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meraki [2]

requested! i loved reading the Meraki fic! it was amazing how good of a writer you are! do you think you could do a pt.2 but this time, they invite *force* y/n to come over to their home for some “personal tutoring”? -> more jjk!! (Gojoo & geto) -> could you do a pt.2 of meraki? -> could you write satoru and suguru overstimming the reader to the point where she’s all swollen and crying? all by anonymous!

tw. yandere, dubcon, noncon, teacher/student relationship, polyamorous, threesome, geto and gojo are your teachers, underage reader, fingering, overstimulation, gagged (with your own panties), forced orgasm, unbalanced power dynamics, use of pretty/baby, use of slut/whore, dumbification, fucking (by both geto and gojo), crying, begging not spellchecked!

part one.

you're not quite sure how you've ended up squished between two of your two teachers on a couch in their apartment they shared just outside of campus grounds.

but you're not surprised. ever since that day in the classroom, nothing either of them did shocked you; even if the disgust and fear never faded away.

you'd learned long ago to stop trusting them—truthfully, you're not sure you ever had. it's why you'd been scared of them, hadn't it? because they'd scared you and unnerved you in a way that was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before.

it hadn't mattered, though, had it? it hadn't mattered that you'd been scared out of your mind of them because you'd still wound up trapped in their grasps, unable to get away.

but it's something new, something unventured and more vulnerable to be trapped, alone with the both of them in their home. this was their element, their space... you were completely in the unknown with no concept of the space or the in and outs of where things were or weren't.

you were there for the taking.

you try to make yourself as small as possible but it's useless because nothing stops their hands from grabbing at you. all you can feel is the two of them; gojo on your right and geto on your left. towering figures that swallow you whole, gojo's hand on your thigh, the other playing with a strand of hair. geto's playing with the hem of your school blouse while the other brushes across the exposed skin of your neck.

their touches are overwhelming. they're overwhelming.

you can feel their eyes on you, watching you. the second they'd pulled you from class they'd been surrounding you, never giving you even a second of opportunity for escape—guiding you out of campus and on a short train ride all with the promise that they'd "help you understand it better" and that "they couldn't leave their precious student confused on her academics".

which, you knew, meant nothing academic whatsoever.

when you'd seen the apartment building, you'd tried to pull away, tried to turn around and run but geto and gojo had been relentless in tugging you up the walkway and to the door. the apartment was big and simply looked expensive from the outside, but the second you'd walked through the door, you'd seen just how lavish their entire apartment was.

they'd wasted no time helping you take off your shoes and jacket, geto bending to slip your feet out of the brown flats while gojo pulled your jacket off your shoulder in one fell swoop. it was fair to comfortable and you'd moved to hug yourself the second you'd been able to, stilling when gojo's hand had fallen on your lower back to guide you forward.

that's how you ended up here. on their couch. squished between them.

"are you comfortable, baby?"

it's gojo who asks the question; his sickly sweet voice pulling you from your thoughts as you blink over at him. your face has remained entirely passive this entire time, but the fear in your gaze was plain as day to both of them.

gojo just laughs. "you look tense."

"want some water?" geto offers, leaning forward and pulling your attention on him as closes in further on your personal space.

"n-no," you manage to force out, shaking your head. your arms continue to remain locked around yourself, hugging your arms as you try to sink further back into the cushions of the couch. "i'm okay."

squeezing your thigh, gojo hums; "should we get started then?"

his eyes are on you, but it's clear the question is meant for geto.

"i think," geto agrees with a simply not, the hand that had been playing with the hem of your shirt raises, grabbing your arm.

your heart lurches. "what... what are we doing?" you ask, unable to hide the way your voice shakes as your gaze flickers frantically between the both of them.

"you'll see," is all geto offers.

you're lifted to your feet by geto, tugging you by your arm as you feel gojo's hand slide lower, moving to your ass. the second you're standing, he squeezes, pulling a cry of surprise from your laugh that causes the both of them to laugh.

your cheeks burn.

"let's go to the bedroom, shall we?" geto offers, nodding his head as he gestures for you to follow.

you eye him for a moment, then gojo, and finally past gojo to the hall which you assume leads to the bedroom. it wasn't like you hadn't expected that's why they'd brought you here in the first place, but it suddenly seemed more scary when faced with the reality of it. you didn't want to move and your body froze as a result.

"y/n," gojo calls, voice sharp. "let's go."

you just shake your head.

geto sighs. "still so defiant..."

