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"you're doing so well, doll."
suguru's voice is low and warm behind the camera, the tripod catching every twitch of your body as you lie back on the sheets.
the vibrator hums against your clit, pressed tight, and your hips jerk up at the sudden intensity. your back arches, thighs spreading wider as the toy buzzes harder, sending sparks racing through your nerves.
he stands at the foot of the bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his length slow and steady while the lens records the way your pussy glistens.
"fuck, look at you," he mutters, voice thick with arousal. "so pretty when you moan for me. keep going, baby. show me how good it feels."
you whimper his name, pressing the vibrator down harder, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room. your free hand grips the sheets, knuckles white, as your hips roll up to chase the pressure.
suguru's breathing grows heavier, his strokes matching the rhythm of your moans. "that's it, doll. just like that. you're perfect, sweetie—fuck, look at your pussy dripping, mm, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
you whine, a small 'yes' escaping your lips as your back lifts completely off the mattress when the toy hits the right spot, thighs trembling as you messily grind against it.
suguru groans, pumping his cock faster, the head slick and flushed. "god, you're so fucking hot. don't stop—i wanna see you cum for me."
"mm...s-sugu!" you moan, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen red clit. your walls clench around nothing, slick dripping down onto the sheets as you feel your orgasm approaching. suguru's voice starts wavering, lost in the pleasure of his own ministrations. "fuuckk, good girl. you're doing so well. cum for me, baby—let me film it all."
your body goes rigid as your lips fall in an open-mouthed scream when your orgasm finally crashes over you, back arching high and thighs shaking while the vibrator stays pressed tight to your swollen nub.
"hahhhh! fuck! mm, sugu..." your moans break into sobs of pleasure, pussy pulsing visibly as you soak the toy and the sheets beneath you.
suguru curses under his breath, stroking faster until he spills over his fist, thick ropes of cum landing on the bedspread and your thigh while the camera keeps rolling, capturing every second it.
he steps closer once you both catch your breath, lowering the camera with a satisfied smile. "best model i've ever had," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
the footage is already saved—and there's no doubt that he's gonna use it for later.
synopsis . How they get caught jerking off to you/How they jerk off to you. pairings (separate) . Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Geto Suguru x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader, & Nanami Kento x f!reader
content . afab!reader, masturbation, perversion, praise, needy men, phone sex, filth, dirty talk, non-curse au, talking him through it, degrading, implied perv x perv, established relationships, boss x assistant (nanami), getting caught (duh), etc.
word count . 5.6k || author's note: this is a slightly revised repost from kamitv, so if it looks familiar (and the writing is lowk ahh), that's why! banner art from “Ikyouto Kouryuukai” <3
☆ Toji Fushiguro
He’s the kinda guy that you could never be on the phone with past midnight. Why? Cause’ suddenly his voice is getting deeper, his comments are growing more suggestive, and he’s got a hand wrapped around his cock as he gets off to the sound of your voice.
What you're rambling on about? He’s got no idea. All he knows is that your soft tone—laced with such a faint sleepiness to it—has his cock aching within his hand.
You don't even notice he’s getting off to you until the big idiot groans out your name like he wanted to get caught in the first place.
The sound naturally makes your entire body freeze and all you can do is stare at your phone, tipping your head to the side curiously before you tap at your screen to bring the ongoing call to the forefront of it.
You’d get quiet and he’d get louder, grunting out an all too husky, “Fuck,” that has you smiling to yourself a little. It was in times like this that you felt your ego growing in size.
Especially as you hear him grunting like he were trying to keep his sounds in.
But, your moment of confidence only lasts until the deep baritone of his voice snaps you out of it, “Keep talkin’, doll,” Toji orders.
There’s the faintest hint of need in his voice that has you biting your lower lip to hold back the toothy smile trying to present itself on your face. Gulping, “Toji…” You murmur, catching the way he sighs heavily in initial response.
On his end, he’s got his legs sprawled out, the fat heat of his dick squeezed in between his palm, and thick wads of sweat built up along his forehead. He'd been at it for a minute before you'd caught on.
Toji tosses his head tosses back at the sound of you calling his name. Huffing, “What?” as if what he’s doing hasn’t become rather obvious to you.
Your voice is suddenly closer to the phone and it makes him grunt, “You okay over there? You sound… busy,” You utter teasingly.
“Mmmh… mhm, m’fine, jus’-, hahh, keep… keep talkin’,” His long pauses and heavy exhales were making you squirm on your end. You could only imagine how he looked right now—that big hand of his wrapped around his poor, leaky cock as he gave himself quick tugs to the sound of your voice.
You start to shift around in your bed and almost forget to respond as you listen closely. Turning your volume up, you could hear just about everything. The sounds became vivid, a messy noise of spit heard as Toji wets his cock up in ways he’s known you to do for him, his hand slicks up 'n down his length in quicker pulls due to the saliva and precum mixing together.
“Hahhh, fuck,” Toji pants shortly, forcing himself to slow his hand down just so he can speak properly, “Why’d you stop? Hm?”
“I uh… I thought I heard something, sorry,” You hum as you fake cluelessness. “Anywho, what was I saying again? Do you remember?”
Ah, you’d decided to test him thinking he wasn’t paying attention at all to what you were discussing earlier. Jokes on you, Toji knows how to multitask. “Uh, you were tellin’ me about your day or somethin’,” He hums casually.
“Riiiight,” You chuckle. An idea pops into your mind and you decide to use his lack of full attention to what you were previously discussing to your advantage, “Well, me and my friends went to this new sweet spot today.”
“Yeah? And what else, doll?” Toji sounded so clearly occupied but he was trying his best to just get you to keep talking. Every word that left your lips went straight to his cock.
You grin, “Well, it was pretty hot today but I got lucky since they had popsicles! The one I got was suuper big, could’ hardly fit it in my mouth,” You explain.
Was this story true? Not exactly, but when else do you get the opportunity to tease your boyfriend like this?
Toji’s eyes flicker as he processes what the hell you just said to him, his cock twitching at the thought of your lips parting to take something large into your mouth. You knew what you were doing to him and he was starting to pick up on it.
Swallowing thickly, Toji hums, “Oh yeah? Reminds me of a couple of other things that can’t really fit in your mouth…”
“Hm? Like what, Toji?” You murmur innocently.
Your voice had softened by a lot and was driving him insane. That clearly false innocence wrapped itself into your question and it had the man picturing your expression. The way you’re probably sitting there with your eyes all wide and curious, batting those pretty lashes of yours like you don’t know what you were even asking him.
Scoffing, “Don’t play dumb, y’know what the hell m’talkin’ about.” Toji drawls out, voice a bit rougher with you.
You ignore his little attitude and let out a giggle, “Do I?”
“Yeah, you do,” Your boyfriend huffs. His breathing is noticeably heavier and little did you know, he had his head resting back and his eyes on the ceiling as he fisted his cock rapidly, slick sounds masked by his voice every time he spoke.
As if to make his state worse, your voice dips into something all the more sultry, “I’m really not sure Toji… What else is too big to fit in my mouth? Tell me.”
“Fuck-,” Toji lets out a slight gasp, his breath stuttering for a moment before he grunts, “My cock, baby. Y’know this.”
The way he gave up on getting you to say it first has you smiling, “Mmmh, I dunno Toji,” God you were saying his name too much and it was making his balls ache, “I had your cock down my throat perfectly fine the other day if I recall correctly.”
“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” Toji abruptly rasps out, making you gulp as you felt a throb in your core, “Where’d y’learn to talk like that, huh?”
You snicker, “From my boyfriend who enjoys jerking off to the sound of my voice.”
And just like that, Toji can feel his orgasm approaching—damn you and your slick remarks, you only ever acted like this over the phone. You knew better in person but, he'd let it slide for now.
“Hahh, fuck you,” Toji fires back.
“You want to right now, don’t you?” You were getting confident all of a sudden and he groans before shutting his mouth just to listen to you speak. “Wanna feel my tongue on your cock, huh?”
His hand squeezes onto his cock and a strangled grunt leaves the back of his throat, “Shit-,” Toji’s haw drops a little, “Don’t stop talkin’, m’close.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum thinking about fuckin’ my throat, right?” You murmur.
And he definitely was, it’s all he could think about right now. Especially with how bold you were being. How could he not picture you on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth all sloppily whilst he fucks that gorgeous face of yours just to teach you a lesson about talking to him like this?
Then you just kept going, “…Or just from me talking? Do you like my voice that much, Toji?” You ask.
He’s on his end just nodding as as if you could see him. What an idiot. “Yes, shit… You know I fuckin’ love your voice, baby,” Toji tells you.
God you wish you could see him right now. You just know he’s sweating, his tip all flushed over 'n drooling from your every word, large thighs trembling as he gets closer and closer to making one stupid mess of himself.
“C’mon then big guy, cum for me so you can come over,” You purr.
Just then Toji has to squeeze his eyes shut and he almost chokes. “It's late, doll,” He argues.
You tut, “Yeah well listening to you jerk off turned me on, so now you’ve gotta come over and deal with it.”
Some nerve you had. As if you wouldn’t be the one all teary eyed and pouty after a few kisses from him…
Yet, Toji’s not thinking about that right now, mindlessly agreeing just because he needs you and his hand is starting not to cut it anymore, “Hahhh, alright-, shit. Whatever the fuck you want. I’ll be over in ten.”
You snicker, “Make it five.”
He swears you’ll be the death of him.
Scoffing, “Needy ass girl… agh… can’t wait ten minutes?”
“You couldn’t wait til’ I got off the phone to jerk off?” You argue.
He’s smirking despite the slight irritation that creeps up on him due to how bratty you were being, “…Shut up.”
You smile, “Come shut me up.”
“Oh I’m about to.”
☆ Geto Suguru
Moaning your name as if that’ll cause your hand to be wrapped around his cock instead of your panties—Suguru uses your clothes to get off when you’re not around.
He doesn’t bother to call you or text you. It’s usually late when he gets like this, so he just settles for the lace panties you “accidentally” left over at his place.
