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This is their fault; you know it is. You know for an absolute fact that you wouldn’t be in this situation if they had just left you alone like you’d asked. How can you be so sure? Well, you’re certainly not dumb enough to lock yourself in the library archival closet of the university. It’d be one thing if you were in here alone but somehow these colossal idiots are in here with you.
The colossal idiots referring to your two friends, Geto and Gojo… unfortunately colossal in both idiocy and size. Being stuck in this small closet with two men over 6ft is so incredibly unlucky that you’re not sure whether you should laugh or yell at them.
After a long moment of silence, you’re grumbling, “I hate you both.” They’d been waiting to see how you reacted to the situation before talking, a rare occurrence in their collective world.
“Come on,” Gojo speaks from behind you, “It’s not that bad.”
You can’t even shoot him with the death glare you want to, it’d be a whole thing just to turn around properly and even then you’d have to look up. It’s not worth it, “Are you kidding? You got us locked in this stupid, small, room that’s basically a cupboard!”
Geto tries to calm you, “It could be worse.”
“Don’t talk, neither of you talk,” you sigh loudly, “I need a moment to think.”
No. You should’ve said no when they asked for volunteers in the library. It’s Friday night and you were here somewhat willingly helping them sort the older archives. Who does that? This university doesn’t even have a proper room, just this shitty closet that’s filled by shelves and boxes.
There aren’t even any students here tonight to save you, too many parties on campus and it’s close to break so those who aren’t partying are either done studying or studying in their dorms. The nice librarian isn’t here either, he left you here with these two. What the hell are you meant to do now? You can’t even call for help, you tried. Shoko isn’t picking up your calls, she’s out with Utahime tonight. They’re probably having fun… another deep sigh.
Gojo talks even though you’d asked him not to, “This wouldn’t have happened if you just agreed to go out with us tonight instead of being boring.”
“Don’t point that out, Satoru. She’s probably already regretting this.”
You glare pointedly at Geto, “Regretting what? Our friendship.”
“Ouch,” Gojo jokes.
“Why were you even bothering me tonight? You guys go out without me all the time,” they’ve had you at a loss all night, they should’ve just gone out and left you alone to your boring work.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Gojo leans down and rests his chin on your shoulder, it pushes you forward a bit closer to Geto, “we’ve missed you.”
You try to ignore how close you all are to each other, suddenly becoming much more aware of how little space there is, “I had dinner with you guys literally last night.”
“Yeah but that was last night,” he whinges in reply.
“Satoru, there is so little space,” Geto puts his hand on Gojo’s forehead and pushes him back off you, “stop hanging off her.”
With the new space, you shuffle a slight bit away from Geto, “You two are gigantic, what did I do to deserve to be stuck in here with you both?”
“Well, thanks sweetheart,” there’s a long pause after Gojo’s remark, “What? Am I supposed to not comment on being called gigantic?”
Geto pokes your cheek and ignores Gojo, “We were just trying to help you finish the work faster.”
Deadpanning back at him, “Aw, you shouldn’t have.”
“It was our pleasure,” Gojo answers genuinely, pretending to not pick up on your tone.
“It’s not that bad, pretty,” Geto smiles politely, “you could be stuck with two strangers.”
“Two strangers wouldn’t have been dumb enough to get locked in a closet with me,” you roll your eyes at him, “plus, for some reason like all the guys on campus avoid me.”
Gojo almost talks over you, “They’re crazy.”
Geto adds, “Their loss.”
“The only guy that has spoken to me recently was someone who came to class after skipping the whole semester,” you think back on him, he was nice enough, “I lent him my notes.”
“That’s so interesting,” Gojo hums, “what’s his name?”
Geto’s still smiling, “Have we met him?”
“I don’t know, what does it even matter?” You brush them off, more concerned with how long you’re meant to put up with being stuck in here.
You can’t even sit down, nowhere near enough room to do so. Choosing to lean back onto Gojo instead, this is mostly his fault anyways so he can put up with your lounging on him. “I don’t wanna stand in here all night,” you complain.
“It won’t be all night,” Able to feel the way Gojo’s chest rumbles through you.
Geto tries to make you feel better, “Yeah, Shoko will probably see our missed calls eventually.”
“Probably and eventually are so uplifting, thank you, Geto.”
“Oh, last name,” Gojo hisses through his teeth, “brutal.”
“You’re both on a last name basis until further notice,” you’re pouting and taking it out on them. You’re not livid with them, you know it wasn’t on purpose but you’re not exactly happy either.
Geto pretends to sulk, “You’re mean when you’re grumpy.” He addresses Gojo, “Don’t you think she’s being mean?”
“So mean,” he agrees, “We just love you so much and wanted to spend the evening with you,” he sighs and takes advantage of your proximity by placing his cheek on top your head.
“You just love harassing me,” you counter.
“That’s a kind of love.”
Your mouth pulls down, “Don’t encourage him, Geto.”
They both laugh at you and then things quiet down, time passing slowly and silently. And even though only a couple minutes go by it feels like an eternity. You’re growing bored very quickly and you can tell Gojo is too because he’s fidgeting and sighing behind you.
