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[centoru]

Currently thinking about college heartthrob Gojo Satoru who’s actually a loser, a geek, and an inexperienced guy who just happened to be popular...

The thing is, you didn't know how you ended up in this situation. It was common for you and your group of friends go out to unwind, but it was rare to go out during midterm week — most especially to a party.

You were practically dragged into this mess, and got dragged into a bigger mess when you were put in a pit for gossip. You were stuck in a storage room, a little roomy for an empty dorm storage, nonetheless, still a storage room.

Satoru, the most popular guy at university was on the other side. His face was buried on the wall, his arms tangled into each other as if he was keeping an obvious distance. You, on the other hand, was confused, but also thankful that he wasn't initiating anything considering how bad your night was going.

The silence was overwhelming, almost defeaning at that point. If it weren't for the faint vibrations and sounds of the house music, you would have clogged ears by now. Suddenly, Satoru looks at you, the dim lights of the storage room illuminating his face, his eyelashes creating shadows on his pinkish cheeks.

"So.." He tries to say and even tries to face you, but he doesn't do it completely. You prayed that society will eventually move on from this seven minutes in heaven bullshit and do things that were actually fun. The two of you were now staring at each other, awkward, you raise your brows at his first word to you. Satoru gulps.

"Are you okay?" Seeing how Satoru was acting different to what he had been showing — and what you expected him to act — those were the first few words you decided to go with in your exchange.

"Yeah.." Satoru replied. Awkward.

He tried looking at you, but he just couldn't without a little blush appearing on his face. Was he embarrassed? Regardless of what he felt or what he thought of, it was odd that Satoru was not his usual teasing, cocky, and arrogant self.

"What happened to you?" You ask, making him shoot a slight glimpse of you. "You're so awkward, that's so unlike you." You say. Well, you don't truly know him to a personal extent, but you've paired with him in one of your classes. The way he acted then was far different to what you're seeing.

"Hah, I am?" Satoru began to gain his composure and act similar to what he's shown, but still, his awkwardness and nervousness seem to slip way too evidently.

"Yes, you are." It was starting to get entertaining how nervous he was getting. The way he avoided eye contact was amusing, he tried to do it calmly and coolly. This gave you the upper hand, and you had the sudden idea to tease him back.

You take a few steps forward, your face lining up to his chest-level as you looked up at him. This prompted him to look down at you, then flick his head elsewhere while trying to keep a nonchalant expression.

"Are you nervous?" You ask him with your voice going a little low, almost like a whisper. You don't receive anything on his end but a sigh and a shake of his head to deny. His growing blush and inability to keep eye contact says otherwise.

"Do I make you nervous?" At this point, you were practically purring, and he could feel you by his neck.

With no response but obvious struggle, you laugh and retreat, creating a breathable distance for him. "You've never really had experiences with women, have you?" You tease him. It wasn't necessarily bad, but the rumors about him having a lot of sex on the daily was untrue, solidified by the moment you both shared.

"Yeah.." Satoru rubbed his nape. This made you raise your brows from surprise. You didn't really expect him to admit it. Satoru looked at you, your surprise never leaving your face as he chuckled awkwardly.

"Yeah, no, just rumors." Satoru followed again, his gaze lowered to his feet. "I.. I'm scared, honestly."

"Of women?"

"I don't know.. Partners? Romance? I've never really... tried."

"With that face? Why not?"

"I just.. really didn't know how or had the courage and enough interest to try. I'm just an annoying guy, that's all."

Satoru now looked at you, you looked at him, both of you fell silent at the news. It was a shock factor, yes, but it's really not that big of a deal. If anyone else found out, he'd probably be called out for lying about his experiences when all of it were just rumors he was too passive about.

You shrugged it off, chuckling a bit, making Satoru at ease. His muscles were evidently less tense, making him relax around you.

"So.." You began. "Not even a kiss?"

"I did, yeah. Just a peck. And that was back in high school. Oh, one during freshmen year, I think. I don't remember much of it."

"No way. Are you serious? Your reputation is mostly you being a playboy, but like, I knew you because you were annoying."

Satoru laughed at that, his whole self being more and more comfortable in your presence.

"You have more experiences in kissing, right?" Satoru asked, his gaze fixated on you. Weirdly enough, this was the only time he had kept eye contact. It wasn't intense, but it was enough to make you think.

"I guess, yeah. Why?"

