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beneathstarryskies · 5 months ago

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I get off on you getting off on me

Header by @actuallysaiyan

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: cucking (Satoru is the cuck), creampie, jerking off, oral sex, fem!reader, degradation, hints of NanaGo

Inspired by this Kento x Reader x Hiromi by @actuallysaiyan

Everyone knows you’re the apple of Satoru’s six eyes. He adores everything about you, and if neither of you is on a mission then chances are he’s clinging to you or following you around like a lost puppy…Or he’s got you locked away in his apartment, trapped underneath him while he grunts, “Just one more time, I promise.”

He’s so clingy and possessive, that you would never imagine a scenario where he’d allow anyone else close to you intimately. Not that Satoru is jealous. No, he doesn’t get angry when he sees you chatting with Kusakabe or even when you go out for coffee with Ijichi. He won’t ever stop you from enjoying those things, but he makes sure he finds a way to remind everyone once more that you’re his. Whether it be sending you a large bouquet or showing off a little PDA.

So when he asked one morning, “Would you fuck Nanami?” you nearly spit your morning coffee out all over the table. He’d asked as casually as if he was asking about the weather.

“Satoru!” You gasped after barely managing to keep from choking. Your face heats up so much you’re pretty sure you could fry an egg on your cheeks.

“It’s just a question,” he shrugs. “Would you fuck Nanami?”

“I’m not even going to answer that,” you stand up from the kitchen table. You kiss the top of his head as you walk around to the sink to rinse out your cup and breakfast plate.

“Why not?” Satoru stands up to follow you. He wraps his arms around your waist and lays his head on your shoulder. His crystal blue eyes are wide, his eyelashes framing his gaze in a way that’s all too beautiful to ignore or resist.

“Because it’s a dumb question,” you chuckle. Nanami is a complete professional. Even if you do catch yourself admiring the way he fills out his suits from time to time and wondering what he looks like underneath all those layers.

Once on a mission with him, you’d been injured. Nanami had draped his jacket around your shoulders and carried you to safety. He’d been so kind and gentle with you, whispering comforting words as he’d tended your wounds. The way he’d calmly whispered, “I know, I know. It hurts,” when you’d winced while he banaged you up had lived in your mind for weeks after, making it so you flushed everytime you saw him for weeks after.

Would you fuck Nanami? Hell yes. Anyone in their right mind would. Are you going to admit that to your mischevious boyfriend who holds your whole heart even if he is an absolute menace? No. No good can come from entertaining Satoru’s whimsies.

“I would,” Satoru admits. “But what I’d really like…Is to watch him fuck you.”

“Satoru Gojo, have you lost your mind?”

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he chuckles.

“Shut up,” you pout. You push his hands away in an attempt to escape.

Satoru follows you through the apartment, stretching himself across the bed as you pretend to be very focused on getting ready for the day.

“You don’t have to answer just yet. Just think about it.”

“I’m not going to!”

But you did.

Once the idea had been planted on your mind, it took root with ease. Trying to fill out reports and attend faculty meetings had turned into a battle with your own dignity. Sitting across the table from Nanami while he talked about something mundane related to training with Itadori, meanwhile, you can’t stop thinking about being bent over while he pounds into you and then looking up to see Gojo watching with hungry eyes. You try to imagine the sounds he would make. Does he moan? Does he growl? Or maybe…he whines? You think about his big hands on your hips, pulling you in—

“—are you listening?” The annoyance is clear in Nanami’s voice as he pulls you from your thoughts. His lips are pulled into a tight frown. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Sorry, Nanami, my mind is just wandering.”

“Hm, I see,” he sips his coffee.

“Oh! Hi! If it isn’t my two favorite sorcerers in the same room,” an all too cheerful voice echoes through the teacher’s lounge. You groan as Satoru plops down on the sofa next to you, draping his arm over your shoulder.

“Don’t you have students to tend to?” Nanami asks him, a strange tone clipping his words and you can barely tell he’s looking at the way Satoru is touching you.

“Of course, but I just wanted to take a break,” Satoru lounges next to you. “You know what we haven’t done in a while?”

“What?” You ask, praying to break the tension.

“We haven’t all gone out for dinner in so long,” Satoru smirks. “What do you think, Nanami?”

“Dinner would be nice,” he agrees. You feel like you could combust just from the idea of continuing to share the same air as both of these men, outside of the confines of work.

“We should go out! Maybe…Tonight?”

“Tonight’s no good!” You blurt out.

“Oh? Do we have plans?” Satoru asks. You sink deeper into your seat as you search for a suitable lie.

Nanami leans forward, his brows deeply furrowed and his lips in a tight frown. His eyes move from you to Satoru inquisitively. “You’ve already talked to her, didn’t you?”

“I might have dropped hints,” Satoru shrugs.

