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you didn’t realize you and your boyfriend needed couple’s therapy until it came time to have sex.
naoya is a selfish man, and that’s especially obvious in bed. he’ll fuck you raw, fuck you until you cry, all the while he completely neglects your clit and comes inside of you not even two minutes later. and masturbating has done little to nothing to relieve you off this pent up sexual frustration, especially if you’re doing it every single time after the two of you have sex.
after another sleazy job of fucking you, you bring it up to naoya.
“don’t be ridiculous,” he laughs, stretching his arms out before getting to his feet. “how do ya not come? doesn’t make sense.” that’s it. that’s all he says.
“so, who are you here to see?”
the receptionist looks up at you through her disheveled brown hair, a cigarette hanging impatiently from her lips as she waits for you to respond. she looks like she’d snap at you if you used the wrong tone with her.
“uh, gojo, i believe,” you tell her, gripping the strap of your bag awkwardly. “i was rescheduled from last friday for today.”
the receptionist, shoko according to her nametag, raises her eyebrow amused. looks like you gave her the answer she was looking for. she does take a drag out of her cigarette before responding to you, but nods as she does so.
“ah, yes, satoru’s 4 o’clock.” the sound of her nails striking the keys on her keyboard is the only sound that can be heard throughout the whole building, besides the occasional thump coming from down the hall. “you’re his last client of the day. he should be finished with his 2 o’clock right now. go ahead down the hall: room 3.”
you nod, giving shoko a quick, polite bow, before turning on your heel to head down the hall. despite how empty the building is, it is quite professional looking; plaques seem to occupy every square inch of the wall, it’s beautifully decorated with plants and paintings, and it smells… oddly sweet, like there’s little keebler elves in the vents cooking plethoras of different cookies.
the building is owned by two different couples therapists, both accredited for being the absolute best in tokyo while both barely in their early 30s. satoru gojo and suguru geto were renowned for the way they approached their clients and you’ve only ever heard good things about them. all of their clients somehow resolve all of their issues with their romantic partner, every single one. crazy.
you eventually reach room 3 near the middle of the hallway. you can tell is gojo’s office because of the diplomas on either side, one of them his master’s, the other is doctorate, with “satoru gojo” printed in big, bold letters in the dead center. you heard he got his doctorate at 26, but you’re not entirely sure if you believe that. his success rates are high, but does that really correlate with being a young doctor? before you can answer your own question, the door opens suddenly like satoru has been waiting for your arrival. you freeze in your tracks, a bit taken aback by the doctor.
the man’s at least 6’3” and handsome, and that’s an understatement. you’ve never seen someone with such pure hair or bright eyes, but you’ve also never seen someone so well built, especially someone who you thought was too good to be true. he’s dressed in a pair of black slacks and a plain black t-shirt, one that’s obviously not doing much to cover his broad chest or large biceps. you take a little too much time taking in the man in front of you that you don’t realize he’s trying to capture your attention, his name falling from your mouth like it’s been sitting dormant on his tongue and he’s just been waiting to use it.
“i can see you when you’re ready, ma’am,” he says, his hand gripping the door as he keeps it open for you. “take your time.”
his tone is friendly, yet professional, and you feel like your legs might give out from under you.
“s-sorry,” you apologize, bowing politely. did you just… stutter? what the hell?
satoru doesn’t seem to notice (or at least comment on it) and he just gives you a friendly smile. “it’s alright. i understand therapy can be intimidating.”
he opens the door a bit wider for you and you give him a sheepish smile as you walk past him. god, he’s broad. and as you step into his office and the first thing you notice is the amount of candles burning. that’s got to be a fire hazard. but the window’s cracked open a bit and there’s a standing fan rotating, occasionally blowing your shirt up a bit when it lands on you, so it must be fine. you sit down on one of the armchairs. you must look nervous as hell because satoru chuckles a bit as he sits down in the couch across from you.
