4 SHOTS 4 DA BIRTHDAY BOY
Ft: Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru!
content warning: college au, frat!gojo & frat!geto , drinking, oral (m & f receiving) , piv , Eiffel tower position , teasing , creampies , cum eating, praise, F/M/M
December 7th. Half of the campus raved about the date, already knowing what was to come.
A frat party, especially on Satoru Gojo’s birthday, and he planned it himself. Everybody knew it was bound to be a hit.
“Cmonnn! It’ll be fun, sweetcheeks! Drinks, music, partyyyy!” You watched satoru whine infront of your desk. Your own schoolwork papers sprawled infront of you.
“i already told you no, i have work to do. Plus your parties arent even my type. I dont speak to hardly anybody in that damn frat, aside from you and Suguru.” You scoff.
Satoru groans, “you dont have to drink! Itll be fun without! Promiseee! I’ll even make sure theres non- alcoholic stuff for you!” He really fucking wanted you to go.
“Would it make you shut up if i say yes?”
“If you say yes and make an appearance.” He chides.
You roll your eyes. “Fine, I’ll try to make it. After i finish.” He groans, “schoolwork does always come first with you, huh?” He asks rhetorically. Already knowing the answer was yes, he gives another smile. “Whatever, better get workin’ then, because what any fun would it be without you?”
You reach for your pencil again, glaring at the page of straight college calculus. As your brain distantly registered his fading footsteps and chuckles.
Unfortunately for you, you finish your work in time to actually have a good hour before this stupid party to get ready. Regardless, its fine if youre a little late, college students never arrive on time to parties. You groan to yourself, forcing your body away from the desk that sat in your dorm. Away from the blearing white Canvas screen with your schoolwork uploaded and ready to grade.
The party was loud and annoying. You trudge in through the huge doors of the Fraternity House. Music blasting, and it already reeked of alcohol and noise complaints. Your eyes scan the crowd— half hoping to see the two you actually came here for.
Much to your dismay, Satoru saw you first as you scan the opposite side of the room. “There she is!” His voice boomed over the music , causing you to flinch. His arm swings around you— when the fuck did he even approach you?
“I was hoping you’d come!” He smile, breath already reeking of the expensive vodka only Satoru Gojo could pay for. You grumble as you try to lean away, “yeah, woohoo.” You mumble, shrinking slightly when you realize his attention on you, got the attention of others.
“Where’s suguru?” You question, usually they’re hip-to-hip. Satoru hiccups, “uhhh.. in the kitchen… doing… i don’know, somethin.” He hums, like he’s the smartest in the world. You only send a half glare at him, taking his arm off of you. He obliged, stepping back to admire your (very half assed) outfit. It was a casual party so, jeans and a hoodie were acceptable. Plus, it’s cold, nobody is wearing a dress in this weather.
“Fuck, you look good.” He hints as his smile widened, you hum. “Uh huh, and you look drunk.” You murmur, making your way through the crows to look for Suguru. You bump into a few faces you knew, people who knew your name (sometimes you knew theirs, but you never really talked to.
Choso.. Nanami— Yuta— damn, everybody was actually here.
When you step into the kitchen, the music has been muffled slightly, still pretty loud but.. its bearable now. Suguru was leaning against the counter, talking to some other pledge in the frat.
When he looks up and sees you, he smiles with a nod, his usual greeting when he was in a conversation. Satoru’s voice blared in the kitchen, “suguru! Guess whos here!” He chirps loudly, Suguru’s eyes slim a bit. “I see that, Satoru.” He replied, much quieter.
You linger with Suguru for a bit, not knowing anybody else. Satoru was out in the living room, that was flooded with college students, embarrassing himself. Sugurus conversation dies eventually, he turns to you. Your back pressed to the kitchen counter as you idly scroll through your phone, Suguru’s sigh catches your attention as you look at him.
“Satoru baited you into this?” He asks, you nod. “It was the only thing that made him shut up.” Suguru laughs heartedly, subconsciously toying with one of the snakebite barbells that laid under his bottom lip. “Sounds ‘bout right.”
He sees you wince when satoru shouts from the other room something like , “let’s raise the fucking volume!” As the music almost doubled in loudness. He almost scoffed at satoru’s antics but.. albeit, he’s drunk. “Here, we can go upstairs to mine? It wont be silent but.. it’s better than down here.” He offers, you ponder on the thought but, ended up nodding. It’s not like you’ve never been there before.
