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You roll your hips around Satoru’s cock, slowly, and he throws his head back with a gasp. His hands squeezing tightly on the sides of your waist, hips squirming as he’s caged between your thighs.
“Fuuuck me,” he groans as you start grinding your hips faster. His gaze fixed straight into yours, as if he’s offering all the moans and sighs and curses you coax out of his body.
You scoff.
“I’m trying my best here,” you reply, chuckling as you feign offense.
You raise your hips, slipping his cock out in retaliation.
Satoru whimpers at the loss of contact, “Babe, you know that’s not what I meant!”
You hum as you wrap your hands around his cock and line it over your hips. He twitches against your hand, eyes fixed on your cunt, his body stock-still in anticipation, like a rollercoaster before the drop. After what definitely felt like hours to him, you snap your hips down and pleasure and relief washes over his face. You both laugh.
“I knew you were gonna do that,’ he said.
“No, you looked like you were gonna cry,” you tease.
“Pfft, no I wasn’t,” he scoffed, then turned to the stranger lounging next to the bed.
“She can’t resist me,” he brags.
The stranger gives a bemused, rumbling laugh, “So why am I here?”
A rhetorical question, and yet you still wonder; is it curiosity? Heat?
Sex with Gojo Satoru has always been this fun. This smooth, this comfortable. And yet, so careful. Your safety and control are at the forefront of his concerns. And it’s not like he doesn’t know how to fuck you senseless; all the years you spent dating he’s grown attuned to your body. He knows how hard and how soft his tongue needs to be to make you melt against his mouth. How to angle his hips and swing until your limbs turn to jelly and you collapse in his bed, winded and sated, your body thrumming with pleasure and adrenaline. He worships you, studies you, and never strays from the exact ways of how you want to be fucked.
But his unconditional obedience and thoughtfulness reveals an uneasy truth about your relationship.
You’re a human. And he’s the most powerful sorcerer in the world. By that alone you’re no longer fucking as equals. So in moments like these where you’re the most vulnerable, he lets you take the lead. You wonder if that’s how he compensates from all the money and power he holds over you. How he makes up from all the stress and worry you’re getting from the nature of his work; always wondering if he’s coming home safe, whole, and as cheerful as when he left.
You’re happy, and fucked beyond belief.
And yet you saw this stranger earlier tonight, his large, muscular body dwarfing the barstool he sits on, chugging his beer as he watches you gyrate against your lover on the dancefloor.
You can’t help but wonder how it feels to be just taken.
And you know he wants to take you. After all, among the sea of bodies jumping and grinding to the beat, among the flock of gorgeous women vying for his attention, and the strobing lights that hide you in its hazy shadow, the stranger found you. As easily as a compass pointing north. And you can feel the heat of his fixated gaze and his vulgar smile from across the club. Warming you to your core, rousing an ache between your legs that you’re dying to relieve.
Slowly, you take Satoru’s hand and run it over your breasts, pushing your ass against his crotch, wanting to feel him thicken through the fabric of his trousers. You feel his other fingers trace your inner thigh, crawling higher and higher until it disappears under your dress. The stranger’s cocky, self-possessed expression melts into dark, ravenous desire. For a moment, you thought he would shove all the dancers aside and fuck you where you stand. Satoru’s fingers slip through the side of your panties, then pinches you, hard, on the clit. You cry out despite yourself, wondering if you were heard through the music.
Satoru whispers against your ear, “You want him, don’t you?”
With his other hand, he turns your chin upwards to look at him. There was indignation brewing on those incandescent eyes; appalled by your audacity to even look at other men, when he’s spent this much time etching all your proclivities into the flick of his fingers, the swing of his hips, the softness and sweetness of his tongue. But underneath all the jealousy you notice the red-hot and sweltering gleam of curiosity. There is no cursed energy emanating from the stranger, he doesn’t seem particularly rich, either. He has none of the chains that hold Satoru back, keeping him at a cautious, careful limit.
He starts drawing light, gentle circles against you as he waits for your reply. You squirm, ashamed by your own fantasies, yet too heated to deny it. Your cunt starts melting against his fingers. He can feel your answer for himself.
What would it look like, if you were to fuck an equal?
Satoru huffs a laugh, then whispers again, “It’s alright baby, I don’t mind. Good boys can share, right?”
He turns your body to face the stranger, and slides his fingers deep inside you, his other hand sinks under your dress and grabs your breast by a handful. You knock your head back against his shoulder, gasping as his fingers start pumping in and out, letting the stranger watch you come undone, hot and clandestine within the crowd of revelers.
Satoru raises his head towards the stranger and sticks his tongue out in jest, teasing him, challenging him to come join you. See if he can fuck you better than he can. Adrenaline surges inside your body as you come closer and closer to the edge of pleasure, you start grinding your hips against Satoru’s fingers, clinging on to his shoulders for dear life as your legs grow weak from under you.
