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No. 006

AKA: "Ascent"

notes: idea that I had a long time ago. had to squeeze out of my brain like that last little bit of toothpaste.

wc: 3.330k

warnings: fem!reader, noncon, semi-public, manhandling, degradation, facial, creampie, cum eating, (1) face slap, mean mean bully men, cervix fucking (unrealistic), Geto's sinful minxy face needs to (never) shut up, according to him your pussy is a she/her

It's time to relax. That's what you've been telling yourself for hours, from the moment you left your little apartment and drove a couple hours to this spa hotel. It's time to get away, to stop thinking about work and stress and everything that makes you want to spin out. You deserve this, the hit to your savings be damned.

You check in and get your room key from the front desk, and wheel your suitcase to the elevator. You never liked them much, too cramped and making your stomach swoop when they start and stop. But four flights of stairs is also not your idea of relaxing.

You're relieved that it's empty when you step on, but a couple floors up the elevator stops and the doors rattle open to reveal a pair of young men.

You can't help but keep glancing at them. They seem different to you, handsome, but strange. They’re dressed oddly, it almost looks like a school uniform but you’re certain they’re at least university-age. They're both tall, good looking. One has long black hair, and the other medium length, but white. They seem to contrast each other in both appearance and demeanor, but they seem so comfortable in the other's presence.

One of them catches you looking and the elevator stops, giving a heart-lurching shake. You’re getting ready to press the emergency call button when the black-haired one sighs.

“This one, Satoru? Really?” He sounds amused and bored.

“I like girls who think I’m pretty.”

“That's because you're a narcissist.”

“Hah.”

You really should have pressed the button when you had the chance. “Um, excuse me…?”

The space is so small; in the blink of an eye the white-haired one, Satoru, has you pressed against the wall, the small handrail digging into your back.

“C’mon, you think I’m handsome right? I saw you looking at me this whole time. Don’t you like my face?”

“What—I’m—” You protest, eyes wide in shock as your scrambling mind to get words out. “Please move. Let go of me.”

He ignores you entirely. “You’re pretty yourself. You know, if you asked me to kiss you I probably would.” He grips your chin, tilting your head up. Some kind of white cloth covers his eyes, you can’t see them at all, subject to nothing but his cheshire grin. “I can tell you want to, hmm? ‘Please kiss me Satoru’. That’s all you have to say.”

“Please help me.” Your words are directed at the other young man, but the black-haired one only gazes back at you with a passive curiosity, his eyes flashing between his companion and yourself. He’s leaning casually against the wall, his hands in his pockets.

“My feelings are gonna get hurt if you keep paying attention to someone else when I’m right in front of you.” Satoru is pouting, and his grip on your chin becomes cruel, your cheeks and lips forced into an unseemly pout. Your eyes well up in tears. “If you didn’t want me, you shouldn’t have led me on like that.”

There’s a thread of menace in his saccharine tone that feels like ice down your spine.

The weight of your situation crashes down on you instantly, and you burst into tears. You miss the white-haired man’s eye roll, and their sudden banter makes you cry harder.

“She was supposed to be mine, Suguru” Satoru complains, shaking your chin a little in gesticulation. “It’s not fair.”

“Don’t blame me. The heart wants what it wants, or should I say pussy.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Shut up, you can have the next one.”

“That’s not the point,” Satoru grumbles under his breath. The sudden shift next to your head makes you look up to see Suguru planting a kiss on Satoru’s pout. “Don’t think you’re off the hook just because you’re cute.”

“You can get back at me later. Let’s get on with it, ‘kay? We can't hang around, work to do.”

“Please don’t,” you croak. Both men peer down at you as you plead with them, one of them frowning, the other giving a self-satisfied grin. You’re shaking now, trapped like prey beneath their fangs. You can tell by a single look in the black-haired one’s eyes that neither of them has any intention of letting you go. Your hands shake as they curl into the black fabric of Satoru’s uniform, suddenly terrified at the prospect of being handed off to the other man. “W-wait, I’m sorry—please no. No, no no, I don’t want him. I don’t, I swear."

