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ᡴꪫ sum. what the hell is a full nelson? no worries, luckily underground boxer toji shows you a hands-on demonstration. although, you want choso to try it with you too. not only are you a slut visual learner, but you also think you can take them both - not in a fight though.

wc. 5.8k

warnings. fem! reader, boxer! au, boxers toji & choso, 3sum, choso walks in on you and toji, unprotected, full nelson, manhandling, brief ōral (f + m), quickie, size diff, finger sucking, praise, dirty talk, choking, they fight over you, whiny choso, squırting, impact play, slight nıpple play, premature ejac, spıt.

an. kind of based on this ask!

“upsie daisey, uh huh. biiiiig fuckin’ stretch,” your mouth drops open once your thighs gets sprawled apart. your back slumps back against the fighter — toji, you’ve been training with him for a while. not only were you training with him but you’ve also been a bit of a fan. you mentioned to him on how you wanted to strengthen your ‘flexibility’ a bit more and of course, he had just the right thing to help you. out of curiosity, you asked him about a certain position you watched him perform on his rival, choso kamo. full nelson, it was considered illegal in some rings if not all. toji would always perform a specific choking move where he’d pin choso down with ease, burly buff arms putting him in a head lock - preventing him from moving a single inch. the entire crowd always goes wild at it every single time—so you wanted to try it out for yourself. “easy, easy. don’t tap out on me jus’ yet, okay? y’er a big girl.”

bobbling your head to give him a nod, an airy breeze shoves you back into his chest. the stretchy fabric of his boxing shorts tickle against your skin upon impact. “o- okay,” you breathe, gasping once he hooks two big arms underneath the undersides of your thighs. he’s got such a good taut grip that seconds later, you felt yourself throb a bit at the feverish, hot friction. “you’re not really gonna, heh, choke me out right?”

“not unless y’er into that, princess,” he jibes, a throaty husk of a chuckle leaving out of him. and as you’re spread all out, limbs extended—yeah,

you were probably fucked.

after what seems like hours of meaningless stretches and exercises to prepare your limbs, toji’s finally got you in the position — you were sprawled right in his lap, being in a safe firm chokehold.

his voice was roughly gruff, and as he spreads your legs just a bit further, you feel the cottony bandage that wraps around his arm ghost up against your thigh. his touch was gentle and you intake a sharp breath, further continuing to lean into his touch - his grasp. “mhm, seems like y’er a bit more flexible than i thought. this comfy?”

“no,” you let off a sheepish snort, starting to feel a brief pang on your thighs from the position. to be fair — not only was full nelson uncomfortable but it was dangerous. just one wrong move and snap. but toji was a professional, he’d make sure you’d keep all your pretty little limbs in tact. probably. clearing your throat, your eyes scan around a plethora of trophies and plaques he’s won throughout his career. “but um, have you ever tried this position with no clothes on?”

toji grows quiet, allowing you to lie back on his chest. black curly strands of chest hair fondle against your skin before he murmurs gruffly into your ear. “maybe.”

the growing bulge that hid underneath his boxers had you almost feral. you felt its presence—how it was just there, poking right against your shorts.

you prepare for yet another sharp drawn out breath, taking in his loud axe cologne that wafts through the entire studio. “can we try nude?”

and that was probably dumb to ask.

it was very dumb to ask.

your lewd filthy thoughts loved to make themselves known out of your lips at the worst times. your heart raced the moment you blurted that out, feeling the tips of your ears burn a scorching temperature. he’d say no, you were almost sure of it. you were just a dumb fan who managed to be a favorite, surely he wouldn’t—

“why the hell not,” he snickers, sliding his hands toward the smooth curvature of your hips. “i’ll go easy on ya for today. let’s get rid of these,” he pulls on the string of your panties, already discarding your shorts with such quickness. “i’ll try not ‘ta break you too bad.”

but that was a lie—

not only did he break you but he stretched you out in all the ways possible.

you had the most dumbest expression, tongue lolled out, legs spread, gushing all over the velvet red boxing mat - time and time again.

pink luminescent lighting shine back against the centers of your irises as you stare up at the ceiling’s lights. you’ve never felt so weak. spit slick lips of yours were all swollen and numb from being chewed on constantly like candy. within minutes, your knees were already surrendering, bucking at his very mercy.

“fuck, tooooji.” you’d drag out his name in cute elongated syllables.

the infamous elastic stretch of his cock has you writhe and spasm all over his lap. ludicrously, your voice bounces across the cheap walls of the building. nevertheless, you can’t lie to yourself, you’ve rubbed a few out at the thought of having this moment with your favorite boxer.

unprofessional, maybe. but he didn’t care and neither did you. besides, he was helping you with your flexibility after all. even if it was a bit more intimate than most regular methods.

your heart races, thumping out quick hurried beats as he’s shoving his cock in and out of you. you’re in such a submissive position that you were just a bobble head, a doll. he treated you like one — using your body, bouncing you up and down and manhandling you all over the mat.

he gruffly cackles behind the plushy shell of your ear, watching right before his eyes as you’re jouncing on his dick. your skin was so warm, so hot, the recoil stings for a few seconds before your ass ricochets off his sharp pelvis.

the smacks and paps only grew louder, and so did your sweet melodic moans and whimpers.

a creamy pearl of a ring coats around his base and he grunts, still having a beefy arm around your neck. his muscles flex and you fight the urge to bite his bicep. “easy, good girl. lean right into me. y’er a natural.”

his words went straight to your cunt. toji was a dirty talker, never a sweet talker.

he knew how to get you wet, whether it was with his slick mouth, his tongue, or even his cock. his voice was always so low, timbre and all. the husk that it carried never failed to make you soaked. embarrassing,

oh, it definitely was embarrassing.

he’s got a free hand gripping onto your thigh, kissing your ass with his palm - rough rude spanks.

the cute flinches of your rear bouncing back against his lap makes him slide a tongue over his lips, including sliding over that notorious scar that slides down the right side of his mouth. “fuck, so fuckin’ sloppy. got the mat all soaked. should make ya lick it up, huh.”

you couldn’t even reply . . you tried, but babbles of inaudible squeaks came out instead.

it just felt too good, he felt too good.

you’re panting heavily, the repetitive pop song that blared through the boxing ring’s broken speakers gets stuck in your head. you hear the moist wails of your pussy squelching time and time again, entirely soaking yourself with your own beloved filth. a free hand of toji’s creeps its way in front of you. hand so big that he could easily cover it over your entire face if he could.

with glossy half-lidded eyes, you stare at his palm, feeling your mouth water.

thick long fingers, he knew what he was doing.

toji’s just casually waving his hand around in your face in a slow mesmerizing motion as you bounced on his cock. they were so lengthy and thick, his arms had prodding veins for days. from his wrist to the edge of his arm, you saw the veins poking out. he was so built that you couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t help but drool. “what a sloppy little girl. i could really snap you in half, heh,” he huffs, clenched abs pressing against your back. it’s hard, rock hard . . they feel like bricks.

you knew underground boxers like toji had to keep up a strict workout routine but damn.

