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Sleep refuses to visit Geto Suguru on sweltering summer nights.
The bottle of prescribed pills sits untouched on his bedside table, its presence vivid despite the dark. He won’t take them, he despises the idea of surrendering control. Life as a sorcerer already demands too much; he has no desire to add another burden to the tally.
The sound of his door slowly creaking open, followed by footsteps, cuts through his fogged thoughts, and he stiffens. The mattress dips under another weight.
“Suguru.” It’s Satoru, ugh. “Are you awake?”
Suguru doesn’t answer. He has no patience for him, especially today. Gojo Satoru is insufferable—always has been, ever since they met this year. They clash constantly, whether it’s heated words in class or blows exchanged during sparring. It’s why he never addresses Satoru with his surname, he doesn’t deserve that courtesy.
Today’s fight was over strategy. The mission had a clear plan that was written out in their assignment prior to leaving. But Satoru, with his swollen ego and reckless confidence, insisted on improvising. Suguru had nearly lost his temper then, and now he forces his breathing into a steady rhythm, feigning sleep while anger simmers beneath the surface.
What unsettles him most is how attractive Satoru is. The smirk he wore when Suguru gagged on his first swallowed curses, the way his pale blue eyes darken when they take in Suguru’s sweat-soaked shirt post-training. It never fails to make Suguru squirm.
Suguru isn’t oblivious. For all of Satoru’s arrogance, his gaze speaks wonders, revealing intentions Suguru can’t ignore. And though he hates to admit it, the knowledge that he can stir Satoru to such intensity makes his own heart flutter.
“You sleep pretty soundly, don’t you?” Satoru murmurs, voice pitched low.
Suguru catches the edge of bad intentions beneath the words, the kind of intent that makes his skin prickle. It takes everything in him not to shift, not to betray the invitation his body aches to give. Satoru thrives on power, Suguru knows that better than anyone. He’s seen the way Satoru behaves when he thinks no one is watching, with his arrogance laid bare.
Silence follows. Suguru listens instead, attuned to the steadily uneven cadence of Satoru’s breathing. It quickens, and Suguru wonders what he’s doing and thinking. He wonders why he’s even here. It’s not to apologise, that much is certain. The thrill of the darkness and feigning sleep leaves his heart racing in anticipation. Still, he refuses to relent.
Suguru is right about assuming Satoru’s wrong intentions. Because moments later, fingers brush up his thigh softly, as if exploring uncharted territory. Suguru can feel goosebumps erupt over flesh. Then, the hands stop just at his thighs, meeting the hem of his shorts. The shorts Suguru is wearing are fairly short in length but wide, allowing easy access. He wonders if this is actually, really, genuinely happening.
As if swallowing his hesitation, Satoru gulps, then a hand creeps up beneath the fabric, ascending until they finally reach their destination—his cunt. Suguru holds back a scandalised gasp.
And Satoru must think he takes his sleeping pills, because there’s no way he’d attempt something this audacious if he knew otherwise.
A finger gently presses against his panties, which, considering how swollen Suguru’s cunt has grown over the course of Satoru’s illicit touches, is hugging his cunt. Suguru walls clench at the sensation and he holds himself perfectly still so as not to alert Satoru of his awareness. Satoru’s breathing is rapidly increasing now, and Suguru thinks it’s so atrociously attractive.
Satoru’s fingers lightly run over his panties back and forth, and it takes everything within Suguru not to squirm at the sensation.
But then, Satoru withdraws his fingers, and moments later hears the sound of a lick, a suck, then the pop of release. God, he’d sucked his fingers, what a perv. Suguru can’t find it within him to be mad when it erupts butterflies in his chest.
Suguru is left disappointed when the weight lifts from beside him, followed by the soft click of the door shutting. All Suguru can feel is the ghost of his fingers on his cunt. It’s unfair, Suguru thinks with a huff, that he’s the one who got all teased and hot and bothered and didn’t even get a release. Annoyed, he reaches a hand down his panties and spirals into the strongest, quickest orgasm of his life.
Satoru doesn’t meet his eyes the following morning in the kitchen, nor during class or training. Everyone notices, and Suguru can’t help but smirk at the curiosity while Satoru actively avoids the questions.
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When Satoru finally returns to Suguru’s room at night, it’s over a week later. Suguru has to hold back a sigh of relief once he feels the side of his bed sink down. He hopes Satoru doesn’t play around today.
Satoru clearly has gotten over his hesitations, since this time, he doesn’t dawdle. He’s more daring, evident from the way he gently tugs down Suguru’s pyjamas until the elastic is hugging the curve of his ass. He doesn’t remove his panties though, just spreads his legs apart until Suguru is splayed out like a starfish. It’s a little uncomfy, but not for long.
