that's why he's been coming over more often as of late—not for satoru, but for you.

to snoop in your room while satoru's knocked out cold on the couch and you're at a friends house, take a look at all the slutty thongs you have in your drawer or the vibrator you have tucked away under them.

to fist his cock to you in the shower—your shower, not holding back any deep grunts of your name, he wants you to hear them all through the thin wall separating you both.

he's clearly not ashamed, but you are. you told yourself you'd never fall for any of your brothers jackass friends.

while you haven't necessarily fallen for suguru, you still find yourself thinking of him with your fingers deep inside of you.

thoughts of joining him in the shower cross your mind when you decide you've had enough of this. suguru is bad news. you have a date with some guy your friends introduced you to next week, you should be fantasizing about him for gods sake.

maybe you should opt for clearing your head a different way, a glass of water and a snack should do the trick.

you hop down the stairs aiming to overcome your malnourishment—which you've determined to be the cause of these thoughts, only to find the center of them there.

suguru's standing in the kitchen with one arm resting on the island, "why're you up so late?" he says with a teasing tone, looking to the clock on the wall reading 2:41 AM.

your throat dries up as he turns his gaze back to you. he never just looks, he stares.

like he's examining every inch of you—counting every eyelash, memorizing the shape of your lips, paying attention to the way your jaw sits and how it clenches when you catch sight of him.

you deflect, you can't seem to string together a lie in front of him, "satoru fell asleep i'm guessing?" a question, so he'll talk about himself and pay less attention to your shaky hands as you open the cabinet.

"can't hear him snoring?" he lifts a finger, stopping you from grabbing the glass and turns his head up to the ceiling as if he could see through the walls.

you obey easily. he makes a mental note of that.

a few seconds of uncomfortable silence pass before you hear the faint sound of your brother snoring upstairs.

"mm." you nod, keeping your response short and simple, doing the best you can to prevent the conversation from going any further. you'll get your water, leave the snack and swiftly coop yourself back up in your room.

the glass clinks against the various mugs beside it, you wouldn't be surprised if it started humming from the adrenaline running through your body. his eyes continue to follow you as you walk over to the sink and turn on the tap—but not only his eyes.

it's only half full when you feel his chest press against your back, his warm body enveloping yours. he reaches over you to turn off the running water and speaks, "you don't have to be afraid of it y'know."

the sound of your heartbeat pounds in your ears from the sudden contact, "afraid of what?" your voice is unsteady, doing nothing to conceal the nervousness you feel.

"afraid that you're into me."

you aren't oblivious to the game he's playing, trying to make you out to be the desperate one here in an attempt to gain control. "you're the one that's into me."

"and who told you that?" you aren't even facing him but you can hear the grin plastered across his face.

a heavy breath you didn't know you were holding escapes your throat, annoyed with how he's trying to flip the narrative. "relax, will you?" he coos, "you're too tense."

damn him for noticing every little thing, and damn him for always getting his way.

with your ass planted on the cold kitchen counter and his hands on your waist, you can't recall how feather-light kisses turned anything but graceful so quickly.

one moment you were savoring the feeling of his lips on yours and the next you could taste copper in your mouth—it doesn't matter who's skin wound up breaking, you have bigger concerns. "suguru we should stop, if anyone comes down here—"

"but you don't want to stop." he cuts you off.

"yeah, but.." you trail off, trying to find the right words to tell him this isn't a good idea.

"nothing else to be said then."

nothing else was said, you chose to speak with your body seeing as that's the only way he would listen. you shift off of the counter and wrap your legs around his hips, hands gripping his shoulders for balance.

for the first time ever, suguru is stunned. he tries not to show it but you can see it in his face that he hasn't got a clue whats going on, just stands there letting his hands grip your ass. “well? walk." you tell him.

"where do you want me to go?" he asks, head in the clouds.

"to my room with walls thinner than paper—" he starts walking before you can finish, earning him a slap on the shoulder. "obviously not! the living room suguru."

"could've just said so instead of being a brat."

you could feel that last word in your ovaries.

you want him in your ovaries, but he's being a total bitch about it. "just put it in suguru, fuck!" he's been rubbing his cock against your soaked panties for the last 10 minutes, tip rolling against your clothed clit giving you juuust enough for it to feel good but still not enough.