"I don't know," Satoru's eyes dropped again, his ears obviously painting a deeper shade of red. He put his hand to his mouth, whispering, "Maybe you could add my experiences."

This shy, tall, loser, unlocked something in you. Like an unknown interest and fire for something like this. The way he was hovering above you, his muscular physique creating shadows on you, yet is ultimately powerless. And now, he's asking for a kiss?

"You.. want me to kiss you?"

Satoru nodded slowly, awkwardly, almost non-existent, but couldn't, yet again, face you. He harshly heaves a breath, "That was stupid. Please forget I said anything."

"No," You say, catching him off-guard. "I haven't heard a response. Was it a yes or no?"

At this point, Satoru had caught on to you, the tension in the storage room was beginning to build up quite intensely. It was beginning to be hotter, and hotter, the distance closing, your tones were hushed, whispering against each other's lips and skin grazing ever-so-gently.

"Is it okay..?" He grips onto your waist with so much desperation, his eyes only reflecting you. "Do you want it?" You ask.

"But is it—"

"Do you want it, Satoru?"

Satoru fell silent, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down for a gulp to treat his scorched throat.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Satoru?"

"I want you."

With that, he closed the distance. His lips were latched onto yours, a heated make-out session was something you weren't expecting for tonight, most especially, from a very desperate, inexperienced Gojo Satoru.

His kisses were sloppy, yet he began picking himself up from his desperation. He drank you in like this wasn't his first time making out with someone, tasting him and his soft whimpers everytime you grazed onto the bulge on his pants. Your hand couldn't stay still and began travelling down to his crotch, palming him. You could feel him grow harder and harder, his hips rocking forward to pleasure himself more.

Satoru moaned loudly into your mouth, causing you to part momentarily, "Is this okay?" His eyes still closed, bottom lip grazing on your top lip with his mouth slightly agape.

"F-feels good.." Satoru moaned, he groaned everytime your hand went up and down, circling on his tip. "Shit, a-ah.."

You two began to kiss again, mouths with mutual fires and equal desperation, tongues dancing and battling against each other, teeth clashing — nothing in the space but the dirty echoes of your lips against each other.

Satoru took you by your wrist, placing it on the waistband of his pants. The way he reached for your wrist was practically him begging to be touched more, to be touched bare, and you wanted to. Desperately so.

You began to play with it, pressing a finger onto his waist, drawing and tracing sloppy lines, then suddenly..

"Time's up, guys!" A loud voice came from outside, causing you both to hastily peel yourselves off each other. Both your hairs were all ruffled, lips swollen, your wrist, arms, and waist had red marks from the way Satoru held you close to him. You didn't even notice how tight he held you throughout it.

The door opened, the lights from outside practically burning both your eyes. Your friends and his friends began snickering, smirking, you then faced Satoru, he was like in a daze. His lips were decorated with the smudges of your lipstick and he didn't even dare wipe it off, little bits of it were glossed from your saliva. He wore it like a medal, like pride.

"Wow, looks like you two had the best time." Suguru chuckled, teasing Satoru who seemed to be blinking, then slowly gaining composure, eyes adjusting to the sudden light.

Your friends looked at you, laughing, but also felt proud with the way you had Satoru acting like that. As the group bursted into a fit of laughter, you looked at Satoru with dissatisfaction. Satoru stole a kiss on your lips when the group began walking forward, leaving you two at the door of the storage room to sit by the patio and socialize with other people at the party.

You looked at him surprised, "Round two later?" He whispered before pointing at his crotch with his eyes. He chuckled a little when you spotted his bulge that didn't disappear, he didn't even have the shame to hide it, at least to you. "You still have something to finish after all."

[centoru]

A threesome with Satoru and Suguru would really be simple. Right?

Being sandwiched between two men who had opposite ways in fucking wasn't as simple as you thought it was.

Suguru was gentle with you, he played with you, teased you, talked you through it — and his best friend, Satoru, stimulated you beyond your limits.

Satoru hungrily feasted on your skin, leaving red and purplish marks on your nipples and the underside of your breasts, marking you against Suguru's liking. He clicked his tongue at the sight of you covered in sweat and Satoru's saliva, disliking that Satoru got to claim you first.

Prior to all this, they both agreed not to give you hickeys, at least not visible ones. Satoru followed your request nonetheless, but Suguru was jealous of it. So, in response to all this, he kissed you, drank you in, made you moan inside his mouth, and all this made Satoru boil in envy as he had only taken a taste of your sweet, supple breasts instead of your lips first.

