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FRIENDS WHO SUCK DICK TOGETHER STICK TOGETHER

it’s so nice when toji is able to pick you up from frat parties! especially when he agrees to pick up your friends too!

pairing: dilf! toji fushiguro x fem! reader x satoru gojo contents: smut, threesome (fmm), fingering, p in v, oral (m! receiving), virgin! gojo, submissive-ish gojo, age gap (toji is late thirties, reader/satoru is start twenties), praise, creampie, pet names (kid, sweetheart, baby, sweets) alcohol consumption wordcount: 3k

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“Can I sleep at yours tonight?” Satoru leans down to ask you while placing a hand on your lower back. His breath tickles your neck, and you frown.

“No,” you reply, and Satoru whines, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. “Sleep at your own place,”

“Please, sweets,” he says, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He’s tipsy, you can tell, but he’s nowhere near drunk enough to be acting like this. You shrug him off and send him a look. Satoru’s cheeks are flushed and his hair is messy, and he’s pouting at you.

“Why?” you ask, feeling some pity for your friend, and Satoru grabs your chin, directing your face towards the other end of the room. The couple isn’t hard to spot. Shoko and Suguru have found a couch, the former sitting in his lap as they make out. You grin at the sight.

“Fucking finally,” you say, and Satoru scoffs.

“Yeah, but there’s no way I’m sleeping at the dorm if they’re gonna fuck all night,” he whines, sending you a look that could rival a kicked puppy. “Please?”

“Who’s your friend, kid?”

Toji is not happy. You send him an apologetic smile, slipping into the front seat of his car, while Satoru gets in the back, and you curse your weak resolve.

Stupid Satoru and his stupid puppy eyes.

“This is Satoru. Satoru, this is Toji.”

Satoru gets in the middle of the backseat, his gaze darting between the two of you, a smile growing on his lips. You suddenly feel far too tipsy for this confrontation.

Your friends don’t know about your little arrangement with Toji. At this point, they’ve all figured out that you’re seeing someone, but since you live off campus and the rest live in the dorms, they haven’t been able to find out who.

“Who’s this old geezer?” Satoru asks, and you sink into your seat, pinching the bridge of your nose. Toji gives Satoru a bored look, before putting the car into gear and driving toward your apartments.

“Some manners,” Toji states, ignoring Satoru as he glances at you. You feel warm all over as you decide to just look out the window to ignore the two men having a weird jab-off.

“Thank you for picking us up, Toji,” you say, hoping to butter him up, and a light gasp leaves you when Toji reaches over and squeezes your thigh, his thumb coming dangerously close to your clothed cunt. He eyes your skirt before trailing up to the slutty little shirt you opted to wear for the night.

Your cheeks burn as you meet his eyes. Despite just wearing grey sweats and a black shirt, Toji looks good. Delicious even, and you squirm in your seat. Toji smirks. Your eyes flicker to the rear mirror, and you catch Satoru staring at you wide-eyed.

“Slut”, he mouths, and you glare.

“What’s your address?” Toji asks, and both your heads whip towards him. He looks at Satoru through the back mirror as well, lips turning upwards, scar stretching. You squeeze your thighs together.

Satoru hums. “I’m sleeping at her place,” he states, eyes flicking to you in the mirror, and you shift in your seat again, looking out the window this time.

Toji hums. It’s a low, threatening sound that makes you worry slightly for your well-being, especially when his hand on your thigh tightens for a short while before it’s back on the steering wheel.

“Is that so?”

“Yes”,

You ignore the awkward tension rising in the vehicle, occasionally glancing awkwardly at the back mirror. For a second you consider if throwing yourself out of the car is a viable option.

“How old are you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, silently cursing Satoru before you hear Toji chuckle. Toji’s hand finds your thigh again and the thumb on the inside of your thigh caresses your skin.

“I’m thirty-six.”

Satoru whistles, leaning forward, one arm curling around the headrest behind you as he winks at you teasingly.

