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you ever have dick so good that you’re literally running from it. tears in your eyes, lumps on lumps of sobs crowding in your throat and suguru holding your hands behind your back still slamming into you. 

“take it like you're supposed to, baby. do it for me.” slapping your ass and slamming into you again, a sob crawling up your throat and your body shaking uncontrollably with this overwhelming pleasure. 

he knew where your weak spots were, where you broke down easily, and where you itched to have more of. that's why he was going to give it to you—give it to you until you were physically numb. suguru wasn’t going to stop until he saw your body lying still on the mattress. 

suguru wanted to twist you around and put you in different positions so he could see his pretty baby cum on his dick but you weren’t take it well, your back arching and your muffled sobs into the mattress. 

he had to keep your wrists in his hands or you weren’t going to finish soon, his hand squeezing your wrist and his other one trailing over your back up to your chin, pulling you back into your chest. 

"come on, baby. what’s going on today? i thought you wanted to be my good girl.” his hips pushing into your ass harder and harder, his soft breath tickling your ear, and the tip of his dick pressing deeper inside of you. 

another sob coming up and tears running down your face—he couldn’t say he didn’t admire the sight. he loved when you cried from overstimulation, but all he was thinking about at that moment was making sure you took in what he was giving you. 

he could feel you squeeze around; the feeling of your soft insides clamming onto him made him feel good. he almost wanted to crawl inside of you, but you didn’t deserve it. 

you didn’t deserve his cum being leaked inside of you, so if he had to hold himself back for a couple more minutes or just not cum, then that’s what he would do. 

“suguru i can’t take it.” your sobs more vocal, your back is arching even more, and your eyes are squeezing shut with more warm tears rolling down your face

it felt like a fiery pit in the bottom of your stomach every time he made you take him. Even though you couldn’t, it’s not like you could run away or fake your way out of it. 

suguru knew you inside out, literally. he knew how good you were feeling, your nipples peeking up as your ass was pushing against him; it’s like your body was telling him to just do whatever he wanted to make you take it. 

“remember what i taught you.” whispering in your ear and slamming into you again, sweat dripping off his forehead and onto your back, he could feel you clamp around him, a moan sliding past your lips and little whines after. 

cooing in your ear then pulling your arms back some more while slamming into you again and again, feeling his cum leak into you little by little. 

that’s how he liked to cum, when you were squeezing the cum out of him. 

if you were running and crying, scratching the sheets, trying to get away, suguru was going to pull you, restrain you and make you take it; he didn’t play. 

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More higunana ✨

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Gojo and Geto eating you out together. Your legs draped over one of their shoulders each as they buried their faces in between your thighs hungrily. Tongues bumping into each other’s as they both lapped at your sopping folds. Gojo running his tongue up your slit while Geto swirls his around your clit.

Their groans and hums sending vibrations through your clit as your hack arched. Crying out loudly when two fingers curled into you. Your pussy drenching their mouths and chins when you pulled them impossibly closer.

You whimpered with the throb of your pussy when their lips connected in a sloppy kiss. Messily sharing the sweet taste that sat heavily on their tongues as you moaned out their names with a whine.

“Awww, our girl’s feeling a little left out hmm? Don’t worry baby. You have our undivided attention.” Geto smirked, kissing your clit softly, “I promise.” Both men going back to making out with your dripping pussy. Cocks hardening at how easily they could dumb you down with just their tongues.

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Me one day, hopefully

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poly! vampire and werewolf lovers in a breeding frenzy….(poor human gf/wifey)

Your vampire lover, as badly as they want you, cannot get close to you when the werewolf you two share goes into heat like this. He puts on quite a show, growling and howling as he pounds you for all he's worth, only seeming to relax when his knot is deep inside of your sore pussy and once it goes down he's back to fucking you senseless, putting his seed deep inside your belly.

Eventually, he passes out in a deep sleep for the night as he recovers from all his hard work breeding you. You, however, get no such break, as soon as you're not in the claws of your werewolf boyfriend your vampire lover sweeps you away.

They take you to the bathroom and lower you into a warm, sweet-smelling bath. they're careful with your fresh bruises and bite marks on your body. They let you relax and catch your breath as they clean you up. You can feel their hard cock pressing against your back as they bathe with you, but they ignore their own desires until you're all better.

Once you are better, they fuck you slowly and deeply, covering your mouth as you moan trying to muffle your voice so that your werewolf boyfriend doesn't wake up.

"Be quiet baby, let me finish before that dog wakes up and has you again," they whisper. "your pussy feels so good I can see why he's so obsessed with fucking you full...he's going to be devastated when he finds out I'm the one who got you pregnant," they tease as they push their hips up and cum inside of you.

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there’s something insanely sexy about kissing a man in a mask. he can’t reciprocate, can’t feel the soft swell of your lips brush against his own, the wet caress of your tongue, the sharp edge of your teeth. instead, you smear kisses across the cold metal where you imagine his lips are—where they should be, anyway. your hot breath leaves ephemeral fog marks in its wake as you sweep across his cheek, angling his neck so he can watch you under heavy lids. maybe he should tell you to stop (he can’t feel your touch, after all, nor you his). but the sight of you revering such an intimidating, impersonal part of him? it brings him to his knees.

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I know Choso whines when he’s fucking. Mans cannot hold himself back.

He ruts into you, gripping the sheets by your head so hard his knuckles turn white. His eyes roll back and and his tongue hangs out.

He’s panting and moaning and whining. Pleases and need its spilling from his lips. Hes rutting himself into you, tears falling from his eyes.

And when on your on top, lord. He thrust his cock into you like it’s the last time he’ll get to feel you. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he paws at your hips. He begs you to go faster, to milk his dick.

And when Choso cums he cums a lot. His thighs twitch as bucks up into you. He shoves himself so far deep, toes curling, legs spread wide.

He couldn’t stop if he tried, cum continuously bursting out of his tip.

He lays there content and satisfied, tugging you closer so he could fall asleep.

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You tell you bf fingering doesn’t get you off, he proves otherwise

"Well how do you usually get off when I'm not here?" He chuckles in disbelief at what you had just admitted to him.

"I don't know, I just don't," You say with a light chuckle and look away in slight embarrassment.

The revelation that you would wait for him to come back home to you and fuck you had him hardening in his pants. There was no way his baby went on without any relief.

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"Come on baby, you can do it."

Your right arm is tired from locked position you have it in as your middle and ring finger move in and out of your hot, wet pussy. Your forehead is glistening in sweat and your chest moves up and down with heavy breathes as you lay your head back onto his shoulder as he sits behind you on the bed. You could almost cry as you've been trying to get off for the past thirty minutes.

You let out a frustrated whine when you can feel the ache of your fingers, scared of loosing the arousal, you pull them out. The slick clinging on makes you shiver.

"I-I can't do it anymore. Please!" You cry out and look up towards his face to make him see your desperation.

But when you look up you see his eyes on your sex, eyebrows furrowed, an almost angry look on his face. He breathes out of his nose before his hand replaces your own, his two fingers slipping right in and move at a faster pace than what you were doing.

"So wet baby, look at this. Why can't you get off like good girl?" You let out a shaky moan as you looked down, watching his hands play at your cunt. His fingers reaching places you couldn't reach and the other hand rubbing on your swollen clit. You then feel his lips on your neck, kissing and licking, all the sensations making tears form in your eyes.

