say no and get the fuck away before he grabbed your hand and sent your stomach flipping up into your throat just thinking of someone seeing you. Someone like Suguru.
To his credit though, Satoru barged his way through that hall like he played football instead of World of Warcraft. “Thanks! I’d still be a mile back fighting for my life without you,” You chuckled as he slowed, the closed bathroom door coming into view.
But, of fucking course, it was locked. This whole house hated you, so why wouldn’t it be?
“There’s another one upstairs, c’mon.” Satoru, again, didn’t wait for a response, just grabbed your hand and yanked you down the hall back the way you’d come.
It was sweet; that he heard ‘emergency’ and jumped to solve your problem.
It was just the worst place to be doing so.
You stumbled behind, head whipping around frantically trying to catch any sight of silky, dark hair knotted up as you were dragged up the stairs. You saw no sign of him and the main floor disappeared from view as you both slipped around the corner.
Satoru jiggled the handle on the last door and it gave, cracking open. “Hah, what an idiot.” He snickered, shoving the door open and you followed inside.
It was a bedroom, huge with a massive bed fit with dark satin sheets, chairs and a modest velvety couch around a fireplace, massive double glass doors that opened to a big balcony. It was decorated nicely and if it wasn’t for the Naoya-centric photos, certifications and awards hung and purposefully placed around you would have assumed it was the master and his parents room, but no parent is that proud of their kid.
“All yours, no elbows or lines,” Satoru said proudly, waving a hand at another door on the far side of the room as he flopped down onto the bed and you asked no more questions. Making a beeline right for the door and shutting it a little harshly behind you.
You pulled your phone out and sent a message as soon as you weren’t in danger of ruining your lack of pants.
[You] 11:04 P.M. u see sugu in the last 10ish mins??
[Sho-hoe] 11:05 P.M. nope srry no sign ofthe raven
[Sho-hoe] 11:06 P.M. hime saw u got draggd upstairs by te dove tho he hehhh
[Sho-hoe] 11:06 P.M. nuahgty grl
[You] 11:06 P.M. thx and plssss give hime ur phone for the rest of the nite
You scoffed at the dumb code names and how obliterated she clearly already was and tucked your phone away after washing your hands and stepped back out.
Satoru was sprawled on Naoya’s bed, scrolling on his phone waiting for you. He looked just as he usually did, dressed down in dark jeans that frayed a little at the cuffs, a dark, slightly oversized long sleeve t-shirt with the design for what you knew after several weeks of seeing him was his favorite digimon—Agumon.
“How do you know Naoya’s house so well?” You asked, flopping down onto the bed next to Satoru and he tossed his phone up by the pillows.
“Our families are in cahoots, I've been coming here since I was a kid and vice versa.” He rolled onto his side to face you, glasses sat low on the sloped bridge of his nose and a cheeky half smile playing at his lips. “First time I've been in here without him though, wanna go through his stuff?”
You snorted a laugh rolled onto your back, “So badly, I bet he’s got great dirt in here. But I gotta get back to third wheeling downstairs.”
Satoru hummed at your side, “Think they can wait like, five more minutes?” You turned your head to face him, the sweet, wide smile on his face that masked unmistakable mischief, and raised your brows. “Ten minutes?” He offered instead.
You held his bright cerulean eyes, holding your ground for as long as you could knowing full well you had just as much of a hard time saying no to Satoru too.
“That’s not how you negotiate,” The corners of your mouth betrayed you as you spoke, rolling with him as he grinned, pulling you to straddle his lap.
“No? My methods seemed to work just fine,” He pointed out plainly, holding your hips as you rocked back a little on the bulge growing in his jeans.
It was frankly annoying how right he was. You still had to find Suguru and it would most definitely not be just ten minutes, but how could you just leave when Satoru was flushed and sharing your breath as your fingers tangled in his hair. Those big hands squeezing the fat of your ass as he rutted his clothed cock against you and your ruined panties.
You’d never fucked both of them in the same day, let alone even seen them in the same night. And as much as the thought of finding Suguru later and fucking him with Satoru’s cum still leaking from your needy pussy made your belly flutter with twisted arousal, that was a little too far.
So you shimmied down, undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his pretty, pale cock out. Eyes on his as he leaned up on his forearms and moaned when you traced a vein up with your flat tongue and swirled around his flushed tip.
A few minutes later you wiped away some of your eye makeup that had started to run in the mirror of Naoya’s bathroom and snickered at the idea of Satoru being the only one getting head in that bed tonight. Joining him again with a fast kiss on his warm, pink cheek and combing your fingers through his messy hair.
“Wait here for a couple minutes, I don't need a spiel about safe sex or whatever from the town drunk.” You smiled sweetly at the mildly dazed Satoru, oblivious to any ulterior motives in your staggered exits.
He nodded and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up again as you slipped out the door and shut it softly behind you. Through the crowded hall, down the stairs and all the way to the dining room to fix a new drink and stifle any taste of Satoru left in your mouth before you new years kissed (etc.) Suguru in thirty minutes.
Shit, were you kind of messy?
You held the mix of sprite and some clear liquor in your mouth for a moment and assessed your situation a little. Maybe you were, but you were having fun too, and wasn’t that the whole point?
There was no sign of Satoru or Suguru anywhere on the main floor, and you figured you were in the clear as much as you could be. Waiting out the time before your phone buzzed sunk into a plush chair near a—
Your brief zone out was interrupted by a message and you figured it was probably Shoko or Utahime since it was still half an hour to midnight. But it was Suguru.
[Sugu] 11:28 P.M. last door on the 2nd floor, whenever you’re ready
You didn’t even question it, just hauled your ass out of that comfy chair and made your way back up to the second floor. Only registering that the room was familiar as you approached the door.
Something in your hazy head made you hesitate as your fingers hovered over the handle, but what was there to hesitate about? Definitely not the possibility of fucking Suguru in Naoya’s room.
The thought made you chuckle to yourself, that you'd be the only one getting any in his room, as you pushed the door open.
Suguru looked up from his phone, sitting legs spread on Naoya’s dark bedspread. He smiled as he caught your eye, but didn’t get up, just leaned back a little, tossing his phone to the side and letting you come to him as usual.
Not that you ever minded, especially not then. Legs wide open to you in dark, loose jeans, simple black t-shirt that hugged every perfect muscle that flexed and rippled with each movement. His hair was down, falling around his shoulders in soft, silken waves you were dying to run your fingers through.
You might have crawled on all fours to that man if he asked.
He didn’t though, just lifted his chin a little and smiled right back at you as you walked in.
“I think your summons came a little early,” You noted and Suguru’s deep violet eyes narrowed a fraction, thick, dark lashes giving him something feline to the look he shot you.
“Mhm, I wanted to make sure we all had time before the year turned over. New leaf and all that.”
His words hit wrong and you furrowed your brow at Suguru, it seemed to only fuel whatever had him looking at you like you were a rabbit that hadn’t realized it stepped right into a snare.
“What do you mean?”
You were about to find out that that’s exactly what you were.
Suguru’s eyes drifted off to the side quickly, sending a look that was almost imperceivable with how quick and minute it was. But your pulse was starting to pick up and your mind was racing to the worst case scenario.
Could he have—
“C’mon, princess,” Suguru crooned at your confused expression. “I know. We know, actually.”
Your stomach dropped. Oh fuck.
“Gotcha,” A voice chirped behind you and you jumped as the door swung shut, whirling around to be met with Satoru leaned against the wall, one hand tucked in the pocket of his jeans. You knew it in your gut before you saw him there, but it didn’t stop you from floundering like a beached fish. Mouth opening and closing trying to figure out how exactly to ask how?
“I-I don’t—” You cut yourself off, observing the look Satoru and Suguru were sharing. Not frustration, anger, anything negative you might have expected.
It was amused. A silent conversation passed that you were decidedly not a part of and you went from oh fuck to what the fuck?
“Do you… know him?” You pointed the question at Suguru, who tore his eyes off the white haired man on your other side and suddenly the weight of both their attention was on you.
“Come here,” Suguru beckoned you to him, cocking his head and watching under low lashes as you slowly approached. Stopping once you were between his legs, your racing pulse picking up again as he skimmed his knuckles up your bare thigh and finally answered your question.
“Of course I do, Satoru has been my best friend since we were, what, fourteen?” He looked behind you as he asked and Satoru hummed from across the room.
“I was fifteen, close enough though.”
Suguru rolled his eyes, “Anyways, my point stands.” He set his eyes on you again, both hands gliding up the backs of your thighs with a smirk. “We absolutely know each other.”
“Seems like someone’s been pretty busy lately, huh, Sugu?” Satoru spoke up behind you and you turned to look but Suguru caught your chin in one hand and held your face to him.
“Very busy.” He agreed, holding your eyes with a sharp look. “No wonder she needs a tutor, shes getting fucked stupid every day that ends with ‘y’.”
There was a burn you felt in not just your face, but in your belly that had your thighs squeeze a little. It didn’t go unnoticed by Suguru, who’s hand was high enough on your leg he was almost holding your ass.
You had no idea what to say, mostly because apologizing didn’t feel right since they didn’t even seem mad.
You shifted a little under the weight of Suguru’s sharp eyes as you tried to just say something. “We never, like, talked about it. I didn’t think—”
“You’re right, we never even talked about it.” Satoru pitched in behind you, getting closer as he spoke, pulling your hair back and speaking close enough to your ear that his lips brushed the shell, making you shiver. “What if I wanted to go steady, sweetheart?”
“What if I wanted to go steady, hey princess?” Suguru piled on immediately, gripping your thigh and holding your chin as Satoru’s soft fingers traced the curve of your neck. Affronting every sense to make you feel almost dizzy just from their touch.
“You were really going to suck him off, and come kiss me barely even thirty minutes later?” Suguru questioned, tutting with disapproval. “Kinda slutty, don’t you think, Satoru?”
“So fucking slutty,” He hissed agreement in your ear and your breath caught.
“Act like a slut, get treated like a slut.” Suguru shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Is that what you want, princess? To be our slut?”
He didn’t give you a moment to answer, spinning you to face Satoru and pulling you to sit in his lap. Your miniskirt was hiked around your hips and Suguru had your legs spread wide open to Satoru.
“Look at that,” The pad of a thick finger slid featherlight over your slick panties. Drenched through and sticking to your puffy pussy. “Good girls don’t get this wet from sucking cock, right Satoru?”
“You’re so right, Sugu,” He murmured back, eyes trained on where Suguru’s fingers were gliding, pressing everywhere but your clit. “But sluts definitely do,”
Suguru laughed, and you felt the reverberation of it in his chest pressed against your back. His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, “Is that why you didn't fuck him? Wanted to come fuck me instead?”
