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Utahime was not crazy.
She had gotten herself involved with the Six Eyed Sorcerer, the playboy of Tokyo Jujutsu High himself, but she was not crazy.
It started two weeks ago, as Utahime was leaving her classroom, going to find Shoko after class, when she spotted Geto outside in the hallway waiting for her.
He was handsome in the pale late-afternoon light, almost angelic with his warm brown eyes. She could see streaks of light brown mixed in with his black hair, tied into a neat bun.
He offered an explanation before she had to ask. “Gojo was sent on an emergency mission, so I thought I’d come by to tell you.”
Utahime nodded, although she wanted to say a text would have done just as well.
Then she realized she had never really spoken with Geto Suguru, let alone given him her number.
He ended up walking her to the door of the girl’s dormitory, giving a small wave as he left.
Geto smiled at her over his shoulder. “Goodnight, lovely.”
It took her a full five minutes to convince herself she had just misheard him.
She might be starting to go crazy.
While she was still seeing plenty of Gojo – him texting her at 2am to come meet him in the school’s woods for a quick fuck against a tree, him forcing his way onto her table at lunch, and suspiciously showing up at her dorm room with her favorite brand of beer, even though he hated beer –
Geto always seemed to be close behind.
He would be waiting on a bench by their meeting spot, following Gojo to Utahime’s table while offering a hasty excuse for their intrusion, and waving them off to her dorm, grabbing one of the beers from the six pack, winking at Gojo.
Utahime finally had the mind to bring it up.
They were laying in Gojo’s bed – making out, although Gojo’s hands were already under her shirt, turning her into a mess under him. She could feel his dick against her leg through his uniform, and reached down to grasp him, satisfied with the way his jaw opened in soundless gratification.
“Have you hung out with Geto lately?”
Gojo humped her arm. “Yeah, like every day. Why?”
“I just feel like I’ve been seeing a lot of him.”
Gojo eyed her, Utahime feeling his suspicion grow, until he leaned down to kiss her neck. His voice was hot against her skin.
“Do you think Geto’s hotter than me?”
Utahime almost laughed as he pulled back from her neck, face pink. “What?”
“You heard.”
Utahime felt herself flush. “I don’t know. I don’t really care.”
Gojo looked over at her. “You don’t notice?”
She resisted the urge to squirm. “I do, I just-”
“He likes you.”
She felt startled. “Gojo-”
His lips were pressing against her jaw, mouthing words along with kisses. “And I like you.”
She knew that.
Gojo’s voice was dripping honey in her ears, his hands kneading her breasts between his hands, working her up. “Let him have you; he’s my best friend.”
She thought back to them at breakfast – Gojo taking frequent sips from Geto’s cup. Geto borrowing a pencil from Gojo’s bag without asking. Gojo wearing one of Geto’s gym shirts, one size too small.
They shared everything, she realized.
Utahime bit her lip. “I don’t know.”
“I think you like him,” Gojo nipped at her neck, his coy smile forcing her to swat him away, embarrassed. “It’s okay if you do. I like him, too.”
Utahime swallowed.
“I’ll be watching. I’ll make sure Geto’s gentle,” Gojo grinned, resting his head on her chest as Utahime stroked him through his pants. Maybe she could get him to eat her out, so he’d shut up. “He’s actually a lot nicer than me, promise.”
*****
It was a Tuesday they decided to all three meet up – Gojo had claimed he couldn’t wait any longer, and it was the first day they were all free. Utahime had been distracted the entire day in class, not helping with Gojo texting her pestering messages.
thinking about you babyy
Utahime considered muting her phone, or at least shoving it somewhere in her bag where she couldn’t find it for the next four hours.
But she didn’t.
i’ll pick u up after class
we can walk over together <3<3<3
A minute later, he texted again.
geto is soooooo excited
A flush spread across her face, and Utahime weakly lifted a hand to her cheek, leaning on it, hoping to conceal how red she was. Knowing her boyfriend’s best friend was thinking about her – that her boyfriend was captivated with the idea of them together – it fried her mind.