“Stop moving so much,” you direct at him.
Geto looks amused, resting against the shelving in front of you. His attitude has you briefly wondering why he’s not more frustrated by this whole situation.
“I can’t help it, it’s so fucking boring in here,” Gojo groans, “entertain me.”
Facetious in your reply, “What the hell do you expect me to do? Dance for you?”
“Oh, I’d love that,” he purrs into your ear and you ignore the way it makes you feel.
“How about a game?” Geto suggests.
“Good idea!”
Great… of course they’d want to play a game while locked in a closet. “And what do you suggest? A game of twister?”
Geto grins, “How about seven minutes in heaven.”
Raising a brow at him, “I think we’ve exceeded the seven minutes.”
Gojo’s submission is no better, “Truth or dare?”
“Sure,” Geto shrugs.
You scoff at them, “What are we? Fifteen?”
Gojo ignores you, “Truth or dare?”
A pause and then, “Truth.”
“Suguru, that’s so boring of you.”
Geto defends himself, “It’s the beginning of the game.”
This is going to be the longest game of truth or dare of your entire life.
“Fine,” Gojo thinks on it for a bit, “when was your last wet dream?”
You’re incredulous when you look back and up at him, “How is that appropriate for the beginning of the game?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“What do you mean why? I thought we were starting slow.”
Geto pipes up while you and Gojo are squabbling, “Uh… I don’t know? A few months ago.”
You and Gojo stop at his answer and you blink at him once, “What was it about?”
“Now look who’s curious,” Gojo points out.
“I just didn’t expect it to be so recent! Also, he willingly answered,” you shrug.
Geto snickers, “You’ll have to wait your turn for that answer.” His eyes stay on yours, “Truth or dare?”
“Ugh, do I have to?”
“Absolutely.”
“Fine, truth.”
He considers it for only a split second, clearly having one lined up already, “Last person you had sex with?”
“Oh, what the hell?” You’re frowning at him, why the hell are they both so perverted, “My first boyfriend.”
Gojo adds, “Ew, I hated that guy.”
“Shut up,” you’re sulking, “If you don’t like the answers then don’t ask me questions like that.”
“That was a while ago,” Geto clearly also feels like adding his two cents.
He goes to ask another question and you make a shutting gesture with your hand, “You have to wait your turn if you have follow ups,” you’re mocking him a little. “Gojo, truth or dare,” you don’t bother looking at him to ask, still leaning against him.
“I guess I’ll stick to the theme and say truth.”
“Man, I dunno,” you hum and haw about it, “Mmm, last kiss?”
“Suguru,” he answers promptly and when you look at him in question he says, “We played truth or dare last week at that party you didn’t wanna come to.”
“Aw, now I’m a little sad I missed it,” you play.
He keeps his face completely straight as he responds, “You sick fuck.”
Taken a little off guard before Geto snorts from his side of the closet and you’re realising that he’s screwing with you.
Gojo giggles light and leans down to your space, finger poking your right cheek while he rests his face against your left, “Truth or dare?”
You whinge at him, “My go again?”
“Yup.” He sounds far too cheery and you’re terrified of what he’s about to ask.
Giving in and deciding to just let it happen, “Truth.”
You can practically feel the way his smile grows, “If you haven’t had sex since your first boyfriend does that mean your last orgasm during sex was two years ago?”
“I was going to ask the same thing,” Geto points out, praising Gojo. They both wait patiently for you to answer.
You push Gojo’s face away from you, “No.” You don’t like this line of questioning.
Gojo’s confused, “What do you mean no?”
Geto catches on too quickly, “Oh, pretty. That’s so sad,” he shakes his head.
“It was our first times!” You’re getting defensive.
“You dated him for like a whole year.”
“I remember that, Gojo,” you’re not sure how to phrase what you want to say, “I don’t know, sometimes I wonder if maybe it was my fault–”
“–Not a chance,” Geto doesn’t even consider the thought.
“Whatever,” you want to move past this, “Geto, truth or dare.”
“I’m so sad for you,” Gojo’s still stuck on your go – clearly. “Not orgasming during sex is so sad, that’s like… one of the best parts of sex.”
His theatrics are amusing and annoying, “I’m doing just fine, thanks for your concern.” You ask Geto again, “Truth or dare?”
He’s smiling happily at you, “Truth.”
You decide to try and get back at him, that and you’re curious, “Who was your wet dream about?”
He doesn’t even miss a beat, shameless in how he admits, “It was about you.”
The admission has you so flustered you have no idea how to even begin to reply to him, brain short circuiting as it really dawns on you what he’s just admitted to. Geto… had a dream about you… and he…
“Suguru, you broke her,” Gojo traces the shell of your ear very lightly and it makes you shudder. He whistles low, “wow, your ears are really hot, sweetie.”
And they probably are because all the blood in your body feels like it’s rushed to your face, feeling warm all over.
Geto laughs easily, “Truth or dare?”
You’re meant to act like he didn’t just confess to having a wet dream about you? “Truth…”
God, he must be going for an evil streak tonight because he’s now asking, “Who was your last sex fantasy about?”