“So pathetic, can’t even do it yourself. Look how you writhe baby.” He chuckles, hearing the squelching at the pace he was going. You begin writhing, body moving in jolts at the sensation of your orgasm coming.

"Uhn! I- I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

“My poor baby, how long have you gone without getting off, huh? Don’t worry I got you. Need another one from you.” He coos

pulled this out of drafts to give new followers something, almost done with uni for the summer so I can focus on finishing writing the bigger projects

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eren buys you pretty underwear to merit special occasions, but more often than not, you're opening a little gift-wrapped box he got you "just because" only to find a thong that says all you can eat with an arrow pointing at the crotch.

a few weeks later when he's shimmying your sleep shorts off, you hear a bark of laughter from between your thighs. you'd forgotten what you'd slipped on in your sleepy haste to get to bed from the shower, and embarrassment warms your face, one hand reaching around for a pillow to thwack eren with.

"wait, babe, no- it's funny- ow!"

"it's laundry day, stop laughing!"

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thinking about being sugus n satorus pretty angel ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১…

They’d have you legs spread between the both of them just how they liked you, naked n’ crying.

Satoru would have a pink vibrator buzzing against your clit, while suguru played with whatever part of your body he thought needed some attention.

You’d just finished what seemed like your third orgasm, and they still didn’t show any signs of stopping. “Needa stretch that pussy as much as possible m’kay?” Suguru told you, petting the inside of your thigh as satoru eyed your sloppy pussy hungrily. The black hair male’s words were so soft n sultry, easing your mind with his honey-coated speak.

Meanwhile gojo was completely enamored by your body, paying attention to every buck of your hips and every whine that slipped your mouth.

“Ooh, that was a pretty one wasn’t it?” Suguru comments, referring to your orgasm. He gives you a coy smile as he fondles with your breasts. He leans down n takes one tit in his mouth, rolling over the pebbled flesh with his warm tounge while he pinches the other one, making sure its’ twin doesn’t feel left out.

“Shit…shes fucking gorgeous suguru. Pussy’s so damn wet.” Satoru groans, replacing the pink vibrator with his own finger. You whine as he ran the single digit up and down your slit, making sure to give your clit an occasional flick.

Suguru lets out a little chuckle at his best friends infatuation with your cunt. “I bet, I can hear her from here.” He’s talking about the lewd squelches coming down from your legs, your folds practically dripping with your slick.

Satoru slides his cum-covered finger into your hole, earning a gasp and moan from you. Despite being completely lax from your multitude of orgasms, you were still as tight as before.

The white hair man lets out a frustated sigh, pulling out his finger from your ever so tight cunny. “Are you sure she can take both of us?” He starts. “Stretched her out forever n she’s still as tight as a fucking virgin.”

Gojo seems to get impatient more easily than Geto, who continues to play with your body without any care despite satoru’s concern.

“Nah,” he answers finally. “She take can the both of us, can’t you?” He coos to you, leaning close your to face with that seductive smile of his.

His words made you want to take them both, even if you knew damn well you’d tap out before they could bottom out. Even so, you nod quickly, eager to please them. Eager for praise.

Geto’s smile widens briefly before kissing your temple. “Good girl. Told ya’ she could.”

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adventures of sugardaddy nanami kento and his frugal sugarbaby

nanami kento x reader ; domestic fluff ; suggestive

MDNI — 18+ interactions only

you were probably the most frugal sugar baby nanami had ever met. given you were the only sugar baby he'd met.

he heaved a heavy sigh as his quiet footsteps came to a stop several feet behind you. you were clad in nothing but a shirt two sizes too big, a thin layer of sweat on your skin shining in the yellow light that seeped into his kitchen, steam swirling through the air as you scrubbed away.

"you know i have a dishwasher, right?" he huffed almost disappointedly.

you squeaked a sound of confusion. "why would i use that when i could just wash them?" you tutted as if it was the obvious answer.

he draped his body over yours, melting into you. "because the dishwasher came with the place," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, softly grumbling at the feeling of the small wet spots against your tummy. "i pay you to sit pretty, i didn't pay you to be a maid," he mumbled into your shoulder. "have you even bought anything for yourself with your allowance?"

a wide smile spread across your face, your posture perking against his weight. "yes!" you say proudly, "this dish rack and this scrub daddy!" you chime, holding up the yellow smiley face for kento to see.

your brows quirked into confusion as kento sucked in a slow, deep breath through his nose. "so... you bought me something?" he pointed out trying his hardest not to pinch the bridge of his nose.

you hummed in thought, "well technically i bought us something."

he seemed to slump heavier against you, "seriously, what am i to do with you?"

"praise me for my sound financial decisions and clean dishes?" you giggled, turning your head to plant a soft kiss against his cheek.

the grip around your midsection tightened, kento's body rapidly heating, "if it's praise you want, it's praise you'll get," his voice rumbled deep in his chest as he slowly pulled you away from the sink, uncaring that you weren't done yet. not even the running faucet was enough to keep him from pulling you back to bed so you can sit pretty exactly how he wanted.

A/N : idk if i'll make this a series tbh i just wanted to get this out. it got me through washing a mountain of dishes lol ahhh I was also itching to post bc I missed you guys

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Male House Wife! Suguru x Hardworking Husband Satoru x Hardworking Wife Reader... hear me out...

Male House Wife! Suguru, who wakes up snuggled between Satoru and You. Both of your heads on his chest and arms tangled around his torso.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who struggles to wake both you and Satoru up, you have a busy day ahead after all.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who is able to free himself from your grasps, only to watch you and Satoru gravitate towards each other.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who always chuckles to himself as he heads to the bathroom to get the shower going for you and Satoru to start your day.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who gets you up first, tugging you from Satoru’s iron grip so he can carry you to the bathroom. Setting you down on the counter to slowly wake you up by showering you in soft kisses.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who undresses you from the little clothes you’re wearing and gets you in the shower. Leaving to go wake up the bear known as Satoru.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who drags Satoru into the bathroom just as you’re getting out, laughing softly as Satoru perks up a bit at the sight of your bare body.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who forces Satoru into the shower claiming that he simply does not have time to do anything other than get ready. All the while he's tugging you and your towel-clad body back into your shared bedroom.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who eats you out on the bed while Satoru showers because he just can't help himself. Only to be interrupted by Satoru's loud whine from the shower about not being included.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who drags you back into the bathroom so Satoru isn't left out, who gets you back in the shower so he can clamber in as well just so he can take care of both of you.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who hushes you when you tell him it would have saved a lot of time and water had you three just done this in the first place... as if it isn't an every morning occurrence.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who dries off quickly so he can go make breakfast and pack your lunches while you and Satoru get ready for the mission the higher-ups planned.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who sees the two of you off for the day, giggling to himself about the slight limp to Satoru's walk and the noticeable tremble in your legs.

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Audience of One pt.2

Satoru x fem!reader x Suguru

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Word count: 6.1k

Summary: When Suguru first walked in on you and Satoru having sex, it was an accident. But he couldn't say the same about every time after that. He's under the impression that this habit of his is a secret. But you and Satoru have known this whole time and didn't plan on letting Suguru know anytime soon.