Sometimes he’s got the fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerks off, other times he’s got it pressed up to his nose inhaling what little of your scent he could get as his hips fuck into the little O-shape he’s created with his hand. If he inhales strong enough, he swears he can still smell your pussy and that alone makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Fuuuck,” Geto moans unashamed into the air. What’s he gotta hold his voice back for? Even if you were to ever catch him like this, he knows you’re just as much of a perv as he is.
His hand is set nice ‘n sturdy around his deft base as he drags your lack up and down his slobbered skin. Just thinking about how the fabric clung to your cunt for hours and hours on end has his cock dripping pre onto the floor.
“Fuckin’ miss you, agh,” Suguru would groan thoughtlessly, recalling the last time he had your pussy on his tongue—relishing in the distant memory of how sweet how tasted and how addicting you are.
Within said imagination, he doesn’t even realize he’s moving your panties to his mouth, his tongue seeping out and pressing into the fabric as if that’ll give him a taste of you again. Is it the same as sucking on your cunt til’ your legs are shaking? No, of course not. Does it make Geto’s hand milk his cock for all it’s worth? Well, yes.
Light and faint whines slip past his lips, “Ha-ahh… taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” Geto groans like you’re right there with him.
Shit, he wants you on his tongue again. He can never get enough of it—the way your pussy sloshes all over his mouth every time he eats you out, how you whine his name and beg him for a break, or even the way you get greedy as your orgasm nears and you start bucking your hips against him.
Either way, it’s all he can think about right now. And it doesn’t get any better when his eyes open and looks down at himself, your panties clung tightly in between his teeth as he envisions you below him with a mouth wide and ready for him.
Oh, the way you always take his cock down your throat never fails to make his eyes cross. You’d suck on him like your life depended on it, moaning against his shaft whenever he started thrusting into your mouth or whining when he forces your head down some more.
And he’s so close as he thinks about it more—picturing your wet lips parted around his flushed tip, drool slipping out the corner of your mouth, and your tongue slipping against him languidly-
“Suguru?” The sudden sound of your voice makes him moan in surprise before he’s turning his head to look at you.
Even caught in the act, he only gets turned on even more. His brows tense and he pants heavily as his eyes meet yours, quickly noticing the way your gaze dropped down to his achingly hard cock.
You were supposed to be asleep out on his living room couch where he’d left you moments ago yet, here you were—standing with your eyes all wide and curious, taking careful steps toward the man as you cross your arms, and giving him this look that drives him crazy.
You gulp loudly as you look up to your boyfriend’s face, “Are those my panties in your mouth?”
“M-Mmhm,” Geto hums with an impatient nod of his head.
Your lashes bat at the man before you find yourself standing right in front of him, placing but a single hand on his chest before taking the other and removing the lace from the man’s mouth.
“That’s filthy, Sugu,” You whisper carefully.
The way his lips part and how his eyes lower on you, a groan slipping from him due to how close your body was and the way you’d touched him so softly. “Uhuh, I know, baby,” His voice has the faintest shake to it as he mumbles out an answer.
Smiling slightly, you keep your eyes directly up on his despite his hand not stopping on his cock for even a second, “You could’ve woken me up if you needed me.” You utter.
He cracks a lazy grin for a moment, “I just needed your panties.”
You frown and your brows tense a bit, “…Pervert.” You whisper, watching how his body twitches in reaction before he’s leaning his face down and closer to yours.
“Mhm,” Geto hums, “Yeahhh, that’s me, princess. Keep telling me how fuckin’ nasty I am.” Your boyfriend purrs, earning a wide eyed look from you as you gaze up at him in surprise.
You comply, trailing a single finger down along his chest as you tip your head to the side and speak, “You’re filthy Sugu, gettin’ off with my panties… Bet you wanted to get caught like this too.”
“Maybe,” Geto tells you with that awfully cocky grin on his face, “But you’re not any better. I caught you fingering yourself to my voice last week.”
You gulp, “T-That was…”
He’s leaning down past your face and you flinch as his lips make sudden contact with your neck, “Different, huh?” He rasps out, hot breath tickling the side of your neck.
Tense, your hand stops moving along his body and you angle yourself to look down at how aggressively he’s fisting his cock right now, “Yeah…” You murmur, completely distracted by the sight below you.
His hand got faster on his cock, quicker tugs made the longer you stared down at him, and cum leaking from his tip as he grunted against your neck.
“Sure it was,” Geto whispers, his voice a lot lighter than you expected it to be. “Now, are you gonna just stand here and watch me jerk off or are you gonna get on your knees and take care of me?” He asks, lifting his face a little to kiss the space below your ear.
You unconsciously lick your lips the longer you stare down at his cock, watching him drip onto the floor and make the slightest mess before you scoff, “That’s no way to ask, Sugu.”
He huffs against you but you don’t miss the quietest whine leaving his throat before he speaks, “Funny cause I wasn’t fuckin’ askin’.”
“Oh?” You snicker at your boyfriend before turning your head to meet his gaze, “You’re mean when you get caught in the act…”
He stares you down and resists every neuron in his body that’s telling him to press his lips into yours, “Am I?”
“Mhm, as if you’re not embarrassed,” You tease. God you were driving him crazy—looking at him so longingly, your lips nearly on his, your body warm with how close you were to him, and your hand set low near his cock.
Fuck, one more touch from you and he’d be cumming in seconds. “I’m not.” Geto replies to you.
You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second and his gaze drops, “You sure? Y’know how long I was watching you before I said something?”
“Fuck, how long baby?” He practically mumbles. He needed your touch sooooo badly. If anything, you were too close to not be all over him right now, and it’s simply unfair how his restraint was waning by the second.
“A few minutes. I saw you putting my panties to your nose and everything,” As you speak, your hands are lifting and his eyes are widening.
Your arms wrap around his neck and he’s forced to stop his hand on his cock before he blows his load too soon, “Yeah?” He breathes.
You nod and inch closer, “Mhm.”
“Bet that got you all hot ‘nd bothered, huh?” Geto whispers, cocking his head to the side before placing a hand to your waist and holding you tenderly, “That’s why you said something, right? Cause you like watching me like this? You like seeing me slut myself out to the thought of you.”
Your eyes were on his lips now and you’d half-heard everything he just said, shrugging out a little, “Maybe…” In response before your lips are finally on his.
Geto can’t even control the groan that pours out of him while his lips move over yours, tongue slotting into your mouth and hand squeezing onto your waist as if to tell you not to move.
The kiss doesn’t even last that long before he’s letting out a whine as his cockhead brushes against your body, “Fuck-, enough of this teasin’, I need you princess.”
☆ Gojo Satoru
You were going to take it upon yourself to ask your husband how he jerks off when you’re not around, but instead of answering your text with an explanation like a normal person—he sends you a video.
Unfiltered, less than a second after clicking on the video, you’re met with his glistening cock on your screen. Slicked with spit and precum trailing along his veins and a pretty pinkish tip twitching for some attention—you’re left to stare at the bright flash from his cellphone giving you the perfect view of his lower half.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t squeeze your legs together as soon as you started the video. Then there’s his voice that you hear about five seconds in.
“Wanted to see how I jerk off, huh? Dirty girl,” His tone was low with you, the sound filling your ears as you bat your lashes and swallow thickly. Thank god for your headphones—despite being home alone—because you could hear every little sound. “You’re lucky I was already in the middle of it when you texted, y’know.”
Although he can’t hear you, you scoff, “Slut.”
“Got’ this hard thinking about you,” Gojo whispers, his slender fingers wrapping around his cock carefully, “I miss you, pretty girl,” His words and the way he’s slowly touching himself for you has your body hot and it’s only been a few seconds.
Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, your eyes narrow on his hand—how tenderly it slides up and up until he reaches his sticky tip, the way his thumb runs in between the slit of his cockhead to push at the translucent slick building up there, and how he lets out a hiss in response.
Then his hand lowers and the sound that follows is so wet, “Fuuck, I wish it was you touching me right now. You always make me feel s’good,” Gojo pants unintentionally, “Miss your lips on me too. How long’s it been? A week? Fuckin’ hate leaving you for work…”
You snicker lightly at his moment of rambling but the way his hand picks up in speed ever so slightly has your smile fading and your focus returning. Sometimes you wonder how he even fits inside you—his cock is so looong and from his base to his tip, he looks like he’d split you open (he does).
Your thighs squeeze together again and you’re starting to miss him the more you watch, the vivid and deep sound of Gojo humming your name causing a chill to slip down your spine.
And you swear you were about to get to the best part of the video he’s sent because his hand was moving at a quickened pace but you’re interrupted by an incoming video call from the man in question.
You practically jump out of your skin due to your ringtone before you scramble to answer it.
Batting your eyelashes as the call connects, you swallow hard, “H-Hello-“
“Knowing you’re watching that video isn’t enough for me,” Gojo huffs out, his camera now propped up for you so you can see most of his body.
His shirt is long gone, same with his sweats, and his legs are spread far ‘n wide—erect and throbbing cock standing straight up as his hand hauls his palm up and down. Gojo’s got his head thrown back and you have the clearest view of his glistening Adam’s apple, a slip of sweat sliding down from it and to his chest.
He’s panting all crazy-like, his hand fucking his cock much more aggressively than he was in that video you’d been watching, “Show me somethin’ baby, I need you,” Gojo huffs impatiently as he shifts his head back into place to meet your gaze on his screen.
You gulp, “S-Satoru, I-“
“Please?” He whines so suddenly and it has your pussy throbbing, especially with how he lifts his hips into his hand because of simply looking at your face, “Wanna see somethin’ pretty, show me your pussy, please?”
It's almost embarrassing how fast you move for your needy husband, going to prop your own phone up similar to how he’s done his and then discarding your clothes in a heartbeat.
“Spread yourself apart for me, baby,” Gojo groans out. You’re following his every word as you part your legs wider and move two fingers to your cunt to spread your pussy apart for him.
“Mmh, like this, ‘Toru?” You utter with a slightly shaky hand and an embarrassed expression.
You see the way Gojo’s jaw sinks a little and how his brows furrow as he fists his cock faster, almost eagerly, “Juust like that, sweetheart-, fuck. I miss being inside you,” Gojo says before tilting his head to really study your cunt, “Look how wet you are for me and I’m not even there, shit.”