“but you’d like that, huh,” he murmurs, bringing another smack to your slick wet folds. you moan at the stretch of your limbs, craving for more of his rude spanks against your swollen cunt. you throbbed from not only his words but his touch too, and the thought of him literally breaking you had you a bit more soaked than you thought it would.

this was a workout of its own - rutting your weight up and down against him. he’s got a secure hold on your body, holding your thighs up in place.

you were stupid, not even acknowledging that you’d already grab ahold of his wrist, stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you moan the second the dry bandaged digits delve past your lips and makings way down your throat. as your ass steadily rocks against him in sloppy rhythm, you feel the very tips of his fingers prod against your puny uvula. you almost gag at the unexpected feeling—a cobwebby trail of saliva that was translucent pours down the side of your parted lips.

“no manners, tch,” he scoffs and his ripped abs continue to brush up against your back. “sloppy baby. got some nerve showin’ up to train being this fuckin’ nasty ‘n soaked.”

the hot skin against skin contact rubbing off against each other had your panties in a bunch, despite them already being technically pulled to the side and abandoned.

you were already still sensitive, swollen achy cunt sobbing out its own pleas of pleasure.

haphazardly, your knees buckle and he snatches his fingers out of your mouth. he does this solely to get a taste himself, swirling his pink pointed tongue against his slippery digits all thanks to you. “startin’ ‘ta think you came here for more than to just get an autograph ‘n work out with me, pretty girl.”

and as the plump crown of his cock molds you a tiny brief bulge from just his size alone — it repeatedly thrashes up against your sweetest spot. you shudder, about to collapse backward before you hear the jingling bells of the front door sound off.

“h- hey, toji man. did i leave my . . gloves . . ?”

choso, toji’s rival and regular training partner stares at the erotic scene and his face twists.

“oh,” and he’s flustered right away.

you stop bouncing and your eyes widen as big as saucers—yet, you weren’t even embarrassed. you were in awe, you knew all about choso kamo.

the choso kamo, anyone would be crazy not too. he was the most recent up and coming boxer, and after beating toji with a brutal close score of 58-57.

as you’re reclined back against toji—you finally get a good look at the other dark haired boxer.

he was slim yet also well built, choso was known for fighting opponents with his iconic ponytails but as of currently - he started to wear his hair down. sometimes he’d pin it up, a bit of a wolf cut that flew down his broad shoulders.

as his bashful gaze met yours, he grew nervous. very nervous.

black sable hued shorts cling onto his hips whilst he was shirtless, a few past battle scars painting the entire canvas of his perfectly chiseled body. “am i . . interrupting something?”

“nah. c’mere, ‘cho,” a husky voice calls out and he pauses in his tracks. the air suddenly clouded its way with imaginary thick smoke of lust and tension. it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

he swallows—dragging his bare feet across the crimson red mat toward you both, ducking underneath the stretchy multicolored bars before gawking at you. he was far pretty up close once he entered the practice ring, he runs a hand behind his neck before averting his eyes away from your nude body out of respect.

“he’s always been kinda shy,” toji purrs to you, still buried deep into your cunt. you shiver, every movement he makes makes—even just sitting up makes you let off a soft noise. you chew the inside of your cheek, feeling a stickiness stick between your thighs. dark green eyes flicker at choso and he hums, tilting his head. “choso, you know how to do full nelson too, yeah?”

“y- yeah, of course i do why?”

“you’re avoiding eye contact again.”

choso gulps - burying his hands into the burrows of his shorts pockets. a sheet of sweat marinates across his forehead before he glances at toji, rephrasing. “eh, yeah i know how to do full nelson. why?”

“because,” toji smacks his lips, a hand prying its way between the valley of your legs. you moan, still feeling full from tepid hot dumps of his cum practically oozing out of your puffy slit. “we’ve got a new opponent ‘n she wants to experience what it’s really like on the ring.”

“toji, we do full nelson all the time,” choso timidly runs a bundle of fingers through his buzzed undercut, a timid smile curling against his lips. “we never usually do it um . . naked though.”

the boxer underneath you deadpans. he could be so dense, choso stands still before a small gasp wrenches out of his pink glossed lips.

“oh.. oh,” and his face turns into a flustered tint.

you’ve watched a bit of his interviews and it seemed not only was he shy with the press but he was also very shy in person. it was cute, regardless.

as you’re busy being trapped up in your own thoughts, choso can’t help but peek down toward your legs. you were all exposed and being stretched out by his rival. he sucks his teeth in longing, briefly staring away before feeling himself grow a bit . . aroused. “i feel disrespectful for looking, ‘m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay,” you murmur in coy reassurance, and a hand tugs onto his wrist. choso’s breath hitches at your touch, and you felt his dark eyes flicker back toward you. there’s this look in choso’s eyes, it’s mainly lust-driven. his pupils were blown and his heart raced, you looked so pretty. it’s not like he didn’t exactly not know you. he’d see you every so often when you were ‘training’ with toji. not only that but he’d spot you attending almost every boxing match. always in the front row with a vip lanyard. secretly, you were more of a choso fan but toji didn’t have to know that. “do you wanna touch me too?”

“yes,” he blurts out almost right away and his face flushes a deeper shade. a rumble from toji shakes his shoulders - he’s chuckling, and you feel a big arm wrap around your torso. you bite down on your lip, still feeling yourself sit in a creamy puddle of filth, warm cum still plugged into you. choso starts to pant, watching you slither a hand between your thighs, spreading your soppy pussy lips. “i mean.. oh, that’s..” and he’s barely able to think straight, watching as you toy with yourself whilst still being full of toji’s thickset cock. his head starts to spin before he inches closer, kneeling down after your cute hand gestures to come here. “a- are you sure you want me to—”

“it’s okay, go ahead.” you hum, guiding his wrist.

“choso, she’s not gonna bite ya,” toji snickers, bringing your legs back down. as of now — you were currently straddling him with your back facing his chest. choso rubs his neck once more, growing sheepish yet again. it’s adorable, but again, he’s seen you at his matches and face offs. choso being choso though was far too shy to say anything or thank you for your support. but now, maybe he could thank you in another way. toji crosses his arms, cocking his head as he glances at the scene. “atta boy.”

a scowl forms on the timid boxer as his fingers resume to brush up against your drooling cunt. “s- shut up, toji,” and you let off a moan at his gentle strokes. you continue to lie back against toji - staring at choso, ogles as two plump fingers of his partner’s play up and down against your soddened entrance. choso’s mouth starts to water the more he stares, admiring how full you were—you had a few remnants of toji’s cum oozing from your slit and he swipes it up, bedaubing it against your pussy to make it sheeny again. “f- fuck, you’re so pretty.”