"i can't. y'know, consequences 'n stuff. if i don't put it in it doesn't count." he's teasing you with not only his dick but his words too, you know damn well he'd get his ass handed to him either way.

he's nearly giggling to himself too, that smirk on his face won't go away—not when you're whining for him it won't. you shift your hips upward in an attempt to get any extra pleasure you can.

he chuckles, "poor thing." in mock sympathy.

before you can bite back at him, he pulls your now see through underwear to the side, exposing your sopping cunt to the cold air. "look how she's twitching, just begging for me."

not like he has a right to say anything when his cock also twitches at the sight, but you choose to keep your mouth shut about it seeing as his other hand moves to grab it by the base.

he slaps the fat head against your sensitive clit, sending shocks through your body as wet "THWAP!" sounds echo throughout the room—wasting no time before moving it down to collect your arousal so he can coat his tip with your slick.

your heavy eyes are locked onto his girthy length sliding along your dripping folds, once he's 'satisfied' enough, he rips away his hold on your panties and lets the elastic smack against his shaft.

with each drag you feel his hot and heavy dick throb against your pussy, it's clear he wants to drop the whole act and feel your walls clamp down around him instead of just watching them clench around nothing.

in truth he thinks that if he were to go through with the idea that he'd bust the second he sinks in, he's been dreaming about this longer than you know and doesn't want the first time it really happens to go to waste.

it seems like all his efforts were for nothing in the end, his pace begins to stutter as he puts all his focus into not creaming all over your warm wet cunt.

seems like he wasn't thinking when he was teasing you, not realizing he'd get himself all worked up in the process before even getting to feel you.

"s-shit." he croaks, "gonna ruin these.." he stares down at the outline of his cock poking through the cotton of your drenched panties.

his hot cum spurts out and seeps through the fabric, making everything more messy than it already was.

"i'll..clean that up.”

notes: we can all ignore the similarities in this and my other suguru drabble ok god forbid i think he’d admire my thong collection hes a man of taste

Being in fourth year also meant he was given opportunities on a silver platter to visit other prefectures during his missions to have his night busy, and experience the other tastes than what Tokyo has to offer. Every mission ended with him leaving the black car, smiling at the assistant managers to head back to the hotel first while he scoured around the city for a quick and easy hook up.

The girl with the nice ass in Osaka.

The girl with the big tits in Kyoto.

The girl with the pretty face in Nagoya.

His contact list in his phone was endless, his thumb mindlessly scrolling down down down, never allowing him to reach the bottom until a good moment later.

That night was no different. A university student studying nursing—a cute face with a blonde bob. Except she called in sick, apologising with a phone call, desperation hinting at her sweet words.

“You’ll call me again, right?” she asked, voice coyly cute and full of hope, yet masked by the subtle edge of panic.

“Mm… maybe not if you keep on asking me like that.”

He cut the call even before she could give him a reply and he let out a sigh, cracking a muscle on his neck. His eyes lazily travelled across the bright neon lights of Kabukicho, full of chaos and trouble. He could feel the stares of girls while they walked the dirty streets, or from girls outside of maid cafes, hostesses, the sex clubs' workers, and the eyes from guys wondering if they could use him to lure in girls to their beds if they invited him over.

He ignored them and searched through his pocket, trying to find some strawberry milk candies to wash away the irritation… just to notice he didn’t have any. His brows furrowed, slowly realising that you haven’t given them these past few weeks.

Strange, but he didn’t think too much about it.

With another sigh, he headed to the closest convenience store, searching through the rows of snacks under the white lights. He paused at the surplus of options in the display, and his eyes caught onto the new gummy that you were talking about a week ago, excited at the upcoming release.

Without realising, he slid the package off of the metal hook, holding it together with his own pack of candy and went to the register to buy.

Suguru brushed past the eager eyes and headed back to his dorms for once. Maybe he would barge into Satoru’s room next door to play Momotetsu that they left off last time. Maybe he could give the packet of gummy to you on the way there as well.

He quietly imagined the look on your face when he hands you his small souvenir. The simple thing making your eyes widen for a fraction, looking up at him with a surprised smile and uncontrollable giggles as you thank him sweetly as you do.

It made him smile a bit to himself. A slow spread of satisfaction sitting comfortably on his chest. He might have asked Satoru a month ago how to let you down easy, but considering the disappointing trajectory of his night, he supposed he could entertain you for a little while and see how it goes.

But then his brows soon furrowed at the silence that welcomed him when he knocked on your dorm half an hour later.

Shoko opened her door from beside him, a brow raised as she looked up at him in distaste. When he asked where you were, she mentioned something about your room being vacant these past few nights.

“Late night missions?” he asked, frowning in concern.

Shoko smiled slightly, eyes glinting. “You could say she has, hmm… busy late night missions. I don’t think the higher ups would like to know what she’s up to.”

Strange, but he didn’t think too much about it either.

His footsteps echoed across the old, wooden hallways leading up to his dorm room, when—

“Ah, ngg…! Hahh— Satoru!!”

Suguru stopped in his tracks.

The crinkling plastic sound of the gummy dropping to the ground reverberating in his skull. His eyes slowly widened as he recognised the high-pitched moans, ears ringing at the slam of the bed’s headboard against the wall. 

Satoru’s voice joined your cries of pleasure.

“Come on baby, want to—fuck—want to make you cum ten times tonight, we’re almost half way there—”

Grunts, meowls, whines—

Suguru shakily crouched down to pick up the packet of gummy, and as he did, he tuned into your voice. At the sweet pants and chants of Satoru’s name from your lips—lips he could imagine in the back of his mind glossing prettily from spit and cum.