You’ve got your pointer and ring finger holding your cunt open and you shift your middle finger to give yourself the slightest bit of relief, “It’s cause of your video..”
“Yeah?” Gojo smiles, “You liked watching me jerk off?”
His hand slows, palm steadily traveling down along his shaft as a whine leaves him. Your pretty pussy on full display for him and making his balls twitch. He wanted to be fucking you full of him so badly.
“Uhuh,” Your softer tone hits his ears and Gojo grunts.
“Shiiit,” He breathes out before biting his bottom lip. He’d started to drool without even realizing it and his cock was dripping in cum already, “Look at that pussy leak for me-, holy fuck.” Your husband moans, “Does my voice get you like this too?”
You’ve started to tease yourself with merely one finger and you can’t move your eyes away from his needy cock, “M-Mhm…” You hum.
“Aww, babyyy,” Gojo coos. Then you were slipping two fingers into yourself and trying your best to get off along with him, “Look at your fingers trying to please you like how I do,” He cracks a smile, “Doesn’t feel the same, does it?”
Shaking your head, “N-No, ‘Toru. I need you.”
“Hahh, need you too, sweetheart.” Gojo moans, hand picking back up. The faintest plp plp plp followed his movements as bits of cum dripped from his cockhead and onto the floor, “Look at how fuckin’ hard I am cause of you.” He huffs just before glancing down to himself.
Ah, he was making a mess but he was a bit too dazed with arousal to pay any mind to it right now.
You bite your lip and hum before tipping your head back and shutting your eyes, “Mmmh…”
“M’gonna get home and fuck you nice 'n full, I swear.” Gojo huffs. His voice is airy and his hand is getting a bit messy now.
Your lips part and you exhale heavily, “Can’t wait.”
“Yeah?" Your husband grunts, practically fucking his cock up into his hand at this point, “Maybe I’ll get you pregnant so I have an excuse not to leave you like this.”
Your legs start to close a little and you moan, “Satoru, m-mgh…”
“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” He groans pornographically into the air, “Wish I was cumming inside you, fuckin’ you dumb, watching you make a mess on me-, hahh… agh…” His lips quiver a bit as he gets close and he’s panting so hard that the camera is starting to fog up a little.
“T-Toru,” You whine for him—missing him oh so desperately now that you’re nearing your own orgasm.
“Yeah, mhm, m’here baby,” Gojo chants, breath heavy and hand jolting up and down his cock fervently, “C’mon, cum with me. You can do it, pretty girl.”
You’re nodding, he’s nodding—both of you are getting there together and whining each other’s names. Gojo’s veins are popping up on his hand with how tightly his gripping onto his cock and his mouth hangs open, eyelids heavy and vision blurring while he moans your name.
“Miss you so fuckin’ much,” Gojo groans finally before he glances to his phone to see you releasing all over your fingers—the sight leads him to cum right then and there with his kegs trembling slightly.
Fuck, he needed to get home soon.
☆ Nanami Kento
You were surprised to walk in on your boss jerking off.
“Oh fuck,” Echoed into the air, his voice thick with lust as he hadn’t even noticed you’d entered his office yet.
With the way his desk was, you could see everything. His bulky thighs parted like some slut, cock barely tugged out of his slacks, big veiny hand working to bring himself to an orgasm.
Truth be told, it’s your fault he’s like this—his cute lil’ assistant, walking around in those tight ass skirts he’s asked you not to wear thousands of times over again. And yet you do it anyway. Maybe because you know where it gets you with your boss or maybe because you wanted a situation exactly like this.
Sure, he’s your boss but he’s also the same man that fucks you til’ you can’t walk straight whenever you request him to do so.
But this? Well, you’ve never been so aroused by walking in on a man pleasing himself before. It had to be his deep groans of your name or even the size of his cock and how it exceeded the size of his hand, how you could picture your own hands around it and how you know your hands would be so pale in comparison.
Nanami’s got his eyes shut and he’s huffing and puffing through his nose, chest rising and falling rapidly the more he stokes his cock. All he can think about is you and the way you bent over in front of him less than thirty minutes ago.
He had half a mind to call you into his office and tell you to bend over his desk the same way—thinking of fucking you til’ you’re making so much noise that he has to shove two thick fingers in your mouth just to shut you up.
“Fuuck,” It’s rare you even hear him curse so to hear his mouth so vulgar now has you swallowing hard before you lock his office door with a slight click following.
His eyes bat open and he doesn’t bother stopping because he already knew it was you who’d walked in, you’re the only one who does so without knocking.
“Sir?” You utter gently, making his face twist up in arousal.
“Here, now.” Is all he can grunt out to you.
You’re moving toward him obediently with your panties soaking the closer you get. “Mr.-“
“Kento,“ He utters, “Please, fuck-, just… hahh, say my name, sweetheart.”
“Kento,” You correct in a sultry tone, “I didn’t know you were… occupied in here. What if someone else walked in-“
Nanami rolls his eyes at you and then lets off a scoff, “No one but you would,” He huffs, “Now get on my desk.”
You freeze as you find yourself standing right beside his desk, “What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself-, just…” He trails off a little once his eyes meet yours and you watch his lashes flutter while his brows pinch together, “Oh fuck, I need… hah, fuuck.”
You chew on your bottom lip before smirking and stepping past his desk, closer to him, “Need what, Ken? Get it out…” You whisper.
“Damn vixen,” Nanami groans as he tosses his head back.
Glancing down at his cock, you watch as his tip grows a bit white—cum peeping out from his plump, sweltering tip and making you swallow thickly.
You then look back up to his face and start leaning down, placing your hands on the armrests of his chair to keep yourself up before uttering, “Do you want me to touch you?”
His response is instant, “God, yes.”
“How?” You murmur with a smirk, shifting your legs so that they straddle one of his, “How do you want me to touch you?”
Nanami opens his eyes and yet again and he grunts at how ridiculously close you are to him, “Anywhere.”
You tease, “Anywhere?”
“Yes, hurry up,” Nanami pleads. His voice nearly went desperate for you and you swore you heard something needy underlining in his tone.
Playing off of that, “Needy are we?” You comment before seating yourself on his thigh.
“Yes,” He gulps and begins to stammer while your arms wrap around his neck, “J-Just-“
Oh he can’t even finish his request before your lips are pressing into his neck and he’s groaning loudly. Cock aching for you whilst your lips move along his tensed skin. Each kiss from you earned groan after groan from him, the sound vibrating against his throat and his hand squeezing his dick tighter.
“Shit,” Nanami curses yet again as you kiss below his sharp jawline.
“You’re one naughty man, y’know. Did you want me to catch you like this?” You murmur against his warm skin, feeling the way he tenses up to your voice.
Nodding and humming a carefully little, “Mhm,” In response, Nanami’s completely at your mercy now, silently begging for you to continue down the path you’re on.
You smile and glance down to his hand still working his cock, cunt clenching around nothing the longer you stare, “Ken…”
“Y-Yes?” He stutters a bit and mentally curses himself for it—he knows you’ll tease him more about it later.
Planting another kiss beneath his jaw, you chuckle, “You’re drippin’ onto the floor,” You utter so seductively that he just groans and throws his head back again. “Making suuch a big mess all because of… what? Hm?”
“You,” He huffs, “You and that… that fucking skirt,” Nanami says through gritted teeth.
“Well,” You whisper with a slight smile still on your face, “If you have a problem with it you can always take it off of me.”
His free hand is gripping onto your waist faster than you have time to react and you let out a slight noise in surprise. Nanami’s lifting his head and angling himself to your neck, lips latching onto you as he lets out a groan like a man starved.
“Yeah?” He hushes out.
Then he’s pushing you back slightly and releasing his cock, both of you soon shoved to your feet with how quick and swift his movements are. He has you stumbling backwards until you bump into his desk and then there’s a hand grabbing at the side of your neck, tugging you into a deep kiss.
It’s hot and heavy, even as he pulls away from you and pants, lifting a thumb to drag your lower lip down, “Lay back and spread your legs for me then,” Nanami murmurs in that deep tone of his.
You gulp, “Sir, I-“
He cuts you off by slipping his thumb into your mouth, “You said I could get that skirt off of you. Don’t go back on your word and do as I said.”
Gazing at him for a singular moment longer, you lift yourself onto his desk and start parting your legs for the man. His thumb leaves your mouth and his finger is slightly wet as he places his palms to your thighs, slipping his grasp up to your hips and beneath that skirt of yours.
The fabric starts bundling up at you hips and you let out a sigh as you lean your upper half back.
Then, Nanami moves to tug at his tie and sends you a look of warning, “And don’t be too loud like last time… You don’t want others to hear how much of a slut you are behind closed doors, right?”
You release a scoff, “Says the man who was jerking off in his office.”
suguru is obsessed with aftercare...and you apparently
There’s a soft rock song playing in the background when Suguru finally finishes inside you, his hair sticking to his sweat slicked forehead and his eyes looking at you with that soft gentle quality he only reserves for you.
He swipes his thumb over your cheek as your eyes flutter open, allowing for the last wave of post-orgasmic bliss to wash over you.
“Hey gorgeous,” Suguru whispers softly, slowly making his way out of you and peppering kisses along your jaw, neck, and chest.
“Hey loser,” You reply back, smiling up at him as your eyes drift close again.
Suguru slowly gets up, making you groan as you feel the loss of his weight and his warmth. “Come on, you should shower,” He says, lifting you up with his strong arms and carrying you to the bathroom.
He strokes at your hair and allows his hands to roam all of you, as if he’s trying to remember you through engraving your body on his fingertips.
You push at him delicately, creating distance as you stretch out your limbs languidly.
“I have to shower,” You say faintly, your voice hoarse and your throat a little sore. Suguru closes the distance once again, kissing your lips with fleeting warmth and slowly trailing his hands all across your body again.
“I don’t see why I have to go for that,” He mumbles in between kisses, alternating from kissing your lips, to your earlobes, to your neck, and to your jaw.
