Notsoslightlysexual

your mouth dried out, only gasping when he pulled down your shorts to prove his point. your panties were drenched. “see?” he coo’ed, teasing your clit with a feather like touch. “satoru!” you whimpered out, struggling to do anything but watch him toy with you.

“let me help you out, okay?”

he temporarily released his hold on you, only to grab onto the back of your thighs, forcing them up to your chest. with your panties now to the side, he had full access to your cunt. “wish i could see you properly.” he sighed. “but i like this position, don’t you?”

the bastard didn’t give you a chance to reply before he inserted two fingers into you. he chuckled at the way your body arched, groaning at your walls closing in on him.

“i’m going to make you feel so good, wanna show you how much i’ve been needing you.” he kissed your shoulder, curling his digits, causing an embarrassing wet sound to come out of you. “you’re so wet.” gojo hummed. “think you’re ready to take me.”

you shook your head, grabbing onto his hand that was fingering you. “just.. just touch me a bit more like this..” you pleaded, fluttering your eyes shut.

gojo raised a brow, but did as you said.

you moaned, grinding your hips to the same rhythm he was using, fucking yourself on his fingers. he watched carefully over your shoulder, mesmerized by the way he just slipped in and out. you felt your tummy turn, a warning of your release. you braced yourself to let go before gojo halted his movements.

“alright that’s enough of that. i need my cock in you, like right now.”

“but-“ you protested, pouting when he reached toward his pants, pulling them off to release his cock. his lips curled at your reaction, loving how flustered you’ve gotten upon seeing his length. “i don’t expect you to take it all, so i’ll put half of it in. how does that sound, sweets?” he mumbled against your skin, trailing hot kissed down your collarbone. he didn’t wait for a response, gripping his base after a few pumps, lining it up to your entrance.

he needed to feel all of you, fuck condoms.

your nails clawed at his arm that was still wrapped around your neck, moaning when he split you open. “oh my god!”

gojo clamped his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams. he loved how in just one thrust, he had you unraveled. “shhh, sweets. you forget i have neighbors.”his breath hitched as you clenched around him, making it impossible to go past a few inches. “fuck, baby. please stop being so goddamn tight.”

you could feel his veins scrape at your inner walls, touching in just the right places. “that’s it..” 

he praised with every thrust he gave, using your body for leverage as he picked up the pace. “you’re taking me so well.” your eyes were shut close, drooling into his mouth. this wasn’t how’d you imagined your night to go, but in no way were you complaining.

your pussy was so relieved to get the attention it needed.

a wicked grin spread across gojo’s face, knowing you were close. he tightened his hold on you to the point of bruising, inhaling sharply. “fuck fuck fuck.”

“ngh!” you whined, head falling back on his shoulder. his hair’s even more of a disaster than usual, sweat-damp strands sticking to his forehead as those ocean-blue eyes stay on you. "fuckin’ hell," gojo grits out between panting breaths before suddenly flipping you over in one brutal motion. "wanna see your face" 

“b-but i liked the other position..” you bit your lip after admitting to that. 

he flashes is all teeth before driving into you again deeper this time just watch those pretty noises fall apart for him instead. 

“we’ll go back to that one in a bit. just wanna see your face when you cum.”

You weren’t easy… per say…

Actually, you spent the entirety of high school ignoring and pushing men away left and right like they were walking pests.

Considered them unloyal freaks who only wanted to have a woman in their bed for a singular night before banishing them from their life forever.

Profusely defended your successful single girl mindset all the way to college where you met one guy, dated him with the belief that he was going to be your one and done before learning that he was your one and done in the opposite way.

Dating was a toxic pool you weren’t ever daring to swim in ever again.

But every now and then… Being a healthy 22 year old and all… Somewhat touch deprived from keeping yourself away from those men…The tiniest things got you off.

A man rolling up their sleeves to reveal veiny forearms, a happy trail leading to a surprise you can’t find out, a basic flex of their biceps once they lifted the hood of their broken down car.

