#double pen

“Baby,” your boyfriend's voice slurred, accompanied by a couple of suspicious thumps. You raised your gaze from your book, sliding out from under your blankets to investigate. 

A great sigh left you as you opened your bedroom door to find your boyfriend slumped against the wall across from you. 

Plastered. 

“Mark,” you deadpanned, unsurprised. 

“Hi, beautiful,” he drawled, his head lolling to the side. His big, glassy brown eyes watched you almost reverently. You were less than unimpressed. Shaking your head, you bit back your smile as you leaned against your door frame.

“You're drunk.” 

“Yup,” He confirmed with a hiccup. “Didn't know that was possible. But—gosh, you're so pretty—But it is.” 

“How did you even get in here?” you questioned, leaning out further into the hall. Your parents weren't home, thank God. You had the whole house to yourself tonight—or so you'd thought, when Mark said he was going out for Rex’s birthday. You'd expected him—at the earliest—tomorrow afternoon.

“Bathroom. Window. Tight squeeze,” he drawled, one hand lazily pointing over his shoulder. 

You inhaled deeply through your nose before kicking off your door frame. 

“Okay, let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed.” 

That's how you found yourself bent over your bathroom sink counter, with Mark on his knees eating you out from behind like it was his last meal. 

It was nearly two—you should've been asleep already, damn it. But Mark was nothing if not determined and—

“God, it feels so good,” you mewled, rolling your hips back against his face. 

You gripped the counter until your knuckles turned white, swallowing your screams as you came. Mark hummed in satisfaction, making out with your sopping cunt as his thumb drilled your clit.

You were nearly sobbing when he finally slowed to a stop, the aftershocks causing your legs to tremble. You pressed your cheek against the cold countertop, focusing on steadying your breathing. Mark whispered praises over you, kissing the soft flesh of your ass and petting you with his fingertips. You sucked in a breath as his touch began to inch closer…And closer... And closer, until he was circling your back entrance. 

“God, wanna fill this pretty ass up while I'm fucking you,” Mark finally whispered, his thumb ghosting over your puckered hole. You tensed, heart stilling. You surprisingly didn't hate the feeling. You actually… kind of loved it. 

But he was too out of it—still plastered—to realize what he was saying…Or, confessing. Mark prided himself on being a gentleman and, to be honest? He was a little shy. You knew he'd never have divulged this information if he weren't drunk.

You glanced over your shoulder, chest still heaving. 

“Yeah?” you questioned softly. Mark groaned, nearly lost in thought as he licked his lips. His eyes were locked in, flickering between your pussy and your ass. 

“Yes, please lemme plug you while I'm fucking you, baby,” He nearly whimpered, voice raw. You suppressed a shiver, your core tingling. A mischievous thought popped into your head. With a sigh, you straightened and turned to him. 

“Baby, it's late,” you frowned. Mark’s eyes fluttered up to yours, disappointment prominent in his gaze. But, eventually, he nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, another time maybe.” 

Two Weeks Later 

Mark’s chest rumbled as he ran a palm down your spine, pressing your facefurther into the pillow and your ass higher up.

He was fresh out of a fight, high on adrenaline, and itching to spend it on you. He’d barely made it in the door before grabbing you, stripping you, and throwing you on your bed. 

You were now one orgasm in, sighing as he spread you open. You felt the tip of his cock nudge against your entrance.

“Wait,” you gasped, hand reaching back. Mark stilled immediately. 

“What? Is something wrong?”

You smiled softly, turning onto your back.

“I wanna try something.” 

Mark raised an eyebrow, slick chest glistening in the mood light flickering in. You tried to hide your smile, glancing excitedly toward your bedside table. Mark followed your eyes before glancing back at you.

“Open it,” you whispered, full of anticipation. Mark scooted backward, leaning over to open the drawer, only to find…

Mark’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, lips parting in surprise. 

“You… what?” 

You smiled as a faint blush covered his cheeks, falling down his chest. 

“Baby, I—um… Gosh, I—” he stuttered, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. You grinned at his shyness. “I didn't know that you…knew about that.” 

“You were the one who told me,” you smirked, leaning back on your elbows. Mark seemed to blush further. 

“God, I thought that was a dream,” He whispered, eyes downward. A moment passed, him seemingly lost in thought. You let him decide, watching in silence. Finally, he glanced up at you, eyes dark and jaw set. 

