𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆
ʚ or— satoru gojo gets used by our favorite jujutsu kaisen men (feat: geto, toji, higuruma, nanami)
ʚ cont— just straight unholy filth from the mind of a whore, you’ve been warned
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Are you sure he’s alright?” Higuruma asked, adjusting his tie as he leaned into Nanami to speak into his ear.
Nanami did not remove his eyes from the scene in front of him as he nodded in confirmation. “He is right where he wants to be.”
“Mmm—! Mmph—”
Higuruma shook his head in disbelief while he slid his tie from around his collar. “The strongest sorcerer...” he mused. “To think he would be...”
“Such a slut,” Toji groaned, thrusting his hips against Gojo’s chin. He held his hand around Gojo’s throat, feeling his cock bulge as he thrust in and out of his sloppy mouth.
Geto inhaled sharply from across the older man, his brows drawn together as he thrust himself balls deep into Gojo’s ass and held himself there. “I think he liked that,” Geto said. “He got so tight.” Geto slowly pulled out of Gojo’s ass with a hiss before he slammed back inside, starting a rhythm once more.
Toji’s scarred lip curled as he pulled his cock out of Gojo’s throat and tapped the sloppy head against his pink cheeks. “Is he right?” His words were mocking, almost condescending. “Does the strongest sorcerer like being passed around like a slut?”
Gojo smiled, exposing his perfectly straight, white teeth. “I’d love it more if you actually treated me like a slut.” His words were breathless as Geto continued to pound into him.
At the look Toji gave him in response to his bratty quip, Gojo reached for his own cock and began stroking himself off, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
Toji grabbed Gojo’s cheeks and pinched them together, shaking him around a bit. “Two cocks filling you from either side, and it’s still not enough for you.” Toji turned around and caught Higuruma’s gaze, raising an eyebrow in question. “Are you planning to join anytime soon?”
Higuruma’s throat bobbed on a swallow. His pants were moments from bursting at the seams from how hard he was just watching. He nodded once, keeping his lips pressed in a straight line as he stepped forward.
Geto lifted Gojo’s hips and began plowing into him. At the new angle, Gojo was practically crying around Toji’s dick, the vibrations making him groan and throw his head back in bliss.
“Fuck,” Geto’s eyes rolled back in his head. “He’s gonna cum. Higuruma, get in here.”
The lawyer wasted no time in ripping his belt from his waist and discarding it to the side. In the next moment, his zipper was pulled down, and he had his cock in his hand. The tip was wet and achingly red, a tell of how long he had been dying to get inside Gojo’s ass. Hell, Higuruma had wanted to do anything with him. Fuck him or otherwise.
Slowly, Geto lowered Gojo’s hips back down on the bed and stepped to the side. Gojo groaned in protest and began stroking his cock faster, his balls jerking with the movement. He thrust back against nothing, hips gyrating in desperation as he moaned around Toji’s cock, desperate to be filled—
Hiruruma wrapped his arms around Gojo’s spread thighs and yanked him forward. Gojo slid across the bed, Toji’s cock slipping from between his lips as Higuruma slammed into Gojo with no warning.
Gojo grit his teeth as tears pricked his eyes. “Holy fuck—”
Toji placed a knee on the mattress beside Gojo’s head and slapped his cheek with his saliva-coated cock. “Don’t run,” he chastised, although the movement had hardly been Gojo’s fault.
Gojo reached back with a hand and gripped Toji’s cock, stroking him sloppily as Higuruma pounded into him. “No one is—” he cut himself off by biting his lip. “Running,” he finished through clenched teeth. His head tipped back down as he found Higuruma between his legs. “I’m so close,” he groaned, his deep voice scratchy and ruined.
Geto shoved himself next to Toji, his hand working frantically on his cock as he jerked himself off over Gojo’s face. Geto reached down and gripped Gojo’s jaw, tipping his head back to make eye contact with him. “Gonna cum for us, Satoru?”
Gojo’s eyes rolled back into his head. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
There were more sounds of shuffling, and when Gojo reopened his eyes, Nanami was standing there on the other side of Toji, looking like sin incarnate with his tie slung undone around his neck and his shirt unbuttoned. Only his pants remained fully intact, but it didn’t look to be that way for long at the size of the bulge that pressed against his tan slacks.
Gojo smiled as Higuruma slammed into his prostate over and over, bringing his orgasm closer than ever. “Do you wanna fuck me next, Nanami?” He practically purred his friend's name, and Nanami’s nostrils flared in response.
“Can you handle more?” Came Nanami’s response.
As if on cue, a hand that was not his own took over his furious stroking, making Gojo’s words seize in his throat. He jerked his head down and nearly gasped at the sight of Toji stroking him off with his large, scarred hand. He hadn’t even seen him move, too enthralled at the sight of Nanami’s rare and obvious desperation.
Gojo was going to cum. He couldn’t hold it anymore. It was all too much—the attention, the touches, the constant hammering away at his prostate.
A hand gripped his jaw again, this time when Gojo opened his eyes, Nanami was there, holding him still by his jaw. “Don’t be selfish,” he chastised. “Open your tongue for Geto.”
His eyes flickered to meet his best friends, and in his face he saw such raw, potent lust that it tipped him over the edge. “Oh fuck—” he hardly had the words out before he stuck out his tongue and his orgasm slammed into him.
Higuruma grunted, his hips jerking as he struggled to fuck Gojo through his orgasm. His ass was so tight, so warm. It felt so fucking good. The way he pulsed around him with each wave of his high was almost enough to take Higuruma with him, but he wasn’t done with his ass yet.
“Oh, Satoru,” Geto groaned. “So fucking sexy.” Geto’s sounds of pleasure were interrupted with grunts as his balls drew tight and forced his orgasm out of his dick. He jerked himself quickly, groaning with each rope of his cum he shot all across Gojo’s pretty face. Most of his load missed his tongue, but Nanami wasn’t about to let it go to waste.
Gojo twitched from his orgasm, his chest rising and falling heavily as Higuruma let up on his prostate, and Toji slowed down the strokes on his dick, letting him recover if only for a moment.
Nanami swiped his fingers against the mess on Gojo’s cheek and shoved his fingers down his throat with no warning. Gojo’s brows furrowed at the unexpected intrusion, but he wrapped his lips around Nanami’s fingers and sucked, licking Geto’s cum off them.
Toji laughed before releasing Gojo’s dick and wiping his cum on his thigh. “God. He’s fucking nasty.”
Geto chuckled. “Careful, you’re going to get him going again.”
And he was right. Toji’s condescending words went straight to his cock. He just came, and already he could feel his cock desperately twitch, trying to force itself back to life.
“Good,” Higuruma chimed. “Because I haven’t cum yet.”
Nanami hummed, his eyes on Gojo’s mouth as he watched him suck earnestly on his fingers. A second later, he pulled them out and gripped Gojo’s flushed cheeks, reveling in the way Gojo’s cock drunk eyes stared up at him. “Don’t worry. We aren’t anywhere close to done with him.”
Gojo would’ve purred at that if he could’ve. “Fine with me,” he shrugged. “This time, though, can I get someone to ride my cock?”
Nanami’s eyebrows rose. He paused to look around at the other men, who all exchanged glances with one another. After a moment, a voice spoke up.
“Think you can make me cum?”
Toji. It was Toji.
Gojo bit his lip and felt his cock fill with blood, renewed at the prospect of filling the much older man’s ass with his cum. He nodded. “You’re gonna love my dick, old man.”