Yeah, maybe that’s the real reason why you ended up stopping at the side of the road to “help out” two tall and muscular men seemingly stranded on the secluded and mostly abandoned highway.

The only place this road leads to is the small and stuck-up village you grew up in and unfortunately have to go back to whenever you can go home from college.

So when you caught a glimpse of two figures—one with a strange white tuff of hair and the other with silky black locks—sitting there, a deep frown etched on the sharp features of the man you’d know as Suguru, you stopped your old run-me-down truck without a second thought.

With the initial goal to offer a ride or jumpstart their car if that was the problem.

So you swerved off the highway, seamlessly parking in front of them on the small sliver of space that was off the main road, and rolled your window down as they got up and came over.

Lord have mercy. They were even more handsome up close. The white haired man that later presented him as Gojo had the most piercing and breathtaking azure eyes, crafted from the rarest of gems.

You didn’t expect your voice to be so small when you tried to speak. “Hi. Do you guys need any help?”

A bright smile stretched across Gojo’s face as he placed his left forearm on the bridge over your rolled down window, body angled to the side so you could still see Suguru on his right.

“We seem to have gotten in a little bit of trouble.” He confessed, lower lip catching in between his sharp canine before he flashed you a charming smile that had your knees weakening even as you were sat.

Suguru chimed in to offer an explanation. “Our engine is fried.” You nodded, trying to listen attentively as his friend’s gaze ran over your body—being able to catch sight of it and your pretty little shorts and a better view of your sage green tube top from how hunched over the window he is—A beat passed before continued.

“We have already tried to get it to run again, no success.”

The plush skin of your lips pull into a subconscious pout as you think your next step. Either you try to start their car again even though you have little to no knowledge of cars, or they carpool till the city where they can sort their problem out.

Deciding the latter makes more sense, you offer a small smile to the men as you introduce your preposition.

“I can take you guys to the nearest city. I’m on my way there anyway.”

Gojo’s head swings sideways to Suguru and with one look into eachothers eyes, they nod their heads and start circling the car.

“Thank you…” Suguru starts trailing on as he settles into shotgun, trying to thank you but not being able to as you haven’t given them a name.

“Y/N.” You finish. “I’m Y/N.”

He smiles, leaning his head sideways as his eyes close. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“I’m Suguru and this is Satoru.” He points to the man in the middle seat at the back, you turn to him and offer a smile too—he grins back and waves. You and the long haired man both shake hands after he offers it.

“Okay, let’s go.” Your fingers wrap around the car keys in their keyhole and twist them sideways. The engine of the old car springs to life with a few struggled coughs, once it catches the thread it needs to get going, your radio immediately starts running again—resuming the calming hum of whatever song you were playing before as you pull out of the spot you’re parked in.

Smoothly, you migrate back onto the empty highway, hands on ten and twelve. Thighs digging deeply into the plush leather you’ve learned to hate on hot summer days but love on comfortable late night drives.

From your side, you hear both Suguru and Satoru shuffle in their seats as they take in their surroundings from the windows. Trying to paint a picture in their minds of how far they are from their car now.

Suddenly, the comfortable silence is broken by a curious Satoru.

“So, what is a pretty lady like you doing around here?” His tone is flirtatious, having moved from the windows and rooted himself back in the center behind the console, you smell his cologne coming up from over your shoulder as his long arms sit behind yours and Suguru’s headrest.

Your heart goes a little sideways at the compliment, but you shake it off because he probably says that to every girl.

Shrugging in your seat and taking a quick glance up at him from the rear view mirror, you reveal why.

“I used to live in Komae.” You mutter. “Going to visit my parents.”

That sparks interest in the man by your side. “You’re in college?” He asks, body language indicating he’s intrigued.

“I am.” You nod softly. “How’d you know?”

He points at the sticker on your water bottle sitting on the console holder, JJKU reading in the middle of the circle.