Suguru’s face flushed, heart racing as he pressed his palm on his cock over his pants, feeling the thudding throb of it, chest heaving as he listened to the noise…

“Ah, ah… Satoru,” you slurred sultrily, slightly muffled and wet.

Suguru imagines your mouth pressed against Satoru’s ear, heavy hot breaths tingling his best friend's ear as your tongue scraped the shell teasingly.

“What is it, sweetheart? Can’t take it?”

“No, no, no… I can, I can,” you whined breathlessly, hints of tears lodged at your throat. “I-I am, aren’t I— hahhh…!”

There was a particularly loud slap of skin against skin and the loud squelch of your pussy, promptly followed by Satoru’s groan that chanted your name like a prayer.

Slowly, Suguru stood up and stumbled to his door, fidgeting with his keys and as soon as it unlocked, he barged into his own bedroom and crumbled to his sheets. 

Satoru, Satoru, Satoru…!

He leaned his ear onto the wall facing Satoru’s room, stroking his already hard-on with heavy breaths, chest heaving erratically at the pleasure that shot at the touch. He groaned every time whenever a particularly loud, sweet cry from you buzzed the wallpaper and rang in his ear, urging him to press his hand harder against his bulge.

Even through the wall, he could hear the obscene squelches of your pussy taking Satoru’s cock, making it easy for him to conjure up the image of your wet cunt, and how heavenly it must feel for him to slide his cock along your puffy lips.

Suguru cursed to himself and quickly shoved his pants and boxers down. Collecting a glob of spit, he let it trickle down his flushed tip as his thumb roughly pressed his slit, pre cum oozing from beneath his skin. He started slow, stroking his cock alongside the steady rhythm of the slap… slap… slap of Satoru’s hips meeting your skin. The wet sound that followed his hand wasn’t as loud as the noise next door.

“Agh, babe… stop… clenching,” Satoru grunted weakly, a pathetic whimper leaving him when it seemed like you did the exact opposite. Whether that was intentional or not, Suguru couldn’t tell. All he could do was squeeze his hand around his base in response, closing his eyes to imagine it was your wet pussy clenching and drooling around his cock. Just as you were right now tightening around his best friend’s cock.

“Sa-toru… f-feels too good…!”

Suguru groaned loudly with Satoru at the sultry, breathless moan, and found himself fisting his cock harder, faster. His fingertips grazed the protruded veins, precum and spit mixing and glistening over his ridges that bumped against his palm as he desperately tried to find his release.

“Shit, baby… I’m close,” Satoru whined, voice more distant and muffled. The image of his best friend folding you in half, legs spread and wrapped around his torso in a mean mating press that had your throbbing, puffy clit rubbing against his pubes, and said best friend burrowing his face into the crook of your sweat-slicked neck flashing in Suguru’s mind. He cupped his balls, groaning as he imagined how Satoru’s was sure to be slapping harshly against your plush ass every time he thrusted into your sopping cunt, smooching your cervix that had you crying out pathetically.

“‘M close too, Satoru…”

“Let’s cum together, yeah? ‘t’ll feel good cumming—ngh!—together…”

Suguru panted heavily in his empty room, thumb pressing harshly against the slippery slit every time his fist reached his angry red tip. He worked his cock faster, teeth biting into his lower lip to urge his climax. You sounded so sweet, so pretty, so adorable next door that the next thing he knew, he cummed at the scream that tore out of your throat, painting his abdomen with pearly white cum and staining his dark uniform. The cum on his hand a sticky mess as he continued stroking himself with a deep hum, his head dizzy from pleasure and cheeks dusted in a heavy flush.

“Fuck…” Suguru groaned, leaning his head against the wall that still reverberated from the loud thuds of the headboard banging roughly from the other side, obvious that Satoru was still determined to reach your sixth climax in hopes of reaching ten.

For the rest of the night, Suguru had to listen to the two of you fuck like rabbits in heat, and every now and then he would press his ears against the wall once more to palm his cock lazily. It lasted for hours and hours and sleep only finally found him when the two of you were nearing your end. But before he could close his eyes, he heard Satoru’s words that gave him an alarming jolt to his heart.

“Got Suguru out of your pretty mind yet, gorgeous?”

༊·˚°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“Um… fun night?”

The two of you didn’t seem to notice the bags under Suguru’s eyes as he asked the question. Or at the bloodshot veins creeping towards his pupils. Or the way they seemingly reflected the troubled night before.

“Yeah, too much fun.” Satoru had the most shit eating grin ever, and Suguru caught onto his best friend’s hand crawling down behind him to squeeze your ass over the shirt you wore. Satoru’s favourite Digimon shirt. Faintly, he also heard your whine of protest and the scrunch of the cloth under your nails. “How was your night, Suguru?”

Satoru, Satoru, Satoru…! Your voice still rang in his mind nonestop, haunting him even in his dreams.

