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archivodollz · 3 months

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Reader Comes Home Drunk

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Nanami Kento manages his drunk fiancée, you, like an absolute champ.

A sequel to Kento Comes Home Drunk (link here).

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, bondage, mutual masturbation, throat fucking, thigh fucking, m!receiving oral, f!use of toys, stripteasing, BDSM

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"And one more twirl for luck..." Kento sang to you, pinching your pointed fingers above your head as you laughed, twirling obediently, feeling dolled up in your little black dress, building up for your evening with Shoko. Winding down, and drinking you in with lovesick eyes, Kento leaned down to press a long, slow kiss to your hairline, fingers grazing your jaw longingly, careful not to smudge your make-up.

"I love you," you said in unison, laughing with light apologies tumbling over one another. You held your finger to Kento's lips, biting your lip as he took your finger between his teeth, licking and teasing. You crooned at him to stop, I'm going to miss my taxi, and he sighed, stepping back with glinting eyes, still pinching your fingers between his.

"Be safe," he implored, "and call me when you're ready for pick-up."

"You don't have to pick me up--"

"I want to pick you up--"

"But Shoko can't go home alo--"

"Gosh, I wonder if someone will drop her home too--"

"Kento, I really mean i--" A curt finger pressed to your lips. Your heart fluttered as Kento leaned down, his amber eyes narrow and flicking between your eyes and lips, hungry and determined.

"I really mean it," he pressed, leaving no room for argument, "I'll get you both home safely." Rolling your eyes affectionately, you blew Kento a kiss, and he felt a pang of disappointment for being denied your cherry-red lips. Winking at you as you skipped through the doorway, he settled in for a night in his own company.

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Kento had spent a slow night, preoccupied by the anticipation of your call. His mind had wandered to your little black dress, the soft curves of your legs and arse, the barely-there underwear he knew you had paired with it. At points, he was distractingly half-hard at the thought of your painted lips on his skin, trailing down his belly, wrapped around hi--

Kento's screen lit up, a glimmer of gold in his vision as your name and face popped up. Unlocking it, Kento snorted at the blurry selfie of you accepting a sloppy-lipped kiss on the cheek from Shoko, accompanied by a message; "Readyyy!"

Grabbing his keys, and kicking into some slippers, Kento locked up as he stepped into the crisp night air, heading down to the car.

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"Christ, what have you been drinking?" Kento huffed, hauling a warm and floppy Shoko onto his back as you teetered along behind them, laughing, waving goodbye to your new best friends (two women whose names you didn't know that you had met in the club bathroom that night).

Delicately bending down to open the car doors, he placed Shoko onto the back seat, tutting at her as she moved to slump sideways, sitting her up and buckling her in instead. You had flopped, chatting about your night, into the front seat and Kento smirked as you and Shoko laughed uncontrollably at a joke he didn't understand. Dutifully, Kento had been a graceful designated driver, and carried Shoko to her door, not leaving until she was safely inside.

In the car again, Kento stared determinedly ahead as he felt your gaze across his body, wanton and sultry. He was used to you, drunk, and horny beyond belief. He would manage you with the same sexless affection he always did--

Kento felt your toes, suddenly un-shoed, glide across his lap; you were sideways in your seat now, your legs bent with the supple flexibility afforded to drunk women. Kento smiled indulgently, otherwise outwardly unaffected, as your toes glided up and down his crotch, catching occasionally at his zipper.

Your head was warm and fizzling with the unbridled confidence of intoxication. You were not so drunk that you didn't feel Kento's cock twitch under your toes. Your eyes glimmered, arousal thudding and deepening at Kento's feigned disinterest-- a challenge. Kento grasped your foot, moving it firmly off his lap as he stopped at traffic lights.

"Sit forwards," he commanded, "and behave yourself."

"I am behaving," you whined, sweet and breathless and completely ignoring his instructions.

A twang of annoyance glanced across Kento's vision as he grabbed your foot again, hardened to your drunken advances and stubbornly not participating in them. Kento frowned, tense, irritated by how his own body betrayed him; there you were, draped in his car like a silk chemise, liquid and malleable, your legs parted just enough for Kento to see your translucent underwear, flush and damp against your pussy, your thighs plush and full and--

Kento coughed once as his cock swelled, twitching in its uncomfortably tight confines. You knew, your drunken arousal like a heat-seeking missile. You smirked, goading and taunting Kento, your foot squirming out of his hand and rubbing softly against his hardening length pressed to his thigh. Kento gritted his teeth, focusing stubbornly on driving.

With a flash of alarm, Kento could barely keep his eyes on the road as you sighed, biting your lip, coy and seductive as you let your dress slip down just enough for your pebbled nipples to peek over. Kento didn't realise his jaw had dropped until you leaned to him, slipping two fingers into his mouth, and bringing your newly wet fingers to your nipples, rolling them, lubricating them with Kento's saliva as you keened, mewling at him, another hand slipping between your legs.

"You-- you are unbelievable," Kento rumbled, disbelieving and furious with himself for being so mesmerised by your performance. He gulped, spit thickening as you rubbed your pussy with two fingers, still coating your nipples with his spit. You moaned, high-pitched and airy as you masturbated in the seat beside him, shamelessly provocative.

"My fingers aren't as good as yours...Kento...they're not-- want you inside me, please," you begged, fingers slipping under your sheer panties to find your clit, shuddering as the alcohol turned every touch into a buzzing pleasure.

"Fuck, you're-- don't do that, how the fuck am I supposed to-- to--, " he breathed, white-knuckled on the steering wheel as you rocked your hips into your own hand, eyes half-open as you viewed him like pornography; cock twitching beneath your toes, Adams apple bobbing, veins pulsing in his neck and temples as he scowled at the road, angry with you for forcing him into this moral quandary.

His anger thrilled you, your orgasm building as Kento denied you and himself, feeling his thread snap fibre by fibre as the slick wet sounds of you pleasuring yourself filled his car.

As your moans increased in urgency, with your fingers quickening, Kento somehow managed to park smoothly in the driveway. Pulling up the handbrake and clicking out of his seatbelt, Kento shunted over to you, caging you in. His anger hit you like a sandstorm as he glowered down at you, jaw clenched and twitching.

Slowly, maintaining eye contact, he removed your hands from your breasts and pussy, raising your fingers to your lips. He pressed them into your mouth, pre-cum dampening his boxers as you licked your fingers clean, giggling.

"Clean yourself up," he forced through gritted teeth, "before bed." You hummed, nose rubbing against his neck, sinking your teeth into the taut skin of his throat.

"Bed?" You asked, sweet, suggestive. Kento's scowl deepened, reaching down to unclip your belt, reaching past you to throw open your door.

"Bed." Your lips puckered in disappointment, chastised and mulish. Trailing down Kento's shirt buttons until you reached his groin, you squeezed Kento's cock through the thin trouser fabric, and he groaned in anguish and shock, his elbows almost buckling beneath him. Kento snatched your hand away and left the car, stalking round to your door, hauling you out.

You teetered barefoot, and Kento sneered, throwing you briskly over his shoulder.

"You make it fucking hard to be moral, young lady," Kento fumed, kicking the car door shut and landing a bruising slap to your arse, and you squirmed against his jaw as you squealed at the sharp tang of pain.