“Oh.” You breathe out. Of course.

Satoru picks up from the back. “We used to go there too!” Voice a little too loud and excited, but the walls of the car absorb it.

“Really? What year did you guys graduate?” Feeling curious, you push the subject too.

“Class of 2020 baby.” He replies immediately like the answer was pushing against his lips. A small plop. sound rings in your ear as his back meets the soft cushion of the middle seat.

Oh. They are… slightly older… the thought creeps into dark places of your mind—two hot older men in your car, I mean it’s hard not to let your ideas slip.

Satoru cuts your thread of thinking. “Actually, Suguru works there as a philosophy professor, you sure you don’t know him?”

That impresses you. Being in a completely different course not really related with philosophy, you’re not surprised you don’t know him, but you are that he teaches there.

“Wow! That’s so impressive.” You flicker your eyes to Geto in shotgun for a second to see him looking out the window with a humoured look on his face.

“Thank you.” He turns to you before shooting his friend a look and going back to your profile. “Satoru might not look that smart but he’s the owner of Six Eyes.”

Holy shit.

Said man in question deadpans from the backseat. “I’m literally right here, you know?”

“Gojo, that’s insane.” You breathe out, arms buzzing with excitement. “I had no idea you were the owner.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal.

Like it’s no big deal he’s the owner of only the biggest luxury hotel line in the entire world. Ranging from anywhere in America to Europe and of course it’s homeland in Asia—Japan.

You, on the other hand, feel jittery in your seat at the realisation that not only are two hot older men in your worn-out leather seats being driven by yourself to your city, but they are extremely successful and educated.

Snap out of it. You try and reason yourself, though there’s a shameful coil springing to life in your lower tummy at the thrill of everything.

“Should I ask you for your autograph?” You tease, trying to keep the atmosphere light. Suguru quietly snorts as his shoulders dig deeper into the cushion when he melts into his seat.

“I can give you anything you want, princess. Gotta repay the kind lady for saving us.” He fires back, unaware of how his words stupidly affect you without needing to hold any true honesty.

“Satoru, keep it down.” The professor starts, not wanting his friend to make you uncomfortable because he knows how he gets.

“Oh, it’s fine.” You interject, sending him a soft look that shows it doesn’t bother you as much.

On your left comes up a metal sign with the words “Komae” both in kanji and roman letters, indicating that you’ve breached the boarder that separates the city from others and that in about 10 km, you’ll be at the centre of your city.

You announce, pushing the blinkers on and swerving into another lane that leads you to the last place you want to be. “We’re almost there.”

The car’s rumble slows, transitioning into a background hum as you pull into a spot and park the vehicle in place.

Already feeling the hair on your neck stand up and the usual rhythmic beat of your heart start to falter at the sight of the man in the distance.

You take a deep breath, level your thoughts to circle around the fact that he is literally nobody to you anymore and that he’s just going to do his job.

He’s just a car mechanic, not your ex. Not someone who used to hold a part of your heart right in the centre of his palm.

Satoru and Suguru quietly follow behind your heavy steps as you crouch under the half-opened garage door shielding the workers from the sun and slip into the shop.

Naoya is crouched underneath a car, looking up at some jagged metal part that couldn’t be any less interesting to you as you root yourself behind him, feeling the adrenaline start to already build behind your spine.

It’s painfully obvious that he’s aware there is someone behind him, yet he takes his sweet time to spite you because his body has already betrayed him by recognising you before his eyes ever met yours.

After hearing four feet halt by your lighter steps though, he turned to find two tall men on either side of you.

He wants to sneer, say something about you fucking two guys now like the slut you are—but he bites it down because for once he thinks before acting.

You see the thought of insulting you come across his mind—giving you the confirmation that he still is the victim in his side of the story.

The one where he isn’t a cheating liar like he is in real life, in the version of the memories that you lived and live to tell to whoever you dare open your heart to.

For a brief second, you try to be civil about it.