You feel like your mind is momentarily stunted, and then you remember the conversation you and Satoru had shared in the morning. It’s difficult to imagine Nanami being in on such a mischievous thing, but the way he’s looking at you…

“I thought we’d agreed to have a conversation about it later, at dinner,” Nanami scowls.

They had planned this, without you. Your mind bounces between anger and curiosity. Who had mentioned it first? How did it get brought up? But then one startlingly delicious thought blocks out all others: Nanami wants to fuck you.

“I want to try,” you say, hiding your shy face behind your sweaty palms. You feel warm, calloused hands on your wrists, lowering your hands from your face. It’s Kento who has moved them, now so close you could kiss him.

“You need to be sure,” he says softly.

“I’m sure,” you insist. “But maybe…Promise not to plan things behind my back again?”

“I promise,” Kento says without hesitation.

You look at Satoru, who is whistling while looking away from you. You nudge him in the side and he acts as though he hadn’t heard you.

“Satoru,” you narrow your eyes.

“Alright! Alright! I promise!”

It’s difficult to contain your excitement throughout dinner. Satoru had advised you to follow his lead if you feel too nervous. That’s what you were prepared to do: let Satoru guide things along. After dinner, you were trying to keep your cool while cleaning up. You’re standing at the sink washing the dishes when you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Kento says against your ear before placing a kiss on your temple. His eager hands grip at your dress, bunching it up at the waist. He pulls you against him, and you can feel his length pushing against your ass through his neatly pressed pants.

“I-I just need to clean up.”

“The dishes will still be here in the morning. I’ll help you then.” He turns you around and kiss you heatedly. It’s like in that moment all of his pent up desire begins to seep out of him into this kiss. You’re both flushed when he pulls away.

You gasp, “Satoru—”

“—is waiting in the bedroom.”

Kento lifts you bridal style and carries you from the kitchen to the bedroom. Satoru has changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and is seated on the bed against the headboard. Already he’s palming at himself, making the outline of his cock prominent.

“Don’t get yourself too worked up, Satoru,” Kento chuckles. “We haven’t gotten started yet.”

Kento sits you down on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of you. His hands are gentle as he takes off your shoes and sets them aside. He caresses your stocking-covered legs before reaching your thighs, almost grabbing the clasps to your garter, but he pauses.

“If you want me to stop at any point, just tell me. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, I’ll stop.”

You nod your agreement, then he pops the clasps off your stocks and rolls each one down your leg with pristine care. You bite your lip when he leans in to press his mouth to your thigh. It’s a mix between a bite and a sloppy kiss on your skin.

Satoru leans up to watch what’s happening, his eyes focused intently. His mouth hangs slightly open as his fingers twitch with the need to rub his cock again.

“You’re beautiful,” Nanami whispers. He finally stands up and begins unbuttoning his shirt.

Your hands are trembling when you reach out to touch him, helping him untuck his shirt from his slacks. He gasps when you start for his belt. He runs his hand through your hair, brown eyes fixed on your face while you open his pants. You push them down to his knees and he does the rest of the work to kick them off before his boxers join the pile of clothes forming on the floor.

“Shit,” you whisper while taking in the sight of his hard cock, already leaking precum from the red tip. You grip his length gently and begin stroking his cock.

“Fuck, are you gonna suck his cock, baby?” Satoru asks eagerly. Before you can answer Kento is shooting a stern look.

“Not a word from you, Satoru.”

You smirk at his words. It’s not often someone speaks to Satoru in such a way. You can almost imagine him pouting against the headboard, but you choose to keep your attention on Kento for now. You drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, drawing out a deep moan from his lips.

He caresses your cheek lovingly, “Good girl.”

His praise spurs you on to take his cock in your mouth, just the tip at first. You kiss and lick the weeping head before pushing your head lower, managing to make it halfway before he proves too much.

“Don’t push yourself too much,” he says as he guides you off his cock. He leans down to kiss you while reaching behind you for the zipper of your dress. You have to stand up for him to pull it off your head, then he guides you to lay down beside Satoru.

“You’re a lucky man, Satoru,” Kento grunts as he looks at your body laid out before him. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

He pulls your panties down carefully, revealing your wet cunt to his hungry gaze. Instead of tossing them aside, he puts them on Satoru’s lap. Then, he lays on his stomach between your legs and hoists your thighs over his broad shoulders. The second his breath hits your pussy, you shiver. Instinctively you reach for Satoru’s hand as though using him to keep yourself grounded.

“I’m here, baby,” Satoru whispers soothingly. He remembers how nervous you had been when he went down on you the first time. He knows it must be a bit nerve-wracking to share such a vulnerable experience with someone new. Although, he has to admit the whines leaving your lips when Kento drags his tongue over your pussy for the first time making his cock twitch. You squeeze Satoru’s hand to stave off the urge to push yourself closer to Kento’s mouth.