You know exactly who it was about and you’re hesitant about answering, muttering quietly, “I can’t remember.”
“If you’re gonna lie, lie better,” One of Gojo’s hands is on your hip and it’s been there for a bit, only now you’re incredibly conscious of it. The vibes in the tiny closet making a sudden shift.
Geto moves forward a bit, in your space as he says, “I’m very curious now.” Spoken like a man who already knows the answer.
“I…” you move away from Geto but that just means you’re falling further back into Gojo, “You guys don’t need to know.”
“So, it was about me,” Gojo nods like he’s so sure.
You half-refute him and dig yourself deeper in the process, “It was about both of you.” You put on a brave face and bite the bullet, trying to be as confident as Geto was when he answered. “Gojo, truth or dare?”
“You expect me to just move past that?” His hand on your hip squeezes and you’re realising for – not the first time – just how large his hands are.
Pointing out, “We moved past Geto.”
Gojo pushes forward, answering like he’s in a rush, “Fine, fine, truth.”
You pause, mind still lagging behind the information you’ve learnt recently, “Uhm… I don’t know what to ask.”
“My last sex dream was a few weeks ago, it was about you, the last time I jerked off was last night and I was thinking about you in the cute dress you wore, my last sex fantasy was about you in your Halloween costume from last year when you were a bunny.” He rapid fires off answers to questions you didn’t ask and then asks you, “Truth or dare?”
You stutter over your words a whole bunch; he thinks about you this much?
“Well, if I hadn’t broken her, you sure have Satoru,” Geto comments, amused and completely unshocked.
“Sweetie,” Gojo talks low into your ear and it jolts you, “truth or dare?”
“Uh… I…” In your slightly numbed state you fumble and answer, “dare.”
“Ohh, exciting,” he’s far too happy about this, “I dare you to kiss Suguru.”
“Satoru…” Geto half-heartedly chastises him, clearly not actually indignant about kissing you.
“You get stuck in one closet with two idiots and they turn into the biggest pervs on earth,” you roll your eyes.
Gojo makes a sound, “I think if our confessions tell you anything it’s that we were already pervs.”
Geto jabs at him, “More so you than me.”
They’re bickering amongst themselves while you’re lost in thought. Unable to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, turned on by the thought of your two incredibly attractive friends thinking of you in the way they’ve confessed to. Caught up in the moment and wondering just how far they’re willing to take this.
You move that tiny bit forward and grab Geto’s face, pulling him down as you lean up and planting a kiss on his soft lips. It cuts him off from his conversation with Gojo but he welcomes it wholly, beginning to properly kiss you back. His tongue licking at you and asking for entry, you open your mouth to him and he’s kissing you so deep it makes you dizzy.
Arms looping around his neck as you indulge in how good it feels to be kissed by him, small moan slipping from you as his tongue licks at your own. His hand on the side of your face manoeuvring you how he pleases, trying to pull more delicious sounds from you. So lost in the kiss until you’re parting from him, confused and making a small sound.
Realising what happened when you feel the pressure of Gojo’s hands on your hips.
“You’re a tease,” Geto grumbles.
“Blame Satoru,” you sound breathless even to your own ears. “He pulled me back.”
Geto frowns at Gojo behind you, “What for?”
He’s shrugging easily, “I got jealous.”
You laugh a little, “I was fulfilling my end of the dare you issued.”
“I told you to kiss him, not make out with him until you whined,” he’s pouting a little.
Geto isn’t as amused as you are, “You’re such a baby.” Apparently grumpy about the kiss being cut short.
You roll your eyes and tip your head back toward Gojo, placing your hand on the back of his neck to tug him down. Kissing him just as deeply as Geto had kissed you, tongue meeting his and licking him. Sucking on his tongue until he whines, seemingly enough to completely set him off because he’s suddenly domineering the kiss.
Finger and thumb pressing into the hinge of your jaw to open your mouth for him even more. It’s wet and messy, the odd angle not helping. It hardly matters though, the kiss enough to have your pussy fluttering. Whimpering when he pulls back and sucks on your lower lip, he goes to kiss you again but Geto’s hand pushes back on his forehead and stops him from diving back in.
“Now who’s a baby?” Gojo scowls at him.
Geto’s ignoring him and addressing you, “Pretty, I’m gonna ask this now before we both get carried away,” he looks at Gojo with his emphasis, “are you okay with us touching you?”
The pretence of the game has been completely dropped now, none of you in sober enough states to continue to play. You nod at him softly, “Please.”
“Fuck,” Gojo groans, head dropped to your shoulder, “you got such nice manners, sweetie.”
“Satoru, keep kissing her.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
His lips are locked onto yours in a split second, tummy flipping at how hungry for you he is. Gojo presses into you more and you can clearly feel his erection against your lower half, achingly hard and straining against his jeans. Imagining it inside you has your pussy crying, startled and drawn-out moan disconnecting your lips.
Geto’s fingers slipped under your skirt and traced your slit through your panties, material soaked and clinging to your cunt desperately. Your legs shake a bit, not having expected the intimate touch. Gojo doesn’t let your mind roam too far from him, placing his mouth over yours. Whinging into your mouth, taken with you and your plush lips.