Satoru took a step closer, and you bit your lip, keeping your eyes on his. “Just couldn't say no to me though, isn't that right?” He trailed a finger through your cleavage, up your neck to hold your chin, pulling your lip free and leaning close. “Can't say no to me, can't say no to Sugu. Greedy and slutty, aren't you, sweetheart?”
“Someone wanted the whole cake tonight. Did you bite off more than you could handle, princess?” Suguru’s breath was hot in your ear and his hands never stopped going, peeling the ruined gusset of your panties to the side to expose your bare pussy to Satoru. His full lips parted, pale lashes lowering as Suguru used two fingers to spread your slick folds.
A whimper left your lips, eyes unfocused as your head fell back to rest on Suguru’s shoulder. You could feel the purr of his voice as he spoke to Satoru, but all you could do was clutch at his muscled forearm.
“Go ahead, take them off.”
Fingers curled around the waistband of your panties and pulled. You lifted your head, and Satoru was on his knees between yours and Suguru’s legs, looking up not at you, but at Suguru.
“Don’t let her come until I say so,” Suguru instructed the man with his face not six full inches from your cunt, his smooth hands sliding up your thighs to push them further apart as he rolled his eyes.
“You’re no fun, Sugu,” Satoru licked a long stripe from hole to clit and your spine bowed off Suguru’s chest, a quick cry ripping from your throat as he flicked over the neglected bud. “You said you wanted to make her cry, right?”
“You’re such a complainer, this’ll be plenty of fun so don’t worry about that. Use your pretty mouth for something more useful than talking will ya?” Suguru teased and Satoru scoffed, but he did as he was told. Suguru kissed your cheek, trailing down to your neck. “You’ll cry for me, won’t you princess?”
You couldn’t answer, not with Satoru gliding through your folds, pointing his tongue and teasing at your drooling hole to make you keen.
“Who’s face do you like making a mess on more? His,” Suguru dragged his tongue up your neck, the warm metal gliding firmly over your skin to make you shiver. “Or mine?”
All you could do was whine out with Suguru latched on your throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Palming your breast with one hand and carding his fingers through Satoru's hair to keep his face buried in your pussy.
It was possessive in a way and even as Satoru had you speared on his tongue, glasses fogged with his nose rubbing against your clit just right. He had your legs shaking in his hands and pressure ready to burst deep, but you couldn’t deny it. Suguru just had a talent for it and knew how to use that god damn piercing to make you sob when he put his mouth on you.
Again, you couldn’t answer and Suguru was well aware of what he was doing. Holding silence wasn’t right though because quickly Suguru had a hand in your hair turning your face to him, and the other that was on Satoru’s head pulled him off you and sent your climb to climax to a screeching halt. You choked on nothing, trembling in Suguru’s lap and Satoru yelped.
“Ow! The fuck—that hurt, asshole.” Satoru yanked his head back out of Suguru’s reach and rubbed a sore spot where his hair was pulled hard.
“Sorry, but you like it when she does it, right?” Suguru countered, not taking his eyes off you as you breathed hard and came down.
“That’s different,” Satoru snapped back and Suguru hummed, his hand dipping down to push two fingers into your hole and you twitched with sensitivity. He plunged them in and out slowly, curling up to hit a sweet spot deep inside. The sounds were obscene, slick coated his fingers and leaked down your ass, no doubt making a mess under you.
Suguru pulled your face to him, hand in your hair and tugging as his lips found yours. You moaned into his mouth as he fucked his long, thick digits into you and licked into your mouth, the barbell clicking against your teeth and sliding against your own tongue.
When he pulled his fingers from your pulsing cunt just as you started to feel pressure crest, you were kind of expecting it. Suguru could be soft and gentle, but he had the capacity to make you sob and beg for relief or release when he wanted. What he really wanted was for you to cry. So you didn’t stop the tears that slipped out at the ache of another lost release that twisted through your gut.
He broke the kiss and looked at your face, your trembling lip and glossy eyes, and smiled. He admired his own fingers next, the sticky translucent webs that stretched between when he scissored.
And last, was Satoru.
“Open your mouth,” Suguru ordered and Satoru scoffed. “Just do it, don’t be a brat.” Satoru glared, hesitating. But Suguru always got what he wanted, it didn’t matter who he wanted it from, and Satoru dropped his jaw slowly. Eyes flicking from you to Suguru, a mild flush tinging his pale cheeks.
Fire flickered to new heights in your belly as you watched Suguru push his fingers into Satoru’s mouth. Suguru slid in and out, gliding over Satoru’s pink tongue and pale lashes fluttered a little as Suguru pushed in deep.
“You’re so good Satoru, so fucking pretty,” Suguru purred praise to the man still on his knees between your legs, and a moan spilled out around those thick fingers stuffed in his mouth. “Be a good boy for me and suck,”
Satoru closed his full lips and held Suguru’s gaze as he licked and sucked your slick arousal off his fingers. Humming and moaning without hesitation, the blush across his face was deep but whatever uncertainty he had was gone now. He palmed his hard cock over his jeans, lashes fluttering at the mild relief, his other hand squeezing your thigh hard. Suguru rolled his hips up into you, grinding his own bulge against your ass.
“You like watching, don’t you?” Suguru murmured in your ear and you didn’t even need to think, just nodded softly and immediately. Your pussy practically had its own pulse with how much need was throbbing through you.
You were right in the middle of and squirming around at whatever was happening around you.
Sure, you'd dreamt of the possibility of having them both but it wasn't something you thought would happen in the real waking world. But here they both were, and you were watching them together.
Suguru pulled out of Satoru’s mouth, a lewd string of saliva connecting them for a moment before it broke and hung from Satoru’s deep pink lips. You turned to the dark haired man, seeing a hint of flush across his face too.
“Sugu,” He put his dark gaze on you and hummed.
“Yes, princess?”
“I want to kiss Satoru,” You fluttered your lashes at Suguru, hand smoothing down his forearm and he chuckled.
“I bet you do, he's pretty hard to resist huh?” Suguru responded pointedly, his tone hinted at your lack of control not even an hour before, so you just pursed your lips and nodded. “Go on then, don't keep our poor pretty boy waiting.”
You turned back to Satoru to pull him in, but he was already on his feet, cupping your face and putting his lips on yours as you sat in Suguru’s lap. Feeling his thick cock rolling up against you from below as Satoru’s lips pressed yours open, tasting yourself on his tongue as he met yours.
He pushed you back into Suguru’s chest and your fingers thread up through his soft hair. Your head rolled back onto Suguru’s shoulder, his hands on your waist and holding you in place as Satoru tugged your top down, freeing your tits and Suguru squeezed one as Satoru cupped the other.
Satoru groaned into your mouth as you tugged his hair gently, and Suguru murmured in your ear, squeezing your nipple and twisting to make you squeal and break the kiss.
“Take his cock out,”
You didn’t question and didn’t hesitate to do exactly that, using both hands to open Satoru’s belt with a soft clink. You looked up at him as you popped the button on his jeans.
“Take your shirt off, it’s in my way.” He grinned and obliged quickly, yanking it off in one motion and tossing it to the floor, leaving his glasses crooked on his face. You admired him for a moment, eyes roving the lean cut of his body, following the trail of snowy hair that led straight to what had your mouth practically watering again, and tugged his jeans and boxers low enough that his pale cock sprang free.
A soft sigh left his lips as you wrapped a hand around the base, twisting a little on the glide up how you knew he liked it, pre leaking from the slit in his blushing tip. Suguru worked your tits, kneading and rolling and pinching, nipping at the skin of your neck while you pumped your hand on Satoru’s cock.
He gripped Suguru’s broad shoulder with one hand and kissed you again, towering over and leaning you back on Suguru’s other shoulder. His other glided up your slit and you moaned into Satoru’s mouth as he slid two long fingers knuckle deep. Making the hand on his cock falter in its rhythm for a moment.
It was like they had done this before, how perfectly they played off and with each other. Like you were a toy, and Satoru and Suguru were no stranger to sharing those.
“Greedy girl wanted both of us tonight, think you can handle us at the same time?” Suguru murmured, a lilt to his voice that hinted at amusement seeing you try to do just that. In lieu of a verbal response, your walls fluttered around Satoru’s fingers and his lips against yours.
“I felt that,” He smirked, barely pulling away from your mouth to speak. “Soaking wet just at the idea of taking both of us. You really are a fucking slut, aren't you baby?”
“How many times did you beg me to fill you up just to get Satoru to fuck my cum back into you?” Suguru asked, his voice low like he wouldn’t have minded it and Satoru’s eyes glittered at those words.
But you jumped to deny it because that was the one rule you held yourself to. It wasn't just sex, not with either of them. Sure it was casual but you cared about both of them, you liked both of them, a lot.
It was just hard to decide between the two because when you asked yourself who you liked more… you weren't sure if there even was an answer to that.
“No, I never—ngh, never saw you both on the same day.” You whimpered out your claim at innocence, holding Satoru’s icy eyes through his smudged glasses. They flicked to Suguru and the man chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through your back.
“Well, you were going to kiss me with his cum in your mouth, so I guess that changed the first chance you had the opportunity.” Suguru retorted, pinching a nipple as Satoru thrust his fingers in deep and curled up, prodding an overworked spot inside as his thumb pressed up on your clit.
There was no denying that one, not that you could. Writhing and keening in Suguru’s lap, your head thrown back and panting at the attention paid all over your body. Satoru rolled his hips slowly, fucking your fist knowing you were too overstimulated to move yourself. It was almost too much, but you could tell this was the beginning of whatever was about to happen.
“Hey Sugu, I think she's ready, yeah?” Satoru asked, pulling his fingers from your sticky cunt and showing the mess off to Suguru.
“Definitely, put her on the bed.”
Satoru obeyed quickly. Biceps flexing as he lifted you off Suguru and tossed you to lie on your back. Tits bouncing as you hit the comforter, your knees pressed together under the weight of both their wandering eyes.
The attempt at modesty felt pathetic and didn't last. They each had a hand on a knee and pried your legs apart.
“Don’t be all shy now, sweetheart,” Satoru squeezed your leg and slid his hand down, smirking cheeky and too attractive for his own good. Head tilted and platinum bangs falling across his eyes.
“Sorry princess, but it's a little late to feign innocence.” Suguru said with mock pity, tilting his head at you. His fingers tugged the hem of his shirt up, and he pulled it over his head. You swallowed hard at his bare chest, broad and toned, his abs that rippled as his thick arms went up over his head, hair cascading around his shoulders as he tossed his shirt to the floor. Satoru looked him over as well, gaze sliding over his bare body.
Your eyes bounced back and forth, from Satoru—standing taller and leaner, to Suguru—only a couple of inches shorter than the man next to him, but he was broader, more muscled. It was almost funny how they held the same differences in their pants.
Where Satoru was longer, Suguru was thicker.