She couldn’t eat lunch, simply staring instead at her phone as a final message was sent to her:
you two are gonna look so hot together
*****
True to his word, Gojo delivered her to Geto’s door after class. Before opening the door, he gave one of her pigtails a tug, grinning.
“Just tell me if you want to stop,” she swatted his hand away from her hair, tightening her bows again. He looked at her, his irises seeming to spin in the light, like tide pools. “And I’ll kill him.”
“You’re very dramatic.”
Gojo pushed open the door. “Yeah.”
Geto was reading on his bed, dressed in sweatpants and a tank, but as Gojo entered the room, he closed his book, offering a smile to Utahime.
“Hello, beautiful.”
Gojo slunk his way over to him, placing a knee on the bed to kiss his friend’s cheek. “I am, aren’t I?”
Geto laughed, returning the kiss. Utahime felt herself go red. “You know that was for her.”
Gojo shrugged, his teeth flashing a devil’s smile. “Can’t have you stealing my girl.”
“Oh, I will.”
Geto controlled him well, Utahime realized.
“Come here, Uta,” Gojo pulled her by her wrists, walking her over to Geto. “Be gentle with him, he really likes you.”
Geto reached out to smack Gojo, but he dodged.
Utahime sat beside him on the bed, smoothing her uniform. Nervously, she met Geto’s eyes. They were darker now, a heady black. “Do you like me, Geto?”
Gojo rolled his eyes, leaning against Geto’s desk, messing with some of his papers. “He’s been flirting with you for weeks now.”
Utahime blushed. “Really?”
“I have been flirting with you,” Geto confessed, shyly smiling, his hands resting beside hers on the sheets, although not quite touching. “Although I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t,” Utahime looked away, fumbling with her hands. This was too easy. She felt her heart accept him. “I just felt a little crazy.”
“You drive us crazy, baby.” Gojo grinned, flopping between them on the bed. Geto laughed.
“You ruin everything, Satoru.”
“So you guys really,” Utahime gestured between them. How did you ask your boyfriend if he had sex with his best friend?
“I fuck him,” Geto clarified, clearing this throat. “When he fucks me, I have to do all the work.”
“Hey!” Gojo pushed Geto off the bed, forcing him to stand. “Are you going to make Utahime get us started? She’s shy.”
“I am not,” Utahime hissed.
Geto ignored him, his hand settling on Utahime’s lower back, guiding her off the bed and away from Gojo.
She didn’t realize why, until Geto pulled rope out of his closet – the thick cording they used in strength training during class.
Utahime’s heart thudded as she watched Geto push Gojo down into a chair – probably dragged over from Gojo’s room – whispering something to him as he leaned over him. Gojo’s eyes never left Geto’s face, mesmerized as Geto looped the cording over him, securing him to the chair.
They kissed, Gojo peering at Utahime over Geto’s shoulder.
She shivered.
Geto knotted the rope – breaking Gojo’s gaze – his arms flexing, Gojo grinning at his muscles. “Feels good, babe.”
Geto smiled, leaning down to kiss him again. She saw Gojo slip his tongue into Geto’s mouth, moaning around him.
Showoff.
Geto broke the kiss, pushing him back in the chair. “I should keep you like this.”
“Not funny.”
Utahime shifted on her feet. “He isn’t–”
“I’m just going to watch,” Gojo reassured her, adjusting himself under the ropes. “To make sure everything is okay.”
Geto rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna get off on watching me fuck your girlfriend.”
Gojo grinned. “Yeah, that too.”
Geto pulled a bandana out of the pocket of his sweatpants – Utahime watched as he gagged Gojo, tying a knot behind his head, ruffling his hair.
“That might kill him,” Utahime’s voice was shaky. “Not being able to talk.”
Geto laughed. “So you’re funny, too.”
He stalked towards her – she suddenly felt small, helpless, as Geto zeroed in on her, his eyes skimming down her uniform.