He moves his hands to your stomach, slipping under your shirt and feeling your soft skin. Pushing further up and lingering just below your bra before tickling back down your sides. He’s teasing you and working you up and it feels especially cruel because Geto’s using his thumb to circle your clit over the material of your panties. The friction enough to have you mewling and aching for more.
Gojo’s big hands push at your bra, forcing it up over your tits. Freeing them so he can grope at you, large hands fondling you and pinching your nipples between his digits. You need air so bad, lungs struggling to pull in enough with all of the overwhelming sensations. You’re collapsing back into Gojo and he’s still feeling you up, leaving wet kisses along your neck and shoulder, teeth scraping against you.
The distraction is taken advantage of by Geto, his fingers slip your panties to the side and he’s sliding them between your folds. Humming low at just how wet you are, every time you’re getting used to something, they switch it up on you. So in sync without even having to talk it’s scary, scary how much they want to tease you.
“Get ready, pretty,” Geto’s hand pushes your denim skirt up so he can see your cunt clearly.
You don’t know what you’re getting ready for until he’s slipping a long finger inside your hole, short squeal leaving you as he reaches so much further than you’re ever able to. Your hands look for purchase and end up over top of Gojo’s who is still groping you.
“You’re so– fuck–” Geto hisses and looks to Gojo, “She’s so fucking tight.”
He hums back, “Open her up then.”
Geto’s reply is low and spoken like he’s in awe, “Should be easy enough with how wet she is.”
“Stop– hnn– stop talking about me like I’m not here,” the commentary is embarrassing you.
He breathes out an amused sound, “I’ve gotta keep Satoru informed, pretty.”
No time for you to reply to him in any sort of way because he’s slipping another finger in alongside the first and curling them to stroke your inner walls. You must give the reaction they both wanted because you’re being grabbed at little more now, Gojo’s erection rubs against your backside and you’re shamefully aware of how your pussy gushes.
Geto’s hand on your hip is warm and holding you deathly still while he fucks his fingers into your syrupy cunt, he watches your face closely. Enjoying the way your eyes are lidded and moans are tumbling sweetly from your lips. Not lingering too long though, too enamoured by the sight of you getting stuffed by his digits.
Getting so lost in the feeling, insides fuzzy and walls pulsing as he effortlessly builds up your orgasm. Struggling desperately to not let out any embarrassing sounds and completely failing. Fingers digging into Gojo’s wrists and collapsing back into him even more, back bowing slightly. Lower half simultaneously seeking out Geto’s hand and jerking back from him.
He chuckles at you, “You’re squirming too much.”
Your little movements are halted when he hardens his grip on you once again, focusing in on the spot that has your eyes crossing and your lips parting. Moans obscene, there’s no way you’d be able to pass them off as anything other than pleasure filled.
The way you’re feeling has you restless, hands moving from Gojo’s and instead holding onto Geto’s wrist, “Wait– hah– I’m gonna– I’m gonna cum– hnn–”
Gojo’s breath is against your ear, “Go for it, sweetie.” Tongue licking against your skin and making you shudder.
Your nipples being pinched right as Geto’s fingers hit your sweet spot accurately has you folding, falling forward into Geto, and Gojo lets it happen. His hands off your chest and happily allowing your ass to push out against him. Hands now gripping your cheeks and spreading them apart, Geto’s fingers still working you through your orgasm only intensified with it.
Whines pitiful and almost sobbed into Geto’s shirt, shaking like a leaf as your high knocks you stupid. And then he’s finally pulling his digits from you, slowly and tauntingly. Gojo pulls you back so you’re resting on him again, clearly missing your body again his.
Geto takes advantage of the room and brings his soaked fingers up, drawing them over your lips before pushing them into your mouth. Making you taste the flavour of yourself, the depravity of it has you weak and you’re all too willingly taking them in and sucking. A moan from Gojo reminds you of what exactly you’ve just done, opening your mouth to try and signal Geto to pull them away.
His smile is innocent but his next action isn’t, not pulling them away, not completely. Sliding the digits on your tongue, “It feel good?”
You whine and try to answer but can’t, not when his fingers are pushing down on the muscle. He’s doing it on purpose too, smile widening as he watches you struggle.
“Here, let me help,” he places his thumb under your chin and uses the hold to nod your head up and down in response, “there we go.”
Geto shows mercy though, pulling away and letting your mouth rest. The corner of your lips are wet with how you’d begun to drool around his fingers. And because he’s just that depraved, he’s sucking on his own fingers and keeping eye contact with you. So intense until Gojo is pulling your head back and kissing you.
Tongue exploring your mouth so deeply, like he’s trying to savour the lingering taste of your pussy that had been on Geto’s digits. You’re dizzy, this is far too much for you. already completely at the will of these two and letting them play with you how they want.
In the back of your mind, you’re somewhat registering how Geto’s pulling your panties off while you’re lost in Gojo’s deep kiss. He pulls back from it with a wet pop! Eyes glazed over and blown with lust as he lingers.
