G. Satoru Who Is A Massive Pervert And Constantly Whines For You To Let Him Touch You All The Time, Even

Thinking of Choso who accidentally finds your g spot n makes u squirt :3

"Baby, what's this?" His fingers slide into your soaked pussy one more time, causing your legs to shake.

"It's- it's my.. g-spot.."

"G-spot?" He repeats, "What does that do?"

His fingers glide into you again, nestling right in the perfect spot. He's never going to forget exactly where to touch you to get this reaction.

"J-just.. feels good.." you reply between heavy breaths.

"Ok.." his brain ticks over for a moment and his fingers keep working.

He gets a certain look on his face, as if he just got a great idea.

"what if I.." he mumbles and trails off, as his lips make contact with your clit. He starts kissing you here, teasing you and licking your clit as his fingers continue burying themselves into your g spot over and over.

"ahh-- hahh... Choso.. I'm.. I'm going to--"

He can feel you getting closer, just like always, but he wasn't anticipating this.

"Choso--!!" You scream and grip the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment as you're pretty sure you just...

Yep.. you peek open your eyes to see you squirted.

"Baby...?"

He looks confused to start with, then pleased as he realises just how amazing that felt for you.

He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and unzips his jeans, rubbing your liquid all over his cock.

"Thanks"

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SHARING IS CARING!

ʚɞ summary: satoru agrees to share his girlfriend with kento for one night to help ease some of the stress he’s been under lately! but that doesn’t mean he’s going to make it easy for his co-worker.

warnings: fem!reader, voyeurism, cuck!satoru, oral (m receiving), breast play, penetration (p in v), fingering, pussydrunk nanami, squirting, praise kink, 18+ minors dni.

wc: 7.1k

despite how much satoru enjoys teasing his co-worker kento nanami, he can see how much stress the other man has been under lately. it’s clear from the heavy bags underneath his eyes, the way his back is almost permanently hunched in exhaustion.

the white-haired sorcerer spent an embarrassingly long amount of time in his office brainstorming different ideas to attempt to cheer nanami up. his usual go-to for anyone else would be to buy them some sweets, but he has a feeling that wouldn’t be too appreciated in this situation.

and then, after his phone buzzed with a newly received text from you: his pretty little girlfriend who was currently waiting for him at home — a lightbulb lit up in his head.

he could give you to nanami to cheer him up.

well, when he says ‘give’, of course he really means lending you to nanami. a one-time only gift (that must be returned after use) as it were.

and satoru will unarguably be present to observe the entire interaction too — he has to make sure nanami treats his sweet girl the way she deserves, after all. if the other man was to leave you unsatisfied, he would very possibly have to hollow purple him.

(and he also wouldn’t be completely opposed to watching his much-too-uptight co worker unravel before his eyes, either. but he’ll keep that part to himself.)

pleased with his newest idea, satoru practically skips along the halls on the way to nanami's office, a wide grin stretched across his lips and anticipation buzzing throughout his body.

"hellooo, nanamin!" he coos obnoxiously once he arrives outside his co-worker's office, craning his neck to peek his head around the doorway. "you in here?"

nanami audibly sighs at the sound of the white-haired man's voice, glancing up briefly from his desk with an unimpressed look pulling at his visibly exhausted features. "yes, gojo, i'm clearly in here. what is it you want this time?"

satoru holds up his hands in mock surrender, his grin never faltering as he steps fully inside the office. it's clear he's up to no good (even more so than usual), given the way he's practically vibrating on the spot with excitement.

"well?" the blonde man prompts impatiently, his eyes already cast back down to the various piles of paperwork splayed across his desk. he's evidently in no mood to deal with satoru's mischief.

"now now, don't rush me!" he huffs in response, his lower lip jutting out in an overdramatic pout despite knowing nanami isn't even looking in his direction right now. "this is a very... sensitive topic. so i'm gonna need you to pay suuuper close attention. got it?"

at this, nanami looks up from his papers, his annoyance slowly morphing into cautiousness. "sensitive how? this better not be about you wanting to know how many people i've bedded in the past, because i already told you that i will never dignify such a shameless question with an answer."

"what? no! it's not about that," satoru chuckles amusedly, before tapping the bottom of his chin with a slender finger in a theatrical display of thought. "....although, i really should find out the answer to that eventually."

nanami rolls his eyes all the way to the back of his head behind his goggles, bringing two fingers up to rub his temple. "i don't have time for this, gojo. whatever it is you came here to ask, will you just spit it out already?"

"alright, alriiight!" the white-haired sorcerer whines petulantly, sauntering further into the office and leaning his elbows against his co-worker's desk like he owns the place. "so, i've noticed you've been under a lot of stress lately—"

"which is none of your business, might i add." the other man deadpans bluntly, his lips set into their usual tight line as he regards satoru.

"sure. but, as your co-worker and friend, i've decided to make it my business," he retorts without missing a beat, waving a pale hand dismissively in nanami's direction as he continues speaking. "and i've come up with the perfect solution to cheer you up!"

nanami raises a blonde eyebrow at this, visibly still cautious but (hopefully) a little curious now. "oh, have you now?" he mutters tightly, attempting to hide the subtle interest hiding under his tone. but satoru notices, because of course he does.

"mhmm," satoru croons mischievously, his grin morphing into a little smirk as he leans further across the desk. "would you like to hear it, nanamin?"

the interest in his colleague's expression is gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by irritation yet again as he releases a deep sigh. "i'm not in the mood for your games, gojo. are you going to tell me or not?"

"ugh, fine," the white-haired man groans dramatically, rolling his eyes behind his blindfold. "can't blame a guy for trying to build up a little suspense."

satoru rifles around in his pocket for a few moments before pulling out his phone, instantly thrusting the device directly into nanami's face with absolutely no context.

"what—" nanami begins, his words quickly trailing off into an unintelligible sound of some description once he catches sight of the picture being displayed on his colleague's lock screen. "oh."

"like what you seee?" he coos obnoxiously from behind the phone, tilting his head to the side in an attempt to get a better view of the other man's reaction. "just kidding - i know you do."

"this... is that your girlfriend?" the blonde man croaks out, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically flustered. "and why is that your lockscreen, for the love of god?"

satoru just shrugs nonchalantly, jerking the phone back towards himself and taking a moment to admire the photo of you. it's your pretty body, completely bare on his bed, perky breasts on full display and smooth legs spread wide to reveal your abused pussy which was just oozing with ropes of his goopy cum.

"yes, it's my girlfriend," he hums proudly, shoving the device back into his pocket before fixing nanami with another wide grin. "and why not? it's not like anyone else sees it except me. until now, obviously."

"right," the other man breathes out, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly in a poor attempt to try and compose himself. "and, pray tell, why did you feel the need to show me that?"

satoru huffs dramatically, as if having to actually explain the proposition he's come up with is taking a serious toll on him. "come onn, nanamin. use that brilliant brain of yours! i say i have a way to relieve some of your stress, and then i show you that picture..."

nanami visibly tenses as the realization of what his colleague is suggesting washes over him, his eyes narrowing into cautious slits. but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself, just in case he misinterpreted his words, so he settles for saying — "is this another one of those highly unamusing pranks of yours, gojo?"

the white-haired man rolls his eyes yet again, leaning even closer over the desk and tilting his head to the side in a playful manner. "you really think i'd show you a naked picture of my girl if this was just a prank?"

as much as it irks nanami to admit, even to himself, his co-worker does has a point there.

"touché." he grumbles under his breath, trying his best to keep up his uninterested façade despite how obviously affected he is by seeing that picture of you; needless to say, he thinks satoru is a very lucky man.

"that's all you're gonna say? touché?" satoru repeats incredulously, throwing his hands up in the air theatrically. "no 'yes please, gojo, i'd love to get me some of that'?"