Utahime felt a surge of adrenaline, like a bucket of ice down her spine. “Shouldn’t we get on the bed?”
Geto reached out to touch her gently, holding the fold of her arm as if it would bruise. “Ah, we’re not on the bed.”
He pulled the chair out from his desk, sitting down, his legs spreading in a wide stance. They were across the room from Gojo, though clearly in his line of sight. Geto was a little shorter than Gojo, but had more muscle mass – it stood out in his thighs, harsh lines pulling on his thin sweatpants as he took a seat. Geto patted his lap, and Utahime nervously sat down on one side of him, her legs spread on the other.
Geto smiled, seemingly content to cradle her like this.
He lifted a hand to her hair, his fingers trailing through it, nails massaging her scalp. He looked to be appraising her, searching her face as he pet her.
Geto gently turned her jaw in his hands, running a stray finger down her cheek. His hands were rougher than Gojo’s – but warmer, too. “He’s right. You’re very beautiful.”
Utahime blushed. Her voice was small. “Thank you.”
“Can I kiss you?”
He was so tender. Utahime felt herself heat up as she nodded, Geto’s lips meeting hers in a clean kiss. He sighed against her, and she felt bold enough to let her tongue find his first, his hand cupping her neck, pulling her closer.
Utahime realized a second too late that his breath tasted like Gojo’s favorite sweet gum.
Whore, her mind filled, uncertain whether it was for herself, or Satoru.
It didn’t matter much anymore.
Geto was humming into her mouth, breathy kisses that made her feel high, passing air between them in hurried exhales.
It wasn’t long before Geto broke the kiss, smiling at her, stroking her hair. His lips were pink and shiny with her lip-gloss, and she blushed.
“Can I touch you here?”
Utahime had to look down. He meant her waist, with his hand hovering over her hipbone, spread wide.
She felt a wave of lust hit her, thinking of his hands on her bare skin, how he would undo her.
“Please.”
His hands cupped her immediately, raising her up higher to kiss him again. She felt light-headed – she could hear Gojo shifting in the chair behind them, probably craning his neck to get a better view. She felt her shirt being lifted up by the corners, one of Geto’s hands playing with the hem as he pressed kisses to her jaw.
Utahime felt herself speak. “I can uh, take this off.”
Geto gave her another smile, another pleased look that said good girl.
It set her cunt on fire.
Stripping off her shirt, she unhooked her bra while she was at it, letting it drop to the floor beside her.
Utahime heard a whine from Gojo – most likely distraught over only being able to see her back from this angle.
Geto’s hands immediately went to the red lines made by her bra straps, rubbing them gently with his thumb before leaning down to kiss them, his eyes lit up by the setting sun, a halo of light encircling his brown irises.
Utahime felt her heart stutter.
“He’s actually a lot nicer than me, promise.”
Is this what she could have been having this whole time, instead of Gojo’s spoiled ass?
Is this what Gojo was having?
She couldn’t imagine Geto being this tender with the brat.
Geto looked at her coyly, pressing pointedly off-target kisses to her breastbone. “I don’t want to be too rough.”
Utahime shook her head, reaching down to lift Geto’s hands to her chest. He sucked in air, Gojo groaning behind them. “You won’t be.”
He squeezed her tits delicately, rolling a nipple between his fingers the exact way that Gojo did – Utahime felt her cunt seize at the feeling, her own body betraying her.
Gojo must have known the exact feeling of Geto’s fingers, and whined in his chair, the legs scrapping against the floor.
Utahime didn’t risk a look back, knowing her heart would hurt at the sight.
Gojo was an ass, but seeing him being tortured like this – she needed to prepare herself.
“Can I unzip your skirt?”
Utahime nodded – he shucked it off her expertly, letting it slink onto the ground. She was wearing plain underwear, but he still looked, his pinky slipping under the thin band of elastic at the top.
How many times had he done this before, Utahime wondered, a little in awe.
