︵ ೀ mdni. satoru loves to make you come on his tongue ( + overstimulation )
“you’re still so sensitive… but you can give me one more, right?”
satoru grins against your pussy, two thick fingers buried knuckle deep while his tongue moves slow and lazy over your clit. your thighs start to shake around his head but he just pushes them wider, mouth messy with your cum from the last round.
“c’mon baby… just one more. this pussy’s still so wet for me…”
he sucks your clit hard, lips wrapped tight, and curls those fingers right into that spot that makes your back arch off the bed. you’re still twitching from before but he doesn’t stop. he pulls off your clit with a wet pop and spits right on it, watching it drip down to mix with the mess leaking out around his fingers.
“i know it’s a lot but you can handle it, pretty girl.”
he slides a third finger in, stretching you open, scissoring while his thumb presses down just above your clit. your hips jerk but he pins you down with one strong arm across your stomach, mouth back on you instantly. he licks broad stripes up, then sucks your clit between his lips again, humming so the vibration shoots straight through you.
you whine his name and he chuckles into your pussy. “yeah? it’s a lot, huh? you’re taking it so good for me. my good girl. c’mon, cum on my tongue again.” he speeds up, fingers thrusting deep and steady, curling every time he pulls back.
your thighs clamp around his head but he doesn’t care. he eats you like he’s starving, messy and loud, spit and cum everywhere. the pressure builds fast and he feels it, growls against your clit and shoves his fingers even deeper.
“there you go… that’s my girl. you’re getting so close already, huh?”
satoru moans into you when you come, licking up every drop, fingers still moving slow through your orgasm to drag it out. he keeps his mouth on you as you tremble and squirm beneath him, overstimulated and gasping.
“fuck, i love how you taste right after you cum… think you can do it again for me?” he pulls his fingers out, shiny and slick, and slaps your pussy lightly before diving back in with his tongue, ready to pull another one out of you.
though he’d never admit it, you know that deep, deep down he loves the slow roll of your hips over his cock, the way your velvet walls squeeze him perfectly, the slowwww torture when you lift yourself off him.
“oh, p—please,” his voice cracks with a broken whimper of your name, hands digging into your waist and eyes watery. his bottom lip trembles slightly, glasses askew, cock twitching in desperation as he watches, waits to feel you again.
“i said not to cum yet,” you murmur, and he nods frantically, trying to distract himself from how much he’s aching—his tip’s flushed an angry red, the shaft slick with precum and your own arousal.
“i won’t, i swear,” he babbles, eyes rolling back when you sink back down onto him, his hands secured on the plush of your thighs as you start lifting your hips in a languid rhythm.
the sound is so lewd, too—wet, insistent slapping that makes choso bite down on his lip harder, nearly drawing blood. his eyes draw to where you meet his base, frothed and drenched already. and when he’s close for the nth time—he squeezes his eyes shut and whines, and you feel his cock tense inside you—you just pull off. again and again.
the sweetest joy, perhaps, is watching choso force himself to hold his release in when you climax over his cock, pussy clenching him so hard it hurts him to have restraint. he has to watch you moan, watch your face contort in pleasure as you use his cock to push you over the edge.
you’re panting, coming off your high, and every part of choso’s tensed up, holding, waiting for his precious girl to give him permission. the split second you whisper a soft, “okay, you can cum now,” he’s falling back against his pillows with a shattered cry, tears streaming down his face.“thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he sobs, melting even more when you coo his name gently, kissing his cheeks with a little smile.
choso’s mind is gone, still catching his breath, his cock still snug between your walls, and his heart skips a beat at the thought that maybe tomorrow, you’ll edge him with your mouth.
Summary: suguru geto loves his independent go-getter wife, but he's only willing to let self-destructive tendencies go so far. when two, stubborn souls butt heads about whether or not it's time to take a break, usually the one with the ropes has a good chance of winning!
Pairing: suguru geto x workaholic!reader
Content Warnings: fem!reader, smut, hurt/comfort if you squint, pwp, overstim as discipline, praise, softdom!suguru, moments of harddom!suguru, talking you through it, dubcon (implied presence of a safeword), "you can take it," brat taming adjacent (reader is less of a brat and more of a stubborn overworked girlboss with no sense of self-preservation), scolding, body worship, sugu just wants his pretty wife to chill tf out, bondage + bondage terminology, reader struggles with self care (skipping meals / not taking breaks / etc.), mindbreak / dumbification, teasing, suguru’s a little mean when he’s mad, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of femme pet names, biting, suguru accidentally breaks himself too and goes feral, i fear he gets a little ooc atp, unprotected/raw, making it fit, full nelson, doggy style, creampie, whiting out, blacking out, reader goes nonverbal, aftercare
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: i hope this is at least similar to what you were picturing, anon!! i've never done a request before 👉👈
“You can give me one more, can’t you?”
You were pretty sure you’d heard those words about fifteen times in the last two hours.
Your husband—Suguru Geto, a beautiful man with a kind smile and evil, evil hands—had you spread pretty on his lap, his knees tucked under yours to keep your thighs pinned open for him. He was careful not to tie the pretty, purple ropes around your arms too tight, but after this long, you were convinced there’d be red marks ingrained into the plush of your skin in ringlets. The diamond-weave arm-binder tie he’d wound you up in was designed to distribute pressure and ease any pinching, as he’d been happy to inform you while he kept a knee pinned to your back and roped you up, but one could only handle so much restraint for so long. Your continuous writhing and wriggling certainly exacerbated the agitation.