Info: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, PiV sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, threesome, hair pulling, choking, reader receiving oral, Male receiving oral, praise/degradation kink, spanking, begging, pet names (princess, baby, love, etc), established relationship w Gojo, aftercare, basically 90% porn 10% fluff, Gojo teaching Geto how to fuck you, Geto is a lil shy at first

pt.1 pt.3

"Ah, fuck," Gojo moaned out, throwing his head back.

"Shhh," you shushed with a teasing giggle, "We wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would we?"

You were sat on Gojo's cock, hands pressed into his chest and knees bent on either side.

Geto’s breath hitched and eyes widened from your words. We wouldn't want anyone to hear us?

You're not serious... right?

Gojo looked up at you and bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh.

You both had already noticed Geto watching you.

This was becoming a little game for you two. Trying to see how long you two could keep the innocent act together, all while waiting to see how long it would take until Geto caved and admitted. Which would come first?

"Mm," you hummed as you lifted your hips, letting Gojo's cock nearly slip out, before pushing back down and taking him fully.

Geto watched, unable to peel his eyes away. He wanted so badly to join. He was tired of having to stand on the sidelines. But at the same time he would never admit his wrongdoings.

No, instead he was forced to watch in silence and suffer from his own denial and stubbornness.

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Days passed and Geto quietly watched your lewd acts a few more times, until it was Gojo who finally caved in.

It was late at night and Gojo had just come back home from exorcising a particularly dangerous cursed spirit. You wanted to help him unwind and he wanted to spice things up.

So there you two were, sitting on the bed, kissing passionately.

Your legs were wrapped around Gojo while his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping both of you upright as he sat at the edge of the bed.

When Gojo broke the kiss, his eyes were dark and hungry. You looked up at him, breathing heavily, and bit your lip.

"What is it, baby?" You asked in a seductive tone, running a hand through his hair.

He stared into your eyes, thinking. He was tired of this charade. Tired of the act.

He grabbed your hand from his hair and kissed the palm of it,

"I think," he paused and kissed your wrist, "it's about time," then kissed the crook of your elbow, "we end this little game," his lips moved to your shoulder.

"What do you mean?" You asked him with a confused expression.

Gojo moved his mouth down your other arm, leaving kisses and hickeys, and didn't answer.

When he reached your wrist, he lifted his head and smirked. "Don't worry," he kissed the back of your hand, "you'll see."

Before you could ask anymore questions, Gojo moved to your neck.

He kissed the base and then licked his way up the side. When his lips reached your ear, he kissed the shell and whispered, "Just relax and let us take care of you."

Us? Did he mean…?

Realization flashed across your face and you bit your lip to hide your embarrassed smile.

"Oh, so we're finally letting him in?" You asked, turning your head slightly.

"I'm tired of seeing him look so pathetic," he chuckled, "he needs this as much as we do."

Geto’s eyes squinted from outside the bedroom. He tried to listen in to what you and Gojo were saying, but your voices were too low.

"And what if I don't want him to join?" You teased, both of you knowing full well that was a lie.

Gojo smirked and tilted his head, "Oh yeah? Then why is our bedroom door unlocked and cracked open? I should go close it then, shouldn’t I?”

"Maybe I just didn't want to get up," you replied nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.

"Sure," he laughed and rolled his eyes, "I bet you're soaking wet, aren't you?”

You brought your finger up to your lip and tapped it, pretending to be in deep thought. “You wanna check?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’d love to,” he replied with a smirk and grazed his fingers just barely under the hem of your pants.

“But I bet Suguru would be more than willing to check as well,” he whispered in your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a breathy sigh, enjoying his touch.

A shiver went down your spine as his breath hit your neck and you opened your eyes again, looking back up at him.

Nodding your head, you gave Gojo permission to finally invite his friend in.

Gojo smiled and turned his head towards the door.

"Suguru," he called out in a lilted tone, "get in here."

Geto's eyes widened and he felt a rush of emotions.

How did Gojo know he was there?

And why was he calling him inside?

Geto didn't move. He stayed frozen where he was.

"Geto," Gojo said once more.

Still no response.

"Come on, you don’t want to leave the lady waiting, do you?” Gojo was growing impatient.

Finally, Geto pushed the door open.

"How did you-"

"Know you were here?" Gojo finished his question, "Because I know my best friend. Plus you did a shitty job at hiding it- we knew this whole time.”

Geto's face turned red and he looked down. He felt so embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," was all he could muster up, looking at his feet.

"For what?" Gojo asked, cocking his head to the side.

Geto looked at you, still clung to Gojo and sat on his lap. You bit your lip when your eyes met and attempted to hold back a giggle.

"For, um..." Geto cleared his throat, "for watching."

"Watching what?" You asked, feigning ignorance, with a faux confused expression.

Gojo snorted, amused, and shook his head.

"Okay, that’s enough messing with him, I want him to be able to enjoy this," Gojo said and looked back to Geto.

You turned to Gojo and pouted while looking up at him, “No fun,” you mumbled and rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t contain the smirk that began to shape your lips.

Geto felt his pants grow tighter and he gulped.

You and Gojo had been teasing him for weeks. Was he finally about to get what he wanted?

"Well," Gojo continued, drawing out the word, "if you're so sorry, then why don’t you show us? Actions speak louder than words, right?”

You turned your attention to Geto, curious to see how he'd react.

"You mean...?" He asked, eyes wide and pupils dilated.

"Yes, Geto," Gojo answered, “Unless you don’t want to?” He questioned, knowing fully well how desperately Geto wanted his turn.

"No! I mean, yes, I want to," he blurted out.

"Perfect," Gojo said, smirking. "Then go ahead. Don’t be shy.”

Gojo then lifted you from your ass and positioned you to sit on the bed, you legs dangling off the edge.

Geto approached the two of you. He stopped a few steps away and looked at Gojo, unsure.

"W-what should I do?” Geto asked.

"I think you know what," Gojo replied with a chuckle.

"Y-yeah, I know, but," Geto was so nervous. Despite the amount of times he’d imagined this scenario, he never actually thought it would happen! And now that it was happening- he was at a loss.

You observed Geto, watching the gears spin behind his eyes as he wracked his brain for answers. You almost couldn’t help but laugh, taking pleasure in his embarrassment.

But you decided to remain gentle and take some pity on him. You had been torturing him for weeks after all.

With an outstretched hand you motioned forward and and said, "Come here."

Geto took a deep breath, glanced at you, and then back at Gojo. Gojo nodded, indicating to his friend to follow your instruction.

He hesitantly stepped forward and stood between your legs. He reached his hand out and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

He smiled at the gesture, enjoying how soft and delicate you were.

“She’s very responsive,” Gojo told Geto, “Every little touch affects her more than you think.” He chuckled and laid back onto the bed, propping himself up with his elbows to watch the show.

Geto nodded and looked back at you, studying your features.

God, you were so beautiful.

He didn't want to rush anything. No, he wanted to savor this moment.

So, Geto continued to study you. His thumb traced the shape of your cheek bone and jawline, moving down to your chin.

You kept your eyes closed and enjoyed the attention, humming softly.

“Are you getting hard just from looking at her?!” Gojo blurted out, interrupting Geto’s focus.

You couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped your lips.