“I have to shower,” You reiterate, feeling a soft giggle bubble in your throat as you feel his touch hovering over somewhere ticklish.
“Exactly, let’s go,” Suguru says, dropping his hands to yours and leading you towards the bathtub.
“I don’t remember showering being a group activity,” You chuckle as you see Suguru pout.
He shakes his head, his long raven hair falling perfectly over his shoulders and accentuating his form as if giving him an outline. “It is now,” He replies defiantly.
You shake your head and give him a look that has no heat in it whatsoever—only love, a quiet bubbling love that is subtle but definitely there. “Well you can find someone else to shower with because it won’t be me.”
Shaking him off of you, you make your way to the shower, stepping in and you’re about to turn on the water before you feel someone wrap their strong arms around your waist.
Suguru pulls you into a deep kiss, a one that is not messy but slow. It’s slow and it’s purposeful. A love letter laced in tongue.
He gives you a soft laugh when he hears you moan softly into his lips, pulling back to brush hairs from your face and tuck it behind your ears, “It wouldn’t be the same,” He says finally after looking at you for ages. Stroking at your cheek and holding your jaw.
“What?”
“It’d have to be you, it’ll always be you baby.”
You look at him incredulously, your heart beating a mile a minute before you watch him turn away and walk out of the bathroom, leaving you to shower like you asked.
You can’t help but miss the way his arms slotted around you perfectly, and the way his breath felt on your skin as he poured out his sentiments.
When you finish, you see Suguru on the bed, hair wet and wearing a big band tee and long pajama pants, smoking a cigarette while looking out the window.
You climb on the bed and slot yourself right in between his legs like you belong there—and part of you thinks that in more ways than one, you do belong there.
He reaches up at your face and cups it in his hands, pulling you down to kiss him. Soft, sweet, and deep like everything is with him.
He palms at your hair, and kisses you like he means it—like he really wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.
When you pull back you give him a smile, your voice dipped in honey and totally saccharine, “You smell like cigarettes.”
𑣲 “cmon, baby. you can’t ignore me forever” ⋮ ⌗18+┆
yet you fully intend to ignore satoru for all eternity! you’re leaning back against suguru, scrolling through your phone as if there isn’t a man practicing groveling at your feet. you’re not angry enough to completely deny him, but in no way does he deserve any of your attention.
suguru runs his fingers through your hair, and you know good and well he’s already taken your side. his eyes sweep up satoru, who’s positioned between your thighs like a guilty man out out of place. “you pissed her off, you’re lucky she’s even letting you fuck her.”
satoru whined and threw his head back, while his fingertips dug into your soft thighs. “i’d rather have no pussy at all! come on, look at me.” his other hand is busied with holding the base of his cock. he glides the tip through your wet folds, praying to get even a small reaction out of you. “please just look at me. please, baby—i’m begging you.”
to any average person, that’d be just the right amount of pleading. but not to you! your phone is still on, and your eyes are still glued to it. you don’t even pay him a single hum, let alone a glance. just to piss him off more, you turn your head a bit to kiss suguru’s palm.
satoru can’t take it anymore. he lines himself up, and slams into you with a harsh thrust. your drooling hole swallowed him right up. greedily coating every protruding vein with sticky, honey-like slick. you yelp and jolt the moment you feel it, which sends your phone toppling onto the sheets.
you’re immediately panting and holding onto suguru’s legs. “f-fucking christ! couldn’t you have warned me?!” you snap, but the rest of your energy is spent enduring the mean pace in which satoru is fucking you.
“i did warn you!” he pants, looking up at suguru, who has a sly smirk spread over his handsome face. “you just didn’t—“ he slams into you, sticky tip abusing the ring of your cervix. “—pay attention..mmh..to me.”
suguru seems unfairly content, and you don’t have to see his face to know that. he’s got a strand of your hair curled around his finger like a coil, to which gives a small tug to. but you can’t even think to pay attention to it. “such a needy boyfriend.” his other hand slides down to your clit, tracing small circles over it. “if you can dish it out, you better lick it up.”
you want to act irritated, but it’s hard to furrow your eyebrows in an angry way when they’re knotted into something pathetic instead. every thrust has your thighs shaking, and every time the tip of satoru’s cock nudges your g-spot, you wanna cry.
satoru is rutting into you like a dog, and despite such short notice, you can tell he’s close. he roughly grabs your face, and makes you look at him. the second your watery eyes meet his, it’s over for him. his head droops down as heavy groans and whimpers of your name crawl up his heaving chest. splurts of cum splatter inside your convulsing hole, and your orgasm comes almost directly after.
your back arches, a keen escaping you as your hips stutter and chase the very friction you pretended to be unbothered by. you gush around his softening his cock, which was still plugging your hole so full that no cum could seep out.
your mind is too hazy to realize that suguru has abandoned you. they must’ve interacted somehow, since satoru swiftly pulls out. suguru kneels between your thighs, sticking his tongue out and diving in right in time to catch a thick, filthy droplet of satoru’s cum onto his drool-soaked tongue.
you shudder at the feeling of your other partner licking the cum out of your pulsing, sensitive hole, and it’s then a tear drop finally trickles from the corner of your left eye. every nasty slurp has your hips bucking and stuttering, though he doesn’t let you move.
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Your friends were bad for you, especially when they teased you for being a virgin.
Being a virgin in university was not a crime, nor was it bad... but your friends made you feel like a baby for it. Always cooing at you, saying things like "Don't talk about your sex life! Y/N's here!" before covering your ear with playful gasps, as if you were some innocent 4 year old.
It annoyed you to no end, so you started decided to put plan "begin your sex life" into action. Scoping out the boys in your lecture halls, on campus, are cafe's... everywhere. You hadn't found anyone until you visited an infamous frat part hosted by a man everyone knew on campus.
Suguru Geto. Playboy, fuckboy, almost every other girl has heard of how ungodly of a dicking he gave... and his infamous labret lip piercing.
You actually had eyed up Nanami at first, ticking off your mental checklist. He had money, if you fell pregnant he would be responsible, he's nice to you in your criminal law lectures. He was perfect! Your innocent smile must have attracted the wolves in the dark, as just as you were about to approach the blond haired man, someone's arm slid around you shoulders.
Wide, confused eyes, meeting purple irises with a small glint in them. The man's hair was tied up into a short half up, half down, silky black locks resting on his shoulder. That infamous lip piercing, those soft lips, that sweet alluring voice speaking against your ear, separated from the rest of the loud party.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you at one of my parties," Suguru purred.
"Oh I'm just—"
"I heard whispers from the grapevine that you were looking for someone to take your virginity, is that right?" He cooed at you, taking the opportunity to twirl a lock of your hair in his hand, his other large hand holding onto a can of Pepsi. A small chuckle escaping his lips at the blush spreading across your cheeks when you darted your gaze away. So fucking adorable, he thought.
Frantic eyes darting away, you refused to look at him. It was so embarrassing for him to know. Not to mention, how did he even know?
Amidst the smell of sex, sweat and alcohol in the loud, raging party, all you could focus on was Suguru's piercing gaze on you. The way he licked his bottom lip, his piercing shifting slightly from the movement. "Uhm... how'd you know about that? I didn't tell anyone.." you muttered, seeing as you had only ever told the nerdy guy you sat next to at the anime club on Thursdays, Gojo— oh. oh.
His best friend. Of course Suguru would know, since Satoru wasn't able to keep his mouth shut about a single thing.
"How I know, is not important," Suguru hummed to you before giving some random guy passing by his half drunk Pepsi can, flashing a charming smile before turning his attention back to you. "What is important... is the guy you're choosing, and so far I'm not likin' the looks you're giving Kento."
"Yeah, but I sadly can’t choose Satoru since he's already dating suk—" you were speaking, before cutting yourself off with a frozen look. Suguru's soft lips pressing gently against your forehead.
"I'm not talking about Satoru. I'm talking about me."
...
You don't even know how you ended up here. In Suguru's bedroom. With a naked Suguru, and a naked you.
Your soft cheeks and the tips of your ears felt like they were on fire, the tip of your nose itching from the haze of being in bed with one of the hottest people on campus. Clammy hands, and spread legs as you were overthinking every minuscule detail. Small whines and whimpers slipping past your lips as you wished to keep those embarrassing noises inside.
Suguru grumbled, looking up from between your legs. His hair a mess, his mouth, lips and chin dripping from your slick. "Hey. Eyes on me, and stop hiding your moans..." he trailed off when lowering his head again and suckling on your clit, flicking kitten licks over the sensitive nub, "...you sound so good."
Needy whines and moans escaped your pursed lips, as you arched your back and dug your hands into his hair, "...S-sugu... mm-mh.."
"fuck yeah, moan for me," a muffled groan came out from between your thighs, drowned out by the lewd and loud suckling and slurping. His hands kneading your hips, keeping you close, while your thighs tightened, keeping his head trapped against your leaking, wet pussy. "More.." you moaned out for him, a little embarrassed.
He let out a wet chuckle from between his erotic groans. "Yeah? Want more?"
He slipped a finger inside your tight little hole, making your hips buck up, and you bite down on your bottom lip from the sensation. Curling it to rub up on your gummy walls, he licked around your folds and pussys lips, before doubling down on his licking at your clit.
A second finger soon slipped inside, making you moan in a loud, lewd tone. Your walls were beginning to quiver, a new sensation taking over your body. "w-wait–"
"shh, just let it happen doll.. fuck, just cum on my tongue.."
You drawled out a moan of his name, eyes squeezing shut and your back arching, pushing out your tits into the air. Nipples pebbled, and a warm, numbing feeling washing down your waist. Warm liquid trickling down your thighs, as Suguru groaned deeply and eagerly suckled up your cum, fingers digging into the plush of your hips.
He pulled away after about a minute, breathless with your cum dripping down his chin and completely coating the lower half of his face. He wiped it with the back of his hand before a lazy smirk took over his lip.
"Didn't know you were such a slut... cumming all over my tongue like that and moaning my name."
"it's embarrassing... don't talk about it," you muttered in the haze of bliss, heating up your face when Suguru shifted to be on top of you, your thighs spread and wet pussy rubbing against his navel. You could feel his erection, hard and striking brush against your ass when he damn near folded you in half.
