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Satoru enters his apartment after a long day, not really hoping to find you there.
Yes, he had made plans with you for tonight, but he didn’t actually expect you to wait up for him after hours of being late. A better woman would’ve just assumed he stood her up and left right away.
As he carelessly throws his keys on the bowl by the entrance and takes off his shades, he looks around the apartment and takes in the scene.
A disposable container with leftover takoyaki sits on the counter, and there’s something homemade cooked in a pot on the stove. All the dishes are clean and there are a few ones on the drying rack next to the sink.
Every light is out, except for the mellow cyan glow of the TV, playing some film with a very talented ice-skating duo.
Suguru is on the couch with you, both asleep.
He’s laying on his back, towards the back of the couch and you’re half on your side, half on your stomach, laying on top of his friend, your ass almost on the edge of the sofa.
He smirks at the domestic sight, Suguru really has it bad for you.
It’s kind of amusing, really. He’s never made a pass at you, but you’re so flirty and warm with everybody you interact with, he’s just hooked on you.
Honestly, he’d have to be fucking blind not to see the way Suguru pines after you.
And Satoru? He tells himself he doesn’t even like you that much, because sincerely, the main reason why he’s kept you around as his girlfriend for this long is to see if Suguru can cross that moral boundary and fuck you while knowing you’re already taken by none other than his best friend.
He also likes to see him squirm when he can’t get the same PDA treatment he himself gets from you. It’s fucking hilarious, and Satoru wants to be there when his top blows off and finally sends all of that ethical crap and rules to hell.
Maybe he has an epiphany afterward or some shit, some bullshit about how some stuff isn’t always what it seems to be, or something about “special circumstances”.
Suguru is Satoru’s moral compass, after all.
But what happens when he lets himself be corrupted?
And you’re so fucking snug, sleeping without a care in the world, practically drooling on his best friend’s chest.
Satoru’s cock twitches, and he knows he has to do something.
He starts by pulling aside the loose, tiny shorts you wear around his apartment, and they’re baggy enough to grant him a perfect glance at your panties.
He can see the puffy lips of your pussy, the crotch of your underwear a little damp and sticking to your folds, outlining the traces of your labia.
He lightly nuzzles his face between your legs, inhaling deeply that thick scent he craves the most at the end of the day.
Because it doesn’t matter how much he tells himself he’s only using you to get to Suguru, at the end of the day, it’s your pussy he wants to bury his face into.
He daydreams about manhandling you roughly until you’re sitting and riding his tongue, about waking up with your warmth in his bed, about the happy smile you give him when he praises you for making such a delicious breakfast, about kissing the dimple on the curve of your face as you grin.
He can’t say he doesn’t enjoy your company without lying, and even when there are a thousand more girls lining up to swoon at the mere sight of his baby blues, deep down, he’d rather see his reflection in your own dark eyes.
The thought of stopping doesn’t even occur to him, holding back isn’t even a passing idea through his mind, quitting isn’t even in his vocabulary—so he tongues you through your underwear.
Those white cotton panties with little pink dots and a matching ribbon on the front, he knows you did laundry a few days ago and he remembers watching you throw this pair in the basket before taking it downstairs and finishing the last of the fabric softener.
He feels your heat on his taste buds, further moistening the material. You move a little, leaning into his face, subconsciously.
He smirks.
Then, he hooks a finger on the elastic, pulling it away so he can have direct contact with your glistening cunt.
He almost groans at the sight of your slick hanging by threads, clinging to your panties.
He licks a careful, tentative stripe along the line of your slit. You sigh, it’s heavy and airy and just plain heavenly for his ears.
It spurs him on, giving your pussy tiny wet kisses with lots and lots of drool.
Satoru drags his thumb around your petals, gathering your slick to rub your clit with the pad of his finger, heart skipping a beat as you whimper in your sleep.
He slips a finger inside his own mouth, coating it with thick saliva before pushing it inside your hole.
Your hips roll a little, undoubtedly welcoming the stimulation with ease. He’s gotta be patient, or else you’ll wake up.
He stills inside your pussy for a moment, carefully pulling out and right back in, as slow as he dares.
You open up quicker than he expects you to, and he can only think that your body must’ve been horny enough, somewhat prepared enough for him to get home and—
Does the fact that you’re currently entangled on Suguru’s hot body have anything to do with it?
Were you lusting after him, as well?
Naughty, naughty girl, he thinks.
Two fingers scissor between your gummy walls now, and when the squelching sounds of your wet cunt become too loud, he delicately pulls them out.
Taking his cock out from his expensive pants, he wipes his fingers clean on his shaft, lubricating with your sticky essence to enter you smoothly.
He bends his knees a little, and the fat head of his cock starts nudging your vulva, sliding from side to side a little to collect more moisture. Only, you squirm your hips around—looking for more of this feeling, no doubt—and it slips swiftly.
He barely contains a growl, and thank fuck he did, because he gets to hear the moan that escapes from between your lush lips.
Checking just to confirm that your eyes are still closed, he drags his hips forward an inch, teeth gritting at the tight fit of your pussy, flesh snug around his hard cock.
He pulls back a bit and then pushes forward. It goes like that for a while—two steps forward, one backward kinda thing—before he can bottom out inside you without risking waking you up.
And god, just by picturing your confused face when you actually wake up, with your pussy full of his cum, it makes this agonizing slow pace bearable.
But of course, another idea makes itself known inside Satoru’s fucked up brain, like an apple falling from a tree, like a lightbulb sparking up, like shouting eureka!
He could fuck you a little harder, and maybe wake you up. The first thing you’d feel would be hot meat sliding sloppily in and out of your drenched hole, and the first thing you’d see would be Suguru’s face, so, so close to your own.
Would you make a connection between the two? He entertains the thought, that maybe, just maybe you’d feel your cunt full and see Suguru’s face next to yours, feel the weight of his strong arm around your waist, and you’d think, even for a split second, that it’s his cock filling you up.