Geto turned red and his fingers grasped your chin harder than intended.

"Fuck, sorry," he said, loosening his grip.

"Don't worry, Suguru, she likes it rough too." he assured his friend, "Right, princess?"

You hummed in response, smirking with your eyes still closed.

“Although, I suppose you would know that, wouldn’t you?” He said, cocking his head to the side, his blue eyes piercing into Geto.

Geto swallowed hard.

“Don’t feel bad,” you opened your eyes and looked up at him, “I’ll tell you a secret,” you motioned for him to come closer.

He dipped his head while you also met him halfway, moving into the crook of his neck and whispered against his ear, “We liked it.”

You felt the shiver go down his spine and smiled.

Gojo sat up and looked at the both of you,

"As much as I'd love to continue teasing him," Gojo paused and looked at you with a devilish grin, "I want him to see how pretty you look when you cum. How much better the view is up close.”

Geto couldn’t help but moan at Gojo's words. He was so desperate. So turned on.

He pulled away from your embrace and looked down, admiring the sight of you.

The way you looked up at him, waiting patiently for him to make his move. The way your shirt was bunched up just enough to reveal the skin above your waistline. And the way your pants sat on your hips, taunting him, begging him to take them off.

"Please," he whispered, looking into your sparkling eyes, "can I take these off?" He asked, tugging on the hem of your pants.

You tilted your head and gave him a small pout, “Just those?” You asked, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

Geto let out a small groan and his cock twitched.

"Can I take everything off?" He asked.

You giggled, loving the way his desperation was beginning to show. "Please do," you smiled sweetly at him.

Geto waisted no time, his hands quickly beginning to tug the bottom of your shirt over your head.

“Fuck- thank you,” he moaned once he took in the sight of your topless figure.

Your tits were the perfect size. And god, the way they were framed by the thin bra you were wearing. It was almost too much for him.

Geto grabbed your chest and pushed them together.

"Fuck," he whispered and leaned his head forward, his lips attaching to the top of one of your breasts. "Mmm," you hummed as Geto licked and sucked the area around your nipple, "I thought you were going to take my clothes off, Sugu," you whined.

“Got distracted,” he mumbled against your skin, his gaze never leaving your body in front of him, even as he unclasped your bra and let it fall on the bed.

Gojo snickered at his comment and watched in amusement. He could tell his friend was struggling.

It was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes, really.

But Geto just couldn’t decide which part of you he wanted to give his attention to first.

He kissed and sucked every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. His hands were everywhere- running through your hair, groping your chest, squeezing your waist, and grabbing your ass.

His hands were practically shaking as they moved down your hips.

Geto tugged the belt loops of your pants, pulling them down to the floor, and revealing the matching panties that covered your cunt.

He bit his lip and stared, completely transfixed. Your pussy was dripping wet, a stain of your arousal already formed on the fabric.

He couldn’t resist- but at the same time, he didn’t want this to end.

Gojo interrupted his trance, "Touch her. Please, I can't stand seeing her suffer." And with that encouragement, Geto didn't need to be told twice.

He ran a finger up the center of your panties and pressed his thumb into the spot above your clit.

You let out a gasp, surprised at his sudden boldness, and closed your eyes.

Geto looked up at your face, studying your reactions.

Your lips were parted slightly, letting the heavy breaths that escaped them fill the room.

Then he quickly stood up and looked down at you with determination in his eyes, “Sit on my face,” he demanded, his voice low and desperate, “please, I need you to.” he added softly, and averted eye contact, unsure if his previous tone had been too harsh.

You looked at him, taken aback, and bit your lip.

"Ooh, someone's getting bold," Gojo said as he leaned forward and sat with his legs crossed. His elbows rested on his knees while he held his head in his palms, observing you and Geto with a newfound fascination.

Nodding, you smirked and stood up from the bed.

Both Gojo and Geto watched with hungry eyes as you pulled off the remaining piece of clothing, revealing the dripping wet mess that had been building this whole time.

"Lie down," you motioned for Geto to get onto the bed. He quickly obliged and lay flat on his back.

Gojo scooted over, making room for you and assisting you into position.

Geto's hands rested on your thighs, guiding you closer to his face.

His breathing became heavy as his nose was engulfed in the scent of your arousal.

He didn't even notice Gojo's hand sneak up the back of your head.

But he did notice the way you whimpered when Gojo pulled your hair, involuntarily making your back to arch and muscles to relax- forcing you to fully sit on Suguru's face.

"Oh," was the only word that could escape your mouth in a soft moan.

Geto was in heaven.

He licked and sucked on your folds, savoring the taste.

His fingers dug into your skin, pulling you closer and keeping you in place as you attempted to ride him, hoping that would give him some air. But he wasn't having it. He wanted you to suffocate him.

You looked over at Gojo, his expression full of hunger, and you couldn't help but lean over and kiss him. His grip tightened on your hair and you gasped into his mouth.

Geto was so hard.

Your gasps and whimpers, the taste of your cunt, the scent of your arousal, and the feeling of your soft skin were driving him crazy.

"Look at you," Gojo cooed as he pulled you back, using his grip on your hair. "All flushed and wet. God, you're such a pretty little slut."

He was right.

You were a mess.

A pretty, blushing, panting mess.

"And what a lucky man, Suguru is," he smirked, looking down at his friend, "having you sitting on his face. The perfect throne for the perfect princess."

Your eyes fluttered closed, his words and Suguru's tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Geto was moaning against your pussy, the vibrations sending shock waves through your body.

"I'm... close," you managed to pant out with your eyes rolled back and brows knitted together.

"Already?" Gojo teased, "Suguru, slow down. We don't want our girl cumming too fast."

"But..." you whimpered and opened your eyes to glare at him.

"Shh," Gojo hushed you patronizingly, "you wouldn't want to be rude to our guest, would you? Be a good girl and hold out for a little longer- for his sake." He released your hair and gave you a look that made it clear you didn't have a choice.

You whined and pouted, but did as you were told.

Geto's pace turned agonizingly slow. He had switched to long, languid strokes, focusing on collecting as much of your juices as possible.

He was determined to savor this moment.

Gojo admired the view. The way your back was arched and muscles tensed, trying desperately to hold off your orgasm.

Your chest heaved and you were letting out small whimpers, unable to control yourself.

The heat in your abdomen grew more and more. "Fuck!" you cried out, nearing dangerously close.

Your hands found their way into Geto's hair, holding on tightly as a means to keep you grounded.

Gojo smirked. He was thoroughly enjoying the way your composure was slowly slipping. "What's wrong, Princess?" he asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Feeling a little overwhelmed?"

You couldn't answer him. Instead, you threw your head back and let out a drawn out moan.

"I don't know… how much longer I can wait," you cried, voice trembling.

"Shh," Gojo soothed, and patted your head, "don't worry, baby. We won't make you wait much longer. Right, Suguru?" He asked his friend.

"Mhm," was his reply, a hum of confirmation.

Gojo nodded and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were half lidded and glassy as you stared back at him.

"Just a little longer, okay?" he whispered, kissing your forehead.

You nodded, barely registering his words.

Geto continued his ministrations, slowly pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Gojo watched you closely, recognizing all the signs of your nearing orgasm.