“you can t- touch me more, choso,” you lightly pause his hand by grabbing his wrist. his eyes meet yours and he felt the tent in his boxers tighten. oh, he was already whipped from the sound of your voice. with half lidded smoky eyes, he huffs out a single breath before glancing at your lips. you climb off of toji and a brief pop exits your cunt - dragging choso closer. “are you hard, choso?”

“he’s definitely hard,” toji tchs, averting his jade green eyes toward his partner’s shorts. it was hard to not notice the presentable bulge that’s sticking right in front of his leather everlast brand shorts. “cute.”

“shut up man,” he repeats with a glowering scowl.

with a cute dramatic sigh, choso grumbles something under his breath - trying to pay more attention back toward you. he leans into your touch, closing the gap between your legs until he’s right between you. choso presses a chaste kiss against your collarbone before moaning into your tender skin. he couldn’t help but suck against your shoulder for a few seconds, relishing in your candied flavor.

you were so sweet - bandaged hands roam everywhere on your displayed body before he exhales deeply, staring at you with almost heart shaped pupils. “you . . wanna try full nelson with me too, princess?”

throwing your arms over him, you hum with a subtle nod. “yeah, ‘s okay. i can handle it.”

famous last words,

with choso . . he stretched you all the way out, probably even more than toji.

his cock was just as thick, maybe even more. his fat reddened tip swelters the inside of your sopping pussy so good until you’re whimpering his name on constant loop. it’s like a mantra, you’re so dumb that it’s like his five lettered name was the only thing your brain could comprehend to say.

he’s got you upright in the same exact position before, slinging two beefy arms underneath your thighs as your weight bounces and defies gravity.

“fuck, fuck,” he whines, the addictive squeeze your cunt had never failed to make itself known. he reached any and every area so deep. choso had a delicious curve to his cock that sent you straight butterflies. it expands through your walls, french kissing your insides until you whine. his base was repeatedly getting smacked from your ass, each ‘n every time you jerked up from his lap. “y- you’re so good. so warm, ‘m gonna pass out.”

“aren’t you the boxer though?” you try to tease, but your cheeky voice falters the second his slitted tip kisses against that spot.

your vision was merely blurry, seeing nothing but a kaleidoscope of stars. in almost defeat, your head falls back against his chest and toji watches the entire time, buff arms crossed and an amused cunning expression. seeing you milk his rival was something he didn’t know would turn him on so much.

choso doesn’t reply to your little jest, still pumping such fat inches inside of your gripping walls. he’s already dumb, knocked out cold with a solid punch - not necessarily from an opponent, but your pussy. “hang onto me, ‘kay? this position requires lots of um . . s- stamina.”

as you nod, your entire body dangles and bobs from the movement — parching hot friction gluing against each jolting limb before you spasm.

“chosoooo,” and your thighs collapse, coming to its pleasurable demise. his thrusts were sloppy, the squelches of your own body was so lewd. you heard it through and through, glancing down to see yourself flutter and clench around his cock. “fuck, fuck ‘m gonna get close again.”

“wait,” a gruff voice murmurs and you glance up to see toji standing over you. he cups your chin, a thumb caressing your quivering bottom lip. “such a empty mouth. hm, open for me, pretty. think you could use some throat training too.”

as choso’s still plummeting his cock into your swollen cunt - stretching you out dexterously, you part your lips open.

by your surprise, toji’s lips meets yours and he pulls you into a deep kiss. it’s a bit of a rushing kiss, sloppy and strings of saliva tangling between each mouths. you moan, feeling the weight of your breasts bounce as you’re making haste on the other boxer’s lap. fuck, you were quite literally living the dream. you whimper, feeling his broad hands grab against your tits, using thumbs to push squeeze pressure against your perky nipples. he was always so handsy, allowing his hands to wander everywhere and yanking against the remaining pathetic pieces of fabric that covered your body.

you were still layered . . partially,

his rough scarred hands slide underneath your blouse as he’s continuing to make out with you, curling his parted tongue beside your own before it turns into obscene sucking. your own tongue occasionally scrapes against his scar that located directly near the right side of his mouth - it tickles a bit—however, you whimper once choso’s dick created its own little kisses against your g-spot.

abruptly, toji who was just claiming your mouth a few seconds ago pulls away from the continued kiss to grip underneath your chin again. “ah, say ah,” and he hums at your obedience, staring at your pretty pink tongue rolling out of your mouth flat. “good, ‘m gonna train this throat a little bit for ya, sweets. that alright?”

“o- okay,” and you’re briefly cut off once he springs out his cock again, thwacking his pink pearly tip against your tongue. he lets off a gruff satisfied grunt, feeling himself harden up once you flick your tongue against his slit. you’re slow, making sure to savor his taste. he watches, smacking his lips and his left brow curls.

toji bites his lip, his abs curlings as he watches you try to suck him of fully — he smacks his cock all against your face softly, watching your needy pout before humming. “such a needy cock hungry slut,” and a thumb swipes against your lip, preparing to insert his hardened shaft down your throat. “aw, you want more, do ya?”

you nod before moaning, feeling choso kiss down your neck, yearning for your attention.

“y- you’re doing so good,” choso whines against your ear, clinging onto your jerking body. “ngh, don’t listen to toji. he’s just mean.”

toji rolls his eyes. he’d reply with a sassy remark but he was still feeling the after effects of sensitivity. his muscles were all tense and spasming from you just bouncing on him just a few minutes ago. you’re just grinding onto choso, feeling your hips ridiculously buckle and snap before he smears his cockhead against your lips like it was lipstick. his plump tip goes against your wet lips, only for him to smack it against your clean pink tongue. “mmph.” you lashes flutter, ogling as he buries a few fingers into your scalp for a good grip. toji grunts, briefly tossing his head back in rapture. his scent grows stronger as he gradually starts to sink his way into your mouth.

“t- toji, ‘m gonna cum. i can’t last,” choso babbles, facial expressions scrunching up the more you quicken your tempo on his lap. toji glances at choso who’s melting right underneath you — he’s got you in a secure hold, but it’s lazy.

one of his arms sling around your torso, another holding onto your thigh. “fuck,” he sucks against your neck, feeling the stretch increase. your walls were his own worst enemy, preparing to milk him for all of his worth. everything felt hot, his throat felt dry and he’s starting to shake right underneath you. “gonna cum, gonna c- cum.”

