#satosugosmut

“can you see everything clearly, or should i have satoru fix himself?” there’s a ghost of a smile on geto’s lips as he sits on the edge of your shared bed, amethyst eyes glinting beneath the warm lamplight.

“yeah,” exhaling you shift on the leather chair positioned towards the bed “i—i can see.” you murmur softly, gaze flickering over your boyfriends bare shoulder to the man behind him.

gojo’s quiet, just like he was told to be. blue eyes shifting back and forth between his best friend and you, waiting. you’d find his lack of talking amusing any other day but not now. not when he’s naked on your bed and waiting so patiently for some sort of direction.

you’re trying your absolute best not to stare at him, to be as respectful as humanly possible although it’s harder than you would have thought. gojo was nothing short of ethereal, ten’s across the board and his cock wasn’t spared of that glory. from the accidental glance you had gotten the image seared itself into your mind like a brand.

he was thick with a slight upward curve from the base, the tip a rosy shade of pink that matched the plushness of his lips perfectly. neatly trimmed tufts of white hair framing the base and a faint vein running up the length of him.

a soft clearing of someones throat breaks you from your thoughts, thighs squishing together subtly to ease the faint ache as you meet geto’s gaze once more.

“you ready baby? or do you need a second to compose yourself?” the amused tone that swallows geto’s words makes you flush even deeper and you want to say something to defend yourself but instead you settle on a nod.

“i’m ready.” you mumble and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s moving onto the bed. your eyes following his form as he settles right beside gojo, broad shoulders knocking softly into the latters as he gets comfortable.

“alright,” geto offers you a reassuring look “go ahead sweetheart. we’re all yours. right, satoru?”

the nod from the white haired man comes almost immediately “yeah.”

rubbing your lips together you straighten your back before speaking again.

“t-touch yourself..please.” a small wince passes your face at how awkwardly choked up you sound. the embarrassment only growing when your boyfriend grins lopsidedly and stretches an arm behind his head.

“who?” suguru muses, his voice honeyed and low. bastard.

swallowing your eyes meet darkened blues, “satoru.” you answer.

there’s a small second of silence, a gentle flexing of fingers against the sheets before the man’s hand moves. slender fingers trailing down his abdomen, over the small trail of hair beneath his belly button until they wrap loosely around his cock.

“like this?” gojo breathes, rough and low. his thumb rubbing slow circles around the tip of his cock, teasing the slit and smearing precum around lazily.

you give a small nod before speaking again “can you..squeeze it?”

no words but his fingers tighten around the tip, pearls of precum coming to head before sliding down and smearing against his skin. it’s undeniably hot watching him touch himself—even more since he’s listening to you. suguru watching gojo’s hand with what could only be described as interest, his own fingers tapping lightly against the bed.

“you can touch yourself too sugu.” you utter softly before gently biting your lip, your eyes flitting his crotch. his cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers in a way you knew was definitely nowhere near comfortable.

“thank you, baby.” suguru flashes you a smile before easing his boxers down enough and kicking them off. a low groan of relief rumbling from his chest as his hand grips the middle of his cock. he’s more firm with himself than gojo was, more in control of the situation despite the fact you were bossing them around.

“is this good enough for you?” suguru questions between heavy breaths, moving his leg over his friend’s knee to give you a good view as he jerks his cock.

you brows furrow, core clenching tighter “can i ask for anything?” the question alone amuses your boyfriend but he nods, glancing at his friend briefly.

“sure baby, ask away.” the ebony haired man murmurs encouragingly, hand not slowing around his cock.

“i want to watch you both to touch each other.” you utter quietly, tongue gently wetting the seam of your lips. it wasn’t a hard thought to conjure. whether the greediness in your mind or cunt conjured it you knew that’s what you wanted to see.

“okay,” your boyfriend nods before a soft click of tongue follows “but you gotta even the grounds for us baby.”

his words spark confusion, your brows furrowing slightly and it only makes the man chuckle softly at your cuteness.