"first of all, i would never say it so crudely," the blonde man retorts with his nose wrinkled in not-so-subtle disgust, shaking his had faintly. "and second of all, i'm not the sort of man who takes what doesn't belong to him."

satoru snorts out a loud laugh at this. "ugh, drop the serious act for a minute, nanamin! it's not like you're stealing her away from me or anything. i'm just offering some... one-time only stress relief, that's all."

"whatever you say, gojo," he mutters dismissively, waving a hand in his direction before rubbing his temple yet again. "even if i was to consider such a proposition, have you asked your girlfriend if she would be willing to participate?"

"yeah, sooo, about that..." satoru responds in an elongated hum, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck somewhat sheepishly.

"satoru—"

"wait, wait! just let me explain," the white-haired man squeaks hurriedly, waving around his hands theatrically. the rare use of his first name from his colleague clearly shows just how annoyed he is at this point. "i was so excited when i came up with the idea that i kinda-maybe-definitely forgot to ask her."

"why am i not surprised?" nanami huffs bluntly, clearly losing whatever interest he may have begrudgingly gained when he saw the photo.

but just before he can return to his work, satoru quickly speaks up again. "hey, wait just a minute! she's my girl, and i know my girl. she'll say yes."

nanami pauses for a few moments, silently cursing the way he's actually considering this insane proposition. but there's two facts he can't deny — one: he has been under a lot of stress lately, and he wouldn't exactly mind releasing it. and two: satoru's girlfriend is incredibly attractive.

much to his chagrin, he doesn't have a good reason to say no.

"...alright."

and that's how kento nanami finds himself standing outside your and satoru's apartment a week later, his fist hovering just above the door as he attempts to process what's awaiting him on the other side.

he can't quite believe he's actually going to 'release his stress' by using satoru's pretty little girlfriend who he's never even met before today. but he knows that not going through with it isn't an option — especially when he'll have to endure his colleague's relentless teasing afterwards.

so he knocks.

and it's you who opens the door, dressed in nothing but one of satoru's old shirts that is definitely much too long for you, the baggy fabric practically swallowing you whole as you stand before nanami.

"oh!" you gasp in realization as you look up at him, a small smile spreading across your lips as you kindly extend a hand to the man in front of you. "you must be kento! toru's told me a lot about you."

nanami, much to his own embarrassment, takes a few long moments to recover from the sight of you. somehow, you're even more beautiful in person than you were in that photo on his co-worker's lockscreen (despite being much more... clothed now.)

"ahem. yes, that's me," he murmurs after swallowing roughly, taking your hand in his own to give it a quick shake. he tries not to let his eyes linger too long on the size difference between them; how your hand practically disappears beneath his. "all good things, i hope?"

"oh, of course." you chuckle softly, stepping to the side and opening the door a little wider in a silent initiation for him to come inside. this is it — his last chance to just blow this whole thing off and drive home.

but he doesn't take that chance.

instead, he shuffles inside with a polite smile in your direction, pulling his other hand from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers he'd bought on the way over here; he wasn't exactly sure what was an appropriate gift for someone else's girlfriend who was going to let him have sex with her, so he settled for some simple roses.

you close the door behind the two of you, your eyes widening when they fall on the flowers. how very... gentlemanly. you hadn't expected him to bring any type of present tonight — from what you'd gathered from satoru, this was going to be a very transactional exchange.

"sorry... is this too forward?" nanami mutters a little awkwardly, toying with the petal of one of the roses. "if you don't want them, i can go put them back in my—"

"no, no! they're beautiful," you say quickly, grasping the bouquet from him with a warm smile stretching across your lips. "it's really sweet of you. i just wasn't expecting it, that's all."

the blonde man seems to relax slightly at this, his tensed shoulders slowly deflating and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. it's clear he's never done anything like this before; but then again, neither have you.

but when satoru had come to you with the idea of helping out his thoroughly overworked colleague and friend, who also happened to be quite handsome (in your boyfriend's words), you couldn't help but agree.

and satoru definitely underestimated kento's appearance with that measly description. he's more than quite handsome — he's gorgeous, with those well-kempt blonde locks and that ridiculously sharp jawline that could probably cut glass.

...let's just say you're not having any last minute regrets about agreeing to this.

"so, how about you go and make yourself comfortable in the living room while i put these in some water?" you suggest kindly, gesturing to doorway on the left as you head in the direction of the kitchen with the bouquet in your hands.

nanami nods in agreement, ducking his head to fit underneath the doorframe as he saunters into the living room of your apartment. it's cozy and small, with little trinkets that just scream satoru gojo scattered around the area.

of course that man has to make even his living room as chaotic as he is.

he plops down onto the couch, his still somewhat tense body sinking into the comfortable material. he feels more relaxed already than he has in months — it must be something to do with the warm atmosphere in your home (or the promise of what's to come.)

his respite doesn't last for long, however, because satoru comes bounding down the stairs, his blindfold askew and his grin wide when he notices nanami sitting there in his living room. "heyyy, nanamin! you're actually here! i figured you'd chicken out last minute, honestly."

the blonde man rolls his eyes behind his goggles, shooting his colleague a thoroughly unimpressed look in response to his statement; as if he hadn't just been considering 'chickening out', as gojo put it, moments ago outside the front door.

but he doesn't have to know that.

"well, i didn't." he settles for sighing bluntly, raising a neatly trimmed eyebrow when satoru drapes himself across the couch next to him like an oversized cat, practically taking up every inch of spare space.

"what's that look for?" satoru snickers obnoxiously, slinging his lanky legs over nanami's lap as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "this is my house you're in right now, remember? i can do what i want."

before nanami can even think of replying, you start padding into the room, shooting your boyfriend what can only be described as a disapproving look. "toru, stop harassing our guest."

the white-haired man lets out a petulant whine in response, grasping your hips as soon as you draw close enough and pulling you down onto his lap. he buries his face in your neck, grumbling. "i'm not harassing him, baby! it's just our usual banter. riiight, nanamin?"

"right." he chuckles lightly, exchanging an amused glance with you over satoru's head at the other man's antics. he's more like a young, whiny child than a full grown adult; especially when he acts like this.

"hey, stop smiling at him!" satoru huffs overdramatically in protest, looking up at you from your neck with one of his bright blue eyes peeking out from under his blindfold. "you're supposed to be on my side, pretty girl."

"i am on your side, silly," you say with fond exasperation, bringing a hand up to ruffle his messy white locks affectionately. "are you seriously mad at me for getting along with your friend?"

"no, i guess not." he grumbles in response, nuzzling his face back into your skin like a beloved pet would do to its owner.

nanami can't help but find it fascinating how the strongest sorcerer and most popular teacher at jujutsu tech seems to completely melt in your presence — there must be something really special about you, and he feels honoured to be allowed to have you for himself; even if only for one night.

"so— uh, how does this... work?" the blonde man asks curiously after clearing his throat, looking between you and the manchild snuggling you in his lap with a carefully questioning gaze.

satoru giggles at this, turning his head to give nanami an obnoxiously teasing wink. "how does me letting you hit this..." he drawls playfully, his hand traveling down from your hip to lightly squeeze your ass. "...work, nanamin?"

nanami almost chokes on his own salvia in response to his colleague's blunt wording, but somehow he manages to compose himself (just). "...yes, i suppose. if you insist on being so lewd about it."

you let out a small chuckle at this, swatting your boyfriend's hand away from your ass and giving him a chiding look, to which he just shrugs innocently.

"i think it should be up to you, kento," you hum thoughtfully, resting your chin on satoru's head and peering over at the blonde man with an encouraging smile. "how would you like this to work?"

"ah, well..." nanami begins, finding his brain seems to have short-circuited at your suggestion. he gets to choose how he has you jesus, how is even supposed to form a single coherent sentence with you smiling at him like that?

"oh, come onn, nanamin!" satoru whines, raising one of his legs from the other man's lap to kick at his chest with one of his socked feet. "want me to give you some ideas? hmm... how about you start with her perfect little mouth? it works wonders, y'know!"

nanami lets a choked sound escape from somewhere in the back of his throat at this, his wide eyes shooting to you for any signs of hesitance. but he finds none, no — you're still smiling at him in such a friendly way, as if your boyfriend isn't signing you up to suck another man off right in front of him.