“not yet, ‘cho,” he grunts, watching as you lean in, adjusting your throat to his heavy size. your tongue swirls around the peeling slit and he huffs, a single hand tightening its hold against the roots that stick onto your scalp. “mhm, look at me. don’t worry about him, he’s just a crybaby,” and you can hear choso let off a scoff from behind you. toji’s sensitive cock was still dribbling a bit with a concoction of your previous juices and he groans at the image of you lapping it right up. “c’mon, little deeper. i wanna feel that slutty roof.”

whilst you’re having your mouth and cunt filled entirely—choso’s whining pitches louder and louder. so loud that it reverbs all throughout the thin walls of the empty boxing arena. thankfully, there wasn’t anyone here and it was usually closed on saturdays. he didn’t like be edged, he hated it.

but it felt good,

so fucking good.

especially due to the fact that he was so close to you, hearing your sweet whimpers follow in sync with his.

your voice made his cock twitch and from the inside, you felt it all.

every frantic spasm - you felt it, not to mention the few lightning type veins that run down the upward curve of his cock, you felt that too.

you rocked against him until your knees were at its last. he’s still holding you up but even he was about to tap out. choso had stamina - but he was no match for his rival, toji.

with murky low eyes—toji’s staring dead at you, bobbling your head and merely shoving you down just a little deeper.

you get sloppy, a puddle of drool trickling down the corners of your chin and down the valley of your chest before his tip hits against the roof of your mouth again.

it’s a rough rude hit and his cock gives the very back of your throat its own few jabs. a combo if you will — yet it’s more raunchy instead of sportsmanlike.

“eyes on me baby. yeah, yeah,” toji turns your head a bit, locking onto your sweet gaze. “get it wet, clean it up for me. make me just as much of a mess as you, girl.”

his words were so low - an almost growl. you were too focused on toji that you concisely forgot about the other boxer that’s sat underneath you.

choso came and it was so sudden—he couldn’t hold it anymore.

his grip weakens and he slouched back against the ring, spurts of hot cum pouring into you deep. he’s trembling, feeling a wave crash down on him as he’s succumbing to his high. choso can’t help but try to mimic toji, swatting the palm of his hand softly against your ass. even his spanks were respectful.

the worn out boxer pants, letting off an adorable finish. his vocals were quite loud despite having a deep bellow. “baby oh, fuuuck,” he mewls out, dark brows coming together. choso was about to lose it even more at the feeling your swiveling hips throwing itself around in a circle just because. toji watches the entire thing, how you were teasing his partner whilst having your mouth all stuffed full. as he’s stood tall before you both, his abs clench and you get a face view of it all. perfectly incised along the edges, you saw a few marks and scars coat against his skin and it’s never been more attractive. choso on the other hand found his hands grabbing onto your tits, gently brushing a thumb against your sensitive nipples before nuzzling into your neck. he was definitely pussy drunk — you could hear it. “babyyy,” a soft voice whines pussy drunkly against the lobe of your ear, and you depart your lips away from toji’s cock. he groans, viewing you lie back before you start to twitch out a bit yourself.

not only was choso close but so were you. as your legs were all stuck up in the air in its ideal position, you dramatically gasp once you feel it.

there’s a tugging pile of pressure that presses down on your tummy. your jaw drops—dangles and everything as you’re being pushed further toward the edge. your arousal steadily builds up until it finally comes.

just seconds apart from choso, you pant - a brief pang of electric shock ascending down right through you. you were speechless for a moment.

there’s nothing but a white noise blaring through each of your ears. it feels like an unpredictable wave, a powerful wave that ripples right through your entire body. it took you a long time to realize you were finishing - not only finishing but you were squirting.

“ohmygodddd,” you whimper out, feeling your legs vigorously shake. you gush out right onto the mat. feeling yourself grow hot — you’re even hotter because of choso’s body underneath you.

effortlessly, bodies stick against each other, snuggling in filthy warmth. as you’re leisurely coming to a halting stop of your rhythmic hips, choso’s cock remained tuck inside of you and you catch your breath, head cutely flopping back against his bare chest.

“did . . did you just squirt on me?” choso whimpers, a tremor in his voice.

his voice, it grew a bit raspier. although, you could still hear the softness lingering underneath it.

toji leans in toward you both, spreading your legs open just a bit more - he strums a calloused thumb down your opening, peering as you’re still fluttering out of arousal and was still sopping wet all the way from your needy clit.

“she fuckin’ did,” he coos, and he leans down, getting right on his knees.

you watch with low hooded eyes, still feeling surges of nirvana and euphoria overtake your body. toji purrs in contentment, wide open palms slapping against the foamy ring mat before sticking out his lengthy rosy tongue. you’re catching irregular heavy breaths right along with choso, full lungs preparing to collapse and give out before you pulse.

the moment toji drags his long tongue over the dampened spot of where you just made a mess—you felt yourself throb yet again.

so nasty, he had no shame at all. choso watched too, and he felt the exact same way as you did.

“what a mess,” and with another throaty chuckle leaving his lips, he cleans the mat off entirely before going between your legs. you moan, his palm gifting your cunt with a single abrupt spank. you’re so drenched that a few spurts of your slick coat onto his hand. toji stares at it, scoffing. “pussy tryin’ to talk back i see,” and he rubs his hand in a circular rotation against your cunt, maneuvering all kinds of shapes with his palm. you whimper, grabbing onto choso’s wrist. in awe, toji watches as dumps of cum ooze out of your opening and he even licks that up too, sticky black hair all unkempt and gluing against his forehead. the thin black bangs that run down his brows gives him a more alluring look and he hums, darkened eyes meeting his partner’s. “choso. don’t be a zombie. c’meree.”

you were definitely fucked—

being laid out, defeated and just stupidly stupid.

your legs sprawl outward as they’re both right between them. taking turns, flicking tongues of each against your swollen cunt. they took fighting over you to an entire new level. as they were drinking you dry — you couldn’t help but imagine the lewd thought of taking them both at the same time. you’d probably get crushed, you could barely even handle one as is, but two? that’d be an actual knockout for real.

as you’re still in a trancing daze, you watch both of the boxers with wide rounded eyes, grabbing both of them by the hair. there’s choso who’s really sweet and gentle, giving your pussy soft kitten kisses, softly brushing a thumb down your slit.

and then there’s toji . .

the clit biter - opposite of choso being the clit kisser, he doesn’t care.

with ravened brows furrowing up, he’s so rude to your pussy. every few seconds, he’d tenderly nibble against your pulsating nub, knowing that you’re sensitive there. with a smug grin, he shifts his eyes at you to stare at you dead in the face whilst he’s right between your legs. he’s messy too, moving his head from side to side, his scar swipes against your cunt every now and then.

not only was he messy but he was a hogger. he slurps you clean, luxuriating the tasteless flavor on his tongue before he hears choso cutely huff out in frustration.