“Satoru, here,” Geto hands him something while you’re swimming in the glow of a blissful orgasm.
Gojo’s smile is large, taking what’s been given to him, “Well, aren’t these adorable.”
You’re barely catching a glimpse of your panties as they’re being stuffed into the right front pocket of Gojo’s jeans. “You can’t keep those.”
“You don’t need them right now,” he’s happy with himself. His eyes flick to Geto, “You think she can take it?”
A second of consideration before, “If you’re gentle.”
“What do you think, sweetie?” Gojo’s hands are on your thighs and trailing up, “you want me to be gentle?”
Biting your lip and smiling a little, “At first.”
“Fuck, alright,” he pushes at your upper back so you’re in Geto’s space, “hold onto Suguru for me, yeah?”
You do as he says and hold onto Geto’s shoulders, arching your back as much as you can in this position to basically present yourself for Gojo. The distinctive sound of a zipper can be heard in the room and you wish Geto would lean down to kiss you but it’s like he’s waiting for something first.
Gojo’s tip notches at your entrance and you have a brief moment of concern, just the head of his dick against you feels overwhelming. Apparently big in departments other than just his height, eyes wider as you half turn and place a hand on Gojo’s shoulder.
“Gentle, Satoru,” glimpsing down at his hard dick, length intimidating, “please.”
He actually laughs at you, “Sure, sweetie, I’ll be so good to you.”
The stretch of his cock beginning to open you up has air rushing from your lungs, head dipping forward and resting on Geto’s chest as you whine out.
“You gotta relax for him,” Geto’s hand strokes down your back and you’re twitching around Gojo at it.
Gojo’s voice is pathetic, “Got such a tight fucking cunt– hah– I’m gonna cum before I’m even half-way.”
“I’m sorry, sorry– mmh–” you mumble into the fabric of Geto’s shirt, “sorry I– hnn–”
Gojo asks, “Is she apologising?”
Geto sounds just as amused as Gojo, “Yeah, she is.”
“Cute.”
And then he’s sliding even deeper inside you, pussy squelching and bulging around his length as he stuffs more and more inside you. Inch by delicious inch he stretches you open more than Geto’s fingers could and it has you weak in the knees. A whimpering mess as you cling onto what’s in front of you – which just so happens to be Geto.
He’s so big, hot and throbbing inside your tight hole. The thick vein on his cock pulsing against your walls and making your insides thrum delightfully. Already falling apart and he’s not even all the way inside. Only made worse when Geto pulls your head back and finally gives you that kiss you had wanted earlier.
Cunt clenching down around Gojo as Geto’s tongue licks against yours.
Gojo groans, “Ooh, she likes being kissed.”
You make a noise of embarrassment and it’s swallowed by Geto, he doesn’t stop making out with you. Mouth occupied by him as Gojo just keeps sinking deeper and deeper and you’re wondering just how much of him there is. Feeling so full that you’re lightheaded, pussy crying around his dick.
Mouth parting from Geto’s messy kiss and when you’re finally able to breathe again, Gojo slams the rest of the way in, his pelvis hitting your ass with a smack! and taking the air from your lungs all over again. Left clawing at the shoulders in front of you as you pant, lower half writhing, wanting him to start actually fucking you.
“Needy,” Gojo comments, voice wrecked, “if you’re gonna beg– hah– do it with words.”
“Please,” you ask, tone sweetened and when he doesn’t immediately move you’re looking up at Geto through your lashes, “Please tell him to move, Sugu.”
He faux pouts at you, “Aw, that’s a little pathetic of you, pretty.”
Gojo grinds into you, his tip kissing your womb divinely. Now if only he’d start thrusting his hips you’d be in heaven. Having both of them tease you at the same time feels evil and so tantalisingly good that you’re getting whiplash.
“This pussy is gonna fucking kill me,” he comments, hands grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading them, “already so creamy.”
Gritting out at him, “‘Toru, please move.”
“Since you asked so nice,” you can hear the grin in his voice and you just know he’s about to do something diabolical.
It still surprises you though, just how much force is behind his thrust. Fucking into you quick, your slick dribbling down his shaft and dropping onto the floor. Clinging to him desperately, hot and cloyingly sweet around his aching hard length. His hips falter a few times at how you’re gripping him, beginning to whine a little about it all.
Gojo grabs your shoulder and pulls you, your back arching mean as he talks low, “You should show Suguru some love, sweetheart.” And then he bites down onto your shoulder, licking over it soothingly.
Your response an immediate and drawn out mewl, reaction visceral as you tremble violently. Taking yourself off guard because you didn’t expect yourself to like biting so much. Doing your best to stifle down your moans as Gojo’s hips snap quick and weighted into you repeatedly.
He lets go of your shoulder and you’re falling back into Geto who’s ready to grab you and hold you steady again. All too happy to let you claw at him and use him for purchase. Remembering what Gojo had whispered to you and trailing your hands clumsily down to Geto’s pants.
Haphazardly shoving the waist band of them down and reaching into his boxers, surprised by just how hard he is. Thick and leaking precum profusely, wondering how he’s holding his composure so well when he’s this much of a mess in his pants.