Humming as he nods towards the stairs, Suguru signals for you to follow him, in which you do. Stepping into his room, it was much quieter than the downstairs. His room was a simple black theme— a few rock posters on the wall, a bookshelf only semi-full, and a desk with his laptop. “Sorry, y’know i never decorate much.”
You shake your head, “please, atleast your room is clean.. unlike..-“ suguru sighs as he finishes your sentence, “—satoru’s.” You both burst out laughing when you realized how in sync you two were. You plop down on his bed after tossing the hoodie you wore off— it landed somewhere on his desk. You groan, “this is so stupid. I came to a whole birthday party, only knowing the birthday boy and you.”
Suguru raises an eyebrow, “ ‘and you?’ What, I dont deserve a title either?” He jokes as you scoff, “yeah, heres one for you, ‘really close second place to satoru at being annoying.’” You grumble as you stare at the ceiling. You miss the way Suguru’s eyes trace your form— the small sliver of tour abdomen peaking from under your graphic tee. “Well that’s just mean, i think.”
You look at him, “fuck what you think, im an angel.” You hum as your eyes close, head hitting the soft duvet under you. The weight on the bed shifts as Suguru sits beside you. “Acting wise. No you are not.” He says as he eyes you. You glare at him, “and look wise? Call me ugly and see what happens.” You grunt, as if Suguru does not have a good chunk of height on you.
You stay like that for awhile, chatting and just.. chilling. The door opens, the creaking catching both of tour attention as Satoru pokes his head in, holding an entire bottle of some type of alcohol that you werent experienced enough to know the name. “You guysss! You ran off ‘n me!” He whines. Stumbling in as Suguru chuckles, he had been drinking too. It was enough to be tipsy, nowhere close to satoru.
Suguru grabs the bottle from Satoru, scoffing. “You’ve clearly had enough, i see.” Satoru groans as he watches suguru pour himself a drink but he isnt allowed to?! “Thats not even fair!” He glares, you laugh at them. “Youve been yelling and drinking the whole night. Its time you actually chill.” You hum, his head snaps towards you.
“Who added you to this conversation?!”
“Fuck is that supposed to mean?”
You both go back and forth as Suguru watched, amused but.. a little ticked off at the noise. Satoru changes subjects, “we should take birthday shots!” He beams. Suguru.. doesnt disagree. You shake your head sheepishly. “Dont drink, sorry.”
Satoru looks over at you, “theres always room for a first, y’know.” He said with a smirk. You reluctantly look at him. “I dunno, i dont like the taste or the sensation.. it burns and—“ you stop as suguru moves to grab a the red cup he briught upstairs with him.. and he just pours. Your jaw drops. “Im not drinking all of that.”
“Sure you will, ill help you.” He smiles, almost soft if you didnt see the look he sent to satoru. “What are you two planning? You only do that shit when—“ Suguru moves closer. Sat infront of you now as one of his hands wrap around the base of your neck. “This okay?” He asked quietly. Tou almost immediately nod.
He huffs, moving to connect your lips. You feel the flow of liquid from his mouth to yours, the alcohol. It does burn, it really does. You hardly ever drink, and still, its always light things that are majority juice. For some reason it was.. more bearable. Your head was focused on how Suguru kissed you, rather than the warm, (yet burning)feeling that prickled down your throat.
Your hands balled up in his shirt as you groan quietly, you kept going for a minute before Suguru finally pulled back. He smiles widely, “better?” A shudder and a shaking breath left you as you replied, “uh.. yeah, yeah. ‘S better.”
Satoru whines, “hey cmon! ‘S my turn! That was hot as shit, move move!” He urges suguru from his spot. “Your turn?—“ you mumble, confused. Yeah you had a fee flings with them separately, but them together? That was.. foreign.
In a second, satoru’s lips were on yours. A small yelp had him pause for a minute, before he felt you kiss back. “Atta girl..” he mumbles against your lips. You whined at the praise, already feeling yourself grow wet. He pulls back, his face flushed and breath heaving. “Wanna take another?” He references to the shots. Already feeling the warm buzz under your skin, you nod.
4 shots and 4 make out sessions later, your whole body felt warm. Satoru was still kissing you and at some point they shedded your shirt onto the floor. Suguru palmed your breasts greedily, one even dipping into your bra to twist and pinch at your nipples. You whine and press your chest up into his hand. Your body felt like it was on fire.
Satoru pulls from your lips, moving down your jaw and neck, Suguru kissing down your shoulder. “Please..” the word barely left your lips, Satoru presses his hand to your clothed cunt. “Yeah? Please, what? Gotta use your words, sweet girl.” He teased. You crack open an eye to glare down at him as he smiles against your neck.