"don't talk about it? Are you fucking serious? it's all I can think about right now..." he trailed off, eyes lustfully gazing over the naked you pinned beneath him.
“Do you even realise—” Suguru huffed before grabbing the length of his dick, pre cum dribbling down onto your wet pussy lips. He rubbed the head over your folds, before gently parting your folds to start pushing the thick head of his cock inside your tight, wet hole. “—just how much I’ve wanted you?”
You hiccuped softly, beginning to whine and claw down his back. Bringing him down closer down against you, “h-huh? Whatddya mean..?” You drawled, moaning when the thick head of his sock popped inside your hole. He let out a guttural groan, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “H-hurt… go slow,” you whined softly, feeling the initial pain. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Shh.. shh.. I’ll be gentle, baby just—just f-fuck.. don’t squeeze me like that..”
He started to thrust. He was… surprisingly gentle with his hips, knowing exactly how to touch you and tease you without making you burst into tears from the pain. “F-fuckfuckfuck… you’re gonna make me blow my load on the s-spot..!” He groaned before letting out a small needy whine against your neck.
“You s-seriously never noticed? I literally asked for your number on orientation week..!”
You whined against his shoulder, nails digging into his back as you were being fucked dumb, just a floor above one of the loudest parties you’d ever been to. His cock slipping in and out of your walls with ease, the lewd shlicks telling a story between the creaking on the bed. The stretch of having a cock inside you for the first time was… painful, you wouldn’t lie about it.
“W-whennn? I don’t remember—” you whined between moans and whimpers, before hitching your breath when realising what he was talking about.
His purple eyes, big dorky glasses, black silky hair in a messy bun, and pursed lips as he gave you his phone with trembling hands. Talking about wanting to get your number, and about to introduce himself… before feeling his phone quickly given back to him and seeing you run off into the distance.
You blushed at the memory, knowing why you had ran away.
“I— *hic* I was scareddd.. you were the first guy who asked for my number and I got s-scareddd..” you let out a small needy whine, tightening your arms around his neck and scratching, leaving red lines on his muscular, sweaty back. Moans escaping your lips without control.
His thrusts got faster, deeper, as he cooed and shushed you against your ear. His lips pressing kisses all over your neck, before sucking small purple hickeys. The thick head of his cock pressing against your gummy cervix, the squishy head prodding at it insistently.
Before you felt another orgasm wash through you. Moaning, “S-Sugu..” out against his shoulder with a lewd cry.
His thrusts got wetter, his balls now covered in your slick cum, slapping against your ass. His plunging cock slowly slowing down, even if he didn’t get to cum himself yet. A gentle kiss was pressed against your forehead again, before your eyes met his purple ones that seemed so soft under the moonlight that flickered through the blinds of his window. The room smelled of sex and sweat now, but Suguru wasn’t nearly done with your body.
“…you wanna get my number now, doll?”
You nodded to him, hiccuping softly with a pout when you felt emotions wash over you. The hottest guy in your university had asked you out—and you had run away scared when he did.
“And hey—those friends you told me about? Yeah. Not happening. You hang out with me now.”
ꮼ alt!geto always finds new ways to prove his love.
ᦸ alt!geto as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by hunnismokah ⸝⸝ not proofread.
alt!geto who lets you toy with his various lip piercings during aftercare & honestly whenever you want, always getting lost in the soft touches & tugs as he practically melts into your fingertips.
alt!geto agrees to giving you piercings at home as long as you let him help you clean them up so they don't reject or get infected.
alt!geto has a peekaboo dyed to be your favorite color—always showing it off whenever he puts up his hair or gets the chance to show off his pretty hair devoted to his pretty girl.
alt!geto shares his entire closet with you, from his too-loose rings & necklaces, to his jackets, shirts & sweaters; he'll even buy certain shirts he knows you'll just steal out of his closet, just because you'll like them
alt!geto is big on DIY gifts; he'll make you trinkets from clay, sketch out posters for your walls, make a little box for you to keep everything of his in, and paint your favorite things. His favorite gift he's made was a bouquet blanket that he crocheted.
alt!geto lets you press him down flat on his stomach so you can color in the tattoos splattered across his back—teasing you occasionally by arching his back to distract you whenever you're too focused on his skin.
synopsis: satoru's dead set on keeping you away from prying eyes, right up until a game of spin the bottle (and a very open-minded suguru) teach him something new about himself.
tags: 18+, frat boys satosugu x fem reader, college au, jealousy, flirting, semi-slow burn, smut, threesome, p in v, use of pet names (princess, baby), double cunnilingus, blowjobs, spitroasting, eiffel tower position, double creampie, throat bulging, vouyerism (kinda), fluff, happy ending, not proof read
w.c: 8.2k
art by thatsallitchief on twt!
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satoru’s been watching you for about 3 weeks.
and that’s not to say that what he’s doing is right, he knows he probably shouldn’t be going out of his way to keep an eye on you every time you walk through those doors. that his responsibilities as a frat brother don’t go beyond drinking, fucking, and holding suguru’s legs up during every keg stand. but what can he do except watch when you’ve captivated him this easily?
he has a list of things be may or may not believe to be true based on the handful of times he’s stopped to watch you do your thing. what songs you like, how you like your drinks mixed, even how likely you are to leave based on the vibe. you always come alone, that he knows for certain, but what he can’t figure out is why.
the first time he sees you is the friday after halloween.
he’s about three shots deep, sweatshirt rucked up over his shoulders with a headache that could kill an elephant. the music feels way too loud to bear and whatever sukuna poured in his cup earlier makes his nose burn every time he takes a sip, but satoru endures it, because he thinks you threw him off his axis the moment you walked into the house.
you’re gorgeous, sitting pretty on the couch like something from one of his fantasies. cup held loosely in your hand with your ankles crossed over each other. you don’t speak, don’t dance. you just sit and watch the room bubble, shoulders relaxed in that sweet little outfit that he’d give up anything to see on the floor of his bedroom.
he’s never seen you on campus. granted, he’s not usually the observant type, but for you? you have his undivided attention whether he likes it or not. he can’t help but watch you just sit. eyes wandering around the room like you’re not quite sure when or why you got here.
you keep him on his toes for the better part of a month. showing up to his parties, sticking to the wall all night like you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself, turning his world upside down, and leaving right before he gets to say he’s had his fill of you for the night.
he waits for the other shoe to drop. for your friends to drop by at the end of each night and whisk you out the door. maybe for your boyfriend to waltz out of the shadows and take you home if he’s really unlucky. but no one ever comes. week after week you sit there alone, and he watches you like he’s getting paid to do it.
satoru wouldn’t say he starts toying with you after that. call it controlled research. an experiment conducted to try and get to know the inner workings of your little brain. he notices which songs you bop your head to, which ones get you to tap your foot on the carpet and mouth along to the lyrics. those get uploaded to a special playlist, queued and ready for when you walk through the door. he starts buying the mixers he knows you like, bubbly sodas and little bottles of fruit juice he stores in the mini fridge in his room, just in case the bottles downstairs run out.
he gets reckless after the second week. starts showing off in the ways he knows best. push up contests with choso, doing chin ups in the doorway, conveniently forgetting to don a shirt after spilling beer down his neck, the whole nine yards. anything to get you to look.
and the worst part is? you do look. you lock eyes with him so frequently that he starts pregaming in his room before every party just to shake his nerves. fleeting, quick glances in his direction that make him feel hot all over and make him want to melt into the shaggy carpet in between shots. fast enough to look like an accident, but mysterious enough to make him question whether or not you’re doing it on purpose.
you’re an enigma. a paradox he can’t quite shake, and that’s exactly what he likes about you. why come to a frat party just to be a wallflower? why sit on the couch and watch the wax and wane of the crowd instead of joining the fun? the answer is something he hasn’t been able to figure out. but maybe, just maybe, you’d finally come out of your shell if he started a conversation with you.
satoru decides tonight is the night he’ll test that theory.
you’re in your usual spot tonight. smushed halfway between the arm of the dingy couch and a couple who looks like they’re trying to fuck through their clothes. you tap your fingers against the side of your cup to the beat of the speakers, not quite enjoying yourself but not hating the party enough to go home just yet.
someone comes up behind him then, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“cute, right?” suguru asks, arms crossed over his chest. his best friend settles in next to him with a sleazy grin, gaze focussed suspiciously close to the couch.
satoru’s smile wavers a little as he re-registers what he just heard.
“which one?” he asks casually, scanning the room like he wasn’t just eye fucking you for the better part of half an hour. something heavy hangs in the air.
sugaru smiles wider, eyes narrowing in your direction. satoru frowns.
“the one on the couch. left hand side.” he clarifies. something in satoru’s stomach sours, and it isn’t just the liquor he’s been nursing all night.
“i don’t know, she looks kinda quiet.” he reasons, hoping that’ll somehow deter the other man from encroaching on his plans to woo you. suguru runs his tongue over his top lip in thought, giving you an up and down with a look that can only be described as hungry.
“yeah, but you know what they say about the quiet ones.” his best friend laughs. suguru’s implication isn’t lost on him at all, in fact, it only makes him madder. you on the other hand look none the wiser, swirling whatever’s in the bottom of your cup with a thoughtful demeanor. god, what he wouldn’t do to whisk you off that couch and get you out of here.
satoru doesn’t speak for a moment, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. between the way you look right now, and whatever suguru’s deal is, he’s not even sure he can form a coherent sentence right now.
suguru must notice the look on his face, because he softens.
“oh shit, i didn’t…” he trails off, looking a little guilty now that satoru’s feelings are understood. he smiles, almost like he’s trying to hold in a laugh, and bumps satoru’s shoulder with his own.
“you’re on that?” the interest in suguru’s voice isn’t directed at you now. it’s playful, almost innocent in nature, like the two of them are back in middle school, sitting cross legged while they talk about which girls from class they’ve held hands with.
“not yet.” he huffs. some of the tightness in his chest has started to dissipate. he looks over at you longingly, stance wide. what would it take to make you smile? to see those pretty eyes light up just for him?
suguru bumps his shoulder again, harder this time. the look in his eyes tells satoru that what he’s about to suggest could either make or break the entire night.