“Uh…” Suguru trailed off, his gaze fixated on you and all the blossoming marks littering over your skin, “…yeah… I guess.”

Slowly, Satoru’s voice tuned out and Suguru could only hear the crinkling of the plastic package of the gummy as he fisted his hand. The bag was too warm under his touch, and inside the sugar was starting to melt into a sticky mess, ruining the excitement you had over them.

i'd say this is how geto's characterised in the jp fandom 90% of the time. i still love him though :)

tags/taglist (open)! @daflex, @liahcharms, @moonlightbunnies, @brightbriefs

A dreamy yawn escaped your throat, ears twitching and folding up from your skull to listen to your boyfriend start cursing at his monitor(s) once again, getting worked up about people in the speeding chatroom laughing about his temper tantrum.

There was a human-sized dog bed underneath his desk, right between where Gojo would put his feet… enough room to curl up and roll around.

I mean, it wasn't him if he wasn't manspreading.

You let out a small whine when he groaned about something again, slowly sitting up and leaning forward- laying your cheek against the inside of his thigh, the fabric of the grey sweatpants soft against your skin.

The sudden contact had Satoru pausing, as if the little fit of rage faded on contact.

"My princess… did I wake you?" The white-haired man lightly cooed, focusing on the cute sight of your still drowsy eyes and scrunching nose, his hands leaving the keyboard and mouse to start petting your hair, blunt nails scratching behind your ears.

Yoonhater112: !! SIXEYES GET BACK ON THE GAME

melonsmelonsmelons: who is he talking to, bruh did the game make him tweak?

seacock3: @/melonsmelonsmelons nah it's his girlfriend

hybridgooner: OHHMYGOD SIXEYES SHOW HER SHOW HER I MISS HER

The regular viewers knew about you, Satoru had you hanging around when he gamed, but you rarely popped up on the camera- too busy snoozing or sucking his dick.

"Mnn… why were you yelling?" You murmur out, leaning into the affection, slowly crawling up from the plush bed to try and get on your boyfriend's lap.

"Sorry, puppy, I'm streaming- Watch where you put your hands." Satoru smiled, hoisting you up on his lap, cradling the back of your head, chest against chest in a familiar way.

You let out a soft grumble but lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, wrapping around him to comfortably cling on. "Too loud.." Your tail was slowly flopping back and forth, waving around in the camera.

"You comfy? I'm still live." Satoru gave a crooked grin, glancing back to the second monitor, seeing the sight of you on top of him.

GooningAvacado: gyatt

ihateovertime: I'm not into furries, but she might change my mind….

ICumOnTrees: how much to buy a hybrid

IDON'Tcumontrees: @/ICumOnTrees u cant buy them anymore lol, go out and touch grass- find one in the wild

"Are you trying to put on a show for them or something? Your ass takes up like half of the screen, baby." He quietly asked against your hair, a sneaky hand sliding down to grab into the flesh of one cheek, the fabric of your clothes not stopping him.

"Toruuu…" Your tail tried to swat him away, ears flattening again to try and pull away again.

"Fine, sorry, sorry. Not that kind of stream." Satoru smiled innocently, patting your ass before fully letting go and helping you climb off. "Maybe go get ready for bed, I'll stop gaming in a bit, kayy?"

-

A few hours passed, a shower taken, tucked in on your side of the bed… but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, still playing something and talking with chat, your tail flicked across the sheets in annoyance.

Bored of scrolling on your phone, the next best thing to do when bored came to mind.

To explain why you were reaching underneath the bed and pulling out a box filled with various toys, well… you and Satoru were freaks. You liked it that way anyway.

Your favourite was this pink thing… something Satoru had bought to use remote controlled, but he wasn't here to do so, was he?

click click click

The third setting on any vibrator is the best, prove me wrong.

The sound of buzzing filled the space underneath the blankets, and the soft moan that left your mouth echoed from the bedroom's walls.

You nudged the silicone thing between your legs, rubbing it against your panties- and applying more pressure right over the clit.

Your eyes fluttered shut, fluffy ears lying flat, and your back arching up from the mattress.

Just a quickie, you thought, to help you get sleepy.

You were too busy on the feeling of your clit getting pleasured through soaked fabric to notice the rest of the house had gone quiet, the lights in the hallway turned off, and the door to the shared bedroom was wide open.

"What are you doing?"

Busted.

You fumbled with the vibrating toy, trying to sit up and hide the embarrassment starting to show on your features.

"Nothing-"

"Nutting, yeah."

Satoru slowly walked over to the bed, taking his swwwweeet time to let you see his unimpressed look.

You rarely had any rules or things your loving boyfriend forbade; he loved seeing you happy.

But trying to get off by yourself? With a toy no less. That was a big, big biiig mistake. A hit to his pride and an offense to his dick that loved you oh so much.

"Couldn't wait for me to come back? How pathetic." He mumbled, leaning down and taking the pink thing from your nervous hands, dangling it in front of your face.