Would your expression be of pure pleasure? Surprise? Horror, even? Waking up with your pussy stuffed full by Suguru, none other than your boyfriend’s one and only best friend could be either great or terrible.
Would you scream in fright, asking him to stop? Would you resist, fight back? Or would you perhaps moan, tell him this is wrong, even though it feels so good and you’re squeezing around him like you’re about to cum on his fucking cock?
Satoru’s hips stutter as his fantasy goes on, scanning through all the possible scenarios his fucked-up brain provides him with.
He could fuck you a little harder, and maybe wake up Suguru. Fuck, what would his expression be if he woke up to you, drooling on his chest, your pussy being railed by your boyfriend?
I mean, it’s not like Suguru doesn’t know how much Satoru likes to fuck you. If you’ve ever remotely met the white-haired male then you know he’s arrogant, and how much he likes to run his fucking mouth. Really, he never shuts up.
And that includes talking about you, especially to his best friend. The first time he fucked you, he couldn’t stop blabbering about how fucking tight your pussy is, how you fit him like a glove, about how juicy your tits looked bouncing as his cock drilled into you, about how much you cried when he slammed his cock down your throat without warning.
Suguru practically knows all about you, about how quickly the skin of your ass turns red when he smacks you, about how desperate you are to swallow every time he spits, about how tight your throat gets when Satoru pulls your hair, about that trick to make you squirt—
Satoru had bragged so much about it, Suguru had dreamed of making you cum around his fingers, on his mouth, on his cock every night for a week after that.
He also knows how you look. Please, did you think Satoru was going to keep your nudes to himself? Specifically while knowing his best friend has a permanent hard-on for you?
He’d print them all and place them in his wallet if he knew he’d get away with it.
It doesn’t probably help that he loves to record you with his phone when you’re bouncing your ass on his cock—
(“c’mon baby, work for it. you can make yourself cum on my cock, can’t you? you’re my good girl, prove it to me, ride this fat cock and cum around me.”)
Sometimes you’re aware of it, but you never ask him to delete those. Something he loves about you, you never get mad, not even when he films your pussy without consent, because he’s a fucking bastard like that— and he knows you should be angry, sometimes he wants to push you until you absolutely lose your shit.
He wonders how mad you’d be if he posted your videos, maybe in a porn website. Would you be livid? Would you fight him, slash his tires, raise your voice? He’s yet to see what your furious expression looks like, and he’s tempted to push your buttons until you show him.
(but something always holds him back)
But he’s always pleased when you ask him to send you the tapes.
Anyways, back to present, balls deep into your pussy.
Yeah, he thinks he better wake you guys up.
He starts humping you a little faster, not bothering to hold back his own groans of pleasure.
You’re moaning on Suguru’s chest, and he wakes up before you do.
His brow furrows for a brief moment before his eyes open up, and Satoru gets to watch how his pupils adjust to the poor lighting, focusing and realizing what’s going on.
Suguru gasps as quietly as he’s able to, as he takes in the situation.
His eyebrows raise and his mouth parts in surprise, and Satoru is so fucking elated, he accidentally gives a rougher thrust into your cunt, making you yelp, and, inevitably, wake up.
He catches sight of your hand fisting the material of Suguru’s shirt, right over his chest, immediately moaning into the pooling drool in it.
“What are you— nghh.”
You turn your head back and up, watching your boyfriend’s unapologetic face.
“Sorry sweetheart, couldn’t help myself—you look so fucking good.”
“Satoru—”
“Yeah, baby say my name.” He groans.
You look like a deer caught in headlights, big doe eyes terrified, and a shaking frame to match.
You take a bashful glance at Suguru, who is so frozen he can’t even admire your flushed cheeks.
“Now that you’re up, I don’t have to hold back, right?”
Satoru bottoms out sharply, and you bend your knee further into your chest to accommodate him with ease, because if Satoru is anything, he’s great, and even if it still hurts, you know you have to bend to relieve some of the pain.
As your leg moves, you inadvertently feel Suguru’s hard cock on your thigh.
“Su-suguru?” You mumble. “You’re…”
“Fuck.” Satoru laughs, hips never faltering their pace. “Is he hard, baby? Did you make Suguru hard? Be a good girl and check for me, would ya’?”
Suguru groans as he feels your warm hand palming his cock.
“Well, you’re making it easy.” His best friend finally comments. “Look at you, princess. You feel good? Sounds like it.”
Suguru’s voice is soft and deep and a little hoarse from sleep, and you know Satoru feels how you get even wetter at the sound.
Your soaking hole squeezes around your boyfriend’s prick, and he drives in and out, your insides gush and sloshing wet sounds in rhythm with the lewd motions.
“C’mon, sweetheart. He asked you a question. Not gonna fucking answer?”
He smacks your ass, fat jiggling around his cock.
“Yesyesyes so full! S’good! I love waking up with S’toru’s cock inside me.”
“Is she always this naughty?” Suguru questions. The white-haired male chuckles.
“You haven’t seen half of it. Wanna show him, babe? Why don’t you give him a little kiss, baby?”
You look up at Suguru, lip curled in an almost shy pout.
“You want a kiss?” He asks you, pretending he’s not desperate to taste you and barely keeping himself from coming at the sight of your big, pleading eyes directed at him.
Your eyes fall down to his lips, and you swallow before giving a short nod.
“Need to hear you say it, doll. Use your words.” He mutters with his sensual, deep voice.
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I want you to kiss me, Suguru.”
And fuck, if he hasn’t been dying to hear those words from your lips for at least the past six months.
“C’mere.”
You stretch your neck to meet him halfway, and your lips are so moist and your mouth so warm, he groans against your tongue as you make the first move, sliding it across his flesh.
He opens his mouth and you quickly latch onto his upper lip, sucking until he sighs. You pull back a little to look at his reddened mouth, and he seeks after yours, kissing you again.