It’s not like you were resisting! Not anymore, at least; you’d given up on wrestling your way out of this after the fifth or sixth orgasm he’d wrenched out of you with his expert fingers. No, at this point, it was simply a biological reaction to a sensation you couldn’t pinpoint as pain nor pleasure. The need not to escape, per se, but to work the building energy out of your body by any means necessary.
Whatever the reason for your squirming, it didn’t deter your dear husband in the least. He knew you had an easy out if you really wanted it; one, simple word spoken, and everything would come rushing to a halt. In fact, you had a sneaking suspicion your jerkiness only fueled his greed for your pleasure, if the way his aching cock jumped against your lower back had anything to say about it.
At first, you’d thought his mouth was the real villain. He’d sank to his knees after every few climaxes to clean up the mess between your legs, those pretty eyes of his—glittering the same amethyst as the ropes he’d bound you with—staring up at you with equal parts amusement and devotion. He’d start with a firm press of his tongue to the base of your slit, draaaagging a path all the way up to your poor, throbbing clit, before lowering back down to pull another languid stroke along your folds. Once he’d drank up everything along your thighs and lips, that mean tongue of his would dip in to gulp down the rest in lecherous slurps. You could never be sure whether the low moans he let off were meant to torture you with the vibrations, or if they were genuine responses to how much he enjoyed your taste dripping down his throat.
But even if he had you squirming and crying for him to stop teasing every time he used his mouth to work you up again, that tongue of his couldn’t compare to the brutal dexterity of his long fingers.
Suguru had memorized every sweet spot on and in your body a long time ago. He often knew you better than you knew yourself, working his fingers along the soft spots of your thighs and making you gasp until the stimulation had you wet enough for him to slip in knuckle-deep without resistance. Tease that he was, he’d usually use his extensive knowledge of your body to dodge those spots on purpose until you begged for mercy. He’d work you up slowly every time, savoring the sweetness of your need until it exploded from the slow-cooking pressure. Then he’d have you watch as he drank you off of his fingers, sometimes even sharing the taste with you from his own lips. He’d often give in to your cute begging after making you cum two or three times, finally sinking himself into your heat and reaching a pinnacle of pleasure in sync with each other.
There was almost a comedy in the way he always did all the work. Suguru had always preferred to be in control in most aspects of his life, and your pleasure was no exception. But his strict nature didn’t temper your own need to approach your life with a hands-on attitude. Part of what had drawn him to you in the first place was how determined you were to take charge of your own narrative, after all.
Of course, he also recognized the danger of this little habit of yours. You struck your story while the iron was hot just like he did, and he admired your ambition, but you lacked the discipline to know when to let the heat simper and to catch your breath. He often found you burnt out and overworked, forgetting to take breaks at best and forgoing entire meals at worst. It was a chore to pull you away from your passions when the fire consumed you like this. He often needed to use a touch of conniving forcefulness—a cut wifi signal here, your favorite meal’s scent wafting under the door there. On the worst days, he’d physically remove you from your workspace and drag you toward your basic human needs.
When he’d been especially busy for the last two days—a tension headache of his own creeping in and separating him from his work—he’d been hoping to slip into bed beside his already-sleeping wife. Instead, he’d walked in on you, hunched up at your desk with terrible posture, dressed in the same clothes as the day before, surrounded by nothing but empty cans of some caffeinated garbage and a few wrappers denoting quick snacks.
You’d been scruffed before you knew what was happening.
It started in the shower. He’d stripped you with a fervor, wrestling you under the hot water and replacing any protests on your lips with his own tongue. He’d caged you against the shower wall with his imposing figure, one hand pinning your wrists to the wall while the other slipped between your legs. One of his thick thighs pinned your legs open while he worked you to the brink faster than ever before. He’d made it his mission to target all of your weak points first until you were seeing stars in record time, spasming around his long digits in the way he could never get enough of. He didn’t stop even when his fingers pruned, when his joints ached, when his knuckles rubbed raw against your greedy pussy. He didn’t stop until you were squirting all over his thigh and collapsing against him as your body gave out.
“There we go,” he purred, offering the first words he’d spoken since he found you in such a sorry state. “There’s my pretty girl. What were you thinking, sweetheart? Did you even eat a single meal while I was out? And those chunks of garbage you call ‘snacks’ don’t count.”
You could barely wheeze out a response as he cleaned you and scolded you in equal measure, limp on the shower floor where he’d lowered you to sit against the wall while his devoted hands dragged suds over your skin in methodical strokes.
Perhaps it would’ve been better if you hadn’t caught your breath. Foolishly, you’re interrupting his gentle tirade with a mumbled protest of your own, “Th’deadline’s soon, Sugu. I gotta keep workin’ on it tonight—mmph!” You didn’t get much further when he stuffed two of his non-soapy fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue in warning. Your stubborn streak got the better of you, and you’d gnawed on his digits in retaliation just a little, trying to justify your actions around the thick intrusions clogging your words.
He’d left you in the shower soon after with the curt instruction to dry off. Guilt warred with indignation; you may be his wife, but he had no right to tell you how to live. You were a grown woman with a job to do, and if he didn’t like it, then maybe he shouldn’t have married someone with such a strong work ethic. But as you dried off and entered the bedroom, steeling yourself for an unpleasant conversation—perhaps even an argument—he’d pinned you face-down in the sheets before you could blink. You felt the ropes before you saw them, and equal parts dismay and arousal flushed through your body when you realized exactly what kind of fight you’d be having—and losing.