“Aren’t you a good little– hff– direction follower,” Geto teases.
And it’s true, right now feeling impossibly docile for the both of them. Happy to do whatever they ask of you because it just keeps feeling so fucking good. Quickly getting drunk on pleasure and Gojo’s fat cock, legs shaking as he keeps fucking you so well that you’re seeing stars.
It makes it hard to focus on what your hands are doing, grip on Geto uncoordinated and rhythm continuously interrupted by the shockwaves running through you from the heavy thrusts behind you. He must get frustrated with how awkward you are because his large hand is wrapping around yours and guiding you to fist his cock to his liking.
Geto’s head drops back onto the shelving as his eyes flutter, indulging in the soft feel of your smaller palm. The small closet filled with the debauched noises coming from all three of you, wet and lewd sounds of your cunt getting overstuffed loud and explicit.
Legs nearly completely giving in when one of Gojo’s hands wraps around to rest on your lower tummy and presses down, the head of his cock hitting somewhere new and completely throwing you for a loop. Cumming around him so suddenly that you don’t have enough air in your lungs to moan as loudly as you want to.
Shivering and creaming all over Gojo’s dick, your orgasm taking him by surprise. A genuine whimper leaving him at it, huffing, “Fuck– fuck, you’re– haah– what–”
Geto’s confused, “What?”
“She– mmph– she’s cumming– hah,” Gojo’s words are spoken between clenched teeth, almost hissing as he continues to fuck you through your high.
“Already?” Geto uses his free hand to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes, his own lidded ones flashing, “Ah, this expression you’re wearing is awful cute.”
You let out a subdued and pathetic hum, head far too foggy to have anything witty to say and you certainly can’t complain. Riding out your high spectacularly, almost feeling like you’re kept on the edge with how Gojo’s hips just don’t stop.
Geto’s even more turned on by your appearance and the cock drunk look in your eyes, his hand speeding up over yours. Forcing you to jerk him off quicker, his own hips thrusting forward softly.
“You came so easy,” Gojo laughs deliriously, “never had an orgasm during sex– hff– but you came this quick.”
Slurring your speech slightly to reply to something that didn’t really need one, “It feels good– hnn– I can’t– hah– it’s never– ah!”
“Hmm, is Satoru fucking you good?” Geto’s smile is lecherous and far too attractive for the words he just spoke.
Mouth dropped open, you’re going to start drooling on yourself soon, “Uh huh.”
“‘Course I am,” Gojo’s hand trails further down so his fingers can dance over your clit, “I’m treating you real nice, aren’t I?”
The squeak you let out is shocked, the feeling of his fingers slipping over your sensitive clit making you moan loud and satisfied. Hips trying to fuck back into him, the pleasure enough to have you throwing your shame away. Beyond horny and begging for him to keep fucking you, forced to keep eye contact with Geto. His hand still holding your face up, clearly not done watching you.
The three of you all depraved moans of bliss and sinful touches, heated glances. You’re so worked up that you feel like you’re going to spontaneously combust, still trying hard to focus on Geto’s hard cock in your hand. The hand you have in his shirt is slithering downwards, palm over his tip and stimulating him gently.
The reaction you get from him is one you desire, his hand dropping from your chin and reaching back to hold onto the shelf. His hips fucking into both your hands a bit more desperately now, face twisting in pleasure as he pants.
“Fuck, fuck, just like that, pretty,” slowly losing himself in it, “doing such a good fucking job, don’t stop.”
You’re not sure you would, even if you wanted to, in awe of how he’s unravelling under your hand. Features pretty as he gets closer and closer to finishing. Muttering at him a little mindlessly, “You’re pretty.”
Not even able to adequately describe the sensation that runs through you as Geto finishes. Cumming directly into your hand, seed hot and sticky on your palm as he moans through it. Shivers visibly running through him because you don’t stop your hands, not until he’s forcefully stilling it on his shaft with his own.
He’s amused when he asks, “I’m pretty?” but you don’t reply, preoccupied.
Bringing your palm up, you lick some of his cum off it. Holding it in your mouth as you pull Geto forward and kiss him deep, the taste of him on your tongue as you lick against his. He barely shoves down the whine that wants to leave him so badly, sucking on your tongue eagerly.
Gojo had watched the whole thing go down, groaning to himself. Not prepared for the kind of debauchery you’d displayed, finally letting himself cum inside your tight cunt. Rope after rope of his spend painting your walls white, continuing to fuck you through it, his cum leaking from your overstuffed pussy and dribbling down your inner thighs.
He’s letting out such small, ruined sounds and they’re setting you off, officially cumming again when Gojo slaps your clit firmly once. Mouth parting from Geto’s in a moan for only a moment, he’s immediately pulling you right back in and kissing you until you’re dizzy.
Feeling so many things at once, overstimulated and floating. Head heavy as you’re letting them do what they want to you, fucked out and ecstatic over it. Your mouth parts from Geto and they both let you come down, Gojo stays securely inside your cunt though, apparently not too willing to pull out yet.