Geto was hard under her – it was impossible to mistake the bulge resting on his thigh, her own leg rubbing against it whenever she leaned up to kiss him. Utahime shivered. She had never taken a man besides Gojo – she didn’t even consider it fully until now.
Geto, however, didn’t press her.
His voice was faint in her ear. “How about you turn around in my lap, so our precious boy can watch your face?”
“Geto-”
His hand was between her bare shoulders, stroking down her spine. He pressed a kiss to her tits, his tongue sucking briefly on her nipple, twisting it until she moaned, a hand grabbing his shoulder for balance. He met her gaze, lips touching the small space between her breasts. “Come on, it’s such a pretty face.”
Gojo made a pleading noise, shuffling in the chair again.
Utahime realized the boys weren’t so different after all. Flattery must get these two all sorts of places.
Nodding, she allowed Geto to maneuver her in his lap, her back lining up against his chest, still clothed in a thin cotton shirt that smelled like generic laundry soap. His chest was wider than Gojo’s, though his heartbeat was definitely more erratic, thudding against her back as his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her back onto his bulge.
Utahime suddenly felt scared and calm all at once.
She opened her mouth to speak, but found Gojo’s eyes on her – he looked like a mess, his clothes bunched up and wrinkled, his sight set on her, taking in her helpless state.
Did he wish he was Geto?
Or herself?
The thought made her shiver, imaging Gojo getting fondled like her, just as helpless. One of Geto’s toys.
Geto was running a hand through her hair again, petting her back with the other as he grinded into her, slowly. She could feel the heat spread to her gut as Gojo watched, eyeing her face as she groaned, thrusting back onto him.
His clothed dick slid perfectly against her clit, making her shake. A wave of heat rushed out of her, her hands fumbling to brace herself on Geto’s knees. He helped her straighten up again, seating her back on his cock, rutting cruelly against her.
She wanted to wail, to pull her hair.
It felt intensely good for something so juvenile as dry humping.
Geto leaned forward, his chin resting on her shoulder, voice sweet as honey in her ear. “Have you ever had it in your ass?”
Utahime panicked, her blood turning to ice. “No.”
She felt Geto’s cock twitch against the small of her back before he pushed her down again, his bulge rubbing against her cunt perfectly.
“Don’t worry, lovely. I’ll make it good.” Geto bit her, playfully, but she shivered all the same. “I’ll get you opened nicely for Gojo over there.”
Utahime looked over – Gojo was red, his cock tented painfully in his pants already. He cursed something out under the bandana in his mouth, yelling muffled by the bunched-up fabric.
Asshole, she realized.
Gojo had asked to play with her hole before – something she ignored, redirecting his hand to her cunt, where she was open and ready for him. Always wet, at least when he was around. She was impatient with him, wanting him fast and hard, hoping they wouldn’t be interrupted in an empty classroom, or in the boy’s locker room. He never seemed disappointed, just curious, and Utahime dismissed the idea completely from her mind.
Now, she felt herself begin to shake, the adrenaline flowing through her in waves.
“Don’t worry,” Geto smiled into her skin, cupping her tits in his hands, fondling them. “I’ll be gentle. Promise.”
“Okay,” Utahime swallowed her worry like a curse – Geto was kind, Geto was gallant. She would let him take her – it was only fair they both shared her in equal parts.
The thought settled into her brain as Geto’s hands reached for a bottle beside them on his desk – it was a clear plastic, filled with gel – lube, Utahime realized.
She couldn’t suppress the shudder soon enough, and she felt Geto frown, displeasure radiating from his posture.
“I’ll make it feel good, don’t worry.” Geto turned her jaw in his free hand, cupping her like a divine treasure, kissing her forehead. “You’re my girl, now, right?”
Utahime met Gojo’s eyes in her peripheral vision. He was glaring, his blue eyes twin flames of intensity.
She knew it was what he wanted – the teasing, the agony. It still made her chest feel concave as her voice spoke, although the idea of jealousy made her hot, squirming in Geto’s lap. “Yes.”