“You’re fucking a dinosaur, sweets,” he states, and you flick his forehead, ignoring his whine when he leans back.

“Thirty-six isn’t even that old,” you retort, eyes flickering to Toji when he laughs. He looks amused, you realise, and you can’t help but smile, rolling your eyes. “Besides, at least this dinosaur is actually getting some,” you add, and Satoru gasps in disbelief.

“Hey!” he starts, but Toji’s attention has seemingly been caught because he’s staring at Satoru through the rearview mirror.

“What’s that supposed to mean, kid?”

Drunk on something dangerous and the few drinks you had earlier, you teasingly shrug and place your hand on top of Toji’s on your thigh.

“Satoru is a viiiiiiiiiiirgin.”

You regret your decision.

Never in your life would you have thought that Toji would take Satoru’s side over yours. It seems completely irrational as if you’ve ended up in some alternate universe where oil mixes with water.

Your back is pressed to Toji’s chest, sitting firmly between his legs, something hard poking at your back. In front of you, Satoru sits, blinking at your ruined state, his brain completely short-circuiting.

Flushed cheeks, messy hair, wet pussy, thighs all spread open just for him.

Or at least somewhat just for him.

Toji has one hand around your waist keeping you still; meanwhile, his other hand pumps two fingers in and out of your sticky cunt, spreading you nice and open for him. He kisses your temple, murmuring pretty words, but his eyes are set on Satoru, lips turning slightly upward.

“Now, sweetheart, a person’s virginity is something sacred,” Toji states and Satoru feels his ears grow red, hardly knowing what to do with himself. It’s all so lewd, you sitting there in all your messy glory, meanwhile, Toji is completely clothed. Satoru eyes the arm holding you in place, almost gulping at the muscles.

Fuck.

“You shouldn’t tease your friend,” Toji adds, and you hiccup, eyes nearly rolling back when he curls his fingers up, locating your g-spot perfectly. “So, how are we going to make you apologise, huh?”

You bite your lower lip, eyes focusing back on Satoru, your brows knitting together. There’s an obvious bulge in his pants, and he looks bewildered at best, so out of his element that it’s almost funny. You can’t believe he agreed to do this.

It doesn’t surprise you that Toji is a cherry chaser, but you never thought Satoru’s virginity would be up on the table.

“I’m sorry, ah, so sorry, Toru,” you whine, and when you reach for him, Satoru wastes no time, crawling forward and letting you cup his face. “Can you forgive me?”

He wants to come up with some sassy, smart reply, but it’s proving itself difficult when the sound of your slick pussy is filling the room and your little gasps and moans spill from your lips like honey.

“Of course”,

Toji laughs, deep and rumbling, and Satoru feels himself grow even hotter, especially when you’re pulling him in, shaky hands zipping open his pants, attempting to get them off. He helps you without a word, quickly shrugging them off before he’s on you kissing you messily. He’s greedy, swallowing you up before he’s pulled back by the hair.

Toji’s grip is firm on Satoru, and he shakes his head.

“Not so fast, brat,” he states, removing his hands from your pussy, ignoring your whine as he puts them in front of Satoru. Your jaw fully drops when Satoru opens his mouth without complaint, sucking Toji’s fingers clean of your slick. Satoru moans at the taste and you feel yourself pulse with need.

“I’m letting you borrow my sweet thing; the least you can do is show some respect to your elders.”

You huff, squirming in his lap and rolling your eyes.

“God, old man, why do you have to be so–”

You don’t get to finish your sentence because soon Toji’s fingers are stuffed down your throat instead, letting you taste the remnants of yourself and Satoru, and you moan. Toji shushes you, kissing your temple.

“Holy fuck,” Satoru states, and you glare at him, hardly able to retort when your mouth is full. There are stars in Satoru’s eyes when he crawls forward, eager to get his hands on you.

Toji pats Satoru’s cheek before moving his hands down, pulling his dick free from his boxers. You gasp at the sight, your eyes going glossy. It’s so pretty, all red and leaking at the tip. He’s not as girthy as Toji, but he might be even longer, and you silently pray for your cervix's well-being.

