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That lollipop dropped from your mouth, it stuck to the carpet, sticking like some kind of lever. You heard that sharp ping, your phone buzzed between your fingers.
It's Getou, messaging, calling now. Method in each ring, it's all patterned. You unfolded your legs from tangle you've fallen into, push your hair from your face like he can see you.
You're glad he can't. Then you pick up all coolly, breathe down the phone until he speaks first.
It's 2am, he should be asleep in his bed, knocked out from his second orgasm of the night, both of them ripped out raw by Satoru. That's their boring little gimmick. Sex and then more sex. It's only boring cause you're not involved, it's only boring cause they're not touching you.
So here you are, picking up his call and thinking about their sex, their intimate raunchy special time and the fact that you are not involved.
But the line crackles softly, Suguru's voice is a boat on waves. "Can you hear me?"
You scratch your elbow, rolling over onto your stomach, reaching for the lamps light. "Yes."
Something shuffles behind the phone, you hear Satoru's presence somewhere back there. The muffle of a two-word reply, Getou talking again. "Can you hear this?"
It's low, mechanical growl of a car. Satoru's got the money to buy cars but he's not materialistic like that. His purchases are one use, temporary for weeks. But it's a cars heart growling, begging for a run. You hear it through the phone, and you hear it through your window too.
You crawl out of bed, the blanket tangling between your toes, hopping to the window, wedging your phone between your shoulder and cheek. Pushing the glass, the air slaps you and so does the sight of a brand new sleek car. And also, Getou’s head out of the window.
All you can say is. "Wow."
You forget you're on the phone. "Wow.” he repeats. “Hey pretty thing. Come see us." You blink, phone cuts off.
They were fucking your reputation up, making people dizzy with you, confused on your personality, tripping over your two boyfriends, hoping you weren't fake nice.
You didn't mind then because they were fun. Now they're just annoying, pissing you off for no reason, stealing kisses when you seethed.
It made you feel like you were cheap.
When it's dark Satoru has his eyes out. They look like swirled marble, white and blue and something you want to touch. You would, you'd push his eyes into his skull, let it roll around a bit. Let him see the stupidity he does replayed.
"Long time no see." Suguru lolls his head towards you. Flicking the above car light on. You squint, Satoru chuckles, staring at you through the mirror.
"Yeah. Long time." Your arms are crossed. You can't believe you're here really. Especially after "missing" every single call from the both of them, patching certain classes, walking different corridors.
Satoru's tongue is in his cheek. He looks like he cannot believe you are there either, but his is temperament, a twitching eye and tearing from your gaze in the mirror just catch it again. "Were you trying to fuck us off?"
You rolled your eyes. That is a precise and true accusation, But Satoru doesn't need to know when he's right. "Not everything's to do with you guys y'know."
Satoru cuts you off almost, doesn't let you catch your breath. He says; "You still speak to Nanami though, Habibara. Hell, even those little no-names." His fingers drum on wheel, the noise catching Suguru's attention. "Not us though." The car goes faster. "Why?"
Getou smiles at you, a stupidly sharp contrast from the anger bubbling in Satoru. The windows rolled down and the bushes tells you Satoru's speeding. These slight bumps are rocking your neck back and forward, forward and back.
Your tongue feels foreign in your mouth. Their thing is that they won't ever leave you alone. They need to know what every thing means, including your facial expressions, your little twitches, the shift in your eyes when you're lying.
"There's no reason."
That type of shift.
You wore these shorts to get their attention, tease him with them thighs. When Suguru looks down it makes you cringe, you know he knows you did it on purpose. He says things for targets, hates small talk but does it anyway.
He is twisted away from the road, his eyes are straight at you. "Nice shorts."
His eyes are passing shadows of the streetlights coming and going. You cross your legs. "They're old."
Suguru makes a noise. His eyes scrutinise your reaching. "They're pretty new."
"Are they?" Suguru doesn't believe a thing. "Hmm, maybe yeah, pretty view too." He bites his lip, squinting a bit. He pulls a menthol disposable from Satoru's cup holder. He's happy listening for now. "Seriously, where have you been though? You fucked us off bad."
You just shrug, staring at the roads. You don't know how Suguru doesn't feel motion sick yet, facing the opposite side of the steering. You would have by now. "I've been places. You could've seen me."
Now, here is where you begin to feel targeted. When Satoru indicates right, cruises to a stop in an alleyway just outside the drugstore car park. When he switches the engine off and the vehicles hum can't interfere with the tension.