You giggled again, still wiggling as he carried you through the front door, slamming it shut. You moaned theatrically and felt his forearms tense around you, the aphrodisiac smell of your arousal on your underwear and dress making Kento feel faint with want.

"Harder, Daddy--" Kento slapped your arse again, much harder this time, and tears stung in your eyes as you cried out, snapped out of your teasing. You pouted, nose pricking as you whined at Kento; "You promised."

Kento tensed, rendered immobile. There was a brief pause as he dropped you into a dining chair--

"I promised you nothing. Go and get ready for bed." You glared up at him, both of you knowing he was lying, both of you remembering the night you had given in to his drunk begging until he came in your hand in the shower, shaking and moaning your name. Kento turned to walk away, corded shoulders bunched with unfulfilled need.

"Make me." Kento stopped, silent. You gulped, arousal still thumping through you, and as Kento turned back, leaning down slowly, he trapped you with his massive hands squeezing the arms of your chair.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, low and dangerous, nose-to-nose. You gulped, your mouth suddenly dry as Kento smirked, humourless and wolfish.

"Any lesser man would fuck you, drunk and sloppy like this," he mocked, mean and sharp, fingering the edges of your dress, "but I doubt he'd be able to fuck the entitlement out of you like I could."

You trembled, feeling a trickle of arousal seep through your panties and onto your dress. As Kento brought his mouth to yours, your breath mingling, you parted your lips to kiss him-- and he pulled away, jaw clenched, denying you again as he walked to your bedroom. You felt bitter disappointment and humiliation trickle down the back of your throat.

"Coward."

You heard Kento go rigid with fury. Drawers snapped shut. His shadow edged in the doorway.

"What was that?"

You couldn't stop yourself, stupid with inebriation; "Perhaps you are that lesser man who couldn't fuck the entitlement out of me," you taunted, terror rushing through you as you heard heavy footsteps slamming towards you, "and you're too much of a coward to find o--"

Your words caught in your throat as one thick hand clenched around your neck, your taunting reduced to a squeak.

"I'm a coward, am I?" Kento clicked his tongue, words deceptively light, "I suppose anyone would look like a coward compared to how fucking brave you're being right now." Kento let go of your neck and lifted the whole chair, frighteningly effortlessly, and began to move you towards your bedroom.

"'Make me'," he mocked, dropping your chair and you to the bedroom floor, slamming the door shut behind him, "As you wish. I'll make you go to bed, and fuck the attitude out of you along the way."

Kento caged you into the chair again, his lips hot and dominating as they crashed into yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth as you whimpered into him. Your hands grabbed his tie to hold him to you, and you heard him rummaging blindly in the drawers beside you.

As they snapped shut, Kento dropped to his knees in front of you, placing his hands under your thighs as he yanked you forwards to the edge of your seat.

"Why-- what are you going to do to me?" You begged for answers, equal parts thrumming with desire and dread. Kento regarded you coolly, hooking your panties down your legs. You shivered with anticipation, feeling the cool air hit your folds. Kento raised your underwear to his face, ghosting the fabric against his lips and nose, breathing in deeply, and out with a low, shaking moan.

"Only what a woman as beautiful and determined as you deserves." Kento reached behind you, grabbing a bundle of items in his long-fingered hand. Your stomach leapt, face flushing with embarrassment as Kento held your dildo and rabbit vibrator, usually hidden, reserved for when he was away. You stuttered, opening your mouth to explain yourself as he wiggled it at you, thin eyebrows raised in an unimpressed grimace.

"Eventually, anyway," he goaded, "first we'll see if we can teach you a little patience." Spitting on the dildo, licking and coating it with lubrication, Kento forced your thighs apart with his elbows, groaning at the sight before him.

"God, what I wouldn't give to take you right now," he groaned, drinking in your desperate little mewls as he kissed and licked at your sensitive soft inner thigh, his breath fanning over your core, and you involuntarily bucked towards his face. Kento chuckled, smooth and mirthless.

Silently, Kento uncoiled three ties from his other hand, his lovely brown eyes darkening as he tied your arms and legs methodically to the arms and legs of the chair; his own spotted tie, the last to be unravelled, formed the final bond. Your hands clasped and unclasped against the arms of the chair, lips parted and glistening as your chest heaved in the low light.

"Because you really are..." Kento held your trembling thighs open as he slid the dildo into your quivering pussy, tantalisingly slow, thrusting a few times, captivated by your white creamy arousal coating it as it slid deeper and deeper into you, "...spectacular," he breathed, shaky with restraint.

Kento played with you, his neglected cock throbbing in his trousers; he thrust the dildo in and out of you, some long, gentle strokes, some harsh and fast, and his hips bucked upwards into nothing, imagining fucking you to the pace of his ministrations. You trembled and cried out, pleasure building uncontrollably at the irregular pace.

Kento seemed to forget you were even there, mesmerised by the bouncing resistance in his hand as the dildo pumped insistently against your cervix. Kento pushed against the resistance slowly, firmly, licking his lips and releasing a gravelly moan as you tried to chase your hips away up the chair, whimpering with the overwhelming stimulation.

"Kento, please-- please--" Your cries rolled off Kento's back, uninterested unless you used your safe word, grimly determined to give you exactly what you wanted.

"Don't give me that shit," he scoffed, tugging the front of your dress down so that your half-exposed breasts bounced free, pressed up by the tightly stretched cups of your bra.

"Stroking yourself in the car just to the thought of me, trying to make me cum with your foot while I drive..." Kento cupped your breast in one large hand, squeezing with restrained biting indignation, flicking your nipple in his work-roughened fingers while fucking you with your own 'secret' toy. Your head spun, gasping, wrists and legs straining against your restraints.

"All because I had the audacity to be a good man?" His voice was soft and threatening in your ear, his feathered breath sending shivers through you, and he rumbled a humourless laugh, "Well...I tried to be a good man. Sit back and be a good little cock sleeve, darling. I'm still not sure if you even deserve me." He thrust the dildo into you sharply, and you squealed, begging him for release, your orgasm trapped deep in your belly.

You were so distracted by his voice in your ear, that you didn't notice his hand at your pussy slowing...before turning the vibrator on, immediately positioning the base of the dildo so your pussy was full and your clit felt the blessed relief of stimulation so powerfully that you almost sobbed.

Kento stood, stepping back slowly as he watched you twist and pant in the chair. With trembling hands, holding your gaze intently, Kento began to stroke himself, his own hands caressing the thick muscle of his neck and shoulders, down his chest, fingers teasing at his buttons, with a wolfish grin. You bit into your lip with a guttural groan, head swimming with tequila and frustration, so desperate to see more of him, jealous that he could touch himself where your hands usually roamed.

Kento was glorious in his striptease; the peaks and planes of his mountainous body illuminated by sharp light and deep shadow. He panted with self-deprivation as you leaned eagerly forwards in your chair, breathless as one deft hand began to undo his shirt buttons, and the other stroked his V-line, palm flat as his fingers plunged under his belt. His lips quirked into a lopsided smirk as a trickle of your creamy arousal ran out of you and onto the chair, your thighs trembling with need.

"You're such a fucking mess," he spat, laughing at you as you blushed, humiliation pulsing through your cheeks and pussy, "and you're in way over your head."