“toji, you’re hogging her. ‘s no fair,” he grunts, dark eyes catching a glimpse at him from his hazy peripherals.

“cry ‘bout it,” and he spits on your cunt, hooked bump of his nose rubbing all against your slit.

already - toji’s chin was drenched, and so was choso’s. they both match with a slick of your sheeny arousal dripping down their perfectly chiseled chins. about a good hour had probably passed — then again, you were too dumb to acknowledge the time. all you knew was that you were soaked. you whimper, being nothing but a stiff shivering mess as they devoured you whole.

the numbness in your legs had your back rising up in ecstasy. you wanted more. sloshing slick tongues thrash and glissade against each other before they eventually . . tangle.

toji groans, accidentally meeting with choso’s lips and its brief. his eyelashes open and he has a sly smile at his rival. you watch the entire thing, the timid boxer versus the smug one. toji’s hand still remains on your folds and he’s multitasking, seductively licking choso’s bottom lip - still locking his gaze on him. he’s starting to taking his attention off of you. “hm, don’t tell me you wanted attention from me ‘n not her this entire time, ‘cho.”

a lump gets caught in his throat. choso grows flustered, hearing his own pulse shoot out through his ears as his lips made contact against his rival. “i—”

he’s hard, flaccid still, but definitely hard. there was a loud silence once a smack noise leaves there lips the second they each depart. choso’s got a pout, a longing pout before he tries to act tough.

“shut up, toji.” he grouses, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“how ‘bout ya make me,” and you’re just sat there dumbfounded with your legs still sprawled as if you weren’t just being fought over - invisible questions marks pop up everywhere over your head. what about you? what about you. with quick reflexes, he pins choso flat down on his back before snickering, having the most lewd back arch imaginable.

“our re-match is tonight after all, pretty boy.”

Risky Business

ఌ Pairings ఌ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader x Suguru Geto

ఌ Warnings ఌ MDNI- Cunnilingus, blow jobs, fingering, p in v sex, anal sex (fem receiving) creampie, double penetration, objectification low key, dollification if you squint, dirty talk

(I had this on a03 and accidentally orphaned it, oof lol)

ఌ Word Count ఌ 4,847

ఌ Summary ఌ Satoru Gojo is your boyfriend and decides to share you with his best friend 🫠💖

One Shot

You had always known that Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend, was a bit of a wild one, but you never expected him to suggest something like this. You had been together for a while now, and things had been going great. You loved him, the little shithead, the cute idiot he could be, but this was something you had never considered.

At first, you were taken aback. You didn't know how to react. You had never even thought about being with anyone else, let alone someone else at the same time as Satoru. But as you listened to him explain, you began to understand where he was coming from.

Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo had been best friends for years, and they had always shared everything. They had shared secrets, they shared women. You had been the first Gojo had been so serious about that it hadn't been a thing, and you always knew Satoru was possessive as fuck.

And now, Satoru wanted to share you with Suguru.

The fuck.

“Satoru… have you lost your mind?” You ask incredulously, as you two are lounging around after having fucked several times, a sweaty mess in his big four post bed.

He caresses your sweaty collar bone with his long fingers, blue eyes boring into you, devious smirk on his beautiful face.

“I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want, but fuck it would be hot. Him sharing you. Licking your perfect little pussy.” You moan softly, and his full lips smirk. “Maybe not him fucking you… I don't know how I'd handle that. But at least playing.”

You were still unsure, but as you looked into Satoru's eyes, you saw the passion and the longing there. You knew that he wouldn't ask you to do something that you didn't want. And… Did you?

Suguru was also your good friend, and arguable handsome as fuck too. Where Gojo was bright and pretty, Geto was dark and enigmatic. More serious as Gojo was goofy. Like a yin and yang, those two.

“But how do you know Suguru would…”

“Oh, he thinks you're beautiful. Who wouldn't? But he really does. He just holds back.”

You flush bright red, taking a shaky breath. Gojo laughs at your response. “But like… would it be complicated?”

“We've shared women before, haven't we?” You nod. You had brought home a couple of women before that you and Gojo had shared, usually after some wild party you all went to. But that seemed different? “If I had fun why can't you?”

“What does it make me?”

“Fun. Duh.” You snort at that.

“Wouldn't it be weird after?”

“He may fall in love with this perfect pussy, its true.” You smack at him and giggle.

“Not that!”

“Well, let's just see how it plays out. I want you to feel desired fully by both of us. Touching you everywhere.”

“Mnh.”

“Already wet at the thought?” His.long fingers find your aching cunt.

“Fuck. Okay. Only once!”

“Just once.”

****

You, Suguru, and Satoru all spend the evening together at Satoru’s place, having drinks, playing cards, and just relaxing. But something in the air was different, the way Suguru looked at you in your black little dress, the way Gojo showed you off, the comments they made…

When the three of you retired to Satoru's bedroom, the atmosphere grew tense with anticipation, with desire, with something unspoken between you all. You could feel the heat radiating off of Satoru's body as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing down your neck, unzipping the back of your dress. Suguru smiled at you, his eyes full of desire.

“Are you comfortable?” Suguru asks, standing in front of you. You nod, shyly, as his strong hand gently brushes down your arm. Satoru kisses the side of your neck, tickling deliciously, shooting desire down your body.

“Better not like his kisses better.” Gojo grumbles, and you and Suguru break out in laughter, easing the biting tension.

“May I?” Suguru comes close, cupping your face, and you're pressed between his big, strong body and Satoru's familiar hard and lithe frame. Your body is humming with pleasure.

“Yes.” You say softly.

And then Suguru kisses you softly on the lips, his sweet, as Satoru grabs your hips with firm hands, you sigh into his lips, while they both gently touch your body. Your tongues entwine, and then Satoru yanks you back, kissing you now, so different, possessive and brutal, the kisses you were used to, letting you know he's here for you.

Suguru is kissing down your throat, your back arches, ass against Satoru's already hard cock, breasts aching against Suguru's chest, hot and hard. Your hands go to his chest, and you're kissing him again, as Satoru eases your dress down your body, bit by bit.

“Show him how pretty these tits are, baby.” Gojo murmurs, you tremble a bit, and they both pull off you.

Suguru began to undress you with him, taking off your bra, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through you. His hands were gentle, but they moved with a confidence that made you feel safe and secure. You glanced over at Satoru, who was watching you intently, a look of possessiveness in his eyes.