And here you were, two hours later, as boneless and tear-streaked and pliant as he wanted you, reaping the consequences of your own foolishness. Your lack of self-preservation had put you in the jaws of the most dangerous predator you’d ever met in your life. And yet, not a mere inch of you could pretend to want to escape anymore.
“So good f’me,” came your husband’s sultry purr against the shell of your ear, low and breathy in the way he knew you loved. Soothing, almost, if not for the blissful cruelty of his hands. “My pretty girl, all sweet an’ needy. This is how my wife should be treated.”
He leaned in to lick a stripe up the side of your neck, letting out a low trill of amusement when the motion made you hiccup and clench around him. Mumbling into your pulse point, “She should be loved. Revered. Pleasured… Worshipped.”
Suguru’s sharp canines bit into your skin just enough to leave stinging red brands behind, sucking your flesh between his lips and adding another purplish mark to the menagerie he’d littered you with. His free hand kneaded at your chest, groping the swell in slow pulses before giving the peak a little pinch. His lips were over yours again before you had a chance to moan.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” he groaned into your mouth. “You’re doin’ so well, my wife. Isn’t it better like this? Letting your husband ruin this perfect body with pleasure, instead of ruining yourself with all that work and exhaustion?”
The last remaining slivers of your sanity wanted to bark at him, to remind him how he had no room to talk, to spit right into his mouth and make him check himself. But those slivers dissipated with another quick tap-tap-tap to your pulsing clit, and suddenly you were lolling your head forward and drooling and letting out some garbled sound of need.
Suguru only cooed, tugging you back against him to rest on his chest with your head tucked into his shoulder. “Shhhhh,” he soothed, though the hand orchestrating your downfall didn’t slow in the slightest. He pet tenderly over your skin in broad strokes, soothing your frayed nerves while he kissed far too sweetly at your temple for all this bullying.
“It’s okay, sweet girl.” Suguru’s tongue trailed lightly up your cheek to collect an errant tear, reaching up to turn your head just enough to drink up the drool on your chin, too. “I’m here. You’re doing so well. It feels good, yeah? This is where you belong.”
He’d done well to alternate back and forth between focusing on your clit and your g-spot, giving each tender area a break between each climax just enough to prolong the amount of rounds he could force out of your pliant body. But even with his calculations, you were reaching your limit.
He hadn’t even cum once.
“S.. Sugu,” you managed to mumble. It took conscious effort to roll your eyes out of your skull to look at him, half-lidded and teary and fucked out beyond repair. He hummed in response all the same, kissing along your cheek before pressing his forehead to yours with a patient smile. “What is it, my sweet girl? Tell me what you need.”
Your hands, bound squarely against your back where your arms had been pinned, reached out just enough to graze against his cock throbbing against your tailbone. He flinched at the contact and creased his brows.
“Naughty girl,” he mused through gritted teeth. “Trying to distract me? I have a very important mission, you know. If my wife can still think enough to plot against me, then we’re not done here yet—”
“S’not that,” you whined against his lips. You could barely recognize your own voice in its breathless pitchiness. Perhaps you’d be embarrassed if he hadn’t already fucked all the logic and awareness out of you. “Jus’ need you inside.”
The hand torturing your folds halted.
“…Fuck, sweetheart,” Suguru laughed against your lips. Hoarse. A little crazed, maybe. You could feel his cock jump against your fingers as you continued to reach for him in vain, just barely able to graze your fingerpads against his pulsing shaft. “You’re too good t’me.”
“S’not f’you,” came your jumbled correction. “I jus’ wan’ it.”
It was hard to accuse you of being bratty when your drunken slurring was so earnest. He let his forehead drop into your shoulder with another laugh mixed up in a groan of blissful anguish. Sticky pre dripped over your fingers, coating you in a needy sheen despite barely being able to touch him at all.
It was a night for firsts, apparently; you’d never once seen your Suguru so sensitive.
You expected him to switch positions. He often liked to have you on your hands and knees where he could glue himself to your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, or lay you down face-up so he could watch you fall apart beneath the curtain of his silky hair, veiling you both in a curtain and tunneling your vision. Always looming over you, always consuming your senses until you were trapped in a world of pleasure with him and nothing else.
But perhaps this extended ordeal had snipped at his patience as much as it had burned yours to ash, because large hands found your hips and lifted you up with minimal effort. He lined his tip up with the slick mess dripping from your folds and pushed an inch in without warning, choking a sob out of your lungs just as he hissed into your shoulder.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Suguru growled against your skin, grateful to be able to hide his unsightly snarl from view. “So good. Too fuckin’ good.”
That ‘too good’-ness didn’t stop him from rutting up in shallow thrusts, chasing an overdue high deep within you. He’d been working you open for hours now, but it didn’t stop the way you clenched around him on instinct alone, fluttering weakly along each inch disappearing inside of you. It took several upward jerks until you felt stuffed full. A quiet, foggy part of your mind recalled how he never quite fit all the way; he surely could if he tried, but Suguru greatly preferred focusing on ruining you rather than chasing his own pleasure, and he’d never seen the point in going through all that extra prep when you already felt so perfect around him.
But he’d apparently shattered his own awareness, too. Tired, frustrated, and wanting his wife since long before he’d returned home, not to mention how long he’d held back in order to carry out his vindication, the leash of self-control he often prided himself on had pulled too taut and snapped! clean in half.
