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Satoru snorts, looking at the wish bone on his hand.
“You believe in this shit, baby?” He laughs, waving the forked bone in front of his boyfriend’s face. “My Suguru is so cute!”
The omega huffs, glaring at him with all his might. “Then don’t believe me, I’ll break the stupid wish bone with Shoko instead."
Suguru tries to grab the bone but Satoru stands on his tip-toes, raising his arm as high as he can so Suguru can’t reach it. He grins mockingly, all fangs and pure alpha arrogance.
“I said give it back to me, Satoru.” Suguru sighs, not even trying to reach for the bone anymore because he might be tall, but he knows his height is nothing compared to the still-growing alpha in front of him.
The alpha in question just shakes his head. This time, bringing the wish bone back in front of Suguru’s face with a smile on his face.
“Don’t worry, Suguru. I’ll break the wishbone with you.” Satoru winks at him, which Suguru only answers with a roll of his eyes. Satoru chuckles fondly at the sight. “Come on, baby. I’ll even honor it properly by wishing with you.”
Suguru squints his eyes at him skeptically but he relents easily anyway, reaching for the other end of the wish bone with sigh.
“All ready, baby?” Satoru snickers, looking like he’s holding another laugh in.
Suguru glares at him, his face reddens with embarrassment. “Shut up, Satoru. Just break it with me and get it over with.”
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to do this and now you’re being a brat about it!” Satoru accuses him, reaching out to poke Suguru’s side to make him laugh but Suguru swats his hand reflexively before he even does.
“Because you’re being an asshole!”
Satoru coos at his boyfriend, pinching his cheek gently. The omega clicks his tongue and bats his hand away.
“Okay baby, I’m sorry. I just find it cute, okay? Let’s break it and say our wishes now. In 3… 2… 1…!”
The bone breaks as the couple say their wishes in silence.
Or at least one of them.
“So..” Satoru starts, breaking the silence after tossing the other half of the bone on the ground.
“So?” Suguru answers, gently putting the bone on the table. He takes note in his mind to throw it away in the trash can later.
The alpha reaches for his hand and gives him a kiss along his knuckles. Suguru smiles at the action immediately. “What’d you wish for, baby?”
Suguru raises a brow at him, “Not telling you, Sa-to-ru~”
Satoru pouts, “Oh come on, Suguru. Look, I’ll even tell you mine in exchange!”
“Okay, I’ll bite.” Suguru smiles at him with a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes. “What’s your wish, Satoru?”
Satoru grins maniacally and Suguru immediately regrets asking him in the first place.
“I wished for a Suguru pocket pussy! You know, so I can bring you with me whenever we have separate mi—”
Suguru’s entire face heats up. Flustered, he snatches his hand away from Satoru’s hold and throws the bone at him. He’s lucky that the alpha doesn’t put the infinity up around him because the bone hits Satoru straight on the forehead.
“You’re a pervert!” Suguru yells at him, still flushed red up to his fingertips.
“Hey, you asked me about my wish!” Satoru tries to defend himself but stops when he sees Suguru standing up to leave him. “Wait, Suguru, where are you going?! You didn’t even tell me your wish yet—”
The omega stops walking and turns around to scowl at him. “Like hell I’m gonna tell you my wish! Pervert!”
Satoru sighs, standing up to follow Suguru. He reaches him in no time, considering how long his legs are and how fast he strides. “Am I not allowed to be perverted about my omega now? In this society?”
“No!” Suguru shakes his head, refusing to make eye contact with Satoru.
The alpha rolls his eyes playfully, reaching out to pull Suguru closer by the shoulders. “Oh come on, Suguru. Why are you so embarrassed about it? I literally just ate you out a while ago—”
Suguru pinches the hand that was resting on his shoulder, making Satoru hiss at the pain.
“Continue that and I will make you eat all the wish bones in the world, Satoru.”
Satoru raises his hand in surrender. “Okay, damn.”
The omega was visibly upset, but he laughs at a joke that Satoru makes a few minutes after that and that’s when the alpha knows he’s forgiven already.
Suguru lets Satoru hold him close again and that’s the end of that. They never talk about the wish bone or the pocket pussy for the entire day.
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Or that’s what they thought.
“Holy fuck.” Satoru whispers to himself, sweating profusely as he looks around in his bedroom and to Suguru’s sleeping figure beside him. As if there’s someone else who’s going to catch him in the act.
Not that he’s doing anything wrong, not really! But Satoru didn’t know how he got into this situation.
Okay that’s a lie, he knows exactly how he got into this situation.
But he thought wish bones were a fluke. He swears they were just a childish habit that Suguru somehow picked up from his childhood.
Whatever wishes are uttered on those useless pieces of bones wasn’t meant to come true.