He asks, “You have fun?” And you can’t help the way you’re fluttering around him, body responsive in ways you’ve never registered. Gojo lets out an airy laugh and adds, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Not bothering to say anything more to him, deciding to stand up straight instead. Holding onto Geto’s shoulders and pushing back away from him. You fall back into Gojo instead like how you had been resting against him earlier. His cock slips from your hole and rests against your ass, involuntary sound from you at the loss, more of his cum leaks down your leg.
You’re trying to gain your faculties when you realise they’re both still hard. Gojo painfully solid against your ass and Geto’s dick half in his pants, tip shiny as it pokes out of his waistband. And you truly must be cock drunk because you’re lifting one of your legs up and resting your foot on the shelf behind Geto.
“You sure?” Geto’s moving that tiny bit closer, crowding you back against Gojo even more.
Looking up at him coyly, “Mhm.”
His eyes watch how your hole twitches, “You sure came a lot, Satoru.”
“You’ll understand when you fuck her,” Gojo says it like he’s proud.
Geto isn’t as slow as Gojo was when he first entered you, head of his cock lined up with your hole and a split second later he’s shoving himself all the way in. You take him considerably easier now that Gojo’s fucked you open but that doesn’t mean Geto’s dick hasn’t stuffed you to the brim. Pussy bulged and sucking him in desperately, throbbing around his cock like you didn’t just cum on one not five minutes ago.
“Fffuck– you– hnn– you got a greedy little pussy,” Geto purrs, clearly meaning it as a compliment.
“Nuh-uh,” you deny, head resting against Gojo’s shoulder shaking no.
“You sure do, sweetie,” Gojo talks against your temple, “best pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.”
And then he’s shamelessly lifting your shirt up completely and exposing your breasts, groping at them like he’d done earlier – your bra still haphazardly pulled over them. Fingers pinching at your nipples just to see what kind of reactions he can get from you with it.
“God, I wanna put my mouth on you so bad,” he’s talking low, “I’d lick you head to toe, fuck my tongue right into that tight cunt of yours.”
“Satoru– don’t talk– hng–”
“Don’t talk like you didn’t love it,” Geto snaps into you again and you’re whinging, “can’t hide anything when your hole is this honest.”
“You like my dirty talk, hmm?” Gojo’s taunting you now, “you like being told how you’ve got the creamiest cunt? How you gripped me so tight I thought I was gonna cum before getting to really fuck you?”
Geto’s position has him angled differently, hitting new and just as devastating spots inside your gooey walls. Knocking more of your braincells right out of your head with just how deep he’s thrusting into you, hips wiggling down to meet his. Craving the grind and slap of his pelvis against your clit every time he’s filling you to the brim.
“I like it, I like all of it,” you babble, “I wan more– ah!– I love it– hnn– so good– I can’t– good– mmph–”
“Look at that, Suguru,” Gojo squeezes your tits, “I think she might be cock drunk.”
“I can tell,” Geto almost snarls, pleasure overwhelming, “her pussy’s squeezing me so tight it’s like it’s begging me to cum inside.”
God, it feels so good, you can’t even deny the begging him to cum inside because you want him to so badly. You want to be leaking both their cum, stuffed full of their cocks and then their seed. A sick sort of marking that has your stomach filling with butterflies.
“You want that?” Geto asks you, clearly reading you a little too well now, “you want my cum inside you?”
Not even feeling like you’re on Earth anymore, head up in the clouds “Hng– yeah– hff– yes please.”
“Yeah, that’s good, be honest with me,” he smiles, “you’re cuter when you tell the truth.”
You feel like you’re melting, so high on your own pleasure that everything feels surreal. Gojo’s mouth on your skin is sucking marks, nibbling at your skin and lathing over the love bites sweetly. Geto leans in – still fucking you until you’re feral – and leaves more hickeys on the other side of your neck that Gojo had been neglecting.
Feeling so doted on as they both leave behind evidence of what’s happening in this closet, their attention enough to have you blissed out. Touched all over, it’s driving you up a wall. Bordering on overstimulated and still you’re eager for more.
Gojo’s hips move from behind you, unable to hold himself back and beginning to grind his aching cock between the plush skin of your ass cheeks. Dick still soaked from your slick and his own orgasm, sliding along your soft skin so deliciously that he’s groaning. Again, sinking his teeth down into your delicate flesh, stopping just short of breaking skin.
The pinch of pain has you gushing around Geto’s dick and the gentle lick of his tongue over the impression of his teeth has you quivering. The small closet smells like sex and the floor has to be messy, the whole thing pornographic and so obscene it’d make the devil blush to watch you three.
Gojo turns your head to the side and slips his tongue into your mouth, suddenly greedy for your lips on his. Kissing you deep and sloppy, not patient enough to kiss you meticulously like he had earlier. Though he was also fervent earlier too, hungry in how he devoured you.
They’re both able to read you so easily, pulling you apart so perfectly. Kissing you until you’re not able to think of anything else but them, fucking your cunt so well that you’re drunk on the ecstasy of their tips knocking against your uterus. Your legs are beginning to shake with the weight of holding yourself up.
