Jujutsu Fan Fic Collection

Gojo x Nanami x Fem Reader (throuple)

It had been a couple of months since you, Satoru and Nanami had all moved in together. Your taboo throuple relationship wouldn't get you all in trouble, but it would definitely make things harder for your men at work. You knew this because just the way you made the two men get along already had people questioning things. Sure, they weren't being loud or obvious about it but at one-point Mechamaru had told you that you were a statistical improbability.

Kento and Satoru might not hate each other, but they really didn't get along that much. Not until you transferred in from a Jujutsu agency in the states a couple of years ago. You smiled as you shook off these thoughts and padded from your shared room with the men into the large kitchen. It wasn't often that they were sent on missions without you these days, but it still happened occasionally. You might not have been as physically strong as the men, with whom you had grown so close, but your curses were a strong contender for Kento's at least.

You lounged across the couch flicking through the TV channels not able to find one you wanted to focus on. Your boyfriends weren't due home for another two days and it was driving you crazy. You had been dispatched on a couple of small local missions, but nothing that kept you from being home by a decent time. Boredom filled every ounce of your body as you clicked the TV off and huffed out a defeated sigh.

"Might as well," you said aloud to no one in particular as you picked up your phone. You thumbed through to your locked folder and opened it with the code. Several nudes of both of your men filled the screen before you, as your hand drifted between your legs on its own. You scrolled until you found a rare one that held both men in the same shot.

Your fingers pushed into your shorts and panties as your eyes traced over the naked men on the screen. You tucked one leg over the back of the couch, to give yourself more room, as your fingers stroked at your clit. Just the sight of them naked, standing next to each other with cocks in hand proudly looking at the mirror, as Satoru held up the phone a twinkle in the one eye that was uncovered by his blindfold, was enough to make you soaked. A slightly broken moan left your lips as your rubbed circles into the sensitive bud between your soaked folds. Nothing could ever make you feel as good as these two could when they touched you, but imagining your hand as one of theirs came close enough.

You rutted up into your hand as you swiped and were greeted with a picture of them in the same spot but holding each other's cocks instead. They didn't always interact with each other in a sexual way, even when double teaming you, but when they did it drove you wild. More moans left your mouth as you pushed out your first orgasm quickly. You were so absorbed in the picture you didn't hear the front door open. A second orgasm ripped through you as you heard someone speak up, the sound taking you by surprise and making you cum early.

"Oh, Princess we are home early," Satoru's voice rang out from the short hallway. They stepped around the corner before you had the opportunity to move your hand and Kento's eyes locked onto it immediately.

"Show me," he commanded as he strode over to the couch. You knew what he meant and immediately held up your phone. His face split into a grin as did Satoru's when he stepped up behind the blonde man.

"Oh, you naughty Princess. You just couldn't wait for us, could you?" Satoru cooed out. The tone differences between the men made more wetness gush out between your folds.

"And the other?" Kento asked, his gaze locked on your face. Your cheeks heated up as you pulled your hand from your panties and held it up. Though you hadn't put any fingers inside yourself yet all of your fingers were covered in your slick which shined in the light of the room.

"Oh, someone's already cum at least once," Satoru purred out as he swiftly hopped over the back of the couch, kicked your legs down off it in the process, and landed with his hips straddling yours. Kento, who was still standing behind the couch, grabbed your wrist and brought it up as far as he could. He lowered his head to close the space and shock covered your face as he licked your fingers clean.