Satoru doesn’t like being left out, so he angles his hips forward and roughly slams deep into you, in that spot where he knows it’ll hurt you.
A painful scream rips from your throat, and you throw your head back, effectively breaking the kiss with your eyes closed shut with force.
Suguru shushes you gently, his hands rubbing soothing patterns on the prickled skin of your arms.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt?” It sounds real fucking fake and he doesn’t care in the slightest.
He gives you a few lazy thrusts before doing it again, finally bringing tears from your eyes.
You bury your face in the crook of Suguru’s neck, focusing on your breathing as you whimper slightly.
“ ‘s okay, you can take it, right?” The black-haired man tries to cheer you up.
Your hand closes on his clothed length, and he arcs his back in a shiver. You trace the bulging shape, mapping the dimensions of his cock, and once you have him biting his lips, you drag your thumb over the hot, throbbing head.
“S’guru.” You drawl, pleading.
“Need me to keep you distracted?” He mutters somberly, kissing your forehead in an unexpectedly tender action.
Satoru takes you in his arms, lifting you up the couch. Half of his big cock is still sliding between your folds, with your knees pressed against your chest and your boyfriend holding you up in the air as he thrusts his hips up to meet your hole.
You feel tighter, folded in half like this.
Suguru sits back up on the couch, slowly undoing the knot on his sweatpants, pulling them down along with his green boxer briefs and your eyes grow in size as his hard cock slaps right up against his stomach, standing proud and flushed.
“Wanna suck my friend’s cock? Show him what a good little girlfriend you are, baby.”
Satoru pulls out, setting you down on the floor and taking your shorts off, right with your panties. You hear the garments land somewhere on the wooden floor, and he pushes you down to your knees, roughly nudging your head forward until your nose is pressed against Suguru’s balls.
Your breath tickles him, and when you look up at him, you almost stammer.
The loose tank top he’s wearing lets him show off his strong arms, but as you stare up at him from your lower place down on your knees, he looks so much bigger.
His dark hair cascades behind his broad shoulders, his sharp collar bone above the peek of bare skin on his muscular chest you get to see.
Suguru smirks, taking into account your big unfocused eyes and your drooling mouth.
“Silly stupid girl, would you rather I fuck your mouth instead?” He murmurs, big hand cupping your jaw delicately as if you were made of glass.
You lick your lips before lapping at his balls.
Satoru has finished taking off his clothes by now, and he enters you without warning.
You yelp on Suguru’s crotch, and he gently holds back your hair for your comfort.
“Big fucking tease.” Satoru curses at you, slapping your ass with force so you whimper. “Always licking my balls. Never willing to choke on cock right off the bat, ain’t it so?”
It’s always all or nothing with Satoru, he’d either tease you until you beg, if he’s in the mood; or he’ll give you everything he's got from the very beginning, only getting excited if you cry and ask him to slow down.
(“fucking turns me on that you think you can’t take it—” he’d said. “—even though you know you will—right? you know I won’t stop.”)
It must have something to do with the fact that he’s incredibly huge, the size difference between you so impressive, you bet he likes the fact that you cry when you feel he’s about to split you in half.
But right now? He’s having the time of his life, his fingers digging into the fat of your ass, cock deep in your boiling pussy, hearing you sob around Suguru’s balls—completely inside your mouth, by now.
When you’ve made sure they’re dripping with your drool, you start working your way down his cock.
And gods, this sight is better than anything he’s ever imagined. You look so pretty on your knees for him, it’s like you belong here, in the space between his legs. Maybe he could snatch you up from Satoru.
Make you his.
And right back at you, Suguru feels like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be, coming undone down your throat. Your glassy eyes focused on only him, cheeks stained with tears and reddened lips wrapped tight around his thick cock.
A thumb brushes over your cheekbone, sliding easily with tears soaking your skin. You look surprised at the action, and you slurp on the head before pushing yourself down to the base for a second or two, as much as you can handle.
Suguru groans, feline eyes almost falling closed in arousal. You gag loudly before coming up for air.
You’re panting, and your knees are sure bruised by now, your palms aching as you lean your weight on them.
“This… off?” You request in between breaths, pinching the hem of Suguru’s shirt with your fingers.
The grin he gives you is dazzling, and your elbows go weak, almost giving up and falling face-first to the ground as you see just how fucking hot he is.
You want to eat him up, from his perked nipples, his huge pecs, the tensing set of abs, and god, you want to lick your way down his happy trail.
You lean in, kissing his navel and catching him by surprise. You dip your tongue inside his belly button, and feel him shudder.
Satoru’s hands settle on your hips, helping you balance yourself as your own wrap around Suguru’s cock, jerking him slowly.
That is, until your boyfriend pushes your head down so you’ll swallow his cock.
Satoru wants him to know. He wants Suguru to cum so fast, he’ll be amazed by you. He’ll wonder how anyone could last more than five minutes with you.
He’ll be impressed by his ability to handle you.
Suguru tries to pull you off after a moment, telling you he’s about to come. You suck harder in retaliation, cupping his balls with your slick, warm palm.
He can’t believe what he’s seeing, he can’t believe it’s you gagging around him. He’s dreamed about this too many fucking times, and god, he wishes he could make himself last longer than this.
He bursts with his tip inside your mouth, and he cums so much, a large load of his seed pooling on your tongue, before it swirls around the little slit, drinking and swallowing what you’re able, some of it dripping from the sides of your mouth.
You take to clean his whole cock, and he fists your hair with force to stop you—he’s really sensitive.
“So sweet.” You mumble, bubbles of spit mixed with his cum blowing around your lips.
“Does he taste better than me?” Your boyfriend asks.
If there’s something Gojo could ever be a little insecure about, it’s the bitter taste of his cum. He knows you’d rather have him stuff his load in your pussy, because you can’t stand the strong scent of his flavor on your taste buds.
He still won’t change his eating habits, though.
“Well—” You start, pausing to gather whatever dollops of the syrupy essence escaped your mouth, sucking your fingers clean.