“satoru has kindly agreed to this and y’know i have no problem trying things out for you. but do you think it’s fair we’re completely naked, at your mercy and you’re still clothed? cause i don’t think it’s fair at all, do you satoru?” geto’s lips curve at the corners and he glances at his friend with faux curiosity.

“no, it’s definitely not.” gojo drawls out, heavy gaze sweeping over your form slowly and you’d like to think you imagined his cock twitch at the mere thought of you being naked. (you didn’t)

you squirm, think for a moment and then speak up “okay.”

a glimmer of satisfaction sparkles in suguru’s eyes, pearly whites sinking into his bottom lip as you shyly begin to peel your pajamas off. both men watch intensely as you carefully toss piece by piece off until your bare ‘cept for the fluffy green socks to keep your feet warm.

your nipples harden even more under their heavy gazes, the aching between your legs only growing as you sit back down on the chair with as much nonchalance as you can muster.

“alright,” nudging the mans thigh geto shifts onto his knees on the bed “on your back.”

biting your inner cheek you watch as gojo rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath but obliges anyway. his legs spread, giving suguru enough space between them.

pushing gojo’s legs open a little more so you could get the best view possible suguru wasted no time wrapping his large hand around both of their cocks, something akin of a whine leaving the white haired man beneath him.

“loosen up.” gojo hisses, squinting up at the man who only grins wider. the rough pad of his thumb circling firmly over the leaky tip of gojo’s cock “relax satoru.”

“..” gritting his teeth gojo swallows down his response, glancing at you with a lifted a brow. he had thought suguru was bluffing when he said you had a thing for him, and you’d probably be down for something akin to a threesome. yet here you were, squirming on a chair—the wet glint of your cunt unmistakable. he wondered if you tasted as good as he figured you did, curious to know all the little sounds you made when you felt good.

did you cry? were you the type to beg for more even when it barely fit? god, were you a squirter?

“don’t be a pervert.” geto muses, warm breath tickling the tip of the mans red ear.

tearing his gaze away from you gojo scoffs, “shut up.”

shrugging geto tightens his grip, hips rocking slowly.

“have you both done this before?” you can’t help the question from leaving your mouth. it wasn’t an accusation, more so curiosity. the way geto is handling gojo seems as though it’s familiar—it’s like how he touches you. like he knows you inside and out.

“once or twice.” gojo is the one who answers, his voice all sorts of uneven.

“a few times.” geto corrects and you smile a little in amusement.

“i see.” you murmur, gaze flitting to their cocks. suguru was still moving at a slow, drawn out pace but you could see the way gojo was slightly bucking into his hand like he was holding himself back.

“y/n, c’mere.” suguru croons, withdrawing his hand much to gojo’s displeasure.

your eyes move from their cocks to your boyfriends face who only offers a smile and a small head jerk in their direction. swallowing you slide off the chair, padding close to the bed until you can smell gojo’s heady cologne and the fresh scent of suguru’s shampoo like a waft.

“why don’t you sit on his face.” sliding the ponytail off his wrist suguru ties his hair back, amethyst eyes trained on your face.

“on..his face?” you glance at gojo who shrugs and props his arms behind his head.

“mhm. only if you want. i can’t guarantee he’d eat you out as good as i—" a sharp jab to his ribs makes suguru laugh although the man under him doesn’t share the same humor.

but they wait, letting you stew in the question without pressure.

“is that..okay with you toru?” you ask and the way you say his name is so syrupy and sweet gojo wants to scream, cock weeping.

gathering himself the man nods “yeah, that’s fine with me. just don’t get surprised when you don’t miss sugu between your legs when i’m done with you.”

probs gonna delete later—just wanted to show i’m alive lol. in all seriousness tho i’m gonna try and get active again:D!! i just wasn’t feeling my writing blah. also— my first jjk bit and it’s a drabble lmao.

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