“He’s right, you gotta tell us wha’ya want, sugar.” Suguru agrees. You grunt with a huff. “Want you two, please- i dont care how i just.. need—“ a sharp gasp left you as satoru’s hand snuck into the front of your jeans. “Yeah? You dont care?” He pulls from your neck, scooting back to work your jeans off you. “Hips, baby. I cant get to my present like this.” He chides.
“‘S not a fuckin’ present, ‘toru.” You grumble, digging your heels into the bed so he could tug your jeans off. You had soaked clear through your panties, satoru clicks his tongue. “Youve been waiting, i see.” He said with a chuckle, you glare as you kick him softly. “Fuck off, you both have been making out with me for like 30 minutes.”
Suguru laughs at your snarky reply. “She got you there.” He hums as he works off your bra, sliding it off your shoulders. Now only in that clad pair of panties that seemed glued to you from your own fluids. Your arms moved to cover your chest, “why am i the only one naked? Thats not fair.” You murmur. Satoru and Suguru hum. “Youre right, cant leave our girl alone, can we?”
Your face burns when suguru and satoru pull away from you. The cool air attacking your skin and leaving goosebumps. They both strip themselves down to boxers. Satoru eyeing you. “Happy?” You nod with a small smile, “very, now come back.” You quickly replied.
They obliged, of course. Satoru situated between your spread legs, both limbs slung over his shoulders as he kissed the inside of your thighs, bitting and sucking. Warm, angry red marks left behind from his lips. You shudder, your hand gently tangled in his hair was his winter lashes fluttered close for a split second.
Sugurus hands found your breasts again, squeezing and massaging them. His own hips rocked against your back, you could feel him clear through the fabric of his boxers. The warm skin of his chest was pressed to your back. He groans quietly in your ear when you pushed back against him, “god— dont— dont do that.. ‘m trying to take my time with you—“ he says gruffly.
Satoru pulled your panties to the side, licking a thick stripe up your cunt. You jolt, hips twitching as you let out a shaking moan. “N..hhaahh..—“ satoru smiles again, continuing this action a few more times before sucking on your clit. Causing you to cry and grind against his warm mouth—he quickly moved his hands to hold your hips down.
You sob as he doubled down, the pinching from suguru genuinely made you feel 10 times hotter than the alcohol already caused. Your hand tightens in satorus hair as you moan almost pitifully. “Please— pleasepleaseplease— g’na cum— don’stop—“ it was almost enough to pity you, almost. You writhe as Satoru sucked almost harshly on your clit, the nerve swollen and pink in his mouth.
“Yeah? Cmon then, pretty.” Suguru teases, watching as satoru pulls back from mouthing at your clit to slide two fingers inside of you. His other hand spreads you open, on full display for him. His fingers quickly poked and prodded at that bundle of nerves deep in you. One of sugurus hands released your chest, moving to rub circles on your clit as you shake in his hold. “H-hang o.. on—! Fuck! Fuck— shit ‘m cumming-“ your own orgasam came as a surprise. Tears spring in your eyes as your high crashes over you, pleasure rolling through your body in waves.
Both of their hands slow down, letting you ride it out before they completely pulled away. Satoru groans at the coats of frothy white cum on his finger. He offers it to suguru, “wanna taste?” Suguru rolls his eyes. “Im not eating shit off your fingers, move.” He mumbles, trying to reposition them. “‘M so fucking hard it hurts.”
Satoru scrambles out the way, the alcohol causing him to stumble a bit. His fingers in his mouth as he cleaned himself of you. Suguru nods to the left side of the bed, he stands on the right side. “Get over there,nasty ass. ‘ve got an idea.” When he positioned you to lay across the bed and on your back, sitting between your legs, satoru complains again. “Wait, i wanna fill her! ‘S my birthday anyways.” He justified quickly, not wanting to sound needy.
A scoff, suguru nods, they quickly switch sides. Suguru leans down to see your dazed face, pleasure and alcohol clearly making you bleary. “You still with us, sugar?” He asks quietly, you nod and make a noise. Suguru clicks his tongue, “need words, or we’re stopping here.” He watches in amusement when your eyes widened. “Good! ‘M good—“
Satoru laughed, “really wanted us that bad? Didnt know you were the type to be okay with a two-man.” Suguru quickly wacked him across the head. “Shut the hell up. Be happy she let you touch her at all.” Satoru very quickly pipes down when he realized how suguru was right. The ravenette looks down at you, “jus’like last time , yeah? Tap my thigh when you need a break.” You nod eagerly.