“Fit,” you heard him repeatedly hissing into your skin. One of his large hands slid up to grip and grope at your chest like he was trying to ground himself while the other dug into your hip enough to leave a handprint, keeping you steady with each vicious drive of his hips into yours. “Fucking fit.”
“S-Sugu—?” you tried to coo, a flush of worry dampening the fuzz laying thick over your mind. But he fucked that out of you, too, right alongside your withering sanity. Both of his hands slid up under your arms and snaked behind your head, locking his fingers together against the back of your scalp. He pushed you down and rammed his hips up in sync, knocking the gentle words out of your lungs and replacing them with wanton sounds of pleasure. His name stayed on your lips, of course, but it took on the sweet, needy cadence he loved to drag out of you.
One particular thrust finally had him slapping flush against your heat all the way down to his hilt. He let out an odd noise between a whine and a curse, his beefy biceps flexing hard against you before going limp and sliding down to hug around your waist. You felt something wet hit your shoulder where his forehead rested, large hands shaking just slightly against your heated skin.
Suguru would sooner die than let you acknowledge him crying in bed, though.
Your chest squished against the plush mattress before you registered him flipping you over while still buried inside, your spent legs hanging uselessly off the edge of the bed. He wasted no time in reestablishing a brutal pace, pressing the contour of his muscular form flush against the arch of your spine, hugging you tight to him and panting into your shoulder.
“You’re so p-perfect, my wife,” he rasped, slamming long, harsh drags from hilt to tip with every thrust, like he was marveling at your ability to take him in full. “I love you. I love you. You’re everything. M—mmgh. My perfect girl.”
And surely, he would deny ever having stuttered later when his senses returned, using your own broken state against your recall despite the sly, knowing curl of his lips giving him away. But for now, he hardly had the mind to care. One diligent hand slipped down between your legs and pressed on your poor, oversensitive clit, swirling rapid circles around it and tensing up your body in a rapid surge of overwhelming pleasure-pain.
“One more,” Suguru hissed into your ear, just a little too commanding to be pleading. “You can give me one more, my wife.”
“I-I can’t—!” you tried to sob, but his free hand tugged your chin to the side to meet his lips, tonguefucking the denial right out of you until you were too dizzy with breathless pleasure to doubt yourself. His ministrations against your sensitive spots sped up until, in defiance with your own exhaustion, another high built and built and built up under your skin from head to toe.
Suguru pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, “Cum.”
You were seeing white a moment later. You might’ve blacked out, in fact, because one moment it felt like you were being fullbody tackled by overstimulated bliss, and another you’re blinking awake laying on your back with your arms untied. The lack of binding doesn’t seem to change a thing, though; you can’t lift a finger without your whole body screaming in protest.
Your husband exited the bathroom with a warm washcloth in hand. He practically glowed with satisfaction as he sank between your legs. His usual voice—soft, warm, lacking the unfamiliar desperate edge from a few minutes ago—met your ears, “Can I clean you up, my love?”
You felt cement clogging your throat. It took all of your strength to muster a nod clear enough for him to see, and you earned a gentle, proud smile in response.
There’s no pleasure to be had when a finger slipped in to gently work the mess out of you. It’s all tingles and discomfort now, but Suguru was careful, moving with slow drags and frequent check-ins to make sure he wasn’t hurting you in the process. It was almost soothing despite the sensitivity, the way he spoke quiet words of praise and pride against your thigh all the while.
Once he’d cleaned you out and wiped you down, Suguru carried you back into the shower. He was much gentler with the way he bathed you this time; rather than pinning you to the wall and working you into submission beneath his hands, he ran a soft stream over your skin in attentive reverence, bathing and rinsing you from head to toe in his lap on the shower floor much more thoroughly this time. You were in and out of sleep the whole way through, but he didn’t seem to mind, humming his sweet praises to you like a lullaby.
At some point, you found yourself in bed—naked, dry, and thoroughly spent—tucked against Suguru’s body as he soothed you to sleep with little kisses to your face and gentle pets down your back. “Tomorrow, we’re having breakfast together,” he informed you too sweetly to sound like the demand it was, “and you’re eating real food.”
A/N: i wasn't sure if you wanted cult leader sugu, sorcerer sugu, or a non-sorcerer au flavor, so i did my best to keep it vague and just focus on the character dynamics instead o////o;
Synopsis: Suguru had been gone with his best friend for god knows how long. Normally, you'd be okay with him leaving, as long as he was safe. This time? You were going insane. You couldn't cum without your boyfriend, no matter how hard you tried. But when he finally came back, you sure as hell weren't lettin' him go!!
Content Warning: Throat fucking, dick riding, dombottom!reader, dom Gojo, Subtop!Suguru, voyeuristic Gojo, (turns into a) threesome, 2 doms 1 sub, slight degradation, praise.
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a/n: Hi, my lovelies!! I know, I know it's been so long (2 months to be exact), but I have really had motivation to write, and when @luvchosooo told me Tumblr was in a drought, I had to come save the city. If you have anything you’d like to see, feel free to let me know in the comments or through my asks. As always, this isn't proofread. Please comment if you'd like to be in the tag list for these two. As always, this isn't proofread, and I hope you enjoy it. xx
You haven't seen Suguru in months. You missed him, and you definitely missed his dick. Your toys weren’t doing it for you, and you desperately needed your boy toy back. So when he came back from his little boy's trip with Satoru, the moment he entered the bedroom to greet you, you jumped his bones. “Finally.” You said, grabbing him by his collar, kissing him hard, your hands touching him everywhere. You lifted his shirt off his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed. “Ah- wait, my love!” You didn’t pause; all you did was gag him with your panties. “Do you know how fucking pent up I’ve been? I haven’t been able to make myself cum since you left.”