But how else can he explain the pocket pussy right in front of him?
Satoru knows it’s a pocket pussy, of course. He opens it right after he gets up, because this unassuming piece of plastic fell right into his face just a few minutes, interrupting him from his slumber.
Grumbling, he thought it was one of Suguru’s compact mirrors at first. But he was immediately proven wrong when he opened it and saw Suguru’s pussy inside.
Yes, it was Suguru’s pussy.
How did he know, you might ask? Only his six eyes will know the exact shade of pink of Suguru’s pussy. The image is practically branded in his brain, the way every fold and contours look like, his pinkish clit, and especially the scent that is unmistakably Suguru’s.
Yes, he sniffed it too. Just to make sure.
Suguru always smells sweet, like those vanilla flavored candies that Satoru likes to suck on after every mission because they remind him of Suguru. But the candy is nothing compared to how sweet Suguru smells and tastes.
Just the thought of it is making the alpha salivate right now.
Speaking of taste… Now just to confirm one hundred percent that this is really Suguru’s pussy, the alpha just needs to taste it. He needs to lick it and see if he can slurp Suguru’s fresh omega vanilla slick from this pocket pussy as well.
Just to make sure! Satoru thinks to himself before sniffing the pocket pussy again and getting a whiff of those sweet Suguru pheromones.
He feels his dick harden at the scent almost immediately, deciding that it’s now or never, he needs to lick the pocket pussy (allegedly Suguru’s pussy) before his omega wakes up beside him and catches him red-handed.
Satoru doesn’t hesitate. Why? He’s the Gojo Satoru after all.
“Here goes nothing…” Satoru whispers silently before sticking out his tongue and slowly shoving his face on the pocket pussy—or better yet, Suguru’s pussy—right in front of him.
That is until Suguru’s voice shatters the moment completely.
“What the hell are you doing, Satoru?
Satoru jumps, closing the pocket pussy before slowly looking at his side. There he sees his boyfriend, his beautiful omega, blinking himself awake and brushing his sleep-ridden hair away from his face.
Gorgeous, beautiful and his.
Satoru’s dick shows no mercy as it stiffens even more inside his pajama pants, he fears he might pop a knot just by staring at Suguru’s sleepy and adorable face.
Suguru frowns at him, his eyes squinting in suspicion as he looks at what Satoru is holding.
“What’s that?”
Oh shit.
“Hello, baby.” Satoru smiles, he’s nervous and he doesn’t even know why.
“What’s that?” Suguru repeats his question, nodding at Satoru’s hand.
The alpha laughs nervously, “Well… Promise you won’t freak out first.”
Suguru frowns, “What is it.”
It’s not a question anymore. The omega demands an answer and the answer must be given now.
Satoru just goes straight for the kill.
He opens the pocket pussy and shows it to Suguru who is now squinting in the dark, trying to make sense of what the hell he’s looking at right now.
“What the…” Suguru’s voice trails in confusion. The alpha gives him three seconds before he blows up.
Three.
Two.
One.
Suguru’s eyes widen in shock as he finally registers the pocket pussy in front of him. His face gradually reddens as he looks accusingly at the alpha.
The said alpha’s dick started to twitch at the sight. Luckily, Suguru hasn’t seen it yet.
“Are you holding a fucking fleshlight, Satoru?” Suguru exclaims, covering his mouth when he realizes that he said that a bit too loud.
“Well no baby, a fleshlight is longer and bigger. This one’s a pocket puss—”
“Please don’t say that right now or I’m going to pass the fuck out.”
Satoru snorts, “What? It’s a pocket pussy, really. Straight out of a hentai. Look.”
Satoru pushes the pocket pussy in front of the omega’s face. Suguru immediately closes his eyes and swats it away, he throws a pillow right on Satoru’s face but the alpha dodges it quickly.
“I don’t want to look at it! Are you kidding me right now?” Suguru really yells now, he doesn’t care anymore if it’s in the middle of the night.
“I’m not kidding, baby.” Satoru laughs, all the nervousness from before evaporates right away when he sees how flustered Suguru has become. “You know what’s special about this?”
“I don’t want to know. Keep it away from me—”
“It’s your pussy, baby.”
Suguru freezes, he opens his eyes as he stares at Satoru in disbelief.
“What the fuck? How the fuck did you know? That could be anyone’s pussy you perverted fuck—”
Satoru clicks his tongue as he shakes his head in disagreement. He scoots closer to Suguru and pulls him by the waist effortlessly until the omega is sat on his lap. He opens the pocket pussy again and sniffs it right in front of Suguru.
“It smells like you, baby.” Satoru smirks, taking a whiff of Suguru’s scent on the main source now. Right on Suguru's neck where his scent glands lie, where Suguru is most sensitive at.
