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PERV 101 | INTRO TO HANDS-ON LEARNING: HOW TO FINGER YOU

required materials: clean hands, long fingers, patience, and a brain cell or two (optional for gojo).

course objectives: learn how to navigate the female anatomy without looking like you’re performing an exorcism. explore rhythm, pressure, and consistency. discover that “fast” isn’t “good,” and that “teasing” is a divine art.

lab component: one-on-one demonstration with live feedback (moans graded on a curve).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤgojo’s head was buried between your thighs, messy white hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his tongue dragging way too fast, sloppy as hell like he thought he was doing the most, but it was all over the place and your hips were squirming, not from pleasure but because you were half laughing and half whining. geto leaned against the headboard, legs spread lazy, one arm behind his head, the other lazily stroking his cock while he watched his best friend absolutely butcher the art of eating pussy.

“jesus fuck, satoru,” geto groaned, smirking, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? she’s not a popsicle.”

gojo pulled his mouth off you with a wet pop, his lips and chin smeared shiny, grinning like an idiot, “bro, i swear i’m killing it right now—she’s like shaking, look at her.”

you let out a breathy laugh, clutching the sheets, your face burning hot. “i’m shaking because you’re tickling me, dumbass,” you whined, thighs trembling because his tongue was flicking like a hyper dog lapping water, nothing steady, no rhythm, your clit crying for mercy.

geto rolled his eyes, smacking gojo upside the head. “move, you fucking moron, you’re gonna make her hate it. and if she hates it, then i’m not sharing anymore.”

“hey, hey, don’t threaten me with blue balls, suguru,” gojo pouted, crawling back on his knees but still trying to peek between your thighs like a nosy kid, “fine, sensei, teach me. give me the pussy-eating 101 lecture.”

you whined louder, hiding your face in your hands. “oh my god, you guys are so embarrassing.”

geto leaned forward, spreading your thighs wider, giving gojo a clear view, his voice dropping into something darker, commanding but still dripping with that easygoing drawl. “first rule, satoru—slow the fuck down. pussy isn’t something you rush. she’s not a race you’re trying to win, she’s a mouthwatering meal you savor. see this?” he used two fingers to spread your folds, exposing your soaked cunt glistening under the low light, your clit swollen and needy. “that’s the clit. it’s not a punching bag. you don’t attack it like you’re doing coke off the counter. you tease it, kiss it, suck it gently. you build her up until she’s crying for you.”

gojo’s eyes widened, his grin spreading even wider, “bro, you make it sound like poetry. pussy poetry. i’m touched.”

“shut the fuck up and pay attention.” geto smacked your pussy lightly, making you yelp and jolt, your body arching off the mattress. “hear that? that’s her body reacting. you don’t need to go turbo speed, just make her feel every second. watch.”

he leaned down, his tongue slow and deliberate as he licked a fat stripe up your slit, the sound obscene and wet. you moaned instantly, your hand tangling in his long black hair, hips rolling without thinking. geto hummed low in his throat, the vibration making you whimper. “see how she melts? it’s not about being sloppy, it’s about pressure, consistency. now, satoru, come here and watch closely.”

gojo practically fell over himself crawling back down between your thighs, chin propped on the mattress like a kid at a show, eyes glued to where geto’s tongue circled your clit in slow, deliberate swirls that had your legs trembling.

“holy fuck,” gojo whispered, “she’s literally dripping, bro. you’re a fucking magician.”

geto pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, his lips wet, your slick shining on his mouth. “not magic, idiot. just actually knowing what the fuck i’m doing. now stick your tongue out, practice on my hand first.”

“what? i’m not licking your hand, suguru, that’s gay as hell.”

“you’re literally about to have your face drowning in pussy juice and you’re worried about licking my hand?” geto sneered, grabbing the back of gojo’s head and shoving two fingers in front of his mouth. “shut up and do it.”

gojo groaned, rolling his eyes but obeying, flattening his tongue against geto’s knuckles. geto moved his fingers in slow circles, mimicking how he was teasing your clit. “steady pressure, no spazzing out. pretend your tongue’s painting. keep it even, keep it wet.”