“Zenin.” His eyes flicker to you, ceasing his sizing up of the white haired man just to watch you in disgust.

“Y/N. What a pleasure seeing you.” He spits with bitterness, nails digging into the dirty rag in his hand.

You fight the overwhelming urge to roll your eyes at his shitty sarcasm. “Great to see you too. This is Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru” Their names roll off smoothly off your tongue, like butter.

The words “so?” and an invisible shrug of Naoya’s shoulders pop up in your mind as he deadpans.

“Their car broke down on the highway.” You explain, already turning on your heel because that’s all you need to say and you have already deemed the words you have said as too many.

The two men send the Zenin a suspicious look as they trail behind you again to the reception.

You feel like gagging when you see that one of the girls you’d caught Naoya in bed with still works at the shop.

But there isn’t much to do when it’s quite literally the only garage in the city.

She uncomfortably shifts in her seat when she catches a glimpse of you coming through the transparent door. Guilt already shooting up her spine again like it did when you bursted through the door while the taken man was between her legs.

There’s a fleeting thought about saying sorry again since you’re here and home for the break again, but she shuts up square when the others come in behind you.

You beam with fake happiness as you greet her. “Sakura! It’s been so long, oh my gosh!” Hands coming up to your chest, settling softly over the green fabric that covers your cleavage.

Sweat beads pile up on her forehead like condensation around a cold glass of frat party spiked drinks.

“A-Ah—Hi, Y/N.” She stammers out, hands shaking beneath the bridge between you and her where you rest your arms as your expression drops.

Her muscles tense once she recognises the cold in your eyes, the same that was staring back at her when she got caught.

“Send the car before 8.”

You’re gone before she can even refuse—It’s already almost 6 and she’s not even sure where the tow car even is.

Sakura starts panicking, breathing shortening as the front door bell jingles when you make your way out like you haven’t flipped her day around for the worst.

It’s scorching hot outside when your feet hit the grey concrete again, humid and sticky. Sweat immediately starts brewing under your skin at the suffocating temperature.

Satoru is the first to step out—unbeknownst to you since you’ve just me, he’s so quiet it’s scaring Suguru.

But the truth is he is too stunned to speak by how you walked into the shop and pushed everyone you talked to up a wall.

Just who were you?

And why was he dying to know more?

It would be a lie to say Suguru wasn’t curious too. But the two of them silently decided to not beat the dead horse and instead followed you around like two dead puppies.

Everyone is back in the car with their clothes clinging onto their skin when their spines hit the warmed-up leather seats and when your hand slams the AC button on.

Satoru is riding shotgun this time. Hand on the armrest, the other open-palmed on his thigh.

Suguru is behind your seat as you ease the car back onto the highway. If you’re right, in about two hours the toll truck should pick up their car.

Since there isn’t anything else to do in the small town of Komae, you decided to drop the two men off at their car and continue your way to your parents house.

Just as you think you might peacefully take them back to the start line, Satoru breaks the heavy silence and asks the forbidden.

“Ex-boyfriend?”

Your knuckles tighten around the steering wheel, old leather digging the stitch marks onto your palm.

Suguru quirks up to the middle seat at the sound of his friend’s question, mentally eye rolling at his bluntness.

“Sorry about him, Y/N. He has no manners.” The black haired man smoothly slides in, glaring at the back of Satoru’s white tuff of hair smushed against the headrest.

Your shoulders drop at the realisation that you would look childish still being bitter about the breakup.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, voice a level smaller than you wished it would’ve come out as.

Practically feeling the underlying questions behind their quiet gazes on you as your eyes stay fixed on the road, you cave.

“He cheated on me with the receptionist.” You mumble, eyes narrowing from the highway that stretches for what seems like forever—trees shading the sun from blazing down on you.

From your side, you hear an amused scoff coming from Satoru in the passenger seat. Half sounding like he’s in disbelief and half finding something funny, so you ask.

“What?”

