Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru

Satoru's heart was pounding in his chest as he stood on set, the heat in his body rising with every second that passed. Today wasn't just another scene. No this was something he had been fantasizing about for a good few months now, ever since you and him had your last shoot. He was getting to film with both you and Suguru. he could barley believe It was happening. he wasn't new to sharing partners, and had done many threesomes before, but this felt different, you weren't just anyone's partner, no, you were Suguru's partner. He was your boyfriend, the one person Satoru had watched him be so tender and caring with and now Satoru would get to be in the middle of It all. The camera's started rolling, and Satoru positioned himself beneath you, lying flat on his back, while his hands gripped your hips, guiding you to straddle his waist. he could feel the warmth radiating from your body, and god, was he jealous that Suguru got you all to himself. He nudged his thick cock against your slick folds which were already wet with arousal, teasign you slowly, and a shiver ran through him as his eyes darted up—your flushed face, lips parted in anticipation. “Fuck, you look good like this,” Satoru murmured, his voice husky with desire as his hands tightened their grip on your hips. “So ready for me, aren’t you?” Hearing your needy whimper in response, he slowly rocked his hips, lowering you onto his cock, and as the tight heat enveloped him, causing his eyes to flutter shut for a moment, as he basked in the feeling.

Behind you, Suguru watched with a lazy smirk, letting his hair down, his dark eyes gleaming with approval as he leaned forward, chest pressing against your back, one large hand gliding over your body, squeezing your ass possessively, "Look at you, suger," He purred against the soft shell of your ear, his breath hot against your neck. "Taking him so well, I'm sure you'll manage when I enter you too, right, just from back here."

Satoru’s fingers dug deeper into your skin as he bucked his hips upwards, pushing himself further inside you. "Shit—god I won't last with you squeezing me like that" Satoru groaned, looking up at Suguru through half-lidded eyes. "How do you get anything done with them looking like this every day?"

Suguru let out a low chuckle, his hand ghosting over your skin, sending shivers through your body. "Oh, I manage," he replied, his tone laced with pride as he gave your ass a playful squeeze.

Satoru’s hips snapped upward again, making you gasp as the feeling of him inside you sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. Just as your hands braced themselves against his chest, Suguru leaned in closer, his fingers gently parting your ass cheeks, aligning his cock with your tight hole. The sensation of him pressing against your entrance had you moaning, your body trembling with the overwhelming fullness.

"Easy," Suguru whispered, placing a kiss on the back of your neck as he slowly started to push himself in. "I’ve got you. Just relax, sweetheart, let me in."

The sensation was nearly too much—Satoru beneath you, thrusting up into your slick heat, while Suguru stretched you from behind, his cock filling you inch by inch. You could feel their muscles shifting under your touch, the heat radiating from their bodies, and the heavy sound of their breathing surrounded you.

"Fuck," Satoru groaned, his hands moving from your hips to your waist, holding you steady as both men worked in tandem to fill you. "I-I can't take it—Nghh."

Suguru smirked, his pace slow and steady as he pushed himself deeper into your tightness. "Mmm, We've barley started Satrou, and you're already nearing the edge?" he murmured, his voice a dark rumble. "Such a good little thing, taking us both like this."

You could barely respond, the pleasure overwhelming you as both men began to move in sync. Each of Suguru’s deep, deliberate thrusts pushed you further down onto Satoru’s cock, the two of them driving into you with an intensity that had your mind spinning.

Satoru’s hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts, teasing your nipples, and sliding down to rub your clit, his breath ragged as he tried to hold back his release. "Fuck, Suguru, this is insane," he gasped, his hips jerking upward with each thrust. "I can’t—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the door to the set slammed open, and a voice rang out.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Ava stormed in, her eyes blazing with fury as she marched toward the scene. The camera crew stumbled back in confusion, unsure whether to cut the shot or keep rolling.

"This was supposed to be my shoot!" Ava spat, her fists clenched at her sides. "Who the fuck gave them the role?"

Satoru groaned in frustration, his movements slowing as Ava’s outburst shattered the heated rhythm between the three of you. Suguru, still buried inside you, let out a long, annoyed sigh, his hands tightening their grip on your waist to keep you from pulling away.

"Not now, Ava," Suguru growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something?"

But Ava wasn’t having it. She stomped closer, her eyes narrowing as she glared at you. "I was supposed to be the star of this scene, not them!"