Your walls fluttered and you let out a high pitched whine. With each new flick of his tongue your hips began rocking and your moans grew louder.

"There's a good girl," Gojo praised, "you've been so patient for us, haven't you?" You nodded again, biting your lip.

"Okay," Gojo said, "go ahead, Princess. Let go. Cum for us."

At his command, Geto's hands gripped your thighs even harder, holding you flush against his face.

He swirled his tongue around your clit, eliciting the most sinful sounds from your lips.

The heat that had been pooling in your stomach finally overflowed and waves of pleasure washed over you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck- Yes!" you cried out.

Geto groaned into you, eagerly lapping up all of your juices.

You tasted sweeter than he ever could have imagined.

His head was swimming, unable to process anything except for the pleasurable sensation of his tongue pressed against your clit.

And you were just as lost in your own pleasure.

You continued grinding against him as your orgasm washed over you.

Your head was thrown back and mouth fell open, letting moans spill past your lips.

Gojo saw this as the perfect opportunity to bury himself in your neck. He kissed and nibbled while whispering into your skin.

"That's it, just like that. God, you're so beautiful when you cum," he moaned, his cock straining painfully against his pants. "You've made Suguru a very happy man, princess," he added.

"Mhm" Geto hummed in agreeance into your cunt, the vibrations mixed with his tongue still lapping overstimulated you, causing your legs to shake and squeeze.

"Ah!" you whimpered as your muscles involuntarily contracted, pulling Geto impossibly closer when your thighs squeezed him.

Gojo laughed and looked at Geto, "Looks like she's holding you captive."

"Not that I mind," he smirked against your pussy, "I could die here and be completely happy."

Geto's words sent a shiver down your spine and you moaned, releasing him from the grip of your thighs.

With one final lick of a stripe up your cunt, you collapsed into the bed, panting heavily on your back.

Gojo smiled and brushed the hair that had stuck to your forehead away. "Such a good girl," he praised.

asking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"Now," Gojo looked over to his friend and nodded in your direction, "Tell her nice things and touch her gently. Let her know how much you enjoyed that. She loves the attention, especially after she's been fucked out of her mind."

Geto followed his friends advice.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, moving closer to you. "Your taste," he kissed your jaw, "your smell," he kissed your neck, "the sound of your moans," he kissed your collarbone. "You're absolutely perfect."

"Mmm," you hummed, enjoying his words full of genuine emotion.

Geto moved even closer, hovering over your body. His lips ghosted over your skin as he spoke,

"Thank you," he whispered, "that was everything I ever dreamed of and more."

His words sent a wave of pride over you and you smiled, "You're welcome."

Gojo chuckled and shook his head, "Don't get her ego too inflated now," he joked, "she's already too much."

You giggled and turned to look at Gojo, "Like you're one to talk."

"Guilty," he smirked, then looked over to his friend, "but we do have a problem."

Geto looked at him with a confused expression.

"Our princess has had an orgasm," he stated.

Geto nodded.

"And you haven't."

Geto's eyes widened, the realization of Gojo's intentions finally hitting him. He was going to let his friend get pleasured by his girlfriend.

"Let me take care of you both," You looked between Gojo and Geto with a smile and reached out to pull Gojo closer.

Once he was within arms reach you began to undress him, starting with his shirt. He let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of your hands roaming his chest.

"You're such a tease," he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed.

"You love it," you whispered into his ear while palming his cock over his jeans. And once Gojo let out a strangled groan you pulled away with a giggle and turned to focus your attention on undressing Geto.

You started by pulling his shirt over his head.

As soon as the fabric hit the floor, Gojo leaned in and pressed his chest into your back, "Why did I ever let you get so fucking smug?" he asked while running his fingers through your hair.

You looked over your shoulder and smirked, "You love me."

"Hm, I do," he whispered against your ear and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Meanwhile, Geto was watching the two of you with wide eyes and a growing blush.

The way you and Gojo moved around each other, teasing and flirting- it was mesmerizing.

And when Gojo began sucking hickeys into the side of your neck, Geto couldn't help but groan.

Your hand moved up his chest and stopped at his lips. "Shh, patience," you smiled, "we haven't forgotten about you."

"You haven't, maybe," Gojo mumbled into your neck.

"Don't listen to him," you said, looking at Geto and giving him a playful smile, "he's just jealous I haven't been tending to him."

"Hey!" Gojo protested and bit your neck in retaliation, which caused a squeal to slip past your lips.

Gojo took undressing himself into his own hands as you continued assisting Geto.

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his thighs, his boxers following right after.

Once the three of you were fully naked, Geto looked between the two of you with a questioning gaze.

"Um, how should I... position myself?" he asked hesitantly, unsure of where he would be allowed to touch and what his role would be.

"You're our guest tonight, Suguru," Gojo said, "I'll let you decide."

"Really?!" He looked at Gojo, surprised by the freedom he was given.

"Mhm," Gojo hummed and nodded.

"Thank you," he replied.

Geto took a few moments to think.

He knew he wanted to watch your face, see every emotion and expression you made.

If he and Gojo were going to have you at the same time then that meant he would have you blow him while Gojo takes you from the back, then he could see the expressions from both of the cocks in you. It’s a win/win/win.

"I want to lay down," Geto stated, "and I want to be able to see her face," he added, nodding in your direction.

"How should I-" you began asking, but Gojo cut you off.

“You’re going to lay on your stomach and I’m going to lift your pretty ass in the air. And while I’m fucking you, instead of pushing your face into the mattress I’ll be shoving your mouth on Suguru’s cock. Sound good?” He smirked, waiting for a reaction.

Your eyes widened and your cunt throbbed.

He wasn’t asking, he was telling.

And his tone of voice sent a shockwave through your body, making your pussy clench around nothing.

You gulped and nodded your head, your arousal already building from the mental image your boyfriend painted.

Geto sat back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him, and waited patiently. You lay on the bed on your stomach, legs bent with your ass sticking up.

Gojo positioned himself behind you and held his cock in his hand.

Once you positioned yourself properly between them you looked forward. You saw Geto slowly pumping his cock in his fist, eyes half closed as he gazed across your body.

A low moan escaped his lips as his thumb pressed into the tip, spreading the precum that had gathered there.

"Mmm," he groaned and closed his eyes.

You licked your lips, already eagerly anticipating what was to come.

Gojo rubbed his tip against your entrance, letting out a groan as he felt your slickness. "She's so fucking wet," he moaned, "it's all because of you, Suguru."

Geto opened his eyes and looked at you.

Your head was now resting on his thigh, lips parted and pupils dilated.

He watched as Gojo's cock slowly entered you and the way your eyes rolled back and a long, drawn out moan spilled past your lips.

Geto couldn't take it anymore.

He needed to feel your mouth on his cock.

He grabbed the base of his shaft and held his tip to your lips. "Open," he commanded, his tone low and firm.

His commanding voice instantly made your pussy clench and you followed instructions, parting your lips while holding his intense gaze.

Geto let out a satisfied moan once he felt the warmth of your mouth envelope his cock.

"Fuck, yes," he said through gritted teeth, "so good."

"She is, isn't she?" Gojo praised as he began to pick up his pace. "Fuck, so tight too," he moaned, his hand reaching for your hair, grabbing a fistful and forcing your mouth down onto Geto's cock.