In a moment, the stranger disappears from the bar. In an instant, he’s looming in front of you.
And in a series of vignettes; a few shots, a few laughter, and a car ride that felt too long, you’re in a hotel room, impaled in Satoru’s cock in front of an audience of one; a man you come to know as Fushiguro Toji.
And it’s hard not to notice him, the sheer hulk of his naked body is invading your peripheral vision. He’s sprawled over the chaise lounge next to the bed, his head propped by an elbow, jacking his massive cock with a meaty fist.
“Hope you’re not bored,” you ask him.
“Just waiting for my turn,” he smirks as he replies.
He has the same leering gaze from when you first saw him; eyes wandering over your breasts, the curves of your stomach and thighs, and the way Satoru’s cock disappears inside of you. Toji’s measuring you, mapping where his hands would go, wondering how much of his cock you can take, how loudly he can make you scream. A thrill rushes up your core as your imagination swirls and you start to match the movement of your hips with the languid rhythm of his fist. Raising them slowly as he does, sinking as he does, as if you’re fucking him remotely.
“Fuuuuuucking hell,” he sighs, leaning closer to watch you. He jacks himself harder and faster.
Satoru chuckles at the state of you. So cock-starved and needy, even as you ride him. He pinches your nipples and pulls your torso closer to him. You gasp at the sudden piercing sensation and fall to your elbows.
“Eyes on me, baby. I’m the one you’re fucking,” Satoru says in a low voice. He thrusts his hips upwards, as if to punctuate his words, and knocks a lungful of air from your body.
“You can ride him once we’re done.”
You admit to yourself, you’re a little too excited to try Toji out. Your hips pick up the pace, rolling faster and faster as you clench hard around Satoru’s cock. He throws his head back and draws a long moan, his nails digging into your thighs, toes curling from behind you as his legs shudder and convulse. His hips start spasming in rabid staccatos, chasing the apex of his pleasure, aching to milk himself dry inside of you. You love this look on his face the most; stripped of any conceit or ego or dignity, he looks at you with pleading eyes, his breath hitching as he gasps for air, and then sighs your name over and over like a prayer. His fingers wander all over your body; your thighs, your clit, your ass, your nipples, anything that can make you clench tighter, move faster.
It’s a rare sight for the rest of the world; to see the most powerful sorcerer in such a desperate state.
But as you start to feel the incoming pulse of your orgasm, two rough hands grab your waist and rips you off of Satoru’s cock.
“Seriously?!’ Satoru snarls as Toji flings you over to the other side of the bed. “I wasn’t finished!”
“You were taking too long.”
He braces you on your hands and knees and wipes the tip of his cock against the wetness of your folds. Then he surges inside of you, deeper, thicker, rougher, and starts fucking you like your guts owed him money. You break apart around his cock, thrashing under the weight of his body as he hammers into you with feral abandon, screaming as your cunt pulses in sore pleasure.
But even as your ears start ringing, as you flutter and shudder between the legs, and before you could even gasp for some air, Toji amps up his brutal pace and your arms collapse in front of you, pinning you against the duvet by the mass of his body and the savagery of his thrusts. It’s so good. It’s so, so good. The way his hips slap against your clit, the way his heavy cock hits you in that spot, over and over and over. You cry again from the overstimulation; feeling more full than hollow, more flesh than human, wondering if your insides are turning into mush.
“Okay, now you're just smothering her!” Satoru calls from your side, his voice muffled, as if you’re hearing him from underwater. He gently raises your head towards him and you gasp for air as your eyes meet his. You forgot you were holding your breath.
He brushes your hair away from your face, probably asking you if you’re okay, if you like what’s happening. But what use are your words? He can see the state of you. You’re more than okay. You’re being fucked, thoroughly, rigorously.
And he’s so beautiful, looking at you with so much concern and awe. The hotel light shining behind his head like a halo. Your bleary, tearful eyes wander from his lashes, to his lips, to the lean muscles of his chest and abs; flexing and relaxing as he catches his breath. His cock is still slick with your fluids, still hard and twitching and aching for you. You wrap your arms around him, pulling his lap to your face.
“Are you sure, baby?” He asks.
You nod and stick out your tongue, wanting to taste him. But he pulls away.
“Use your words.”
“You’re… you- ugh you’re not- done, yet,” you stammer the best you could as Toji fucks the air and the sanity out of your body. “I want to. Please, baby.”
Satoru huffs a laugh. “God, you’re so good to me.”
You brace yourself against his thighs, his thumb parting your lips. You roll your tongue around his finger, teasing him, proving your hunger. Then he takes his cock and rests it heavily on your tongue, leaving himself to your care. You tried to suck him how he likes it; bobbing your head in slow, shallow strokes, your lips tight around his cock. But Toji shoves his cock against you even harder, plunging Satoru to the back of your throat. You gag at the sudden rush of his flesh.