Toji seems to make the same observation as you because he removes his fingers from your mouth and strokes your cheek softly.

“Guess you won’t need more preparation, huh, sweetheart?” His tone is teasing, but you don’t miss the blush on Satoru’s cheeks, especially not when Toji brings his hand down, guiding Satoru’s dick through your slick folds.

“Please,” you whine, hands pulling Satoru closer, scratching his undercut and making him shudder.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs under his breath, eyes trained on your pretty needy cunt, dying to feel your heat wrapped around him.

“You nervous, kid?” Toji asks. Satoru grins.

“Nah”,

The first push of his hips against yours is pure ecstasy, your walls sucking him in, as you claw at him. You’ve barely been fed a couple of inches, and you’re so cockdrunk, wrapping your legs around Satoru’s waist, begging him to fuck you already.

Satoru’s eyes are squeezed shut, and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, feeling completely overwhelmed. The feeling of pussy is unlike anything he could’ve imagined, and his dick throbs inside of you, immediately ready to pump you full.

“Move,” you whine, always so impatient, and Satoru whines, shaking his head.

“Gimme two seconds,” he says, taking a deep breath, and he feels your body vibrate when Toji laughs, somehow only making Satoru feel closer to his inevitable end.

He’s not exactly interested in giving too many thoughts as to why that might be, so instead he slowly begins grinding into you. The mewl you let out is sinful, and you grip him tight, nails digging into his skin as you throw your head back on Toji’s shoulder.

Satoru’s brows fly up, and he meets Toji’s gaze.

“Is she always like this?”

Toji huffs.

“With me, she’s worse.”

That seems to start something, because soon enough you’re getting your guts rearranged, every push and pull of Satoru’s cock causing pleasure to shoot through your body. It’s so good that you can hardly form a thought, let alone a sentence, wondering how the fuck this is Satoru’s first time when he’s making you feel this good.

Satoru is no better. His face is buried in the column of your neck again, practically drooling onto your skin as he bullies himself inside of you, revelling in every moan you let out. It’s all so new, especially when a big hand once again runs through his hair and he’s eye to eye with Toji, who grins at him.

“Thrust upwards,” he states, and Satoru’s hips stutter for a moment as he processes the demand. Something delicious is turning in his gut, and he lets out a dumb huh, feeling completely stupid from the grip of your pussy. “Upwards, kid”,

Once his brain finally catches up, he does as he’s told, a faint voice in the back of his head asking him why he’s taking commands from some old man, but then the head of his cock hits somewhere good, and your sensitive walls constrict around him so tight it makes his eyes roll back.

The moan that leaves you is downright filthy, something between a sob and a whine, but it seems like a good thing, so he decides to focus his attention on that spot, hitting it over and over again.

"That's it.”

Satoru’s head snaps towards Toji, who’s kissing your neck, one hand grabbing your tit, rolling his thumb over your nipple, while the other snakes down your body.

“You close?” he asks, and Satoru nods, biting his lower lip to keep anything embarrassing from spilling. Toji chuckles. It’s deep and raspy, and it only makes the knot in Satoru’s stomach tighten as he grips your hips and fucks you harder.

“Ah, that’s not gonna work, dumbass,” Toji says, and the hand on your tit moves to Satoru’s abdomen, slowing him down. The other hand moves to your clit, rubbing firm circles that make you twitch and gasp for air.

“Sir”, you gasp, a hand flying down to grip his wrist, but it’s hardly effective, doing nothing to stop the assault on your poor clit.

“Let me help you, baby,” Toji says, before turning his attention back to Satoru. “Steady pace, there you go.”

Satoru feels dizzy, enchanted by your cunt and somehow also by Toji's presence.

“Good boy.”

He nearly blacks out when he comes, a broken whine leaving him as he spills inside you, fucking you through his orgasm. Toji’s skilled hand, along with Satoru burying himself as deep as he can go, tip pushing against your cervix makes you come soon after, your body going rigid as your eyes roll back.