"Cmon puppy, you know I don't like it if you do this kind of stuff without me… do I have to remind my bad girl what happens when she breaks her one rule?"

"N..no…msorry..!" You tried to paw at the vibrator, wanting him to toss it aside and forget about all of this, thinking that acting cute would get you out of punishment.

But Satoru wasn't fooled by your puppy dog eyes and big pouts.

You found yourself flipped over, thighs pulled up, a rough hand keeping you down by pressing into the small of your back- face in the pillows while having your ass up for him.

click click click

Your tail trembled when the vibrator was slowly dragged up the inside of your thigh, teasing it closer to your needy cunt, all worked up from playing with yourself .

"Stay still for me."

Being edged by the same thing you had tried to get a quick orgasm out of was like pure torture, it didn't help that you could smell how turned on Satoru was by all of this. You knew he was practically leaking through his sweats, and a throbbing cock wanted to fill you up. But he was determined to teach you a lesson.

-

Satoru was petty, competitive, and a bit mean.

Mean because he decided that you crying and barking last night while he watched your poor cunt quiver and try to clench around nothing right before pulling away the toy wasn't enough.

The moment you woke up, he had stuffed you.

Not with himself, no.

The same pink traitor.

Remember how it was remote controlled? - by an app on Satoru's phone.

Breakfast was impossible, sitting across from him. Unable to even lift your cup of coffee without your fingers trembling from the sudden throbbing against your walls. And that white-haired bastard was smiling at your flustered state.

Walking around with your tail tucked between your legs and ears droopy, trying to be good all day, but Gojo just loved to make you squirm whenever you tried to sit or lie down, knowing the pressure would be worse.

"Can I take it out now- p..please…?" You tried to softly ask, tugging on his arm and wiggling your hips around, putting on the best act you could, maybe some mercy would be shown.

But all you got in response was him grabbing his phone and sliding the speed slider up- showing you the setting it was on- the evil vibrations showed on the display.

Obviously, he enjoyed this, having a cute puppy moaning for it to be turned off and unable to stand on her shaking legs was amusing.

It would have been fine-ish (LIE) if it had been just you two in the house all day. But noooooo…. Satoru needed to invite a close friend over to stream together.

Choso Kamo, better known as BloodBag to online fans. He has been friends with Satoru for ages now, and you have met him a handful of times by now, too. Choso was more active on YouTube, making bass guitar or drum covers of some niche rock bands, but he streamed more cozy, low-intensity RPGs or story games. You know the kind.

Anyways.

Choso and Satoru had planned this collab ages ago, Kamo staying over for the night, and a live going on for ages.

What wasn't planned was you trying to squeeze and rub your thighs shut while bundled up in the fluffy dogbed underneath the desk, acting unsuspecting while staring up at the two men sitting at the desk, fiddling with controllers and having some banter about the jiggle physics of their characters.

The setting your boyfriend had left the toy buzzing inside of you was fairly low, so neither you nor it gave away what was happening underneath.

Obviously, a whimper or whine escaped if you shifted, and the silicone would press against a spot that was a bit too sensitive.

Choso did glance down from your nervous sounds a few times, but the man looked more bashful than you after making eye contact.

"Chos! Watch out, that boulder is following you- DUDE!"

"Sorrysorry… got distracted."

A cut-scene played on screen, giving everyone a little break, Choso quietly talking to the viewers, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.

Doing a poor job of trying to ignore how Satoru was leaning back in his chair, looking down, where you were starting to feel a bit too warm now. Not to mention the odd app Satoru had pulled up, using his thumb to slide some sort of wavy line up and down.

Choso tried not to look underneath the desk, he could hear some sort of thrumming sound getting louder- just the pc probably. Nothing else that could vibrate, yeah.

His eyes flicked down, meeting your watering ones, the sight of your pitiful little face almost had him cry, too.

Maybe Satoru bought some more RAM… he has the money for it- or fans. Actually, the pc fans-

"Chos! Want anything to eat? I'll head to the pantry to grab a snack."

Choso's eyes snapped back up, panicking a bit.

"YeahYesYes- ahem, yeah, some chips would be.g..good…"

Not nonchalant at all, but it got Satoru to get up, pat the nervous man's shoulder, and walk out of the room, phone in hand.

Not even a second after you were moaning, trembling all over, with a hand sloppily attempting to cover your mouth.

That bastard.

The whirring got impossibly loud, having you try to sit up and shove a hand between your thighs. Some saving grace to having the guy you were sitting in front of and an ongoing livestream of thousands of people hearing you start to whine.

Choso, the poor guy, managed to mute the microphone and pull back enough to glance down, unsure, dark eyes meeting your droopy ones.

You tried to open your mouth to tell him to look away, but another pulse had you almost orgasming on the spot.

Subconsciously, your wobbly legs had shifted forward, as if wanting to crawl towards the dark-haired man.

"C..choso..s..sorry… mmmn.."