Suguru walked around the bed and your eyes followed him as he stopped to stand on the side opposite Satoru.
“Come here,” He demanded, softly but firmly and you obliged, rolling over to crawl to him on all fours. Stopping only when you were inches from him. You knew what he wanted and had his pants undone and were pulling them down before he said another word. Strong fingers curled into your hair and held tight as you pulled his thick, veined cock free, head blushing deep and leaking.
He kicked his jeans off and got on the bed to kneel in front of you. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and glided up, thumb smearing pearly pre-cum beading at the slit.
Tummy tight with desire and mouth practically watering at the sight before you, about to lean in and lick his drooling tip, Suguru stopped you with that hand in your hair before you could. Wincing as he pulled you upright and long fingers curled into the hem of your shirt and tugged up.
Satoru was behind you and pulling your shirt off, discarding it to the floor with theirs.
“Wanna taste him sweetheart?” He murmured in your ear, hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts and you leaned back into his chest. His cock slid between your folds with your ass pressed to his hips and you moaned, nodding. Eyes on Suguru as he watched Satoru grind himself against you.
“Mhm, Sugu I wanna—ah, s-suck you,” Brows pinching, you reached for Suguru as Satoru held you close. The man in front of you chuckled softly and leaned in close, lips barely brushing yours. His hands closed around your hips, pushing and pulling you to grind against Satroru’s cock.
“I know you do, princess. Think you can be good and slutty for us and take Satoru while you're choking on me?”
Oh fuck. The thought sent a shiver rushing up your spine, heat pooling in your belly to make you whine out and nod quickly.
“Yes! Fuck, god yes—I want you both, please.”
That was it.
They shared a look over your shoulder and both leaned back simultaneously. Your miniskirt was shoved off quickly and discarded with the rest of all your clothes. Satoru held your hip and slid a hand up your spine, pushing down between your shoulder blades. Suguru had a hand in your hair again, the other held the base of his cock as your palms planted on his thighs. He pulled your head back to look up at him, your jaw dropping to let your mouth hang open, tongue out a little how you knew he liked.
He smirked and slapped the tip of his cock on your tongue a few times, letting you taste the salty pre leaking. Satoru slid between folds, wetting himself further with your slick, squeezing your hip hard enough to ache.
Suguru pushed in first. Using his grip in your hair to hold your head as he thrust in. Thick cock filling your mouth with just the first couple inches. Tongue gliding along the underside, lips stretched around him as he fucked into you, getting deeper as you started to adjust.
As you got Suguru halfway in, Satoru was lined up to your entrance and slipping his cock in, pushing through your ring of tightening muscles. Your lashes fluttered at the stretch, moaning around Suguru as they both thrust into you.
“Fuck, you're so tight sweetheart,” Satoru moaned behind you, rolling his hips to drive deeper.
“She likes getting her face fucked,” Suguru added with a mean snap deep into your throat just to make you gag and clench around Satoru.
“I know that,” Satoru snapped back, hips slapping your ass as he shoved all the way in and forced you further onto Suguru’s cock. Eyes watering and whimpering at the fullness from both ends.
“You seem to like this a lot, if only you'd been honest earlier we could’ve been fucking you together months ago.” Satoru said regretfully and Suguru shared the sentiment with a chastising look down at you.
“Did it get you wet, going between two guys any time you wanted?” Suguru asked, thumb brushing your cheek to swipe through a wet track. Still sliding in and out of your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “Did you ever touch yourself thinking about having both of us like this?”
“Fuck Sugu,” Satoru whined, driving deep and stilling as your pussy fluttered around him. “She's squeezing the shit out of me every time you talk to her,”
Suguru looked up at Satoru with a smug smirk, not stopping the movement of his hips. “Are you really complaining about good pussy?” He scoffed a laugh and glanced back at you. “Has he not been fucking you properly?”
“I fuck her just fine,” Satoru hissed back, bottoming out again with a harsh thrust that pushed you into Suguru again and you whimpered. “Isn't that right, baby?” Satoru asked, like you could fucking answer with Suguru's cock halfway down your throat, just focusing on breathing through your nose as they drove into you with a coordinated rhythm.
Finally, Suguru pulled your head and angled his hips and your nose buried in the dark hair at the base of his cock. “Oh fuuuck, that's it, princess.” He groaned, hand smoothing over your throat to feel the bulge of his cock deep. “Take it all like such a good girl—god you feel so fucking good.”
Tears streaming and drool streaked down your chin, the praise sent heat to your already pulsing cunt. Making you moan around him and tighten around Satoru.
“Fuck yeah she does,” Satoru groaned, gripping an asscheek in each hand and spreading to watch his cock slide in and out. “So fucking good,”
“Does he feel good, princess? You gonna come on his pretty cock like a good, slutty girl?” Suguru crooned, leaking warm pre-cum deep in your throat and you barely responded, humming a muffled confirmation as you blinked up at him.
Dizzy with pressure and pleasure that sparked like electricity all the way to your toes. You'd long since lost track of time and only when the barely audible shouting of five came from downstairs and cut through the fog, did you remember you were about to roll into the new year.
Starting it off between two guys and stuffed from either end. The wholesome, good ol’ fashioned way!
“Sorry, princess.” Suguru said to you and looked up, locking eyes with Satoru as the crowd shouted four!
“Satoru,” He said, his voice low and rough and filled with desire you could hear and see on his face.
Three!
“Suguru,” Satoru replied breathlessly and you didn’t need to see his face, you could hear how wrecked he looked.
They both stilled for just a moment, Suguru's hand in your hair tight enough to sting, Satoru clutching your hip with bruising grip.
Two!
They moved at the same time. In sync in a way that only people who'd spent years paying attention to each other could be.
Satoru reached and thread his fingers through Suguru’s long, silky hair. Suguru held the back of Satoru's head, gripping the nape of his neck. They pulled each other close, shoved as deep as possible in you as they shared a breath.
One!
Satoru closed the distance, putting his lips on Suguru's as the crowd exploded into cheers. It was light and experimental at first, but it deepened when Satoru tilted his head and Suguru pressed Satoru's mouth open. The white haired man moaned as his tongue met Suguru's. Tasting and feeling the warm metal of that barbell as it clicked against his teeth.
All you could do was whimper and squirm at what was happening above you, hearing the chu of their lips sliding together, the little noises Satoru made as Suguru held him close and licked into his mouth. The need in their panting breaths that made you wonder if this was even the first time they'd kissed.
It wasn't.
Suguru bit Satoru, sharp teeth sinking into the plush of his lower lip for a moment. He whimpered, and was cut off when Suguru captured his mouth again.
Still buried to the hilt in your cunt, Satoru rolled his hips to chase friction and pushed deeper, moaning around Suguru’s tongue. Making you whine out and claw at Suguru's thick thigh as his drooling tip grinded against your cervix. Suguru offered no relief though, his grip firm in your hair and hips angled to make shallow thrusts deep in your throat and you started to choke on his cock with tears blurring your vision.
Finally, they broke apart after an eternity keeping you pinned between them and Suguru pulled out of your mouth. You gasped for breath and coughed, saliva stringing from your lips to his cock as you spluttered.
“You okay, princess?” He asked, tilting your face up to him. Eyes dark with blown pupils and lips glossed with his and Satoru’s spit. You sniffed and nodded and Suguru smiled, taking his cock in hand again. “You ready?”
“Mhm,” Your jaw dropped, tongue out and Suguru fed you his cock inch by inch.
They both picked up the pace, Suguru fucking your throat properly as Satoru drove his leaking cock deep, dragging against a sweet spot that had your lashes fluttering.
“Make her come, Satoru. Our girl's been so good, taking us both so fucking perfect.” Suguru ordered, glancing back and forth between you both.
“You’re so right, Sugu,” Satoru purred, a hand sliding down your thigh, fingertips grazing lightly back up the inside to tease a little. Tracing your cunt stretched around his cock and hissing as he felt himself dragging in and out. “So perfect, like she was made for us.”
Finally, your eyes rolled in your fucking skull and a loud moan slipped out around Suguru’s cock as the pad of Satoru’s fingers pressed up on your throbbing clit.
It was instant, how your whole body glittered with electricity and they both recognized it. Fucking into you faster, harder, pushing and pulling your mushy mind between them to spin dizzyingly until all you could feel was their cocks and the pressure that had you ready to explode.
Gripping Suguru’s thigh hard, nails digging into the muscle as he groaned, head falling back and his cock pulsing in your throat.
Satoru panted your name, toying your twitching clit as he leaned down and put his heavy, sweat slicked chest on your back, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna come for me, yeah? Be a good girl and make a mess on my cock like Sugu said, okay?”
How in the hell could you ever say no to that? Your body certainly couldn't.
The first wave hit like a truck and your eyes squeezed shut as your spine bowed. Your scream stifled and held in your throat by Suguru's cock shoved deep.
Suguru groaned low in his chest and Satoru started babbling, cock twitching and ready to spill into your spasming cunt.
“Oh fuck yes,” He gasped, slamming balls deep as you convulsed with every messy circle he rubbed. “Feel so good, god damn—it's driving me fucking crazy watching you suck him like that. So fucking perfect, right Sugu?”
“Mhm, for such a slut, she's a pretty good girl,” Suguru put both hands in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your face at a dizzying pace, panting between words as he worked himself closer to release. “Hey princess? Gonna be a good girl and let Satoru fill that slutty pussy up?”
You couldn’t answer, arms buckling but Satoru held you up, not stopping the ministrations on your overworked bud or the slap of his hips against your ass as he dug his cock into that sweet, tender spot over and over.
So Satoru answered for you.
“Fuck yeah,” He grunted, hair tickling your shoulder as his head dropped, “She's gonna take it all. Loves taking my cum—hah, walking back to class still dripping—fuck.”
“Fucking him at school? Mnh—now that's slutty,” Suguru chided, a moan slipping out. “Both of you, actually.”
“Oh my god,” Satoru whined, pace erratic and growing sloppy. “Fuck—I'm-I'm gonna—” He cut himself off with a loud groan, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezed you tight. You felt the kick deep and he shuddered. His cock spurted, filling you with warmth as he flooded you with cum. Spilling more with every jerky snap of his hips as he fucked it deeper.
You keened, feeling it seep out around his cock and dribble down your thigh. Blinking up at Suguru with bleary eyes. He pulled out of your throat and slid his throbbing cock over your tongue. Hair falling around his flushed face as he gazed down at you with lips parted.
“Hold it, okay princess? Don't swallow yet.” He said breathlessly and his cock pulsed on your tongue. His hips stuttered and he spilled into your mouth with a groan. Cock kicking as shot after shot of hot, salty cum filled your mouth and you fought the urge to swallow and cough. Fresh tears streamed but you kept your eyes on Suguru. Body twitching as Satoru pumped into you with short thrusts, pushing you past overstimulated as they filled you in tandem.