He waits for Satoru to take himself out— slowly sinking into you with a hiss— his hands holding your hips in a bruising grip. “H-holy shit— fuck, she missed me-“ Suguru rolls his eyes at satorus manic mumbling, something about how goog you felt around him. “Open up, sweet thing.” He says gently, you tilt your head off the side of the bed- opening your mouth as the head of his cock slaps your tongue. The salty taste made your senses swirl— soon enough you were gagging on him.
The room filled with noises of skin on skin, and moans. Satoru playing with your already swollen clit, while suguru did what hes always loved— toying with your tits. Satoru’s thrusts seemed wild since he was intoxicated, while Sugurus were quick yet calculated. The lewd sounds of your throat and muffled moans spurred them on.
“S-shit— can see my cock clear through your throat, sugar—“ suguru groans, a hand leaving your breast to trace his shape that bulged from your throat. You squeal around him, back arching after satoru gets a little more harsh with his thrusts when it’s pointed out. “Fuck— fuck that’s hot, thats really.. really hot. Fuck that’s not fair, i cant last long like this..-“ he whimpered as he chased his own high, eyes closing when your velvet walls seemed to milk him dry.
“You can say that again..” Suguru groans, his eyes couldn’t rip away from the bulge— he was literally infatuated. You felt both of their hips start to twitch and jerk. “Shit, g’na cum in that pretty mouth—“ Suguru hoarsely whispered through deep groans.
Satoru’s hands gripped your hips with new found fervor— desperate to have you cum again before him. “Please sweetheart— give me one more— jus’one— yeah? You look s’pretty like this— i need you to cum ‘round me—“ He babbles between gasps and groans, his fingers pinched, twisted, and pushed on your clit. Your back arched , legs spasming as you sob around Suguru. Arms flying up to dig into Sugurus hips, he hisses but, the vibrations from your moans send him over.
“Cu— mmgh!-“ You tried to warn around Suguru. Satoru only laughs, “i know baby— feel her shakin’ round me n’ all— god— yes— shit ‘re s’good f’me— for us—“ he holds your shaking legs over his shoulders as he doubled down, your body screaming for a break, or anything. Satoru was too busy chasing his high. One, two— three harsh thrusts to your cervix and Satoru bottomed out. Filling you deliciously with his cum, as he loudly gasps.
“Holy— shit..-“ Suguru rasps out, one harsh thrust and the salty and bitter taste of his cum blow your senses out. You tried to swallow around him, shakily. Twitching almost violently in their hold. They waited, basking in the afterglow. Before (much to your dismay) they both pulled out, panting harshly. “That was.. so much better than i thought it’d be..” Suguru mumbles. Satoru was quiet. “Im still hard.” He murmured, shocked that he even could go another round. Suguru glares, “leave her alone, already fucked her ‘nough for tonight.”
When they looked at you— your shaking thighs pressed together. You looked dazed as your tongue darted to lick your kiss-bitten lips, Satoru’s cum trickling out of you. He picks up your panties. Gently guiding them back onto tour shaking legs and hips. “Leave that for later..” he hums with a smile. Suguru rolls his eyes, “dont you have a birthday party to attend? Theyre gonna think the birthday boy went M.I.A. On them.
Satoru pales, fuck he forgot about that party completely, his head finally registered the blasting music as he tried to hurry and throw his clothes back on. “Use cologne too, you smell like sex.” Suguru points out with a smirk, while tending to you gently. Satoru glares, “shut up! This isnt over!” He grumbles as he hurried out sugurus door.
You slowly gather your bearings as Suguru tried to pick up your clothes from around the room. The previously red spots on your neck began to blossom purple. Suguru helps you get dressed. “Alcohol outta you?” He asks as he clasps your bra again, and tugs on your shirt and hoodie. You nod, “yeah, i think. I feel dizzy but.. i think thats cause of .. that.” You say. He nods.
“Makes sense.” He wipes off your face from sweat, and even fixes your hair. Your body relaxes with him. “I dont want to go back down. Not yet, atleast.” He chuckled at your gravelly whisper from his harshness. “Thats fair, we can stay here longer then. Atleast until satoru starts to round people out.” You agree. Leaning back into his pillows as he fixes his room up a bit.
There was one thing you know for sure, that birthday boy planned to get another taste of his birthday present.. (presents, if counting suguru..)
A/N: this shit is like 2 days late SORRY. BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY SATORU