You pulled his sweatpants down just enough to get to his boxers and free his cock. Your dripping wet cunt hovered over his ever-growing erection, and as you sank on him, you heard a whistle coming from the doorway. You turn your head to see where the noise had come from, and you see Suguru’s friend, Satoru, in the doorway, palming his crotch. “What the fuckkk?” You groaned, hanging your head, getting more and more irritated by the second. All you wanted to do was fuck your boyfriend, but his best friend was in your house for some reason.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you while you were too busy trying to jump my bones. I invited Satoru for dinner.” Suddenly, the white-haired man spoke. “Don’t stop because of me.” You glared at Gojo, and he quieted down immediately. “Y-you don’t have to stop though, my love,” Suguru said, his face suddenly pink. “So you want me to fuck you in front of your friend?” You asked, brows knitted tightly together. “O-only if you want, of course. If not, I can just go and take a cold shower and…” He started to sit up, and you immediately pushed him back down.
“I didn’t tell you to get up.” You said, looking down at him and his flushed face, thinking hard. You had never met this friend before– well, you had, but it wasn’t enough for you to trust the man; he looked too sneaky for his own good. But you couldn’t wait for your boyfriend's cock anymore. It was driving you up the wall how long you had managed without it. “Give me your phone.” You said to Gojo, and he asked why. All you did was turn it completely off and put it in a drawer. Your thinking was mostly clouded by lust, but you weren’t that far gone. He looked like a Playboy from a frat house, and that’s how you would treat him until he proved himself to be something else.
Gojo feigned as if he were hurt, but you ignored him, straddling Suguru’s head, knees on either side of his head, hovering your cunt over his face. Geto opened his mouth to say something, but you sat on his face, smothering him in your pussy. You tossed your head back, breathing hard. His tongue darting in and out of your sopping wet hole, while his nose bumped against your clit. You grabbed a handful of his hair, using it to keep his head still as you rocked against his face, almost humping him. You had almost forgotten there was another person in the room. Right until you heard a moan coming from the corner of the room.
Gojo was stroking himself, his blue eyes glued to the scene in front of him. You groaned before turning your head. “What’s gonna get you to keep quiet? Sucking his dick or somethin’? You will not ruin this first fuck since he’s been back.” A smile crept across Satoru’s face, and he stood up from the chair in the corner and got on his knees between Suguru’s thighs. You looked down at Suguru, and you could see the exact moment that Gojo took his cock into his mouth. A gasp left Geto’s lips, and you smiled. “Come on. Don’t fucking stop eating my cunt.” Suguru nodded, frantically fucking your hole with his cunt, his nose bumping against your sensitive bud.
Your chest rapidly began to rise and fall, feeling your orgasm being so fucking close. You groaned, humping his face with mindless abandon. Your mouth fell open, and your thighs shook around his head. A gasp came from your mouth, your whole body tensing up as your orgasm washed over you before forcing your body to relax. Your breathing was uneven, and your body went limp for a moment. When you finally got off of Geto’s face, there was a huge gasp for air.
“F-fuck, Satoru, your mouth is so hot-!” You huffed, grabbing Gojo’s hair, pulling him off of your boyfriend's cock. “Go find something else to do now. I need him inside of me now.” The blue-eyed man groaned before pulling Suguru’s head to the edge of the bed, slapping his face with his cock. “You don’t mind this, right, Suguboo?” He asked, and you gagged at the nickname. “Listen. Stop talking; If he's okay with it, fine. But you need to shut the hell up. You’re actually ruining this for me.”
You slammed down hard, taking every thick inch of Suguru's cock into your soaked pussy in one greedy drop. Your walls clenched tight around him as you started riding, hips rolling and bouncing with raw need. Suguru groaned into the open air before Satoru shoved his cock straight between his lips, pushing deep into his throat without mercy.
“Fuck, yes. Tap me if you need a break, yeah? Haven’t had my dick sucked like this in a long fucking time.” Satoru gripped Suguru's throat and fucked his mouth with quick, rough thrusts, balls slapping against his nose while you ground down on Suguru's cock, your clit rubbing against his pelvis with every drop of your hips. Wet choking sounds filled the room as Satoru buried himself to the hilt down Suguru's throat, holding there until his eyes watered, then pulling back just enough for a breath before burying himself inside of his throat again.
Your hands braced on Suguru's chest as you rode him faster, pussy soaking his shaft and his balls, stretching you wide open, and you welcomed that burning feeling, feeling him nestled so deep inside of you. “Fuck, look at you taking it so perfectly.” Satoru rasped, voice thick as he face-fucked Suguru harder, without stopping.
Spit ran down Suguru's face as Satoru drove in again and again, throat bulging around the intrusion. Suguru's muffled moans vibrated around Satoru's cock as you clenched and rode him, your pussy milking him with every roll of your hips. Satoru pulled out of his throat just long enough to slap his wet cock against Suguru's tongue, then shoved back in, fucking his mouth in sync with every bounce of your hips.
You could feel the heat building in your core, each thrust of Suguru’s thick length dragging against your slick walls, the stretch of his balls pressing against your ass as you ground down harder. Your thighs trembled, sweat slicking the skin where they met his hips, and you let out a guttural groan that was half pleasure, half command. “Take it all, Suguru,” you panted, fingers digging into his pecs, “fuckin’ fill me up while your best friend fucks your throat.”