“need a wingman? i could help you out.” he offers, inky black hair tipping into his eyes as he turns his gaze toward you again.
satoru almost feels tempted to accept, but shakes his head, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes to try and soothe the pounding in his temples.
“i’m good.” he laughs softly. “i’ll talk to her later.”
suguru laughs, clapping the other man on the back with a smug smile before nodding in the direction of the couch. “c’mon, either talk to her or don’t.”
satoru’s feet haul him forward begrudgingly, dragging with every step. he suddenly feels a lot more aware of his hear in his chest, the way it vibrates against each of his ribs.
you don’t notice him at first, too absorbed in the sea of bodies across the room for you to spot the two six-foot-something men standing in front of you. when you finally look up, it’s directly at him. something sweet in satoru's chest pangs.
“hi.” you mumble sweetly, giving them both a polite smile. there’s a familiarity in the way you say it, almost like the way you’d speak to an old friend.
cute.
you introduce yourself with an outstretched hand, looking up at him through your lashes, and it’s like the headache satoru’s been nursing all night just disappears. your hands are soft, fingers wrapped sweetly around his like you know what you want. suguru introduces himself with a curt wave, and the pleasantries drone on for another few minutes.
“y’know, it’s cozier up on the deck if you’re interested.” suguru finally offers, nodding toward a stairwell nestled at the back of the house. you purse your lips in thought, taking a quick sip of your drink before nodding. you stand and turn to satoru, addressing him directly this time with a playful tilt in your voice.
“alright, lead the way.”
the rooftop ends up being a lot quieter than downstairs. satoru leads the three of you up the stairwell, past the second floor and through a door that looks like its seen better days.
a couple partygoers sit in small groups, flanked by the smell of booze and weed. satoru finds the three of you a pile of blankets to sit on, cursing internally when you choose to sit a little closer to suguru.
you look gorgeous like this, features illuminated by the street lights below and the glow of the string lights they’d tacked up here last spring. a couple of people he recognizes sit perched behind you around a table, shouting obscenities over a game of beer pong. some more sit idle in a circle of old lawn chairs, passing a bottle around with a flurry of laughter.
the three of you talk, and satoru thinks your voice might be his new favorite sound. you tell him about your major, your hometown, how much you like the music he plays. he tells you everything you want to know in return, blood pressure rising every time he thinks you might have scooted an inch closer to him when he wasn’t looking.
suguru talks to you too, albeit with lazy eyes and a smile that reads trouble. satoru tries not to read too much into it. tells himself that that’s just how his friend is, and that it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things as long as he’s sitting this close to you. you woo them both with your antics, cracking jokes that have their ribs splitting at the seams and their chests heaving for breath.
you’re a lot different than satoru thought you’d be. pretty, obviously, and outgoing when you want to be. suguru drifts off for a moment to grab the three of you a round of shots, and before long, you’re sitting with your head on satoru’s shoulders as the alcohol settles in, raving on and on about a class he’d recently found out the two of you had shared a few semesters ago.
“is that not insane?” you giggle, waving your hands theatrically as you continue your ministrations. “if you’re going to track attendance at least have the balls to do it yourself. like why send the TA to do it for you?”
satoru laughs, deep and airy in his chest as his head floats above the three of you. you’re so warm, bleeding heat into the side of his body like a little furnace, and if he’s being honest, the smell of your shampoo is all he can focus on right now. you’re just as captivating as he thought you’d be. quiet, but with a quick mouth and the stamina to keep up with him and his best friend’s jests like no other.
the night drags on, and so does the party below. eventually, suguru turns to address you, head cocked to the side with his eyes narrowed playfully.
“so why show up to our parties alone every week? you bad at making friends?”
satoru feels your spine straighten against him, almost like you weren’t expecting a question of that caliber. you smile into his shoulder, caught red handed.
“i don’t know.” you answer softly. that shy side of you looks like its coming out again, like a turtle wanting to curl back into its shell. satoru waits for you to continue nosing at the crown of your head.
“i think maybe i was just waiting for the right people to come up to me?” you answer truthfully. suguru shoots him a look that screams “i told you so”, and all satoru can do is laugh, feeling grateful that his friend did right by him tonight. he brings his hand up to squeeze your waist and you nuzzle further into his side, stretching your legs out in front of you with a happy sigh.
except, suguru reaches forward then, guiding your legs into his own lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world, and satoru pauses, because what flares in his chest isn’t anger like he expected. it’s something sweet.
he should be upset, right? ticked off like he was a couple hours ago when his self proclaimed “wingman” waltzed right up to you like it was nothing, all low eyes and sweet promises. his friend is still giving you that hungry look, brazenly rubbing the pad of his thumb over your bare ankle while your upper half melts into satoru’s side. he knows he should find it in himself to be jealous right now, but he just can’t because in all honesty… satoru finds this kind of hot. more than he ever thought possible.
you look irresistible like this, melting at the attention both of them are giving you. there’s not an ounce of apology in the way lets his fingers trail up your leg to massage the softness of your calf, and for a very brief moment, satoru pictures the three of you doing this more. lounging up on the roof with the cool autumn air blanketing you. you looking up at them both with those sweet eyes. holding your hips still while suguru slides in from—
“i think she likes that, gojo.” suguru purrs, testing the waters with a raised brow. satoru snaps out of his trance immediately, flinching as the the dirty thought he’d been toying with slips free of his mind. he glances down briefly and realizes that the hand that’d been rubbing your side sits a lot higher now, kneading the skin right under the swell of your breast.
you turn to him with your tongue pressed up against the inside of your cheek, silently begging him for more. suguru looks on with a look that screams “go on.”
fuck it, he’ll bite.
“yeah? you like that princess?” satoru asks quietly, feeling high on a mix of endorphins and pure need. suguru seems fired up to, judging by his groan of approval.
“maybe i do..” you admit softly, wrapping your fingers around satoru’s bicep. you turn your gaze back to suguru and relish in the sultry look he gives you.
this. whatever this was could kill satoru. he’s never been this turned on in his life, feeding off of the attention you spread equally between the two of them. he didn’t even think this was an option before tonight, but judging by the look you and suguru give him, anything feels possible.
a swell of commotion suddenly rings out from the group behind you, breaking the seal spell around the three of you like a record scratch. he can’t quite see what’s going on, but judging by the clatter of glass against the ground and the chorus of “ooohs” and jeers that follow suit, he’s pretty sure he’s witnessing a good ol’ game of spin the bottle. his hand doesn’t leave your side, rubbing slow circles as the fire in his chest burns bright.
suguru must come to a similar conclusion and decide he’s all in, because he’s waggling his eyebrows at the both of you before standing to his full height, walking toward the circle with zero hesitation.
“is he serious?” you turn to look up at satoru, eyes glossed over in mischief.
“oh, he loves this stuff.” satoru chuckles, nosing at the side of your neck softly. you ponder his worder for a moment before turning back to him playfully.
“i’ll join if you join.” you nod toward suguru as if to ask satoru for permission, and something inside him flares at the idea. who is he to say no to you?
he takes you by the hand, helping you up and off the pile of blankets before joining the circle. suguru pats the ground next to him as soon as you come into view, scooting over to let the both of you settle down with satoru in the middle..
you look… nervous? excited? he’s not really sure. the three of you sit idle as a girl gears up for a turn. the bottle completes a few shaky turns before it stops, landing on another girl to the left.
satoru’s own mixed feelings about the game start to surface once his rose tinted glasses fade and he realize there’s a very large chance you could end up kissing someone that’s not him or suguru. not that he’d be into seeing you kiss suguru. actually, no. the thought of watching you kiss suguru doesn’t actually sound that terrible. this whole night will probably end up being a lot to unpack.
more people spin, and more kisses ensue. another pair of girls share a short peck followed by laughter, some guy spins and ends up kissing a girl that is clearly not his girlfriend, judging from her shrill protests, and few more people pass. eventually, the bottle makes it’s way to suguru, and he laughs, deep in his chest the way he does when he’s about to get into trouble.
satoru watches as his best friend holds the bottle out toward you, its foggy neck dangling right at you like an invitation. you accept it, setting every nerve in his body on fire in the process, and place it down on the ground in front of you.
he watches the glass vessel spin, tracing an arc around itself as gravity takes over, pulling it to an eventual halt. and in the spirit of weird luck, it finally stops. right in between him and suguru.
the crowd erupts instantly.
“spin again!”
“that one doesn’t count!”
“i think it’s closer to the white haired one?” hearing that makes satoru’s mouth water.
he looks to you to try and get a gauge on what your thinking, feeling pleasantly surprised to see the equally conflicted look on your face. he turns to suguru then with a laugh, eyebrows raised as if to ask “what now?”
suguru snickers, shrugging his shoulders. the three of you marinate in the sheer hilarity of the situation before a voice across the circle cuts through the chatter.
“kiss them both!”
a few people nod in agreeance, mumbling amongst themselves like a choir of judges. satoru can’t help but heat up at the thought.
“sure, yeah, why not?” he offers, looking to you for your input. you lay your cheek on his shoulder and smile, beckoning a very enthusiastic suguru closer with two fingers.
you adjust back onto your haunches, looking a little smaller with both men now flanking you. you lean toward satoru first, much to his approval, sealing your lips over his in a fiery act of passion that makes his blood run hot.
you taste delicious. like grenadine and something carbonated. the smell of your shampoo overwhelms every one of his senses, and before long, he’s got two hands on your waist, squeezing the softness there like it’s the last time he’ll ever touch you.
you whine into the kiss, and that for sure got him hard judging by the throb in between his legs. satoru parts his lips just enough to flit his tongue over your bottom lip, tasting the sweet skin there before the two of you finally part.
the circle erupts with cheers, praises and dirty jokes bouncing around the roof like a pinball machine. between the tent threatening to pitch in his jeans, and the mess of white hair sticking to his forehead, satoru feels like he’s going to explode. you don’t look any better, face flushed with a mix of need and embarrassment, and your bottom lip pinched between your teeth. you give him smile and a small peck on the cheek before turning to suguru, nodding when he asks for permission to kiss you.
suguru’s kiss is a lot different. it’s pure lust, marked by a mess of tongue and two hands dangerously close to your ass. you arch as soon as he makes contact, and satoru groans under his breath because it just about feels like the hottest thing he’s ever seen. you part a lot faster than you did with him, shoving suguru with a grumble about “too much tongue” and the crowd seems to love it, cheering the both of them on just as they did you and satoru.