"Fuck!" Geto shouted as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes watered and a gurgled moan tried to escape your throat, but it was stifled from Geto’s cock that was buried in your mouth.

"Good girl," Gojo groaned, his hand moving to the base of your neck, "taking my cock and sucking off Suguru like the good little slut you are."

Geto and Gojo were in heaven. And so were you.

Both of their cocks filling you from either end, their praises filling your ears and the feeling of their bodies pressed against yours.

This was surly heaven.

With each new thrust from Gojo’s end your body lurched forward, making Geto's cock hit the back of your throat.

The sensation caused you to gag and tears to spill from your eyes, leaving a wet trail down your cheeks.

"Fuck," Geto moaned and gripped the sheets, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back. He was desperate to take in your every expression.

"Mmm," you hummed, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"You like having your holes fucked at the same time, don't you?" Geto asked, his voice low and raspy. He was quickly becoming more comfortable and confident with his role in your new arrangement.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave a small nod, humming again in agreeance.

"Such a slutty girl," Gojo said, picking up his pace.

You whined around Geto's cock, the praise causing a new rush of heat to form in your stomach.

Gojo continued his praises, knowing how much they affected you, “Our perfect, little, slutty girl, aren’t you? Just a desperate, needy, little, slut who loves having her holes stuffed full at the same time. You love being used like a little fuck toy, don't you?”

His words went straight to your cunt and your walls began fluttering.

Your muffled moans were constant as your orgasm quickly approached. One of Gojo’s hands moved to rub circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer with every passing second.

"Are you close, Princess?" he asked, knowing fully well that you were.

"Mmm!" you whined, choking on Geto’s cock while trying to push back onto Gojo’s.

"Oh, so desperate," he smirked and leaned forward, "I should make you beg for it, like the little slut you are," he whispered into your ear.

You tried to protest, shaking your head and moaning into Geto's dick.

Gojo chuckled and looked at Geto. "What do you think?"

Geto hummed and considered his options.

He was already so close, and judging from the way your moans and breathing were increasing, you were as well.

But the idea of getting to hear your desperate, breathless, pleas, was too much to pass up.

"Make her beg," he said, smirking.

"Mm-mm!" You whined, desperately trying to communicate with them.

"Oh?” Gojo looked down at you, “You heard the man- beg, princess.”

“Mmph!” You’re begs fell flat into muffled whimpers and the only thing you could do was look up at Geto with tears in your eyes and a pleading expression.

Geto couldn’t help the groan that slipped past his lips. Seeing you so helpless, completely at his and Gojo's mercy, was exhilarating.

"I can't hear you," Gojo teased, slowing down his pace.

You whined and attempted to meet his thrusts halfway by pushing you ass onto him. But Gojo quickly caught on and gave you a quick smack on your ass.

"No," he growled, "you’ve been such a good girl tonight, don’t make that change."

You let out a frustrated sob, the feeling of desperation and the ache between your legs overwhelming. "Plmm," you begged, your words barely audible against the bobbing of Geto’s cock, "plmm, plmm, plmm," you continued, your voice growing more whimpered.

"What was that?" Geto asked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and prompting your head off his cock, allowing the desperate whines and sobs to slip past your lips.

"P-please," you managed to say, looking up at him with desperation in your eyes.

"Please what?" Gojo asked, slowing down his thrusts and giving your ass another hard smack.

"Fuck!" You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, "please, please, please, I'm begging you," you pleaded looking between the two men, "please let me cum!” Your legs trembled and your body tensed as you fought against every cell in your being that called for release.

Geto let go of your hair and shoved his cock back into your mouth.

"Well, since you begged so nicely," he smirked, and Gojo began his relentless assault on your pussy.

You let out a loud, muffled moan as both of their cocks filled you.

Your mind was completely blank. All you could do was focus on the intense waves of pleasure that crashed through your body, spiraling you into the depths of your orgasm.

"Fuck!" Gojo groaned, the way your cunt pulsed and squeezed his cock sending him over the edge, his hot load painting the inside of your walls.

Geto was next. He threw his head back and gripped your hair tightly in place as his seed spilled into your mouth.

"Fuck, take it, just like that," he moaned.

His praise mixed with Gojo's continued thrusts, and the taste of his cum coating your tongue, sent another shock wave of pleasure through you.

"Mmmm!" you screamed, or at least you would have if your mouth wasn't currently occupied.

Geto looked down at you and his heart skipped a beat.

The way you looked up at him with a hazy, blissful expression, tears in your eyes and cheeks red. You looked absolutely radiant.

"Fuck, so good," Gojo moaned, slowing down his thrusts.

Once the three of you were completely spent, Geto pulled his cock from your mouth and collapsed back onto the bed.

A deep breath released from your lips once your mouth was free. You found your self slumped against Geto’s thigh, eyes shut and in your own world.

"She's perfect," Geto sighed, staring at the ceiling.

"She is," Gojo agreed, slowly pulling his softening cock out of you.

You felt his warmth leave and let out a small whine, suddenly feeling very empty. It was a harsh difference from the complete fullness you felt just moments before.

"Shh," Gojo reassured you, running a hand up and down your back, "just wait a minute. I'm going to get something to clean us up, okay?"

You nodded and managed a small, “Mhm,”

"Come here, sweet girl," Geto coaxed and pulled your head onto his chest.

You gladly took his invitation and let him hold you while Gojo went and grabbed some water and warm towels.

Geto ran his fingers through your hair and planted small kisses on the top of your head, "You were absolutely perfect," he praised.

You smiled and looked up at him.

He was completely flushed and sweaty, but still looked just as beautiful as always. "Thank you," you smiled and kissed him.

The two of you lay there, kissing lazily and whispering praises, until Gojo came back. He walked into the room and smiled, seeing you curled up on Geto's chest.

"Here," he said, handing Geto a glass of water, "let's get her sitting up."

Geto nodded and helped you sit up, propping you against his chest. He held the glass to your lips and you met him half way, bringing yourself up to drink.

"Slow sips, sweet girl," he coaxed and you complied, taking small sips.

"That's it, so good," he praised, making your heart flutter.

"Yes, you did such a good job, baby." Gojo said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "You were so pretty for us, and we're so proud."

He was right, you did a great job.

They were both very happy and pleased with you, and you loved it.

"I'll take care of you, just sit back and let us do everything." Gojo reassured you, taking the glass and setting it on the nightstand.

He handed Geto a towel, then cleaned you off with the other.

"Thank you," Geto said, "for inviting, I mean."

"You're welcome," Gojo replied, "you're always invited. Right, princess?"

You hummed, unable to form proper words, and snuggled back into Geto's chest.

Gojo chuckled and shook his head. He brought another clean towel up to your face and gently wiped away the dried tears and drool. When he was satisfied with his work he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and whispered in your ear, “Go to sleep now, love,”

You smiled and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Geto held you close, stroking your hair, while Gojo crawled into the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chest pressed into your back and his legs tangled with yours.

Geto was laying beside you, still holding your head on his chest and rubbing gentle circles into your hip.

With the two men holding you so tightly and protectively, it didn't take long for sleep to fully overcome you.

Gojo and Geto followed shortly after.

The three of you spent the night in each other's arms, peacefully sleeping.