“there’s nothing to be worried about,” satoru tells you, getting comfortable on the couch.
you notice that, unlike conventional therapists, he doesn’t have a clipboard or anything; his presence is enough, apparently. but, you’re not going to judge him so quickly. he seems observant enough.
“sorry,” you apologize again, pursing your lips into a firm line.
satoru raises his brow, resting his hand on his chin. “no need to be sorry; there’s nothing to apologize about.” you nearly passed out at just those words.
feeling just a bit more comfortable, you pull your bag up over your head and place it on the floor in front of you.
“so,” satoru finally says, crossing his legs, his eyes fixated on you, “you’re here because of issues with your boyfriend, naoya zenin.”
you notice how there’s an almost distasteful way in how he says your boyfriend’s name, but you must be imagining it; there’s some sort of bias in your that’s materializing itself in everything related to naoya. you nod timidly. “uh, yeah, we’re having… ahem, issues.”
“issues, okay,” satoru muses, tilting his head back slightly to look at the ceiling. “can you be more specific? what kind of issues? communication… boundaries… intimate?”
your shoulders tense up a bit as it rolls off his tongue. intimate. you’re not even in his line of vision, but you can see his adam’s apple bob as he grins a bit to himself at your reaction. “uh, the last one,” you respond quickly.
satoru nods. he knew it.
“i’m going to be unprofessional with you for a moment,” satoru says, sitting back up straight and resting an arm behind the couch. “you’re not the first person to come to me about a zenin, naoya in particular. i’m sure you know you’re not his first… lover.”
you just clench your hands by your side a bit tighter and nod. you know you’re not his first and you’re certainly not his last; you just didn’t realize that he was that bad in bed that his former “lovers” had to seek therapy for it, let alone with satoru gojo.
“really?” is all you can say.
once again, satoru chuckles. “yes, ma’am. i’ve gotten people in here for naoya, his cousin fushiguro, even his dad.” he laughs a bit to himself, but you just raise your eyebrow. this feels like a violation of rights, but you don’t say much else. “seems like the zenin clan isn’t the best at producing offspring that can please.” he pauses for a moment. “but that’s besides the point.”
you almost feel insulted on naoya’s behalf, but once again, you don’t comment on his little ramble. “tell me why you’re here,” satoru says again, lowering his glasses on his nose a bit. you can see his bright blue eyes without obstruction and they’re just beautiful.
once again, you trip over your words before regaining your composure. “uh, well,” you clear your throat, shifting in your seat a bit. “we have… intimacy issues.”
satoru nods. he already knew that; he could just smell it on you the moment you walked in. you were just not enjoying yourself in bed, poor thing. “what exactly does that mean? too much sex? not enough sex? unenjoyable sex?”
you grimace a bit every time the word “sex” leaves his mouth. he certainly has an unorthodox way of going about things. “unenjoyable,” you mutter. you flick your thumb nails together, hearing the faint click each time they collide. “well, for me, at least.”
satoru lets out a low hum, shaking his foot a bit. “it’s enjoyable for him, but not for you?” he repeats, in which you nod slowly. “why’s that? you say it’s… enjoyable for him, so i assume he finishes and you don’t.” there’s a long, pregnant pause that hangs in the air between you two when you don’t answer. he cocks his head to the side a bit, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. “am i right in assuming that?”
you inhale sharply before letting out a brief exhale through your teeth. “uh, yeah,” you respond, a bit embarrassed at the admission. “i mean, i finish sometimes when i… masturbate.” the last word is barely audible as your voice drops a couple of octaves, but satoru is attentive enough to connect the dots.