“You’re okay with this?” he asked softly. You released a deep breath, nodding slowly. 

“I've never done anything like this, and I'm nervous, but I'm okay with it.” 

Mark swallowed visibly, trying to suppress the excitement that lit up his face. He reached into the box, pulling out a small butt plug. It was silver, with a blue heart on the end. 

“I’ll be gentle, baby, I promise,” He assured, voice shaking. Mark set the plug down beside him, guiding you as you flipped back over. He leaned down, delivering slow, hot kisses to your spine. 

You shivered as he reached your ass, groaning quietly as he spread you. 

And then licked, tentatively. 

You jolted, eyes flying open as pleasure zipped through you. You gasped, cheek pressed against your pillow, swallowing a brazen moan as Mark repeated the action.

“Don’t,” He ordered, teeth pressed into your skin. “I want to hear you.” 

You whimpered, relaxing into him as he continued lapping at you. And, God, it felt incredible. 

Your thighs trembled, knees threatening to buckle as his tongue pressed into your backside. 

“Holy shit,” you whimpered, Mark, humming in satisfaction.

“‘M gonna start stretching you out, okay, baby?” Mark murmured, squeezing the globes of your ass. 

You could only nod, mouth gaping in euphoria.

Mark leaned back a bit, before spitting directly on your asshole and then—

You sucked in a breath as you felt his pointer finger press against you, before slowly pushing in. 

“F-fuck,” You hissed, trying not to buck against the slight burning intrusion. It was different and intense, but it wasn't bad. No, it was just… 

“It’s a lot, baby, I know,” Mark comforted, his other hand running down your spine softly. You mewledas he pushed in further, fingers digging into the sheets beside your head.

Mark worked you faithfully, diligently, and lovingly, pumping and curling and drawing raw sounds from you. Ten minutes passed before he added a second finger. 

Five minutes passed after that before you were coming, guttural and broken, you dripping pussy clenching on nothing.  

“Such a good girl,” Mark purred. He was in awe of you. Hungry and desperate. “You look so beautiful with my fingers in your ass.”  

You panted as he finally slowed, pulling out and sitting up on his knees. He massaged you lightly as he searched for the plug. 

“You ready, sweet girl?” He asked, leaning down to brush kisses along your face.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, nodding with your eyes closed. Mark chuckled before leaning back. He spread you once more with his hands, cursing as his eyes landed on your cunt and ass. After a moment, he spat once more. 

And then you felt it. 

Cold and heavy and big, pressed right against your back entrance.

“Ahh—” you gasped, hips jerking. Mark shushed you comfortingly, his other hand massaging your hip. He swirled the metal object around your hole before pushing in. And in. And in. 

And even though it couldn’t have been longer than two inches, it felt enormous. Overwhelming and intense, and you felt like you could barely breathe. But past the burn and the stretch, past the pressure and initial shock, there was pleasure. You arch your back when it finally slid in, a whine falling from your lips. 

“So perfect,” you heard Mark whisper in wonder, his hand dipping in between your thighs. You cried out as his fingers found your clit, administering slow, tender circles. He kept you there, coaxing you into relaxation until you were dripping down your thighs and drooling on the pillowcase. And finally, he lined himself up behind you. 

He was incredibly—painfully—hard against you, nudging into your folds.

“Say the word, and I’ll stop,” he murmured, his thick tip pressing into the entrance of your pussy. You braced yourself, nodding. And he pushed in. 

An inch by thick, glorious inch at a time, he sank into you. Unholy, filthy noises fell from both of your mouths, mixing and harmonizing with each other. 

You were so, so full. So stretched around your lover—stars dancing behind your eyelids. It was otherworldly, the pleasure consuming you as he pushed you further. 

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Mark growled, trembling as he tried to restrain himself. “Take it all, baby.”

You did. And you loved it. You cried out as Mark bottomed out, tears brimming in your eyes. 

“Jesus Christ, ahh,” He groaned, his head thrown back. Broken whimpers fell from his lips like a waterfall, soaking into your clammy skin below. “Feels so fucking good.”

He pulled out, hands twitching on your hips, and thrust back in. Slowly once. Slowly again. And then,

“Mmm, fuck, I—God, I can’t, I’m sorry,” He choked out before he began to pound in and out of you. Deep, powerful, measured strokes, forcing your body deeper into the mattress below you. You sobbed in pleasure, gasping as he planted a palm on your back and pushed your ass further up. 