“Mm, so sweet,” Kento growls between licking and suckling on your cunt.

“It feels so fucking good,” you whine.

Kento moans in response. His ministrations are already making your toes curl in anticipation. Satoru watches your chest heave as you start to arch your back. He can tell you’re close already.

With a few more swipes of Kento’s tongue, you’re coming undone. He pushes his tongue into your clenching hole to taste your arousal flowing out. When you come down from your high, he sits up on his knees. His chin glistens with your juices, and he sloppily wipes it away on the back of his hand. Then, he grabs your waist to pull you down the bed a bit.

“I need it,” he growls as he guides his throbbing cock to your entrance.

You release Satoru’s hand to wrap your arms around Kento as he pushes into you. He kisses you sloppily, making sure it’s an open-mouthed kiss so Satoru can see your tongues sliding against one another. Your tightness around his cock already has his balls drawing up. Another thrust has him bottoming out, and he drops his head to your chest as his mind momentarily grows dizzy from the way you’re squeezing him.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Y-yes,” you pant. “Please, baby, fuck me.”

Kento doesn’t need more invitation to start rocking his hips slowly.

As Kento fucks you, he nuzzles against your neck. You look over at Satoru.

Satoru watches on with flushed cheeks. His large hand continues moving over his bulge. Sticky precum forms a dark stain on his sweatpants. He lets a soft moan escape his lips as he watches Kento take you.

“Mm, I can’t believe how you’re getting off on this,” you say suddenly. Kento looks up at the sound of your voice, then realizes you’re teasing Satoru. He’s shocked to hear you being such a tease when you’re usually so sweet and doting to your lover.

“Look at the mess he’s making of himself,” Kento urges you on.

“Fuck, don’t be mean,” Satoru whines.

“No?” Kento chuckles then pulls out of you suddenly.

He rolls you over and helps you move between Satoru’s legs so you’re draped over him. Your head is on Satoru’s chest when Kento enters you from behind with a single snap of his hips. You cry out and arch your back. Satoru can feel the warmth of your heavy breaths sinking through the thin fabric of his T-shirt. Your tits just graze against his straining cock as Kento pounds into you.

“Is this mean?” Kento asks, smirking at Satoru.

“It’s fucking hot,” Satoru whimpers. “I love watching you fuck her.”

“You hear that, sweetheart? Satoru loves it.”

“Hnn, me too,” you moan and look up at Satoru. “He feels so good inside me, ‘toru.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” Satoru pleads. “I’ll cum in my pants if you keep lookin’ at me like that.”

“Poor little Satoru,” Kento starts pumping his hips harder and faster. One hand is firmly on your ass while the other reaches around to tease your clit. “She’s so fucking wet for me. Just dripping all over me.”

Satoru’s cock pushes uncomfortably against his sweats, at this point so sensitive that even the soft fabric is too much sensation. He lowers his pants just enough to take it out, letting it throb against his stomach.

“I’m close,” you moan.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” Kento rubs your clit. “Go on, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”

The coil snaps, releasing your pleasure. Your head falls against Satoru’s chest and you white-knuckle the sheets as you ride out your orgasm. You’re just coming down when Kento’s hips stutter, and he grits his teeth as he cums inside you. He continues thrusting a bit longer, pushing his seed deeper inside before pulling out. He grabs your hair and pulls your head back so he can kiss you roughly.

“So pretty,” he murmurs against your lips.

You follow him as he moves to Satoru’s side. Your lips keep meeting in sloppy kisses, and you can feel Satoru’s hands on your hips.

“Please,” Satoru whines. “Baby, I’m so hard. Please.”

Kento wraps his arms around you, pulling you to straddle his lap as he sits against the headboard.

“Should we be nice to Satoru?” you ask Kento, looking at the pathetic state Satoru has found himself in. He tugs weakly at his cock, trying so hard not to do anything without your permission.

“That’s up to you,” Kento assures you. You lean in to whisper in Kento’s ear, only to make the anticipation more intense for Satoru. “She says you can jerk off.”

Satoru doesn’t even complain about his lot. He fists his cock and begins jerking himself off. His intense gaze stays fixed on you and Kento, feeling both jealous and aroused by the way you keep kissing and touching each other. It’s so clear you’re gearing up for round two.

“Baby, look at me while I cum,” he pleads. He moans when you turn your attention to him, for a moment you pull away from Kento. Your hands are soft on Satoru’s cheeks as you cup them, then you kiss him. Just one soft kiss is all it takes for him to release. Strings of sticky, white cum spurt onto his stomach and chest.

“Fuck, fuck, I love you,” he whines.

“I love you too,” you kiss him again. Then you take Kento’s hand and pull him closer. You kiss him sweetly and cuddle against him. Satoru leans in to kiss Kento on the cheek.

“You love me too, don’t you Nanami?” He asks, with that mischief in his eyes again.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Kento scoffs.

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