When Kento's wandering hands reached his zipper, he teased you, stretching the fabric over the outline of his throbbing cock, a patch of pre-cum soaking through and darkening the beige fabric. Walking back to you, one hand running through his hair, the other unzipped himself, and Kento reached through to grasp his cock, wet with pre-cum.

Your mouth watered, lips parting involuntarily as he sunk his fingers into your hair, gripping harshly at the roots to bring your mouth down, pumping himself firmly, holding your mouth not quite close enough to wrap around his red, angry cockhead. Whining, your tongue darted out, and Kento hissed as it swiped against his slit, a spurt of pre-cum dripping out in response.

"Let's put that tight little mouth of yours to good use, hmm?" With one hand tangled in your hair, Kento stood behind you and tilted your chair back onto two legs, as you gasped, your head tipped backwards and neck outstretched, mouth pulled open in shock at the sudden weightlessness.

Kento stroked languidly from your throat to your breasts, and back up, before gripping your hair again.

"I think...I'll make you clean me up, seeing as that mouth is so filthy already." Kento teased his cock against your lips, glossing them with pre-cum, gulping and shuddering as your tongue swiped out to suck him in. Tilting your chair back further so your throat was parallel to the floor, Kento pressed his cock along your tongue and cheeks, holding you still as he hit the back of your throat, fucking it slowly, feeling every ridge and wet suck of your mouth around him, seeing stars.

"Fffuuuuuck," Kento moaned, cock twitching in your throat as you swallowed and gagged. Kento moved slowly as you whimpered around him, taking intermittent wet deep breaths, "More tongue...more-- aaaahhh-- that's it, good girl, behaving so nicely for me now."

Your thighs shook, and Kento stroked your throat tenderly as your hands clasped and unclasped the arms of the chair. A painfully hard orgasm built in you, your muscles aching with the effort of carrying you to completion. Your pussy clenched around the dildo, wet and slippery, the buzz against your clit curling your toes.

As Kento squeezed the sides of your throat, feeling his cock moving smoothly inside it, your breath caught and you bucked, spasming violently as your orgasm surged through you. Your lips gasped open, lights flashing in your eyes, and you cried out silently as Kento pressed into you, squeezing your throat with a raggedy groan, sweat dripping to his collar with the effort of delaying his own orgasm.

Pulling out of you, gripping his cock at the base as pleasure threatened to rip through him, Kento stepped back, panting, to enjoy the show. Now carried into wild overstimulation past your orgasm, you twitched and juddered-- "I can't, s'too much-- Kento please please please--" -- and Kento hissed his restraint, cracking his neck from side to side as he almost came in his hand. He refused to waste his seed like that, never letting on how thrilling he found it to cum inside you, wondering at the glorious image of your belly, swollen with him.

Another orgasm ripped through you and you humped the dildo with fervour, thighs desperate to clamp closed around it, head tossed back and sobbing with overwhelming, uncontrollable ecstasy.

Kento's eyes bored through you, smug and drunk on dominating you. His hand pumped along his wet length, continuing to edge himself to the sight of you. He left you this way for a few more minutes, shaking and desperate, pussy soaking wet and clenching on the chair; he swallowed thickly as you shuddered and mewled, unable to tell where one orgasm ended and another began.

"Have you had enough yet?" Kento sneered, continuing to pump his throbbing length, grasping your chin and jaw harshly in his big hand. He squashed your cheeks together like this, your wet lips plush and cutely pouted; with a surge of cute-aggression, he gave your cheeks a shake and gentle slap, smirking down at your squished, tear-stained face. He planted a hard, nipping kiss to your squashed lips, moaning against you, and laughing heartily as you shook your head urgently in response to his question.

"Is this what you want?" Kento hummed against your jaw, and you continued to nod frantically, sniffling, weeping, mascara streaking down your cheeks, lipstick smeared to the side, your glossy eyes needy and begging.

"Then ask nicely," he growled, cock weeping with anticipation for you to beg for him. You continued shaking your head, sniffling and babbling nonsense, no longer able to string a sentence together as electricity rattled every nerve and fibre of you, mewling again as Kento gripped your hair, tipping your head back to look at him.

"Then you get nothing," Kento snapped, glaring down as you as his pace increased on his cock, his hand squeezing and twisting at the top. He tilted your head thoughtfully from side to side, examining you;

"Where do you want me to cum?" He panted, his impending orgasm threatening ruin after edging himself for so long, "Your tits? Your mouth? Your pussy's already so wet, after all." You cried out in disdain, clenching pussy neglected, desperate to feel Kento inside you. Kento laughed richly again, verging on cruel.

"Come on, my love," he crooned, suddenly soft and loving, giving you whiplash, "beg."

Desperate, you forced the words out, shaking like a leaf; "Please Kento-- you promised you would-- I helped you--" You jumped, as Kento reached down between your legs, pulling the dildo out, the sudden loss of stimulation and exhaustion making you feel heavy and loose, still whirring as alcohol bounded through you.

"You are right, of course," he cooed, stroking tears off your messy cheeks, "I was only playing with you." You sobbed an appalled, indignant sound as Kento grinned down at you again, wicked and hungry. Making quick work with clever fingers, he completely released you from the chair, throwing your ankle ties over his shoulder, but keeping the wrist ties attached to you, he helped you to stand, like a baby deer on wobbling legs, offering you one sincere, brisk smile.

You felt like you were falling through space as Kento lobbed you face down onto the bed, flat on your belly, with Kento kneeling over you and undoing his belt as he chased you up to the headboard. As your hands grasped above the pillows to pull yourself up, Kento's hand pressed the back of your head so you were face down, muffled against the pillows.

"Stay down," he growled, and you sniffled, obedient as he stretched your arms out, tying them to the headboard, then tied your knees together so your pussy was clamped, tight and wet between the soft fat of your thighs. You lay prone, arched upwards by your outstretched arms, bound.

You quivered as you heard the clinking of Kento's belt, and you felt his throbbing cockhead brush against the arousal-soaked plush of your clamped thighs. Kento was flush to you as he whispered in your ear; "Is this what you wanted? Out of control, fucked, pathetic and wet for me on our bed?" You nodded, dumbly overstimulated, eager for more, to be fucked so hard that you couldn't remember your own name.

Kento hummed, groaning with shaking relief as he slipped between your thighs, gripped by your hot, wet plush. You felt Kento slowly fuck your thighs, jolting as the length of him stroked between your folds, catching your bruisingly overstimulated clit. Kento sighed, biting the back of your shoulder, lost in your wiggles and the press of your curvy arse against his hips. He reached up, gripping his fingers into your bum, placing a single harsh slap there as you cried out, before rubbing the area with soothing hushes.

"Just fuck me already Ken--" You cut off with a strangled gasp; Kento's last fibre of restraint snapped and he rammed his cock into your clenched pussy, bottoming out in an instant, slamming against your spongy deep walls. Leaning on his thick forearms he hammered into you with total abandon, tired of denying you, eyelids heavy and teeth sunk into the back of your neck. Divine ecstasy ravaged through him like wildfire.

Your muffled cries into the pillow spurred Kento on, his shirt soaked with sweat and sticking to his back as he fucked you to delirium and back again. Low, jolting grows rumbled through him in interrupted streams, his heady warm voice alternating with the strength of his thrusts. Kento's cock ached with bittersweet need, finding your wet friction so delicious, and he reached up to your bound hands, squeezing one affectionately to ground himself and you.