Satoru Gojo himself speaks up. "We didn't though." It's quiet after that.
You feel like you're breaking something. "That's not my fault."
Satoru turns too, twinning with his bitch boy too. "We should've though. You've been avoiding us, drop your shitty little act."
Something hardens in your chest. Both their eyes are glued to your face, your arms crossed and Suguru blows vape smoke in your face. Satoru follows. They wait for your noise in silence. It's a beat, a pant and a wait for your answer.
And all you think to do is get out of the fucking car.
So you do.
You slide your arm over, fingers on the handle and throw your whole body against the door, tumbling out like weeds do.
You hear the clatter of the protests paired with the door. Within your brief glance backwards, Satoru has already turned on the car, Suguru has already lifted the hand-break and the car has already started heaving.
You speed walk in the baltic breeze, forgetting about your attention-seeking shorts. They know you're no good with confrontation. That's probably why they've got you here, prevent you from avoiding them with your adverse attitude, fucking up their attacks aim. You shiver like a new born.
Walking forward, the way the cars going. This a short-term answer as of now, something they'll latch on. The alleyway is dim too, Satoru's headlights lighting your path.
Gojo rolls the car out beside you, going painfully slow. The window screen is sucked up by the car.
Satoru leans over Suguru, ducks his head to look through the window, asks, "What even is this?"
You don't know yet but you speed up, arms crossed your your chest. This is dirty defiance. "A protest."
Satoru sounds pissed off. "Of what?"
"Both of you cunts." You snap, turning to the window. "Ruining my reputation at school. You guys are not representative of me."
Satoru chuckles, lightly slapping Getou. His shoulder doesn't lean away from it, he's not laughing though, just a bright grin saying he is so so close to doing so.
"We know that." Suguru drawls. "I mean Satoru's a sick fuck." His laugh releases then.
"I know." You sneer.
"Hey!" Satoru slaps Sugurus thigh.
Suguru then points to himself after, still clearly amused. "I'm a sick fuck."
The car stops then. You stop with it.
"I know."
Silence. Suguru steps out. He shakes out his hands. "I mean, be real with yourself," He’s stood in front, squinting ahead of you. He's eyes pierce you in, fucking up your thinking, your breathing, your basic line of functioning. "You like us."
You don't answer. Emergency signals are blaring by your brain, warning you that this situation is really real and somehow supposed to be impossible? Like, you know they're hot. Satoru's attention leaves you itching for more everyday. And Suguru's surveillance makes you want to perform, to spin on your fucking toes. His thumb on your jaw, rubbing away hostility. "You like us, yeah?"
You, Satoru and Suguru stand dead center of the alleyway, no one can see you unless they stand at the entrance and these birds don't pay attention around here. You are in the middle of the alleyway in the freezing cold. You don't even know if Satoru has a licence, but like, this surpasses all those problems. You are a whisper. "I really do."
His lips are pillows on your forehead. He's stuck to you like glue. "Well we like you too. Don't we Satoru?"
You hadn't realised when Satoru climbed out of the car, when he was stood behind you, hard chest on your back. He's puffing on that menthol disposable. Nicotine makes him jittery.
"We do."
Suguru's lips brush yours. "Hear that? We like you."
They were plunging you into extreme ecstasy. He smells like mint and Satoru and it turns you on so bad. The fact they play together, the fact they want to play with you. Have you as a piece in their dysfunctional puzzle.
That's when Suguru takes his kiss, aware of your defeat, allowing of your previous defiance. He knows how to deal with difficult girls and boys alike. If you asked him he'd say to ask Satoru. Suguru tamed him first.
His lips are minty, a hot heat that contrasts your freezing body. He wants to take what's been escaping him, open and willing. Suguru bites though, lets you know you've been a little shit.
Satoru's plush behind you, undoubtedly watching this unfold, enthralled by this new scene, it's something he'll happily get familiar with. But he's busy too, stretching your shirt to explode your shoulder, nipping your skin, making his stage known. Eyeing Suguru from behind you, it’s loud.
Suguru pulls off, leaving your mouth open and swollen like allergies do. His eyes are desire filled. "This is what happens when you let us in."
Satoru makes a noise behind you, clearly attention-seeking, loud so that eyes are on him. Suguru's focus shifts. "Behave Satoru."
He bites you harder, redirected punishment. Jealously looks good on him though. Suguru reaches a hand to Satoru's cheek, pulling him in, trapping you in their solid walls.