Leaning in fast, Satoru’s mouth latches onto his cunt, over the fabric, causing a gush of nectar to pour out of him. Suguru bites his lip harshly as Satoru’s tongue starts to swirl over his now-soaked panties. The hot breath from Satoru’s feral exhales hits Suguru’s mound in tandem with his steadily-growing assault, sending the latter’s legs into a fit of jitters.
Satoru must’ve noticed it too, because he curses under his breath before hooking his panties to the side and diving into his cunt again like a starved man. Suguru’s clit is throbbing from the attention and from the taboo of it all, and he knows he’s not gonna last long.
Satoru lets out a silent, muffled moan against his pussy, as if he’s enraptured and drunk on the taste and gosh it’s sexy as hell.
And it’s too much, because after a firm, pressed stroke over his clit, stars erupt behind Suguru’s eyelids as his orgasm takes over him. His body convulse against his will, soft sigh escaping his lips. Although, on second thought, it’s probably more unrealistic if he made no sound at all.
Satoru groans silently as he coaxes the last tremors out of Suguru, before getting up and tugging Suguru’s pyjamas back up. Suguru waits for the door to open, but is surprised when he hears footsteps nearing him, towards the head of the bed.
Suguru hears the hurried rustle of fabric, the desperate exhales. Moments later, the scent of musk hits Suguru, and the rapid shlick sound of Satoru fisting his cock right next to Suguru’s face.
Filthy fucking pervert. Suguru is the bigger one for enjoying this.
With a hushed grunt, Satoru shoots come onto his face, and Suguru has to keep his facial expressions in control so as to not give him away. The thick, hot liquid lands on his cheek, some on his bottom lip. Satoru slips the tip of his oozing cock against his lips, rubbing his spend there, as if he’s marking Suguru like some territorial dog.
Satoru’s breathing evens out, and eventually he pulls away, pulling his pants back. And Satoru clearly came prepared, because the next thing Suguru feels is a wet wipe lightly cleaning at his face. Once Suguru is all cleaned up and tucked into bed again, Satoru takes his leave.
It’s a stupid thing to take pleasure in, and Suguru is well aware of the fact that his standards are in literal hell, but fuck, there was something romantic about that gesture.
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Satoru has slowly gotten over his inner dilemmas, and soon he’s back to his normal, obnoxious self. If anything, the obnoxiousness this time bordered on suggestive, teasing rather than vicious. Instead of feeling annoyed at the breakfast table, Suguru’s panties are now wet with every interaction he has with Satoru.
But the cherry on top was that Satoru was addicted to his cunt. Every night without fail, Satoru would toy around with Suguru’s body, his touch claiming and greedy. He’d always start off by feasting on Suguru’s cunt, ensuring he’d orgasm before pleasuring himself to the sight of his wet pussy. Satoru was a bit of a jack-in-the-box sometimes, because Suguru never knew where Satoru would spill over him. His face? Chest? Over his cunt? Ass? Who knew.
Suguru’s favourite part of the nights were when Satoru would coax his mouth open and push the mushroom tip of his fat cock into his mouth, swirling the head around his lax tongue. When Satoru was feeling more daring on some nights, he’d thrust it just a little deeper. Since Suguru had no gag reflex, Satoru always made sure to milk that to his advantage.
But after nights upon nights of Satoru adhering to the same routine of tender touches with the occasional roughness, Suguru was growing greedy. He wanted more, he wanted to know what it would be like to have the Strongest’s cock pierce through him, to ruin him entirely.
Usually, Suguru alternates between panties and shorts. He’d wear the comfy cotton ones too, just to make sure Satoru had no difficulties accessing him. A routine to make it seem like Suguru’s not onto him or anything.
But the next night, Suguru removes all clothing from waist below, leaving him bare, with just the hem of his oversized shirt doing nothing to cover him up. He hopes his bare, freely accessible cunt would tempt Satoru to dare himself a little more.
The effect is immediate, for as soon as Satoru uncovers Suguru, he freezes, blankets still being held. Suguru can’t see it as his face is pressed into his pillow, but he can just tell that Satoru’s face must’ve looked comical right now.
“Suguru,” Satoru says cautiously. He doesn’t sit on his bed yet. Suguru is already wet from anticipation, and the humidity between his thighs grows.
Suguru hears him swear under his breath, before the mattress at his side sinks. Suguru bites back a smile of victory.
A shudder runs through him when Satoru’s slender fingers slide along his wet slit. Satoru’s breath is shaky, he can feel it on his skin. Suguru wants to part his knees for him and fold himself in two for him.