“Very beautiful.” Suguru whispers, and you flush.

“Aw, you're so cute. Mind going wild?” Gojo teases you now, and you take a shaky breath, nodding. “Are you going to be our little slut tonight?”

“Our pretty little toy.” Geto’s voice is husky, and you're naked in front of them, as Geto’s hands trail down your frame.

“Yes… but… You all get naked. Not fair.” They snort in laughter, and soon they're shirtless. You breathe out, seeing Satoru's beautiful chiseled body next to Geto’s, strong and muscled and broad.

You have your hands on both of their abs, now, pussy wetter by the moment, and they're both kissing either side of your neck, tongues hot. You tremble, pussy throbbing around nothing, as Gojo’s hand grips your ass hard, and Geto’s touch is firm but easy, the contradictions driving you crazy.

“You okay baby?” Gojo murmurs. Soft whisper in your ear. You ease, feeling so safe, nodding.

“I'm good. Very good.”

Geto’s fingers go lower, to find your clit with rough fingers, and you gasp at the sensation, when he rubs little circles on your clit. Your eyes catch his, cat eyes a chocolate brown, a little smirk on his face, and Gojo is guiding you to the bed now, Suguru is sucking your wetness off his fingertips.

“Why don't you eat her out, Suguru?” Gojo says wickedly. And presses you down on your back, you cry out, a little whine, covering your face. Gojo softly eases your hands down.

Geto kneels on the floor, between your thighs. And Gojo is next to you, hovering over you, playing with your breasts, sucking on your taut nipples. Your legs are shaking violently as Geto’s strong hands ease them apart. He looks up at you, long hair falling just so in front of his face. You lean up to brush it back, tension and desire in the air, and Gojo watches you two.

“Do you want me to? To taste you, love?” Suguru asks, and you nod, then it's all too much.

Suguru's lips found your entrance, and he began to tease you with gentle kisses and gentle tongue flicks, hot and wet where you are aching now. You moaned softly, arching your back as you felt his hot breath on your most sensitive spot, making you wetter, pressure rising.

Your fingers tangled in Satoru's hair as he's kissing you, playing with your breasts. Suguru is pulling your pussy lips open wider, sliding his tongue in your hole now, hitting a spot that made you feel like you were floating, and you're close. So close.

“Do you want to cum on his face, my pretty little slut?” Gojo asks softly, and you cry out, him pinching your nipples.

“Y-yes.” Now your hands were in Sugurus long silky hair, and Gojo eased back to watch you cum.

“Then come.”

Suguru had been so gentle, but as your cunt is pulsing, you're so fucking wet he's drinking you, the sounds of his moans and your wetness obscene. His hands grabbed your thighs tightly. You're screaming, shaking, feeling waves of pleasure pulse through every nerve ending. You struggle to gain any sense of self anymore, absorbed with the hands and lips on you.

He eases up, his handsome face covered in your wetness, grinning with those white teeth. You giggled for some reason, and then you all were laughing softly, you were still shaking.

“That… was intense.” You murmur, Gojo scowls then, shoving Suguru out of the way, and then he's up by you, kissing you, and Gojo is between your thighs.

“You better not be better at that than me.” He bickered to Geto, who smirked, caressing your breasts now.

“I am pretty good, aren't I?” Your answer was covered by a kiss, then Gojo had your legs wide, spreading your puffy lips to start to flick quickly on your already sensitive clit, movements so fast they hit insane.

He was mercilessly devouring you, different from the ease that Geto had leisurely done, no, Gojo had to win. Always. And he knew you so well, he had you screaming in a minute, gripping his shoulders to hang on as he slid his fingers in, deep and thick, massaging your G spot.

“Well I didn't know we were using fingers. I'd have won.” Geto growled, and Satoru looked up, two fingers deep in your pussy, his face covered in your wetness too. You're embarrassed how wet you are, and the two seem to be in some wild competition, like you were in a basketball game.

“Mine are longer.” Gojo shoves two in you, so deep, and you start pulsing around them as you cum, hard, and he’s back down between your thighs, tongue and fingers working in perfect sync, making you fall apart. Your back is arched, and now Geto is rubbing your body up and down while you’re slippery against Gojo’s face.

You tremble, unable to form a thought from the pleasure they both had just brought you, when Satoru slides up, smiling devilishly happy, his face soaked. He wipes it on the back of his hand, before shoving his fingers in your mouth, having you suck yourself off.

“Hands and knees.” Satoru orders softly, menacing almost, his eyes insanely dilated making them hard to handle, a wild look to him. You do as he asks, without question, and Gojo is standing and turning you, so that he was in front of you and Geto was behind you.

You tense just a bit, looking up at him, and feeling Geto’s grip on your ass cheeks then, a little firmer, nipping you there and making you jump. Gojo smirks as he looks down at you, so dominating, so cocky, you love him. You love feeling like this, like his toy, like their toy, if only for tonight.

Gojo takes two fingers, opening your mouth, and Geto is kissing the backs of your thighs, his breath hot against your pussy again, making you moan, which Gojo used to pull out his cock, slapping his belly button, rock hard and huge. A cock that took a lot to get used to, and you still really weren’t. He taps your open mouth, your tongue, hand wrapping your hair into a fist.

“Suck my cock, beautiful. I want to feel those moans while he plays with that pretty pussy again, yes?”

“Yes. Yes, Satoru. Mnh.” You are already moaning, and now Suguru is sliding a finger into your sensitive pussy, thick, stretching you where you’d already tightened, and you gasp. Gojo is shoving his cock in your mouth, you’re sucking, moaning against him, he’s hissing and gripping your hair hard, Geto gently smacks your ass, fingering deeper, two now.

“Such a good little whore, isn’t she, Suguru? Doesn’t she feel good?” Gojo whispers, and you jump a bit as Suguru hits that spot inside of you, up and down, up and down, urging you further.

“She feels so good. Our little fuck doll, isn’t she?”

Fuck.

You were depraved and going to hell?

This was too hot.

You’re cumming, quick, urging Gojo to go deeper, to fill your mouth with his cock, tasting the precum as he fucks into your throat, forceful yet gentle, and they treat you like their object, and you love it.

Your muscles clenched around Suguru's fingers then, and you cried out in pleasure as he found your G-spot. He began to thrust faster with his fingers, matching the rhythm of Satoru's thrusts. You could feel your orgasm building, an unstoppable wave of pleasure threatening to consume you, making your throat take more and more of Satoru’s cock.

Suddenly, Gojo pulls away, and turns you, to where now you were face to face with Satoru’s cock, huge, thick and hard. You lick your lips, nervous a bit, since this was one thing you’d only done with Satoru. You tense, and Suguru gently takes your chin in his hand, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes.