“ugh, fine, but you’re making this way too educational. like, should i be taking notes? ‘dear diary, today suguru made me tongue his hand while his girlfriend’s pussy was out.’”

you moaned out a laugh, your whole body hot with embarrassment and arousal at the same time. “you guys are so fucking stupid,” you whined, squirming, “please, just—”

geto cut you off with another sharp slap to your pussy, the sting making you cry out, your cunt clenching. “patience, baby. daddy’s teaching him for you. he needs to learn how to take care of our needy little girl, yeah?”

“fuck,” you gasped, clinging to his wrist, “yes, daddy.”

gojo let out a low whistle, his grin downright filthy. “holy shit, she’s so into this. bro, our girl’s a fucking dream.”

“my girl,” geto corrected smoothly, gripping your chin with his free hand to make you look at him, his dark eyes burning. “remember that, satoru. she’s mine. i let you baby her, fuck her, make her cum until she can’t walk.”

gojo licked his lips, his cock straining painfully against his sweats, voice husky now. “fuck yeah, i’m down. just—let me try, man. lemme taste her again, i swear i’ll listen this time.”

geto pulled back, his chin glistening, and shoved gojo’s head down. “then fucking do it right. steady. circle her clit with your tongue. don’t lift your head every two seconds like a goldfish.”

gojo buried his face back in your cunt, this time slower, his wide tongue flattening against your clit in broad, deliberate strokes, the wet sound filling the room. your moans came out helpless, your thighs squeezing his head, fingers clutching his hair.

“there you go,” geto encouraged, stroking his cock lazily as he watched, “yeah, that’s it, keep it steady. don’t stop, even when she squirms. especially when she squirms.”

“mmmph—fuck, she tastes so sweet, suguru, holy shit—” gojo groaned into you, his words muffled against your soaked pussy, his tongue finally finding rhythm.

your back arched, your cries spilling louder, “oh my god, yes, yes, like that, don’t stop, fuck, gojo—”

geto smirked proudly, gripping your throat to tilt your head back, his voice a low growl in your ear. “see that, baby? he’s learning. he’s learning to worship your cunt the way i taught him. you like having both of us ruining you, don’t you?”

you nodded frantically, moaning, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming heat building in your stomach.

“fuck,” gojo gasped against you, sucking your clit now like he’d been born for it, “she’s shaking so much, suguru, am i—am i making her cum?”

“don’t ask, just keep sucking,” geto barked, his hand tightening on your throat as his other hand slid between your thighs to shove two fingers deep inside you, curling them perfectly, your scream breaking in the back of your throat.

gojo moaned at the gush of slick that hit his tongue, his hips grinding against the mattress like he was desperate. “fuck, she’s gonna drown me—oh my god, i fucking love her pussy—”

geto laughed darkly, his fingers pistoning in and out of you, your body convulsing between them. “good boy, satoru. keep drinking her down. don’t stop until she cums all over your face.”

and you did, your whole body snapping as the orgasm ripped through you, your scream raw, thighs locked tight around gojo’s head as his tongue and geto’s fingers drove you over the edge, your cunt spasming and gushing, soaking his face.

“holy mother of—fuck!” gojo pulled back just enough to breathe, dripping wet, his grin feral, “she just fucking squirted on me, suguru, look at this mess—”

“yeah,” geto growled, smirking as he slapped your pussy again, watching you sob and twitch, “and that’s lesson one, asshole. you finally made her cum.”

“best. class. ever.” gojo’s laugh was manic, his cock already out of his sweats, jerking himself hard as he licked his lips, “when’s lesson two?”

PERV 202 | FLUID DYNAMICS IN MOTION: HOW TO MAKE YOU SQUIRT

prerequisite: successful completion of PERV 101 or instructor permission (suguru’s).

course overview: advanced-level training in precision targeting of g-spot mechanics. includes proper curl technique, wrist stamina drills, and the sacred art of not panicking when she starts gushing.

learning outcomes: students will demonstrate mastery of pressure control, endurance, and post-squirt cleanup etiquette.

warning: bring towels. lots of them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤgojo already had his sleeves rolled up, sweat dripping down his temples, his long fingers buried knuckle-deep in your pussy, thrusting in and out like he was trying to unlock a door with a crowbar, the mattress creaking beneath you with every rough jab. you were on your back, shirt pulled up under your tits, hair plastered to your face, whining so loud the neighbors could probably hear, but it wasn’t from the right kind of pleasure—your voice cracked with desperation, high-pitched, needy, because he was so goddamn close to making it happen but missing the mark every fucking time.