Not even sure why you were apologising, but while straddling the side of the fluffy dog bed, you couldn't do anything else. You reached out, desperate, fingers grabbing into his pants to hold on while your hips ground down into the almost pleasurable edge- humping the wall of the dog bed like some mutt in heat. Which you kind of were… unable to control the string of lewd moans flying out after a bit more fiction.

The wetness from your cunt had seeped through your panties and shorts at this point, a wet splotch forming between your thighs.

Kamo, somewhat still able to think, paused the livestream and brought his hand up to cover his face. But he was a simple guy, seeing a cute girl… with a shaking tail and flopping ears after each pathetic hip roll… he just had to peek through the gaps between his digits, flushed skin showing.

Seems like both of you weren't too in control of your limbs, his free hand twitched awake, sliding from holding on to the armrest to palm at a growing bulge.

Choso had noticed you acting a bit… needy the moment he had sat down with Gojo, and the little breathless gasps and mewls in the background while they both gamed had his cock straining against his boxers uncomforably, managing to hide it well till now.

"A..are you alright?" Choso breathed out into his palm, feeling stupid for asking such an obvious question, but he had to say something-

His trying to converse ended in you shuddering, fluffy tail standing up straight. And shifting off of the dogbed, another hand gripping into the fabric of Kamo's pants to crawl towards him, sniffling when the vibrations inside didn't stop hammering around.

You wanted to climb on his leg to use it instead of the dogbed, eyes getting bigger and lips parting- tongue flicking out to lick the corner of your lips, gazing at the throbbing thing in Choso's hand, the outline of it calling to your overstimulated brain. He hadn't stopped palming himself, hissing after dragging his thumb to the tip and pressing down. A tempting sight to a deprived hybrid.

The mastermind of this whole incident strolled in right when you planted your sopping cunt on Choso's foot, the fabric of your shorts and his sock shifting while you tried to rub against it.

"You two having fun?"

Chosos froze up, the hand over his face not budging an inch. An even more embarrassing situation- I mean, he was literally holding his dick while his friend's girlfriend tried to hump his leg. Not to mention that buzzing-

"Sorry, m..man..she just-" The turning red one tried to explain.

"Don't worry, Chos, keep going." Satoru smiled, tossing the bag of chips in his hand away to casually walk closer, tucking his hands in his pockets.

You, trying not to start crying from frustration, hugged Choso's calf, ears flicking up and then back down.

"What's wrong, puppy? Don't you want him to help? Cmon, ask nicely." Satoru leaned down to coo at you, face beside Chosos.

You sniffled, unable to keep still, and kept nudging your hips forward again. " Chos… c..can you help me.. please?"

He clearly struggled to keep calm; his hand dropped down from his face, hesitant to reach out, but a few fingers ran through your hair before guiding your head forward. "Yeah… yeah.."

Satoru stood up straight, watching from above while you gladly smushed your head in between Choso's thighs, gasping at the feeling of the lengthy hard on against your cheek, the warmth seeping from the fabric to your skin.

"Good girl… You gonna suck him off? Go on. I'll watch." Gojo encouraged, walking behind you both and landing in the empty gaming chair, pulling his phone out to fiddle with the settings for the vibrator.

Choso had one hand in your hair, gently pulling you closer- the other was tugging down the waistband in a hurry. Once freed, you wasted no time to start lapping at the leaky tip, eyes half-lidded and glossy lips kissing at the salty skin.

The view of you still trying to hump at Choso's leg, hips wobbling and tail wagging like crazy, ears flat and eyes focused on the obscenely large, pale dick in your mouth had Satoru biting the inside of his cheek, shifting and spreading his legs… it started to grow too uncomfortably tight in his pants.

The soft groan and breathy whimper Choso let out after you hollowed your cheeks and slurped on his cock had Gojo's breath hitching.

After a bit of getting to watch you try to deep-throat Choso and form a puddle of arousal, Satoru couldn't stand cucking anymore, abruptly standing up and reaching over to tug on your fluffy ear- pulling you off of Choso with a wet POP! The vibrations stopped, too. It seems like either the battery ran out or your boyfriend gave you a break from that torture.

The slobbered dick twitched, making Kamo shudder and slump back into the chair, downturned eyes flicking back from Gojo to you.

"Get her on the couch, Chos. Be good for me." Satoru exhaled, fingers twitching to his own pants.

Choso, the obedient puppy number two, stumbled up, carefully pulling you up and helping you to the couch in the back of the streaming room.

It was everything you had ever wanted, without hesitation Satoru had told Choso to bend you over, your boyfriend claiming your mouth, toying with your tongue with his fingers before helping a familiar girth over it, filling your throat completely, a palm under your jaw and one on top of your head, between your ears.

"Such a cute slut… cmon, talk to us, who tastes better, hm?" Gojo teased, making sure to nudge down further when your throat tried to choke out some sort of incoherent words as an answer, making fun of the fact that you were unable to say a word. The neatly trimmed white hair was tickling your nose, just how you liked it- drool dripping down your chin.