"is that— can i... are you sure?" he stammers awkwardly, suddenly feeling like an inexperienced teenager rather than a fully grown man.

"it's fine with me," you say sweetly, each word so thick and honeyed, making nanami's head start to go a little hazy. he can already feel his trousers starting to grow uncomfortably tight just from the direction this conversation is going in. "would you like that, kento?"

"would i—" nanami swallows thickly, stopping his words before they can come out sounding too eager. "yes... yes, i believe i would."

satoru grins widely at his co-worker's admission, effortlessly lifting you up from his lap and placing you on the floor in front of the couch. you crawl the rest of the way across the carpet, coming to perch between nanami's manspread legs.

the blonde man audibly gulps when you bring your hands up to his thighs, shifting just a little on the chair to try and hide how much his body is reacting to your proximity.

"phewww... look at him, baby," satoru whistles amusedly with a mischievous smirk as he watches the interaction, obnoxiously pointing to the growing tent in nanami's slacks. "so worked up already."

you tut lightly, shooting another disapproving look in your boyfriend's direction. "stop teasing him, toru. he's probably just touch-starved."

"something you wouldn't understand, gojo," nanami pushes out through gritted teeth, trying his best to keep up his usual collected demeanour even when he feels your fingers graze over his bulge. "not when you have such a sweet little thing waiting for you at home everyday."

"hm. now that is true," the white-haired man hums in agreement, reaching over nanami's lap to give your hair a gentle, loving stroke. "my girl always knows how to keep me satisfied."

you smile warmly up at satoru, leaning your head into his touch slightly while your hand squeezes around his colleague's clothed erection — and, shit. you can tell just how big he is even through these tight trousers.

you've really got your work cut out for you here.

satoru is quick to help you out, grasping a cushion from the couch and leaning down to slide it underneath your knees to make the position more comfortable for you. ugh, your boyfriend is just so considerate— but tonight isn't about him. focus!

with better support on the floor, you reach up to pop open the button on the front of nanami's slacks, looking up at him through your lashes; and, god, he looks absolutely wrecked already. his cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink, and his goggle-clad eyes are staring anywhere but you.

despite how stoic he always was in satoru's descriptions of him, right now... kento nanami looks utterly adorable.

unzipping his fly, the only barrier between you and his monster of an aching cock is his expensive-looking boxers. and while at this point with satoru you'd usually do a little teasing, you figure with nanami, it's better to cut straight to the chase.

he clearly needs it.

so you dip your nails under the waistband of his underwear, carefully tugging it down to reveal your boyfriend's colleague in all of his touch-starved glory; cock just giant as it slaps against his clothed abdomen, all veiny and curved as the reddened tip leaks onto the couch.

"woww, nanamin!" satoru croons obnoxiously, fanning himself with his hand as if he's a prim and proper lady about to collapse from shock. "how big you are."

"do you really have to be here for this?" the blonde man retorts, shooting a glare so deadly in his friend's direction that if looks could kill... your boyfriend definitely would be six feet under.

"oh, absolutely," he drawls back without missing a beat, smirking smugly as he crosses his legs against nanami's lap, as if watching his girlfriend prepare to give his co-worker a blowjob is the most normal situation possible. "i'll be here the whooole time. better get used to it."

rolling your eyes at satoru's relentless teasing, you opt to distract nanami from the white-haired sorcerer's interjections by wrapping a hand around his bare length (let it be noted that you definitely cannot fit his entire girthy base in your grip.)

nanami lets out a raspy, broken groan at the contact, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he tries to keep himself together. but the way his cock visibly jumps under your touch doesn't go unnoticed by you or satoru.

"relax for me, kento," you coo sweetly, giving him a light squeeze to make sure he's paying attention to your words. "gonna make you feel good, yeah?"

he can only release a few incoherent mumbles in response, his head falling back against the couch when you start to languidly stroke him, moving your hand from tip to base with well-practised movements.

"fuck, that's so hot," satoru groans as he shifts a little closer to get a better view of you working his uptight colleague with your fist, his own sweatpants starting to visibly tent too. "keep going, pretty girl."

you smile again at the praise, your thighs rubbing together subtly underneath satoru's baggy shirt. but he notices it, because of course he does, he knows your body's reactions like the back of his hand. "see that, nanamin? she loves it when you praise her. i hope you're taking mental notes right now."

nanami can only watch in awe as you lean down to press your soft lips to the leaking tip of his cock, his brain completely scrambled already from only a few touches. jesus, he can't believe he almost didn't agree to take part in this; he’s silently thanking his past self for having the confidence to go through with it right now.

"that's... you're doing good— so good." he pushes out, the words more of a garbled mess than anything as his toned hips involuntarily buck lightly into your hand, in search of more and more friction.

a small, satisfied hum spills from your lips at the praise, your tongue instinctively flicking out to lap at the pearlescent rivulets of pre-cum just streaming from his pudgy tip.

it’s not as sweet as satoru’s — it has a bit more of a salty tang. but it’s not exactly unpleasant either, and you find yourself digging the tip of your tongue into his slit to gather more of the interesting new flavour.

"ah!" nanami gasps loudly, the sound escaping from him without permission. his eyes fly open to fall squarely on you as you start suckling on his tip, finding himself being rendered completely speechless at the way you’re making him feel already — and you’ve only just started.

he’s in for a long night.

“yeahh, she’s good, isn’t she?” satoru croons proudly from beside him, reminding nanami of his presence yet again. but he can’t bring himself to be too mad at his colleague when he’s giving him access to his perfect girlfriend with such a sweet mouth.

“mhm,” the blonde man grunts out, his head rolling to the side slightly. he quickly shuts his eyes, not wanting to catch sight of satoru while he’s receiving such intense pleasure; the last thing he wants is to ruin his upcoming orgasm. “you’re a lu— ah, a lucky man.”

“oh, i know i am,” satoru hums smugly, his hand still resting on your hair giving you a gentle push in a silent encouragement to move your head forward. “come on, baby. i know you can take more of him than that.”

with the help of your boyfriend’s guiding hand, you find yourself sinking more of nanami’s thick cock into your mouth, inch by girthy inch until your nose bumps against the small patch of trimmed blonde hair at the bottom of his abdomen.

“oh, fuuuck…” nanami groans roughly, gripping the fabric of the couch so hard his knuckles are whitening as he tries to hold himself back from just fucking into your mouth like a feral animal.

“it’s okay if you want be rough, nanamin,” the white-haired sorcerer murmurs against the shell of his ear, as if directly reading his thoughts. “she doesn’t mind. she’s your stress relief, remember?”

like the gentleman he is, nanami makes sure to make eye contact with you to check for any signs of hesitance first. but when he doesn’t find any; he just can’t hold himself back from thrusting his hips up into the wet cavern of your mouth.

you try your absolute best to kneel there and take it, but you simply can’t help the way you choke around his sheer length when his tip hits the back of your throat with a lewd thwack!, causing both he and satoru to moan in response.

“yeahhh, you look so pretty choking on nanamin’s cock, babygirl.” satoru groans proudly, trailing his spare hand down to leisurely palm the bulge in his own pants as he observes the scene before him.

your boyfriend’s praise makes you audibly mewl around the blonde man’s cock, the vibrations around his shaft making nanami slap satoru’s hand out of your hair to grab it himself, keeping you in place as he continues rutting into your mouth with reckless abandon.

“just like that, just like that.” nanami chants over and over like a mantra, starting to completely forget about any and all stress he has as he loses himself to the overwhelming pleasure you’re giving him.

“you’re close, aren’t you?” satoru chimes in with a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips as he leans in unnecessarily close to nanami’s ear to whisper. “don’t worry about pulling out, she’ll swallow it all.”

his colleague’s lewd words practically send nanami hurtling over the edge, his grip on your hair tightening to a borderline painful degree as he spills rope after rope of hot, thick cum straight down your throat.

it takes a few deep gulps for you to swallow everything nanami gave you, but there’s just so much of it that a few stray drops spill from the edges of your lips and onto the carpet. shit — you’ll have to clean that up later.