Suguru loosened his grip in your hair, breathing heavy and running one hand through his thick, black locks. Satoru unlatched from your shoulder and you pursed your lips as Suguru pulled out of your mouth.
He helped you sit back, and you sagged against Satroru’s chest, keeping him seated inside you. Cunt full of his cum and mouth still full of Suguru’s.
“Kiss him, give our pretty boy a taste.” Suguru instructed and you were so fucking dazed you didn't really understand what he was saying.
Not until Satoru had your face in his hand and turned you to look at him. Pale cheeks flushed, usually brilliantly bright eyes dark with wide pupils, unobscured by his glasses. Hair a mess, stuck with sweat around his forehead and temples.
“Kiss me, sweetheart.” Your mouths met and his tongue teased the seam of your lips. Finally catching up, fire flared again and you spit Suguru's warm cum into Satoru’s mouth.
He reacted instantly, moaning at the taste and rolling his hips up into you. Nails digging into his forearm, your mouth opened with a whimper, tongue meeting his as the kiss deepened.
“Mmph—wha—” You pulled away and started as Suguru pushed you both to lay back, but were quickly shut up by Satoru dragging you back in. Heavy eyes fluttered shut again as you let your weight rest on Satoru. Sharing the taste of Suguru as your tongues slid together, big hands keeping your legs spread.
“Mm!” You jolted and broke the kiss, eyes flying open to the sight of Suguru flicking his tongue on your sensitive clit. “Ohh fuck, S-Suguuu,” You whined, brows pinched as that fucking barbell hit and made your legs tremble. Still stuffed with Satoru’s cock, he held you close with an arm wrapped under your chest.
All you could do was watch as Suguru glided lower and drove you fucking mad tracing where you were connected to Satoru.
“Mnh, ohh shit,” Satoru hissed, feeling metal pressed firmly to his cock, and his best friends tongue gliding to collect the mix of cum and slick seeping out. “F-fuck, feels so good, doesn't it sweetheart? Love how Sugu uses that f-fucking thing—holy shit,”
Satoru rolled his hips up, fucking into you with slow, shallow strokes as Suguru worked your twitching clit.
It was so much, too much. Already spent and being forced back up, belly clenching and squeezing around Satoru. No words, just noises escaped you, pitched and choked and getting stuck in your sore throat.
“Hold her there for me.” Suguru said and Satoru obliged, holding your thigh as Suguru released it. “Let’s get you prepped, princess.”
You wanted to ask what the hell does that mean? But you choked on “Wha—” When he spat right on your connection to the man under you and two thick fingers pushed into your already very full entrance. The stretch of it burned and your body tensed, clamping down around Satoru to make him jolt and hiss.
“Hey, relax, you gotta loosen up a little for me, okay baby?” Suguru spoke low and soothing, stilling for a moment and letting you adjust to the stretch and pressure filling you. Your skin was on fire, trembling in their grip and sucking uneven gulps of air in. But you licked your lips and nodded a little, wanting to try it, trusting both of them to stop if you said it was too much.
A few deep breaths and you'd eased enough to let Suguru push a little deeper and he hummed in approval.
“That’s it, I know it's a lot but you're doing so good, princess.” Suguru purred to you, thrusting in and out slowly, rubbing against Satroru’s cock to elicit pitched noises from the man under you. “You wanted both of us, right? Gotta make sure you can handle all that.”
A quick cry ripped out of you, fluttering around everything filling you as Suguru flicked his tongue on your clit. He drew back, and slipped a third finger inside. It was brutal, like you'd never felt before but still pleasurable with that metal ball hitting over and over, synced with every thrust and crook of his fingers.
One hand carded through his hair, threading into silky strands and holding. The other gripping Satoru’s forearm, hard enough to leave a mark on his soft, pale skin.
It happened fast. Your own climax sneaking up on you to hit and punch the air from your lungs. Back arching, head thrown back with a guttural cry. Hips trying to buck wildly but held in place at the hands of each man that had some part of them inside you as you gushed on Satoru’s cock all over again.
Suguru pulled his hand free and you and Satoru both whimpered as his digits retreated. You went limp on Satoru’s chest as Suguru leaned over you both, a smirk on his shiny lips. “Open up,” He said, voice rough and those deep violet eyes on Satoru’s.
Watching as the man under you parted his lips and opened his mouth to Suguru, a lewd, creamy drip of saliva and your slick and Satoru’s cum fell from his lips and landed on the other's tongue, and Satoru held it in his mouth. Turning to you, he took your face in hand and your mouths met. Opening to him and tasting that filthy mix on his tongue.
The moment you broke apart, Suguru was pulling you to sit up. You winced as Satoru’s cock slipped out, a little sore but Suguru had you in his lap and his tongue down your throat to make you forget all about that. Replacing everything in your head with the desire to be speared on his fat cock.
And lucky for you, Suguru was going to give you what you wanted. Even luckier? Satoru was going to help.
Suguru pulled you down with him, tits squished against his bare chest as his back hit the bed. Hair fanned out around his head and looking up at you, one hand on your waist and the other cupping the nape of your neck.
Slippery with Satoru’s cum leaking out, smearing on your thighs and dripping onto Suguru’s abs. He rolled up to slide his cock through your soaked folds and you clutched his bicep, gripping that dragon curling around him.
Satoru was behind you, tapping your hip. “Lift your ass up, sweetheart. Yeahhh, just like that,” Your hips canted back and Satoru positioned you with one hand and held the base of Suguru’s cock with the other.
The man under you sucked a sharp breath through clenched teeth as Satoru guided his thick tip to your messy, leaking hole.Your lip caught in your teeth as Satoru pushed you down a little, cunt stretching to take the first inch.
A moan pitched up into a whine as Satoru held your hips and dragged you further down onto Suguru’s cock. He groaned, squeezing the fat of your ass and bucking up to drive deeper as you started to fuck yourself on his cock with Satoru’s help.
“Still feeling greedy baby?” Suguru asked with a mean stroke that had him nearly bottomed out. Satoru piled right on, figuratively and literally.
You felt his slender cock slip between your legs, rubbing against Suguru’s. “Feel how fucking soaked she is, definitely ready for more.”
“You want Satoru in here too? Ready for us to wreck this slutty little pussy together?” Suguru asked, not stopping the grind of his hips up to yours, holding your neck and waiting for a response.
“I want Satoru, too.” You pouted, lips pushed out. He was right, they might wreck you like this. But the thought just made whatever was already burning hot in your belly spark further and you asked for it—begged for it without another thought. “I wanna feel both of you, please Sugu. I need you, need Satoru in me too, please.”
“Fuck, can’t say no to that, can we Sugu?” Satoru hummed behind you and Suguru smirked, eyes narrowing further.
“You’re so pretty when you beg, princess. Go on Satoru, give our girl what she wants.”
He wasted no time. A wide palm slipped up your spine and pushed you down to lie flush against Suguru’s chest. Satoru squeezed your ass, holding a cheek and spreading you wide. He lined up with the cock already inside, and Suguru smoothed his palm over your back in a comforting motion.
“Ready sweetheart? Biiiig stretch,” Satoru drawled, pressed hard to your entrance and all it took was a few slight rolls of his hips and the head of his cock popped right in with how slick you all were.
But it stole your breath almost immediately and you gasped for air as both of them hissed as you tensed up. Your cunt ached with biting pain at being forced open so wide you thought you might tear and you started to panic.
“Oh fuck! Too much too much too much!” You cried, heaving fast, ragged breaths as fresh tears spilled at the ache. “I-I-I don’t th-think I can—”
Suguru said your name softly, his arm circling your body to hold you close, the other caressing your hot cheek. “Hey hey hey, deep breath, okay?” You swallowed hard and did as he said, a little shaky on the inhale and puffing your cheeks to blow out. “Perfect, keep going, just like that,”
Doing as Suguru asked, you took in lungfulls of air. Every nerve on your body lit up, the ache still sharp but starting to wane slightly with both Satoru and Suguru stilled inside you. Satoru barely moved, just rubbing his thumb over your hip as he held gently.
“Try to relax a little, like you did before, okay?” Suguru said, still rubbing your back and you focused on your breaths, on letting the tension that wound through you, loosen. Eyes sliding shut as your shoulders drooped a little, tummy resting on Suguru as your spine dropped, hips lifting with the motion and you instantly felt relief.
“Oh yes, that’s it sweetheart, you’re doing so good,” Satoru moaned your praise and Suguru affirmed it quickly.
“He’s right, you’re doing so good for us princess. Satoru is going to move a little, okay? If it hurts we can stop, sound good?” You nodded and Suguru hummed, palm settled on the small of your back.
“I’m gonna push in, go a little deeper. Tell me how it feels, okay sweetheart?” Satoru asked and your belly fluttered, humming as you nodded. He held your hips with both hands and pulled back a fraction, then sank in slowly. You breathed deep as you were filled with pressure, and Satoru stilled again another inch deeper.
The ache was dull, you felt the intensity of the stretch and it was hot, but it didn’t hurt.
It felt… good. Full already but wanting to keep going to see if you really could take both of them.
“Feels good, Satoru. ‘m so full but… I wanna keep—ah, wanna keep going,” You panted, looking back over your shoulder to see excitement light up his flushed face.
“Yeah? You like how it feels getting filled by me and Sugu?” He asked, voice filled with breathless enthusiasm and you nodded.
God, you did like it.
“Yeah you do. You’re taking us so well, I think you can handle a little something more.” Satoru pulled back, barely, just enough to feel the friction of it. “I’m gonna push back in, and we’re gonna see how deep you can take my cock. How does that sound sweetheart?”
“You tell him when to stop, okay princess? If it’s too much, tell us.” Suguru cut in and you nodded, looking up at him, then Satoru.
“I will, I’m ready, Satoru,” You took another breath, letting your weight rest fully on Suguru as Satoru started to move his hips. His cock sliding against Suguru’s as he worked deeper. Ache like a mild cramp lingered with them both deep, splitting you open with every thrust Satoru made.
“Fuck,” Satoru grunted behind you, hands squeezing your hips hard enough to feel the ache of it bone deep. But it was drowned out with how crammed full you were, somehow still taking more as Satoru forced himself in further. Breathing hard and watching himself disappear into you, squeezed against Suguru’s length. “That’s it, sweetheart. So good, fuck you both feel—ngh—so good,”
“You like how it feels, baby?” Suguru took your face in hand and turned you to look up at him, seeing the light blush across his high cheeks, a few pieces of hair stuck with sweat to his neck. Lip catching in your teeth, a whine reverberating in your throat as you clutched his bicep, nails digging at the ink wrapping around. “Greedy girl, getting your tight little hole stretched by both of us and loving it.”
God, it sounded so wrong but shit was he ever right.