And that’s something he can’t fucking stand.
Suguru’s eyes are the image of infatuation right now, post-orgasm haze obscuring his features.
Satoru grabs a handful of your hair and pulls hard. You whine and let him handle you until your neck is bent in an uncomfortable angle and he crashes his mouth against yours.
It can’t be really called a kiss, the way he bites your lip and plunges his tongue deep inside your mouth. Your teeth knock with his by accident and you whine. He explores you, looking for his best friend’s taste, whatever remnants of it may still linger in the rough of your taste buds.
He pulls away from you, satisfied, spitting harshly on your open mouth as he does.
He turns you around to face him, not minding your yelp when his cock slips out of the hot grip your pussy has on him.
He sits you on his friend’s moist lap, entering you again, not breaking eye contact with Suguru.
“Wanna see the real thing, Suguru? Wanna watch her cum?”
His long arms are stretched, holding his weight on the back of the couch, trapping Suguru in between them.
“She loves to cum around my cock. Don’t you, sweetheart?”
His sugary voice doesn’t match his actions.
You can’t understand the condescending tone he uses, you don’t get how you’re the one in need of punishment, when his right hand reaches between your bodies and slaps your clit with speed.
Your back arcs in reaction, and the man behind you hugs your body in his strong arms to keep you from falling off of him.
“C’mon baby, hold your legs up—yeah, just like that. Such a good little bitch I’ve trained.” He laughs, sweat falling from his brow and landing on your lip.
You instinctively lick it up, and the sight triggers something feral inside him, unhinged hips slamming against the back of your thighs, balls wildly slapping on your ass.
At this rough pace you can’t help but scream in both pain and pleasure, your belly clamping down on his cock, like it wants to trap him there forever and not let him go, not let him pull out even if it’s only to plunge deeper into you.
“Fuck, listen to that.” He sighs, idle fingers rubbing your clit, building up warmth until you can’t do nothing more but spill the heat inside you.
Suguru’s lips on your ear, down your neck, as he praises you for taking your boyfriend’s cock like a fucking champ.
Satoru has to slow down his pace to a stop and grip the base of his shaft to keep himself from coming.
The sound of your panting is everything to him, to see you so fucked out, to know he’s the cause for it.
You tilt your head to the side, kissing Suguru’s jaw affectionately. Satoru’s breath gets caught in his throat, and he hears you ask.
“Can we—” You struggle to breathe. “—bed?”
“Oh? You wanna take Suguru to my bed?”
He watches color drain from your face, and he smirks.
“Have you always liked my best friend?” He questions with a whisper, breath tickling your nose. “For how long have you dreamed of sucking his cock like you just did?”
The back of his hand trails down the side of your head, knuckles rough on your cheek.
“Do you think about him at night? Do you picture him when I’m fucking you within an inch of your life?”
His hand closes on your throat, and squeezes.
You immediately choke, and the sound of it is enough to alarm Suguru. His friend’s blue eyes look deranged, and his canines have never looked sharper than right now.
Your eyes turn glassy again, a little reddened, skin flushed with the sudden lack of oxygen.
Your hands come up to grab and claw at Satoru’s wrist, and you’re scared.
You pull at his arm, nails digging into his flesh and marking red crescents on his pale canvas.
“Satoru.”
The stern voice comes from behind you, and the crushing grip on your windpipe decreases its pressure a fraction, but it’s enough to let you sneak in some air.
Your boyfriend giggles like a kid who’s been caught stealing candy, innocently and sheepishly.
“Bring her to my room, then, Suguru.”
He stands up to his full height as if nothing happened, and he only stares at his ass as he makes his way to the bedroom.
“…are you okay?” Suguru inquires, gently turning you on his lap so your legs fall to the side of his thigh.
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.”
You nuzzle your face on the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and sighing weakly afterward.
Suguru’s lips find the crown of your head in a soft kiss, so, so tender, it almost brings tears to your eyes.
He briefly entertains the thought of taking you home. To his home. Of waking up beside you every morning, hugging you closer to his chest before you wake up. Making you coffee and breakfast, cuddling on his couch with a movie.
“I’m going to carry you now.” He announces in an attempt to shake himself from his fantasizing.
Feeling your meek nod against his shoulder, he hooks an arm under your knees and stands up with you.
“Such a fucking gentleman.” Satoru declares once he sees Suguru walking past the doorframe, holding you bridal-style.
He lets you down on the bed, and now is his turn to kneel on the floor between your legs.
“May I?”
He’s looking up at you, and you turn to Gojo, who’s sitting on the armchair to your left, lazily stroking his cock.
He scoffs when Suguru looks back at him, too, making a gesture with his hand to say “ go ahead”.
His black eyes stare deeply into yours, his forearms warm on the outside of your thighs where they rest on the mattress.
He tilts his head forward, leaning in slowly, as if he’s afraid to kiss you.
It’s ridiculous, considering that you just had him down your throat, and for the fact that you know what he’s about to do to you.
You’re nervous. Your stomach feels heavy and light at the same time, knots of anticipation twisting in your gut as you lean down to fit your lips on his.
You mewl against his mouth, parting your lips and sucking his breath with a tremble.
You open your eyes tentatively, daring a shy look at your boyfriend.
His stare is focused, intense blue surrounding big black pupils directed your way. Chest rising and falling with each passage of air.
Suguru claims your mouth again, stealing your attention. His tongue is reserved when it comes to taste you, almost timid in its ministrations.
It results in terrible teasing.
You moan weakly around his tongue, sucking and rubbing yours on it.
Your arms loop around his shoulders, pulling his chest tight against yours. His own hands fist the material of your shirt over your waist, and he too tries to get you closer, and closer, as if it was physically possible.
As if laws of nature were supposed to bend this one time, to grant his most desired wish.
Your legs squeeze his middle, and you arch your back into him, looking for friction.
One of your hands cups the back of his head, nudging him closer into your mouth, as your fingers thread on his dark hair.