Suguru and Satoru connect a bridge over your shoulder. Kissing and kissing and biting. They are sweet with whatever, catch each other everywhere and anywhere. They take each other for what they are and suck it all out. They are harsher, it's clear that Satoru appreciates being bitched around.
They get all heated above you. You feel your cunt clenching, getting hot as they consume each other, feeling wild at the heat of being inbetween them. Your hand reaches down under his trousers for Suguru's dick, wrapping your small around it, you grind yourself against Satoru's bulge. They both moan.
But Satoru's definitely angrier at you. He's behind, being huge. Now breaking away from Suguru’s kiss, grappling your neck, twisting your head to kiss him. His teeth in your lips and he tongues over it after. Dizzying, he is getting in control of you, his other hand now controlling the motion of your grinding against him. Suguru's lips against your exposed throat, then his hand on your waist. Satoru's other had moves too, slides up to your neck.
Satoru’s mouth nips your ear. “Can't believe you tried to leave us. Here you are literally fucking is both.”
You are grinding on Gojo, like, really. You like to spit shit to each, slap each other and fuck each other after.
Both their fingers slide against each other around your neck, hand-holding around you. They are both so big, Suguru’s wide shoulders hiding you from anyone behind. Satoru’s height has your neck straining.
Satoru angles your face up. "Open."
You open. You'd open up anything for them, slice your stomach open and let them reach for something inside. You open your mouth, you know what he's looking for in you.
His other hand slides into your mouth. Suguru takes over your neck and squeezes.
"Don't leave us again. We are yours. Take care of us, okay? We always take care of you." And it’s true.
You moan and nod. Submissive under him. He isn't patient, likes to snap and wants you to feel remorse. To feel bad for fucking up and messing with him. You don't find personal it, it's just barrier you get by. He's sexy being mad.
Satoru removes his finger, sticking them into his mouth and dropping his hand. You moan again.
"Be nice to us." Suguru instructs. Who are you to ignore order? A brat is something you aren’t, you think.
Satoru picks your leg up, it hands over his elbow and Suguru reaches for your shorts, sliding them to the side, making way for his one man posey .
You feel Satoru dick slide against your wetness, fiddling with your clit. Trying to make you feel a fraction of the hurt you did to him. But it's not fair, you push back, desperate to get him in you, to let him fuck you out in the open.
Fuck those stupid animals. Fuck anyone else that drives by. Fuck the street cameras. You need it, breathe it, have to have him now, in you, now.
And they just talk, like you're not thrashing and desperate. Like their voices alone aren't enough to make you come untouched.
Satoru’s cocky voice, “She’s so fucking wet.”
Satoru needs satisfaction too, slips himself into you hard, makes your feet rise off the ground for a second. He moves your arms to drape behind his neck and over his shoulder, supporting you with a hand now underneath your raised thigh, other hand supporting you by your waist.
You're spread out bare, and they just keep talking.
Satoru picks up again, dodgy breath work cause he sounds hoarse every time he bottoms out. Repeating the motion getting of lost inside of you, his dick against your cunt walls. Satoru affirms Suguru’s, be nice to us, because he says, "He's right you know. We had to jack of together thinking of you, describing you."
You keen, thirsty for them. That turns you on so bad. Your skin is burning and Satoru moans loud.
"Fuck, that turn you on? You a slut like that? Can you feel you so much, feel you tighten around me."
Your cunt clenched again. Satoru moans.
And Suguru's watching, hand on his dick, blowing out the last smoke of his disposable before striding towards you both. His hand decorating your neck. Dick rubbing against your shaky singular standing leg.
“Our pretty girl,” he praises. “Help me out yeah?”
He slides his dick against your thigh, precum sticking to you. He takes your dangling hand, kisses you knuckles, palm, fingers innocently, lovingly. Then, takes it to your thigh, placing it over his dick, makes you pump him a few times, the whisper of your name flying.
He presses your hand against his dick and against your thigh. It's a make-shift hole, your hand and your thigh, and he's fucking it, his hand pushing hard against yours, pressure on his big dick.
And it's so fucking hot when he starts moving, grunting and catching his tip against the flesh in between you thumb and pointer occasionally.
You're all so loud. Satoru's skin is slapping against you. Your head hangs and you watch him disappear in your pussy. Suguru’s head leans against your shoulder, gripping you waist to stable himself. Both their paces increase.
"So fucking tight. Taking me so good. Do you hear yourself? You fucking love this, want us to fuck you so good." He's head hangs, biting your shoulder. He's so close to coming. "Don't worry your pretty head, we’ll take care of you."
