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It was a random Friday night for the two of you - a rare moment where Satoru chose to not stream. Instead, you two were having some friends over to hang out. Satoru ordered some pizza and the two of you made some cute snacks and drinks, and invited Suguru and a few of his mutual friends. You were introduced to people you had long since idolized in the Jujutsu original team - Nanami Kento, Shoko Ieiri, among others. Since you all loved video games, it was proposed to have a drinking game in duos - while playing a popular racing game. The room immediately fell into chaos as every adult was reduced to a crying, laughing drunken mess. Shots were spilled, people knocking into each other, many curses flown at each other. But the energy was great, and no one left feeling upset - any insults were forgiven or forgotten.
Once the party had ended, the only people left were you, Satoru and Suguru. Any alcohol you had consumed had long left your system - the three of you just quietly cleaned up any messes caused, and took turns alternating the chores. You were picking up the last of the trash as Satoru was playing another fighting game with Suguru on the tv. They were currently tied 2-2, each of them hoping for a tiebreaker.
“Hey, stop using that move! It’s annoying!”
“I only use that move because you keep move-spamming. You’re the annoying one, Satoru.”
You chuckled as you settled into the couch next to Satoru, cuddling up with him quietly. He wrapped an arm around you while holding the controller with his free hand, and within two minutes - the match was over. Suguru had won, 3-2.
“Dammit!” Satoru cursed, tossing the controller into the couch and sighing. Suguru grinned, and did a little happy dance to himself, making you smile. You snuggled into Satoru more, making him groan with defeat.
“Hahaha, I guess he won fair and square.” You laughed, poking his chest. “I can’t believe how many times I saw you lost today, ‘Toru. I always thought you were unbeatable.” You teased him, drawing circles on his chest with your finger.
“Heyyyyy, it’s because I was drunk! My hand-eye coordination was all off.” Satoru complained.
“Don’t listen to him, ___.” Suguru yawned. “He can play just fine when he chooses to drink - he just didn’t realize how strong those cocktails were tonight.”
Satoru gasped. “___! This is all your fault!” He dramatically put the back of his hand up to his face, in a betrayed gesture. “You were the one in charge of drinks! You should’ve made them lighter for meeeee.” He drawled, giggling.
“Whaaat??!! How was I supposed to know you’re such a lightweight!” You fake-pouted, before rolling your eyes. You could tell he was still a little tipsy, but you and Suguru were pretty much all sobered up.
“Wait! I know how to fix this!!” Satoru exclaimed, pushing you off him for a second. “I demand a rematch, Sugu!” He pointed an accusatory finger at his friend, making him scoff.
“No more rematches, Satoru, you should head to bed.” He scowled.
“No!” Satoru protested. “This is a really good idea, I promise.” He leaned over and whispered a few sentences into Suguru’s ear. Suguru’s eyes widened, a sight you had never seen, before a devilish grin stretched across his face.
“What’s going on, Satoru?” You pawed at his arm, seeing his expression mirror Suguru’s. “What’s this game?”
“Oh, it’s you, sweetie.” He chuckled. He picked you up, making you yelp and sat you on one of the couch cushions in front of the two of them. Suguru had moved at this point, so he was sitting very close to Satoru, their knees and shoulders rubbing together. The two of them eyed you up and down, which made you nervous.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” You chewed your lip.
“We’re gonna play in rapid fire duos. Three minutes max, whoever wins…” Satoru thumbed your cheek tenderly. “Will get to request something special from you .”
You gulped, any remaining saliva in your throat leaving immediately. “Like what?” Your voice croaked.
“Oh, you’ll see.”
The first match started, and you watched the screen with an intensity that was not present hours earlier. The tone of this game between friends was now very different to the ones from before - it felt like there was something on the line, you just weren’t sure what.
Within three minutes, Satoru won. He pumped a fist in the air, and looked at you with radiance in his eyes.
“It’s my win - can I have a kiss, ___?” He asked innocently, batting his eyelashes.
“Sure,” you rolled your eyes before getting up and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. He pulled you down into his lap, his lips deepening the kiss before he nipped at your lip. You weren’t expecting him to be so bold so early, you thought he was just going to ask you to do something silly for him. But when you felt Satoru’s tongue snake into your mouth, you understood the implications of what this had going forward.
This was going to be a night where either everyone was going to win, or everyone was going to lose.