Suguru fears his heart may burst out from his chest if it beats any faster, any harder.
He pulls away from you, barely an inch, and dips to kiss down your neck. He’s soon rewarded by feminine moans he knows he’s earning, and it couldn’t possibly get any better than this.
Until it does, when his teeth drag across the sharp line of your collarbone, and he throws a devilish glance to his best friend, before sucking hard on your skin.
Your head feels dizzy, and Suguru’s mouth is the best fucking thing that’s happened to you.
“Fuck.” Satoru curses. “She’s not yours to fucking mark, asshole.” He spits.
“Oh?” His friend smirks, looking at your blissful expression in satisfaction, and then admiring his work.
A dark splotch of purples and deep, almost red, pinks, like a watercolor palette.
“She doesn’t seem to mind.” He simply replies, tugging down the collar of your shirt to kiss the higher half of your chest.
You let go of his neck in order to get rid of your one remaining article, throwing it away somewhere in the darkness of Satoru’s room.
And fuck, it’s not that he hasn’t seen your tits before. But to have them right in front of him? A few inches from his face? Where he can feel the warmth you radiate, your scent, and the tiny little goosebumps on your skin?
He looks up at you like a disciple, praying on his knees, offering you his life in exchange for your brief affections.
You blush a bit, fingers buried in his hair, almost massaging his scalp.
Suguru’s pace is torturous. Kissing you anywhere but your nipples.
“Suguru. Please.”
He can’t believe it.
You’re pleading… for him?
It’s got to be a dream. There’s absolutely no way you’re begging him. He must still be asleep on Gojo’s couch with you in his arms because this is unreal.
Without breaking visual contact, he lowers his chin and closes his mouth around your whole areola, flicking your pebbled nipple when you whimper.
“Pathetic.” He hears Satoru huffing, but he can also note the distinctive sounds of his wrist increasing pace, jerking himself furiously.
It’s wet and hot and your hands fist his hair until he groans on your tits, where he leaves an array of beautiful bruises he knows will fade over time, but he can only take comfort in the few days they’ll last, hoping you’d think about him every time Satoru palms your breasts and the skin aches in consequence.
That you’ll be thinking of him.
He sucks a trail of drool down your navel, slowly hooking his arms under your thighs (fuck, the back of your knees fits perfectly on top of his shoulders, like a dirty jigsaw puzzle) and bringing you to the edge of the bed.
He kisses the raise of your hip bones, tracing his tongue around the shape. He’s getting closer, and closer, and closer. Until you can feel how warm his breath is on the peak of your hooded clit, your chest grows with air and anticipation and—
And he kisses your thigh, inches away from your knee.
“Oh, come on!” Whines your boyfriend. “Get on with it, already. I’m growing white hairs.”
You chuckle airily at his dumb comment, lip bitten into your mouth as Suguru’s mouth leaves hickies on the inside of your thighs, soft flesh tender and extremely sensitive to his teeth.
His stare doesn’t falter in intensity, and you wail a high-pitched cry when he slightly kisses your pussy lips.
“Y-you’re a tease.” Your voice trembles.
“I want to savor you.”
His hot tongue gathers your slick, tracing a line up and down your slit.
It’s tentative, like he doesn’t dare to do any more, until he does.
He laps at your dripping vulva, marveling at your pinkish folds. He tilts his head to the side, and takes in your outer lips between his—
And he’s french kissing your pussy, angling his jaw so he can kiss you fuller and deeper.
You moan loudly, hips stuttering in his hold, trying to rub yourself on his tongue.
“Suguru— god— fuck, please!”
He groans, lips buzzing and vibrating and you fucking sob.
Then, he proceeds to the same on the other side, tilting his head again and making out with your pussy just like he kissed your mouth before. Sensually, so expertly, you find yourself melting.
You grind your pelvis on his mouth, desperate for more.
Suguru’s hands hold you still by the hips, with so much force you would think they’d leave bruises if you weren’t so focused on this blind heating pleasure.
He pulls away, his chin glistening with your slick.
“So pretty, baby wants to ride my face?”
“Please, Suguru, I need— ahh.” You cut yourself off with a moan, Suguru’s tongue drawing shapes around your clit.
“Yeah?” He pushes. “What do you need?”
“More.”
“More what?”
“Please.”
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
But you’re a garbling mess, and your incoherent moans are spilling like you know your cunt is, too.
“Fuck—you know how to talk, don’t you?” Satoru scolds you, balls throbbing and voice aggressive.
Suguru pinches your nipple, bringing your focus back to him.
“What do you need?”
His tongue is full, and he’s eating you out like he’ll die the moment he stops.
“Your-your fingers. Please? Finger me, Suguru?”
He’s so hard, he almost cums by that alone.
Instead, he smiles, the curve of his cheek bright on your inner thigh.
“Anything you want.” He murmurs.
Satoru feels fucking sick, he wants to throw up. It’s disgusting how pathetically enamored Suguru is by you. He cringes, slowing down his ministrations, hips jerking up to meet his fist.
Suguru slips a finger inside you, sliding so fucking easily, he’s amazed at the sensation of being sucked into your heat.
Would his cock get the same treatment?
He adds a second finger just as quick, curving and pulling them out to marvel at the sheer amount of drooling slick your cunt provides him with.
He sticks his fingers in his mouth, obscenely slurping around them and groaning in approval.
They’re clean when he pulls them out.
He fingers you, alright. His digits are so much bigger and longer than yours, thicker than Satoru’s, even.
As the pressure on your gut grows like a roaring fire, your hold on his hair does too, and he moans—because he fucking likes it.
And with his fingers flexing and curling, prodding at that spongy tissue inside you, you scream.
His mouth kisses your clit, his tongue feels so good it should be illegal.
You come hard. And Geto laps all of it.
You’re panting roughly, your chest hurts and your lungs ache.
You look down at Suguru, with your slick smeared all across his face, and you giggle like a schoolgirl.