His motions become erratic, sloppy and hard. Your feet often leave the floor, Satoru basically carrying you as he fucks into you hard. The sound of skin slapping escaping. He desperately tries and successfully finds that feeling within you to snap and release in. He groans in your ear, your pussy responding and taking him deeper. He comes to a slow stop after a few shallow thrusts, pulling out with a loud wet sound.
Your pussy glistening in the air and his white come spilling out of you slowly, dropping on the gravel. Satoru slaps your tits and groans loud at the sight. "Fuckk..."
Suguru has stopped his ministrations to watch. His eyes low, enthralled by your clenching cunt, watching Satoru's seed gravitate out of you. Satoru lets your leg down, making you wobbly on your feet. He keeps a hand on your waist still.
He turns his head to Suguru, blissed out and voice heavy. "You need to fuck her, Suguru. Better that we ever could've thought."
Suguru slips a finger in you, making you keen and lean against his chest. "Such a mess baby. Satoru fucked you so good didn't he?”
You nod, eyes stuck on him as he sweet-talks you. It’s honey.
Suguru lifts you up by your legs, you wrap them against his waist. He heads to the car and ignores how you bite at his neck.
"Open the car."
The car clicks. He open the door and lets you go against the seat, your legs hand out the door. Suguru’s shadow blocks the doorway. Satoru gets in at the other side.
Suguru’s hand on your clit ignites you again, and the feeling of Suguru sheathing himself inside you had you screaming, he’s got desperate for him. You never knew how much you needed him to be in you.
Satoru slams the other door, you can't even see him, only Suguru's glowing face, his mouth open, moving in and out of slowly, finger on your clit. Your eyes shutting.
"So fuckin pretty.” he comments, “Do you want to come?”
You eyes fly open, you nod feverishly, reaching out to his shoulder, your other arm lying straight on Satoru's lap. His fingers intertwine with yours.
“Say please.”
His words were barely heard, you’re so lost in him. Your turn your head to the side so busy with the growing tightness in your cunt.
Suguru snaps his hips harshly once and abruptly stops his motions, demanding your attention back to him. His large hand twists your clothed tit.
You have to manually breathe, rework and find yourself enough for you to speak.
“Please.”
“Good girl.” he drawls, “There you are.” You almost sob at the feeling of him being back in you, stretching you out. “This is what happens when you behave.”
Satoru tilts your head up to him. He coos, “So so pretty.” You hadn't realised when he pulled his phone out, recording you no doubt it. The camera in your face doesn’t deter you. It has you hot, knowing they’ll be evidence of them slutting you out majorly.
Satoru taps your cheek. "Open up."
You obliged, his fingers in your mouth, closing around them. He pulls your shirt up, hitching it under your neck, tits on full display, bouncing with your whole body. He slaps the right then left one.
"Satoru's so selfish,” Sugur breathes, “didn’t let you come. How mean.”
He fucks you harder, your legs trembling against his skin, his hand pressed against you legs, keeping you open, letting you get used, your clit abused.
"Letting yourself get fucked on camera, so fuckin filthy. No different than us.” Satoru chuckles, hooking a finger in your cheeks while you realease an even louder pitched moan.
"You can let it go now baby. Come for us."
Snap, it's winding up then fucking snaps, you're out of this world, in some transcendent other world, pleasure filling you senses, stomach rising off the seat. You give them what they've wanted for so so so long.
Your return to earth is dizzying. Suguru's louder now, moans more constant, motions faster but no rhythm as he realises just after, white cum painting your walls, it mixes with Satoru's come.
You eyes are shut, breathing and recovering. You’ve never felt like that in your life, ever. This is regular for them. They feel this all the time.
Suguru push’s your shorts back in place, their sticky cum soiling your shorts, a visible wet spot already forming.
Suguru stands, his trousers pulled up. Your eyes heavy. "Look at our tired girlfriend."
Satoru's phones plays out lewd noises, your moans singing out of his phone speaker, he's lightly palming himself through his trousers. He comments off-handedly, "You're so fucking hot.
Suguru kisses your cheek, soothing circles against your trembling thigh. "He's the sickest fuck outta us both."
You roll your eyes. Suguru's chuckles and pulls you up, carrying you to the backseat. He places a kiss on your forehead. "You already knew what you were getting yourself into."
He shuts the car door.
You can’t complain at all, cause you did know what you were getting yourself into. You've craved it for fucking ages.