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Audience of One pt.1

Satoru x fem!reader x Suguru

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Word count: 2k

Summary: When Suguru first walked in on you and Satoru having sex, it was an accident. But he couldn't say the same about every time after that. He's under the impression that this habit of his is a secret. But you and Satoru have known this whole time and didn't plan on letting Suguru know anytime soon.

Info: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, PiV sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, hair pulling, choking, male masturbation, male receiving oral, praise/degradation, pet names (princess, baby, love, etc), established relationship w Gojo, aftercare, porn with very little plot

pt.2 pt.3

It began as an accident. Geto never meant to walk in on you and Gojo during an... intimate moment. But boy was he glad that he did.

Planning to tell you two about the cursed spirits that he had just delt with, he walked to your guy’s room. Without bothering to knock, the knob twisted under his palm.

The door barely opened a crack, before he heard what was happening. His face instantly turned red and he froze in place.

Shaking his head, he snapped out of his daze. What was he doing? He needed to leave and give you two your privacy!

…Right?

But he just couldn’t bring himself to leave. As perverted as it was, he was enjoying the sounds coming from the room.

One particular moan from you pushed his curiosity over the edge.

He stood there for a few moments, in an internal debate. But his lustful inquisitiveness got the best of him, and it only took a moment before he built up enough courage to take a peek inside.

Just a peek.

The way Gojo was thrusting his cock into you, the look on your face and the sounds coming out of your mouth, it made Geto feel things. He had never thought about either of you that way before. But now, after seeing such a sight, there would be no going back.

You two didn't notice Geto peering in from the crack of your door, so it was no harm right?

At least that's how he justified it.

The only trouble was that you two had noticed.

Gojo lifted your legs over his shoulders and lowered himself closer to you. His forearms were on each side of your head and he dipped his lips to pepper your neck with kisses as he bottomed out into your tight cunt.

Between kisses he traced his tongue up to your ear and whispered, "It looks like we have an audience," his head briefly tilted in the direction of the door.

"Suguru," he clarified, making sure his volume was low enough for your ears only. Your eyes widened and before you could reply his cock hit your g-spot, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh, you like that?" he asked loudly with a condescending smirk, tilting his head slightly. His words has a double meaning- you knew that when you nodded your head, looking up at him with a pleading expression.

"Who knew my sweet girl could be such a slut?" he chuckled and shook is head, "Use your words, princess, I need to hear you say it," he raised an eyebrow waiting for your confirmation, while simultaneously fucking you into the bed.

“Yes!” You managed to choke out the words between all the moans that left your lips, “Yes, Gojo, I do like it,” If it wasn’t already clear enough for him that you enjoyed Geto’s voyeurism, then your words would certainly confirm your consent.

From Suguru’s perspective, this was nothing but your typical dirty talk. He continued to watch in silence, oblivious that his presence was not only known- but also welcomed.

Gojo pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips up to meet his and sliding his throbbing dick back inside.

"You want Suguru to see how good I fuck you?" He whispered as brought himself flush against you, “How much of a filthy slut you are for my cock?"

"Please, Satoru..." Your words were cut short by a gasp. Gojo had grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head back, causing your back to arch even further.

“Am I right?” He said through gritted teeth, pounding into you with a newfound strength.

“Yes I- Ah!- I love your cock,” you moan out. Legs trembling and face contorted with pleasure, the warmth in your abdomen seemed to grow as you near closer to your orgasm.

Geto's breathing grew heavy and the more he watched, the harder his cock became. He reached a hand down to palm himself through his pants, almost letting a groan escape his lips.

Gojo's grip in your hair tightened and his other hand found its way to your hip, using the grip to pull you into him repeatedly.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, knowing how close you were.

With the hand on your hip, he snaked it down to rub at your clit. And with the final thrust and rub, your walls clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper into you. You screamed his name, letting your juices drip onto his thighs and bedsheets below you.

In all your ecstasy, your eyes rolled back and moans turned into whimpers. As Gojo kept his grip on your hair your mouth fell agape. You looked fucked out of your mind.

"Such a pretty sight," he praised, letting go of you and allowing your head to drop forward. He continued to fuck you as you rode out your high.

As your high died down, Geto's did not. What a sight to behold.

He watched with an unyielding focus, afraid to even blink and miss a moment of your beauty.

“Fuck, you get so tight when you cum,” Gojo groaned while his thrusts began to become erratic and desperate, “You want me to cum inside you, princess? Hmm? Want to feel my cum leak out of you?"

"Mhm," was the only reply you could muster up. You were absolutely spent.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled.

He gave a few more thrusts before bottoming out into your pussy, releasing his load and filling you up to the brim. His head tilted back and his jaw dropped as he released a drawn out moan.

Gojo leaned over and kissed the top of your head as his hips slowly rocked to a stop. "You did so good, baby. So good," he whispered against the top of your head and pulled out, admiring the sight before him.

"Look at what a mess you made," he smirked.

You giggled lightly and slumped into the bed as Gojo released your hips, the exhaustion beginning to settle in.

Meanwhile, Geto remailed outside your bedroom door with a mixture of shock and craving.

A new found want was burning inside him. He had to have you, too.

He watched as Gojo gently took care of you and helped clean you up.

He felt guilty, but not for the reason you would think. Instead his guilt stemmed from the desire to take care of you and give you the aftercare you deserved too- as a way to show his appreciation for the sight he witnessed.

But he obviously wouldn't do that. Not now, at least.

Eventually, Geto pulled himself away from the crack of your bedroom door with great reluctance.

"Maybe one day," he muttered to himself, walking down the hall.

Maybe one day he'd have his chance with you. But until then, he'll have to make due with his fantasies. And the occasional secret attendance to your bedroom performances.

He was already looking forward to the next time another opportunity presented, the guilt now completely replaced with lust.

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As much as Geto didn't want to admit it, he had become addicted. Addicted to the feeling he got from watching you and Gojo.

There was something so invigorating about watching someone fuck, especially when it's your two best friends.

He felt bad at first, knowing that this was wrong. But he just couldn't stay away.

And now, after weeks of constant visits to your bedroom, his addiction had grown to something more.

He had no clue that you and Gojo knew of his presence. He had no clue that you two now purposely left your door cracked open.

No, Geto thought this was his own dirty little secret. And you and Gojo planned to keep it that way.

"Fuck!" Gojo moaned out, your name slipping past his lips.

His head was thrown back and his lips were parted, allowing all his sounds of pleasure to slip past them.

Your head was bobbing up and down as you sucked Gojo's cock, hands stroking his base. You hummed around his cock in response, sending vibrations up his body and pulling another loud groan from his mouth.

Geto had already been outside your door for a few minutes, but this was the first time he's ever seen you give Gojo a blowjob. It was a sight that made his pants tighten almost immediately, with precum staining his boxers.

He wanted so badly to be able to reach into his pants and relieve himself, but he didn't want to risk making any noise. He'd have to wait until he got back to his own room to jerk himself off, but it was worth it.

Every time it was worth it.

"God, just like that," Gojo praised, his fingers laced through your hair and pulled gently. Your hands moved to his thighs and you continued to bob your head up and down his cock.

You squeezed his legs as you pushed yourself further and further each time, letting the muscles of your throat relax until you could take his whole length.