"Chos, are you getting shy? Can't you see her pussy waiting to get stuffed?" Satoru grinned across to Choso, who was trying to be polite… as much as he could, taking his time to slide down your shorts and panties… the soaked fabrics not even comparing to the sight of glistening, puffy folds being revealed to Choso- the little pink tail of the vibrator was tempting him.

"Chooss… you can take it out, I know you want to replace it with your own meat. I'm sure she wants something bigger than that silicone thing." Satoru kept talking, making the other man look flustered, watching as your tail swayed to the side, as if giving him some opening to take it out.

Sloooowly, the pink vibrator was pulled out, having you squirm and splutter around Satoru's base, your spit spilling down to his heavy balls at this point.

Your empty walls clenched and unclenched around nothing, ears flattening further and tail drooping, feeling empty had you starting to whine and cry about it.

No worries, Kamo knew how to cheer you up.

Slurp sluuurp choke… twap..thwap.. smack..!

Aren't you glad Choso paused the stream and cut the mics off? The whining and male groans, accompanied by lewd skin-to-skin and sucking sounds, sounded like some porno.

The more timid one was gripping your waist and spreading the fat of your ass to watch the other hole twitch every time he filled your cunt to the hilt.

Gojo was petting your head, taking shallow breaths when you were forced to move forward by the motion of Choso behind you.

Sandwiched by two girthy cocks messing up your insides had you blissed out.

"Scootch over a bit."

"But-"

"Don't worry, it'll fit."

Satoru had the brightest idea ever. Instead of taking turns, why not go at the same time?

There you were, lying on top of Choso, sniffling and licking at his jaw while Satoru spread your cheeks, you looked pretty stretched out by Kamo already, but…

An excited pink tip was trying to push inside, having you arch your back even more, letting out a cry at the way you were getting split open.

Choso got worried once again, shushing you and rubbing your back to try and get you to calm down. But when that didn't work, he captured your lips with his, keeping you distracted with a tender kiss.

The initial stretch and discomfort were worth it, clinging on to the dark brown-haired man, tongue and every moan being swallowed by him too.

Meanwhile, Gojo was groaning in your ear, making sure to run his hands across your body, your tummy, while being balls deep inside together with Choso. The feeling underneath his palms of your insides being stuffed full with both of them almost had Gojo cumming. But he wanted to be nice to Choso for doing what he was told this whole time.

"Dude… s..shit.. tootight… hey, you wanna- you want to do anything before we cum? Haah.. not gonna last like this…" your boyfriend mumbled out against your shoulder, trying to talk to Choso, who was still pretty busy with whimpering around your drooly tongue and canines.

Maybe Gojo shouldn't have asked, more for you than him, but.

You were sat upright now, tail slowly wagging, eyes watering, and pupils blown, Satoru still inside and slowly grinding his hips upwards into yours, hands caressing your sides and face, now being the one calming you down.

Your spine tensed, hands clung onto your boyfriend's biceps… Kamo was easing himself in past the rim, gently massaging your hips and the globes of your ass to relax the muscles.

"Shh.. it'll feel really good in a bit… promise.." He finally spoke up, too, placing a sweet kiss in the middle of your back.

Again, he was right.

Having both of them pistoning in and out in and out in a matching rhythm around your fluttering insides had you cumming- unable to tell them because all the words on your tongue were lost, blabbering and slobbering against Gojo while having both holes properly jammed full.

Oh, and of course, that wasn't it.

You were pushed to sit back on the couch after them agreeing to pull out leaving you gasping and overstimulated, the two of them standing above you.

The intense sound of rushing palms with wet skin filled your senses, making your jaw unhinge and loll your tongue out.

Lovely, warm splurts covered your face, eyes fluttering shut as you licked your lips, the two differently tasting loads made you shiver.

"Clean her up, Chos."

Such a good boy he was, lightly cupping your face and lapping up both his own and Satoru's release, making sure to give you one last peck on the lips too.

-

"Chhaaatt!! Sorry for the wait, I had some technical difficulties. But look who's decided to join us now, gush about how cute she is instead of complaining, yeah?"

All three of you were at the desk once again, you now tucked between the two on your own seat, a small smile on your face as Choso pet you, letting Gojo do the talking.

The stream went on, and nobody questioned why the pillows and plushies were thrown about in the background… or the change of clothes.

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You’re loosely straddling her, thighs parted around her lap as gravity takes it’s course to allow you to slip your tongue into her mouth. She’s pleasantly surprised, and the moan she lets out is enough to tell you; soft puffs of breath get caught between thirsty nips of your teeth.

Shoko kisses back, lips plump and a little stained from the wine as she sits up and looks at you expectantly. You lie one last kiss to her beauty mark then adjust yourself how she wants- how you know she wants, after so many reruns of this same routine. And yet, you never get bored.