geto sat at the edge of the bed with his hair tied up, bare chest gleaming under the dim light, cigarette hanging from his lips, smirking like the cocky bastard he was, watching his best friend fumble. “satoru, for fuck’s sake, she’s not a vending machine. you don’t just keep shoving your hand in and out hoping soda comes out.”

gojo’s head snapped up, sweaty hair falling into his eyes, his grin wide even though his hand never stopped moving. “bro, i swear she’s about to explode, look at her, she’s twitching and everything!”

“she’s twitching because you’re beating her pussy up like it owes you rent,” geto groaned, reaching over to smack your thigh hard, making you squeal. “baby, tell him the truth. does that feel good, or does it feel like you’re being fucking exorcised?”

your voice came out broken, whimpering, “i—it’s too much, satoru, i need it different—please, i’m so close—”

“see? you’re fucking her wrong,” geto said flatly, flicking ash into a glass tray, “and if you break my girl before she squirts, i’ll cut your fucking hand off.”

gojo scowled, still moving his fingers like a man possessed. “then teach me, oh wise pussy professor. what’s the magical squirt button, huh? is it like a cheat code? up, down, left, right, a, b, cum?”

geto laughed, low and mean, before leaning over, shoving gojo’s wrist back so he could replace his own fingers inside you with a slick thrust that made your whole body arch. “watch and learn, dumbass. first, it’s not about stabbing her insides to death. it’s about finding that spot right behind the front wall. you curl your fingers, keep them steady, and hammer it until her body can’t hold back anymore. it’s about precision, not fucking chaos.”

gojo leaned in like a student at a lecture, his grin unhinged. “ohhhh, so it’s like finding the big red button that says ‘do not press.’ i get it.”

“except you fucking press it,” geto snapped, thrusting his fingers deep and curling them up, the wet squelch obscene as your cunt gushed around him. your cry filled the room, your nails digging into the sheets, legs kicking uselessly against the mattress. “hear that sound? that’s her pussy begging. not the shitty squeaks you were making her do. this—this is the gold mine.”

“fuck, she’s so loud,” gojo groaned, palming his cock through his sweats, biting his lip, “it’s like music, suguru, holy shit.”

geto leaned over you, his free hand gripping your throat, forcing your eyes to meet his. “baby, tell him how bad you want it. tell him you want to spray his dumb fucking face.”

you sobbed out, words tumbling between moans, “yes, yes, please, wanna squirt, wanna make a mess, wanna ruin him—fuck—”

gojo let out a wild laugh, slapping your thigh. “she’s fucking feral for it, man, let me try, come on, tag me in!”

“you’re not ready,” geto said smugly, fingers pounding that sweet spot mercilessly, your pussy dripping down his wrist, every thrust sending shockwaves through your body. “you’ll make her piss herself instead of squirt.”

“bullshit, i can do it, let me—” gojo grabbed geto’s wrist and shoved his own hand in beside his, the stretch brutal, making you scream as both their fingers worked inside you.

“jesus fucking christ,” geto barked, glaring at him, “you’re gonna tear her in half, dumbass!”

but your body was shaking violently, your cunt clenching around both sets of fingers, the pressure building unbearable. “oh my god, oh my god, don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop, i’m—”

“fuck, she’s about to blow!” gojo shouted, eyes wide like a kid on christmas, “i can feel it—holy shit—”

geto growled, keeping his rhythm tight even with gojo crowding him. “don’t fucking let up. when she starts to gush, keep going harder. don’t be a pussy about it.”

then it happened—your body snapped like a bowstring, a scream tearing out of your throat as a gush of clear liquid sprayed out, splattering across gojo’s bare chest and face, soaking the sheets beneath you.