You lean down to kiss him, but your muscles feel like jelly so you end up losing balance and pushing Suguru, who lands with his back on the ground.
He smiles, chuckling into your mouth as you smother him.
You sigh heavily, the heat from Suguru’s chest directly into your own goosebumps feels right. And he loves the pointed sensation of your hard nipples dragging against his pecs.
Your laughter dies down as you adjust, straddling him. You feel how hard he is right in between your soaking folds, and your expression gets serious as you hear his groan.
So you do it again, you shift your hips and rub your slit along the ridge dividing the tip from the rest of his cock.
But then you feel your boyfriend’s hand, fisting your hair with force.
He pulls you up to stand straight on your knees, away from his friend and eye-level with his crotch.
“I’m not a fucking cuck, Suguru. You can have it when I’m done with her.”
With that, he slams his cock inside your mouth, and it goes straight down your throat, making you gag around him and choke and cry all over again.
His hips set a merciless pace from the start as he fucks your throat, using the grip on your hair as leverage and moving you when he wants to, otherwise keeping you still and unable to cower away from him.
“You were so fucking shy—dumb little face looking up at Suguru as I fucked you in your sleep. What happened to that, huh?”
His thrusts get rougher.
If you could talk, you’d tell him how fucking mean and unfair he’s being.
“You liked his cock a little too much, don’t’cha think so, sweetness?”
And rougher.
Fortunately, it doesn’t take him too long to reach his peak.
“Get on the bed.” He demands, fisting his cock, waiting for you to present yourself to him.
You try to stand up, but your knees give out and buckle. Luckily, Satoru catches you with a large hand on your upper arm, which he uses to push you to the side and throw you on his bed.
You land clumsily on your back, eyes focusing on Satoru’s tight fist still on the base of his cock. Your breathing tries to even out, and when you stretch your neck to look back, you find Suguru, leaning against the cushioned headboard of your boyfriend’s bed.
He’s serene, easily palming his balls, his intense stare trained always on you.
Satoru climbs over you, bottoming out inside your cunt on the first try. He fucks you briefly until he cums.
Really, he was ready to cum. He just wanted to do it inside your hot pussy.
He drags you up, letting your head fall on his pillow, and drops himself right next to you, bouncing a bit as he lets out a breathy swear.
“There you go. You can have my sloppy seconds now.” He tells Suguru, with a nasty smirk.
Dread fills your gut as you, as a matter of fact, feel his cum oozing out of your hole. Thick and warm.
You sit up to look down at him.
“You can’t call me that–what the fuck, Satoru?”
Oh? Have you taken that personally? He guesses you weren’t ready for him to be more of a bastard. He scoffs with a mild humored amusement, are you going to be a little bitch about it? Now that he’s literally giving you the green light to fuck his best friend? You ungrateful fucking whore.
“Have you forgotten who you belong to?”
Something flashes in his eyes, and you recognize it. You know it’s the same thing obscuring his gaze as when he was choking you in the living room. You falter.
“That’s what I thought.” He half-grins, pleased with your sudden silence. “Go on, then.”
He nudges you to the other side, where Suguru is oddly quiet. When you don’t budge, Satoru manhandles you into straddling his friend, a similar position as the one before.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
God, he wishes he’d mean that. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if you don’t want to fuck him. He might just lose his shit.
But he needs to put up a gentle front for you. He doesn’t need you to think ill about him. If you knew the things he wants to do to you… you may never talk to him again. You’d call him a freak, a fucking creep.
“Fag.” Satoru huffs at him.
You lean down to slightly hug the black-haired man, resting your head on his shoulder. His hands are on the small of your back and waist, surprisingly soothing.
You’re finally on his lap, about to fuck him. So what’s stopping you?
You drag your hips forward, ruined cunt sliding on Suguru’s hard cock, sticky with cum.
A bit constrained, you venture a look at Satoru, to see that edge to his expression yet again. Confidently, you grind yourself again on Suguru, opening your mouth in a silent gasp.
You sit up, completely set on having his cock inside you as soon as you can take him.
Sometimes you wish Satoru would look at you like Suguru does. How can you possibly deny him? When he has stars in his dark eyes, resembling the night sky. His black hair is splayed around him, and he looks beautiful. You could cry.
He doesn’t talk, he doesn’t break eye contact, but he reaches his hand behind you, angling his cock up and letting you decide when to start.
You swear you can hear the butterflies’ wings fluttering.
You don’t want to miss any microexpression that might manifest on his face, so you don’t look away either, when you shift to lower yourself, the fat head of his cock meeting your folds.
His eyebrows come together, maybe a centimeter. His lids squint slightly, and his lips part. He looks like he’ll moan.
You remember to take deep breaths as you do, and you’re sure Suguru isn’t any better either.
The face you make is so fucking vulgar, pornographic disbelief at this huge fat cock you’re trying to sink yourself into.
Your hands are placed on his shoulders, near his nape. You use him for support and balance, pushing yourself up to ride him with more force, each time getting yourself closer to his base, until you can feel the soft brush of his pubes against the innermost of your thighs.
And you feel so fucking full.
Satoru watches with disdain how the fat mushroom head of his friend’s cock scoops out some amount of cum from your hole. He pays note of how your frame shakes, spasming and struggling to swallow the pain of having this new and shiny cock stretching your walls in an experimental way.
Your face is so fucking worth it, though.
“I hope you know this means I can fuck Utahime now.”
Suguru feels you tighten a little at this, but upon a quick inspection, he notices how you tense up at your boyfriend’s nasty statement.
“Right.” He snorts, to lighten up the mood. “As if she’d let you.”
“Right.” You echo, as your body relaxes a bit. “She hates you, doesn’t she?
“Nah, she’s just playing hard to get. Something you’re not very familiar with, are you, my love? Look how fucking eager you were about riding his cock. No, you don’t know shit about playing hard to get, you easy fucking whore.”
God, you wish he could suck his own dick. He might shut up for once.