They bickered over you, who should go first, who'd pleasure you best. They were cocky, had volumes of arrogance that could only mirror each other. They fought whoever could make you cum first, but then came to a random conclusion that Satoru could take a taste of your pussy first as your mouth was being unnoticed.

Satoru positioned his face between your legs and Suguru put your head on his chest, he'd force you to face him while Satoru ate you out. Satoru would kiss your inner thighs to earn a shiver from you, then slowly lick your folds. He played with your clit by flicking his tongue on it before finally using his mouth to suck and lick your wetness.

Satoru was definitely the type to enjoy a good feast.

You covered his face in slick and he loved it, he'll want more of it. Everytime you threw your head back, face someplace else — both in pleasure and shyness — he'd cup your face and make you stare at Satoru who would be staring right at you the whole time.

"Look at him," Suguru whispered, your cheeks filled with drool. "I'm going to make you feel so much better than that, doll."

Suguru played with your nipples and kissed you. Your tongues dancing with each other, and Satoru dug his tongue deeper in you, making you moan in Suguru's mouth so he wouldn't be able to kiss you properly. Satoru wanted your attention on him as he ate you out.

You came all over Satoru's mouth as he pulled his pants down. His exposed shaft slowly rubbed against your wet pussy, sensitive from getting eaten out. Suguru wanted to go first, wanting to desperately feel your pussy around his cock, but the way you changed position to give him some attention as well, crawling to his dick that would already be sprung up, was simply enough to make all his protests disappear.

Satoru rubbed onto you first, earning a jolt from you and delayed your approaching touch to Suguru's length. Suguru glared at the already smirking Satoru who was lining his tip on your entrance.

Suguru's cock was thick. While Satoru's was long.

You spat on his cock, slowly letting your mouth wet his entirety. Suguru gasped at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping his dick. Satoru entered you then, making you moan with Suguru's cock inside your mouth.

"Fuck, she feels wonderful." Satoru groaned, but Suguru was just focused in feeling your mouth around him.

Suguru grabbed a handful of your hair just to let you do your work properly, but Satoru fucked you hard to let some of your strands fall to your face.

Satoru pounded into you hard so you won't be able to pleasure Suguru properly, so you peeled yourself off from him and have your face buried against the pillow.

"You asshole, she won't be able to suck me off if you're fucking her that hard." Suguru glared at Satoru's greed, and he only scoffed while hitting your good spots with the way you moaned out loud.

"Not my problem." Satoru said as he rammed in you. The sound of your wet pussy squelching as he toyed with your insides began filling the room. You tried to suck Suguru off, but ended up kissing his tip and his shaft from how hard Satoru fucked you. Satoru smiled at this sight, to see Suguru utterly frustrated from being too turned on, yet incapable to do anything about it.

So, he watched you instead and your reactions, then jerked off in front of you. This awakened something in you, your sight only filled by the image of Suguru pleasuring himself as he looked at you. Your eyes directed to Suguru's fist wrapped around his cock as he watched you get fucked good, his expressions pleasuring you as Satoru went in and out of you.

"Oh—god, T-Toru!" You buried your face again in the pillows, screaming his nickname on the top of your lungs.

"F-Fuck.. Suguru.." You moaned even though Satoru was inside you. Suguru smirked, and Satoru drilled into you harsher, smacking your ass until your skin was red from it.

Satoru felt like a winner again.

With the way you moaned his nickname, it was enough to make him cum. He pulled out, flipped you over so you'd be lying down on your back, then came all over your stomach. Suguru did the same and came all over your boobs, your nipples swollen, your chest covered with a clash of hickeys they both put on you.

Then, they switched places after you finish catching your breath. Satoru was unwilling, but as he was pushed, he did what he was forced to. Satoru's cock with the remains of your slick and his cum, got his thumb pressed on his tip and spread it before poking it on your lips. He glossed your lips with the mixture of your wetness and his cum before you opened your mouth for him.

He pushed it in slowly, hitting the back of your throat as you let him throatfuck you. Suguru envied this scene as he slowly entered you. You squirmed from this, Satoru was forced to pull out to let you breathe.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed. Suguru being thick made you shiver from the first entry.

"You like that, baby?" He asked, you nodded then theew your head back again to welcome Satoru's dick in your throat. Suguru acted all cocky, smirking at Satoru who was glaring at him.

