"Spoiled Rotten"
Warnings: NSFW/Swearing | 18+ /Minors DNI!!!!(🔞🌶️)| Male x Female x Male | Threesome | Soft Dom x Filthy Tease x Reader | Aftercare | Overstimulation | Praise | Degradation | Spit | Creampie | Light Choking | Fingering | Oral (f receiving)
Satoru’s apartment was dimly lit, a soft amber glow spilling from the corner lamps. The air was warm and heavy with tension, scented faintly with sandalwood and the remnants of dinner. Rain tapped against the windows in a soothing rhythm, but nothing could calm the pounding in your chest.
You were caught between them—Suguru seated behind you on the couch, thighs spread, his solid chest pressed against your back, while Satoru knelt between your legs, white hair mussed, his blue eyes dark with lust.
“Look at her,” Suguru murmured, his voice deep and smooth like velvet soaked in sin. His hands trailed up your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin possessively. “Shaking already.”
“I haven’t even tasted her yet,” Satoru grinned, his voice breathless, drunk on the sight of you. He bent low, lips ghosting over your inner thigh, his hot breath making you twitch. “Poor thing doesn’t know what she’s gotten herself into.”
You did know. And you wanted it.
Your core ached—wet, pulsing, needy. Your legs were already spread wide, held open by Suguru’s thick thighs, your shirt long discarded, skin flushed and glistening with arousal. You felt dizzy, lightheaded from their hands, their voices, the overwhelming desire boiling just beneath your skin.
Satoru licked a slow stripe up your slit and your back arched instantly.
“O-Oh—!” you gasped, nails digging into Suguru’s thighs behind you.
He chuckled against your ear, hands gripping your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples. “So sensitive. She’s clenching, Satoru. N' you've barely even touched her.”
“I know. She's s-sooo cute~,” Satoru groaned, licking again, messier this time, wet and sloppy as he tongue-fucked your entrance before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucked hard, hands rubbing your thighs. Your hips bucked, and you whined pathetically.
Your thighs trembled, and Suguru held you tighter, grounding you with his strength while Satoru destroyed you with his mouth. He was relentless, spitting on your pussy, spreading it with his slender fingers so he could watch you twitch and clench under his tongue.
“So pretty when you fall apart, baby~” Suguru cooed, biting your neck softly. “Gonna let us use you tonight, baby? Fill you up? Stretch you pretty pussy wide open~?”
You couldn’t form words—just a sweet moan and a frantic nod.
“That’s what I thought,” Satoru said with a grin, chin glistening. “C’mere, I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”
He stood, stripping in seconds—pale, a pretty flushed pink, lean, huge. His cock slapped against his abdomen, leaking and flushed, and your mouth watered at the sight of it. Suguru shifted behind you, grabbing your hips and lifting you effortlessly onto your hands and knees, body trembling from the stimulation.
“You’re taking Gojo first,” he said, voice husky, “but I’m not gonna be far behind.”
Satoru knelt again, this time guiding his cock through your soaked folds, groaning at how slick you were. He pressed into you slowly—inch by thick inch—stretching your walls with agonizing patience.
“Holy shit, baby, you're tight,” he gasped, grabbing your hips. “Look, Suguru-”
“I see it,” Suguru growled, watching from behind. “Look at how she's sucking you in~.”
It was too much—your body stretched to the brink, your cunt fluttering around Satoru’s cock, the pressure so intense it had your mouth hanging open in a silent cry. But god, the fullness was exquisite. Your hands flew to his shoulders, eyes fluttering as you moaned salaciously.
He bottomed out, hips flush to yours, and held still, letting you feel every throb.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmured, wiping your tears with a thumb.
You blinked at him, lips trembling. “S-So full…T-Toru-”
“I know, Shhhh~ I know, Baby. I’ll go slow… for now~.”
He began to move, hips rolling slow and deep, the head of his cock dragging against your sweet spot perfectly every time. Your eyes rolled back as you clawed at the cushions, helpless moans spilling out with every stroke. The sensations you felt, mixed in with the way Satoru had wound your body up only moments before, had your tummy coiling.
“You’re gonna come already?” Suguru said mockingly, wrapping a hand around your throat from behind and squeezing gently. “God, you’re pathetic. Just a little cock and you’re a pathetic mess.”
That shouldn’t have turned you on—but your pussy clenched around Satoru’s cock, drawing a groan from him and a cry from you.
“Yeah, she likes that,” Satoru laughed breathlessly. “Dirty, cute little thing.”
His pace picked up as he grew impatient and more excited, slamming into you now, fast and brutal, making you cry out and tense against Suguru's chest. Suguru saw this and he slid his hand between you and Satoru's Body, rubbing your clit with two fingers, fast and tight, while Satoru pounded you mercilessly.
“O-Oh, Sugu- Toru!! I—I can’t—I’m gonna—”
You came hard—convulsing around Satoru’s cock, sobbing both of their names, legs trembling violently as your orgasm crashed through you like a cold wave. Satoru groaned and pulled out just before he came, painting your tummy in hot, thick spurts.
You fell back again, body trembling, cunt still twitching.
“Fuck… she’s ruined,” Satoru muttered, breathless and grinning as he kneaded your thighs.
“Not yet,” Suguru said darkly, pulling you further back against his chest. “My turn.”
You whimpered as Suguru lifted you again—no time to recover—his cock that was rubbed against your back, now pressing thick and hot against your entrance. He spit on it, spreading your puffy folds with two fingers, before thrusting into you in one slow, agonizing motion.
You screamed, tears slipping down your cheeks. It was too much—too sensitive, too full—but you loved it.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he groaned, his grip bruising. “So fucking good.”
Suguru was filthy with it—rough, primal. Dominating you more than Satoru ever had and will do. He fucked you with deep, hard thrusts, one hand choking you from behind just enough to make you dizzy, the other gripping your hip so tight it’d leave marks.
Satoru kissed your tear-streaked cheeks from the side, whispering, “You’re doing so good, baby. You can take it. Let him use you. Let him wreck you.”
“Gonna fill you up,” Suguru snarled against your shoulder. “Gonna stuff you full of cum and make you leak all damn week. Do you wanna go somewhere tomorrow? Forget it.”
You came again. Harder. Louder. Messy. Body locking up as your third orgasm of the night hit like fire—white-hot, overwhelming.
Suguru groaned and slammed into you to the hilt, spilling deep inside you, his cock twitching as he filled you to the brim. You could feel it dripping out the moment he pulled out, and Satoru’s fingers were there, collecting the mess and pushing it back into your wrecked hole with a smirk.
“Can’t let any of it go to waste now can we, Love~?"
You couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Just went limp in Suguru’s lap, trembling as Satoru cooed and kissed your quivering thighs.
“Breathe, baby. You’re okay,” Satoru whispered, brushing damp hair from your face. "Did so well for us~."
Suguru kissed your forehead. “Such a good girl. So proud of you.”
They cleaned you up gently—with a warm towel, soft kisses, and whispered praise. You were laid between them in bed a little while later, both men tangled around you along your bare shoulder.
“I think we broke her,” Satoru whispered, smug.
Suguru chuckled. “Nah. She’ll be ready again in an hour.”
You groaned and smacked Satoru's face gently. “You’re gonna kill me...”
Satoru whined and nuzzled your neck while Suguru nipped your earlobe, snickering breathlessly.
GUYS DID I COOK OR SHOULD I GET OUT OF THE FREAKING KITCHEN?????