Geto smiled, letting go of her chin in favor of rubbing her thighs, the sensation giving her goosebumps as his hands spread over her, covering her like it was nothing. “I’d never hurt my girl.”
She was desperate. She couldn’t live without him in her, she realized. “Kiss me again.”
He did – while he forced his tongue into her mouth, Utahime heard the bottle cap snap, could feel Geto shifting under her, moving her underwear aside, pulling down his own sweatpants. He felt around for a moment before settling on her clit, pinching the nub, working it between two deft fingers.
Gojo was humping the air, his hips stuttering as he watched Geto tease her, spread her folds open in front of him.
Geto pressed a finger into her cunt, curling the digit slowly before shoving it further, sinking to his knuckle. Utahime let out a small yelp, but flushed – it felt good, her body buzzed at the feeling of something filling her.
His other finger slipped into her ass, prodding slower, pressing carefully as he kept his other completely sunk into her. It felt like a lifetime, hovering between discomfort and pleasure, his fingers thrusting weakly together, until he pulled out of her completely, leaving her cold and open. Geto kissed the back of her head, reaching for more lube, spreading it between his hands in front of her.
“It’s not all bad, is it, baby?”
Utahime couldn’t speak. She shook her head, closing her eyes as Geto took her answer and began fumbling for her clit, his other hand entering her ass again, sinking fully in, thrusting gently.
Utahime gasped, her back falling against Geto’s body, trusting him to keep her upright as he teased her open, working her muscles to relax for a second finger.
She couldn’t deny it felt good – torturous, like someone was spinning her insides into sugar.
Her cunt was dripping – she could feel it seep out of her, coating the back of Geto’s hand as he opened her up.
Geto’s voice was rough – he sounded strained. “Shit. Is she always this wet?” Utahime opened her eyes to look at Gojo, who Geto had directed his question to.
He was sobbing.
Gojo looked like he was ready to kill, straining against the ropes, the wet spot on his pants growing. He let out a cry as Geto raised his hand for Gojo to see, his entire fist slick with lube and Utahime’s mess.
“Such a good girl.” Geto’s face was in her hair, inhaling, humming. She wondered if he got that habit from Gojo, or vice versa. Not that it mattered. Utahime had begun to see they were two sides of the same coin – one to coax, the other to eat. One to court, the other to seize.
It made her blood simmer, thinking they had trapped her this way – how they had definitely spoke about getting her in bed with both of them. Discussing how to fuck her. Probably getting each other off while doing it.
It made her want them even more.
She realized Geto had multiple fingers in her, at least three, and she was thrusting back down on them willingly, the pain turning to a dull soreness, the sensation of being full more pleasing than she could handle.
Utahime begged. “Geto,” her voice was pleading. “Get in me.”
She felt a bite on her earlobe, his breath shuddering.
“Can’t wait to make you mine.”
Geto’s words turned her mind into a pool – she felt pleasure sink into every inch of her body as he placed a steady hand on her waist, lifting her off his lap momentarily.
He coated his dick in lube, stroking himself behind her, rubbing his head against her lower back, teasing.
“This is Gojo’s favorite position, you know.”
Utahime shivered. Gojo did love taking her like this – ravaging her from behind, claiming the angle was the best. “I know.”
Geto laughed. “I think he likes knowing exactly what you feel like when you’re on him,” Geto lined up, Utahime’s hips hovering over his cockhead.
He pressed in, the stretch making her shake.
It was a lot more than three fingers.
“Relax, baby.”
Utahime felt the sweat on her forehead, muscles straining against opening. Telling herself to breath, she tried sinking onto Geto’s lap, feeling a surge of pride when he exhaled, a low moan working its way out of his chest.
“You’re big,” Utahime felt embarrassed after saying it – but it was true. He was wider than Gojo, filling her until she was gasping at the stretch, her lungs burning.
Geto made a pleased sound as she slowly bottomed out, his hands moving from her waist to her tits, holding her close to him. “Good girl.”