Kento's orgasm approached, seeping down his spine towards his cock, hot and urgent.

"My name," he growled into your ear, biting it as you whimpered, pussy fluttering weakly in bliss around him, and you mumbled. Kento punished you, hammering into you as you squealed, "Louder. My name."

"Kento," you sobbed, "Kento Kento Kento-- aaaahhhh!"

Kento came with a bark, legs failing him as he crushed your hips to the bed under his weight, splashes of hot cum spurting through your cervix, leaving Kento as drunk and intoxicated as you, ruinous pleasure tumbling through him.

He shook above you, his vision coming back to him in patches as he released his ties from your hands. Grasping your hips, he rolled you sideways with him, keeping his cock deep inside you, a glint of hope skipping through his mind, picturing you, full and round, his own captive goddess.

Humming, he nuzzled into your neck; "Too much?" He mumbled, droopy-eyed and concerned.

"More than enough, thank you," you reassured him, sated and dropping into a hazy sleep. Kento gave you a little shake.

"I'm not finished with you," he scolded, "We need to have words about your frankly dangerous behaviour in the car--"

"Custard," you cried, "custard, custard, custard--"

"-- don't try to safeword me while I'm telling you off, you absolute terror."

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"Head Empty" - Gojo Satoru

3,043 words.

warnings. nsfw (18+), satoru is your tutor, resolved sexual tension, semi-public sex, he fingers you so you could focus on your studying, sex depr!ved reader, oral (under the table), he eats you out again, library setting, unprotected sex, praising, creampie, fucking you against the library shelves.

notes. i'm literally dripping like a waterfall as I write this. ugh I wish gojo was my tutor, I'd pass all my exams to make sure I receive that good dicking as a reward when I get an A++++.

art used is by @/yunonoai!

The days would only and inevitably count-down until the start of your finals week. You realised you were too much of a procrastinator - someone or something had to tell you to get your shit together to start studying, or at least to receive that ounce of motivation.

You knew who to call for that. A high grade achiever, ladies man, and the college's example of an ideal student. Gojo Satoru. Oh, and boy was he fine. Maybe, getting a little too fine.

You were majoring in law and history, and fuck, was it doing your head in. Luckily, your classmate Satoru offered some help - free of charge. Knowing you were in a sticky situation, of course you accepted the offer. I mean, who wouldn't? Tutoring from the smartest guy in your year is like learning a ground-breaking ability from a top class sorcerer.

Although, you were starting to regret it at some point.

Being with Satoru in the library - almost all day, every day of the week. Your thoughts were clouded with him. Filthy, or pure, the scenarios were endless.

Chin on your palm, eyes dazed into his own. Head empty. You would find yourself staring at his lips for too long, just to be able to hear him scold you playfully for not paying attention. But then having regret when you had to review the same day's topic for the third time cause you just wouldn't listen.

Nothing he taught you would go into that little brain of yours. Not one bit.

You wondered if he was a different type of smart. Intelligent enough to notice how you'd stamp your thighs together after thinking such vulgar thoughts. Like him bending you over the library's table, then and there, just pounding into you in front of ev-

..A slender hand waves in front of your face. "Hey, are you listening?" your train of thought had come to an end as his voice broke you out of your trance.

Your eyes widen, turning to the white haired man beside you. "..Yeah, of course I am." you quickly pull away your chin off your palm, picking your pen up just to stare blankly at the case study in front of you.

He groans, over the fact that this is a recurring thing every time the two of you study. "Then tell me," he continued, "What was I talking about?"

Your eyes flicker into an eyeroll in defeat, and Satoru just grins. Unfortunately you were unable to catch that.

"..Alright," He gently sighed. "Let's just do some quick drilling questions to get you more warmed up."

You stay quiet, mentally slapping yourself before you think; how does he even put up with me.

You fiddle with your biro as you watch his every move. The filthy thoughts come flooding in again as you watched his fingers turn the pages, and you just imagine that the pages were your fo-

"So, tell me. What was the inqu!s!t!on during the Reformation?" Satoru's lips pursed together in hopes of a correct answer from you.

"..That's easy. It was a court..” Developing your answer, your heart thumped as you awaited a 'correct' or 'wrong' result from Satoru. Why were you nervous anyways..? Were you.. seeking validation from him?

He smiled as you gave him the answer, which was in fact, correct. "Good girl," Satoru put a small tick beside the question to note you had it correct. "I knew you had it in you."

You just smile back, no verbal response. His praise towards you immediately had your legs clamped together like always, making you move around in your chair. Fiddling with the fabric of your mini skirt that you just put on for him to see your bare legs.

Satoru goes off on a tangent about another topic in relation to the reformation, and so forth. The words coming out of his mouth just ran straight through your ears, and to some trash can in the library. The thought of him praising you as you please him kept replaying in your head like a broken record player.

Feet tapping out of nervousness underneath the table, your poor biro was so chewed to the point it didn't look like a pen anymore.

A slam of a book was heard on your left, and it was Satoru. Luckily a few people have left the library, so the only person left was someone on the far end of the table, with their headphones on too.

The tapping of your foot had long ended, as you were faced with a distressed Gojo. His hand remained on the cover of the textbook.

"Okay, I know this is hard. You accepted my offer to tutor you, but if you wanted to study on your own that's fine with me." You weren't sure if he hated you, or was just fed up, but no response came out of your mouth.

His hand leaves the cover, and instead his whole body turns to you on the chair. "It always seems like- you're distracted. You're barely listening to me 70% of the time, could you tell me why?" Oh God, if only he knew why.

You lied, hoping you could get away with it. "I'm just tired. Finals week coming up just has me stressed, so I can't sleep." You mutter under your breath, but the library was quiet enough for Satoru to hear it perfectly fine.

"I don't think that's the issue." He slightly leans in closer to your face to whisper sternly. "You act like I don't see you biting your lip, squeezing your legs together or fiddling with the ends of that tiny skirt of yours every time you look at me."

You could've sworn that your throat went dry as your skirt hypothesis was proven true. "..I swear.. I'm not lying."

Satoru pinches his nose bridge in denial. "Look, I doubt that you would want to fail your finals because you were horny the whole time you were being tutored."

I honestly hope there's something playing in that persons headphones.

The two of you take a few breaths to recollect yourselves, until Satoru quietly speaks again.

"How about, we just ease back into reviewing the same material. Just please, give me your undivided attention. Just for now."

With Satoru knowing your dirty little secrets, there's no hiding now. You had no choice but to oblige. "Yeah okay. I'm all ears."

He opens the textbook again, returning to the same chapter. This time he goes on about the results of the reformation.

But something was different.

His warm hand rested on your bare thigh, almost under your skirt. Dangerously creeping into your inner leg, to the point that his pinky finger could graze against your underwear if he wanted to. Your feet tapping also managed to stop. This was enough to form a pool between your legs.

He paused his reading for a moment to turn to you. "Are you alright with my hand there? I mean, this is the only way I could get you to listen." Satoru caressed the soft flesh of your leg with his thumb. All you were able to do was nod, like an obeying puppy. "..Just, follow along with your textbook like a good girl."