It’s a glorious sight, and Toji groans, removing his hand from your clit when tears begin to spill down your cheeks. It takes Satoru a minute or two to come back down, but when he does, he giggles at your tear-stained cheeks.

“Always such a crybaby,” he teases, and you pout, especially when he pulls out, watching cum leak out of your messy pussy.

“I’m not,” you sob, feeling Toji wipe your tears before pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Not bad for your first time, kid.” Toji stays, and Satoru rubs his neck, shrugging.

"Yeah. Thanks,”

He’s ready to go to the bathroom and clean himself up, but then you’re getting out of Toji’s lap and dragging Satoru down beside you, so you’re both between his legs.

This feels a little weird, and Satoru almost gulps when he looks up at Toji.

“It’s polite to return the favour, Toru,” you say, and he blinks at you, especially when you rub your cheeks against the bulge in Toji’s sweat, looking up at the old man with hearts in your eyes. “I’ll help you.”

It’s unbelievable.

Satoru is used to seeing you so dominant.You’re sassy, and smart, and most of all, you’re pretty much always teasing him, never letting him relax. Always one to start arguments (even the ones you can’t win).

With Toji, you’re sweet. A completely different woman, pliant, docile, obedient. Satoru’s not even sure if Toji has done anything in particular; the man radiates dominance, but you’re just so eager to please as you keep eye contact and pull his dick out of his sweats, immediately sucking on the tip. It’s like you’re a completely different woman.

Satoru’s eyes nearly roll out of his head when he eyes the sheer size of Toji’s dick, but then you’re turning your attention towards him, urging him to come closer, pulling off Toji's cock with a pop.

“C’mere”, you giggle, and Satoru almost whines, especially when you put Toji’s cock to his mouth and he licks a stripe down the side. “Good boy”,

Satrou feels himself twitch, and he gasps, especially when you join in, and now you’re both licking and sucking Toji’s dick, tasting the precome dripping out of his slit and worshipping him in all of his glory.

“Fuck”, Toji’s eyes are shut in bliss, and he puts a hand on each of your heads, guiding you up and down as he pleases. He cracks an eye open, pulling Satoru off before he guides your head down till his pubes are tickling your nose and you’re choking on it.

Tears prick in your eyes, and you moan, gagging as you grip Toji’s thigh while the other digs into Satoru’s hand. When Toji finally pulls you off, you gasp for air, and Satoru is just about to tease you, but then it’s his turn, apparently, and before he knows it, Toji is guiding his head down on his cock.

Satoru moans, especially when he feels your nails raking down his scalp; meanwhile, you’re crawling up, kissing Toji messily. He cradles the back of your head, and kisses you messily, sloppy, meanwhile his hips are thrusting up into Satoru’s mouth, twitching each time he gags on it.

Satoru barely feels the twitch before Toji comes down his throat while releasing a series of sinful moans into your mouth. He keeps him there for a few seconds, riding out his high before he pulls off Satoru too, kissing him on the mouth.

“You’re much more tolerable when my cock is down your throat,” Toji compliments, and Satoru can't help but grin, especially when you kiss him too.

“Mhm, thank you, Toru baby,” you add, kissing his neck. “Did so well.”

As if on cue, it seems that your tiredness catches up with you, and you sink into the comfort of your sheets, sighing. You feel the bed creak when Toji gets up, slapping your ass before saying something about cleaning up and getting a towel.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

It sounds like a question, but it seems to you that Satoru has already drawn a conclusion. Huffing, you attempt to ignore the beating of your heart and the tiny lump in your throat.

“No”,

“Does he know that?” When you open your eyes, Satoru is still grinning, wiggling his eyebrows at you, and you groan.

“Fuck off,” you say, glancing towards your door before looking back at Satoru. “There’s cum on your chin, by the way.”

thank you for reading!

@satorusprites HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONTH CUTIEPIE!!

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