“ah… that’s no good,” satoru tuts. he shifts on the couch to prop his elbows onto his knees, closing the gap between the two of you ever so slightly. “masturbation is a good way to… let’s say, release sexual frustration and replace it with sexual satisfaction, but that mostly applies to single people.” you furrow your brows a bit, but satoru continues on his tangent. “having to frequently masturbate to reach your climax because your sexual partner is neglecting your desires just continues to influence your ability to orgasm in the future.”
satoru leans on his arms, his forearms tensing through the material of his shirt. “do you understand what i’m saying?”
you just look back at him with a blank expression. he has it on the nose, but what could he possibly prescribe to fix this issue? you know good and well that naoya won’t let you drag him along to therapy, and you don’t think a prescription for “better sex” is going to fix anything. you clear your throat before speaking. “so my constant masturbation makes it… harder for me to finish when i have sex?”
satoru claps his hands together, letting out an amused laugh. “good girl, you listened. but it’s not just that. you also have a shitty sexual partner.”
you let out an annoyed huff. you knew that much; it was obvious. “i figured, but what am i supposed to do about that? he never listens to me.”
satoru notices how annoyed you are and purses his lips. “well, my first suggestion is to break up with him,” he says bluntly, holding up his pointer finger; it’s long. he then holds up a second one, a small smirk on his face. “and, well, for my second suggestion. i’m your therapist. i’m here to help you.”
you notice the way he shifts in his seat and you haven’t misssed the way he’s been drinking you in the moment you walked into his office. your jaw slacks a bit and you clench your hands around your knees. “uh, i know, but… i don’t think there’s much you can do.”
satoru sits back on the couch, resting his hands on the inside of his legs. “of course there is. it’s quite literally my job to make my patients feel better.”
he pats the cushion beside him and you think you might throw up. you physically have to push yourself out of the armchair by the armrests to get to your feet because your legs feel numb.
“calm down,” he laughs. “i’m here to make you feel better.”
you’re closer than you think and satoru wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, your back against his chest. you gasp at the brute action, but satoru just grins to himself. satoru’s legs are long and from the way you’re positioned on him, your own legs don’t even reach the ground.
“calm down.”
your heart is pounding in your chest and satoru can feel it through your back. he holds you flush against his chest and sits up to rest his chin on your shoulder, using his free hand to push your hair behind your ears.
“i’m not gonna hurt ya,” he reassures you before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “just gonna make up for everything your useless boyfriend can’t do for you.”
satoru hooks his finger over the bridge of his glasses and he tosses them carelessly onto the console table before shoving his tongue into your mouth and down your throat; his tongue is the first thing to make contact with your mouth, not even his lips. you whine, but he eagerly swallows every little noise you make. he digs finger into your jawline, making your rhythm stutter and he takes complete control.
when satoru pulls back, he barely gives you time to breathe before he continues to move on you. fisting your hair in his hand, he pulls your head and latches onto your neck like a hungry predator. you can feel him bite into your neck, quickly covering it up with his tongue to press into your delicate skin, but you wince, your knees clashing together.
“satoru!” you exclaim, covering your mouth suddenly, but satoru thinks it’s precious.
“shh, you’re fine, princess.” you now realize why he has such a high success rate. you’re already quivering and he’s barely even touched you.
satoru pulls the neck of your shirt down to get better access to your collarbones, pressing wet, sloppy kisses onto you. with his arm around your waist, he presses your hips down and bumps his own hips up, his imprint clashing against your throbbing clit, making you yelp a bit. he throws his head back and laughs, pulling you down onto his chest, his fingers digging into your hip.
“aww, you poor thing. naoya’s really been neglecting this pretty pussy?” he chuckles, his breath warm on your neck.
“mhm."
your neck is raw and you can still feel the ghost of his mouth on your skin. satoru’s tongue traces your jawline, making you shiver.
“that’s unfortunate,” he frowns as he runs his pointer finger along your bottom lip before pulling it down. “i guess i’ll help you.”
satoru slips his first two fingers into your mouth which immediately hits the back of your throat. you can feel his nails scraping against your tongue and you gag before he bumps his hips up once more, his imprint bumping your clit again. you can feel his chest rumble as a low chuckle escapes his mouth.