“holy FUCK!” gojo screamed, yanking his hand out to look at the wet mess, his grin manic, hair sticking to his face. “she just fucking squirted all over me, suguru! i’m baptized in pussy juice!”

geto smirked, still curling his fingers inside you, making more gush spurt out, ignoring your sobbing cries. “and that, satoru, is how you make her squirt. not with your stupid jackhammer routine, but with precision. keep her right on that edge until she can’t hold back.”

gojo’s laugh was deranged, rubbing the wetness into his skin like cologne. “fuck, i’m a believer now. teach me more, master. i wanna drown in her.”

geto finally pulled his fingers out, soaked and dripping, shoving them in gojo’s mouth without warning. “then taste what success feels like.”

gojo moaned shamelessly, sucking them clean, his eyes rolling back. “fuck me, that’s delicious. bro, our girl’s a fucking slut.”

“my girl,” geto corrected, leaning down to kiss your trembling lips, his voice dark but affectionate, “my messy, perfect, needy little slut.”

you whimpered weakly, clinging to him, body wrecked but still throbbing, while gojo flopped onto his back beside you, shirt sticking to his chest from the spray, laughing his ass off. “best fucking science class ever, suguru. i’m never skipping again.”

PERV 303 | APPLIED POSITION THEORY: HOW TO MAKE YOU CUM

prerequisite: PERV 101 & 202, or proven record of making her actually finish.

course summary: the capstone class of the perv curriculum. explore advanced body angles, leverage mechanics, and psychological warfare (dirty talk, praise, degradation balance). includes guest lectures by geto on “how to own every inch of her” and gojo on “how not to fuck up the rhythm.”

final exam: induce at least one leg-shaking, tear-spilling orgasm. extra credit for creampie precision and post-nut cuddling proficiency.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤgeto had you bent over the edge of his ridiculous king-sized bed, your tits mashed against the sheets, your ass up high, cheeks spread wide by his rough hands, his cock buried deep inside you at that exact angle that made your whole body tremble and your voice come out in those broken cries that only he ever managed to pull out of you. every thrust was sharp and deliberate, his hips snapping against your ass with filthy wet slaps, his balls smacking against your swollen clit until you were gasping like a drowning girl.

gojo was at the foot of the bed, leaning against the wall, shirt off, his sweats hanging low, jerking his cock shamelessly while watching his best friend split you open like he’d written the manual on how to fuck you. “jesus christ, suguru, every time i think i’ve seen you go hard, you pull some new olympic-level pussy breaker shit. she’s shaking like a fucking earthquake, man.”

“because i actually know what i’m doing,” geto grunted, smacking your ass hard enough to leave his handprint red on your skin, making you squeal and clench down tighter around him. he shot gojo a cocky grin over your back, sweat dripping down his temple. “you keep ramming like a clueless frat boy, she won’t cum. you gotta know her body. every nerve, every sweet spot, every angle.”

“then show me, professor dickhead,” gojo shot back, stroking himself faster as he watched your body jolt with every thrust, “i wanna make her cum like that too. look at her—she’s fucking drooling on your sheets. i need the cheat codes.”

you whined into the mattress, voice muffled, “please, suguru, don’t stop, i’m so close, i’m gonna—fuck—”

geto growled low, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back so your mouth was open, drool dripping down your chin, his hips never faltering. “hear that? she’s right on the edge. that’s because i’ve got her in the one position that makes her melt. bent over, ass up, cock angled right against her g-spot. you can’t just fuck straight in and out like an idiot. you gotta angle your hips up, curve your thrusts. see how she’s clenching? that’s the spot.”

gojo groaned, his cock leaking, his hand moving faster, “fuck, bro, you’re like narrating a national geographic special. ‘and here we see the female, arching her back as the alpha male finds the magic angle—’”

geto barked out a laugh, pulling out halfway just to slam back in harder, your scream echoing off the walls. “shut the fuck up and take notes. you’ll never make her cum if you can’t control your rhythm. pussy’s not about speed, it’s about knowing exactly when to go slow, when to go hard, when to grind. watch.”

he ground his hips into you, rolling his cock deep, hitting that tender spot inside you, your cry breaking high-pitched, your whole body convulsing. he kept it steady, pounding into you while his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles, your cunt gushing around him, slick dripping down your thighs.