Suguru shivers, making a pathetic attempt of shoving Satoru away from him so he can hide from embarrassment. But the alpha doesn’t budge this time, he stays still, holding Suguru in his arms and keeping him steady on his lap.
The omega feels himself tremble, both in nervousness and excitement of what the alpha has in store. Satoru has him at his mercy now, not letting Suguru push him around playfully like he does outside of the bedroom.
It’s Satoru’s turn to play now.
Suguru shifts in his seat, stiffening when he feels something hard poking his ass.
“Did you just get a boner by smelling the stupid pocket pussy, you perverted alpha?” Suguru frowns, pushing Satoru’s shoulder even though the alpha just looks at him with bored eyes, unaffected by the shove.
“Yeah. I’ve been hard since I opened the pocket pussy and smelled your scent from it.” Satoru shrugs, staring at the pocket pussy with an amused glint in his eyes.
Suguru groans, burying his face in his palms. “Shut up, Satoru. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up—”
“Yeah? You really want me to shut up?” Satoru pries his hands away from his face and grips his chin, steadying the omega’s face so he can look straight at the now wet and leaking pocket pussy right in front of him.
“Then why are you wet, baby?” Satoru points at the pocket pussy, his finger hovering on the clit. He was not even touching it, yet Suguru swears he can feel a ghost of a hand close to his actual pussy.
Suguru gulps, trying to push away the feeling and making himself believe that it’s just placebo. Because there’s no way that Satoru is holding a pocket pussy based on himself, right? Pocket pussies don’t even exist. That’s just impossible!
“That—that’s not me, Satoru! Your brain’s too fucking rotted from all the porn that you’ve been watching and reading. Get it over with and put that shit away!”
Satoru just hums at him, not saying anything as he looks at the pocket pussy intently.
The omega feels himself blush at the scrutiny of his pussy being stared at. Hell, it’s not even his pussy! It’s a stupid pocket pussy and Suguru should get himself together.
“Really now?” Satoru mutters, breaking Suguru’s train of thought. “Then if I do this, you won’t feel anything?”
Suguru’s heart started to beat fast.
“Do what.”
The alpha doesn’t answer him. Without warning, he shoves the pocket pussy in his mouth and sucks right on where the clit is.
Suguru was surely not ready for a ghost sensation of a mouth sucking on his sensitive clit. He moans out loud, trying to close his thighs to chase away the feeling but he only ends up wrapping his legs around Satoru’s waist.
Then his pussy is met with another lick, and this time it was a wet stripe going from his hole right to his clit once again. He feels his already sloppy cunt get wetter and wetter, a gush of slick oozes out of his hole at the sensation.
“Oho?” Satoru chuckles darkly. The omega’s eyes are still blurry and hazy with tears as he tries to focus his vision on Satoru who is now grinning at him widely.
Satoru waves the pocket pussy at him. It’s glistening with slick, a whole glob of it is dripping down from the hole to Satoru’s hands.
“Looks like this is really your pussy, baby.” Satoru snickers before pushing two of his fingers inside Suguru’s shorts, caressing his clothed cunt and smiling in satisfaction when he feels how wet Suguru is.
Suguru jolts upright, whining as Satoru continues to finger him through his soaked panties. He whimpers as he tries to move his hips back and forth to try and get Satoru’s fingers inside his hole.
But Satoru never does. Instead, he yanks his fingers out of Suguru’s shorts and shows off his wet fingers on Suguru’s face. Moving them in a scissoring motion so both of them can see the strings of his goopy and sticky slick clinging on his fingers before they snap on the alpha’s skin.
Satoru looks at him straight in the eyes and sucks on his fingers, closing his eyes and humming deliciously at the taste.
Suguru sniffles, his eyes starting to sting with tears. He wants to hide, he wants to slap Satoru’s face and run away, he wants to curse whoever invented the wish bone bullshit and why he believed in it in his grown age still, he berates his past self who did the wish with Satoru because he wants to be romantic.
Yet, he wants Satoru to continue too.
And continue he does.
He pulls out his fingers from his mouth with a wet sound, not wasting a second as he shoves it right inside the hole of the pocket pussy.
Suguru yelps, feeling his hole being invaded by a phantom finger. He feels them sliding in and out of him as Satoru shoves his fingers back and forth inside the pocket pussy. With every scissor that the alpha does, he can also feel his own pussy open and close at nothing and something at the same time.
The visual of the pocket pussy—his own pussy—being toyed and fingered in front of him along with being finger-fucked by something that he can’t quite place is so arousing to the omega that the amount of slick that he’s gushing felt and looked so unreal. It was dripping right on their bedsheets and on Satoru’s hand. He is slicking up twice as much as he does normally.
Suguru is fucked. Oh, he is so fucked.