“now kiss em’ at the same time!” a girl yells, eliciting a laugh from the rest of the circle. satoru reclines with a huff, glancing over to try and get a read on you. you and suguru however, are sharing that look again, and the implications make his brain short circuit.
you take both of their arms, pulling them a little closer to you, and the commotion that elicits from the rest of the rooftop is loud enough to make suguru flinch. satoru’s brain immediately jump to some of the filthiest thoughts he’s had all night, hand enclosing around your waist to steady himself.
suguru follows suit with a hand on your hip glancing over at satoru with a filthy look in his eye.
“you ever do something like this?” he teases.
“fuck no.” satoru laughs. he groans when he feels your fingers thread into his hair, bringing the other up to do the same to his friend.
“first time for everything.” you reason, pulling the both of them closer until your lips meet theirs clumsily.
satoru shouldn’t take this seriously, should maybe pull away and not give into the ache at the apex of his jeans, but why would he when this is arguably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him? he smiles against your mouth, feeling suguru’s lips seal right next to his. you part your mouth just the slightest bit to let your tongue flit out, and that must drive suguru crazy because the noise he makes is absolutely filthy.
it’s so good. everything feels so fucking good right now, and satoru doesn’t even care if there’s people watching. suguru places a warm hand on his shoulder to stabilize the both of them and soon enough, the noise on the roof has gotten so loud that his ears ring. your mouths move in synchrony in a messy, brazen show of affection. satoru is enjoying it so much that after a moment or two, he doesn’t know who’s mouth is who’s or whose tongue is flitting against his bottom lip. all he knows is that he’s rock hard in his jeans, and this very well may be the best night of his life.
you’re the first to part from the kiss, much to his and suguru’s dismay. the air encompassing the three of you feels like it’s boiling. you’re a flushing mess, suguru’s pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the sclera, and satoru feels ten times more tipsy than he was before this whole game started.
he’s the first to break the silence between the three of you, ignoring the jests and pleads for more from the small crowd around the three of you.
“we should head downstairs.” you and suguru nod in curt synchrony, and the three of you stand to leave, snickering at the wave of disappointment that seems to set off. suguru waves a grand goodbye to the people of the rooftop before slinking down the stairwell after you and satoru.
“holy shit, what just happened?” he whispers, eyebrows raised so high they’re practically touching his hairline. satoru only grins, wiping a hand over his face like he can’t believe half of what’s gone down tonight. the pair bump fists before catching up with you.
the air is cooler down here despite the increase in noise. you lead the both of them down a few steps before pausing in front of the step-off to the second floor, a knowing smile gracing your face.
“are these the bedrooms?” you ask softly. there’s that shy side of you again.
“mmhm, this is all of em.” satoru grins, coming up behind you to slink an arm around your waist. suguru trail a bit to the side, hands clasped behind his back as he watches on.
“where’s yours?” you ask, swinging your arms back and forth like you didn’t just ask to take this whole ordeal to the bedroom.
“what do you say? you wanna show her?” his best friend asks, something filthy lacing all four of those words. what suguru’s implying isn’t lost on the three of you in the slightest.
“last door on the right. wanna see, princess?” satoru asks, looking down at you with a sly grin. you nod at the suggestion, giving them both a look so needy that both men groan under their breath.
you’re the first of the trio to move, slinking in through a door with careful grace. the two men follow suit, and soon enough, suguru has you crowded against the door while he mouths at your neck.
you’re insatiable, squeezing your thighs together under the dim light while his best friend paws at your hips. the two of you move together in a way that makes satoru’s head spin, sending what little blood remains in his brain straight between his legs.
“c’mere.” you mumble, reaching a hand out to him. you manage to get a grip on his shirt, pulling him in until he’s close enough to slot your mouth together. suguru groans in approval, stepping away to strip his upper half down.
you go so well with the both of them it hurts. pulling both men deeper and deeper into the warm waters of your body with your little siren call. satoru swears he can smell suguru’s cologne sticking to your clothes and the thought alone makes the white haired man want to never let go of you.
it’s the fact that you want both of him, he realizes. that you trust both men enough to let them touch and tease you like this. the fact that you’re willing to give them equal cuts of your attention without compromise, letting the three of you steep in your shared pleasure.
you wrap your arms around satoru’s neck, letting him carry you to the mattress. the white haired man drops you against the sheets with careful precision, slotting his body between your open legs to grind your clothed centers together.
“fuck, that’s hot.” suguru sighs, letting his shirt hit the floor. he takes a moment to just watch the two of you. how satoru rolls his hips down against yours, how our fingers entangle themselves in his snowy locks, pulling tight every time his hard cock ruts against your clit.
“oh god.” he grits, lacking the brain capacity to do anything but feel good in the moment. this was really happening. this. a full blow threesome. right in his room while the droves of partygoers downstairs are none the wiser. satoru’s never done something like this before, and despite his best friend’s confident demeanor, he’s willing to bet suguru hasn’t either, but that doesn’t stop him for a second.
you break away from the kiss only for a moment and guide both men’s hands to the hem of your shirt, letting them pull it up and off of your body together. slowly, inch by inch of skin is revealed like they’re unwrapping gift.
“you ever fuck two best friends, baby?” suguru whispers, palming at the curve of your breast through your bra. you shake your head no with a laugh, sighing as he reaches behind to unclip the garment and ease it off of you.
“well, like you said, first time for everything.” satoru jokes, and the laugh that elicits from you is music to his ears. the darker haired of the two men chuckles at the little quip too.
suguru leans down for a brief moment to take the bud of your nipple between his lips, sucking softly. the stimulation draws the sweetest noise out of you, spurring the two men on. satoru moves the both of you further to the side, and soon enough, there’s just enough room on the mattress to house the three of you comfortably.
“get her bottoms off.” suguru mumbles, trailing his tongue over each of your breasts. you arch into the man’s touch, letting your fingers brush away some of the hair that’s fallen in front of his eyes.
satoru slinks down the length of the mattress to undress you, running the pad of his thumb against your clit through your drenched panties.
“who’s this for? hm?” he questions playfully.
“you.” there’s not an ounce of hesitance in your tone when you say it, and satoru would be lying if he said that didn’t make him ten times harder.
“aww, just him?” suguru asks, licking a soft stripe over your nipple.
“both–ah–both of you.” you whimper, shying away once satoru pushes your panties to the side and finally runs his bare finger through your soaked folds.
he whistles, low and drawn out.
“fuck, come feel this.” he grits out, bringing his soaked digits up as a testament to how wet you are. suguru parts from your breasts slowly, and surprises the both of you when he dips his head down, sucking satoru’s fingers clean of your slick.
“knew she’d taste sweet.” he breaths. satoru brings his fingers to try for himself almost intrinsically, tasting what’s left of you with a groan.
if your eyes weren’t blown wide before, they definitely are now. something about the sight of them together must turn you on the same way seeing you with either of them turns the other on.
suguru makes a beeline for the space between your legs and gets straight to work, licking a fat stripe up the length of your pussy without hesitation. the stimulation send jitters through your core right up to your chest, drawing a water groan from your lips.
satoru’s a goner as soon as he hears you, diving forward to claim your lips for his own. everything’s too much and not enough at the same time. your touch, your taste, the way you moan while suguru settles between your legs to let his tongue go to work. he could die happy like this, tangled in the sheets with the hottest, funniest girl he’s ever met and his best friend while the party rages on below the three of you. you snake your hand down to undo the button of his jeans, rucking the zipper down impatiently until you’re able to palm him through the thin fabric of his briefs.
“fuck, that’s good.” he praises. the relief your hand gives him is nearly instantaneous. satoru can’t rid himself of his bottom layers fast enough, kicking the fabric off and onto the floor.
you gasp when his cock slaps against his stomach, taken aback by the sheer size of him. satoru’s eyes hold your own as you look up at him cautiously, breathing heavy through your nose at the thought of taking him.
“you can take it, angel.” he reassures. he brings his thumb up to stroke the apple of your cheek gently. you take to his reassurance beautifully and nod, nuzzling into his hand with a dreamy hum.
he feeds you his cock once he’s able to discern a good angle for it, hand braced against the wall while you swallow his length down.
it’s messy at first. you’re a little uncoordinated on account of the size of satoru’s cock, and the unrelenting feeling of suguru’s tongue on your clit. satoru does his best to let you adjust to the pace, reeling his hips back softly before pushing his dick back into the warm cavern of your mouth.
he doesn’t have half a mind to feel embarrassed right now, and suguru must be riding that same wavelength because he’s fully honed in on making you feel good with his mouth, slipping two digits into your wet core while his lips close around your little bud.
the three of you continue like that for a bit, the sounds of your shared pleasure punctuating the silence. satoru loses himself in the push and pull of your tongue. you slink off of him with a pop to flatten the muscle against the underside of him and lick up to his tip, and that sends him a little too close to the edge for comfort. he reels his hips back a little and fastens his hand around the base of himself, not wanting to finish just yet.
“shit, you’re too good at that.” he breaths, chest heaving with exertion. suguru chuckles under his breath at you both before speaking up.
“come here, help me out.” he commands, snaking his hands under the back of each of your knees to push your legs closer to your chest.
satoru circles the mattress to join his friend at the foot of the bed, seemingly confused. he gets a better picture of what suguru means when the dark haired man scoots over, letting one of your legs drop against the sheets.
“whatd’ya say. you wanna make her feel good?” he purrs, scooting to the side to give satoru a better view at the way his tongue laves over your clit.
satoru would love nothing more.
the space between your legs is a sopping wet disaster, messy with your slick and suguru’s spit. the wet spot underneath you ass is too big to not have soaked into the mattress by now, nevermind the sheets. your clit is so swollen that satoru’s dick jumps in his hand at the sight of it. all perked up and shiny, peeking out of its hood after being played with for so long.