But Satoru pulled you out of your thoughts with a hum in his mouth. You groaned, snaking your fingers into his hair and deepening the kiss. After a few seconds, you heard someone clear his throat and you pulled away immediately. You had forgotten Suguru was there for a second - he looked a little uncomfortable at your unabashed display, but not defeated. You stuck your tongue out and made a little “nyehhh!” noise, even pulling down your lower eyelid to make a funny face at him and make him laugh.
“You keep making that silly face, ___, we’ll see who wins next.”
After the two restarted the match, you moved off from Satoru’s lap and sat on his other side, caressing his thigh slowly. He didn’t swat your hand away, so you assumed it was all in good fun until unfortunately, he lost. A curse was muttered under his breath as Suguru pointed a finger gun at you, before turning it into a single finger “come hither” gesture. You sighed, glaring daggers into Satoru’s soul as you folded your arms.
“What do you want, Suguru?” You were unsure how far he was willing to take things, but you could tell he was scheming. His eyes glinted with desire, as he patted his thigh.
“I want you to sit on my lap for the duration of the next match.”
Satoru’s eyes widened, but he did not verbally protest. But you could tell he was starting to get fired up. You glanced at him to make sure it was okay, and he nodded before you crawled into his lap. He adjusted you so you were sitting firmly on his thigh, slotting an arm like a seatbelt across your waist, before signaling to Satoru that he was ready for a rematch.
The rest of the match went a lot…slower for you than it did for them. You were hyper-aware of Suguru’s breathing, feeling his chest go up and down rhythmically behind your back. Occasionally, he sucked in a breath and exhaled, making the back of your neck tickle. You stiffened slightly, but he tapped his fingers on your waist as a silent signal to just relax and let the match place. His leg muscles were large and firm, a stark contrast to Satoru’s slender but muscular build. You were just beginning to relax when Suguru cheered again, with Satoru’s groan of defeat. Two to one, in Suguru’s favor.
He turned you around so you could look at him properly. You had never been physically this close to Suguru, but now that you were, your thighs were beginning to grow warm with desire. His hair was still tied up in that stupid man-bun of his, you wanted to see it flow all the way down his shoulders. But he wet his lips and you found yourself staring at them for longer than you should’ve.
“I’ll take that kiss now.” He breathed, and your eyes widened slightly. Before you could even react, you felt soft lips on yours, tugging slightly. Suguru’s kiss was immediately so different from Satoru’s - where Satoru tended to start gentle and go rough, Suguru seemed to go the opposite way. He showed his eagerness by nipping your upper lip, grazing your bottom lip with his snake bite piercings, making you open your mouth. He took his opportunity to slip his tongue in, and his demeanor softened immediately. Suguru took his sweet time, moving with languorous motions, just slow and sensual until Satoru made a very loud throat clearing noise.
He pulled back from you, with a string of saliva connecting the two of you. You looked over at Satoru, and his face was a completely different color. His cheeks were reddened significantly, with the rest of his face turning a dusty pink, even to the tips of his ears. A downwards glance at his tented jeans however, confirmed what you were speculating -
Gojo Satoru was enjoying this .
“Do you want me…to come and sit on your lap, Satoru?” You questioned, your voice feeling small. Somehow, you still felt bad even though you knew it was consensual. In all honesty, you weren’t immune to Suguru’s charms before tonight, but you wanted to remain respectful and loyal to Satoru. He never made advances that weren’t sanctioned by Satoru, it seemed he was always willing to play by the rules. But Satoru shook his head.
“You can stay on Sugu’s lap. I have a better idea anyway.”
After resetting, he chose a different character and began the match. He played in complete silence, not even making eye contact with you or Suguru. Within minutes, he secured his victory, now tying the score. You cheered for him, and slid off of Suguru’s thigh to stand up and stretch. You didn’t notice, but Suguru absolutely did - with a quick side-eye, he visually confirmed what he had felt: a damp patch on your shorts.
“So Satoru, whadda ya want?” You asked, intentionally lowering your voice to achieve a bit of vocal fry. He chuckled, before gesturing at his now tented pants - you knew that erection was probably quite painful trapped in the denim.
“I want you to sit on my cock.” He declared proudly, making Suguru groan. Suguru covered his eyes, and just made gagging noises, much to Satoru’s delight. “I want you to sit like the pretty princess you are, on my cock. For the entirety of the next match.” Satoru growled, making you whimper. He palmed his cock on the outside of his jeans, as you wiggled your shorts off and kicked them off your feet. You heard a wolf whistle from Suguru, and you could see his cock beginning to stiffen underneath his sweatpants. Satoru turned to him, with a hand outstretched.
“Winner gets to let ___ cockwarm them until they lose. And then she swaps.”