Despite how you cling to him, Satoru takes painstaking care to peel your fingers from his jacket, his expression comically forlorn. He clicks his tongue regretfully. “You should’ve figured that out sooner. I would’ve treated you nicer, you know.”

You hear Suguru scoff a laugh behind you before two large hands seize your waist and drag you forward. You yelp and struggle, clawing at him until his fingers dig cruelly into your hips, sure to leave heavy bruising for later. You stop struggling with a low yelp of pain.

"Behave," he chides genially as he pops the buttons of your blouse, your bra coming into view. “Or don't, up to you. I'll have fun either way.”

One of his hands moves to caress your breast over the fabric before he hooks a finger in the front and pulls it down. He hums, taciturn, as they flop free.

"Hmm, nice,” Satoru sighs. “I'm still gonna play with her, you know. Those tits are crying for me.”

Suguru snorts. “I never said you couldn't.”

You hate that he's still bearing that smirk. You hate that he's tall. You hate that if you'd seen someone like him when you were in college, you probably would have gone for him—or hoped he’d go for you. You slump, letting him manhandle you until your tits are pressed to the cool glass of the elevator wall, your hips jutted out as he flips your skirt up. You grit your teeth at the sound of tearing, feeling the thin fabric of your tights torn open before large hands palm your ass over your panties, kneading the flesh and pulling them apart.

A few sharp, pointed tugs, elastic digging into your skin as you whimper, and your panties fall to the ground in tatters. You can feel him pressing closer behind you, something hard pressing into your ass as he ruts against you as if exploring you.

Your whole body is shaking, your trembling breath visible in the mirror and fogging your terrified expression. Curious fingers trace over your labia and your head snaps to see Satoru reaching beneath you. His blindfold is gone, stunning you with heartbreaking blue eyes. A smile tugs at his lips. “Wow, she really doesn’t want you. She’s so dry, Suguru.”

“Not my problem,” Suguru sighs, swatting his hand away. You squeak as you feel his blunt cockhead rubbing against your cunt, probing for entrance.

The other man tuts and pushes him away, and you scramble into the corner on instinct, as far from them as possible. With your back to the wall, you can see Satoru’s broad back, as if he were blocking his friend from you. A thought enters your mind and you shudder:

dogs fighting over meat.

“Just watch,” Satoru insists. “It never takes much.”

He turns to look back at you again, a wide smile in place that has you pressing deeper into your corner as if that would let you escape him. His firm torso presses against yours and long fingers frame your cheeks as he raises your face up to his.

“Please.” Your voice isn’t much beyond a cracked whisper, and he hushes you almost lovingly. But his only response is to press his lips to yours, hands moving to cup your jaw firmly, securing it in place when you try to jerk away. He’s insistent, resilient against your struggles, and infinitely patient, chuckling into your mouth when you finally submit and let him in. His tongue slides against yours, coaxing you to respond to no avail, but even that doesn’t stop him. His hands continue to grope your waist as he delves deeper, spit starting to leak freely from the corners of your mouth.

One of his hands wanders up your chest, and he releases a pretty moan as his fingers brush over your pebbled nipples. His lips are shining as he pulls back to look at you and he starts to tease them to hardness. You feel that familiar tightening sensation as he succeeds, and bite back the mortifying urge to moan yourself as he pinches at them lightly.

Suguru is watching, leaning against the opposite wall. He’s maintaining that aloof demeanor of his, but his hand is slowly stroking his cock, each movement measured and intentional, savoring the display. He catches your eye and gives you a little sneer, squeezing his cockhead on the next upstroke. The tip shines with pre that he spreads around and you feel your chest flush inappropriately at the sight.

Satoru’s shoulder blocks your view as he moves, and shock courses through you as he hooks your legs under his arm and lifts you up, resting your back on the wall. You can feel the hard, covered length of him pressed flush to your core, eyes flashing to his face as Satoru gives a pleased sigh, the fabric of his pants scraping against your cunt as he grinds against you.

“Told you it wouldn’t take much, Suguru. She’s soaked now, just needed a little bit of attention to make her feel special.”

Flames lick your face and neck when you finally feel it, the wetness spreading across his groin, getting sticky on your inner thighs.