Satoru's fingers brushed against your cotton underwear. He whispered under his breath, "You're so needy, aren't you huh?" Your hand swiftly held onto his wrist out of nervousness, his index finger toying with your panties to move them to the side.

"Just relax, and give me a summary of what you had just learnt."

You coughed, clearing your throat. "W-well, I believe it was for a good cause.. and..." Your breath suddenly hitched, stopping you mid-sentence. You felt Satoru's fingers slide between your folds, only slightly pushing his middle finger into your dripping hole.

Words couldn't describe how embarrassed you felt about the fact you and your panties were absolutely soaked.

Faint squelching noises were heard as he slowly fucked at this rate, two fingers into you under the table. Your words caught up in your throat one after the other, "..And.. attitudes to trade.."

You stopped talking, and your hand rested against your forehead as you felt his fingers curl up inside of you. The way you were squirming about in your chair, and the fact that your slick was fully coating his fingers had Satoru's cock straining against his pants.

"That's it.. you're 100% correct. Keep going." The curling of his middle and ring finger picked up its pace, his thumb now lazily rubbing circles on your clit.

You pulled away your forehead from your hand, moving to place it back against his own arm. "Satoru..I can't.. you're gonna.. make me cum.." You swallowed your spit to suppress a moan.

As soon as you said that, he pulled his fingers out. You could almost whimper out loud at the sudden emptiness in your hole, and that he denied you from getting off on his fingers.

"..What the fuck, Satoru?" You whispered angrily, a grin curling up on his face.

You watched as he wrapped his mouth around his fingers, sucking your juices off them before looking around the library. He pulls out a few papers from his backpack, which was another question and answer activity sheet.

"Do these for me, and by the time I'm back it better be finished, and I expect it to all be answered correctly." He slid the sheet to your side, before glancing around the library again.

Confused, you questioned him. "..Where are you off to?"

You could only see another smirk form on his face before he went underneath the table, disappearing off to somewhere. Oh no. You cautiously looked around your surroundings too. Still that one same person from earlier sitting at the end of the table.

A yelp escapes your mouth little too loudly as you felt him tickling the sides of your thighs with his hands, a creaking noise ringing throughout the library as he dragged your chair closer to the table and to him. Luckily no one regarded that.

Trying not to be obvious, you carried on with your work, making an attempt at the questions.

You could still feel him moving about underneath the table, his hands taking a hold under your thigh, placing both above each of his shoulders.

A playful giggle came out of your mouth as his soft hair tickled your legs, your hand sliding down his arm as they made their way behind you on the chair, cupping the back of your ass. His head now underneath your skirt, his pointer fingers going back under as well to tug on your panties, pulling them off and down your legs.

A wet kiss was immediately planted on your bare pussy, your legs jittering about on his shoulders at the ticklish feeling.

Another creak of the chairs legs against the floor was made as Satoru moved you closer to the edge of the chair to have full access to your pussy.

At one point, your thighs almost locked around his head as soon as his tongue made contact with your clit, and as he sucked on it with his lips before using his tongue to fuck your hole.

The writing on the activity sheet turned in to squiggles, now illegible. Your fingers instead twisted the corner of the paper, ruining the quality all together as it became wrinkly.

Your mouth formed an 'O' shape as you felt him fucking you with his fingers, and lapping at your clit at the same time. You had only covered your mouth with your fist to mask it as a yawn.

Meanwhile your other hand repeatedly tapped on his sculpted shoulder, letting him know you were about to cum. And if he didn't move, there'd be a mess all over the library hard-flooring.

The coil in your stomach had finally snap, your silent orgasm washing over you as Satoru lapped at your juices underneath, making sure not to miss a drop.

Satoru's face so messy and wet, it dripped down his chin as he sucked on your clit one last time for good luck.

You felt Satoru gently grab your thighs, placing them back down on the ground and off his shoulders. You honestly felt like you were gloop, your legs felt as if they were made of dough and unable to stand up on their own.

He crawled back up onto his chair, I don't know how the person on the other end of the table didn't suspect anything like at all. Maybe they're just acting dumb or perhaps just genuinely focused on their work.

You slightly looked down underneath the table, seeing your poor underwear left on the cold ground. I'll.. get that later.

"So, did you finish the sheet?" Satoru glanced over to the sheet, wiping and licking around his lips for any excess on his face.

He almost chuckled out loud as he saw the squiggly lines all over the answer boxes. "I'll take that as a no."

You roll your eyes, unamused. "I couldn't focus."

"Really? Well, that beats the purpose of me trying to help you less than thirty seconds ago." Satoru teases, turning around to the book aisles around him. "Ah- think we need to get a certain book. Come with me."

The two of you immediately knew what that meant, and at the speed of light you both got up from your chairs. The textbooks, bags and stationary were just left on the study tables. You remembered to tug on your skirt to make sure your ass wasn't on show before getting up.

Both you and Satoru scurried away into a book aisle deeper into the library, far away from where everyone was studying. Luckily the library was quiet today, and there are literally no cameras here. You always wondered why, but at this moment there was no way in hell you were complaining.

Reaching the 'Ecology' aisle, which was completely irrelevant to what both of you were studying, the two of you jokingly went separately on each side of the shelf, your eyes watching each other like a hawk through the gaps between the books.

Your heart was about to leap out of your chest as you got closer to the other end of the entire shelf. The last step, and Satoru comes jumping at you, pushing you against the entire shelf and started sloppily kissing each other. Almost like you both were yearning for this.

A whimper and grunt came from yours and Satoru's lips as you both melted into each other, a string of saliva connected your tongues as soon as he pulled away.

Your hand quickly snaked down to the waistband of his pants as he planted hot, wet kisses down your neck making you both giggle.

You just couldn’t believe this was happening right now. His heavy cock hanging and pre-cum leaking from the tip as you pulled it out from his pants. Picking you up, Satoru's hands cupped beneath your bare ass as your legs wrapped around his waist.

His weight fully pressed you back against the shelf, to be able to use his free hand to align his tip with your hole before slowly sliding in. You let out a gasp, you imagined him to be big but not so big in girth, as well as length. His cock stretched you out enough that it will probably remember his shape, and only his.

A long grunt came from his mouth as he felt you sink down on him, sliding in and out slowly - allowing you to adjust before immediately rutting into you at an inhumane pace, the shelves slightly shaking from how hard he was drilling into you.

Satoru's hands now had full support on your legs behind your knees, an 'Ecology 101' book falling off the shelf behind you as you moaned his name into his ear like it was a prayer, only to result in him panting against your neck.

"You drive me crazy," Satoru moans out, sounding feral as he panted between each sentence. "Got me pounding into you against the shelves at this library?" The two of you fucked like rabbits. His lips couldn't last ten seconds without yours.

Your ass would ripple each time he deeped into you, noises of your skin slapping against each other echoing throughout the library.

At one point, he thrusted deep enough to hit your sweet spots that you moaned a bit too loud. The two of you just bursted into a small giggle as he placed his palm over your mouth.

Another book, "All about Aquatic Ecology" falls off the shelf behind you. You wonder how someone hasn't check on you two yet, thinking the falling books were a sign of paranormal activity. I mean, you guys chose the shelves far away from people for a reason.