His chuckling dies down and his eyes settle on your face. You try to keep your attention on the road but it’s hard to once his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, to the way your top hugs your breasts, then the curve of your waist and finally your thighs.

He responds after a minute. “What could he have possibly looked for in another woman when he had you?”

The question stings for a moment while you remember all the times you asked yourself it to no answer.

You shrug, quietly mumbling a clipped and somewhat bitter. “Don’t know.”

He continues like he’s not a stranger pushing lines and like his eyes trailing undetermined lines on your skin doesn’t set your whole being on fire.

“Were you bad in bed?”

His boldness is so shameless that you almost choke on air, foot a good inch away from slamming the brakes from shock and sending everyone toppling over.

Suguru cuts in immediately. “Satoru.” Voice stern, tone serious.

“Sorry, sorry.”

You find yourself at a loss of words for a second. Debating on not saying anything and losing face or revealing the truth.

Well, you are with two handsome and successful men… and your ex isn’t even some worth defending…

“He was the one bad in bed.” You blurt out, eyes strictly focused up ahead and nowhere else—not to your right or on any mirror because you swear you will die if you meet their gazes.

This time, Suguru is the one taken off guard.

“He…didn’t pleasure you?” The way he carefully picked out his words, slowly chose to carry them out and intensely watched how you shamefully gnawed on your lower lip and nodded made something in your stomach flip.

Once more, there’s an awkward moment of quietness—too full of revealed secrets and pointed questions.

There is too much revealed in the air to two strangers.

You’re praying that they just drop the talk and leave just as quickly as they came when you merge into the side of the road where their car is in the distance.

The old pickup truck you drive sighs with relief when you twist the key off the ignition and kill the engine.

Your eyes are glued to your beat up converses as you wait for them to say something.

After seeing they are frozen in their seats—Satoru’s body facing yours but his eyes glued onto Suguru.

“Well…” You start. “This is it.”

Right as you’re about to continue, Satoru’s door cracks open with the pull of the handle—letting out a tired groan from worn out hinges as his long body slips off the seat.

You watch him circle the car till he reaches your door and flings it open.

“Come to the backseat for a second, love.” He smiles, extending a hand for you to take and use to jump off the high platform.

Something in you drives your muscles to comply, your hand land in his and your legs dangle off the car till you jump down onto land again.

Suguru pushes the door open from the side and you climb in with a fast-beating heart.

He goes to the far right end of the backseat, back pressing against the window, head grazing the top despite how tall the ceiling is.

Satoru slides beside you, pulling the door open with him. You’re sandwiched between them, inhaling both of their colognes that mix into pure heaven in your sense receptors.

Both their thighs pressing against your legs and their arms touching yours, you feel suffocated in the best way—so much that a small hotness starts to bloom in your underwear.

Suguru pulls you out of your thoughts before you have the chance to lose yourself just yet.

His hand comes to brush a stray piece of hair off your temple, making you turn to face him.

“We can fix that.” He says, not ringing a bell in your head.

Confused and starting to grow too hot, you barely whisper when you ask what.

Satoru shifts behind you, making you squeal once you feel his hands on your shoulders and turning you back to him.

His face is so close when you look up at him, absentmindedly pulling your body back for space he doesn’t allow.

“We can please you.”

A smirk lands on his face, your back softly meets a hard surface and you feel under Satoru’s hands hair brushing your shoulders.

Tilting your head up, you’re met with Suguru looking down at you with half-lidded eyes and a soft smile.

Your heart is in your ears when his pale hands wrap around your waist, just under your boobs as he pulls you closer into a more comfortable position flush against him.

“Would you like us to, sweetheart?” He asks, voice ringing so dangerously close to your skull as his lips brush the shell of your ear.

Satoru’s grin widens as his hands wrap around your ankles and places each one between his own legs.

You’re laying with your legs spread open, only your shorts shielding your wetness from the two hungry men as the blue eyed man look down at you.