Hearing that made a flash of heat go straight to your pussy. You knew you were dripping at this point, as you pushed your underwear to the side and positioned yourself right above Satoru’s cock. With a slow sigh, he entered inside and filled you to the brim with his leaking cock. You moaned as he sat the both of you down so you would be more comfortable sitting on top of him. He had to sit up so he could see over the top of your head, but it wasn’t a difficult position to be in.
Another match started, but you could no longer focus on the tv screen. You didn’t even care who was winning or losing, you just wanted someone to fuck you, anyone. Satoru, Suguru, it didn’t matter. You were tired of this teasing, tired of letting these two treating you like you could be passed around with no emotion behind it. Satoru was very relaxed, having switched to a character he was normally unbeatable in, and he secured another win. You felt his cock twitch, and you whimpered, trying to grind on him to get any sort of friction. You were about to resort to rubbing your clit when he slapped your hand away, making you yelp.
“You don’t get to do that, love.” Satoru groaned, before thrusting sharply. “Suguru and I are the ones who get to dictate your pleasure tonight. And trust me, you will get your fill before the night is up.” He shallowly thrust again, making you moan. Satoru’s thrusts were powerful, yet spaced very far - they weren’t fast enough to bring you close to an orgasm. He was doing this on purpose - to rile you up until you were sure you had no more intelligent thoughts left. All you could do was whine and groan as he kept thrusting into you, his long cock hitting your cervix with ease.
“P-please, S-Satoru,” you begged, even though you couldn’t see him. You were still facing away from him but you knew he had the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “I wan’ cum so bad.” You heard another chuckle, a deeper one you weren’t used to hearing when you turned to see Suguru taking his cock out of his sweatpants. His girth alone scared and aroused you, you knew he would split you open if he was given the chance. But you snapped back to reality when you could feel an orgasm approaching.
“I’m c-c-close–” you cried out, and Satoru stopped immediately. Your orgasm ebbed away and you were so frustrated, a tear leaked out of your eye. Satoru grabbed your hips and sat you back so you were firmly seated on his dick, and asked Suguru if he wanted a rematch. So far, it was 3-2 in Satoru’s favor. He started up another match, feeling so confident that he would sometimes take his dominant hand off his controller to pinch your clit, earning a yelp. Your pussy clenched around Satoru’s cock, making him groan as well. It was enough of a distraction that Suguru was able to sneak in a few finishing moves, and win again, cementing a 3-3 tie.
Satoru complained, and batted Suguru’s arm. Even during the match, Suguru’s cock remained rock hard and leaking. He wasted no time in pulling you off Satoru’s cock, the loss of sensation upsetting you. You were about to complain when Suguru’s lips sealed around yours, giving you something new to focus on. He had a death grip on your hips, moving you so that your inner folds were grinding against his cock. The both of you moaned, until he finally decided to slip it in.
You were right. He was thick. Thicker than Satoru, although not as long. You screamed as he bottomed out, and Suguru let out a low moan as he snapped his hips quickly. Suguru’s fingers were gripping your hips, controlling the pace that you were riding him on, making Satoru a little frustrated. But not frustrated enough to interrupt - seeing your face scrunched in pleasure was all he wanted, at the end of the day. Satoru lazily pumped his cock while Suguru was busy trying to empty his balls inside of you.
“Are you–” Suguru grit his teeth. “On… hah! ...birth control?” He was struggling to get words out as he was completely drunk on the feeling of your pussy. He loved all the noises you were making, how your pussy was slicked up with not only your arousal, but Satoru’s as well. You were trying to answer his question, but every thrust made you a little stupid and all you could do was nod your head vigorously. Drool escaped from your mouth, along with little “unhs” and “hnn” noises, making him laugh uproariously.
“Good. I wanna cum inside you, ___, can I?” He asked, and you nodded. But you opened your eyes, and realized he wasn’t asking you - he was asking Satoru . Something about that ticked you off, but your thoughts were silenced by a thick finger circling your clit. “You may not.” Satoru growled, and he sighed but kept thrusting until you were seeing stars in your eyes. You reached up and undid the hair tie on Suguru’s hair, letting his raven locks flow freely. The sudden billowing of his hair made you whine, as you tangled your fingers in it - it was softer than you could’ve imagined. Smelled good too. Suguru’s fingers on your clit didn’t quit until you felt your orgasm crashing over you - your entire body seized as you screamed something incomprehensible, pure pleasing seizing through your veins. Something hot gushed between your thighs, as you realized you had squirted on Suguru.
Uh oh. That hadn’t happened before with Satoru.