"F-Fuck, Satoru- I'm gonna.." Beads of sweat were starting to form on your forehead from how hard he was fucking your brains out, you were bound to cry, but you felt him place more kisses against your jaw. "Too fast.. Satoru-"

"I know baby, tell me," Satoru whispered, his thrusts getting slow and staggered. "What is it, you gonna cum?"

Your hands moved from behind his neck to clutching onto the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders. "..Please... let me cum.." Your head fell back against the wooden panel of the shelf. "And your cum.. I want it in me."

You felt Satoru give you one last deep thrust into your pussy, bottoming into you as he let out his thick load into your hole non stop, some of it leaking out and dripping down his cock.

The two of you moaned as quietly as you can as your orgasms washed over the both you, Satoru resting his forehead against your chest, his balls throbbing as his cum pumped into you continuously.

His arms still underneath your legs, Satoru slowly slid his cock out before grunting at the cum that dripped and leaked out of you, onto the library floor. What a mess.

He planted another kiss on your lips before gently placing your legs back down onto the ground, holding your hand for support.

"Fuck, Satoru. You literally blew my back out."

You could feel his warm cum slowly trickle down your inner leg, regretting the fact that you said you'll pick up your panties later on.

Satoru slapped your ass, grabbing a handful afterwards. "Think we'll need to start tutoring back at your place."

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MIDNIGHT TRAIN + You meet two handsome strangers on the late train and the three of you take advantage of how empty transit gets when it’s this late at night. Available on ao3.

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teasing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, threesome, throat fucking, spit kink, heavy degradation, heavy dirty talk, swallowing, creampie, rough sex, creampie, cumming inside, oral sex (m), spanking, soft dom Geto, hard dom Gojo, aftercare (sort of), wc ~ 4.8k

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You stare at the black phone screen that was lit just a moment ago in distaste. Today was a long day and your phone dying when you’re still an hour away from your stop is less than ideal. You drop the useless device in your bag and look around, surprised that there are other passengers this time. Usually, you're on the midnight train alone. There are six other people sitting aways from you on the other side, conversing. They look like college students but you can't be sure. They aren't sitting close enough for you to hear what they're talking about. The four girls look like they're giving the two guys a hard time though.

The group hasn't paid you any mind the whole ride, joking amongst themselves like good friends would. You awkwardly stare off into the dark of the night as the bumpy ride continues on. The train screeches to a stop and you watch as all four of the girls exit through the double doors, wishing the two guys well and asking them to text them when they get home.

Soon, the three passengers left fall into silence (save for the mechanical noises that the train makes.) The snickering starts up again between the two, even now that their friends have departed. They look over at you and laugh harder when you return the glance, giving you a queasy feeling. The unceremoniously scoot a little ways down the seat until they're both directly across from you. The train is dimly lit so when they make their way to the new spot, you can finally take in their features. The loud one has snow white hair and eyelashes. His crystal blue eyes scan your entire form as if surveying you. You're just leaving work for the night so you're still dressed in your office clothes.

His friend, the brunette looks so embarrassed at how unashamed his friend is moving and acting. That doesn't get any better either when the white-haired one speaks up. "My friend here thinks you're hot." His voice is raspy and welcome in your ears. The attention isn't at all unwanted. They're both so attractive and you can't really say which one you favor.That probably makes you sound pretty bad though, right? The brunette speaks up when you’re silent for too long. “Sorry about my friend Gojo here. He’s a little shameless.” You further observe the one called Gojo, supposing anyone that looks like that may have the right to be. With pretty eyes like that, you wouldn’t be surprised to find out that women throw themselves at Gojo all the time.

“I’m shameless and Geto’s a prude.” He jokes. “So what are you?” You’re not sure what he means by that. What are you? Besides a tired woman just trying to get home for the night so that you can ride the rest of this work week out. The one named Geto looks more reserved than his friend. He tries not to look so quick to flirt with random women on the subway but he still looks on in interest. “Just an office worker.” You speak shyly. The two of them have this combined energy that is really intimidating. You’re not sure what he’s expecting you to say. It’s not as if you can read his mind but Gojo’s facial expression changes with your words. He looks pleased by your meekness. “I love shy girls.” He advances, taking the open seat right next to you and resting a hand on your shoulder. “What kind of guys do you like?”

Before you’re given a chance to speak up, his companion strides over and pushes Gojo’s hand off your shoulder and looks at him in warning. “Fucks sake, Satoru. Can you not scare her away?” Gojo throws his hands up in mock defense and smirks. Their dynamic makes you giggle aloud. You want to assure Geto that you’re not being scared away. “It wasn’t just an excuse to come over here and paw on you, you know? I really do think you’re cute.” Geto’s eyes are honest and his tone is sweet; as if he’d never do anything to hurt you.

“I do too but when he says that, it’s with good intentions.” Gojo smirks, scooting closer to you once more. His tone is dark and sexy, as if he’d totally hurt you - but make you like it. That sends chills down your spine. Gojo notices the shudder, gives his friend his eyes and a knowing look. “Could I give you a kiss?” Satoru asks gently. Fake kindness so as to not scare the frightened little kitten away from him.

It goes against pretty much everything you know to be true. How could you let a stranger touch you in any way like that? His hands move up to caress your cheek and pools of azure bore into yours. Gojo is beyond beautiful. What sane women could ever turn him down? You lean into him equally and the both of you move your lips against one another softly, until you feel him deepen the kiss - those bad intentions he warned you about shining through his every move.

Geto watches the two of you kiss, moving as if you’ve known each other (each other’s mouths for an eternity) and he can tell that, while you’re no virgin, you’re also not the most experienced girl. With a body like that, he can only chalk your lack of experience up to your shyness. It’s adorable, he thinks to himself.

Satoru's mouth is hot against yours, hands snaking up and down your body. He overcomes you easily and pushes his tongue deep into your mouth, feeling yours cower away from him. When he pulls away, he surveys you before cackling. "Look at her. Lips swollen and out of breath. What a virgin." He laughs at you, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment.

"I'm not a virgin." You defend yourself. Sure, you were pushing it. You've only been with one guy in an isolated incident but you feel like you've earned your trips in the matters of sex. Gojo seems like the type to just be an asshole to everyone he meets.

Satoru's eyes darken. You just know that filthy mind is busy and at work, conjuring up some unimaginable dare. You've only known hum for less than ten minutes but he's so unapologetically himself, that you feel like you've known him for much longer. "Prove it then. Why not take my good friend here for a test drive?" Gojo stands from his seat and pulls you up along with him. You wobble as he gets you to your feet but, eventually, get used to the pull of the train. You're presented in front of Geto and stand between his legs as if you're a gift that Gojo bought for him. The look you wear on your face must be one of shock, or fear - something that isn’t helping your case of not being a virgin - because Satoru speaks up to taunt you. “What? You don’t like him? Geto’s really attractive. All the girls say so.” He speaks close to your ear and ignores the obvious temper rising in his friend. “Even the guys say so.” He finishes, slyly.

Geto spreads his lap and pats his thigh as if to invite you. “Come on, ignore him. He always talks too much.” You take a deep breath and press your hands into Geto’s chest to steady yourself. Gojo’s snicker rings in your ears as he watches you sit down on his friend’s lap, legs spread on either side as you straddle the man’s thighs. “You’re fine, right?” Geto looks at you like he’s totally fine with public sex and fucking on a train. He looks as if he does it everyday and you would believe him if he said so.