Without any warning, Geto thrust up into her – already completely sheathed – the sensation burning, pleasurable in a way Utahime couldn’t escape. She flushed at the idea of Gojo in her position, being forced onto Geto’s cock at the same brutal pace. Geto’s voice was close, swimming in her head. As she looked up at him, Geto nodded to Gojo, who had surrendered himself to agony, watching Geto fuck his girlfriend open, moaning occasionally. “It turns him on, knowing how full you are right now. He’s really a pervert, you know.”
You’re one to talk, Utahime thought, biting her lip.
Geto laughed, as if he read her mind. “I am too, unfortunately. It’s why we get along so well.”
Besides constantly offering small bits of praise, Geto hardly spoke through their little tryst – Gojo on the other hand, was offering high-pitched whines, straining against his chair weakly. Utahime felt the burn of Geto’s head deep inside her, somewhere no one had been before. She rested the back of her head on his shoulder, trying to stop her cunt from aching.
“Can I touch your cunt again?” Geto’s voice was soft, enough that Gojo may not have heard him. “Gojo says you love it.”
Utahime could have mauled Gojo. Or married him. “Yes.”
Geto hummed, his hand dropping immediately to her clit, rubbing the nub roughly with the pad of his thumb. She clenched – the sudden exhale from Geto was enough proof he had felt her reaction.
He slipped in two fingers – the sudden thickness shocking her body, making her buzz with satisfaction.
Utahime squirmed, pushing herself back onto Geto’s cock, reeling under the feeling of Geto’s hands filling her, stroking her insides alongside his dick, with only a thin wall of muscle between them.
Geto huffed into her neck. “You’re such a good girl. I bet you could take us both.”
Utahime whined, her lungs failing her. Her legs had slipped over his lap, spreading her even more open for him to take what he wanted. Geto hummed, gathering her tangled hair to one side of her neck with his free hand.
“You’re a lot tighter than Gojo; I can see why he’s addicted to you.”
The mental image of Gojo getting fucked open exactly like her flashed hotly behind her eyelids again, this time his face a mess, his eyes filled with welling tears.
Geto leaned into her ear, and she could feel his eyes trained on Satoru in front of them. “Do you think we should tease him any longer? He doesn’t look like he can handle it.”
Utahime couldn’t possibly reply, her body covered in sweat, shaking as Geto continued to thrust into her tight ring of muscle, her body clenching down on him at every push.
Gojo looked just as fucked out as she felt.
“I bet if I stepped on his dick he would immediately cum – what do you think?” Geto snorted. “Sad bastard.”
She let out a cry, her noise mixing with Gojo’s; Geto’s hands playing with her clit as he spoke, the tightness in her gut spreading to her chest.
“He’s actually a lot nicer than me, promise.”
Gojo had lied.
Geto was a monster.
He was fucking her savagely – the curve of him inside her was blistering, her muscles tightening around him whenever he buried himself far enough that Utahime felt a dull rush of pleasure. It was impossible to capture – he slammed in and out relentlessly, her body on edge, her cunt aching.
Gojo, she realized distantly. She wanted Gojo, too, right now.
Utahime realized she may very well be crazy.
“So tight,” Geto groaned, his hips snapping into his ass. “My perfect girl.”
Gojo mumbled something under his gag, voice gravelly.
“He’s pissed,” Geto grinned, shoving a third finger in her cunt, his cock thrusting at the same time with his wrist. She was split open – she realized she may not be able to sit through class tomorrow. “He knows he can’t fuck you this good.”
Utahime was going to cum – she was surprised she held out this long, but the blood was rushing to her head, a molten rapid of heat settling in her gut.
“Fuck whatever Gojo says,” Geto buried his head behind her, speaking so softly she almost didn’t hear him. “You’re mine.”
Utahime came painfully – she had never felt an orgasm like this – her exhilaration pulled out of her forcefully, her vision blacking out as she moaned. She knew Geto’s thighs were covered in her slick – his cock was making even more of a mess, rutting into her ass, some of her cum dripping onto his shaft as he thrust back in.