“thaat’s it. such a good girl,” satoru purrs warmly, his eyes alight with affection as he reaches down to stroke your cheek with his thumb, enjoying the dazed expression across your pretty features. “i think you broke nanamin, though.”

looking up at nanami, you can instantly see the visual evidence of what your boyfriend means by you breaking nanami.

the blonde man looks completely debauched — chest rapidly rising and falling as he pants harshly in an attempt to come down from the intensity of his orgasm and eyes squeezed shut so tightly it would appear that he's in some sort of pain if you didn't know better.

"you alright there, kento?" you ask half-teasingly, tapping his thigh gently to try and gain his attention. (it doesn't work; he's clearly out of it.)

satoru is grinning like a madman beside him on the couch, clearly more than pleased with how well his girlfriend is doing unravelling his uptight co-worker so far. "aww, what a shame! he's chickening out before he can even get a feel of your tight little pussy."

you huff, lean up to swat at the white-haired sorcerer's arm in an attempt to get him to shut up, which only causes him to scoop you up in his arms again and place a big wet kiss on your lips in retaliation, seemingly uncaring of the lingering tase of nanami on them.

giggling, you attempt to wriggle out of his grip, which accidentally causes your ass to brush against nanami's still half-hard cock as a result; and that seems to snap him right out of his reverie.

nanami's entire body jolts to attention, a low groan leaving his lips as he glances down at where you're unintentionally pressed against him. and, god, if your mouth made him cum that hard that he forgot where he was for a few moments, just how much better must your pussy be?

"finally back with us, hmm?" satoru drawls playfully, reaching around you to punch his colleague's shoulder a little harder than necessary, causing the blonde man to scowl in response.

"quiet, gojo." he mutters under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the slip of your panties he can just about see from underneath the hem of your baggy shirt.

oh, what he'd give for just one little taste right now...

"don't even think about it," satoru cuts in, snapping him from his thoughts. oh dear, did he say that out loud? he really does need to get control of himself. "if you taste her you'll get addicted, and we can't have that."

nanami can't help but feel slightly disappointed at this — he's always been the type to return the favour, and not being able to do the same for you makes a subtle frown tug at his lips.

but he knows that he has no right to ask for anything more than what he's being offered, seeing as you're not his. (and it's not like he can complain if he gets to be inside that pretty pussy that's been on his mind since satoru showed him his lockscreen last week.)

"are you just gonna sit there, nanamin?" satoru chuckles in teasing disapproval, shaking his head and lifting up the hem of your (his) baggy shirt to reveal the considerable wet spot painting the crotch of your panties. "or are you gonna hurry up and take care of my girl? you knoow, it's bad manners to leave a lady waiting while she's this needy."

"ahem. my apologies, darling," nanami mutters hoarsely, using every ounce of self-control he has left to forcefully tear his eyes away from your underwear and meet your eyes. he gestures to his lap, giving you the strongest smile he can muster right now. "would you like to take a seat?"

"still so well-mannered." you giggle lightly, although you oblige without question, crawling away from satoru to perch yourself upon nanami's wide thighs. he instinctively reaches out to grasp your hips with two large hands, keeping you steady.

"so... can i—?" nanami mutters quietly to satoru, as if sharing a well-kept secret, and not as if he's asking for permission to touch another man's girlfriend's cunt. jesus, is he out of his comfort zone right now.

"can you touch her? yes, yes, of course," the white-haired sorcerer replies quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if eager to get this underway already so he can sit back and enjoy the show. "oh, and you have to make her cum on your fingers atleast once before you can fuck her. house rules."

nanami isn't complaining about this rule.

he owes you an orgasm anyway, but when he slides your soiled panties to the side and gets an eyeful of your pretty pussy, he feels as if it would be a crime not to put his fingers inside of you.

ever the gentleman, nanami looks up at you from behind his lopsided goggles one more time to check for any signs of hesitation, and when he still doesn't find any, he slowly dips two thick fingers between your folds, caressing your slick flesh.

you release a small sigh at the touch, your eyelids fluttering as a wave of pleasure washes over you. he's careful and gentle with his ministrations; since he obviously isn't familiar with what you like.

but you can tell he's the type to be a quick learner.

it isn't long before nanami has you squirming and whining on his lap, the two fingers he eased inside of your dripping entrance scissoring and exploring your sloppy hole, spreading you open bit by bit.

"mmm, you like that, pretty girl?" satoru asks raspily from behind you, lazily palming his clothed erection again as he observes your reactions to his colleague's touch. "is he making you feel good?"

"y-yeahhh." is all you can get out in your daze, your back arching forwards in an unconscious action when nanami's thumb finds your swollen clit, lightly pressing the rough pad of it down on the puffy bud.

satoru leans back in so his chin is almost resting on nanami's shoulder, his warm, laboured breaths caressing the lobe of the other man's ear. "her favourite thing is when you rub lil' circles on her clit." he whispers, voice low and teasing.

against his will, a shiver ripples down nanami's spine in response to satoru's words, and he finds himself following them like they were a command, his thumb sloppily circling your pretty clit and emitting a soft gasp from your parted lips.

"c-close, kento." you mutter breathlessly, your hips beginning to grind down onto his fingers in search of more friction. satoru is quick to assist, abandoning palming himself and wrapping his an arm around your waist to help you bounce on the other man's digits more smoothly.

"thank you, thank you!" you cry out to your boyfriend, turning your head to meet his lips in an uncoordinated, messy kiss inches from nanami's face. the blonde man finds his fingers unconsciously speeding up as he observes the interaction, fucking you on them hard and fast.

within moments, you're coming undone.

a soundless cry falls from your lips as your body falls limp between the two men, your cunt clenching and unclenching around nanami's fingers in search of something to milk.

"god. she looks even more beautiful when she cums... i-i need to feel her. can i feel her, satoru?" comes nanami's broken voice from somewhere nearby, your blissed out state making your vision swim and your hearing fuzzy.

"woow. called me by my first name and everything!" that's satoru, obviously. he sounds overwhelmingly smug. "if i knew my girlfriend would get you this pussydrunk, i'd have let you have a turn with her ages ago."

their bickering becomes background noise as you bathe in the afterglow of your orgasm, but you vaguely register your baggy shirt being removed and your body being repositioned so you're splayed across the couch on your back.

"darling? do you need a moment or can i..." it's nanami's voice again. you manage to blink one eye open to find him hunched over you, burly arms either side of your head and his blonde tresses sticking to his forehead with sweat. casting your vision down, you can see his cock, flushed and angry with precum dripping from the tip once again, hovering just above your entrance.

"please." you mewl, the word slurred from lingering pleasure as you weakly grind your hips up into his erection, causing him to release a groan from deep in his throat.

"go ahead. give my girl what she wants," satoru grunts from somewhere behind nanami, the slick sounds filling the air indicating that he's finally released his cock from the confines of his sweatpants and started jerking himself off. "and you better give it to her good."

"i will," nanami mutters as he slowly but surely, pushes his monster of a cock past that first tight ring of muscle that is your entrance. "f-fuck— i will."

"i think that's the — ah — first time i've ever head you curse, nanamin." the white-haired man remarks playfully, his hips bucking up into his closed fist as he watches his colleague prepare to fuck his girlfriend. damn, this is even hotter than he expected.

"don't get used to it." he grunts in response, his arms visibly shaking above you as he tries to hold himself back from just slamming all the way into you. but no, he's still a gentleman; even now. he'll start slowly, atleast.

it takes a few long moments for nanami to push all of his ridiculously thick inches into you, and when he finally bottoms out, his heavy balls flush against your ass, both of you moan. he's stretching you out so good, just as much (if not more so) than satoru does.

the blonde man, to his credit, does manage to give you a while to adjust to the new intrusion filling you up, but it isn't long before he snaps, the animalistic side of him coming out as he begins rutting his hips into you like it's his last day on earth.