“mmpgh-!”
your mouth is filled with only his two fingers and you’re already gagging, tears pricking at your eyes. “god, aren’t you a cute little thing. i’ve barely even touched you.”
he pull his fingers out, strings of saliva coming out with it. satoru drags his wet fingers up and down your lips, yanking at your bottom one a little too hard.
“now, get out of these, would ya?” satoru hums, his hand moving around your waist to unbutton the waistband of your jeans. you oblige and go to stand up, but his hand presses you back down against him. “nuh uh. you can do it sitting down, can’t you?”
you hesitate, but you squirm a bit, trying to get out of your jeans. satoru thinks it’s adorable, watching you wiggle on his lap.
you’re left in only your shirt on satoru’s lap and his eyes light up at the sight of your bare thighs.
“oh, baby,” he coos, running his hand up the inside of your thigh. “you’re so fucking wet already. that’s precious.”
when he picks up his hand, it gleams under the fluorescent lighting on his office and he whistles lowly. you feel yourself shrinking into yourself; that’s so embarrassing.
“satoru…” you mutter, burying your face in your hand.
“ah ah.” his hand wraps around your arm and you feel just how wet you were. “none of that here.”
as his fingers scissor apart your lips, his thumb grazes your clit. you suddenly jerk at the feeling, but your wrist is still in his hand, pinned against his thigh.
“oh?” he muses, flicking your clit again. it sends a ripple effect throughout your body and you squeeze your thighs together as a desperate, but fruitless, attempt to stop it. he flicks it again and you whine, squeezing your eyes shut. “you sure you’re not a virgin?”
satoru laughs, dipping down to bite your neck. “so damn sensitive.” his thumb flicks your clit again; this time, he follows it up by shoving his first two fingers into your pussy. satoru practically moans at how tight you are. how will he fit his dick inside of you at this rate?
you let out a gasp. you reach out to grab something, anything, and your hand lands on the couch cushion. satoru’s fingers are long and you swear you can already feel him in your stomach.
“fuck- jesus, baby.” satoru inhales sharply, licking his bottom lip. “why so tight? he not fuck you hard enough?”
he shifts his hips under you and you slip, falling down harder onto his fingers. “you’re so fucking tight,” satoru comments in almost a degrading manner. “he fucks you every day and you still feel like a virgin. or are ya just that desperate? huh?”
“c’mon, baby. gotta move those hips,” he tells you. “‘m not doing all the work.”
you whine, but you obey. placing your hands on his thighs, you slowly grind your hips against his fingers. satoru lets out a low hum, meeting you halfway and sliding his fingers out before slamming them back in. “gah-!” you bite down on your lip and you’re met with a harsh slap to your ass. “satoru!”
you can’t see satoru’s face, but you can feel his cock coming to life beneath you; if it’s possible, his dick is just getting harder. “you best pick up the pace or i’m pulling out."
it’s more of an threat than anything. he’s completely neglecting your clit and tears prick your eyes. your hands tense around his thighs, but you can’t even get the best balance on it; he’s just so big.
“satoru,” you whine. you push your hips faster, but his fingers are so big, you feel like he might tear you in two.
“‘s my name,” he laughs, bucking his hips up again, slamming his fingers in as far as they’ll go. “gotta work for it, baby.”
“shit, you see? just listen to me like a good girl.”
“fu- ah, stop squirming like that. gonna make me mad.”
“my fucking god. you’re such a good girl; fucking ah- shit, baby. quit hitting my cock ‘cause i wanna come inside ya. ‘m gonna get you pregnant and fuck you all over again.”
much to your horror, a third finger is shoved inside of you; you moan, dropping your head to your chest as you ride him. satoru digs around in his pocket, pulling out his phone and swiping through it. he brings his phone to his ear, holding it with his shoulder as he digs his hand into your waist. you can hear the ringing, but his fingers finally begin to work at your clit and your jaw slacks.
“move your hips or i’ll fucking rip you open,” satoru growls. he massages the flesh of your ass and you’re feeling so incredibly overwhelmed right now. “c’mon. ya can do b- oi, suguru!”
he’s on a phone call?
you can hear shifting on the other line, but you’re panting as you continue grinding your hips against his hand, so you can’t make out anything.