Slowly, Satoru’s long fingers tease his entrance, coaxing the tight hole to widen. Satoru tends to pay more attention to his clit at night, but this time he’s taken a liking to his hole. It makes Suguru wonder if Satoru’s gonna take the dive this time.
The teasing fingers become a little more insistent, breathing a little more laboured with excitement, it seems.
Satoru’s fingers coax his hole wider. He’s stretching out his cunt like his flesh is made of pliant dough, and Suguru has to bite back a hiss of discomfort. He gets it, though. Suguru has seen the tent in those trousers, and he knows Satoru is big and thick and fat down there. Maybe that’s why Satoru was so stupid too; half his blood flow went to his dick, there was nothing left to circulate in his brain.
“Suguru,” Satoru says his name desperately this time, like testing to see if he’s awake. He sounds broken, aching, like he’s yearning for Suguru.
Suguru just keeps his breathing steady, mimicking sleep. The mattress sinks again, and time, he feels Satoru crawl over him. Suguru resists caving into the instinctive, reptilian arch of his back, seduced by anticipation.
The fat, smooth head of Satoru’s cock presses against Suguru’s swollen cunt, and Satoru inhales sharply at the contact. Suguru is grateful for that, because he was sure he himself had made a noise. Carefully, he then swipes himself along Suguru’s slit, giving a shallow thrust in his wet hole, before sinking in.
He’s not wearing a condom. In ordinary circumstances, this would’ve been enough for Suguru to give up the pretense of sleep. But his horny brain just finds it disgustingly hot because it’s Satoru.
Despite his cunt being warmed up and loosened, the stretch of the intrusion is still rough, and he knows Satoru hasn’t even pushed in all the way. Satoru’s dick twitches within him, and Suguru accidentally lets a little moan slip past his lips, but he’s quick to pass it off as a sleepy, disgruntled sound.
Behind him, Satoru has already frozen up. Suguru is gonna be so annoyed if Satoru chickens out, because it’s one thing to leave Suguru high and dry with no dicking down, but to leave him with nothing at all? Satoru hadn’t even made him cum yet like he usually did!
Suguru relaxes his breathing again, doing his absolute best to remain completely languid and as natural as possible. Satoru waits for what feels like an eternity, and Suguru is growing impatient. He clenches his cunt, willing Satoru to just move.
It isn’t until Satoru believes him to be fully asleep does he begin to push in shallowly. The ache is infallible, the pleasure is unbearable in the best way. Satoru’s so thick and big and girthy —and Suguru has never wanted something so bad.
Satoru’s cock drives further into him, impossibly so. Suguru can feel his pussy flutter greedily around it, ready to milk him of his seed, regardless of the consequences. Satoru hisses a little at the clench, but doesn’t relent. Finally, Satoru’s pelvis presses up against Suguru’s ass as he bottoms out all the way, prompting an exhale of relief from Suguru. He can feel the needy throb of his massive cock inside his walls.
Then, without any further preamble, Satoru begins to thrust. Slowly at first, but then, as if he can’t help himself, the pace picks up.
The mattress begins to rock with the sway of Satoru’s hips. Suguru didn’t even realise how wet he is until now, for the sopping sounds that fill the room with each thrust sound like a fruit getting juiced.
Satoru meanwhile doesn’t seem to be faring well. His breathing gradually grows laboured, and the sounds he makes are absolutely feral as they increase in volume. Grunts, groans, broken-off whispers about how tight and good Suguru feels, which Suguru tunes in and out.
“So tight—gonna take you—like this.” Satoru rasps. “‘Til you’re—gaping.”
Suguru bites his lip so hard to suppress the wanton moans he wishes so badly to let out. But the thrill of feigning sleep is so much better. He consciously clenches and unclenches his walls around Satoru, massaging his cock and taking what pleasure he can.
“Suguru, Suguru—the things you do to me,” Satoru hisses as the onslaught of his thrusts speed up.
The press of Satoru’s pelvis against his clit, accompanied by his monstercock reaching deep within his cunt triggers Suguru’s orgasm. It rips through him, melting his brain into mush while his legs convulse. It makes his cunt clench tightly around Satoru’s cock, prompting Satoru’s rhythm to falter.
With a muttered curse under his breath, Satoru slams his dick right up to the hilt, no doubt knocking Suguru’s cervix, before spilling deep. Satoru moans so low and filthy to the point where the force of it sends shivers down Suguru’s spine.
“S-Suguru,” Satoru breathes, “love your slutty cunt, fuck—should take you like this everyday…” The litanies of horny rambles are back. And Suguru knows that Satoru means it too, he knows he’s gonna take him like this everyday. There was nothing stopping him. And Suguru didn’t mind.