"a-ah! fuck, kento!" you cry breathlessly, your legs quickly locking around his waist for some type of support as he continues to use you like his own person cocksleeve, the couch rocking back and forth with the suddenly ruthless movements.

"uh huhh," satoru croons as he works his own cock faster, his blindfold discarded somewhere nearby so he can get the clearest view of nanami pounding his girlfriend into the couch. "use her to get rid of all that pesky stress."

"sorry, sweetheart — shit, sorry," nanami pants above you, his body seemingly having a mind of its own as he continues to drive his cock in and out of you, barely giving you a moment to breathe in between the rough thrusts. "can't stop."

you'd tell him it was okay, that it feels good, but right now you can't form a single coherent thought. you're completely and utterly cockdrunk, and there isn't even a doubt about it.

"hey — mmm — she really likes it when you play with her tits while you're fuckin' her." satoru adds helpfully, causing nanami to growl out something akin to thanks in response.

suddenly, a large hand is palming one of your bouncing breasts, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh and making you clench tightly around the cock inside of you.

nanami curses yet again under his breath, his eyes visibly rolling back in his head behind the fogged up lenses of his goggles. "so tight, darling. practically squeezing around me like a v-vice."

at his words, a broken moan gets ripped from your throat, your ankles digging into the muscles of his lower back in an attempt to pull him in even deeper. all you seem to be able to say is "more, more, more."

"that— ngh, that means she's close," satoru gasps out, his cock twitching beneath his fist as he continues to jerk himself off like there's no tomorrow. "rub... rub her clit like y'did earlier again."

instantly complying to the other man's command, two of nanami's thick fingers find your puffy little bud again, rubbing uncoordinated circles as he continues to pound into you like an animal in heat. jesus, he can't even remember what he was stressed about anymore.

"o-oh, shit!" you almost scream, the stimulation on your sensitive bud and the repeated slams of nanami's pudgy cockhead against your g spot driving you half-insane with pleasure. you can feel an all-too-familiar coil start to spool in the depths of your stomach, threatening to unravel at any given moment.

"yeah, that's it, baby," satoru praises breathlessly, his own orgasm approaching as he continues grinding into his fist like a desperate virgin. "cum all over nanamin's cock for me."

the dual sensations of your boyfriend's words and the thrusting of nanami's sinful hips has you spiralling uncontrollably over the edge, your second high of the night somehow even more intense than the first. you barely even have time to register the liquid just spraying from your cunt and soaking nanami's heavy balls where they're slapping against your ass with a lewd thwack! each time.

"god, so perfect, can't last—" nanami rambles in a very pussydrunk manner, his movements suddenly growing considerably more uncoordinated and sloppy as he struggles to find the strength to hold himself up. "gojo, were can i...?"

"not inside," satoru responds firmly, his voice the most coherent it's been since he started jerking himself off. it's clear there's no room for argument on this one. "that's for me only."

nodding shakily, nanami manages to pull his throbbing cock out just in a nick of time, rope after rope of his goopy cum splattering across the supple skin of your stomach, the stream going on for so long it seems like it'll never stop.

somewhere behind the blonde man, a low, raspy groan is the tell-tale sign that satoru has just finished too, probably coating his own hand with his sticky release.

it's silent for a few blissful moments, all three of you just basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms. but of course, satoru gojo is a man who can never stay quite for long, so he says—

"hey, maybe we should do a threesome next time."

"next time?" nanami chokes out weakly, barely managing to lift his head up to glance over at this colleague with two raised eyebrows.

"yeah, next time," satoru shrugs nonchalantly, as if the proposal was nothing short of normal. "i know i said i'd only let you do this once, but... sharing is caring, right?"

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personally i think choso would be the definition of a switch, one day he’s being the cutest begging for you. and the next he’s an absolute menace to your cunt, destroying your pussy from the inside out <3

夏五

locker room talk (satosugu x reader 18+)

word count: 3.9K

content: an alternate universe where suguru doesn’t die and becomes a teacher with satoru and you :))

warnings: 18+ smut, explicit language, sub!brat!reader, dom!satoru, switch!suguru, public sex, threesome, voyeurism, light degradation, oral on both genitalia, face sitting, light impact play, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, creampie

a/n: this is my first fic i've written in a very long time and have published! if you like it, please send me requests!!!

for as long as you could remember, you were always around suguru and satoru. from the moment you joined jujutsu tech, you clicked with the pair but as much as they hate to admit it, you and shoko were also close. it was nice having a group of four people in your grade so that you could pair up on projects for school. now that you’re all graduated, the four of you still remain at jujutsu tech just under different circumstances. suguru, satoru and you are all teachers while shoko was pretty much the on hand school nurse which was nice for combat training. speaking of training, you get brought back to reality when one of geto’s cursed spirits comes flying at you and you narrowly dodge it by using your technique. 

“good one sensei!” you hear yuuji cheering you on from the bleachers. 

your technique was interesting to say the least, void’s menace, was what your families generational cursed technique was called. the way you were able to dodge suguru’s curses was creating a wormhole and stepping through it to side step the cursed spirit. that’s only one of the possibilities of your technique. satoru has always teased you that the name of it sounded like a copycat of infinite void but you can’t control what it’s called. 

speaking of the devil, satoru approaches the field you guys are training in today, “get your own technique!”

“now’s not the time,” you yell back to him as you open up a blackhole-like portal for suguru’s cursed spirit to fall into on its way to attack you and close it up immediately as it falls for your trap. 

while suguru was busy looking over at satoru, you open another wormhole and use it to appear right behind geto. you quickly take his arms while kicking him down by his knees to knock him over. he lets out a grunt as you successfully knock him to the ground with his hands behind his back, pinning him down with your own knees. 

“3, 2, 1! i got you!” you exclaim as you let go of suguru, holding a hand out to him to help him off the ground. 

wiping your forehead with the back of your other hand, he grabs the outstretched one in his own and tugs you down to the ground with him. you land on your forearms with a yelp, pouting towards your bully. using your technique back to back with training has you exhausted so you weren’t in the mood to be toyed with right now. 

“suguru, you ass,” you whine as you roll onto your back, looking up at the sky, “that was a low blow.” 

gojo goes on to tell the students that their training was over for the day as suguru actually helped you up this time. 

“it seems like you need to go hit the showers miss y/n,” satoru teases you about the dirt on your uniform thanks to his best friend. 

“i’ll do what i want, satoru,” you stick your tongue out at him as you smack the excess dirt off your sweatpants you use for combat training days. 

“and let us deal with the smell?” he waves his hand by his nose jokingly, “so cruel!”

“yeah yeah, yeah. i’ll listen to you just this once! not for you but for the kids.”

“ah c’mon you don’t need to lie to your favorite person.”

“nah i don’t want it to get to your head,” you wave bye to the blindfolded fool and turn towards the women’s locker room.

cutting the water off to your shower, you shiver as you step into the cool air behind the curtain. you can still hear a shower going in the locker room next door so you assume one of the students needed a quick wash as well. it was a hot day to train for sure so you can’t blame them. you have one towel wrapped around your body as you use the second one to scrub at your wet scalp. you didn’t want to get your hair wet but it’s hard to avoid in such a small shower. 

a clanking sound interrupted your thoughts but you don’t sense anything so you assume it wasn’t a big deal. someone was in the other locker room anyways, right? 

going back to drying yourself off, you move to your legs. water drops falling to your feet as the rest of it gets absorbed by the towel and then you hear it again. except this time it was followed by what sounded like a grunt. 

‘what if someone’s hurt?’ you think to yourself, debating on checking the noise. you hesitate because every person who checks the noises in horror movies is always the one to die first and you don’t want that. 

on the other hand, you’re on school grounds so the chance of it being dangerous is pretty low with tengen’s barrier. your second towel now thrown over your shoulder since you finished drying off your legs. you open the locker with your gym bag inside to grab your face moisturizer before your face dries up and begs for hydration. as soon as you open the lid, you hear the same noise with the same toned grunt. 