“are ya in a session right now?” satoru asks.
“no, i finished a c-” suguru stops speaking for a moment and a smirk bites through his words. “are you busy right now?”
satoru laughs, watching as you slow down a bit. he raises a hand, slapping your ass again. “i am.” he bites his lip. “i know we don’t share clients, but i’m telling ya, you’ll love this one, suguru.” your cheeks are hot from exhaustion and embarrassment, but you can’t say anything; he’s finger fucking you silly. “naoya’s girl; you’d think she was a virgin the way she looks right now. ya gotta come over.”
suguru can hear the sound of satoru’s hand hitting you and he laughs. “will i? alright, i’ll be over in a sec.”
satoru lets out an amused hum. “i’ll see ya then.”
satoru tosses his phone onto the ground, turning his attention back to you. “when suguru comes, you’re gonna suck his dick like a good girl." your pace slows, but if anything, he gets faster. his fingers collide unsympathetically with your walls. “ya hear me?”
you nod quickly, clenching your jaw. “mhm. i’ll- i’ll suck his dick.”
satoru’s free hand sneaks up your shirt, unclipping your bra with ease. shoving the fabric over your head, he grabs a handful of your breast, massaging your nipple gently as he rolls it between his fingers. “i want ya all to myself, but who am i to hide you from my best friend?”
you bite back a squeal. he’s just so much harsher than you expected.
“‘toru, ‘m gonna-”
satoru pulls on your nipple, making you cry out. “no, you’re not. not yet.”
the doorknob starts to jiggle and the door is pushed open. suguru pokes his head in and you can’t help but look over at him, your pupils completely shot. when he steps in entirely, you practically moan at the sight; the long sleeved black shirt he wears does so little to cover his chest, it’s practically transparent. the fabric looks like it’ll bust.
“this her?” suguru asks, shutting the door behind him.
if you thought satoru was big, suguru is obviously so much wider.
satoru nods. “mhm. ain’t she pretty?”
suguru stalks over. it’s like there’s a permanent smirk etched on his face and you’re drooling like a brainless zombie. “she is. such a pretty girl.” suguru tilts his head, holding your chin between his fingers. “you haven’t fucked her yet?”
satoru shakes his head. “no, but she’s already about to come. haven’t even came in her yet.”
it’s almost humiliating how satoru talks about you like you’re not there, but it just makes you all the more desperate for him- and now his long-haired friend.
“ah…” suguru ties his hair back before moving your face up to look at him. he moves your head from side to side like he’s a physician examining you. he even does the same thing satoru did, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb before watching it bounce back into place. “hello, pretty,” he hums, kneeling to get on your eye level. from the way his pants hug him, the fabric just gets tighter around his crotch; suguru is hard just looking at you.
“hey, quit distracting her and be useful.”
you’re already on the verge of coming, but when suguru’s hands wrap around your thighs to push them apart, you can’t help it. “satoru-!”
god, you make a mess all over satoru’s hand, but he doesn’t pull his fingers out just yet.
“fuckin’ hell,” satoru grumbles. he’s so careless with you, you’re sure he’s going to draw blood.
suguru pushes one of your thighs as far back as it’ll go before tossing the other one over his shoulder; he’s salivating at the sight of you. he drags his tongue up the inside of your thigh, collecting every drop of come he can, before latching his mouth onto your clit, making you gasp out suddenly.
“sugu- ah-!” your hands find their way to his hair, trying to keep yourself grounded. he looks up at you from his position between your legs and the bastard has the audacity to smile against you. you’re just so, so sensitive.
“gonna come all over his face?” satoru coos, pinching your nipple harshly. “told ya not to come, didn’t i?”
you bite your lip and nod. tears are spilling out of your eyes and you whimper as suguru continues to lap at you like a thirsty dog.