"i know," gojo huffs.

your gaze lowers but then there are hands on your waist and you're being lifted, your feet leaving the ground as a gasp of surprise leaves your lips. your world is turned upside down as geto throws you over his shoulder, your hands bracing against your back to catch yourself in surprise.

"wha—"

a sharp slap is delivered to your ass before you can finish your words and you yelp.

"no more fighting," geto hisses. "or they'll be punishment."

gripping the back of his shirt, you clench your firsts.

geto starts walking then, gojo in front of him, and the blood rushes to your head as you rock with geto's movements. it's hard to get a good look of where you are upside down, and you're afraid geto will drop you so you're mainly focused on holding onto him, and keep a good distance from letting your head smack against his ass.

you hear a door opening and shutting, seeing gojo's legs in your peripheral for a moment before he's gone.

"give her 'ere."

"yup."

you're flipped once again, hands on your waist shifting you until you're dropped into another pair of waiting ones. it takes you a moment, blinking, before you realize you're in gojo's lap and he's sitting on a bed, propped up against a headboard. your back is pressed his chest with his arms locked around your middle, holding you in place.

geto crawls in front of you a second later.

crouched in front of you, the dark-haired man stares up at you through his lashes, his hair pulled out of his usual bun and some strands falling in his face.

"we're gonna teach you about endurance today, okay baby?"

stomach fluttering, you shift in gojo's grasp. "e-endurance?"

"that's right," gojo nods, pressing his cheek against yours. "we're going to see how many times we can make you cum."

face still burning, your chest tightens as their words settle over you. instantly, that fear strikes you deep once again and you're shaking your head before you even realize it. "i-i don't think—"

gojo's hands fall on your legs, squeezing tightly; "what did we say about arguing?"

instantly, you're lips clamp shut.

the both of them share a satisfied smile.

"good," geto praises softly, "now." he leans forward, lowering his face as gojo simultaneously uses the grip he has on your legs to raise them, tucking them so they're wrapped around his and then using his legs to spread yours. instantly, you shift as the strain grows, gojo forcing your legs wide.

"ah!"

"we haven't even touched you yet, baby." gojo laughs at your reaction, pressing a kiss to the edge of your jaw.

your eyes zone in on geto, seeing him move. his hands grab your skirt, lifting the hem of it and flipping it back so the both of them can see your underwear. it's a pretty light blue pair of cheeky panties and you look away as you feel the both of them zone in on it.

gojo breathes heavily next to you. "matches my eyes, don't ya think?"

geto just scoffs, shaking his head as he moves to grab them. he tugs them down, gojo lifting you by your hips so geto can pull them down your legs, gojo guiding your legs close briefly while geto pulls the panties off one leg, and then the other, before taking them and shoving them in his pocket.

he smirks at you as gojo forces your legs apart once more.

"for later," he teases.

you swallow thickly.

focusing back on your pussy, geto shifts so he's inbetween both yours and gojo's legs, taking his hand and spreading your lips to fully reveal your clit.

you close your eyes in embarrassment.

"such a pretty pussy, huh, satoru?"

hands raising to squeeze your breast through your close, gojo moans wantonly. "the prettiest," he groans, the voice sinful next to your ears as you try to zone out their words with no success.

"our pretty pussy."

the cold air hitting your pussy makes it grow wet, that in combination with the two pair of eyes closely watching it. your head is turned away so you don't notice gojo's free hand sneak lower until the pads of his fingers press against your clit directly.

you jump instantly in reaction, a gasp pulling from your lips at the touch, but gojo's grip keeps you in place. your attention instantly snaps to his hand, pressed against your pussy, watching as he slowly starts to move his hand and swirl his fingers around your clit, stimulating it.

"o-oh... oh!"

you instinctively move to close your legs but are stopped by gojo's, forced to stay spread open as gojo rubs your clit and geto watches closely, eyes never leaving you.

"ah!" you cry, feeling the pleasure build. gojo's movements are sinful and he knows how to get you going, his experience allowing him to build your pleasure quite easily. your pussy grows slick with sweat as you tense, your hands moving to grab his in a futile effort to get him to stop before geto's grabbing both of your wrists in his one.

he towers in front of you, looming. "uh-uh, keep your hands to yourself, pretty girl."

your lips part but you're cut off as a moan pulls from your lips, gojo shifting to take your clit in between his thumb and pointer finger, rolling it with light pressure.

"uh! ah! oh my god!"