‘okay, that’s it!’ you decide, tightening the towel around your body, and grab your imbued shurikens just in case. 

you don't want to speak out loud and scare the person, intruder or not, you could get hurt. instead you quietly edge around the corner, trying to be as light as you can on your feet and peek into the other locker room that the noise was coming from. 

your eyes widen as the sight before you unfolds. satoru is kneeling before suguru with his hand around his best friend’s cock, stroking him in a slow and teasing rhythm. you can’t control your legs as you scoot closer into the room but not to the point of where they can see you. 

from here you can get a good view and hear their conversation. you can tell that they’re trying to be hushed since it’s a public space. suguru’s pants are halfway down his legs and his top is hanging on the locker above his head while satoru is still clothed. it looks like they were in a hurry to get some alone time. 

“you liked having them pin you down huh, babe?” satoru says as he circles the tip of suguru’s cock, getting a choked whimper in response. “they outsmarted you and that made you worked up, poor thing.” 

the accusation makes you bite your lip as you feel a tingle shoot down your spine, knowing that he was referring to you and your spar with suguru. 

“or were you picturing yourself doing that to them instead? wishing that they were pinned underneath you, squirming in your hold. i wonder how they felt at that moment.” satoru speeds up his hand, using his mouth on the tip and licking the precum as it oozes like a faucet. his words seemingly working suguru up even more. 

the image flashes in your mind, suguru’s strong arms keeping yours pinned to your back, knees to the sides of your hips as he straddles your ass. maybe you’d be able to feel the shape of his cock through his pants. it definitely seems like you would while you look at it now. his cock is pretty and proportionate to his height, which is very impressive, with a girth like you’ve never seen before. satoru has large hands and you can see that he can fit his hand around it with not much overlap between his fingers. the closer look at it makes you subconsciously drool, wanting to feel it in the back of your throat. you can only imagine what satoru’s would look like. 

a loud moan rips you from your own mind, seeing satoru with suguru’s cock down his throat. his nose hitting the trimmed hairs by the base, no gagging as you visibly see his throat swallow around the length in his mouth. another moan leaves the black haired man’s mouth and satoru pulls off, leaving a trail of saliva hanging from the reddened tip. 

“do you want to get caught sweetheart? you might want to keep it down,” satoru immediately deepthroats suguru’s cock again after the last word leaves his mouth. 

suguru’s hand flies up to his mouth, biting down on the back of it from the sudden stimulation. the other hand grasping at satoru’s hair, accidentally knocking off his signature black blindfold. you can tell that even before the blindfold was off, he was looking up at suguru while his nose once again brushed his happy trail. his bright blue eyes gazing up at him with adoration and lust. the sounds that manage to leave suguru’s mouth even through the bite make your clit tingle in arousal. 

your hand guiltily sneaks its way under your towel and over your underwear, feeling how wet you’ve gotten already. seeing satoru cock hungry and suguru struggle to be quiet has really affected you. you’ve definitely thought about the two boys like this before but never did you think it would happen. you slowly tease your fingers around your clit as you recall how you used to imagine what their cocks looked like, what shape their body took, the sounds they would make and now that it’s in front of you, your brain seems to move a bit slower. if you would’ve been paying attention to your surroundings you’re sure you could’ve felt earlier, satoru’s six eyes. 

now aware of your surroundings, you pray that even though you felt his eyes on you, that it was a false sense. you know that it wasn’t false when satoru’s eyes move to look in your direction with his mouth still bobbing on suguru’s cock and said man’s head is thrown back onto the lockers lost in pleasure. you subconsciously circle your clit faster with those bright cerulean eyes watching your every move. his eyes move back to suguru, pulling off his cock very slowly wanting to still please him. 

“come on out and show sugu’ what a dirty whore you are,” satoru calls for you. 

a whimper leaves your throat involuntarily from being degraded by the man. you remove your hand from under your towel and step forward into the room. all your confidence leaves your body as now you are the center of attention. your hands grip the towel tightly to your body and your eyes on the ground, now too shy to make eye contact. 

“did you hear how desperate suguru is for you? how he wanted to pin you down in return and put you into your place?” satoru teases you. 

“they didn’t need to know that, ‘toru!” suguru’s voice slightly strained from the held back moans, “what if they’re uncomfortable?”

satoru ignores him and looks at you, “are you gonna be a good girl and tell him what you were doing behind the corner? or are you gonna be difficult?”

debating to yourself what to say you land on, “make me.”

satoru gets up from his knelt position and starts to saunter over towards you, his calm demeanor sending a chill up your spine. you know he would never hurt you but you do feel threatened in a way. 

“say it one more time if you’re okay with whatever is going to happen.” satoru says when he’s about 3 steps away from you. 

“make.me.” you would never want to miss out on this opportunity to live out your fantasy. 

he quickly grasps your hair into his fist, pushing you down onto your knees while his other hand pulls down his pants and underwear. you know exactly where this is going and it excites you so you open your mouth with a moan in anticipation. his cock is exactly as you expected, pretty and pale like himself. the length and girth of it a perfect size with few veins and a light pink tip, extra drool drips off your tongue from examining him.

“fucking slut already knew what i was gonna do to them,” he groans as he shoves his cock down your throat, “you’re gonna regret that.”

he moves your head back slightly and then shoves you right back down, barely giving you time to catch a breath. you gag around the girth and your eyes already start to tear up. this has never happened to you in any other experience this quick, this one is already taking the cake. as the first two tears stream down your face, satoru keeps shallowly thrusting into the back of your throat. as much as he didn’t want to, he pulled you off of himself when your throat started constricting too much, he didn’t want you to pass out. 

“so what were you doing over in the corner?” satoru asks you again. 

you’re still sputtering from just having his cock down your throat and catching your breath. you try to talk but nothing comes out at first.

“i asked, what were you doing over in the corner?” satoru not cutting you any slack. 

you’re able to cough a few times to gain your voice back, “n-nothing!” 

“oh what? don’t want suguru to know about how much of a whore you are?” he still has your hand in his fist.

“y’know you don’t have to be afraid to tell me, baby,” suguru finally cuts in after he collects himself from satoru’s excellent head. “or else we’re just gonna hurt you more.”

“m-maybe that’s what i want…” you finally say to the pair. 

“oh ho ho. when i saw you touching yourself by the door, i knew you’d be freaky like us.” satoru admits. 

“mhm, been dreaming about this.” you admit shyly. 

“let’s make that dream a reality.” suguru joins you guys closer to the doorway of the locker room just to tug both of you by the hands to get further into the room. 

within minutes this experience has already blown your mind, it’s by far the best sex you’ve ever had. it started with you sitting on suguru’s face while doing your best to give satoru head, every time you stopped sucking him, he would shove his cock deep down your throat like before and suguru would spank your ass if that wasn’t enough.

cut to now where the three of you were in the same positions but suguru stops fucking his tongue into your hole and moves his face so his nose isn’t stimulating your clit either as a whine uncontrollably leaves your mouth sending vibrations around satoru’s cock. your pending orgasm starts to fizzle and you pull off of satoru. 

instead of asking you to move, the two of them seemingly work like they’re reading each other's minds. suguru grabs your hips while he moves onto his knees behind you and shoves his cock into your dripping pussy the same time satoru makes you choke around his length again. a deep moan escapes you from the stretch of suguru in your cunt. 

“fuuuuck, knew you’d be a tight bitch.” suguru groans from your gummy walls surrounding him. he already has your hips in a tight grip that’ll probably leave bruises but you don’t care about that right now. he then somehow grips them tighter and pulls them back onto his cock at the same time he starts thrusting. 

the angle has him fucking past your g-spot on every thrust and you can feel your orgasm building up again. usually you need your clit to be touched for you to cum but the situation and the best dicking of your life makes this an exception it seems. satoru yanks you off his cock by your hair like he did to you earlier.