“‘m sorry,” you sob, throwing your head back against satoru. your walls are collapsing around his fingers and you’re already on the verge of coming again.
“mmm, i guess i forgive ya.” satoru leans over your shoulder, kissing you on the mouth selfishly. “can’t be mad at you, sweet girl.”
“she tastes so good, ‘toru,” suguru hums against you.
his canines skim your clit this time and you jolt instinctively. his fingers trace the inside of your lips to collect you. he rubs his fingers together before bringing it up to satoru’s mouth. you let out another choked sob as you watch suguru literally feed you to satoru. satoru practically purrs as he licks suguru’s fingers clean.
“god, and naoya doesn’t want this pretty thing?” satoru stretches his neck over your shoulder to watch suguru eat you out, his hand around your own neck almost possessively. “i wanna keep her.”
suguru is pleasantly surprised when you come again, all over his face, at the same time satoru pulls his fingers out of you. you have no time to catch your breath because suguru’s mouth is on yours. he’s much more gentle than satoru was, but if anything, he’s ten times more possessive. you can taste yourself on his lips and it’s nauseating; satoru fuels the fire more by shoving you towards him by your throat. suguru’s entire hand swallows your jaw and he presses his fingertips deep into your skin, making you moan into his mouth. you can feel yourself already bruising.
you’re too caught up in the taste of suguru’s mouth to protest when satoru hooks a strong arm around your waist and bends you over, sitting you on all fours. suguru follows you to the arm of the couch, pulling away as he looks down at you.
“you gonna suck me off, pretty baby?” suguru coos, caressing your sweaty face with his hand. you swallow hard and nod, but satoru doesn’t like that and pulls you back by your hair, bringing his mouth to your ear.
“use ya words there,” he snarls, his teeth nipping your earlobe. “i taught ya better than that, didn’t i?”
suguru grips your chin and bites his lip, waiting for you to speak again. you can hear satoru unbuckling his belt behind you and your heart pounds faster in your chest.
“can i- can i suck you off, suguru? please?” you beg, looking up at him with glossy eyes.
he laughs, a deep sound that resonates within his chest. “‘course you can,” he hums. with your chin still in his hand, he undoes his belt with the other, dropping his slacks down to his ankles. his boxers restrict his cock and you’re already drooling at the sight of his print alone.
you can feel satoru’s fingers dig into your hips as suguru’s boxers meet his slacks on the ground. your eyes widen and your jaw drops just a bit; just like his face, his cock is so, so pretty- well trimmed, clean, and so wide and veiny. you wanna reach out and touch it, but your balance is under the weight of your arms; you’d fall flat on your face otherwise. suguru pushes the hair out of your face and brings his face down to yours for just a moment. his purple eyes are hypnotic; you feel even more drawn to him if that’s even possible.
“spit on it,” he croons, pressing a wet kiss to your mouth before he stands up to his full height again. his hand finds its way into your hair, gripping it gently at the roots. “it’s all yours, princess. spit on it.”
your mouth is dry, but you muster up whatever you can to spit on his cock. suguru is pleased, evident by the way he licks his bottom lip. he brings it up to your lips and before you could wrap your own mouth around it, you feel satoru’s spit land on your already dripping pussy and his cock ram into you from behind, making you squeal. suguru uses the leverage to shove his own into your mouth, pulling you further down on it by your hair as your eyes begin to water from the pressure.
“fuck,” satoru moans, his fingernails digging into your waist. “mine. such a fuckin’ pretty pussy all for me.”
his cock threatens to completely rip you from the inside, but that’s the last thing on his mind as he shoves himself as deep as he’ll go. satoru wants to get you pregnant.
you moan onto suguru’s dick, which is pulsating in your mouth as your tongue runs along the underside of it, tracing the vein that meets his tip. suguru bites his lip, his chest rising and falling as your pace becomes more sloppy, letting your grunts and whimpers resonate with him as he slams his cock into the back of your throat, making you gag.