He raised a leg up, resting on one foot and one knee, and you shrieked at the new angle. Over and over and over, pumping in and out with fury. 

Until you were coming, unfurling around him and basking in the ecstasy. You called out his name like a mantra, begging him. More, more, more. 

Three orgasms later, and Mark finally stilled, sweaty and shaking as he spilled into your ruined pussy. He collapsed atop of you, immediately moving to cradle you in his arms. You both panted like dogs, bodies spent and sated. 

Mark huffed a laugh, snuggling into your neck and kissing the flesh there. 

“I think I’ve found my new favorite toy.” 

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“Be safe then,” Geto offered to their underclassment. “We will!” Yuji replied, “I’ll go find you when we come back,” he then assured them. He had to yell, neither of his friends allowing for him stop to answer. They could still hear the first year muffled voices as they turned the corner, Megumi and Nobara complaining about them.

“These brat,” Gojo scoffed, annoyed. “Do they think they are Yuji’s special security unit, they always do this,” he added, walking again to go take a shower. “They act as if we were some shady people picking on him or some curse”.

“With you around, I can see why,” Geto replied as he started following him, hand in his pockets. “I don’t really have any issues joining them when I am alone,” he then pointed out with a laugh. “I guess they just don’t trust you”.

“I never did anything!” Gojo exclaimed, clicking his tongue. “If anything he’s the safest when around me, after all, no one can beat me,” he then added. Really, he couldn’t think of a time when he had done anything to any of them to make them feel that way.

Sure, he loved teasing and pranking Yuji, but that was done with love, not to harm him!

“If you say so,” Geto simply smile, amused.

“What does that mean!?l” Gojo asked, although he never received an answer as Yaga found them before they could reach their dorms.

Yuji wasn’t able to free himself until a lot later in the day. He figured truly his senpais would not be in need to talk to him urgently or else they would have insisted more. For that reason he even took the time to take a good shower. Today’s mission had left him feeling gross from weird curse fluids.

He found himself surprised to find his room occupied, his seniors having made themselves at home. Gojo was laying on his bed going through some of his magazines while Geto sat at his desk looking at his unfinished homework.

“Welcome back,” Geto greeted, the homework down to put his full attention on him. “What took you so long, we were waiting for you,” Gojo asked, magazines haphazardly thrown on the ground near the bed.

“You weren’t in the lounge area or the training ground when I came back,” Yuji pointed out, walking towards his bed. “I took a shower since I came back all gross from the mission,” he added.

He was a little startled when arms suddenly snaked around him, Geto pressing himself against his back. “You didn’t go and get yourself injured again, right?” Gojo asked, now sitting on the side of the bed. He reached out, hands sneaking under his shirt as if to check.

“No,” Yuji laughed a little, “I didn’t really get injured today, it was just the curse being annoying,” he assured them. He heard and felt through his back the way Geto hummed at this, sounding satisfied with this.

Then he too started letting his hands wander, although he started pulling his shirt up and off of him. This had Yuji feeling like he had an idea of where this was all going. He leaned into the touches a little, looking back down at Gojo. “What did senpai want to talk about?”.

“Suguru was arguing with me about something,” Gojo started, which earned an amused huff from his fellow third year. Yuji could easily imagine Gojo being the one starting it out, although he knew Geto could also stir him up too. “He was saying that you preferred him over me,” Gojo continued, scoffing at the idea alone.

This made Yuji a little confused, offering a little smile. “But I don’t have a preference, I love the both of you as much,” he replied. Which wasn’t a lie, he truly did feel the same about the both of them.

“We don’t really mean about love,” Geto chuckled against his ear, lips kissing behind it. “We mean in bed,” he added, hands now sneaking into his sweat pants, pushing them down.

Yuji tried stopping him, blushing a little. Yet he was stopped by Gojo who grabbed his wrists, keeping him from keeping his clothes on. “We just know you must have a preference, and it’s obviously me,” Gojo stated, smirking up at them. “As if, Yuji obviously prefers when I’m the one fucking him,” Geto argued, “at least I make sure he also feels good,” he pointed out.

They started arguing again, Yuji sighing as he listened to them argue over something so pointless. He didn’t have a preference even there, he liked it either way. Be it Geto’s slow but strong ways or Gojo’s rapid and teasing one. They were different, but Yuji liked them equally.