But instead, he focuses his filthy mutterings towards his friend, uncannily resembling a devil on his shoulder.
“You think she’d let me fuck her ass if you’re inside her cunt? She’s never tried anal before, keeps telling me not to. But I bet she’d let me do anything as long as you’re inside her, wouldn’t you agree?”
He tries to edge Suguru, because it will be fucking hilarious to have him bust a nut so soon. He needs that type of leverage.
“She’s tight as fuck, isn’t she? Come on, tell her how good she feels. Fucking praise her. That’s the least you could do if you’re gonna fuck my girl.”
Suguru moans like a little bitch, and Gojo couldn’t be more pleased. He’s gonna fucking cum without a chance to fuck you well and won’t even compare to the things Satoru does to you.
He hopes his friend will embarrass himself with you as a witness.
“You’re doing so well, princess. Fuck, you’re so pretty.”
He reaches a hand to cup your tit, feeling the weight bounce rhythmically as you move on his lap.
You huff a smile, blinking and clearly taken aback. Because who says something like that?
Not using your thighs to hold you anymore, you fully drop your weight on his crotch, purposefully impaling yourself on his cock.
Suguru could fucking die and heaven wouldn’t be as half as good as this place between your legs.
It hurts so much, you can’t help but snap your hips forward to fit him further.
His fingers dig on the fat around your hips, but the pain doesn’t distract you from the ache you feel in your core, so you continue moving even when you feel his nails sinking through your skin.
You lean your shoulders back, little by little, inch by inch. His cock no longer bumps on your cervix, but reaches a spot he did not know of– it’s so wet, the most he’s ever felt so far, and he’s getting louder the more you lean back, the more you angle yourself to take his cock deeper.
It’s like a cavern designed to fit the throbbing head of his cock, squeezing, scalding, soaking all around him.
Your back finally hits the mattress, and you look so beautiful. Like a fucking angel made for him and only him.
He hovers above you for a moment, finds an unmarked spot on your neck, your unbelievably hard nipples and the shadow they cast on your skin, your thighs all sticky with your slick.
He can’t decide where to start.
“Suguru?” Your eyes are sinful, and your voice is like out of an adult film, femenine and delicate and so, so lewd in tone.
You take one of his hands, and he has to support himself with the other one.
You bring his fingers to your lips, kissing them and making an obscene show out of it before sucking them in– so far down your throat, you gag around them and your gaze turns glassy.
When you pull him back by the wrist, there’s the thickest thread of drool he’s ever seen linking his digits to your tongue, and a few bubbles of spit blow around your mouth as you speak.
“Fuck me.”
You lower his hand towards the point where the base of his cock is barely visible, not even a whole inch is left unswallowed.
His fingers are sloppy as fuck on your hooded clit, and he drags his hips back, agonizingly slow, to roughly enter you again.
You choke on a whimper, hands reaching up to knead on your breasts and suck on your own fingers.
He looks down, and finds the prominent bulge on your belly– fuck, that’s his fucking cock poking you from the inside.
Suguru groans at the sight, touching where it swells.
His head feels hot, for sure flushed. He turns animalistic, no thoughts are clear in his mind, only the sensation of you.
God, how he wishes to have you in his own bed, exactly like this.
The idea almost makes him cum. And he’s fucking you raw. He fucking salivates at the delirium, like a wild animal.
Fuck, is this– is he going to cum inside you?
He guesses you must be on birth control or some kind of contraceptive, since Satoru cums almost religiously inside your pussy– and he can see the appeal, really.
But god damn it if he didn’t want to knock you up.
Would you leave Satoru for him, if you happened to get pregnant with his seed?
Shit, now he needs to knock you up. He’s gonna cum inside you and hope it’ll take, he’ll be there for you. It will be his child, after all.
It’s really happening.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna knock you up– he’s gonna get you pregnant, gonna fucking breed you–
Your eyes suddenly grow in size, pussy clamping down hard on him.
Are you going to cum? Are you going to climax around his cock? God, how he wishes to–
“Not cool, dude.”
Satoru’s voice brings him out of his haze. Just a little, enough for his erratic thrusts to slow down lazily.
“Wha–?” He breathes, confused.
He studies your stunned features, blown out pupils and raised brows.
“You want to knock me up?”
Fuck.
Did he say that out loud?
He’s pretty sure his face reflects perfectly the shock and horror and stress and pure dread he’s feeling right now.
“I–”
He doesn’t know what to say. How could he even begin to explain himself? Satoru will definitely–
His intrusive thoughts are interrupted by none other than you, wrapping your legs low around his waist, locking your ankles and bringing him closer.
“You wanna put a baby in me?”
Oh.
His cock twitches inside you.
You want it, he realizes. You fucking want him.
He leans down to kiss you, and the way you suck his tongue, as if refusing to let him pull away, has stars spinning around his head like a dumbstruck cartoon.
When he finally does pull back, you give him the neediest of looks, mouth wide open and pink tongue stretched out.
You want his spit, too? Is his cum not enough?
Something snaps inside him. There’s no holding back now.
He rams into you, big hand holding your jaw with an unnecessary use of strength as he spits on your mouth.
It’s an obscene amount of drool, and you mewl, you cry, you fucking whimper when it hits you.
He’s fucking obsessed with you. With the way you swirl his saliva inside your mouth, fucking tasting it– savoring it, before finally swallowing with a breathy hum of genuine satisfaction.
He doesn’t even feel Satoru’s heavy stare on his ass, his glossy lips bitten harder each time he sees Suguru’s muscles tightening with every thrust he gives, drilling into you.
He’s unhinged now, your body swaying as he fucks you harshly, not stopping to check if you’re alright.
You can’t stop moaning, screaming and wailing as he piston-fucks you.
“You’re gonna cum on my cock, and I’ll keep fucking you until you’re fucking pregnant.”
(God, you’re fucking sick, Satoru provides– not missing anything)
His hand around your throat, palm bruising where your clavicle meets your sternum.