“You want more? Think you can handle all of us?” Suguru questioned, a slim dark brow up and condescension dripping in his voice. Both their hands wandering, pawing at your overheated flesh.
“So tight,” Satoru hissed, leaning over you to put his warm, sweat slicked chest on your back, pinning you between their bodies and bringing his face close. “You can make it all fit for us though, right sweetheart?”
His breath was hot in your ear, hips angled down to rub against Suguru’s cock and push into a sensitive spot that had your eyes threatening to flutter shut.
Suguru groaned low in his chest at the way you tightened and squeezed him and Satoru harder together, and he dragged you to meet his mouth. Tongue slipping past your lips, metal clicking against your teeth to explore your mouth. His kiss thieved thought from your dizzy mind. Stealing your attention as Satoru kept going, moaning so pretty in your ear as the leaking head of his cock rubbed against Suguru’s.
You felt every vein pressed into your slick walls, every ridge that caught as you were molded to accommodate them.
Tongue tangled with Suguru’s, breathing hard and adjusting as they stilled deep. Satoru latched to your throat, sucking at the soft skin where your pulse was thrumming. His palm slipped low, pressing low on your belly and you whined into Suguru’s mouth at the maddening pressure. Starting to squirm between them at the sensation.
“God—ahh yeah,” Satoru gasped against your neck, nipping at the dark blotchy mark as you pulsed around them. “Need to get moving. Ready baby?”
Breaking from Suguru’s lips as he let you come up for air and to answer Satoru, you heaved breaths and swallowed hard, lips slick with spit and body twitching at the way they throbbed inside you. Aching to move the moment you said the word.
“Mhm…” Pretty sure neither of them were fully seated, you couldn’t even think about how much more stuffed you were about to be. You just knew you needed movement too, the stillness was driving you fucking crazy and you glanced from Suguru as he caressed your face, to Satoru as he rubbed up your arm to wrap a hand over your shoulder. “Feels s’good, I wa-want more, please.”
That was it, Suguru moved to hold your ass, and Satoru used the hand on your shoulder for leverage as he pulled back. The friction of the slow drag out drawing noises from all three of you. The thrust back in forced a cry out of you, pussy squelching wetly as his cock slid through your glistening folds to dig deeper than before.
“This what you were missing, princess?” Suguru, who had been still and letting Satoru set the pace, murmured to you and rolled his hips up as Satoru pulled back. Driving his thick cock deep and pushing into the hand still pressed to your bulging belly.
Jaw dropped, a pitched whine crawled up your throat and your eyes squeezed shut. Suguru pulled back as Satoru sank in again, cocks rubbing together as they slid through your walls. “Bouncing back and forth between us to satisfy this needy pussy. Didn't work though, did it? This is what she needed, isn't that right?”
There was no answer in your head that you could even try to force out. Panting for breath, your head dropped to the crook of Suguru’s neck and you buried your face there, silky hair tickling your cheek. The only movement you could make was your hips rocking with theirs, earning their speed picking up.
“S-Sugu—oh fuck,” Satoru’s fingers carded through long, dark locks, still holding your belly and gazing into narrow darkened eyes with his face so close their breaths mingled. “I can f-feel you, right there.” He pressed firmly and Suguru pushed into his hand, swollen with how stuffed full you were. Whining into Suguru’s neck as your walls fluttered around them.
Suguru gripped the back of his head, tugging a handful of soft, snowy hair to bring Satoru’s flushed face closer. “Yeah? Like feeling my cock? Fuck, both of you, so needy.”
Satoru whined, brows pinched and pressing closer, squishing you harder into Suguru with his heavy body. Cock twitching as his lips grazed Suguru’s.
Satoru let his mouth fall open, head leaning to the side as he, with you sandwiched between their hard, sweaty bodies and drooling onto Suguru’s neck, was dragged down to crash his lips to Suguru's.
Tongues tangled, fingers raked through and gripped hair, muffled groans and moans and the wet, lewd sound of thrusts getting faster filled the room. Pistoning hard enough to make you sob, Satoru's cock spearing deep to kiss your cervix with his leaking tip, being split right in half on Suguru’s girth.
Feeling like you may break on every thrust, but loving the juxtaposition between the two men cramming themselves into you. The differences you couldn't get enough of, that got you in this very situation, you had it all.
Shit, was Suguru right? Were you greedy?
Yeaahhhh…
“Ohh shit… sorry baby,” Suguru murmured into Satoru’s mouth, shifting under you and starting to sit up. They stilled in you, Satoru peeling from your overheated skin and they supported your limp, trembling body as they straightened to kneel. “Bite me, scratch me, whatever, but I need you to take this.”
Blissed out, you held onto his shoulder and neck, cheek resting on his collarbone and nodding weakly, gazing with hazy eyes up at the two. Their big hands all over your body, under your thighs and ass, holding you up and open.
“Be good and go dumb on our cocks,” Satoru nipped at your neck again, arm wrapped under your breasts and rolling a nipple, the other dipping low to brush over your stomach. “I'll get you back on track with a few sessions.”
“If you're not busy fucking in the bathroom,”
“You sound jealous, Sugu,” Satoru grinned and the dark haired man scoffed. He wasn't jealous. That was ridiculous, both you and Satoru had to go out of your way to see Suguru, and you both did. It was easy for you and Satoru to fuck, convenient and served up five days a week.
“Ohh, look at that,” Satoru breathed, gazing down your body and pulling you flush to him as he leaned back and gave Suguru a full view. “I can see you, fuck thats filthy.”
Suguru observed the way your stomach poked out softly, and the way it moved when he rolled his pelvis.
“Shit, thats so fucking hot,” Suguru pressed his palm low, your head fell back onto Satoru’s shoulder with a whine and he pushed into his own hand. “Feel that? Feel me in there? I'm gonna put my cum riiight there.”
Like it was a timed event they'd prepared for, both men drove up into you in sync. Filled to the brim and shocked you had space for organs anymore.
You could barely whine as they moved together, just panting for shallow breath. The knot in your full belly tightening as the friction of one cock dragging out while the other shoved back in lit fire under your skin. You clawed at both of them, nails digging into Suguru’s shoulder and reaching up to grip the nape of Satoru's neck, grabbing a handful of hair.
“Gonna take my cum too, right? Gonna take it all when we both fill this perfect little pussy up?” He murmured right in your ear and Suguru leaned close, mouth almost on yours but holding back as he snapped his hips up.
“Gotta come and milk it all out of us, can you do that princess? Come hard and make a nice big mess on our cocks?”
“Fuck oh my goddd,” You whined, assaulted on all fronts, held in place and used. Fucked like a toy they didn’t just pass back and forth, but shared. Liked it better like that, when they could cover every inch of you with their hands and mouths and feel each other's cocks, taste each other's cum.
Keening into Suguru’s mouth, he squeezed your thighs, fingers dimpling the fat. Satoru latched onto your neck, hair tickling your skin to make you shiver. Still groping at your tit, his other hand dipped lower, finding your clit and pressing up to make your eyes fucking roll.
God, you almost came right there.
Exploding with need, clit twitching under the pad of Satoru’s finger as they fucked mercilessly up into you. Suffocated by Suguru's tongue, rolling with yours and gliding metal through your mouth. Your trembling fingers thread into thick, dark strands, holding his head close.
Fuck. It hit hard and fast again. Taking a pathetic amount of attention paid to your clit, that knot low in your tummy snapping free and sending electricity rippling through. Cunt pulsing in waves, toes pointing and breaking from Suguru to throw your head back on Satoru’s shoulder with a cracked moan.
Slick leaked, coating their cocks and dripping from their tightened balls. Smearing and frothing up as they kept up the punishing, alternating rhythm. Feeling like they may break you and loving it. Satoru let out a drawn out moan, pitching up as he bit your neck hard. Suguru licked a stripe up the other side and sucked as you twitched violently in their arms, drool leaking and streaking down your chin.
“Mnnh… Suguruuu,” Satoru whined, tilting his head to peer at the man laving the other side of your neck. He hummed and met Satoru’s hazy gaze, electric blue burning into violet that held solid. “I’m gonna—fuck… I'm gonna come.”
Suguru pulled off you with a wet pop! Bringing his face close to Satoru, barely letting their lips touch even as the man behind you leaned forward to chase his dizzying kiss. Still rubbing absentminded circles on your clit to make you sob and spasm on their twitching cocks.
“Go ahead, come when you need to, but you're gonna keep fucking her until I come too.” He pushed you and Satoru back until he hit the bed, and you both cried out as Suguru shoved deep with a mean snap of his hips. You squeezed around them tighter with the position and Satoru was already about to lose it.
“Gonna be good and pump our girl till she's leaking? Come deep in this pussy and fuck it all back in with me like a good boy?” Suguru questioned, breathless and fucking into you fast and hard with leverage on his side. Holding your thighs high and wide and pounding like he hated your pussy.
“Yes! Fuck—I'll be good—I'll be so good!” Satoru cried, head thrown back and hips stuttering up, leaking tip dragging through your walls. Ready to burst again with Suguru grinding against his cock with every plunge in and out. “I won't stop, need to feel it when you come—mnnh, need to feel you both come.”
Dark hair flipped to the side, falling around their faces like a curtain of silk and Suguru dropped his face close again.
“So pretty, such a good boy. Come for me, Satoru,” Suguru crashed his mouth to Satoru’s and the man under both of you opened instantly. Whine muffled around Suguru’s tongue, clutching his inked bicep. Bucking up wildly and toying your slippery clit, pinching and flicking to make you writhe as they fucked you until Satoru’s cock jumped deep and he moaned loud into Suguru’s mouth.
His pace became erratic and uneven. Full body twitching violently under you and whining out, “Oh fuck ohh f-fuck,” Into Suguru’s mouth as he did just as the man said, and came.
Warmth flooded, every hard twitch of his cock spilled thick ropes of cum deep. Feeling his flushed tip pulsing, painting your cervix as he lifted and grinded his hips into you. Fluttering around them as their breaths mingled, Suguru dragged over and over on an abused spot.
Pushed and pulled between them, watching as they gave into each other again and used you as a sleeve to stick their cocks in and rub together.
Not that you were really minding being stuffed in the middle and forced to come over and over, to take so much cum you were already leaking and still had more to be pumped in.
Messy? Yeah you were really fucking messy now.
Satoru didn't stop, he really was such a good boy. His hand kept working your sensitive clit, kept driving up into you to fuck his cum back into you with Suguru. Whining and panting and slick with sweat but not daring to stop when Suguru tasted so good, when they slid together so perfectly inside you, slick with his cum and yours. Dying to feel that thick cock pulse and flood your pussy right along with him.
It was enough to send you right over again. This time tinged with the ache of being stretched too full for too long. Belly contracting as a cry tore from your throat, walls clenched to grip tight and Satoru whimpered but didn't stop moving and Suguru groaned deep in his chest and broke from Satoru, putting his attention back on you as you writhed.