“fuck, fuck, i’m cumming, suguru, i can’t—i can’t hold it—” you sobbed, your hands clawing at the sheets, your body seizing as the orgasm ripped through you, shaking so hard your legs almost gave out.

gojo’s jaw dropped, his hand squeezing his cock tight. “holy FUCK, she just fucking came all over you, suguru, she’s clenching like she’s trying to break your dick in half. that was insane.”

geto leaned down over your back, biting your shoulder possessively, still thrusting through your orgasm until you were screaming and begging. “that’s because i know her, satoru. i know exactly how to ruin her. she’s mine. she cums when i tell her to.”

you whimpered weakly, “yours, daddy, always yours,” your voice broken, tears wetting the sheets, your body still twitching.

gojo let out a strangled laugh, jerking himself hard, “fuck, okay, okay, but now it’s my turn, man, let me try that angle, lemme see if i can do it. i swear i won’t fuck it up.”

geto pulled out with a wet squelch, slapping your ass to make you yelp before guiding you onto gojo’s lap like a doll, straddling him on the edge of the bed. your legs shook as you lowered down on his cock, his loud groan filling the room.

“alright, dumbass,” geto said, gripping your hips from behind to help bounce you on gojo’s cock, “keep your hips angled up, not straight. roll into her, don’t just slam. keep your hand on her clit. she’s sensitive as fuck right after cumming, so push her through it, don’t back off.”

gojo’s head fell back, his grin feral as he buried his cock in you, “oh fuck, she’s so goddamn tight, suguru, she’s sucking me in, holy shit—”

“focus, idiot,” geto snapped, his hand smacking your ass again, making you moan. “make her cum, or i’m yanking you out.”

gojo grit his teeth, following geto’s instructions, rolling his hips up, grinding his cock against your sweet spot, his thumb messy on your clit. your cries went high again, your nails digging into his chest as your walls clenched down hard, another orgasm slamming into you so fast your scream cracked.

“oh my fucking god, she’s cumming again—on my cock this time—fuck yes!” gojo shouted, his voice manic, “i did it, suguru, i made her cum! i’m a fucking genius!”

geto smirked darkly, leaning down to whisper in your ear as you sobbed against gojo’s shoulder, “yeah, because i told him exactly how to do it. don’t forget who owns that pretty little cunt, baby.”

you whined weakly, your whole body trembling, “yours, daddy, always yours—” while gojo kept fucking into you like a madman, laughing through gritted teeth, “best fucking lesson of my life, suguru. college sex ed could never.”

PERV 404 | INDEPENDENT STUDY: HOW TO RUIN HER (AND STILL HAVE HER SAY THANK YOU)

optional senior thesis course.

design your own session based on combined skill mastery. integrate oral technique, D/s dynamics, overstimulation control, and emotional aftercare. written reflections on mutual pleasure, communication, and why you now believe in god.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthe air in the dorm room is thick with heat, the kind that clings to your skin and makes your breath hitch, and you’re sprawled out on geto’s oversized bed, legs spread wide, your body already a trembling mess from the way these two have been working you over for hours. geto’s sitting back on his heels, his dark hair pulled into a messy bun, sweat glistening on his chest as he watches you with that smug, knowing grin that makes your pussy clench around nothing. gojo’s between your thighs, his white hair a fucking mess from how you’ve been tugging at it, his lips still glistening from the way he made you squirt not ten minutes ago, his tongue sloppy and eager under geto’s careful instruction. your body’s buzzing, overstimulated, your clit throbbing from the memory of gojo’s mouth sucking and licking like he was trying to drown in you, guided by geto’s low, filthy commands: “suck harder, satoru, flick your tongue right there—yeah, make her fucking scream.” and god, you did scream, your back arching off the bed, thighs shaking as you came so hard you saw stars, your juices soaking gojo’s face and the sheets beneath you.

now, though, they’re arguing—again—and you’re caught in the middle, your body bare and needy, your pussy dripping from how worked up you are, your ass already prepped by geto’s fingers because he’s been whispering in your ear all night about how they’re gonna ruin you. “fuck, suguru, i know how to fuck her, alright?” gojo snaps, his voice all bratty and petulant as he kneels between your legs, his cock hard and leaking, the tip flushed an angry red as he grips your thighs, spreading you wider. his blue eyes are wild, pupils blown with lust, but there’s that dumbass pout on his face because geto’s been riding his ass all night, telling him exactly how to touch you, how to eat you out, how to make you fall apart. “i’m not some fucking amateur, i’ve fucked plenty of girls, i don’t need you micromanaging my dick!”