“Gonna be so pretty all swollen like that. With my fucking cum.”
His fingers pressing on your sloppy clit, his hair sticking to the sweat on his neck.
“Wanna make you a daddy.” You manage to choke out.
And fuck, if that doesn’t turn him fucking feral.
He snaps his hips like a mad man, losing himself in your heat.
“Yeah, gon’ fucking make me–”
His words are muted by your screaming, and the lewd sloshing sounds of your gushing pussy being absolutely destroyed by Suguru Geto’s fat cock.
Nevertheless, Satoru can still hear you say,
“Yesyesyes, daddy, please– fuck, fuck, you feel s’good.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, toes curling behind Suguru, but make no mistake, he knows you’re coming.
The muscles of your legs are tensing so much, Suguru can barely find the space to pull back.
He’s buried deep in your cunt, now. He belongs to you.
And you’re all wrapped around him so tightly, hot pussy milking him for all his worth.
He has no other choice but to cum, really. He explodes inside you– so deep, it wouldn’t surprise you if it didn’t leak out of you until after a day or two, if it even does.
His balls hurt from this much throbbing.
You can’t talk, so you pull on his hair to bring him forward until he drops a fraction of his body weight on top of you.
His skin tries to cool itself with sweat, and he looks so hot like this. Lost in his own lust on top of you.
Half lidded eyes looking at your longingly, falling to your lips after a moment.
You’re the one to kiss him, and he responds to your mouth like he’s starving, sucking at you, licking everything his tongue can reach.
You push his hair away from his face, hugging him back when his arms slip between your back and the bed to hold you in a tight embrace.
His breathing evens out by the time the kiss breaks, and he rests his forehead on yours for an eternity that feels like a split second before pulling away.
(And it’s the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, pull away when he’s finally carved you from the inside)
“I’ll get you some water.”
He can’t fight the smirk that forms in his face when his cock slips out and you gasp loudly, kind of hurt by how empty you feel without him.
He’s in the fucking clouds.
Making his way around Satoru’s place, pouring water in a large plastic cup with the dopiest of smiles on his face.
On his way back, he takes a small detour to turn off the tv, now displaying some ridiculous infomercial about miracle knives.
He resumes his trip, only halting his step behind the cracked door to the bedroom, frozen.
He can see a glimpse of you, leaning your back against the headboard. Satoru’s face nuzzled in your neck, grabby hands afraid to let go of you.
And he stays to listen to your conversation.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Surprisingly, it’s you who's asking.
Your arm surrounds his friend, fingers tracing shapes on his back, which he bets must be extremely soothing.
Why are you the one comforting him?
Suguru is bewildered. You’re the one who needs some aftercare right now, not your attention-whore of a boyfriend.
Your other hand combs his hair softly, and it looks like something so domestic and well practiced, by the way Satoru leans into your touch, like it’s the only response he knows after experiencing it so many times.
Suguru feels a wave– a fucking tsunami of heartbreaking jealousy attacking his chest.
Satoru stays quiet, and you let out a gentle sigh.
“I know you love me, Satoru.”
(which means I’m okay, you didn’t hurt me, I know you didn’t mean any wrong)
“You never call me daddy.”
Suguru stops himself from snorting. Is that what this is about?
“I didn’t know you were interested in that.” You reply carefully.
“You didn’t– fuck you, of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
You kiss the top of his head, hugging him tighter.
“You shouldn’t’ve encouraged him if it was only going to make you jealous.”
Fuck, did you regret it? Did he take it too far? Should he have–
“I’m just– fuck, fuck off. I don’t need this.”
Gojo tries to pull away from you, but you don’t budge.
Now, Satoru is way stronger, way bigger than you. He could break you if he so wished.
“I’m not leaving you for him, Satoru.”
Suguru’s skin crawls, and he almost drops the plastic cup full of water.
He didn’t actually think you’d leave your boyfriend for him, he’s not that naive.
Still hurts to hear it out loud.
“I know. I’m not fucking stupid.”
“Oh, really?” He can hear the smirk on your lips. “So that thing you said about Utahime?”
Right. That was only his subtle way to know if there’s been a change in your relationship, if you don’t want it to be exclusive anymore. But of course he wouldn’t outright ask you that, that would put him in a vulnerable position, and he’d rather come across rude than transparent.
“I’ll fuck her.”
“Yeah? Want me to set you up with her?” You giggle.
There’s a pause, and Suguru almost enters before his friend’s voice stops him dead on the spot.
“You do know he’s in love with you, right? I know you’re not so fucking clueless as you pretend to be.”
Gojo crawls on top of you, and you keep quiet under the slight intimidation.
“You can come in, Suguru.” He raises his voice, deep blue ocean eyes never leaving yours.
Something heavy settles on Geto’s gut, and he’s uneasy, to say the least.
He comes in, seeing Satoru kneeling on the bed, with you between his legs, just laying underneath him.
And he’s got his arrogant attitude back just as quick, bloated feelings of superiority as you knead the muscles on his hips and lower abs.
Suguru clears his throat, handing you the plastic cup so you can drink.
“You’re just gonna stand there?” His friend snaps at him.
Fuck. Does he want him gone? Should he leave?
You look up at him curiously, and a bit of concern flashes briefly through your eyes.
“Don’t be a fucking jerk. C’mere, she wants you to cuddle her.”
How does Satoru know that for a fact, Suguru doesn’t know.
You certainly didn’t voice such a thing.
Does he really know you that well, to a point where he’s able to tell what’s in your mind without need for words? Satoru has always been good at reading people, but so is he.
Why wouldn’t you ask him that yourself? You certainly don’t have a problem with demanding Suguru’s affections, if experience is anything to go by.
Is this Satoru’s way of telling him everything’s okay between you three?
Does Satoru really want him back in his bed?
He shakes his head a bit, a smile warming its way to his face.
Whatever.
The reason doesn’t really matter, right?