His big palms smooth over your ass, squeezing at his leisure. Geto’s hands sneak their way between your legs to feel how wet you’ve gotten, almost laughing to himself for asking if you liked this. Of course, you like this - being felt up by two strange men in public transit. “This little slut is soaking wet.” He finally does laugh at you as two fingers work their way along your clothed clit. “She’s holding back moans. It’s kinda cute.”

Gojo, still behind you, rubs your shoulders to relax you. He tuts at the revelation that you’re holding yourself back. “That really won’t do.” Satoru’s sneaky pale hands wander further down and to press against your chest. He fondles your chest and finds your hard nipples quickly. The motion of the train jerks all of you. As Gojo unbuttons your top to expose you further to the world and get himself a good peak on the lace-clad tits you were hiding underneath, Geto’s fingers snake past the silk of your panties and inside of you. “How tight is she, Suguru?” He asks slyly.

Suguru’s long digits pump inside slowly, inching further and further in with every pump as he searches for your sweet spot. “Oh, she’s really tight but she’s opening up so nicely for me.” His fingers delve further inside of you and, at the same time, Gojo’s licks his thumb and forefinger before pinching your nipples once more. The combination forces you to let out a shaky moan and cry out in pleasure, clenching around Suguru’s fingers. You curse under your breath as they repeat the actions. They have definitely done this before.

The two of them exchange a knowing look that you miss and results in Suguru stopping his fingers and pulling them out of you. He unbuttons the front of his pants and pulls his cock above the waistband of his boxers to expose to your eyes. He’s already painfully aching and red at the glistening tip. Gojo clears his throat and sits next to the two of you on the train seat, repeating the action of his friend by pulling his dick out too. Gojo strokes his length to life as he watches every move the two of you make in front of him, getting off to the little show you’re putting on with his best friend. These two men are some kind of sexual deviants. It shocks you how casually Geto positions you over his cock and eases the tip in (more nicely than you think his friend would be about it) and Gojo whispers in your ear about how filthy you are and how cute you look getting stretched out by a stranger. You tune him out for a moment and brace your hands on Suguru’s still clothed shoulders and lift your hips up to take more of his inches inside of you. You whine as you let him fill you up. “Geto,” You whisper. He bucks his hips shallowly before picking up pace and aiming to nail you in the spot that counts. The train car fills up with your whines. The adrenaline of being in public adds to the pleasure. Anyone could board this train at the next stop before you finally reach yours.

“You’re such an easy little slut.” Geto laughs, placing his hands on your hips to slide you up and down his length. “Barely took any convincing to get you on this dick.” Gojo laughs next to you guys as he strokes himself, pre gathering on his palms and slicking his cock up to make the glide easier. You ignore the degrading words as you ride him. Your moans climb in pitch and you take more of him in until he’s fully sheathed inside of your pulsing cunt. Suguru grunts and stops his words when he feels you throb on him. You feel his hands squeeze your waist tighter and grind his hips harder into yours, the sound of skin slapping getting louder than the train’s noises. “Ah, fuck. Such a perfect little cunt.” You feel his hips stutter as he gets closer and the feeling of his tip engaging with your g-spot is so good that you’re seeing white.

Gojo leans over and spits on his length to get himself closer. He curses under his breath, eyes watching his friend’s dick disappear and reappear in your fluttering pussy. He cums with a sigh, white running over his knuckles like a river. He’s beautiful, cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling out of exasperation. When he catches his breath, Satoru finds the presence of mind to push his cum-soaked fingers into your open mouth, making you taste the saltiness of his hard-earned jizz. He grins nearly ear-to-ear as you obediently suck the warm cum off his fingers and make a show of swallowing every drop, opening your mouth to prove that it’s empty and his cum is now resting in the pit of your tummy.

Geto’s face turns red, as if he’s running out of stamina but you’re both so close and feeling so fucking good. “Such a good little fuck toy.” The out of breath white-haired individual sounds next to you. “We may have to keep this one, Suguru. What do you think?” And Geto would’ve answered that question with something snarky about claiming your easy little pussy but his words are cut off with a guttural moan as he fills you up. The overwhelming feeling of Geto’s hot cum pooling inside of you is almost too much and has you squirming in his lap as you gush around his dick, getting the both of you wet and making a perfect mess on the cushion of the train seat. You curse aloud and grip his shoulders even tighter. “Ah, fuck Geto. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Cumming so hard!” You cry out, still bouncing on him as you ride out your orgasm.

You slump against his chest in a heap and hum as he wraps his arms around your tired body. You whine a little and let your eyes flutter shut, exhausted from the orgasm you just had. Geto’s cock softens inside of you.

Gojo chuckles as he gets to his feet and shakes you from your stupor before you even think of falling asleep, half-naked after sex with a stranger on a public train. Not such a good idea. "You're fucking filthy, aren't you?" He teases, hands gripping the flesh of your ass as he begins pulling and pushing you up and down Geto's softening dick from behind. He fucks you on his friends dick like this, using you almost like a fleshlight to bring Geto’s cock back to life. Gojo knows that he’s succeeded when he hears his friend suck in a harsh breath and grip the wet cushion of the seat. When his mission is accomplished, Gojo manhandles you and pulls you off of Suguru’s hard cock. He forces you to stand up on your shaky and unstable legs. Satoru doesn’t seem like a gentle guy in the slightest, definitely doesn’t seem kind either; so you’re surprised when he places his hand on your waist to keep you upright. He bends you over to present your ass to him, skin swollen from the impact of riding Geto’s length and slapping your flesh together beautifully. “Put your hands on the pole and hold on for dear life, baby girl.” He smirks, spreading your legs and slamming his dick into you without much warning.

He savors the sweet cry that you let out from his roughness. Gojo puts his hands on your hips and fucks you from behind, occasionally slapping you with a punishing strike so that he can hear the fearful little yelps that you let out. “Fucking dirty of you letting two guys you don't even know raw you on a train like this." Gojo fucks harder and meaner than Geto. He makes you scream with every thrust, pushing in deeply every time. You squirm at his harsh words, hands gripping the filthy support pole for dear life. He slams into you, not slowing for even a second and definitely doesn’t stop the degrading words from exiting those sneaky pink lips. “So this is what you like, huh? You like it when I go in raw? Like it when I fuck you filthy? You like it when my cock fucks you sloppy? Dirty fucking bitch. Thought you were so sweet and innocent in your clean little office clothes and your legs crossed. Now look at you - legs spread wide fucking open for me and clothes covered in our cum. If I told you to wear these cum-soaked clothes to work tomorrow, would you do it? Hmm? Would you? I’d reward you with this dick you love so much, of course.”

Tears stream down your face and your knuckles go white as you squeeze the pole. Your legs tremble and you feel yet another orgasm creeping up your spine, body spasming from the sheer force of his punishing thrusts that you can feel rocking deep into your womb. Gojo can feel you getting close, can feel your pussy fluttering around his length. “Better ask me permission to cum on this dick or I’ll have to hurt you a little.” From his tone, you can tell that he means every letter of every word.