Thankfully, Geto’s placing a hand under the leg you have balanced on the shelf behind him. Feeling more secured with his hold on you, knowing you wouldn’t have ever fallen, not with them both man-handling you. Enjoying the feeling of having two big men fuck you diabolically and also take care to have you feeling supported, able to indulge more with them doing the heavy lifting.
Gojo’s cock is still rutting into you from behind, pulsing thick and heavy as he moans into your mouth. The way you pull back from each other has a string of saliva connecting the both of you, evidence of the messy and reckless way he’d made out with you.
“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, “everywhere.”
He removes one of his hands from your tits and like he’d done to you earlier; he’s pressing into your lower tummy. Insides tightening down on Geto and helping him to hit more sensitive spots, grinning to himself at your subdued scream.
“That feels good, huh?” Gojo doesn’t lessen the pressure, holding his hand down so you can experience the pleasure he’s helping to give you.
“Yes, yes, yes– hnn– so good,” you’re not even certain you’re saying everything you want to, muttering a little uselessly. Only able to hope you’re conveying that you don’t want him to stop what he’s doing.
Geto’s pupils are blown wide and he’s losing his mind, Gojo had been right about your cunt. So enticing as you devour him whole, repeatedly pleading for him to re-enter wordlessly. Feeling frenzied as he lets himself get lost, wishing you weren’t locked in this damn closet so he could fuck you properly. Maybe he’d tease you a little bit more, drive you a little more insane.
You’re twitching profusely around him and he knows you’re close, insides clinging to him a little more. Trying to milk the orgasm right out of him, asking to be filled. “You gonna cum, pretty?”
Eyes barely even open anymore, “Uh huh.”
“You think you deserve it?”
That has your eyes widening, worried he’s actually going to deprive you of the high he’s been working you up to. The look on your face is as adorable to him as it is amusing, his smile patient and not like he’s balls deep inside you.
“Don’t be mean, Suguru,” Gojo chides, “she’s been such a good girl.”
Geto pretends to consider it, like he’s not really convinced.
“Please– hnn– Sugu,” you sulk, “I wanna cum.”
He mimics your pathetic-ness, “I know you do.”
Gojo adds, “If he doesn’t let you cum, I’ll just fuck you again, sweetie.”
“Don’t spoil her too much, Satoru.”
He grins, “I’m the one who’s spoilt.” Pressing soft kisses to your cheek, “fucking that divine pussy was a real treat.”
Too much, “Wait– ah!– Mm gonna– hng–”
With a well-timed thrust and Gojo’s praise, you’re cumming again. Walls trembling and snug as they suck greedily on Geto’s thick cock. Stomach flipping as you’re thrown through another euphoric high, almost feeling like you’re blacking out for a moment from how it knocks into you.
Geto’s brows pinch, he knew you were about to cum but hadn’t expected it to be from Gojo’s words. Moaning as he continues to thrust, seeking his own orgasm now. A little more uncontrolled as he focuses on how hot your pussy is, feverish as he takes in how it feels to have you cumming on him.
Dumping his load inside you not long after he savours it for a few moments, pelvis flush to you as his cock jerks. Head lolling back as he whines a little, fucking you both into slight overstimulation because he doesn’t want it to end just yet and you can’t complain. So in love with his dick that you’d let him fuck you all over again.
You’re leaning back against Gojo catching your breath, whimpering as Geto pulls out of you. Not really wanting to but your leg is shaky, he’s gentle with you as he lowers it down so you’re standing on both of them again.
Gojo leans over your shoulder, “I’m gonna borrow your thighs for a second, sweetheart.”
You nod at him, not really sure what he’s referring to but fine with it either way. His cock dragging through your folds has you realising what he was talking about, using your thighs to fuck himself. Not able to get off while Geto was doing you and needy for release. Holding low on your hips as his head buries itself into your neck and nuzzles.
His tip catches on your clit and it makes you twitch, aftershocks still running through you and so sensitive to every little touch. Letting yourself get used for his pleasure as he rocks in between your legs, the slick of their mixed cum making the glide smooth for him.
Apparently having been fairly close already because he’s cumming everywhere after barely a minute, panting into your skin as his load gets all over your thighs. He stills after letting himself ride it out, nipping at your skin one last time.
You’re spent, completely limp and a whole mess. Clothes dishevelled and probably stained with cum, you’re too lazy to even bother to fix yourself. Both Gojo and Geto tuck themselves back into their pants, straightening themselves out a bit. They’re far more presentable looking than you are.
Gojo pulls your bra down, playing with your tits a bit as he adjusts them back into the cups of it and then he tugs your shirt back into place. Geto pulls the hem of your skirt back down, clothes officially worn correctly not counting your panties. How the hell are you meant to get out of here when your lower half is covered in their cum. There’s that and then also the little issue of literally being locked in here.
Geto asks you, “You doing okay, pretty?”
“Peachy,” you grin.
After a moment of silence, you talk again, “Find a way out of here,” you plead with them, “I need a bath.”
Gojo hums, “Will you let me bathe you?”
“You got a way outta here?” you eye him.
“Maybe.”
And that’s how you all learnt that Gojo had taken the keys for the closet off the desk and forgotten about them in his back pocket.