geto laughs, low and mean, leaning in close to you, his hand trailing up your stomach to cup your tit, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you gasp, your hips bucking up instinctively. “satoru, you cocky little shit, you think you can just shove your dick in her and call it a day? nah, you’re gonna learn how to wreck her properly,” he says, his voice dripping with that dangerous edge that makes your heart race. he’s always been the one in control, the one who knows your body better than you do, and he loves showing off, loves how gojo’s ego gets bruised when he proves he’s better at making you cum. “she’s my girl, and i say how this goes. you’re gonna fuck her pussy, and i’m gonna take her pretty little ass, and you’re gonna follow my lead, you hear me?”

you whimper, your hands reaching out to grab at geto’s arm, needy and desperate because they’re talking about you like you’re not even there, like you’re just their pretty little toy to play with, and fuck, it turns you on so much your head’s spinning. “suguru, please,” you whine, your voice all soft and pathetic, your thighs trembling as you try to pull him closer, your nails digging into his skin. “don’t fight, just… just touch me, both of you, i need you so bad.” you’re clingy as hell, always have been, and they eat it up, both of them softening just a little at the way you’re begging, your lips parted, your eyes glassy with want.

gojo groans, running a hand through his hair, his cock twitching as he looks down at you, all spread out and dripping for them. “fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn needy,” he mutters, but there’s affection in his voice, that playful lilt he always uses when he’s teasing you. he leans down, kissing you messy and open-mouthed, his tongue sliding against yours, tasting the remnants of your cum from when he ate you out. “you want us to ruin you, huh? want both our cocks stretching you out till you can’t fucking walk?”

“y-yeah, satoru, please,” you gasp into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as your hips grind up, desperate for friction. geto’s hand comes down on your pussy, a sharp slap that makes you yelp, your body jolting, your clit pulsing from the sting. “fuck, suguru!” you cry out, your voice breaking as he smirks down at you, his fingers soothing the sting with slow, lazy circles over your swollen clit.

“don’t get greedy, princess,” geto murmurs, his voice all dark and syrupy as he leans down to kiss the side of your neck, his lips grazing your skin, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses that make you shiver. “you’re gonna take what we give you, and you’re gonna fucking love it. satoru’s gonna fuck that tight little pussy, and i’m gonna stretch your ass so good you’ll be begging for more.” he pulls back, his dark eyes locking onto gojo’s. “you ready to learn, dumbass? or you gonna keep whining like a little bitch?”

gojo rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning, all cocky and unhinged, his hands gripping your hips as he lines himself up, the head of his cock brushing against your slick entrance, teasing you until you’re squirming. “shut the fuck up, suguru, i got this,” he says, but his voice is shaky, like he’s just as desperate as you are, his eyes flicking between your face and your pussy, like he can’t decide where to look. “gonna make her scream my name, not yours.”

geto snorts, moving behind you, his hands spreading your ass cheeks as he drizzles more lube over your tight hole, his fingers circling the puckered skin, making you moan softly. “we’ll see about that, satoru,” he says, his voice all smug and teasing as he presses the tip of his cock against your ass, slow and deliberate, making you feel every inch as he starts to push in. “fuck, baby, you’re so tight back here,” he groans, his voice low and filthy, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still. “gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

you’re already a mess, your body trembling as geto’s cock stretches your ass, the burn so intense it makes your head spin, but it’s the good kind of pain, the kind that has you panting and begging for more. “s-suguru, oh my god,” you moan, your voice high and desperate, your hands fisting the sheets as you try to adjust to the stretch. “s’too much, fuck, but it’s so good, please, don’t stop.”

gojo’s watching, his eyes wide, his cock still teasing your pussy, and he’s clearly losing his mind at the sight of geto fucking your ass, his breath hitching as he rubs his tip through your folds, coating himself in your slick. “shit, suguru, you’re really just going for it, huh?” he says, his voice all breathy and awestruck, like he’s learning something new about how fucking filthy his best friend can be. “look at her, she’s fucking loving it.”

“damn right she is,” geto growls, his hips snapping forward, burying himself deeper in your ass, making you cry out, your body arching up off the bed. “now get in her, satoru, stop fucking around. she needs both of us, don’t you, baby?” he smacks your ass, hard, the sound echoing in the room, and you moan so loud it’s almost embarrassing, your pussy clenching around nothing as you nod frantically.