“Fuck—feel so good baby, liked taking Satoru’s cum, ready for mine? Want me to fill you the fuck up?” He murmured into your mouth, the snap of his hips getting faster as he edged closer to release and you keened and nodded in a short jerky motion. “Words, princess.”
That was Suguru. Loved watching you struggle harder when you were already at your limits.
“Yes! Fuck—fi-fill me up, Sugu—please!” You cried, breath short and desperate but not having the will or energy to give a fuck about appearances. Leaking one man's cum and begging for another’s.
“Ohh fuck,” He slammed in balls deep and ground his hips, throbbing against Satoru who bucked up to fill you at the same time and your cunt fluttered. “Such a good girl, gonna fuck all this cum right where it belongs, y-yeah?” He stuttered, gasping as he hunched and dropped his face to yours.
Lips pressed open and tongues met as he groaned into your mouth and pulsed deep. Flooding you with shot after shot of wet warmth. His cum mixing with Satoru's and leaking out around them. Dribbling down your ass to make a mess on Satoru’s abs, slicking the patch of hair at the base of his cock.
That barbell clicked against your teeth as he licked into your mouth once more and stilled inside you with Satoru, panting hard under you and spent. Suguru pulled back and observed you both, looking exhausted and half dead, but knowing Satoru would be back up and ready in ten minutes.
“Ready princess? I’m gonna grab a fancy towel from this rich asshole,” Suguru sat up and you nodded, resting your head back on Satoru’s shoulder as he pulled his cock from your sore cunt and you winced. Immediately feeling cum seeping out and you squeezed your legs shut to hold it. Suguru strode off, hair swaying down his back and his cute, round ass on full display.
You let your eyes slide shut, turning your head to nuzzle into Satoru’s neck and he hummed. Arms slipping around you to hold tight. Pressing his cheek to your head.
“Feel okay? It wasn't too much?” Satoru, sweet, sweet Satoru murmured to you. Tracing patterns on your sticky skin and you put your hand on his, thumb rubbing his knuckles.
“A lot, yeah. But no, it was perfect. Whose idea was it though?”
“Collaborative effort, but… I might’ve pushed harder for it.” He almost sounded sheepish, like he hadn't just fucked you raw with his best friend, kissed said best friend and swallowed his cum. “Sugu isn't always the biggest fan of sharing.”
You snorted, “And you are?”
“Better than him,” He chuckled.
The man himself emerged and waltzed back in, damp washcloth on hand and hair tied up in a sleek knot. He always somehow had a hair elastic, no matter the situation. It was pretty handy actually.
“Alright princess, let’s get you off him,” Suguru started scooping you up and Satoru groaned under you.
“As much as I do love having you here, my back is killing me.”
“Yeah, same. But my pussy,” You all chuckled a little but you winced and sucked a sharp breath as Satoru slipped out. Empty after being so full. “Ooh, oh my god…”
Huffing a breath, you laid back on the bed rolling your shoulders as Suguru parted your legs and ran the warm washcloth over your puffy, swollen pussy. Pursing your lips and humming flatly.
Satoru stood and reached up, stretching his arms and back and walking off to a dresser. Butt naked and no regard for the windows and huge glass doors he strode past.
“What are you doing?” Suguru questioned, wiping your thighs.
“Snooping,” Satoru chirped back.
“Oh,” That spurred a question to the forefront of your brain and you looked at Suguru. “How did you guys, um… figure it out?”
He smirked, head tilting and bangs falling over a brow. “Saw you two scurrying upstairs and you coming back down with sex hair twenty minutes later.” He cast a glance off at Satoru who was looking everywhere but your direction. “He broke immediately and then begged to fuck you together.”
“I already told her that,” Satoru snapped back. “And I did not beg. Strongly suggested.”
“Riiight,” Suguru drawled, rolling on the bed to lie next to you and dragging you into his side. You curled happily, head resting on his chest, arm slung over his muscled middle.
Not finding whatever he'd been hoping for, or just feeling left out, the bed dipped next to you and Satoru fitted himself around you, arm thrown over you to sit palm flat on Suguru’s sternum. The dark haired man rubbed circles on your shoulder and thread his fingers into Satoru’s hair. Massaging through the soft strands to make the man behind you melt.
“Happy new year you two,” Suguru sighed and you hummed.
“Very happy new year,”
“So, we set a new standard for this year, yeah?” Satoru mumbled and you chuckled.
“So greedy,”
God, you could have fallen asleep like that, slotted perfectly between them.
But the doorknob rattled and you and Suguru lifted your heads. Seeing if the person would get the hint and scram.
Just your fucking luck though.
“What the—who the fuck is in my room?”
a/n ⭑ᝰ ahhhh!! this was so much fun and just what i needed to get out of the slump, smooshed between stsg rolling into 2026, NEED THAT. HAPPY NY YA'LL! cheers to season 3 like next week hehehhh (choso ugghhh hiromi UGGHH) | dividers by @/uzmacchiato and @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more <3
SYNOPSIS: you thought that you’d have the apartment to yourself before dinner, your roommates out for the time being. and of course, you wouldn’t let the alone time go to waste, not with the built-up frustration from classes and living with two, greek god-sculptured men. but one of them end up catching you red(wet)-handed.
cw (minors please dni): fem!reader, dom!suguru, pussydrunk!satoru, fingering, teasing, unintentional edging (you get interrupted), cunnilingus, stsg basically kiss while they eat you out and after (also art by @/thatsallitchief; dividers by @uzmacchiato )
word count: 3.3k
for more roommates!stsg
fem!reader x gojo satoru x geto suguru, canon-divergent au, nsfw
“oh? our sweet roommate is actually a pervert,” a smooth, teasing voice rings in your ear. belonging to none other than one of your roommates, suguru.
immediately, you freeze and your eyes widen instinctively while your thighs smack against each other, snapping shut.
“no, no. don’t stop on my account.” he sits on the edge of your bed like he owns the place, manspreading and leaning back on one of his palms, body turnt towards you. “weren’t you just saying-- moaning my name?”
and a sly smirk slithers onto his lips, amused and cocky, serpent eyes burning into yours. he can see the fear and embarrassment of being caught melting your arousal away.
he leans in, lowering his voice to a mocking whisper. “cat got your tongue?”
“… w-why are you home?” is all you manage to stutter out.
“finished up sooner at the gym,” he replies casually. “so…?” he trails off pointedly.
“i wasn’t touching myself. you were hearing things.” it’s a blatant lie, but it’s something to dissolve your embarrassment.
“oh, really now?” he raises an eyebrow. “that wasn’t you going ‘god, suguru, just like that’ a minute ago?” he echoes your desperate mewls that he heard upon walking through the front door with a frustratingly hot and annoying tilt of his lips.
when your cheeks bloom with a rosy shade, he laughs like a menace. you’re lucky that his best friend, also known as your other roommate, isn’t here as well because it’d be ten times worse.
“… no, that wasn’t me.”
“hm, a pervert and a liar. what other deviances are you hiding?”
you groan, covering your face with your hands. “just get out of my room.”
“an unwelcoming host, too.”
“god, just--”
“i can help you out if you want, pretty girl,” he says, like he’s just offering to fix your bookshelf, not helping you get off.
he sees your bewildered expression and smiles - this time, it’s less teasing and more sincere. almost reassuring. giving you space to consider it and say no, if you really don’t want him there. but also giving you free rein to accept his offer without any judgement.
“it’s completely up to you. i’ll get up and leave if you want me to.”
his eyes follow the movement of your teeth trapping your bottom lip as you consider his words, your eyes shedding light upon the debate in your mind.
he doesn’t push, nor does he ask again, letting you make a decision.
after a few moments, you speak up, “fine. but make it worth my time.”
that’s all suguru needs before he’s telling you to spread your pretty legs for him, his eyes immediately zeroing in on your syrupy folds and swollen bud desperate for attention.
his breath catches in his throat, pierced tongue running sensually over his bottom lip. without a word, he undoes his half-up hairdo and gathers his hair in his palm, only to wrap it up into a secure bun.
he shuffles on your bed, moving to lie beside you. one hand, large and hot, cinches itself to your inner thigh, pushing it down gently to give him a better view of your dripping hole. his eyes rake down your body - your chest rising and falling gently beneath your tank top with your soft breaths that quicken slightly, the plush of your stomach, and of course, that beautiful girl between your legs.
“one more chance to say no,” he offers, his voice low and warm against your jaw.
“just touch me. i told you to make it worth my time.”
he laughs softly. “i’ll do much more than that, pretty girl.”
the nimble tips of his fingers stroke your thigh, up and down, feeling goosebumps erupt on your skin. he glances back at your face to relish in the desperation swirling in your eyes, the way you bite your lip in anticipation.
and the way your mouth falls open slightly when he merely swipes his middle and ring finger through your slit. running up and down, collecting your arousal on his fingers, making his black rings shine in your lamp-lit bedroom.
“all this for me, hm?” he purrs against the shell of your ear, lips brushing it before moving down to kiss the spot beneath your ear. “what were you thinking about that got you this wet?”
you don’t answer at first, too flustered to utter just how depraved your thoughts were. then, he rubs a loose circle over your clit, his touch featherlight but enough to have your hips jerking.
“a-ah…! jus’…”
“hm? i’m listening.”
“jus’ touch me.”
“oh, but i am,” he says with faux innocence, knowing that the stimulation is nowhere near enough. he drags his hand up to your hip, spanning over it, his thumb brushing the underside of your tit.
“suguru,” you whine frustratedly.
“don’t you wanna be good for me? i wanna know what makes you this wet.”
“why do you have to be so… annoying?” you groan, head falling back into your pillow as you try to ignore the heat boiling in your lower abdomen. it was an impossible task.
“annoying? and here i thought i was being generous, helping my poor roommate out,” he chimes. his thumb is now fiddling with your pebbled nipple through your tank top and you bite back any sound threatening to make itself known.
“… fine,” you mutter, “i guess i was just thinking about being… folded in half and fucked.”
his two fingers are back teasing your folds again, probing at your entrance but not sliding in just yet. “by me?”
“yeah, you. and… satoru.”
a flash of jealousy appears in his eyes before it disappears just as quickly. “satoru, too? what a dirty girl,” he sneers.
a surprised gasp is tweaked out of you when he finally pushes his fingers inside you. god, they stretch you out just right, your hips twitching into his touch and your eyes shutting from the sole pleasure. it shoots all the way up your spine and pulls your eyes back into your head.
he thrusts his fingers in and out, curling them expertly yet exploratively, figuring out what makes your walls clamp down harder, what gets you soaked and trembling.