“fuck baby, got a mouth like no other. we could definitely train your throat to not gag as much around our cocks,” he says panting, “almost made me cum already.”

he turns to suguru, “and lucky for you, i already loosened you up earlier this morning.” 

you pause as you realize what he meant, you’ll have to ask them about that later. satoru then moves out of your line of view and over to suguru. you have to admit, you imagined that instead of what you walked in on earlier, that it was satoru pounding into his best friend. you imagine the sounds suguru would let out as his prostate gets massaged and as soon as the thought crosses your mind, he actually makes a sound. his mouth is slightly agape, his nose scrunched, his face flustered and the noises, god the noises, his whimpers, and his breathy moans. the sounds alone are making you throb. 

“fuck it’s too much,” suguru whines. 

“be a good boy and take it. you were just whining to me about how you’ve been craving this.” satoru grabs him by the throat as he finishes prepping him and lubes himself up. 

before satoru pushes into suguru, he turns you around to face him again and immediately goes back to his previous speed. as he goes to pull out for a harder thrust, satoru then pushes in hard but not hard enough to hurt. you can tell because of the blissed out look on his face and his hips still, the only movement being satoru’s thrusts. 

he soon slows down into just a subtle grind and grabs suguru by the throat again, “if you stop, i stop. got it?” 

“ye–,” a moan interrupts his response, “yes… i understand.” 

“good boy,” he groans into his ear while pounding back into him. 

subconsciously suguru starts to thrust into you at a fast pace, fucking himself back onto satoru’s cock and then right back into your wet cunt. you can tell he’s already overstimulated and trying his hardest not to cum so fast. seeing how much pleasure courses through his body somehow makes your body hotter and your desperation stronger. he’s currently holding himself up by his arms with his hands by your head so you’re able to reach down between you two to rub your clit. as soon as your hand circles around it in the first circle you reach your peak, you orgasm like you’ve never felt before, as if your body went into a different universe. you can’t control the noises that escape your mouth as you cum, it sounds like a mixture of their names with a loud moan and your body twitches in release. the denied orgasms from earlier making this even more intense. 

“who said you could cum, slut?” satoru is able to tell from your moans alone. “you better not cum without permission.” he yanks suguru’s hair. 

“since someone wants to not be a good listener, we’re gonna give them what they want and make them cum so many times they regret it.” satoru looks at you with a powerful look in his eyes. 

he pulls out of suguru with a grunt and then grabs his hips to pull him out of you next.

“sugu’ you’re gonna take a break so you don’t cum and touch them while i take my turn with them.” 

suguru goes straight for your chest, mouth open as his tongue swirls around your areola and barely grazing your nipple. his other hand is doing a similar thing but the touch feels lighter. at the same time his mouth and fingers latch on to your nipples, satoru eases his way inside your warmth and rubs light circles around your clit. your mouth hangs agape and no sound can leave it. you already feel like you could cum again just from a light touch. 

satoru shifts his hips up ever so slightly and hits a spot you haven’t known of before. you’ve had your g-spot touched before but this was different, you couldn’t even begin to think about what it was at the moment, too focused on the constant bumping against that same spot. 

after a few more thrusts, another orgasm rushes through your body unexpectedly. satoru grabs your legs and rests them on his shoulders and leans down to fold you slightly. your hand is still idling by your clit so the deep and fast thrusts are making your arms shake and bumping into your pulsing clit. as soon as you reach the end of one orgasm, another over throws you again and your pussy is clenching so hard around satoru he has to slow down some or else he would’ve came. 

suguru pulls off your chest and kisses your cheeks, seeing how overstimulated you already were. you try to catch your breath while he does that and satoru comes to a still and is lightly massaging your thighs. you’re so sensitive though that just the touch of his large hands is still turning you on. he picks up on that quickly and replaces the light massage into a hard grip and ruts into you deeply. the sudden stimulation brings tears to your eyes as you can’t help but to continue to be loud. 

to try and get you to quiet down, suguru shuffles onto his knees to where his cock is now in front of your face. without a second thought, you suckle on the tip, collecting his precum. his taste is the classic bitter and salty but it’s not very strong so it’s not too bad. after getting a good taste and getting to adjust your mouth, you’re able to fit more of it in and do your best to move your head. luckily with satoru’s thrusts you have good momentum. 

satoru’s hands abandon your thighs but then instead go to your chest, squeezing it and pinching your nipples between his fingers while nailing your g-spot. muffled moans after muffled moans are heard vibrating around suguru’s length and it makes him grab the back of your head to bob it a bit faster. his movements are still a bit shallow so you can tell he’s getting close. 

“‘toru p–” a sharp moan leaves his mouth as you swallow around him, “please c-can i cum? please? oh fuck.”

you start to choke a little from not catching your breath and hope that satoru would say yes. instead he chuckles and says, “just a little longer.”

you whine in response, tears now falling down your face and start moving your hand faster on your clit. 

“oh fuck, you want me to leave it in you? want me to stuff you full of my cum?” satoru’s voice gets a little bit gruffer. 

you nod your head and moan louder intentionally so he could know that you want it. the lack of oxygen and the constant tingling stimulation makes you cream all over satoru’s cock again. the pulsing of your orgasm pushes satoru into his own and the vibrations of your moans over suguru’s cock also makes him shoot his load down your throat.

the two of them slow down their motions and pull out as they come down from their highs and you finally catch your breath. you can feel satoru’s cum oozing out of your sore hole and it feels like there was a lot. you see suguru manage to get up and grab a washcloth from his shower bag. he wets it under the sink and the two of them lovingly clean you up and ease you back down from your highs. they sit you up and give you one of their water bottles to sip out of.

“are you okay?” satoru asks as he pats your head. 

“mhm.” you barely let out because you feel as if your voice wouldn’t work anyways. 

“c’mon let's get dressed to go home and cuddle,” suguru caresses your cheek.

and you guys did exactly that…as well as a few other rounds. 

i love me an AWESOME sex pollen fic 😭🤤

Sex Pollen

Geto x F!Reader

A/n: This was pulled out from the depths of my fantasies

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: Oh no! You and Geto get hit by an aphrodisiac curse technique on a mission!! What should you do now?

Warning: Breeding, masturbation, begging, mating press, rough sex, desperate sex, marathon sex, doggy, squirting

You think there's something wrong with you. Something feels off, you feel off, rather, you feel hot.

You bolt upright in your bed, flinging the sheets away as if a second more underneath them would burn you. No, something was definitely off. Your mind buzzed, and it couldn't be from the adrenaline of the mission, that was hours ago, it was midnight now.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness of your room and you bit inside of your cheek. It wasn't just physical exhaustion that draped over your limbs—it was something else, something deeper and more consuming. The air around you felt thicker, every breath you took seemed laced with a heavy, intoxicating warmth. You press a hand to your forehead, trying to quell the rising temperature of your skin, but it provides little relief.

A creeping heat suffuses your body and an unmistakable pulse emanates from your core.

Where you.... Turned on?

A sickly-warm-funny feeling bubbles in your stomach and you're becoming aware of how your skin is starting to stick to your tank top and that the cloth between your legs feels....wet?

Hesitantly, you snake a hand under your waistband and underwear, releasing a small gasp when your skin makes contact with your arousal. You're soaked.

Why is this happening, why now? Your mind races through the events of the previous day. It was mainly just you and Geto on a mission, one like any other—find the curse, exorcise, clean up the mess. Could it be the technique you were hit with?

Could Geto be feeling this too?

Your heart jumps at the thought but you try to shake it off. You know you should get up, wake up Shoko, wake up Geto even, but you can't seem to will your legs to move. Your mind was is just too occupied with something else, the promise of something sweeter, something that is making the funny feeling in your stomach spread.

Without much of a thought, you press an index finger on your throbbing clit, garnering a sharp sigh from you. Just from that simple touch pleasure ripples through your body, making your toes curl. You do the movement again except this time you start drawing light circles on the sensitive nub. You can feel yourself squeeze around nothing from your own ministrations, bliss clouding your hazy mind.