You knew Satoru was going to be pissed as you were slowly pulled off of Suguru’s cock. You could see his length dripping in your juices - he had not yet cum, it seemed. You weren’t sure why you stopped, until you saw a light ignite in Suguru’s eyes.
Oh. Oh no. He had done this on purpose. He got Satoru to rile you up so quickly so that he would finish the job. Now you were placed gingerly on the carpeted floor, as your cum began to drip outside your pussy. Satoru was seething at this point, you could see imaginary steam blowing from his ears. But his voice was deadly calm.
“Whoever wins the next match, gets to cum inside of her.”
The next match was extremely tense, both men intensely staring at the screen. No words were spoken between the two of them, only the little sounds of grunts as buttons were being mashed. You were watching Satoru’s fingers flying at incredible speeds, you couldn’t even follow his movements with your naked eye alone. Your glance flitted towards Suguru, who was equally as fast, but hitting his controller buttons with much more force than Satoru’s - if he wasn’t careful enough, you could see him breaking the controller.
After a very close match, Satoru won again. He clapped his hands in glee, and held a hand up to you to pull you from the floor. Poor you, you had been left unattended for a few minutes - Satoru would make sure to remind you who you belonged to.
Satoru’s lips pressed gently onto yours, and you moaned into the kiss. He pushed you backwards so you would land on one of the comfy ottomans that belonged to the couch set - a yelp escaping you as he quickly rid you of your shirt and unbuckled your bra. After your tits were freed, he grabbed one breast and massaged it with an intensity that made the heat inside you curl all the way to the ends of your limbs. He finally pulled your panties off of you, seeing the mess you made earlier and tsking, before lining up his cock and bottoming out immediately.
The sudden intrusion made you groan, as he began to establish a brutal pace. Satoru was determined to make you cum again - he needed to see you squirt on his cock. He had had enough of a bruised ego, he wanted Suguru to know that he was capable of molding your insides to the shape of his cock. His balls slapped hastily against your pussy lips, making that classic clapping sound you had grown to love. Satoru snuck a pale finger to your clit, and pressed on it hard until you involuntarily twitched and seized. A malicious laugh left his throat, he loved seeing you bending to his will so eagerly. Your orgasm was quickly sneaking up until it felt almost unbearable to breathe. You came again, just as juicy as the first, as you wailed and thrashed around Satoru’s cock. Within a few thrusts, he was able to cum inside, warm lines of cum painting your insides with his essence - a feat only he wanted to achieve.
As Satoru slowly pulled out, he saw his cum and your slick dripping down your thigh. He bit his knuckle in a deeply satisfied groan, as his dick began to soften. He couldn’t help it - he took a swip of your collective juices and tasted it, moaning at the taste.
“She tastes so good, Suguru.” He drawled. “With my cum too, just as it should be.” Satoru smirked.
“Whatever,” Satoru rolled his eyes. “You gonna let me cum now? I can’t believe you would let your best friend go home with blue balls.” He was joking but you could tell Suguru was pressed - he had gotten so far as to make you squirt, but he still hadn’t reached his finish and it was definitely frustrating him beyond belief.
“I won’t, I’m a nice guy.” Satoru cheekily grinned, as you were beginning to sit up. Your head was slightly woozy from the dizzying pleasure, it was becoming difficult to stay awake. “Whadda say, ___? Suguru still hasn’t cum yet. I’ll let you choose this time - do you want him to finish in your ass? Or in your pussy?”
Your head lolled over as you struggled to stay up. “I-I–” you groaned, as you looked at Suguru’s cock. It had not softened one bit, and it honestly looked a little painful that that much blood was rushing to his crotch. “I don’t care, really. You can cum wherever you want.” You said to the both of them, falling on your back. You couldn’t see it, but the two men beside you shared a smirk as they made a nonverbal agreement with their eyes.
You felt two large hands grab you upwards before a pair of lips kissed you again. It was Suguru this time, he was trying to make up for lost time as Satoru snuck around behind you. “Sugu’s gonna take your pussy, ok sweetie?” Satoru cooed as you felt his dick hardening again, slotting it between your asscheeks. “And I’m going to take your ass. Remember the training we did, right love?”
You nodded as you felt a finger circle your hole, making you moan again. Suguru was focused on your tits, his mouth latched onto one with fervor as the other was being groped by his huge hand. As Satoru’s long index finger wiggled in, you were overwhelmed with so many sensations, you almost missed Suguru’s cock sliding in as well. As he was getting reacquainted with your pussy, Satoru snuck in another finger, making your moans even louder. You were getting fucked stupid by Suguru’s cock and Satoru’s fingers, twisting and scissoring inside until he felt you were prepped enough. Suguru paused only to let Satoru slide in slowly - he was still half soft, but you could feel his cock grow little by little.