Suguru feels a tinge of blood on his tongue from the sheer amount of force it takes to keep himself quiet. It’s so good he wants to moan in tandem with Satoru.
Satoru’s orgasm seems to last forever. His cock keeps spasming as hot spurts of cum paint his walls, almost as if he wants to fuck a child (or multiple) into Suguru. It makes Suguru feel used and filthy, like he’s nothing but a fleshlight to be bred. He’s so full and wet he can feel his cum and slick leaking onto his thighs.
Finally, Satoru sighs and slowly pulls his softening cock out of him. Suguru’s hole flutters at the loss, clenching on nothing. He’s still so horny despite already coming, it almost draws a disappointed whine out of him.
It’s as if his wishes have been heard, because the next thing he feels is Satoru’s mouth latching onto his throughly used cunt.
He’s licking deep in Suguru’s hot centre.
He’s licking up his own spend and swallowing it with enthusiasm.
It’s so lewd and filthy that Suguru gasps loudly, squirming as he tries to escape. He regrets wishing for this, because Satoru’s devilish tongue is merciless with its strokes, and its sending Suguru into a right state of overwhelm.
Satoru’s mouth moves to suckle on his clit, followed by two fingers lodging themselves up his cunt, swirling them around and scooping out his cum. The pressure of the suction of Satoru’s lips makes Suguru scream as yet another orgasm tears out of him, eyes flying open. It’s no use keeping up the pretense. He lets out an high-pitched moan as his pussy throbs and flutters violently around Satoru’s fingers.
Satoru looks ravenous as he looks up at Suguru from between his legs. “Knew you were awake, fucking slut,” he rasps, hot breath against Suguru’s pussy.
“Satoru,” Suguru whines as he tries to close his legs and writhe away, but Satoru isn’t having it.
“Pretending to be asleep ‘cause you want my cock so bad?” Satoru says in a vicious manner that makes another round of slick gush out of Suguru’s needy hole.
When Suguru doesn’t answer and tries to close his thighs again, Satoru gets up and shoves both of Suguru’s thighs apart right until they’re pressed against the mattress. Suguru doesn’t get a chance to make another attempt, because suddenly Satoru’s hand lands smack down upon Suguru’s pussy, forcing a choked gasp out of the latter.
“What’d I just ask?” Satoru demanded, followed by another smack that made Suguru’s cunt flutter.
“Y-you ask—“ smack! “Satoru!” Smack! Suguru chokes out a gasp at the abuse. “Yes! I wanted it—want your cock so bad,” he cries out.
Satoru makes a sound just short of a growl, before shoving his cock right into Suguru’s cunt with one swift movement. He’s thrusting hard and fast and brutal from the get-go, slamming right against his cervix like his cock is demanding entry to his womb. The onslaught is so overwhelming that Suguru squirts this time with a broken moan, feeling the liquid soak all over Satoru’s dick. The squelching sound that fills the room is much louder now, and with each thrust he can feel his squirt spraying out of him
“You squirted?” Satoru asks, smirking down at Suguru meanly. “Fuck, that’s so hot, Suguru.”
Suguru’s too blissed out to focus on anything anymore. His eyes glaze over as his limbs loosen up. He can distantly feel drool run down his chin, but he doesn’t care anymore. It’s like Satoru’s cock is sending him to another dimension.
Suguru’s not sure how much longer Satoru rams his cock into him, time feels limitless and meaningless at this point. All he feels is that cock prodding every sensitive bundle of nerves as small orgasms strike Suguru one after the other.
A few thrusts later, Satoru blankets himself right over Suguru before unloading hot, fresh cum into his abused pussy with a satisfied grunt. Shivers wrack down Suguru’s spine, body twitching as he cums with Satoru. It’s so much more intense this time that tears start pouring down his cheeks.
Satoru’s lips are on his the next second, and Suguru’s vision snaps back into focus.
Suguru had kissed other men and women before, sure, but this wasn’t anything like those kisses. Satoru kissed him like a challenge, like something to conquer. It was all heat and wet and hot. Invasive, stealing Suguru’s breath on purpose as if Satoru wanted to see how much he could take. Suguru tries to push back, but Satoru only presses harder, forcing his tongue in. It makes Suguru whimper and hold onto Satoru for dear life.
When Satoru finally pulls away, his eyes are much softer now, full with nothing but fondness. His smirk, however, symbolises nothing but smug victory.
“I hate you.” Suguru is the first to break their silence. He doesn’t mean it, not really, but he’s still got some sense of pride.
Satoru’s cocky smirk melts into an enamoured smile, before he leans in to kiss him again.