He found himself being pushed towards the bed slightly, before being pulled forwards. Before he could react he was sandwiched between the two of them, hands already working on him. It felt impressive how coordinated these two could get for these kinds of things.

“Do we really need to do this to believe me,” Yuji asked, leaning forward against Gojo as he felt Geto push slicked fingers inside of him. He held onto him, back arching a little as his senpai worked him open.

“We will refresh your memory,” Gojo said, a hand reaching back to add move fingers along with Geto’s. “Like this you can finally say I’m the one you love best,” he continued, kissing his shoulder. Yuji felt him smile smugly when he moaned, taking it as a win.

“Already so certain of your win,” Ghetto chuckled, leaning forward to kiss the back of Yuji’s neck, biting lightly. “Can’t be the best at everything all the time,” he then added.

Yuji really wanted to tell them to knock it off, but really he felt himself a little busy moving along with them, trying to hit the good spot. Their bickering seemed to be distracting them a little, only working on spreading him more rather than also making it pleasant. “Well right now neither of you make it feel good, so stop it,” he groaned.

This was enough to get them back on track properly.

Thankfully they were done rather quickly, Yuji feeling like he wanted more.

“Hey you went first last time,” Gojo complained, Yuji slumping against him a little in exasperation. He could feel Geto slowly grinding between his cheeks, tip pressing against his rim at times, doing so more teasingly.

“But you had him all for yourself after that,” Geto hummed, finally pushing inside Yuji. An arm looped around him, pulling the young man closer to his chest again so he could kiss him. He made sure to be slow but steady, only stopping once he was fully sheathed. He quite liked the way Yuji moaned against his lip as he ground his hip a little.

Soon Gojo seemed dissatisfied at being left alone like this.

Yuji yelped when his large hands started moving him around a little, Gojo managing to pull him up after getting hold of his legs. “Wait, you can’t,” Yuji tried to warn as he watched him try to line himself up, head rubbing against the already stretched rim.

“I know you can~” Gojo replied, pushing in regardless of what Yuji was telling him. “Plus like this you can directly compare who’s best,” he smiled.

The young man had to grab onto him as Gojo kept pushing in, feeling impossibly stretched this way. He felt like they were about to rip him in half. He couldn’t quite compare to other people, but he felt like his senpai weren’t considered small. So the two of them inside of him was too much.

Geto cursed under his breath at the sudden lack of space, Yuji feeling impossibly tight around them too. Yet he didn’t stop Gojo either, just staying still. Even Gojo stayed still when he was nearly fully inside, giving Yuji some time to adjust to the new intrusion.

“See? I knew you could do it,” he grinned, leaning closer to kiss Yuji in an attempt to distract him. He felt hands idly caress his chest and stroke his cock, as if trying to distract him some more from the sudden extra intrusion. Truly, Yuji was having some difficulty following along now, focusing on relaxing his body instead.

Geto was actually the one to tentatively move first, frowning a little at how tight it felt around him. He would lie though if he said he didn’t quite like it either, it added friction.

“Try being gentle on him a little,” he warned Gojo, feeling him start moving too. “Stop treating Yuji like a fragile little flower, he can take it I know it, look at him, he hasn’t even softened despite all this,” he said, a hand teasing his throbbing cock. “He’s always doing his best for us and surprising us~” he teased.

It didn’t take too long to fall into a rhythm, moving with ease despite the tangle of limbs, working with each other perfectly like always. Yuji was feeling a little overwhelmed, feeling too much at once as hands kept caressing all the more sensitive parts of his body. Being kissed so deeply made his mind feel a little fuzzy, making it hard to focus.

Despite some of the pain, he could still feel the pleasure build up steadily, feeling so close to the edge. He could hear them curse a little at how much he was clenching around them, making it even harder to move.

The duo did pick up the pace as they seemed to be growing nearer too. It was Yuji who came first, helped by Geto who kept jerking him off, making a mess between him and Gojo. It only made him even tighter, bringing both his senpais over the edge.

He slumped over Gojo as he came down from his orgasm, suddenly feeling so tired. Limbs felt like jelly, barely holding onto him. He was really happy when he was placed down on the bed, sighing in relief.

Then Gojo got between his legs, pulling him closer. “We’re not done yet, we need you to tell us who does it better~” he hummed.

Yuji was in for one hell of a ride.

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