“yes, yes, please, satoru, need you inside me,” you beg, your voice all wrecked and needy, your hands reaching out to grab at gojo’s arms, pulling him closer. you’re so clingy, so desperate for them, and they love it, love how you’re practically falling apart for them, how you’re theirs to play with and please and ruin.

gojo doesn’t need any more encouragement. he groans, low and filthy, and pushes into your pussy, slow at first, letting you feel every inch of his thick cock as it stretches you open, the sensation of being filled in both holes at once making your mind go blank. “fuuuuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he moans, his voice all shaky and desperate, his hands gripping your thighs as he bottoms out, his balls pressed against you. “shit, suguru, she’s squeezing me so fucking hard, i can feel you through her.”

geto laughs, all dark and smug, his hips starting to move in slow, deep thrusts, setting a rhythm that gojo tries to match. “told you, satoru, she’s fucking perfect,” he says, his voice low and filthy as he leans down to kiss your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin. “gonna ruin this pretty little body, make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

you’re moaning nonstop now, a string of “oh fuck, oh god, satoru, suguru, please” spilling from your lips as they fuck you in tandem, their cocks moving in and out of you, the sensation so intense it’s almost too much. geto’s hand comes down to spank your pussy again, the sharp sting making you yelp, your body jolting as your clit throbs under his fingers. “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his fingers rubbing circles over your clit, making your hips buck up against them. “you love this, don’t you? love being our little slut, taking both our cocks at once.”

“y-yes, love it, love you both,” you whimper, your voice breaking as tears prick at your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming, your body so full, so stretched, so fucking used. you’re clinging to gojo now, your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder as he fucks into you, his thrusts getting sloppier, more desperate, his moans loud and unhinged. “satoru, harder, please, fuck me harder,” you beg, your voice muffled against his skin, and he groans, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know you’ll bruise.

“shit, baby, you’re gonna make me cum too soon,” gojo pants, his voice all wrecked as he slams into you, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes you see stars. “fuck, suguru, she’s so fucking good, how do you not lose it every time you’re in her?”

geto chuckles, his thrusts steady and relentless, his cock stretching your ass so perfectly it’s almost unbearable. “practice, satoru,” he teases, but his voice is strained, like he’s just as close to losing it as gojo is. “you gotta learn to pace yourself, make her fall apart first. like this—” he snaps his hips forward, hard, making you scream, your body convulsing as he hits that perfect spot in your ass, his fingers still rubbing your clit, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“fuck, fuck, suguru, satoru, i’m gonna—oh my god, i’m gonna cum!” you cry out, your voice breaking, your body trembling as the pleasure builds to a breaking point, your pussy and ass clenching around their cocks, pulling them deeper. you’re so full, so overwhelmed, and they’re both moaning now, their voices mixing with yours, a filthy chorus of pleasure and desperation.

“that’s it, baby, cum for us,” geto growls, his voice all dark and commanding as he slaps your pussy again, the sting pushing you over the edge. “fucking cum all over satoru’s cock, let him feel how much you love this.”

you scream, your body shaking as you cum, your pussy gushing around gojo’s cock, your ass clenching so tight around geto’s that he groans, his fingers digging into your hips. “oh fuck, oh fuck— i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” you sob, your voice wrecked, your body spasming as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

gojo’s moaning now, his thrusts erratic, his hands gripping you so tight it hurts. “shit, baby, i’m gonna cum, fuck, you’re so fucking good,” he groans, his voice all desperate and needy as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills into your pussy, hot and thick, filling you up.

geto’s not far behind, his thrusts speeding up, his cock throbbing in your ass as he groans, low and filthy. “fuck, princess, you’re taking me so good,” he pants, his voice breaking as he slams into you one last time, his cum flooding your ass, hot and overwhelming, making you whimper as you feel both of them filling you up, claiming every inch of you.

they collapse against you, all three of you panting, sweaty, a tangled mess of limbs and cum and heat. geto’s hand strokes your hair, gentle now, his lips brushing your forehead as he murmurs, “good girl, you did so fucking good for us.” gojo’s nuzzling your neck, his arms wrapped around you, all clingy and affectionate, his voice soft as he whispers, “fuck, baby, you’re amazing, i’m never letting you go.”