It wasn't enough though. You needed more.

You dart your tongue across your lips and try to focus on the pleasure, on getting some relief. You try to dip one of your fingers inside your hole while continuing the ministrations on your clit with your other hand, but it proves too difficult, your fingers are too small.

Tears blotted your eyes from frustration, letting out a soft whine from the relentless heat that continued to rack your body. Oh how you wish you had someone else to help you, oh how you wish Geto was here.

Your core throbs at the thought. Yes, that was it, he is what you need. You resume your ministrations this time focusing on the euphoric thought of Geto suguru. He would be so good to you wouldn't he be? Oh you bet he'd fill you up so well too, fuck you just right, get rid of this painful arousal, and fill your mind with only pleasure. He would probably talk you through it too, let you pull and tug on his long black hair oh you can practically feel his hands on you right now, so big and warm.

You don't even realize that you are loudly moaning Geto's name at this point, too busy trying to grapple with the searing heat coursing through your veins. You feel like your body is surrounded by an invisible flame, fuck it feels like you are going to die. The room around you blurs into insignificance, as your thoughts fixate solely on your Geto Suguru, his absence a gaping void that echoes through your heightened senses. You feel a desperate craving, a pull so strong it borders on physical pain, rendering you breathless and sobbing for his touch, his presence.

"Suguru, please...." you gasp between sobs, your voice breaking with each word. The tears stream down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you clutch your sheets.

As if on cue, the door swings open and you think that there must be a god out there listening to you because there Suguru stands, backlit by the hallway light, his broad silhouette framed in the doorway.

Before you can even get a word in he is already next to you sitting on your bed and cupping your face with his large warm hands.

Deep violet eyes examine your face as his thumb brushes away the tears on your cheek.

"I-" You choke, a wave of emotions crashing down on your mind stifling the words that desperately wanted to escape your mouth.

"Shhhh, I know baby I know," he coos kissing your forehead and tracing your jaw with his thumb. "I feel it to, but I'm gonna take care of it ok? Don't worry about a thing m'gonna take such good care of you I promise."

He gently tilts your chin up, meeting your doe-eyed gaze with eyes that seems to devour you. Slowly, he lowers his lips to yours, encapsulating your trembling mouth in a deep, comforting kiss that steadys the chaotic beat of your heart. You sigh into the kiss and let his entangle with yours.

As the kiss deepens, he shifts slightly, his lips traveling from yours down to your neck. A soft gasp escapes you as he plants soft kisses along your skin, occasionally nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. You are so lost in the feeling of his lips that you don't even notice his hand on your inner thigh until his finger grazes your lips.

You jump at the sensation but Suguru places a light reassuring kiss on your lips

"jesus, please just, fuck, gotta get you ready just a little bit"

You shake your head quickly and place your hand on Suguru's crotch, the caress of his growing bulge making him groan.

"Please sugu, please just fuck me I can take it."

You don't have to tell him twice.

In one fluid motion Suguru tears off your underwear, lays you on your back and positions himself between your legs.

"Been waiting to do this for say long," he mummurs as he pulls down his sweatpants and whips out his dick. You thickly gulp at the sight, you could've guessed he was big not this big, could he even fit in you? A white beed of precum dribbled from his pretty pink tip and down his length and he uses the liquid to stroke himself in a few fluid motions.

You could hear your heart in your ears and adrenaline coursed through your veins at rocket fire speed. The need in between your legs was too much, it was clouding your head and twisting your stomach so tight you almost felt sick. You jolt when his fat tip bumps into your clit; collecting your juices before pressing against your quivering hole.

"Suguru please~" You whine and nearly miss the way his ears go bright red at your words

"I know baby I know Don't worry, I got you.”

You're cut off by the feeling of his length spreading you so helplessly wide and his tip smashing against something which must be your cervix you think. It’s painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides into you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock. Instinctively, your cunt squeezed around the foreign intrusion, trying to push it out, making Suguru let out a low groan of his own and pushing even deeper into you. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said hoarsely.

“Ngh so goo-"

You dont get to finish the thought because he pulls out and rams back into you with such a fever everything goes blank for a second.

His thrusts started out shallow and slow, testing the waters for how much he could get away with. What your limits were, and if you could fully take him for what he wanted. But that quickly changed to harsher thrusts, until he’s using you like his personal cock sleeve, shaping your insides and bruising your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity.

Every thrust knocks the wind out of you, his tip smushing right against your cervix only to be pulled out and rammed back in again. And the sounds, god the sounds where sinful. Wet skin against skin echoed through the room and the sloshing sound of both of your arousals makes your eyes roll back.

You don't know what's happening, you couldn't even tell someone your own name if they asked. Your grip on the sheets was starting to get loose, tears flowing down to your cheeks, mouth hanging open with drool pooling on the sheets as you were already fucked out of your mind.

"Come on baby just keep your legs on my shoulders. Can you do that for me?" His breath is hot against your ear. "F-fuck please" he says through a groan. If you weren't so fucked out of your mind you would think that he was actually begging. And you were right. Suguru isn't a whimpering man but here he is, voice cracking from the vice grip your cunt  

You are too dumb to reply, only spurting outcries and whines about how good he was fucking you. He snapped his hips so fast that everything seemed like a dream, the bed was shaking immensely with the headboard banging on the wall and you were losing your mind from the friction of his dick against your walls.

"Wanna fuck you every day,"  he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal brutal. "fuck fuck fuck," he swears, as he brings a hand to the back of your head and presses your lips onto his. Your so dazed you practically drool into the kiss, letting him entangle his tongue with yours until spit smeared on either side of your lips. He doesn’t slow the movement for a second as he kisses you, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing from the brutality.

Suddenly, it hits you. Like an ignition of fire your brain goes white and you feel yourself ascend to euphoria.

“You gonna cum baby?" he coos into your hear, pressing light kisses on the hollow of your neck. "fuck, cum for me baby, please, cum on me."  His hand flew between your bodies to rapidly rub your clit back and forth, hurtling you towards your orgasm. Your pussy tightens so hard around his cock that he nearly has to stop his thrusts. Your mouth grows lax as you feel yourself splitting in two, coming with his cock buried deep inside you. 

“That’s it,” He fucks you through your orgasm, pouring every ounce of his strength into chasing his own high. His thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flushed against yours, burying himself in your creamy cunny.

“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

His grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him, coming so hard he sees white. But he's not done.

Before you could recover, Suguru rolls you onto your back, in doggy, and slips into you. After the first thrust he has to hold still for a second, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the heat, he would burst inside you again. But the moment of rest only lasts for a second. He resumes his brutal pace, pumping himself in and out of you. 

You are wetter then ever down there, there is no longer friction only the mind-numbing pleasure of his tip hitting your cervix again and again. 

There is no warning when he cums inside you again, you only know when you feel his cum drip down your thigh.

"Feel so good, you feel so good baby."

You're in heaven right now. Your mind has gone to a different space detached from this world. Every time Suguru pushes into you, his tip of his dick rubbed perfectly against the gummy spot in you that made your whole body shake.

“Fuckkkk… I’ll fill you up, make you a mommy, you’d like that wouldn’t you… shit.”

All you can do is dumbly nod as you felt the crescendo of your euphoria building and building. It was so hot, your skin was radiating heat and before you could say anything you were tumbling toward the end faster then you could put a stop to it.

“S’feels weird~” you babble, too fucked dumb to properly pronunciate words. 

“Oh yeah? What does it feel like?” He coos, grabbing either side of your hips harder to fuck himself into you from your behind.

“Like m’gonna pee I don’t-hah-” something was pressing down on your stomach and it was overtaking your body; too fast to put a stop to it. You started to shake, abdomen clenching and mouth going into the lock jaw, tongue rolling out as you squirted clear juices everywhere.

“Oh f- good girl" He says through a groan, not stopping for a second as your pussy fluttered and clenched around him.

Inappropriate use of curse technique