You feel your breath hitch as slender fingers brush your clit. Your hands dig tight into his arms, wild eyes no longer searching for escape but meeting the bright blues gleaming at you in gleeful triumph. He tries to kiss you again but you turn your head with a distressed whimper.

“There she is,” he croons against your cheek, giving the flesh a soft bite and moaning again as he continues to rut against your core. “Fuck, I bet you’d feel so nice. It’s really too bad. I guess I’ve had my fun for now.”

“I didn’t think you were going to give her back,” Suguru sighs from behind you. Fear glazes your eyes as Satoru sets you down. You feel unsteady, your shoe catching on nothing as you stumble forward. Rougher hands catch your arms as the other man stabilizes you. He chuckles at your stricken expression. “At least you’re running to me now, I think I’ll forgive you for your little crying match earlier. I might not be as nice as Satoru but I don’t think I’ll leave you with any complaints.”

You shake your head quickly as his grip tightens and try to pull away, but the dark-haired man holds fast. Panic-filled you sink away from him in any way possible, your knees buckling and pulling your body to the floor. Instead of fighting the fall, Suguru allows it, his body chasing yours down as a fierce grin spreads across his face. He laughs as you push and slap at his chest trying to force him away, but his body is like a cage trapping you to the cold ground.

He gives you a quick slap across the cheek that stuns you into being still. There wasn't enough force to leave behind much pain, but a light sting spreads across the flesh, warming immediately. You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to face him anymore.

You can hear him shuffling off his pants now, hear his panting breaths, feel the bump of his knuckles against your weeping slit as he strokes himself to the sight of your submission.

Then his patience seems runs out.

Your eyes fly wide as he pushes against your opening and forces your walls open to the shape of him. Your mouth falls open soundlessly—it's like he's pushed into your stomach and forced all your air away. You should have looked, you might have fought harder.. You would've pleaded, tried to find another way out. Begged for Satoru to take you instead.

Geto pushes his palm against your abdomen as he forces another couple inches into you, and you find your voice with a pitched wheeze as a confusing mix of pain and pleasure blooms brightly throughout your body. “Ah, ah please stop—you're hurting me!”

Geto grinds into your pulsing cunt with a satisfied hum, brushing your hair away from your face. He leans in close and you flinch, only to be bewildered as he presses his lips to your forehead. Warm breath bathes your ear as he leans in with a shiver inducing whisper. “I know. But you'll take it right? Cause I want deeper into this sweet little pussy.”

You keen loudly as he pulls out and thrusts back in, cock pushing hard against your cervix like he wants in there too. He groans, elated, as your thighs shake, and your breathing unevens into quick gasping pulls.

“Satoru, I need to let you pick more often. This cunt is fucking divine.”

You think you hear the other man moan in response but it's forgotten almost immediately as Geto pulls on your thigh, moving it around his waist in order to get closer to you. You hate the tingling heat that's beginning to spread throughout your body. It hurts, it's hot, it feels good. Your mind can't catch up. The sound of his hips snapping against yours fills the elevator. You can't tell if you're moaning or crying.

You can't catch your breath at all. Time isn't moving right. Geto's weight over you is suffocating. The way his cock bullies your pussy feels like it's keeping you in a constant inhale, each time the thick head bottoms out against your cervix your gasp echos in the small space.

“I can't, no more, hck—” your whine catches on a hiccup and he groans, actually pausing in his assault as his dick throbs inside you.

“God damn that caught me by surprise,” Geto pants, grabbing your cheeks in his hand and squishing until your lips jut out. “Anyone ever told you that ruined is a good look on you? Satoru, look at this pathetic mess. I could cum just looking at this face.”

Satoru sighs. He sounds so envious. “I'm gonna cum just watching you enjoy her. They always look so good when you make them cry.”

Your whimpering excites Geto into moving again, thick tears running down your face as the warm slide of his cock actually soothes the creeping burn in your tummy. You're sure your mascara is ruined, probably contributing to the lust burning in his eyes. His grip on your cheeks gets fierce, forcing a whine out of you as something in your starts to coil tight.

“Go on, beg me to stop again and I might actually be done here. Your broken little voice turns me on so fucking much—c'mon, beg. Make me cream this tight little pussy.”