Gojo’s grip tightened on Geto’s jaw, forcing his head back so his cock could slide deeper, the tip kissing the base of his throat before pulling out with a wet pop. Saliva and precum dribbled down Suguru’s chin, glistening in the dim light. Geto gasped, coughing and breathing heavily. Satoru laughed before plunging back, his hips snapping with brutal rhythm. Each thrust made Suguru’s eyes flutter, his throat welcoming the invasion, enjoying the feeling of choking on Gojo’s cock.
You leaned forward, breasts brushing Suguru’s sweaty chest, and whispered against his ear, “Feel how hard he is? Let his cock choke you, let him in deeper and deeper.” Your own hips bucked in a frantic grind, your pussy clenching around Suguru’s cock like a vise, milking him with every desperate squeeze. His precum mixed with your own juices, a slick, hot mess that made each slide even more filthy; the disgusting noises only added to the filth.
Satoru pulled his cock free again, leaving a glistening strand of saliva from his cock to Suguru’s swollen lips, connecting the two. He slapped the wet length against Suguru’s cheek, the impact making the close an eye slightly before he opened wider, inviting him back inside. “Suck it like a good boy,” Satoru growled, his voice raw with dominance, and then he shoved back in, burying himself to the hilt. Suguru’s throat bulged, his cheeks hollowing as he took the length, his nose brushing Satoru’s pubic hair with each deep thrust.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh—Suguru’s choked gagging, the slick slap of Satoru’s balls against his face, the wet squelch of your pussy riding Suguru’s shaft. You could feel the orgasm building, a knot in your gut that threatened to snap with every brutal thrust of your hips downward. Your groomed nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red crescents as you rode him harder, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone with each downward stroke.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, voice ragged, eyes locked on Satoru’s face as he continued to plunge Suguru’s mouth. “Fill me up, make me drip while you choke him.” Your words seemed to egg Satoru on; his thrusts became more violent, his hips pistoning as he drove his cock deeper into Suguru’s throat, his eyes watering and tears mixing with saliva on his chin.
Suguru’s moans turned into guttural whines as his own orgasm approached, his body trembling beneath both of you. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, a hot pulse that matched the rhythm of Satoru’s face‑fucking. With a final, brutal grind, you slammed down, your pussy clamping down on Suguru’s shaft as he exploded inside of you, ropes of hot cum flooding your gummy walls, causing a small bulge in your tummy to form from how much cum was shooting from his tip.
The feeling triggered your own release; a wave of pleasure crashed over you, your back arching, a loud cry tearing from your throat as you rode the wave, your juices mixing with Suguru’s seed, creating a slick, creamy mess that coated his length and your thighs. You continued to ride him, milking every last drop, your hips moving in slow, deliberate circles as you savored the feeling of being filled.
Satoru, who was also close, pulled his cock from Suguru’s mouth with a wet pop, leaving your raven-haired gasping, saliva dripping from his lips. Satoru stared at you, chest heaving, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your pussy clench and release around Suguru’s still‑twitching cock. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust, “taking both of us like a slutty little whore.” He reached down, his fingers slick with your combined fluids, and traced a slow line from your clit to your entrance, teasing you further.
Suguru, still panting, lifted his head enough to catch your gaze, his eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and devotion. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of Satoru’s cock and your own arousal, then whispered hoarsely, “Fuck, you guys. Didn’t hold back at all?” You smiled, and all you could say was:
“Stop acting like you didn’t enjoy it, Suguboo.”
Word Count - 2.0 K
@ yourm0om est 2026 - all rights reserved. do not copy on any platform
Content warning: satoru x suguru x reader, established polycule, MMF threesome, porn w/no plot, unprotected p in v, anal (f recieving), multiple rounds, m receiving oral, squirting, eiffel tower position, spanking, top!satosugu, sloppy makeout, pet names like princess, pretty girl yada yada
*NOT APART OF THE MINISERIES BTW
If there was one thing you learned about living with your boyfriends Satoru and Suguru, it was that the two perverts couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And what started as a casual rewatch of Legally Blonde didn't take long to turn depraved. With Satoru's lips quickly finding your neck and Suguru's hands drifting towards the soft skin of your waist.
Now you'd forgotten the clock hours ago, caught up in the smooth sound of Satoru's arrogant voice and feeling the grip of Suguru's tight hold, the three of you making love like you'd done this a thousand times, because at this point you probably had.
Suguru's cock plunged into your aching pussy. Each thrust deep and hard, stretching your walls tight around him. The burn felt so good, that full pressure hitting your core over and over. You stayed on elbows and knees, ass pushed back as his hips smacked yours with a loud slap slap slap. Wetness dripped down your thighs from how soaked you were, balls slapping against your ass.
Meanwhile Satoru had his own dick hovering right at your lips. Utterly hard and leaking precum from the slit. Veins stood out along the shaft, pulsing with his heartbeat. "Suck it, princess," he said, voice low and demanding. He gripped the base and rubbed the head over your mouth, smearing the salty substance on your tongue.
You opened wide, letting him slide in slow. The weight settled heavy, filling your mouth as you sealed lips around him and sucked. Spit built quick, running down your chin. You worked your tongue flat under him, tracing the ridge while bobbing forward.