“You’re so pretty.” He murmurs, and you melt a bit more.

“She’s only sucked my cock, but she’s fucking amazing. Aren’t you, baby? Do you want to show him?”

You nod, helplessly aroused, and open your mouth, Suguru eases his thick cock inside of it, you suck, gently, he moans, throwing his head back, and Gojo’s grip is hard on your hips, moaning as he watches you two.

“Mmm.” You moan around his cock, and he sucks in a breath, chocolate eyes meeting yours, intense in their want.

“You’re doing so good.” Suguru reassures you, and Gojo then was running a hand up your back, pressing down at your shoulder blades, making you arch, opening for him.

“Such a good girl.” He agrees, and then Gojo had your pussy wide open, and with one swift motion, Satoru thrust into you, filling you, stretching you out, and you’re crying out around Suguru’s cock.

As you felt Satoru's cock fucking you, his hands tight on your hips, you looked up at Suguru, watching his face as he felt your mouth stretch around his length. Your tongue danced over his tip, teasing him as you took him deep into your throat. Your fingers dug into the blankets below you, rocking back to take each of Satoru’s thrusts and the pleasure was hitting every nerve ending.

It felt so, so, so fucking good.

Suguru's breath hitched, and he gripped your hair tightly, his hips bucking against your face, a little more forceful, but he was still so caring. You tightened your lips around his length, using your tongue to tease him even further, flicking it against the sensitive ridge at the tip.

Satoru’s fucking you hard, shaking you with each forceful thrust, and reaches up to rub your ass hole with a wet finger, sliding a finger in as he continues to rail you, each sound loud as his pelvis smacks your ass, his balls against your clit. You’re whining, and Geto is matching his thrusts, all three of you in perfect sync, making you cum all ove Satoru’s cock then.

Suguru’s hips moved faster, his cock throbbing in your mouth, as you’re screaming through your orgasm, so wet you’re slippery, feeling Satoru grow harder inside of you. Suguru’s hands moved from your hair, cupping your face as he held you in place.

Satoru's breath was ragged now, his thrusts losing their rhythm. He looked down at you, at the sight of you pleasuring Suguru, and his control snapped. He slammed into you, the headboard banging against the wall as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside you, feeling your throbbing cunt as it came, so wet he nearly fucking slipped out before sliding back in your tight entrance.

Satoru’s grip on your hips tightened brutally, his nails digging into your skin, and both of them are whispering to you, encouraging you, you’re helpless to them, just being used for their pleasure. You fucking fell hard into it, brain fuzzy, literally just instinct as you feel yourself losing your sense of self, mindless pleasure driving you to greedily suck and fuck.

“Do you want to ride him, baby?” Satoru’s question shocks you. He is easing out of your sore pussy, making you cry out, looking back at him with wide eyes.

“I… huh?”

They laugh breathlessly, and you are so mind numbed you cannot form words, cannot form thoughts anymore, you have no clue what’s even fucking happening, all you know is everything is fuzzy. Satoru sits you on your knees, kissing you, so sweetly, and you sigh, arching your back. Suguru comes to kiss you, too, both embracing you from either side.

“Only if you want to, love. This is more than enough fun for me.” Suguru murmurs, and Satoru hugs you tight.

“Only if you want to, baby.” He also reassures you, both so sweet, showing you so much affection, it was so different from when they’d been fucking your mouth and pussy, now they just kissed your neck, your face, your lips.

“I’m nervous. This all feels so good… but I am a little…”

“You’ll be great. You are amazing at riding dick.” You hear Suguru laugh a bit, breathless, and both cocks are against you, Gojo’s on your ass, Suguru against your thigh. You didn’t know what you thought about fucking two men… at once? In one night? Your pussy was sure down with it, wet, aching and throbbing.

“I can try.” You murmur, eyes closed in ecstasy as they both work your body in sync, like they had some brain connection of where and how to touch you, Gojo so firm and a little rough, Suguru so easy and gentle/

It was too good.

Totally going to hell?

Maybe worth it though.

“I love you.” Satoru murmurs, and you ease then, for you had been just a little guilty feeling, having liked this so much. “I want you to experience this, at least one time, all the desire on you, you’re so beautiful.”

“Th-thank you. I love you.” You kiss him, and Suguru eases back, watching the two of you with a smile.

Suguru gets on his back, then, and you nervously straddle him, and Gojo is behind you, slick finger sliding back up your ass, pushing you forward to where you lay on Suguru now. He gently eases you down his thick cock, and the sensation of the differences does you in, and then Suguru’s hands have your hips, and he’s fucking you, thrusting up deep.

“Ah! Mnh. Su-Sat- Fuck.” They chuckle at you again, and Suguru is hitting your cervix, so deep, and you feel Satoru bends down, licking your ass now, before sliding a finger inside, crooking it, eliciting a cry as you feel yourself start to cum around Suguru’s cock, wetness seeping between you two.

Suguru's thrusts became faster and more urgent, his hips meeting yours in a rhythm that was almost painful in its intensity, and Satoru watched you, his eyes burning with desire as he slid his fingers down your clit, using the wetness to swirl around your tight little ass hole.

“Fuck, Satoru… are you?”

“You want it?” He murmured, and Geto paused a bit, both caressing you while Geto’s cock was inside your pussy and Gojo’s tip was thick, pressing against your ass, and there was too much, too much.

“I… be easy?” You murmur, looking back, Satoru kisses you, passionately, pressing further.

“Relax.” He orders, and you ease your body, spreading wider, Suguru is playing with your clit, and it helps you loosen up more.

Satoru began to slowly push into your ass now, hissing as he felt the tightness of your ass around his cock, and it was almost too much to bear for both of you, he did not go in very far, just a few inches, staying there, and now Geto moved again, also so gently, playing with you while Gojo took you from behind.

Their thrusts were shallow, easy, as you adjusted to this, this insane, heady experience that your mind couldn’t fathom. Suguru’s deep and powerful thrusts, and Gojo's easy ones, each one driving him deeper inside both of your holes. claiming your body, your mind, every sense you had.

You moaned around Suguru's mouth as he kissed you. your body arching back as he slid in and out of your pussy, as you felt the invasion of Satoru's length deeper from behind. Both of them were moaning, hissing, grabbing you everywhere, invading every inch of your body.

You were so full, so taken, and it was the most incredible feeling you'd ever experienced, but it was also impossible to handle, you started coming as Satoru pressed further, and the orgasm nearly wrecked you. You could not move, could not think, and they decided to help you, holding you up.

“You feel so good, so tight.” Suguru murmured, and you whined nonsensically, as Gojo’s grip tightened hard.