“Fuck, Sugu—” The other one hisses and you see through the wet blur on your lashes that Satoru is standing over you, stroking his pretty flushed cock, his movements short and quick. He kneels quickly, blocking the bright lights above you. “Open her mouth.”

Geto releases your cheeks and pushes three fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and forcing your jaw wide. Each sound that comes out of you now is louder, muddled, almost drowning out Satoru's harsh pants as he comes undone.

Thick, hot cum spills across your tongue and cheeks, neck, carelessly aimed and messy, and Geto fucks you harder, his cheeks flushed, mouth falling open as he takes you in. He drops your thigh and crowds closer to you, fingers pulling from your lips for him to grab the back of your neck and angle your mouth towards his.

You whine in surprise as his tongue prys your lips open and licks into your mouth. There's cum all over your face and in your mouth and he's moaning happily as he tastes it on your tongue. It's sinful and sickening and it makes you clench down on his cock, toes curling as you fight away the feeling he's giving you.

“Nuh uh, baby.” Geto pants, pulling back and dragging his tongue through the mess on your cheek. “Feel it all. Feel every bit of this. Gonna cum right where you need it, yeah? F‐fuck lemme in, baby, c'mon, I can feel her opening up for me. Just gotta relax and let your pussy do the thinking, let her take the wheel—” he cuts off with a shuddered groan as your loud keen takes over the small space. You had no idea how you were supposed to let this man any more in than he already was until you felt him shove his way through you. It hurts so good that you can feel yourself babbling at him, but you can't hear yourself. You can only hear him.

"Oh fuck yes, you feel that baby? She let me right in there. Mm, yeah. Such a greedy little womb, ngh, bet she's purring now. Sucking every drop out of me. Think she'll ever let me go?”

You watch as his head tilts back, his long soft black hair brushing your legs and giving you goosebumps. You can feel him still spilling into you, hot gushes with every little grind he gives to push it deeper into you. After everything else, it's soft and rhythmic, and he's still unbelievably hard. You try to hide the moan, terrified at how he's making you feel. Warm, tingly, too good—all the blood in your head is rushing straight to your pussy, your hips mindlessly jumping into his for more friction.

Lazy, euphoric glazed eyes peer down at you, followed by a wicked grin. Geto shifts his hips, his pelvic bone now flush against your mound and you chew your lip down against a moan as your clit throbs with greed. He keeps his grind at that perfect slow pace, watching the way you vainly resist unraveling.

“You don't need to fight it. You deserve to feel good after all that, right? You put on a good show for ‘toru, for me. Gave us exactly what we needed. Let yourself enjoy it now, hm?” His smile widens as your walls flutter around his cock, making it twitch in renewed interest. Your mewls are getting more desperate as the friction reaches a boiling heat. “Oh it's okay, darling. There you go, shh baby. Let it all out.”

You bawl as pleasure ignites across your body, your orgasm rolling through you and making your world spin. You can hear him groan on the edge of your consciousness, feel him settling back on his hips as his cock finally slips free of your womb, your combined slick shining on his wiry hairs. A few moments later he pulls his softening cock out of you, warmth spilling out of your spent pussy in wet gush.

Your breathing is unsteady as you come down from the haze, cold creeping in from your ripped clothes as Geto finally disengages from you. He shuffles back and stands to fix his clothes.

“Can I please go now?” You sniff, tears streaking your face. You sit up slowly, body is hot and used, tacky drying juices all over your face and chest and you just want to sink through the floor and disappear.

One of them crouches in front of you. You’re too ashamed to see which.

“I don’t think so. Turns out, I don’t think we’re done with you yet.”

Your shining eyes raise to see Geto holding your room key card up in front of your face. He tosses it to his friend, who catches it with a deft hand.

“Satoru, let’s help her settle in. It's the least we could do for all the trouble. I bet she'll even have a nice little thank you present for you afterwards.”

A numbness takes hold of you as Satoru puts his hand on the elevator wall and the machine jerks back to life. His finger hovers over buttons, giving you a cheeky grin.

“Going up, right?”

#satosugu x reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader #yuli writes #tw.noncon

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