Suguru grunted behind you, hands clamping your hips. "Fuck, your pussy doesn't want me to let go, huh," Suguru sped up, the thwacking of skin growing faster as his cock dragged along your insides. The friction sparking heat that coiled low in your gut.
You moaned around Satoru, the hum making him buck. He grabbed your hair loose, guiding your head. "Yeah, just like that. Take more, angel." He pushed deeper, tip nudging your throat. You gagged soft, eyes watering, but relaxed to let him in. The stretch in your jaw ached sweet, his precum bitter on your tastebuds.
Suguru’s hand grazed over your back, sweat slick between you. His chest stuck to your skin as he ground in circles, cock stirring your depths. "Feel that? Right against your spot." Fingers slipped to your clit, rubbing firm and steady. Sparks shot up your spine, pussy clenching hard.
Contorted sounds escaped from your throat as Satoru started shallow thrusts. Saliva bubbling out, strings connecting when you pulled back for air. He thumbed it over your lips. "Messy girl. Love seeing you drool on my dick."
it didn’t take long for the pressure to build fast. Your poor and stuffed body wounding tight. Suguru's fingers pressed harder on your clit, rolling it just right. "Cum for me, baby. Squeeze my cock." His thrusts becoming even more punishing as his balls smacked heavy against you.
“C-Cumming! T-Toru….S-Sugu,” you exclaimed, poorly attempting to cry out either of the boys names. Your walls pulsing wild around him. Juices gushed out, soaking his length and thighs. The release hit like waves, legs shaking, vision spotting white. You cried out muffled on Satoru, body jerking.
Suguru fucked through it, groans rough. "That's our pretty girl. Milk it all." His hips stuttered, but he held back, drawing it out.
Satoru eased out a bit, letting you gasp. Spit trailed long from your lips to his shiny cock. He slapped it light on your cheek. "Pretty as fuck when you cum…" He fed it in again, holding your head steady. “C’mon…back in, yeah?”
Suguru pulled back slow, almost out, then rammed home. Cum from your release mixed with slick, squelches loud and filthy. He spread your cheeks, watching himself disappear inside. "Look at that creamy mess. All for us."
You bobbed faster on Satoru, hollowing cheeks for suction. He hissed, free hand on the wall. "Shit, princess, your throat's choking me s’good." Precum flowed steady, coating everything.
Suguru varied it now, long slow drags that made you whine, then quick snaps that jolted you forward onto Satoru. Sweat beaded on his skin, dripping hot onto your back. His breaths came panty, control fraying.
Satoru locked eyes with Suguru over you. Tension sparked between them. Suguru leaned in first, hand on Satoru's neck pulling him down. Their lips crashed, open and hungry right above your head.
Tongues slid wet smacks of mouths mixing with your slurps. Suguru sucked Satoru's lower lip, biting light. Spit glistened on their chins as they broke for air, then dove back.
You pulled back to glance upside down, the raw heat of it all making your poor pussy throb. Satoru's cock jumped at your lips from their kiss. Before eventually shoving your head right back into work.
Suguru growled into it. "Taste so good, Toru." He licked Satoru's jaw, hand sliding to his chest, tweaking a nipple hard.
Satoru thrust erratic now. "Fuck, yeah Sugu…F-fuck…love you so much yeah?” Their kiss turned sloppy, tongues pushing visible, moans vibrating down to you. “Fill her up good f’me…”
Suguru snapped at that. He buried his cock balls deep, length swelling as he pumped hot cum into you. Spurt after thick spurt flooded your pussy, warm and sticky, womb full. "Take every drop, sweetheart."
The sight of Suguru stuffing you full triggered Satoru’s orgasm next. He yanked your hair, holding flush as he unloaded. Ropes hit your throat, salty and thick. You gulped fast, some spilling out through the corners of your lips, but he kept going till you finished swallowing it down.
Your two boyfriends kissed lazy through aftershocks, cocks twitching still. Suguru slipped free with a wet pop, cum oozing thick from your hole, trailing down.
Satoru pulled out too, tip red and slick. He scooped leaking seed, pushed fingers in your mouth. "Clean it, good girl." You sucked them eagerly, tasting both.
Suguru chuckled low, flipping you to hands and knees again. "Round two. My turn in front." His cock, still hard and messy, tapped your lips. "Lick it clean first, baby."
You did, tongue lapping your cum and his off every inch. The taste being such a salty sweet mix, his shaft twitching under your mouth. Satoru knelt back, spitting on your ass. Fingers probed, one then two, twisting to loosen.
"Gonna fuck this tight hole now, angel," Satoru said, voice thick over your whimpers and whines. The head pressed, popping past the ring. Burn stretched wide, but the lubrication of his spit helped, inch by inch sinking in. Fullness hit different, pressure on new spots that made you keen.
Suguru filled your mouth, syncing thrusts as Satoru bottomed out before eventually groaning loud. "So fucking tight back here. Clenchin’ like that." He spanked once, crack, cheek stinging hot.
You pushed back, chasing the building ache. Suguru's hand in hair, fucking face gentle rough. "Breathe, princess. Taking us so well." Fingers found your clit again, rubbing fast. Your orgasm stacked quick now, body sensitive. You came hard despite Satoru's cock deep inside your ass. Your rim fluttering as your pussy came untouched.
They followed soon after, Satoru grinding deep to spill in your ass, hot jets painting walls. Suguru down your throat, cum sliding easy now. And once Satoru finally pulls out and Suguru lifts your head away from his length, it doesn’t take long for you to completely pass out.