“god, fuck. fuck- baby,” he pants, his fingers gripping your hair tighter, your eyelashes fluttering as the pressure from both of them meets you in the middle and you moan. “whatta cute little mouth ya got.”
your teeth graze the top of his cock on accident, making him thrust and slam his head against the back of your throat. you let out a whine, your arms buckling under the pressure. “fuckin’ hell. be careful.”
the tears begin to spill out of your eyes as satoru’s cock rips at your pussy with no mercy and suguru’s inconsistently hits the back of your throat, making you cry out each time. suguru laughs, bringing his free hand down to your cheeks.
“she’s crying, ‘toru,” suguru rasps, licking the tears off of his thumb. “don’t be so damn aggressive.”
satoru just laughs. his grip on you loosens, but he brings one hand down flat against your stomach, pressing against it and humming.
“‘m so deep, suguru,” he tells him. he grabs one of your wrists and presses your hand against your stomach, his deep laugh resonating in your ear. “ya feel that?” he whispers, his tongue reaching out to lick you. and you can. you can feel him as deep inside you, as far your stomach. “i own this pussy, ya understand me? ‘s all mine.”
you nod as you continue to cry over suguru’s dick, as you continue to try and not come over satoru until he tells you to. suguru’s breathing gets more ragged as you continue sucking him off, his face glistening with sweat under the fluorescents as he fucks your throat.
“that’s a good girl,” he grunts, tugging you up by your hair. “you gonna swallow my come, baby?”
you nod eagerly, looking up at him through your wet lashes. suguru loves the way you look so fucked out: your shot pupils and tear-stained cheeks, the way your lips stretch around his cock and how your breasts shake with every thrust him and satoru force onto you. “atta girl.”
satoru hits your g-spot quicker than expected, making you moan at the same time suguru comes down your throat.
“fuck- gah, fucking hell,” suguru moans, his dick twitching in your mouth as he watches you try and swallow his load.
but satoru is not rewarding you with the same release. he pulls his fingers away from your clit and as you choke on suguru’s come, satoru slows his pace, slapping your raw ass with his hand. “not yet,” he snaps. he then pulls his cock out completely, letting you fall onto your stomach on the couch
suguru grabs your chin and turns you around, wrapping his arm around the front of your shoulders as he pins you back against the arm of the couch. his thumb works around your lips, collecting his excess come and shoving it into your mouth.
“what- what’re you d-doing?” you gasp, blinking up at satoru with those wide eyes of yours.
suguru lifts you up all the while satoru watches with a shit-eating grin on his face. he slips his body beneath you, holding up against his cock by your hips. you’re crying still, poor thing. so overstimulated. satoru shoves his cock back inside you, gripping your thighs with his hand. suguru plays with your clit beneath you, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he does so. you can’t stop moaning and crying, but it’s just music to their ears.
“you wanna come, baby?” suguru rasps, nibbling on your earlobe. you nod, biting down on your lip as satoru watches you with those tantalizing blue eyes of his.
“i n-needa come,” you whine. “please. satoru. need t-to come.”
satoru smirks, flashing those pretty white teeth of his. suguru pinches your nipple, satoru hits your g-spot, and they both ravage at your clit. you let out a guttural moan as you come over satoru’s throbbing cock, your back arching against suguru’s chest.
“g-f… fuck,” you moan, gripping at suguru’s thigh beneath you.
suguru pries your thighs apart as satoru continues to fuck you, his breathing labored as he watches the juices squelch from your pussy.
“whatcha gonna tell naoya when he sees that pretty baby bump of yours?” satoru growls. who the hell is naoya at this point?
satoru comes inside of you. his come spills out of you and he looks like a starving beast at the sight, licking his lips as you pulsate from his attack. both him and suguru work to shove it all back inside of you, their fingers scissoring your lips apart to salvage every last drop. they’re not saying anything; suguru’s breathing heavily in your ear while satoru just looks down at you, his cheeks just as flushed as suguru’s.
“ so, how about another session next week, doll?”