"F-fuck," he groaned. His hips bucked involuntarily and he held his breath as he tried his best to control himself, but failed.

The sensation was too overwhelming, and Gojo quickly found himself tipping on the edge of his climax.

He was close, so close. You could feel his cock twitch against your tongue. Your name slipped from his mouth, over and over, in between his strangled moans.

And when he finally came, Geto watched as Gojo's eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaved.

Your mouth stayed wrapped around his cock as his release filled your throat. And you made sure to swallow every drop while watching Gojo’s blissed expression.

The sight almost had Geto moaning, which he quickly stifled by biting his bottom lip. That was a close call.

As the two of you were left panting, Geto silently slipped away from your bedroom door and retreated to his own room.

Once he got there, his pants were quickly undone and thrown off.

As he slipped off his boxers, he couldn’t help but wonder if this habit of his was becoming too much.

But then the image of you kneeling over Gojo’s cock- ass up in the air while you sucked him off- quickly dissolved any hesitation.

He began stroking himself at the memory. And it wasn't long before his mind wandered further.

He thought about how good you'd look sitting on his cock. How you'd feel bouncing up and down. How he’d love to take his time with you, tasting every part of your sweet body.

God, he wanted you so bad. No- he needed you. And as he imagined you moaning his name, a moan of his own slipped past his lips.

His hand stroked faster and harder until his orgasm was upon him. His mouth fell agape as ropes of cum spurted onto his fist.

As he slowly came down from his high reality began to set in. He let out a deep sigh and ran his clean hand through his hair.

Geto knew this wasn’t healthy. He knew his actions were wrong. But that didn’t stop him. In fact, the knowledge that what he was doing was so wrong was half the fun.

So what if he was addicted to watching his best friends fuck? What harm was there in that?

All he knew was that he yearned to be a part of it, to experience the intimacy shared between you and Gojo. But until then, he was more than content to observe from the sidelines.

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EAT MY WORDS, AND THEN SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE DOWN — OKKOTSU, INUMAKI

cw: choking, spit (mentioned), threesome, established relationship

Yuuta doesn’t like to share. He’s usually all or nothing, but there’s something about you and Toge that makes you both the exception to his rule. 

Maybe it’s knowing that somehow he’s found a way to have his cake and eat it, too. That he can have both of you, that you’re both his and nobody else’s, and it grants him the privilege of knowing nobody else can take either one of you away from him. 

Except for each other, but Yuuta doesn’t quite mind that. He likes watching you two have each other, likes watching Inumaki tease you while you’re kissing, because he’s messy, flashes of your tongue while he sucks on it, whiny, desperate grinding of your hips against each other that are a clear ploy to hear you whine and plead, and it works every single time. Yuuta laughs a little from where he stands in the doorway to the bathroom, ruffling a towel through his damp hair and admiring how desperate you look when Toge’s hand creeps up your neck to keep you still, the perimeter of your lips slick with spit and you gasping for air and more and more and more and—“Toge, please.” 

But Toge likes to tease, and he knows that Yuuta likes to watch, and that you can take it, so he squeezes another moan out of you before kissing your nose, then your cheeks, then your neck, all open mouth and teeth and tongue. He groans between kisses, feeds off of your whining and flimsy attempts to grab at his shirt, and bites your lip a little too hard to use the distraction to push you back against the mattress. 

Yuuta finds himself blushing when Toge is on top of you, grinding his hips down to watch your squirm, steadying your writhing with a tight grip on your jaw. He can tell it hurts a little, but you can take more—he’s seen you take more, he’s seen Toge give you more, so when he uses his other hand to press his thumb against your tongue and flatten it down, Yuuta gasps along with you. 

Toge is the one who giggles now—and audible laugh that ghosts across your tongue before he licks against yours. It’s followed by a searing kiss, moving his thumb from your mouth to your cheek in loving contrast to his biting kisses. He releases his hold on your neck for just a second, just enough to let you gasp deeply for air, before it’s back, before you’re gasping again and with strained moans, and desperate, desperate hands pawing at Toge. 

“This is certainly fun to watch,” Yuuta slings the hand towel around his neck, rounding the bed as Toge sucks at your skin and gropes your tits, and your eyes screw shut at his mercy. Toge smiles against your collar when Yuuta sits on the edge of the bed next to him, pulls back and swipes his thumb across your swollen lips with wicked intent. “But now you’re just being mean.”

Inumaki merely shrugs, sitting up over your hips and turning to Yuuta, whose eyes flicker between Toge’s and yours, then to your lips, and his hand on your neck, and back to your face. He’d only caught the last few minutes of Toge’s torture, but from the state of your heaving chest, and the amount of bruises on your neck, and size of your pupils, he’d imagined that Toge had been toying with you from the moment he’d stepped into the shower. 

Yuuta grins at the thought. You let Toge get away with too much. You must like seeing him get drunk on you, too; Yuuta can’t fault you for that. 

“Hi, angel,” Yuuta reaches a hand out to cradle your face, a gentle hold that you easily lean into, “Toge being mean to you?” 

Your eyes go wide, fluttering between both boys hovering over you. There’s no right answer, but there might be a wrong one. When your eyes land on Toge again, he’s got his head cocked to the side, a single eyebrow raised, and then quietly, without room for argument he commands, “Answer him.” 

“No—no,” you gasp, immediately turning to look back at Yuuta, who smiles down at you, “I just... want more.” 

Yuuta’s thumb strokes across your cheek, then your bottom lip, until he can slide it into your mouth. He’s been told that his eyes can be intense, and it used to make him insecure, but there’s newfound confidence in the way it makes you and Toge pliant under his gaze. 

“You’ve got her wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” Yuuta muses when you suck on his finger, turning his head, brushing his nose against Toge before leaning into a kiss, “Poor thing.” 

They make a show of kissing each other just to tease you. Toge angles himself towards Yuuta, but makes sure to buck his hips against you to have you straining underneath him, too. The more they lick into each other’s mouths, the heavier Yuuta’s thumb presses against your tongue and you’re left gagging when Toge’s hand leaves your neck to cup Yuuta’s jaw and sucks on his tongue. 

Spit drips down their chins, filthy and wet and too much and not enough. You bend your arms to lean up against your elbows, moaning frustratedly, Yuuta’s fingers messily trailing with you. He can tell that you want to touch them, kiss them, be between them. But Toge is quick to drop a hand from his face, doesn’t even have to look your way to wrap it around your neck with practiced ease and force your back to be flush with the mattress again. 

Yuuta groans, slowly pulling away from Toge when you whine for him. And Yuuta is weak to you, so when he sees your debauched face, he can only coo, lean down and give you a careful, chaste kiss, smearing the spit across your lips when he pulls away. 

“Sorry, angel,” he apologizes, giving you another quick kiss, “Come here.” 

He helps you to sit up, back against the headboard, and Toge kneeling in front of you. Yuuta cards a hand through his hair, pulling him closer to you, not without warning, “Be nice,” before pushing him to kiss you. 

“That’s it,” Yuuta muses, sighing when you both fall into each other’s hold again, “Be good to each other.” 

It’s only Yuuta that gets to see you two like this, only him that gets to share these moments. He’ll let you belong to each other, just as long ass you know you’re his, too.

[missn00tson]

[missn00tson]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH <3333333

golden days