When he had wordlessly signaled to Suguru that he was ready, that was when everything truly came together. Both men thrust in perfect sync, making you question if this was something they had done before. All you could do was be held up by both their cocks impaling you - you had no screams left to give, your mouth was just ajar and you let saliva flow freely from your mouth. You could hear Satoru’s whines, his “fuckfuckFUCK” followed by Suguru’s - “Shit, you feel so good, ___. Satoru is a lucky guy, getting to have you like this.”
“You’re damn right I am, ‘Guru.” Satoru grunted. “Her ass feels amazing, I’ve never gotten this far with her before.” His eyes were leaking tears, he couldn’t believe how good you felt around him.
“I’m gonna-I’m g’nna cum-!!” You didn’t care how stupid you looked, all you cared about was letting Satoru and Suguru chase their highs as both men were grunting and thrusting at a breakneck pace. “That’s right baby girl, cum with us.” Suguru groaned, his thrusts losing sync with Satoru’s as he chased his finish. Suguru was the first to cum, his cock spraying hot ropes inside of you. Suguru was so slutty that as soon as he slipped out, he latched his mouth on your pussy, and sucked hard on your clit, making you weakly kick your legs and shriek. He wanted to taste your arousal mixed with his, as you came for a third time. Your legs gave out as Suguru continued to suck on your clit until he was sure your last embers of pleasure had died out. Satoru was the last to cum, his thrusts becoming sloppy until you felt his cum ooze out slowly.
You fell to the ground, only caught by Suguru’s strong grip as he grabbed your legs and opted to carry you, bridal style. Satoru sighed, and grabbed your clothes along with his, and bunched them into a pile. You had fallen unconscious at this point, both men had tuckered you out, but you didn’t regret it one bit. Suguru carried you to Satoru’s bedroom and set you on the bed, while Satoru went to his bathroom and drew a bath. He dropped a purple bath bomb in the water and let it fizzle, so the water was a deep violet by the time he left. It smelled like lavender and chamomile, with some calming essential oils to help soothe the skin.
After collecting the rest of Suguru’s clothing, Satoru went to turn off the bath and let Suguru know that the water was ready. You were stirred awake by Suguru carrying you again, settling you into the bath. You sighed and smiled, giving him a quick thank-you kiss as your limbs settled in and you stretched your legs. The two of them were chatting quietly in the background, as you had the bathroom to yourself.
Once you cleaned yourself up, you rose from the tub and wrapped a towel around your body, and made your way to Satoru’s bed. You ran into Suguru in the hallway, who had a pair of some clean pajamas to offer you.
“Are you leaving, Suguru? Or sleeping over?” You asked, head tilting to the side.
“I can, if you like. But I’ll sleep in the spare room.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Satoru takes up too much of the bed, we’ll be too crowded.” Suguru chuckled. “I know from personal experience.”
“You do, huh?” You sighed. “I didn’t know how close you two really were. Do you always share women?”
He laughed, a quick little cackle. “No, never. We were too possessive in the past. But you’ve changed Satoru significantly.” He put a hand on your shoulder. “For the better. And I’m glad to know you, ___. Satoru loves you and I love what you’ve done for him.”
You smiled, and patted Suguru’s hand. “Thanks, Suguru. Means a lot coming from you.” You headed over to Satoru’s room.
“Doesn’t help that you’re smokin’ hot too.” Suguru muttered within earshot, making you giggle.
“Hey, right back at ya.” You winked, and opened the door before closing it behind you. Satoru had already changed into a clean pair of boxers and was sitting in bed, no shirt or shorts. He outstretched his arms out to you with little grabby hands, and you changed into your pajamas before jumping into bed with him.
“Did you have fun?” Satoru asked, and you nodded enthusiastically. “I wasn’t sure if you were mad at me earlier - I know I was acting a little more possessive than usual.”
“I had fun, Satoru.” You nuzzled into him, tracing lazy patterns into his chest with your finger. “Nice of you to share, for once.” You smirked, ruffling his hair.
“I can share again, if you like.” His arm reached behind to pat your ass a few times. “Suguru’s a good guy.” You didn’t respond, only yawned as you settled into his long limbed embrace. The two of you snuggled together, and you quickly fell asleep in Satoru’s arms - happy, content, and at ease.