Geto grunts, still seated behind the both of you. “God, Satoru. Does that mouth of yours have a fucking offswitch?” He’s known his friend since early childhood, knows how bad he can get but Geto can tell that Gojo’s being much harsher with you - reasons unclear. You seem to really like it though, the way you’re moaning and crying like a bitch in heat. Satoru picks your left leg up and holds it in the air, nearly at a ninety degree angle so that he can hit deeper spots inside of you. You feel like you’re being ripped apart in the best way possible. Gojo ignores Geto’s question but answers in his own way the next time he speaks up to degrade you. "Geto's cum feels nice and warm inside like this. Maybe I have a sloppy seconds kink." He snickers, tight fists pulling your hips to slam against his dick.

You can’t take it anymore. “Please, Gojo.” His name feels so right on your tongue as you beg him for release. “Please, let me cum.” He chuckles once more at your willingness to beg for an orgasm.

Gojo doesn’t give you permission. Just clears his throat, snaps behind him to his friend and thrusts shallowly inside of your weeping cunt. “If you cum before I say so, you’re gonna be in for some hurt darling.”

He’s so fucking mean. You whine, tears still slicking your features up and probably making your makeup run. Geto stands up and makes his way to the other side of your body. He stands next to the pole where your face only comes up to about his crotch since Gojo’s got you bent over. “Aww, baby. Don’t cry. It’ll be alright. The meanie can’t last forever.” Geto leans close to whisper to your ear. “Especially not in that tight little thing.”

Geto’s words only make Gojo laugh. He keeps fucking you from behind and lands a slap on your ass as if to punish you for his friend’s words. “You’d be surprised how long this dick can go. Don’t let Suguru get you in trouble, baby doll.” And before long, the hard dick in your face gets hard to ignore. Geto taps the leaking tip against your lips and smears his cum along your mouth.

“Tell me, baby.” He asks, hand gripping the back of your head forcefully and pushing himself into your waiting mouth inch by beautiful inch and stuffing your face full of his pretty cock. “Who’s cum tastes better?” Your mind is mostly blank, lost to the sensations of the threesome that’s fully overtaking your senses. You don’t even know where to begin to answer. They both taste good. Like… really good. You could never speak again another day in your life and only let your whoreish little mouth function as Satoru’s and Suguru’s pretty little cum dump and be so fucking okay with that. You try to communicate the dirty answer to Suguru with your eyes and he seems to almost get it, rewarding you with a smile. Still, he pulls his dick out of your mouth for a second and takes two fingers to spread your lips open.

“Don’t you dare spit this out.” Geto’s voice darkens and his smile vanishes as if it was never there to begin with. The sudden shift scares the absolute shit out of you but you can’t focus on it for very long - not with Gojo still drilling you from behind and beginning to let his own moans out. You nod to obey Geto’s orders before you allow him to spit a thick glob of saliva directly onto your tongue. His hot spit rests in your mouth and turns your mouth into a perfect wet mess for him to fit his cock into. Soon, you find yourself on the public train at nearly midnight getting fucked from both sides by the brutal strangers - getting both of your holes abused and fucked like no goddamn tomorrow.

Your tears flow and your moans reach a peak. You breathe shallowly as Suguru tries to fit himself in your tight throat, causing you to almost panic and gag. “Come on, baby. You’ve been doing so well for me. Make me feel good with this pretty mouth of yours.” And his sweet smile makes you want to take a deep throating class if possible. Whatever it takes to please this man. He looks at you with so much kindness while requesting the most sinful things of you. Geto wastes no time ramming his cock into the tight space and chasing his pleasure. “Ah, fuck. Gonna cum again.” He pants, fist still gripping the back of your head and pulling at your hair to make your scalp burn. “Gonna fill you up with my cum again.” His hips stutter as Geto hits his peak. “Better fucking swallow it all, you nasty fuckin’ bitch.”

Geto rams it in and fucks your mouth at the same pace Gojo is fucking you from behind. Both of the men groan heartily as they abuse your holes and use you like a toy. You’re still teetering on the edge of another orgasm and all you want is to be filled up by the two of them. You want to beg again but, before you know it, Geto’s filling your throat up and shooting his salty milk straight into your obedient mouth.

Before you can make a move, Gojo speaks up. “Cream on this dick baby. Make a mess for me. Make a mess that confuses any other poor soul that steps a foot on this fucking train.” He demands and, honestly, Gojo doesn’t have to tell you twice. You’re squirting all over him and making a mess of yourself and the floor beneath you with a high-pitched cry. You cum harder than you ever have in your life as you slick up his dick with your juices. Gojo fills you up without warning. Just huffs as his spends himself in your tight cunt and fucking you even more brutally in the end to make sure his cum is fucked deep into your womb. His fists are still gripping your flesh like it’s his lifeline.

You can’t get your breathing regulated and when Satoru harshly lets go of your leg to let you fall to the train floor, Geto catches you. “Ah, fuck.” Satoru groans, tucking his soft cock into his pants and checking his phone to find that it’s almost time for the train to make it to your stop. “This bitch has some immaculate pussy.” He compliments. Geto helps to pull your clothes back to cover your body and clean you up as best he can.

“Where do you live, pretty girl? Hm?” You’re still riding waves and still spent, nearly useless and barely conscious. You couldn’t walk home if your life depended on it. He pant as you cling to Geto’s body and squeeze your eyes shut. Your lower half is searing from fatigue and roughness. Could Gojo have been any more brutal with your body? You find the strength to let Geto know what building you live in and your apartment number. Gojo looks down at you on the ground like he’s already lost all interest in you after getting everything that he wanted.

“Suguru, we’ve still got places to be tonight. She’s a big girl now. She can get herself home.” His words annoy the fuck out of you but you’re too weak to retort.

Geto chuckles at Gojo’s words. That’s just bullshit. “She can barely fucking walk.” He laughs as he helps you to your feet. The train comes to a halt and Geto keeps you upright. Eventually, he finds that your legs are too numb to walk and just settles for picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. He carries you home like this in a position that he would love to fuck you in someday. Gojo expends no effort to help get you home safely. He situates his glasses back on the rim of his nose and whistles nonchalantly as he follows closely behind you two. To his credit, Gojo does carry your purse and watches closely as Geto carries you upstairs. He unlocks the door to your apartment and strips you down before dropping you on the bed.

“Should be nicer to this one. If you want her to let us fuck her again.” Geto warns his friend. You’re unconscious and fully passed out by now. The nice one has no difficulty finding the towels in your apartment. He runs one under the faucet and cleans the areas of your body that really need it. Between your legs, your pussy is still throbbing and puffy. Your hole looks like you had a train ran on you but still so appetizing - your cream still dribbling out in small amounts.

Satoru scoffs at his best friend's speculation. “Be fucking serious. This tramp was all over us. She’s gonna come running every time we call her.” Geto just shakes his head as he runs the towel over your forehead and leaves a kiss there. Gojo’s just a talker. He’s not actually this damn mean, just still in his dom headspace from the fuck earlier. He’ll be just as gentle when the fog clears and the adrenaline in his veins runs dry.

Suguru leaves his phone number scribbled on a note on your table with an invitation to call them. He plugs your phone up to be charged when you wake up in the morning and is sure that you’re breathing softly in your sleep as the two of them lock the door to your place behind them - smirking as they head back into the night.

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