"that's it," gojo coos. "let me make you feel good, pretty."

he combines that with squeezing your breast tightly, your body tensing as your body arches, trying to fight his grip to no avail.

the coil is tightening as you let out pathetic moans, head falling back as you try to wiggle away.

"look at that, satoru," geto calls out a moment later. "she's clenching on nothing."

gojo peers over your shoulder, watching as you clench your pussy tightly, your gaping hole empty and ignored as his movements grow quicker.

"poor slut," gojo laughs. "she's desperate for something to fill that pretty, tight, little hole of hers."

"well, good thing i can help with that."

geto's presence grows close once again as he leans forward, you watching him through blurred vision until you feel something prodding at your entrance. it takes you a second to realize it's his finger, pushing in slowly as gojo's movements never slow until it's fully sheathed in you and you cry out.

"oh my god! su-suguru-sensei!"

geto grins as gojo pouts; "hey! whos the one that's been making you feel good?"

squeezing your breast harshly, gojo's movements turn ferverent.

"sa-satoru-sensei! satoru-sensei!"

"that's a good girl."

geto just rolls his eyes, pulling his finger back before shoving it back in faster. his movements repeat, quicker and quicker, before after a minute he's adding a second finger, filling you up more in a way that has you squealing.

the both of them together has you seeing stars. you're barely aware of your movements as you writhe in gojo's arms, moaning and crying as the pleasure builds and the coil tightens, building and building, until after a minute more, it snaps.

you cum with a scream, spasming as you're brought to a sensation you've never felt yet before. gojo and geto have made you cum before but this was different; stronger and more intense. your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as geto continues to finger you and gojo stimulates your clit.

"ah! ah! thank... thank you! thank you, se-senseis!" you cry out, the bliss of your orgasm making you forget yourself for a moment as geto and gojo watch you closely, enjoying the way you scream out for them.

but then, as your orgasm fades and you're brought back to your senses, you realize their movements don't stop.

don't ever slow; even a little.

sensitive from your orgasm and confused, you try to pull away with more desperation, needing a break. but gojo holds you tight and neither of them falter once.

"w-wait! please! i... it's too much! i... i.. i can't."

"endurance," geto calls out, meeting your gaze as you turn to him confused.

gojo presses a kiss to your cheek; "we told you remember?"

"tonight is about learning about endurance."

their words from before come back to mind, gasping out as the pleasure begins to swallow your senses once more. they're never relenting, their movements never slowing—if anything, you feel like they're quickening their pace as you pull against geto's grip on your wrists, crying out in mercy.

"please! it's too much!"

"you can do it," gojo encourages mockingly, pinching your clit. "we know you can."

"you're fucking soaking wet," geto moans, and it's then you finally register the wet sounds of your pussy as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. "dripping all over our bed like a little slut."

"she moans like one too," gojo laughs. "fucking screaming our names and calling us sensei. what a dirty little slut."

the orgasm comes quicker the second time, already sensitive. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you spasm, sweat coating every inch of your skin, muscles growing tired and strained as the sensitivity becomes too much.

the both of them don't relent, even as you orgasm.

"fuck!" geto hisses, "she squirted!"

"no way!"

"all over my fucking shirt too. what a horny bitch."

ashamed, their words are muffled as you feel drool slip down your chin, brain turning to mush as your second orgasm fades, body spasming and twitching as their movements continue in a torturing and painful pace.

"pleash!" you cry, words muffled as your lips barely move the way you want them too. "it's too much!"

"deal with it," gojo growls in your ear.

"i wanna make her squirt again," geto whispers as his pace quickens, spurred on like a mad man.

it's painful. too painful. your clit is too senstive, and it hurts and you want it to stop. but you can't get away. you feel your eyes well with tears as the pain starts to blur into that blissful pleasure, building as it wells deep in your core.

"oh god! oh god! pleash! make... make it stop!"

but they don't. and you orgasm again. and again. and again.

five orgasms and you're unable to think, the words that leave your lips are nothing but muffled, pathetic pleas that go to uncaring ears. there's drool pouring down your chin and your body is limp, unable to move anything as you ride through your fifth orgasm.

only, this time, they stop.

as you calm, the relief that floods you is undeniable. you sag with relief as a sob wretches past your lips, eyes falling shut.

"look suguru, poor baby is all fucked out."

as geto pulls his fingers out, you hiss, overly sensitive to even the simplest movements.