“You’re so good, baby, you’re taking us so well.” You eat up the praise, though you were doing nothing but being used deliciously.

“Feels… so goodl So so… ah!” You scream now, pleasure wrecking you, as they continue to thrust, Gojo’s hips slapping against your ass, you could feel the head of his cock deeper with each thrust, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you, Suguru slamming up into your cervix.

“Just our little slut. Our toy.” Satoru murmurs, moaning loud, now, and it was too much, all too much, you’re just shaking, screaming, arching your head and ass back as they use you. Use you.

Your arms are around Suguru’s neck, fingers digging into his broad shoulders, sweaty like you, trying to keep yourself from falling apart at the seams. Your muscles are quivering with the effort it took to handle both of their big cocks, their strong hands, the sensations you could have never perceived to be real.

Satoru and Suguru’s thrusts match again, and Gojo still takes it easy back there, gentle, kissing your back, bending over you, his sweat dripping. You arch your back for more, feeling so fucking good as they both pleasure you, completely owning you now, your body ws theirs.

Suguru’s eyes were dark with lust, inhaling sharply, and you look back at Satoru, your love, who is taking you so dominantly, his eyes insane, bright blue, love and lust in equal measures in them. Your face contorted in pleasure, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, and you can’t take it, you can’t anymore, it’s all too much, you’re just limp as they hold you up.

Your body bows under Gojo’s weight, as he’s goddamn near all in, just sitting there, and Satoru is pressing up, your pussy is throbbing around him, as the intensity of Satouru’s thrusts hurt, but felt so good, an intense, insane pain you didn’t know you could even fathom.

“Do you want us to cum in you, baby?” Satoru murmured, sliding in slower, even easier, having been so careful that it touched you deeply, knowing your body, your comfort level.

“I… y-yes.” You whisper, and you’re looking back at Gojo, meeting his intense gaze.

“Beg for it, for our cum, pretty little whore.” Gojo urges, and you gasp when he presses in hard, and so does Suguru, both groaning in the quiet room, the smell of desire and sweat and sweetness in the air.

“Please… Suguru.” You look at him, and his brows are low over his hooded eyes, his lips parting.

“You want me to cum in this perfect pussy?” He whispers, and you nod fervently, feeling yourself about to fucking explode, unable to focus, looking back at Satoru, your love, who was tense, barely moving.

“Please cum in me, Satoru. Please.” You whisper, and he bends down to nip your shoulder, your neck, your back, and then they’re pushing in, the rhythm off for the first time, both groaning and hissing.

You’re moaning their names, as their thrusts are frantic, your voice echoing the room as the pressure builds and builds, threatening to consume you whole. They both slow, and then groan your name, goddamn near simultaneously, and Suguru’s cock is throbbing in your pussy, hot cum shooting inside of you, and you’re coming around it, and Satoru is pressing deep.

As Suguru shakes under you, gripping you so tight, Satoru’s coc throbs inside of your ass hole now, hot seed spilling in, and they’ve both painted your insides, your body convulse in pleasure as you’re overcome by the intensity of their releases. Gojo is clinging hard, panting, and Suguru is playing with your breasts, sighing his own pleasure, and it hits you again.

Your voice is raw and hoarse from the effort of holding back, and finally your climax is there, the last one, after so, so many. You’re weak as your voice breaks during your scream, and finally your body is trembling from aftershocks, and they are both holding you, and you are spent in their strong arms.

They both ease out of you, Satoru hurting quite a bit as it was not something you two had done but once, Suguru was also so careful, and you felt their cum inside of you, feeling deliciously wicked and so good. Sugurus started pouring from you, as you were on top, all over his cock, along with your cum, while Satoru’s stayed, so deep, and you wondered at the sensation.

You fall down on the bed, spent, drenched in sweat, pussy and ass filled with cum, with saliva, with your wetness… you’re convulsing, and Satoru is there, holding you tightly, kissing you so deep. Suguru eases back, just smiling softly at you, leaning up on his arm, taking your hand and kissing it softly, showing his support, his care… something so dirty became so sweet.

“That… was… fuck. I am going to hell, huh?” You mumbled, and they both chuckled, Satoru pulled you close, staring down at you with those intense eyes, his white hair falling over his brow, so beautiful.

“We will too. You didn’t do anything wrong, I asked for this… Suguru also wanted this. Don’t think too much.” He kisses your cheek, and you peek at Suguru, your friend, feeling so nervous… but he’s grinning.

“I had way too much fun. Definitely going to hell.” He mused, and you managed a little giggle, chest heaving with your breath.

“That was a lot.”

“Too much?” Gojo asks, brows knitting together in concern.

“It was amazing but… yeah, a lot. It was a lot.”

“We are a lot.” Suguru mused.

Gojo stayed a little more serious, caressing your face. “I told you, one time, don’t get any thoughts in the addled brain.”

You snorted at that, and Suguru pouted. “Once? No way.”

“Yep, once. You’re gonna have to just jack off to the thought.” He blew Geto a kiss, and Geto flipped him off with a wink. You giggle.

“Once a year?” He asks, bold, and Gojo sighs, shrugging a broad shoulder, yanking you to him.

“I say just once. But you never know. I’m kind of fucking random. I know she sure loved it.” He kisses you, and Suguru eases off a bit, and you look at him, with curiosity, and a little stress.

“I don’t want shit to be weird.” You murmur. He smiles, shaking his head, brushing your messy hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I knew as soon as I became friends with Satoru that shit would be weird.” You snort at that, and Gojo scowls. “I’ll be at your service if you ever require, though, because this was by far the best experience I’ve had.”

“Dream on, Suguru. Go away.” Satoru waved him off, and Suguru just grinned, kissing your forehead sweetly. You catch his hand.

“Thank you, Suguru… for being so careful with me. So sweet. It was so much fun, really.” You say, and he nods at you, pressing a kiss on your lips, so sweet and gentle.

“Ah-ah. Kisses are done, brats.” Gojo shoves him off you, and you all laugh, and soon Suguru has left you two the room, and you’re snuggling with Gojo.

“I love you so much.” You say softly, your heart thumping hard in your chest, and Gojo smirks at you.

“You’re such a fucking freak. Knew it.”

“Fuck off!” You shove at him a bit, but he has you pinned under him in mere seconds, studying you.

“I had fun, too. But I don’t think I’ll share you again.”

“Don’t share me. I’m yours. Whatever you want.” You whisper, and he moans, kissing you deeply. “But it was fun.”

“You had too much fun, little slut.” He taps your nose, then he’s bracing himself on top of you. “Who’s better?”

“Gojo!”

“I won, didn’t I?” You bring him down to kiss you, smiling into his lips.

“You won.”