“Shit Sug, y’think we overdid it?” Satoru asked breathlessly, looking down at your limp figure. His tone hilariously concerned.
“The fuck do you think, Satoru?”
a/n: this is not a part of the series!!! i made this oneshot a while ago before i started writing for the bf!geto x reader x bsf!gojo miniseries. but i never finished it and i guess this can be like an unrelated extra chapter maybeeee idk
also i did not know how to end this and lowk forgot to post ts
gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…
“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“Seems like it…”
Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.
“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”
nerd!satoru had made a promise to himself. no sex until after graduation. books first, then maybe girls. he’d seen firsthand what happened when his friends gave into temptation— straight A’s turning into academic probation, priorities shifting, everything going south all because of a pretty face and a wet mouth. he wasn’t about to go out sad like that. pussy could wait. finals couldn’t.
which is why he’s more than confused as to how he ended up in such a compromising situation.
you, hovering over his bare lap, his flannel shirt unbuttoned revealing his toned chest, your clothes scattered somewhere on the floor. you reached between your legs, fingers curling around his length, steadying it with a soft grip while positioning the mushroomy tip right at your entrance, sliding it along your folds. satoru gulped,
“..you said just the tip, right?”
you leaned forward to peck his lips, reassuring him with your sweet smile, “just the tip, ‘toru. promise. we can stop whenever you want.”
he shook his head before he could even fully think about it. how could he say no to you? technically, it wasn’t losing his virginity if it was only the tip! just a little, and then he could go straight back to studying and pretend none of this shit ever happened. simple.
your free hand held onto his shoulder, anchoring yourself as you slowly sank down, making sure to not go too far. a hiss from satoru made you look up, his brows were scrunched together, lip trapped in between his teeth as his eyes focused in on where you both connected. his hands flew up to your hips, helping you slightly bounce.
“shitttt, y/n, you’re so wet, oh my- is that normal?”
he was referring to the persistent squelching noises coming from in between your legs, your juices running down satoru’s length. your cheeks burned at his question, growing self-conscious all of a sudden, you bury your face in his neck.
“yeah. i mean, it’s just… i’m really turned on. sorry.”
you tried to slow your movements, now hyper-aware of the wetness in between your legs, not wanting to make too much noise. he let out a groan at the loss of friction, his grip on your hips tightened as he held you in place, his hips jutting up to fuck you instead.
“no- no it’s hot, you’re hot, don’t hide, let me see you pretty.”
you removed your face from his neck to look at him. his cheeks were flushed. sweat building on his hairline. his glasses slightly fogged up from the heat between you two. why was this virgin nerd getting you so worked up just with his tip??
“‘toru, can we- can we maybe go a bit further? it’ll feel a lot better.”
he didn’t even process your question before he was bottoming out, pulling your hips flush against his, head kissing your cervix. you clenched around him moaning at the sudden fullness—
“oh my- fuck, feel s’ full… how are you this big?”
he groaned at the question, feeling how your pussy squeezed around him, you were so warm, so wet, and so tight.
ᕱᕱ ྀི. getting to the hangout on time? not with suguru!
you stood in front of the mirror, taking in your finished look after preparing to go out with some of your friends. you were adjusting your skirt when you heard the door open with a slight creak, your boyfriend’s reflection appearing in the mirror. deep and dark purple eyes fixed on your figure all dolled up with an infatuated expression. the one that made your stomach churn with need— but, you attempt to look past it.
finally acknowledging his presence, you ask, “hi sugu. how do i look?”
his footsteps grew closer as he walked up behind you. his fingers crawled onto your waist, holding you flush against him as he rested his head on your shoulder. you got goosebumps across your skin as he fully drank in the sight of you before his lips grazed your shoulder. “beautiful, angel.” he muttered as he pecked up your neck, earning a small gasp from you. “my pretty baby.”
you felt your cheeks grow hot as you watched his hand slowly slip beneath your top through the mirror. his breath lingered on your skin as his gentle touch trailed up to your breast. his teeth grazed your neck softly biting down, and licking the area to soothe the ache. he squeezed your breasts as you squirmed against him with weak protests “suguru -ah- .. we can’t, i have somewhere to be soon..”
“focus on me right now.” he hummed in response, as he kissed along your jawline. his free hand turned your head towards him, forcing you to stare into his almond eyes. didn’t take much honestly.
he latched his lips onto yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss. he took your sensitive bud in between his fingers, rolling it around as his tongue licked the cherry gloss off your lips. whining into his mouth, slick quickly seeped through your panties, and your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and absorbing his larger body’s warmth.
before you knew it, he effortlessly lifted you off the floor and sat you on the bed, immediately gnawing on your neck. he crept his hand underneath your skirt, rubbing against your pussy through your panties. you threw your head back, whimpering pathetically from his touch.
“look at you. already soaking wet for me.” he taunted. “so cute. so, so , so cute.”
he pushed your panties aside before pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles. you cry, your inner thighs clenched as you wriggled restlessly under his contact. one thumb quickly became two fingers teasing your wet folds lewd noises filling the room. that is, until an aggravating ring played.
your friend was calling — probably to check up on your location. you abruptly held suguru’s wrists still, panting profusely. “ sugu, baby, i need to get going!”
“right. right. sorry for delaying.” he said as he leaned back, letting you fix yourself up. he brought his slicked soaked fingers into his mouth, licking up every drop. you grew hot at the sight, but quickly turned your head before you got caught up in this again. you grabbed your phone, purse and keys before suguru called out.