Seeing how you’re growing too mushy in Suguru’s hands and getting lured in by his eyes, Satoru runs a hand deliberately slow up your thigh till it lands on the upper part of it just to ground you.

“C’mon, tell us, pretty.” He coos, long fingers squeezing the fat under it.

You bite back a whimper at the feeling of him and Suguru’s fingers brushing your underboob.

Something akin to a hum leaves you.

Behind you, Suguru disapprovingly tuts. “Words, Y/N.”

“Yes.” You finally breathe out as Satoru’s hands ghost your clothed pussy basically screaming for him.

“Good girl.” He kisses your temple before Satoru comes in and captures your mouth in a steamy kiss.

Messy, hot, sloppy as Suguru finally cups your thinly covered boobs—you weren’t wearing a bra, so the peaks of your hardened nipples quickly started pushing against the green cotton once he massaged them.

Satoru’s hips come down, slotting his growing boner against your dripping cunt—making you let our a shaky moan against his lips that has you feeling his friend’s hard-on grow against your back.

He breaks the kiss after a second, a string of saliva holding you both together as he stares at your glossy lips.

An amused smile displays itself on his face before he shoots Suguru a look over your head.

“Consider this our thanks.” He says before two hands hook under your thighs. “Will you help me, Suguru?”

In a mess of peeling off clothes and both of them leaving eager love bites on you, the car fills with your loud moans and the sloppy noises of Satoru lapping up your juices as Suguru keeps your lips locked in a fight with his.

Tongues invading for territory, a coil building quickly in your stomach and your hands fisting his jet black hair—you’re not the only one groaning.

Satoru isn’t quiet with the way he devours every drop of ambrosia flavoured release you offer him after he pulls out an orgasm of you.

He whines when Suguru kicks him off your soppy cunt with the heel of his foot and flips you around till you’re bent over in front of him—face in front of Satoru’s leaky cock—while the dark haired man lines himself up.

Satoru smirks down at you with that overconfident, proud look when you look up at him with shiny eyes.

“That’s not—“ You try only to be cut off.

“You will fit it. Just try it, baby.” He encourages once he sees you swallow.

With one final deep breath as Suguru drags the tip of his aching cock against your folds, you hollow out your cheeks and take Satoru in your mouth just as he breaches the first muscular ring of restraint.

You let out a squeal of surprise against Satoru’s dick at the painful stretch and he takes it as an opportunity to push your head down—making his tip hit the back of your throat.

Your throat relaxes after a beat and you ease your tongue around his length, stroking what you don’t have in your mouth.

He groans at the warm feeling, mind focusing on not cumming embarrassingly close down your throat. Suguru presses his chest against your arched back, wrapping his hands around your waist as he slowly starts dragging his cock in and out.

Pelvis meeting your plush ass, he starts building up the pace when he sees you choking on Satoru’s cock—not letting himself fall behind his friend.

“Ooh yeah~ Just like thaaat, baby.” Satoru lowly groans as he sees himself move up and down your throat with the tilt of his head.

You pull back for a second, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth as tears brim your waterline.

Your eyes roll back just as Suguru bottoms out once more and reaches home—that one spongy spot deep in you that makes your body spasm.

Hands struggling to jerk off Satoru, you try to bend down and get him back in your mouth when he catches your jaw and stops you.

“Na-ah. C’mere.” He grabs a hold of your elbows as Suguru’s thrusts slow down till he’s only buried in you as Satoru pulls you on his lap.

What he intends to do quickly pops up in your mind and you try to escape.

“No!—It’s not going to work—“ You try to reason, already feeling too full with Suguru twitching inside of you.

Satoru chuckles, Suguru’s grip on your waist lifts you to hover over his friend’s spit-glazed cock with him still inside.

“Relax, honey.” He coos from behind, Satoru rubbing little circles on your hip as they pull you down.

Satoru’s tip brushes against Suguru’s cock as he tries to make space for himself inside of you too.