You couldn’t get bored- it’d be impossible, when she lifts up her thigh between your spreads legs and grabs your hips to drag you forwards. A gasp slips out instantly as your clit presses to her smooth skin beneath the loungewear she’s sporting, floaty shorts that are probably yours anyway.

“You can do it.” She murmurs against your earlobe, trailing her hand from your hip to pull your bottom lip down. You’re already dazed as she touches you, messily rocking your cunt back and forth.

“That’s…” you breathe, head tipping forwards into her neck, “that feels nice.”

She laughs and the breath ruffles your skin, goosebumps springing up. “Mmm, I can tell.”

It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s referring to the damp spot on your panties, slick pooling frustratedly in the gusset as you fight for friction on her leg. It’s a good thing too, because you’re already dizzy from the wine and her touch isn’t helping.

Your girlfriend’s hands slide from your hips- they’re moving on their own now, bucking desperately- to pull your shirt away and toss it to the side. She grins, eyes heavy but no less reverent, as she lowers her mouth to kiss across the newly exposed flesh.

Your tits are spilling prettily from the bra cupping them, chest heaving as your hips stutter along her thigh. “Oh, fuck, Sho-“ you mewl, gripping her scalp when she wraps her lips around your nipple and tugs down the undergarment.

Maybe it’s her teeth on your skin or the way she lifts her thigh up to rub against your soaked skin. Maybe it’s the wine simmering in your bloodstream and the fuzziness of your eyesight. Maybe it’s the fact you’ve been worked up since she uncorked the bottle with dexterous fingers and your mind drifted to them inside you.

“Ohmygod-“

Whatever it is, it makes your back curl outwards and shove your tits closer into her chest as the seam of your underwear catches justttt right and you cum on her thigh, legs shaking and your cheeks brightened.

“There you go.” She says lowly, proudly, pressing a final kiss to your marked-up tits and collarbone before drawing back to gently thumb your face; the action draws you back into consciousness, control of your own body, and you lean forwards to connect your tongue with hers.

It’s messy, to say the least. You’re still shaky and uncoordinated from your orgasm, aftershocks buzzing through you when she pinches at your nipple briefly; your whole body shudders, but her mouth coaxes you back to reality as you pull apart for air and gaze at her.

She’s so pretty. Her lashes are dark around her honeyed eyes, dusted with desire and adoration as her hands hold you. Shoko’s hair is mussed from your fingers, soft brown tangling around your palms as you gently lift her shirt away, too.

You giggle against her mouth. “Lie back.”

Her lips curl against yours. “Why should I?” She’s joking- her elbows are already turning, lowering her back against the comfy couch cushions as your fingers twist into the waistband of her shorts and gently shimmy them down her slender legs.

A trail of kisses is planted along her skin first, adoration bottled up in every slide of your mouth against her; her calves, thighs, hips- nowhere is exempt, and you can tell it’s working her up by the way she sighs and tangles her fingers in your hair.

“Don’t tease.” She mutters, although her voice is already strained. You smile, press one final kiss to her inner thigh, and clamp your mouth between her thighs. She moans breathily, and the sound makes you gasp into her in a cycle that only serves to make Shoko tremble above you.

Usually, she’s quiet anyway. But then it’s calculated silence, more like she’s deciding if the speech is worth her time or not- however, what you do to her is beyond the words she wouldn’t be able to choke out if she tried.

“Shit.” She breathes, rubbing soothing little circles on your scalp with her nails as you lick through the dampness flooding her skin. You’re enjoying this, having her collapse above you when your lips enclose around her clit and suck just a little on the right side of harsh.

“Sho…” you moan, pulling back enough to slide in two of your fingers, “you’re so pretty right now.”

Her hips buck upwards involuntarily, searching for the beautiful friction of your fingerpads against her insides; you twist and crook them in the way you know she likes, tongue carding across her clit, and the noise she makes is rewarding- to say the least.

It’s high and shattered, choked out between moans breathier than any others you’ve heard so far, mixed somehow with a little whisper of your name as you gaze up into her eyes.

You pull back, lips glossy with her until you swipe it away with your tongue. You’re as dazed as she is, body soft and naked above her as Shoko grips you up to rest on her skin. “Love you.” She murmurs quietly, legs tangling with yours on the couch as cushions fall ignored to the floor.

“Mm.” You agree lazily, kissing absentmindedly across her face. “Love you too, Sho. Have for a while.”

She laughs, tracing the curve of your back. “You didn’t finish your wine.”

You’re sitting back on your haunches to grab the bottle and refill your glass when you realise Shoko’s still staring at you. Her eyes are tracing the nakedness of your body, over the way your tits are marked up and your panties are nowhere to be seen- but she isn’t exactly doing it lustfully.

Of course, that makes up a little part of her obvious reverence- but it’s more the fact it’s you. That you’re both here like this, comfortable enough to fuck each other to orgasm and then go back to drinking wine, naked- like nothing happened.

She reaches for her glass and smiles around the rim.

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