"her pussy is so red and puffy," geto explains and you sniffle quietly to yourself.

gojo shifts behind you, moving to stand as you fall back against the bed, not an ounce of fight left in you.

there's a moment of silence and then your legs are grabbed and you're tugged across the bed, pulled to the edge where geto stands. as you slowly blink your eyes open to look at him, your eyes widen with sudden alert at the sight of him with his pants off and his dick out, hard.

you instantly use the little bit of strength you have to try and pull aay.

"please," you beg, desperate, shaking your head as the tears well all over again. "please, don't. it hurts! it's too much! i can't handle it... i don't—please suguru-sensei! please!"

geto just watches you beg and cry, holding you place even as you try to scramble away, never once blinking an eye.

you turn your attention to gojo, sat on the chair to left of the room. "satoru-sensei! please!"

"sorry, baby," gojo shrugs, "this is your lesson. we want to make sure it properly sticks."

you sob, hands raising in front of you to weakly push at geto as he yanks you towards him completely. the tears are relentless down your cheeks, pathetic sobs as geto simply slots himself between your legs. he reaches forward, grabbing the collar of your shirt and tugs, ripping it down the stream of buttons and you wince at the sound of it ripping.

tugging it off of your body, geto teasingly tosses it gojo's way who laughs as he catches it and then geto is pulling the straps of your bra down your shoulders, flipping it until it's against your belly and your breast free.

he focuses back on his pussy then, grabbing his dick and lining it up against your entrance. you instantly scream in response, trying to kick him away.

"no! no! it hurts!"

"ugh," geto huffs. "i'm tired of listening to you whine."

"so mean, suguru."

"she'll sound prettier like this anyways."

gripping you by the jaw, geto pinches harshly, forcing your mouth open before shoving something inside. it takes you a second to realize it's your own underwear. he uses his fingers to shove it fully in, filling your mouth completely before using his fingers to force your mouth shut.

"don't even think about spitting that out."

the look in his eyes is dangerous and you just nod smally.

your fate is inescapable then. using one hand to grab your left leg, geto uses his right to guide his cock to your pussy, pushing into your entrance with ease thanks to your multiple orgasms before. the pressure is outstanding and instantly, a muffled squeal leaves your lips as you're filled to the brim, this time stretching your walls much more than geto's fingers had.

once he's inside, geto's hand falls on your other leg and he doesn't hesitate starting, pounding into you. his pace is relentless, slamming into you in a way that has you blacking out for brief seconds as your fingers clench the bed sheets for some kind of purchase.

it's useless.

you're rocked back and forth, body being used like a ragdoll as geto uses you to his discretion.

"that's it," geto moans, head falling back as he grunts in pleasure. "taking me so well, slut. you're so fucking tight!"

his right hand is falling on your pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit similar to how gojo had before. you flinch instantly, eyes bulging as you scream, your saliva being soaked up by your own panties as your puffy, red and sensitive clit is rubbed relentlessly.

you must black out for longer than a few seconds, the world flickering in and out as geto slowly reaches his high, before finally his movements still and he bottoms out in you, without letting his fingers stop so you reach your orgasm a second after he does.

your pussy squeezes him as you do, pulling at the bed sheets as you let your head loll against the bed, shaking violently.

"we've properly fucked her out, huh, suguru?"

gathering himself, geto pulls out, pulling away as you twitch in response but otherwise don't move, limp and fucked out.

geto laughs at gojo; "too bad she's still got you to fuck her."

"she probably won't be able to speak."

"i'm not sure she can now."

"well, not when you gag her."

"but look how pretty she looks with her own panties shoved in her mouth, tasting herself?"

"can't deny that."

you don't notice or see gojo move in front of you. you don't see him unbuckle his pants and line himself at your entrance. there's not a single thought in your head, brain mush, only twitching as he pushes himself in, a gargled and muffled cry of sorts leaving your lips as he begins to fuck into you.

his movements are softer then gojo but he puts emphasis in dragging it out, hitting your spot deliberately everytime until, eventually, his thumb moves to stroke your clit too.

you spasm, twitching and bending on the bed as you're brought to your seventh and final orgasm of the night, riding it out with gojo as he groans, enjoying the way your breasts bounce with every jerk he pounds into you.

he's feeling particularly cruel so as he calms from his orgasm and you do too, he makes sure to press down on your clit, enjoying the way your tired, sweaty and limp body jerks as the tears stream down your cheeks.

you're thoroughly fucked out. soar and exhausted, both men stand back to eye your body, enjoying the state they've put you in and caused you to endure.

already thinking about what they could do to you next.

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