“my fingers probably aren’t enough to fill and satisfy this needy cunt, huh?” he remarks snarkily in your ear, dragging his teeth over the lobe of your ear and at the same time, his fingers torturously drag along your plush walls just aching for release.
you shake your head furiously, humping against his hand as further evidence that you need more. your entire body craves more. to be stuffed to the brim, to be stretched out and ruined until your voice goes hoarse.
his palm eagerly nudges against your swollen nub with each plunge of his fingers, a sweet squelch accompanying it. he looks back down at where he’s buried inside you, mouth watering at the sight of such tantalising cream staining his fingers.
he rubs your front wall more insistently, grinding his palm against you now, blessing you with the friction you felt like you were dying for. your stomach tenses and quivers, a whimper chiming in his ears and all he wants to do is work out more of your little noises.
“god, suguru, just like that, please,” you moan, unrestrained and uncaring, head thrashing against your pillow as the orgasm which was simmering before he had interrupted comes back full-force.
and he smirks triumphantly, finally eliciting the same words he heard when he came home. “there we go. sound so sweet for me.”
he’s relentless, curling his fingers justtt right, quickly learning what makes you moan and your eyes roll back. learning you like an instrument, composing the most heavenly of melodies that spill from your mouth and your cunt.
it only gets louder, a mingle of obscene shlick, shlick, and siren-like mewls drawing his fingers deeper within you like he can barely control himself.
you can taste your orgasm on your tongue at this point, gripping his wrist like a vice, similar to the way your walls clench around his fingers.
“you close? gonna make a mess on my hand like the dirty girl you are?” he provokes, his gaze indecisive - not knowing where to look, what to settle on. every inch of you is divine, from your eyes rolled back and your lips parted, to the way your toes curl inwards.
a gasp rips through your room, but it doesn’t belong to you. nor does it belong to suguru. and there’s only one person you both know who would gasp so dramatically.
“treachery. the audacity. of course, when i’m not home.”
you roll your eyes and this time, it isn’t due to the immense bliss suguru’s fingers grace you with but out of agitation. you don’t even have it in you to be embarrassed about getting caught with his best friend. your craving for release overpowering everything else.
satoru’s standing at the doorway of your bedroom, a bag in his hand which most likely contains some kind of confectionery, studying the scene before him with raised eyebrows and a pointed finger. he’s spluttering out words, trying to figure out what to say. and his mind goes blank for a moment when he catches sight of your pretty pussy glistening and swallowing up suguru’s fingers.
“i swear to god, if i don’t get to cum in the next two minutes because of you two--”
“wait, pretty girl,” suguru gently cuts you off. “i thought you wanted satoru, too? why don’t you let him have a taste, hm?” he suggest with a hint of a smirk, heavy-lidded eyes locking with your dilated ones.
you can’t deny the way you squeezed around his fingers at the mere thought, your mouth watering and feeling dry at the same time. are you even conscious right now? is it another fantasy or real life?
suddenly, satoru’s offended expression is replaced by the most smug smirk known to man upon hearing the mention of his name. he saunters over to your bed, to the side you’re sprawled out on.
his lithe fingers trap your chin between them, tilting your head up towards him so he can peer into your eyes, his own gaze darkening with hunger.
“you wanted me? suguru’s not enough for you?” he jokes.
“i was actually about to make her cum, thank you,” suguru sasses back, rolling his eyes.
“bet you need my mouth on that gorgeous cunt, huh? look at her, practically drooling for me,” satoru continues, focused on you, tilting his head closer with that damned smirk stained on his lips. “what d’ya say, princess?”
and the single word “please” falls from your mouth faster than you have the time to process it yourself. but that’s all he needs before he’s staking his claim between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders, coming face to face with the dewy folds he’s so desperately fucked his hand to on several occasions.
“god, look at her. so much prettier than i could’ve ever imagined,” he whispers, almost to himself, as if in awe.
your lips stretched around suguru’s fingers, which satoru slowly pull out and watches the way your hole clenches needily around nothing, juices seeping down to your ass. he curses shakily under his breath before leaning in and dragging his tongue up your wet slit.
he groans. completely destroyed by only your taste. his eyes flutter shut as he savours it on his taste buds. the tip of his tongue twirls over your clit, your hips bucking up involuntarily before suguru places his hand on your lower stomach to keep you still.
“let satoru enjoy his meal,” he purrs in your ear, before kissing along your neck.
his slickened digits roll over your twitchy clit while satoru’s tongue glides over and between your treacly folds, gathering as much of your arousal as he can, feeling hooked on you already. never seeming to get enough.
“can’t believe ‘m eating you out. how do you taste this good? i swear, ‘s like honey,” he slurs against your pussy, his chin and mouth already glistening but he doesn’t care, he’d rather drown in your juices. “never need any other type of sweet again.”
he wrangles his tongue through, prodding and flicking against your walls and his hands hold your thighs down when they threaten to close around his head. a strangled cry leaves your lips, your hand tangling in his soft, ivory locks. his groans and hums vibrate against you, only adding further stimulation.
suguru moves his lips from your neck to your mouth, leaving wet, languid kisses in his path upwards. his lips hover over yours, a hair’s breadth away from kissing you.
“can i kiss you?” he breathes against your mouth, asking like he needs it like oxygen, like you’d be granting his deepest wish.
you don’t reply, swiftly craning your neck up to meet his lips and he quickly melts into the steamy sway, a fervent tango, swallowing your moans and cries. his hand cups your throat loosely, keeping you in place, his rings warm and wet against your skin from previously being inside you.
you’re devoured from both ends - both pairs of lips being relentlessly sucked and licked on. it’s messy, filthy, feral. but so good. your head feels like it’s in space, your fingers twitching in satoru’s hair and your toes curling into themselves.
your roommate between your legs only pulls back to speak for a second, but even then, it feels like torture to part from your pussy. he swipes his tongue through you once more, then again, before actually pulling away.
“suguru, you gotta taste her. god, she’s… unreal.”
and similar to the reluctance of satoru, your inky-haired roommate takes a few moments to part from your mouth, using the grip on your throat to tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss. his jaw almost aches from how hard he’s kissing you but he doesn’t pay any mind to it, intoxicated by you.
when he finally pulls back, his eyes heavy-lidded, lips shiny and parted as he pants softly, his hot breath caressing your lower face.
“could our sweet girl handle that? both our mouths on her?” he asks, tone dripping with condescension, his eyes never leaving yours. “she’s already a trembling mess.”
“i can,” you say, sounding sure despite the needy waver in your voice. “just need to cum.”
“we’ve got you, just lie back,” suguru orders softly, unable to resist pressing one last kiss to your lips before he shuffles beside satoru.
he pushes your leg wider apart, your other leg draped over satoru’s shoulder. within a heartbeat, they both dive in eagerly.
satoru takes his respective place between your plush walls, his tongue exploring and simultaneously insistent against your sweet spot that he managed to find effortlessly. suguru sucks your nub between his lips like a vacuum, his tongue flicking against it. you shudder turbulently, feeling too much too fast.
your mind and body feel fuzzy, hot, like your nerves are overwhelmed to the point you can’t control them, your grasp tightening in both of their hair now. you throw your head back into the pillow with a silent moan, choking up on your own sounds lodged in your throat.
“a-ah… fuck! oh my-- hnngh… not… not gonna last,” you whimper, words falling from your mouth in a rush.
they only begin to work faster in response to your words. suguru dips his head down, wanting to taste your orgasm on his tongue once you fall apart on them.
“move over, satoru. you’re hogging her,” he mutters.
“mm-mm, no can do. ‘m making out with her, gimme some time.”
he doesn’t give him time. he shoves his tongue through, brushing along satoru’s as they both fight to plunge and curl inside you. it’s a sloppy mess of tongues, lips, spit, arousal. they end up working together to drive you to the edge, sliding one tongue in while the other slides out, teasing your clit in between.
your body tenses up, thighs trying to clamp together but their broad shoulders keep them separated. you babble nonsense, incoherent curses and noises spilling from between your lips as you tug and tug on their hair, pulling them closer despite your body trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming stimulation.
they both hold your hips down to keep you from running, determined to make you explode on their tongues. that sweet, sweet orgasm finally in your reach after building up for what seemed like hours. like a tidal wave, it crashes down on you and you gush onto their faces. they eagerly drink up your honeyed sap as you shake violently against your sheets like a body possessed.
“oh, fuck, that’s so good,” satoru moans, pushing his face closer, coating his features in your orgasm as he keeps swirling his tongue, drawing out your orgasm for as long as he can.
“mmm, such a beautiful mess,” suguru murmurs, voice strained with barely-contained desire. he peppers kisses along the inside of your quivering thigh, leaving a trail of your cunt’s sweet tears.
you gasp for air after your peak dies down, trying to grasp onto whatever little thoughts and sanity you have left. you weakly attempt to push satoru away, but he’s practically glued to you now.
“no moreee,” you whine. “c-can’t take anymore.”
“but it’s so good. how do you expect me to stop?” satoru argues, his tongue running down your slit to soak up your cum that dripped down. though, his best friend shortly flicks his forehead, which works to pull him away. “ow! what was that for?” he rubs his forehead with a pout.
“learn some self-control, satoru.”
“it’s not my fault she has an addictive pussy. i miss her taste already--”
suguru grabs the back of satoru’s head, fingers woven through his white hair, bringing him in for a kiss. unexpected to both you and the latter. your eyes widen slightly but you feel a dull throb in your lower abdomen, your lust reviving despite just cumming.
suguru’s pierced tongue slips past satoru’s pink, plump lips and satoru moans softly, tasting you on his tongue. they glide against each other, sharing your saccharine nectar. his piercing grazes against your ocean-eyed roommate’s taste buds.
satoru sucks on the other’s tongue, savouring every drop. he hums, his eyes rolling back solely from your flavour, though you’re certain that there can’t be any more remnants left. it’s a lewd clash of lips and teeth and tongue, filthy and needy - for you or for each other?
when they eventually part from the kiss, there’s a hint of a smirk on satoru’s lips and suguru’s running his tongue over his own lower lip. both of them catch their breath, knowing you were watching them but acting as if it was a norm for them.
then, once suguru’s breaths steady and his heartbeat returns to normal, he gives satoru a smug look. “i won the bet, by the way.”
“nuh-uh, no way,” satoru argues. “we said who can get her in one of our beds. this is her bed.”
violet eyes narrow. “you’re just being petty because i got to her first.”
“no, i’m being honest.”
their bickering is only cut off when you speak up, confused about ‘the bet’ they’re talking about. “what bet, exactly?”
“suguru and i made a bet about who could get you into our bed first. clearly, he hasn’t won.”
“yes, i have--”
“what does the winner of the bet get?” you ask curiously, assuming they’d gamble on a video game or to have a meal paid for.
“you,” they say in harmony, predatory grins hooked onto their lips like bait for you.