“Fuck!” Satoru groans, throwing his head back. You hear a thud as he hits the headboard behind him. You hear Toji chuckle low from behind you as he runs a calloused hand over your back… and then pulls your hair to straighten your neck.
“Relax your throat and breathe,” he says. “Take all of him.”
Toji pulls you back by your hair and waits for you to relax. And, with hands now firmly on your waist, he pushes you into your lover’s cock with the thrust of his hips. Slowly. Inch by mind-blowing inch. Satoru couldn’t take his eyes off you, both in awe and in fear. You’re starting to tear up, feeling fuller and tighter in the throat, but more of him keeps coming. Satoru notices the strain in your eyes and starts patting your head in gentle strokes, hoping to relieve some of your tension.
“You can do it, baby,” he whispers. “Just like that. Good girl.”
Toji pulls his cock out to the tip then rolls his hips straight back down. Leaning forward, he bites you, hard, at the back of your neck. You scream at the mix of pleasure and pain, and the vibration from your throat draws a frantic, animal groan from Satoru. You’ve never heard him make that sound before.
“Fuck! Fuuuuuck,” Satoru groans, grabbing your hair by the fistful. His cock throbs inside your mouth, begging you to make him feel that way again.
This is what was missing; a hint of danger, a bit of challenge. With Satoru, you’re protected and comforted. And with Toji, you’re challenged and exerted. Together, they push you to transcend the limits of your body, taking you to newer heights of pleasure and pain.
Toji picks up the pace, wringing out every groan and moan from your throat as you fuck Satoru with your mouth. You’re barely lucid, barely upright. Grateful that their arms are holding you in place as they fuck you into a trance-like state. Your bodies move in feral synchrony, wanting nothing else but to squeeze this night from all the pleasure you can get; fucking until you’re boneless and spent. There’s nothing else to hear but the symphony of strained groans and skin slapping against skin. Nothing to feel but the way Satoru’s nails scratch and dig against your scalp as his cock twitches violently inside your throat; just a few thrusts away from bursting. All while Toji hammers you down with each violent swing of his hips. His cock, thick and hard as iron, starts to bulge against your stomach each time he buries himself to the hilt. You grab his hand and guide him there, wanting him to feel how deep he is inside of you.
“Holy shit,” he spits out, as he feels his own cock right under your belly button. He moves his hand downwards to draw large, deep circles against your clit. You groan loudly against Satoru’s cock, and he bursts inside your throat in a chain reaction.
“FUCK. PLEASE. Hold still for me baby, please,” Satoru cries out, holding your head still as he milks himself dry. You struggle to swallow each throbbing burst of seed, not wanting to drown in the soft, warm fluids.
Meanwhile, Toji keeps a steady, rough hand against your chest and clit. Soon enough your climax rips through you like lightning; your torso and your thighs shudder and spasm, clenching your cunt against him so hard that he spills inside you as well.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, Toji finally holds still. He doubles over, groaning and cursing against your ear.
Satoru pulls his cock out and wipes the tears from your eyes and his cum from your lips. After you feel the last few pulses of Toji’s orgasm, he pulls out of you as well.
You flop onto the bed, wrung out, exhausted, and hollow. Together, the two men carry you to a drier spot on the bed, resting your head against the soft pillows.
Toji rushes to the bathroom to get towels, Satoru brushes your hair away from your face, and plants kisses on your forehead.
“We should do this more often,” he whispers to you. You manage a weak smile.
“Next time, you’re the one getting railed,” you whisper back, your voice hoarser than usual.
“Wouldn’t you love to see that?”
You both laugh, softly, like a whisper. He leans down to kiss you.
“I’d do anything for you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you.
As you bury your face against Satoru’s neck, you hear Toji set a glass of water on the bed stand. And, with surprising gentleness, dabs the sweat and cum from your skin with a moist towel. He whispers questions towards Satoru, asking what else he can do to take better care of you. Do you need a pack of ice between your legs? To be carried to the toilet? Should he run to the store to grab anything?
Then you feel his large body press against you from behind, resting his arm over your waist. That’s right, that’s exactly what you need.
You’re cushioned in their warmth, your body nestled between their arms and thighs, as smoothly and as comfortably as water flowing through the cracks of the earth. You breathe in their spicy, nebulous scent; the air growing dense and heady from the sweat of your bodies, dulling your consciousness with the fragrance of sex. You listen to the low thrum of their voices, praising you, praising how they fucked you, hoping you could all do this again sometime.
And you notice the way their voices grow softer, and softer, as their breathing grows heavier and deeper, as the three of you fall slowly into sleep.