“fuck it, yeah. let’s do it.” satoru laughs, holding his hand out low for his friend to slap it triumphantly in a boyish show of solidarity.
you scoff at their antics, hiding behind the crook of your arm. both men waste no time bringing their lips to your center.
satoru claims your clit first, kissing softly over the tiny nub just to hear you whimper. his best friend licks his fingers clean before bringing them back down to your hole, pressing up against that initial barrier of resistance before the two of them are rewarded with a soft squelch as the digits enter you.
the two men work in perfect tandem, toying with the most sensitive parts of your body like it’s practically second nature. in away, satoru supposes it very well could become second nature if you’d let them. if you’d only say “fuck it” and let yourself be their altar.
you arch up off of the mattress as they continue, mumbling obscenities under your breath as your orgasm reels closer and closer. eventually, suguru fastens his hand to the back of satoru’s head and guides the both of them up toward your clit, tongues laving up against your special spot like there’s not tomorrow.
the move in unison, practically making out on top of your pussy while you moan and beg like your life depends on it. you end up peeking at the two of them for a brief moment, and that proves to be detrimental, because the sight before you sends you right over the edge into a ground shattering orgasm.
the two men coax you down from the clouds with tentative kisses pressed anywhere they can reach. the inside of your thighs, your ankle, the softness of your lower tummy. you’re able to sit up after the last of your high has melted, and satoru thinks the look on your face is to die for.
“yeah? feeling good?” he asks, nipping at the inside of your thigh for good measure. you squeal at the contact, getting a laugh out of the both of them.
“can you…” you start, voice trailing off as a flash trails over your chest and cheeks.
“what, baby?” suguru urges, interlocking his fingers with your own. he rises to kiss a path from your thighs to your neck, nosing at the sensitive skin there.
“can we keep going?” you mumble, clearly a bit embarrassed.
“already?” suguru hums.
you nod, laying back against the sheets to part our legs for the both of them. satoru swears loud enough to startle you, already spitting in his hand to stroke himself from base to tip.
“your move, gojo.” suguru commands, circling the mattress to snake his hands under your shoulders. satoru watches on as his best friend readjusts you, turning your body until your head hangs off the mattress and your lower half faces the wall. your hands come up around the backs of his thighs to brace yourself.
his best friend wastes no time feeding you the head of his cock, watching it breach past the lining of your mouth until a smooth bulge appears in your throat. he looks down at you through hooded eyes, hair pooling at his shoulders as you sputter and gag around his hulking length.
“you gonna fuck her or what?” suguru asks, running his warm palm over your throat to soothe the stretch there. he doesn’t even look away when he says it, too enthralled with the way you hollow your cheeks around the girth of him..
satoru moves almost on instinct, clambering onto the bed to sort himself into the gap between your body and the wall. you moan softly and part your legs in invitation.
“holy shit.” he whispers, taking a moment to run his thumb through the mess leaking from your pussy. purple lovebites line the inside of your thighs like confetti, they must’ve gotten too carried away in the throes of eating you out.
you whine then, something halfway between his name and the word “please.” satoru decides right then and there that he’ll give you anything you want as long as you keep making noises like that.
“what, this? you want this?” he asks, slapping the tip of himself against your sensitive clit. you jolt at the stimulation and do your best to nod, groaning as suguru thrusts in and out of your drooling mouth.
“cmon’ she’s dying for it.” the other man grits, burying himself to the hilt of your throat with a shaky moan. you whimper softly in agreeance.
satoru wastes no time lining up with your sticky core, pushing past that ring of resistance and sliding home in one fell motion.
“big stretch, princess. hold on.” he grits, clawing at the last of his sanity as your cunt spasms around him beautifully. you whine around suguru’s length again, higher this time, chest heaving in and out from the feeling of being used at both ends.
satoru waits for you to adjust, hunched over your sweaty form with a forearm on either side of you to support his shaky body. he knows your ready the moment you draw your hips up and down on his length, trying to chase the feeling of your orgasm.
“patience.” suguru mumbles, patting your cheek sweetly. you moan in return, stilling your body the best you can.
you’re so beautiful like this, and both men make sure you know it. you try your hardest to adjust to the stretch between your legs, doing your best to obey them both even though your limbs feel like jelly and you’re not sure which way is up or down.
satoru finally thrusts into you, and the three of you moan in absolute, indescribable bliss.
you’re unbelievably tight. so tight he thinks he might cum soon if he’s not careful. every thrust of his sends a chain reaction down the line and back, pressing up against that hard-to-find spot inside of you and pressing you further across the bed and onto suguru’s cock at the same time.
he’s so focused on fucking you that he doesn’t even notice the hand in front of his face until suguru snaps his fingers, holding out two digits for the other man to suck on.
satoru knows exactly what to do, wetting his best friend’s fingers with his tongue while the two of you maintain a heated look. once suguru’s satisfied, he brings them down to your clit to rub tiny circles into the bud.
that drives you wild, sending you over the edge so fast that both of them choke.
“holy shit.” suguru hisses, watching your cunt milks satoru for all he’s worth. all the white haired man can do is brace an arm on the wall behind him, head thrown back as he’s taken along through every wave and crest of your orgasm.
“oh my god–fuck!–oh god.” he groans.
suguru is the next to hit the edge, spewing expletives before withdrawing from your throat with a wet pop. you try to catch your breath as he motions for satoru to flip you onto your stomach, whining as the other man pulls out of you briefly.
“hold her hair. fuck, there we go.” suguru groans in approval as satoru gathers your locks out of your face. he fists his cock with a noise so desperate it almost sounds like a sob.
“open up–fuck–oh my god.” he moans. creamy white ropes of cum splash against your cheeks and lips, decorating your features like a painting.
satoru can only watch in awe, cock dripping pre against your upper thigh where his still-hard dick rests. he has to physically stop himself from groaning when you lean in on all fours to clean suguru up, suckling at his swollen tip to swallow the last of his load down.
“good girl, holy shit.” suguru huffs, legs a little wobbly from the force of his orgasm. he takes your messy face in his hands then, spooning the rest of his cum into your mouth with careful precision.
“gonna give her a load too, satoru?” he asks, eyes locked in on the way you suckle the pad of his cum-soaked thumb.
satoru releases a heavy breath with a nod,, still watching suguru clean you up.
your upper half settles down into the sheets almost on queue, painted face turning to
and all satoru can do is whimper because every single millisecond of tonight is going in his spank bank for the rest of conceivable time.
you turn to him then, ass up and a sly little grin on your face.
“cmon.” you whine, wiggling your ass as if to punctuate your begging. “please?”
“fuck. inside?” satoru huffs, more surprised of your seemingly endless stamina than the request itself. he takes himself in his hand and lets the tip sink in between your folds. his eyes never leave yours, waiting for a sign of approval.
you nod with a moan, shifting your hips back to take the rest of his dick all the way.
“holy shit.” suguru grumbles fondly, already half hard again just from watching the two of you.
if satoru wasn’t fucking you right before, he definitely is now, thrusting down against that spongey spot inside of you with a feral look in his eyes. his hands cling harder to the meat of your hip with every passing second. your turn your head back and look directly into his eyes, and the act is so intimate satoru feels his dick jump inside of you.
you’re loud enough to rival the noise of the party downstairs, whining and writhing and sobbing as he takes you apart and puts you back together again all at the same time. your hand lies firmly between your legs, right above where your two centers meet to stroke the swell of your lcit. suguru watches on in awe, fucking his own fist with his teet digging into his bottom lip.
satoru’s orgasm hits him from every angle all at once. he stills first, feeling a wave of pleasure seize at every muscle in his body. then, all that pleasure comes to a rolling release right between your legs.
he cums so long it feels like an eternity, emptying his balls into your soaking wet heat while his eyes struggle to stay open. you reach your own high almost directly after his, cumming on his dick for the second time that night with a scream of both their names into the sheets.
it takes a while for the two of you to come back down to earth. you stay wrapped up in each other. satoru slumped over you, your laid under him with his dick still inside of you. suguru must’ve climbed onto the mattress a bit ago to play with your hair, mumbling praises to you softly while his you and his best friend recover.
“i can’t feel my hands.” satoru mumbles exhaustedly. that draws a laugh out of all three of you.
“yeah? that good?” suguru teases, still toying with you from his spot a little ways up the mattress.
satoru finally musters up the strength to pull out of you after a few deep breaths, groaning at the wave of cum that seeps out of your pussy and onto the mattress.
suguru is the first to part from the trio with a kiss to your hairline. he dips into the bathroom before returning with a handful of bath towels, tossing them at the pair of you.
“you’re lucky i don’t fill that pretty mouth again.” he groans. “gotta bounce if i’m gonna make it to class tomorrow.” he tousles your hair one last time before beginning the search for his boxers amongst the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
“you okay? need water?” satoru asks, nodding when you decline his offer.
“stay a little longer, suguru.” you whisper, reaching a shaky hand out to try and grab at him playfully. satoru rubs circles into your back gently, reaching for one of the towels to start wiping off the parts of you that he can reach.
satoru hums in agreeance, still reeling from his orgasm. suguru sighs fondly, glancing back at the door before dropping his things on the floor again and climbing into bed behind you.
“can’t have just one, hm? always need the both of us.” he sighs. it’s a tight fit with the all of you pressed against each other like this. limbs against limbs, chests beating against chests. the air around you starts to heat with your combined body heat, lulling the three of you into a sex-drunk haze.
“what’s wrong with wanting both?” you giggle. and satoru laughs too, because it truly is that simple.
“yeah, let her have both of us.” satoru mumbles into your neck.
suguru hums thoughtfully, tracing circles into your naked thigh with his thumb. something sweet blankets the three of you then, like a promise looming in the horizon. would it really be that crazy to do this again? the three of you, working together with the shared goal of making each other feel good?
“fuck it, you’ll have us then.” he agrees, settling the arrangement in stone with careful finality.
“same time next week then?” you joke, squealing as the both of them pepper you in kisses.