You loudly cry out at the stretch—it burns so much. Satoru is long but Suguru is thick, it barely fits but eventually they are both snugly wrapped in your warmth.

Velvety walls making both of them stutter on their moans as you go limp against Satoru.

His hand brushes your hair as everyone adjusts—them to the tightness, you to the stretch.

“We got you, sweets.”

Suguru moves first, making you faintly whimper in Satoru’s chest as his deep groan rumbles against your temple.

Then, Satoru starts matching Suguru’s slow pace. Both of them printing their veins in your pussy, itching dangerously close to their edge already as your legs start shaking.

You’re a mewling, whimpering mess in Satoru’s secure arms. Ear pressed against his heartbeat as you drool down his abs, unable to think or act on your own.

Body a puddle of goo, you feel the dangerous sound of the coil in your stomach about to snap for the third time—you barely have time to warn them about it.

Suguru thurds harder, Satoru reaches deeper—kissing your cervix gently as Suguru pounds you till your mind is mush and you’re so brainfucked that you’re about to pass out.

He presses slow, warm kisses to your shoulder as Satoru peppers some on your forehead and temple.

Both of them being so gentle and soft with you as your senses go into overload and your figure trembles in their hands.

A small chuckle comes from behind as a large palm brushes the protruding bulge in your stomach.

“Satoru, feel this.” His friend guides a hand from your hip to your lower belly where the two cocks poke out from your uterus.

“Mmmh!” You cry further against his chest as his hand presses the bump. He laughs too, breathy as he white locks of hair cloud his eyesight when they stick to his forehead.

The car creaks with the thrusts, it smells of sweat and sex as everyone reaches their ends.

You break first, whole body convulsing and shaking in their firm holds before going completely still and your head falling back onto Suguru’s shoulder while he delivers the last few thrusts with Satoru.

They both simultaneously bury themselves at the same time after following your release, overfilling your womb with them so much that if you get pregnant, you’d have to play the guessing game of who the father is.

There’s a light quietness in the cramped space as they both slip out. Suguru falls back on the other seat, you rest against Satoru again—his hands loosely around your waist as their heavy, exhausted breathing is the only thing audible.

Well, you know what they say…

Stranger danger.

EXTENDED ENDING, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SATISFIED WITH ONLY SMUT. CW: MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY.

Their heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear as you almost drift off to dreamland—but then a tired snort catches your attention.

Soon after, Satoru also snorts and you look up and over your shoulder to see what they are laughing at.

Nothing, just their cum spilling out of your weakened hole and riiiight onto your leather seat.

You spring back to life.

“What the fuck! My car!” You screetch, trying to push yourself off Satoru’s chest but his grip has tightened and he doesn’t let you leave.

“Wait, baby, stay.”

You start panicking, still bare naked and frantic.

Suguru interrupts. “Send your car to the mechanic and replace the seats, dear. We’ll pay for the damage.”

Outside, you hear the faint rumble of engine and see the tow truck pull up.

“Oh my god!” You’re all naked. Suguru pushes himself off the seats and gets dressed the quickest while he tells you and Satoru to stay.

Gosh, what have you gotten yourself into? You ask yourself, slumping back against Satoru’s chest only to look up and see him happily smiling down at you.

Suddenly, you feel something poke against your back again.

Oh!

Oh indeed.

The two men left their phone numbers with you after the mind-blowing sex.

You, too ashamed of getting gangbanged of sorts had no intention to call them or ever see them again.

But…

There’s a brand new range rover in your parents garage with a flashy red bow and a card saying “For Y/N <3” that has your parents asking questions they don’t want to know the answers to.

And…

There are two pink lines staring back at you on a pregnancy test..

Well shit…

Now you really gotta play the guessing game.

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As you can see, I am NAWT proofreading this long ass thing causeeee umm it might be my longest yet. Discussions for this to be a miniseries where they figure out who the bd is and how said bd is gna be w their child are lowkey popping into my mind…

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