Suguru fucked you both fast and slow, he'd grab any chance to tease you and make you rock your hips forward. Satoru definitely found the scene annoying and would fuck your throat until you have no other focus but his cock.

They both went in and out of you in such a pace and you went crazy with how Satoru pinched and played with your nipples. Suguru rubbed your clit as he hit your sensitive spots in competition. Satoru with little mercy in him, pulled out and let you use your hand instead. You'd try though, but Suguru was fucking you too good.

So, he lined his cock in between your boobs and completely blocked Suguru from your view. Suguru groaned out of sheer irritation, but your pussy was just too good to not fuck harder.

Satoru fucked your breasts, your boobs jiggling with Suguru's thrusts and he'd only have to hold them in place. Satoru could feel himself close as sweat trickled from his forehead down to his lean body, his cock then began spurting his warm seed on your chest. He jerked it off to release more on your face, painting your pretty features with his cum.

Suguru felt jealous of this, but as Satoru removed himself on top of you and revealed your face — pretty as ever despite being completely undone — he fucked you harder. Strings of profanities began uncontrollably leaving youe mouth, letting his name clash endlessly with it. You felt him twitch inside you, the familiar knot in your stomach coming to a close as he finally released inside you, and you came all over his cock.

Suguru felt like a winner this time as he was able to cum inside of you. Satoru glared at him, yet still felt satisfied when he gazed on your cum-coated face. With all the hickeys, the cum on your body and some dripping from inside you, they stood proud as they'd be the best you'll ever had and have.

"You're amazing." Suguru said, soft like a whisper, panting as he plopped down the empty space next to you. "Such a good girl." Satoru followed then began to search for something to clean you up with.

Oh, and don't worry, they'd be good at taking care of you, too.

Both of them lost and won in different ways. They'd both be pleasured and displeased, but would always come to a conclusion that you'd always be so good at taking both of them.

[centoru]

Geto Suguru is definitely the type to enjoy morning intimacy. More specifically, pleasuring you.

Sleeping with a tank top and your panties on was definitely a way to make him all worked up in the morning.

Suguru would drape the weight of his arms over you as the big spoon. You'd chuckle and greet him a good morning as he would shower you with light kisses with his eyes still closed, spreading from your forehead to the back of your head.

It would all be so tender and warm, until his hand would begin to caress your skin and have a mind of its own. His hand would stroke your skin, squeezing your exposed side of the waist lightly. He would play with the hem of your top as you two exchanged looks, smiling ever-so-warmly as you were both greeted with views of each other. And he would find your face so hard to look at, most especially when the tent in his boxers is beginning to poke you from behind.

You'd raise a brow at him, and he'd only kiss you, inhaling your scent as he'd continue littering kisses from your nape to your spine. He would go back to caressing you, your skin, and sneakily slip his hand into your braless torso. He'd slowly reach up to your chest, slowly trailing down your stomach with two fingers, then trail it back up until he stops onto the underside of your breast. He'd gently cup it, then fondle your breast to earn a gasp from you, he'd play with your sensitive nipple just to hear a soft whimper from you. Even after all this, you dare not to push his hand the slightest.

Suguru would take hints from your reactions and responses to his touch. He'd enjoy every bit of it—well, considering how hard he was getting and that you could practically feel him smile against your skin, he would absolutely find pleasure in it.

Suguru would slowly trace lines on your skin as he searches for the fabric of your underwear. You'd shift your position into something more comfortable, and Suguru would take it as a chance to kiss you deeper.

He would dive into your mouth, angling his face to drink you in better. Suguru would reach for the thin waistband of your panties, he'd play with it by sliding a finger on your hip, then exit when you'd gasp against his mouth.

He'd chuckle every time he earns another reaction, making it difficult for you not to beg to be touched already. As you'd pool under there with desire, your mouth slightly ajar, your eyes filled with so much want, Suguru's lips would form a small smirk.

He'd rub you gently through the thin fabric of your panties which would instantly make your hips buck forward for more friction. He'd find it amusing how pathetic you've become for a touch, but he doesn't blame you for it.

He'd rub you in a circular motion first, teasingly and agonizingly slow, waiting for more sharp thrust of your hips out of pure desperation. He'd find it entertaining when you'd press his hand down with yours, and he'd definitely mock you for being so needy in the morning when he's the one all worked up.

"More," You'd say, you'd beg, Suguru would only chuckle. He'd lift his hand, retreating it until you'd whine from frustration. "More? Baby, the day has just started."