UNCLE!TORU AND UNCLE!SUGU having their favorite niece over!!
A/N: lil' repost from my prev accs. </3 i suddenly thought of stsg dp and i was like wait...i've written that before lmfao. not my fav but!! it's okaysies. ── .✦ BLOSSOM™
CW: (INC3ST!! stsg! moments, use of 'princess' and 'baby' and 'good girl', satoru calls reader 'kid' once, is this dub/c0n cuz reader is not into it at first?, praise k1nk, suguru being manipulative ofc, or4l (f and m receiving), t1t play, sugu calls reader a slut once, d0uble p3netr.ation, slight spit klnk, creampie)
UNCLE!TORU who doesn't even realize you're there at first; he's too busy sucking marks and nibbling down suguru's neck, whining at the taste of his skin in his tongue and under his teeth.
UNCLE!SUGU who does notice you arrived. he'd tilt his head back to look at you, adam's apple bobbing with a swallow and a breathless chuckle. “ah, princess, you're here. did daddy drop you off early?”
UNCLE!TORU who pulls away reluctantly from fondling suguru's squishy pecs when the other man lightly smacks his arm. finally lifting his head to look up at you, satoru immediately lit up, like you hadn't just witnessed them making out a second prior.
“hey, kid! long time no see!” UNCLE!TORU would say, getting up from the couch in a rush to smother you in a hug. a tight hug. tight enough to feel something hard poking at your stomach.
UNCLE!SUGU who steals you from satoru's arms as soon as the other man walks you to the couch, chuckling from your cute little squeak when he makes you sit on his lap. “how's uni, princess?” he'd ask, rubbing a hand up and down your thigh in a way that feels friendly, but not friendly enough.
UNCLE!TORU who stares as you shyly stutter through telling about your recent life. and i mean really stare. those blue eyes make you shiver, tho not as much as when he starts drinking you down like a prized possession.
UNCLE!TORU who even licks his lips, noting his favorite parts of your body, and how cute you look with a little tummy peaking out as suguru's other hand draws patterns on the skin.
UNCLE!SUGU who adding little “ oh, i see ”s, “ really? ”s and hums along to your story, relishing the way your voice wavers when he mumbled so close to your ear.
UNCLE!SUGU who stops to chuckle when your thighs finally give a twitch, nuzzling your cheek softly as he murmurs: “what's wrong, princess? ticklish?”
UNCLE!TORU who smirks at this, wiggling his fingers threateningly at you. “ohh! is our baby niece ticklish? lemme see, lemme see!” he'd say, before attacking your sides until you giggle.
UNCLE!TORU who makes your giggles into moans when he suddenly starts playing with your breasts.
UNCLE!SUGU who hugs you by the waist when you squirm, peppering kisses down your cheek and neck. his voice is so warm and soft, you feel yourself dumbed down from how smooth he sounds alone. “you're such a good girl... wanna please your uncles, right, princess? make us happy and get lots of praise and attention. yeah, right~?”
UNCLE!SUGU who kisses you until you melt in his arms. sloppy and slow and with lots of tongue, drool dribbling down your chin. UNCLE!TORU who kisses like you might disappear, holding your face with two hands, rough and loud until you're breathless and whimpering.
UNCLE!SUGU who peppers bites and kisses on your sides and tummy before eating out your sweet pussy. UNCLE!TORU who's obsessed with your tits and leaves your nipples sore and drenched in saliva.
UNCLE!TORU who takes his sweet time prepping your tight little ass to receive him; with lots of lube and his fingers, maybe even a toy from his collection. UNCLE!SUGU who relishes each moan satoru elicits from you and that vibrates around his cock.
UNCLE!SUGU who'd leave your face a sticky mess of precum and saliva, from gently coaching you how to deepthroat. he'd rub his cock all over your face every time you pull away with a gag. “you look s'pretty, princess, you know that? huh? how pretty my perfect girl looks, all slutty for some cock?”
UNCLE!TORU who almost loses his mind the moment he's inside you. who does most of the thrusting from behind while you sit and buck on suguru's thick cock. satoru's balls slap against you, suguru's pubes tickle your clit just the right way.
“sss'good, s'good, fuck, squeezin' so t'ght,” he'd say between gritted teeth. UNCLE!TORU who had this smile on his face: his eyes half-lidded, his eyebrows creased upwards, sometimes poking his tongue out as he worked his long perfect cock inside your puckered hole.
UNCLE!SUGU who looked straight up heavenly . biting his lower lip, grunting soft and deep, long pretty hair loose and draped over the armrest and a hand resting behind his head comfortably. the other is on your ass, caressing circles and patterns with the tips of his fingers and nails that made you squirmy.
UNCLE!TORU who wouldn't resist bending down, sandwiching you between their chests, to whimper and moan around suguru's tongue. you'd feel every vibration of their grunts and moans from how tight you're squeezed between their big bodies, their hips moving in synch to always keep you full of one or another.
UNCLE!SUGU who'd kiss you right after, sharing their mixed spit with you.
UNCLE!TORU and UNCLE!SUGU who'd fuck you harder and harder, more and more messy, then creampie you from both ends as you moaned loud and cried out. who'd hold you tight as you writhed and squirmed through your orgasm and their owns.
UNCLE!TORU who'd be so loud when he cums. fucking you through it in squirming, rutting fashion as he whimpers from the oversensitivity but fuck he can't stop .
UNCLE!SUGU who'd arch with a loud grunt and a gasp, panting and bucking his hips, holding your thighs for support and bite your shoulder as the afterglow washes through him.
“not a word of this to your daddy,” UNCLE!SUGU would chuckle, slapping your asscheeks fondly with both hands, happy with the small jump you gave.
UNCLE!TORU who'd refuse to leave your tight hole, nuzzling your nape and purring like a content kitty as he said: “our baby, all for us... such a good girl...”
UNCLE!SUGU and UNCLE!TORU who'd ask to have you over a lot more often from now on. 🩷
──── ❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ! . . . starring 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 and you egging 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 on to lose his cool over an overly suspicious video camera :: fluff + crack :: cursing :: teen!satoru, teen!reader and teen!suguru implied ::
“you’re joking,” suguru grumbles.
“i’m not joe king,” oh, you little shit, “i’m your baby. your darling. your sweetheart. your insert sappy ass nickname, my dearest.” a pause, before you tilt the camera for a better angle— eyebrows furrowed in that little pinch in the same way they always do when you’re utterly locked in on executing your. . mostly (99.9%) nefarious deeds.
“babe,” you pry again, looking down at your free hand for leverage before very thoughtfully deciding to headbutt him again. “tell me i’m annoying. c’mon.” a poke in his sides. a tap on his forehead.
and yet— here suguru lies half asleep at ass ’o clock on what he believes to be his doomsday, questioning his caffeine-fuelled existence and his ever so dilapidated will to live.
(what a drama queen. he loves you too much.)
“c’mooon, ’guru,” and, he supposes, a blonde freak with beautecious blue orbs™ as well. “do a cute lil’ pose for us. aigoo or some shit.”
“aegyo,” you correct satoru, your tone utterly dignified as you adjust the various and unnecessarily placed knobs even though you do acknowledge his parts in your evil schemes for suguru. “say it properly or don’t.”
satoru rolls his eyes, much, much too exaggeratedly for someone who couldn’t spell ‘ginormous’ on an essay yaga had put you all through after a mission.
(you still have a piece of his dignity tucked away in your pocket, for emergency situations.)
“well, damn. it ain’t that deep for someone who—”
“can you guys stop?” suguru mumbled into his pillow, and satoru and you exchange an equally feral glance. united in. . pieces, it seems. pieces of suguru’s excruciatingly steady demeanour. “no, like, seriously. keep that away. could be a cursed object for all i know.”
the that in question is a rickety old video camera, which satoru had unceremoniously fished out during your clean up of the haunted store room. honestly, you couldn’t give any lesser fucks about wanting to do anything with the wheezing machine initially— but when the white haired gremlin had suggested to annoy a certain someone with it, the idea had been. . tempting, for sure.
(terrifyingly tempting.)
and so, here you are, with a digital casket centuries older than you tucked in your palms like a pitchfork— an instrument, really, of seeing how long it takes for your suguru to finally break.
“budge up, mr. optimistic,” satoru takes a look at the large expanse of empty space beside suguru, before flopping down riiight on top of the other boy. “even i give yaga that much credibility to inform us about a cursed object on campus. and a haunted camera no less.”
“maybe yaga doesn’t know, either,” suguru huffs, but his hands come up to hold satoru, anyway— they always do, as if having a mind of their own. “or maybe he expected that we’d be smart enough not to meddle with things.”
satoru lets out a scandalized gasp, ceasing his obnoxious nuzzling into the crook of suguru’s neck for a moment to spare him a mortified glance. “yaga? expect us to be smart? yaga? you’ve gone bananas.”
“anyway, what’s it gonna do? put a scary filter on your face or something?” you hum along, stifling a yawn— feeling the soft, afternoon sun graze your cheeks. how strange. just a minute ago, you were bursting with hyperactivity, and now. . .
eh.
probably the weather. the heat makes you want to peel your skin off, anyway.
“it ain’t gonna take a filter for that,” satoru says intellectually, but not before stifling a groan while suguru graces his shoulder with a bite. “—ow. i’m telling you, we need to muzzle him.”
“says the banshee high on sugar.”
you listen to them bicker, circling the area between your brows with your thumb— you free hand still fidgeting with the camera, feeling an odd, sticky sort of invisible substance lodge itself between your fingertips.
“i have perfectly polished vocals, thank you very much,” satoru raises a brow, “it’s not my fault you think the digimon theme needs to be hummed with whistle notes.”
you open your mouth to add in how the last time satoru attempted a whistle note sounded like a very bad imitation of a dying balloon, but something stops you. tiny little pinpricks of something stagnant pierce into you from every way imaginable, and your thoughts cease altogether— your brain filling with a low, steady ring.
fuck.
fuck.
“guys,” you splutter out, the words rattling against your teeth and making your head pound. “guys, i think. . think there’s . .—”
— thud.
the camera falls from your hands, but it doesn’t shatter. instead, an overwhelming stench of forgotten wrath and lingering sorrow fills the air of suguru’s dorm.
“. . . shit,” satoru says, after a moment of silence passes. “shit. shit, suguru, the camera was—”
“— cursed,” suguru finishes, already picking up your passed out body on the bed and heading towards the infirmary. “we need shoko. now.” tense lines form around his face, ones that you’ve never seen before— not that you’re awake, anyway.
turns out, yaga had forgotten about warning you three about the unsealed cursed object in the store room. and even though you woke up a few minutes later with nothing to your name but a migraine gone too bad— let’s just say, satoru and you never pushed suguru enough to break ever again. the two hour silent treatment had been bad enough.
(it had been two days, but suguru loves you two too much.)
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.