Geto was definitely chasing his orgasm now – Utahime let him, let him bury his dick in her walls, stretch her until she was numb with the sensation.
He breathed heavily on her neck, tongue finding her pulse. “Can I finish in you?”
Shakily, she leaned back, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She was too tired to care, beyond any thought besides fill me.
“Yes.”
Geto’s throat was hoarse as he groaned, cumming in her almost immediately – he gave a few last thrusts before settling deep inside her, riding out his orgasm as she kissed his neck, his ear, his chin – anywhere she could reach.
He stayed inside her for a minute, resting, his lungs filling behind her.
When he pulled out, she flushed – Geto was ready, however, and drew a washcloth off his desk, cleaning her up in his lap.
“You did so well, pretty girl.” Geto murmured in her ear, rocking her like a child. She couldn’t deny that it felt right, her head hanging off his shoulder, breathing into his neck as he finished wiping her down. After throwing the towel to the ground, his hands didn’t leave her, pressing her entire body against him as if he had saved her. “Good girl.”
Geto picked her up easily – cradling her between his arms, dipping her onto his bed. He pulled the light covers over her, smiling when she looked up at him.
“You can take a nap here, don’t worry.”
He turned to Gojo, the rag in his mouth wet with spit, his hair a mess. He looked tortured, absolutely unhinged. Utahime watched them from the bed, eyes fluttering.
Geto kneeled beside him, a hand dropping to Gojo’s crotch.
“Now, you get a reward for waiting.”
Geto removed the fabric wrapped around his mouth, tossing it into the floor of his closet.
Gojo immediately spat on his face, his voice wrecked. “Asshole, I’ve never fucked her-”
The slap was sharp and sudden against Gojo’s face, and Utahime felt herself wince.
Gojo only let out a delayed whine, his voice low, bucking his hips forward into the air.
Geto smiled, coolly. “Shut the fuck up. She’s mine, too.”
Gojo looked delirious – Utahime wondered if he was even cognizant, able to realize where he was, as Geto unzipped his pants, immediately beginning to fist him roughly, Gojo’s dick swollen and red in his grasp.
Geto was huffing again, working his arm. He leaned forward into Gojo’s face. “You wanna feel her together?”
Utahime shivered, watching Gojo’s eyes shutting tight.
“Yeah.”
“You wanna stuff her full?” Geto grinned, his eye sliding to Utahime as he jerked off Gojo. “I bet she’s gonna dream about us both railing her, huh?”
Gojo made a piercing sound, his hips stuttering.
Geto’s voice was somehow still steady, constant as ever, as he leaned over Gojo, dominating him. “We’d do anything she asked, wouldn’t we?”
Gojo wailed, tilting into Geto’s hand, his legs shaking, unable to keep thrusting. “Yes.”
“She’s our princess, right?”
Geto was insane.
Utahime felt her cunt stir, her stomach clenching. Her hand traveled down to her clit without thinking, rutting against her own fist.
Princess, she repeated it in his voice, her mind memorizing the sound.
Gojo’s eyes were glazed over, his body shivering with every stroke. The desperate look he gave Utahime pierced through her, drool hanging in the corner of his mouth.
“Yes.”
“Good. Good boy. Now cum in my hand. Make a mess.”
The sweet lilt Geto used worked wonders – Gojo’s hips rocked in the chair, his throat constricting as he came, spilling over Geto’s hand, streaks of white running down his muscled arm.
Utahime had a hand on her cunt, spreading herself, rolling her clit between her fingers. She felt her heartbeat in her stomach, the sight of Geto covered in her and Gojo’s cum making her shake as she lazily fucked herself, adrenaline fueling her.
Gojo moaned in the chair, his body now slack, skin cross-hatched with angry red lines from the rope. Utahime’s cunt clenched, miserably empty.
Geto smiled when he noticed Utahime touching herself, sliding into the bed beside her, his hand gracefully covering her own.
“Need help?”