You'd reach for his hand back, putting it on top of your stomach as you'd breathe into his neck as a way of begging. Your eyes closed, your lips pressed against the nook of his neck, his scent lingering around your nose. "Please?"

And that's all it'll take for Suguru to go utterly insane.

He'd tap your clothed clit to earn a slight whimper from you. "Do you want it, baby?" Suguru would ask, and you'd nod vigorously. He'd chuckle then bring two fingers up to your mouth, and you'd instinctively open, indulging in wetting his two fingers before he slips them right inside your panties.

To say you're wet would be an understatement. You'd be soaked, a whole lot of slick dripping for him. Suguru would rub you first, putting slight pressure on your clit before getting tired of the hindrance your panties have made. He'd hastily remove it, his lust obvious in his eyes, yet he'd never forget to be gentle.

You'd widen your legs naturally, Suguru would bring his lips to your chest, then your collarbone, then up to your neck, consuming you completely. Suguru would play with you first, his nails would trail and trace empty touches on your inner thighs before squeezing hard to get you melt into a loud whimper.

Then his fingers would enter you slowly, a groan leaving his as your back would arch, and your mouth with be left agape. He'd smile sinisterly at this, enjoying the view of your chest rising from the first contact, and the sensation of his fingers filling you up. He'd look at you while you'd struggle to face him. "You want it like that, baby?" He'd ask, and you'd nod.

Suguru loved the feeling of your tight and wet pussy caving around his fingers. His hardness would often grind on your bare hip as his desire to fuck you would be more apparent as minutes pass.

His long and slender fingers would go in and out of you in a slow and passionate manner. His fingers would leave your hole to tease your clit, earning a jolt from you, then ravage you by ramming his fingers in and out in such a feverish way. His thumb would playfully graze onto your clit, then press on it to have you moaning louder than before.

He'd latch his lips on your skin, nibbling and sucking harshly to leave marks in places he wanted to see. You'd moan his name, squirming under his touch as he began to overwhelm you with pleasure. You'd reach onto his wrist, your nails digging on his skin as you'd try to squeeze your legs shut.

But he definitely wouldn't allow that. He'd let you have your fun though, but you'd feel him smirk on your skin. He'd part from your neck to hear the loud 'chu' echoing in the four-walled room you both shared, heat rising in every part of it. You'd try to close your legs, and he'd breathe in your ears.

"Thought you wanted this? How am I supposed to touch you now?" Suguru would chuckle lowly in your ears, letting his wrist get squeezed in between your soft, milky thighs. Then, he'd go teasingly slow again, making you whimper in frustration. "Open your legs, darling."

You'd oblige even in immense sensitivity. You'd open your legs slowly, breathing heavily, and trembling slightly. Suguru would smirk, kissing the back of your ear before indulging in your pussy once more. He'd praise you by littering kisses on your neck, until he'd use his other hand to cup your cheeks and face him.

"Good girl." He'd whisper against your lips as his fingers reached deeper in you. You'd whimper against his lips and arch your back from the sensation, and he'd immediately latch his mouth on you.

He'd purposely do it fast just so you could struggle in kissing him back. Suguru definitely liked it like that. With the way he's pleasuring you, it wouldn't be a miracle for you to orgasm. You'd release all over his fingers, cumming with a shudder, panting endlessly, and Suguru would bring his cum-coated fingers up to his lips with you watching. He'd suck it clean, he'd definitely enjoy how your eyes would darken in the same desire he had, too.

"Sweet as ever." He'd tell you, then shower you with praises. His boner won't go unnoticed though. He'd buck his hips forward, and you'd press a palm on it. You'd smirk against his chest as he'd look at you, an expression you can't quite read, but it was familiar when he'd fuck you up at night.

Suguru would grind his clothed bulge on your bare pussy, still sensitive and wet from the remains of your cum. You'd shiver from the feeling, and Suguru would press on it harder.

Suguru would look up at you from burying his face into your breasts, a small mischievous smirk creeping onto his face as he continued to grind on you. He'd bring his hand down to your clit again, ignoring that you were still quite sensitive. Suguru would rub his boner on your folds, his fingers would play with your clit to heighten the pleasure and sensation, his tongue would flicker against your hardened nipples. He'd look at you while he did all this, loving every bit of reaction you showed him.

Suguru would whisper against the meeting point of your breasts, kissing it as he'd hook your legs open, lifting it up to meet his boner better. "My turn?"