“Look at you, baby.” Satoru coos condescendingly, pulling his fingers out only to massage the pocket pussy’s clit in slow circles. Suguru pants as he rolls his hips unconsciously on Satoru’s lap, humping on the alpha as the fingers on the pocket pussy alternate between drawing tight and small circles on his clit to the same fingers flicking back and forth in fast motions against his hole.
Suguru can feel all of it, can feel every movement of Satoru’s fingers on the pocket pussy with his own. He can even hear the loud squelching of his own cunt along with the pocket pussy that Satoru is playing with.
The omega pants, moaning breathily as he grips Satoru’s shoulders tightly for leverage as he grinds himself harder on the alpha’s lap. He feels the hardness underneath him and tries to focus on it, rubbing his ass on Satoru’s clothed cock and bites his lip at the sound of his alpha groaning at the feeling.
He’s sure he got even more wet at the sound of Satoru’s grunts. If that’s even possible.
Of course Satoru has to point this out. He always does.
“You just keep on getting wetter and wetter huh, baby? You like seeing your pussy being played like this?” Satoru grunts, his fingers still rubbing the pocket pussy’s clit with slow and deliberate motions. A complete torture on Suguru’s part because he needs it faster, he needs those fingers inside him—of his own pussy and not on the fake Suguru pocket pussy that he’s holding.
But he knew better than to demand from the alpha when he’s like this. When Satoru’s bright blue eyes are crazed with lust and his animalistic-alpha hind brain is controlling everything that he does.
He knows better than that, so he just buries his face to where Satoru’s shoulder and neck meet and continues to gyrate his hips in slow circles.
Satoru abruptly stops his ministrations to the pocket pussy, making Suguru whine out loud. A lewd and needy sound that echoes in the quiet night.
Suguru sniffles and sits still, slowly looking up from where he’s hiding to look at Satoru’s face.
He’s not smiling anymore, a stern and cold expression is plastered on the alpha’s face. He looks at Suguru like he’s waiting for something.
Suguru clears his throat, “Why did you stop, alpha?”
Satoru looks at him up and down, face still devoid of any emotion. It would’ve fooled the omega of thinking that the alpha doesn’t want him anymore if it wasn’t for his hard dick still poking Suguru’s ass underneath his shorts.
“Alpha?”
“Because I asked you a question, omega.” Satoru starts, clicking his tongue before pinching Suguru’s chin with one hand. “And you didn’t answer me.”
Suguru bites his lip, racking his brain for the question that Satoru apparently asked him. But he comes out with nothing, he was too lost in the pleasure earlier to hear anything from Satoru’s mouth.
So he shakes his head, “I don’t remember anything, alpha. ‘M sorry.”
Satoru clicks his tongue in disappointment. But he finally gets back into easing his fingers in and out of the pocket pussy again. His thrusts were too shallow, it doesn’t quite reach the spot that the omega craves inside of him. He tries to buck his hips to meet the phantom thrusts as if he can make the fingers move deeper inside of him but to no avail.
Suguru whimpers in frustration as he reminds himself that Satoru is finger-fucking the pocket pussy, and not his own.
“Please, alpha.” The omega begs, his voice is so needy and high-pitched that Suguru can’t even recognize it anymore. “More, please? Satoru?”
“You want more?” Satoru answers, blinking at him innocently as if to mock him. He is now dragging his fingers teasingly around the folds of the pocket pussy, dipping his fingers on the hole but never shoving it inside of him like how the omega wanted.
“Yes, please? I need more. I need it, Satoru.” Suguru begs and begs, looking at Satoru with his eyes still shining with tears.
Satoru raises a brow at him, “Then you have to answer my question first.”
Suguru nods. He’ll do anything—anything just to have those fingers inside of him even if it’s just through the pocket pussy.
“I asked you if you like your pussy being played like this baby.” Satoru says as they both look at his long fingers prying Suguru’s folds open and close in a lewd manner. Exposing the twitching clit along with his pinkish and slutty hole that’s still continuously leaking slick.
Satoru stops his movements and stares right at Suguru’s hazel eyes, his own blue ones electric and domineering. Not quite the soft baby blues that it usually looks like in broad daylight.
“So? Are you going to answer me, princess?”
Suguru bobs his head up and down, almost making himself dizzy at how fast he nods in agreement.
“Yes yes yes! I—I love it so much Satoru. Please, I want more. Please, Satoru? Won’t you give it to me, alpha? I want—Ah!”
Suguru yelps in surprise when Satoru manhandles him all of a sudden. He lifts Suguru’s hips up, yanking his shorts and underwear off at the same time. He feels the cold air hitting his exposed pussy as he shivers under the eyes of the starving and crazed alpha in front of him.
The omega whines, trying to close his legs to gain some kind of decency but Satoru doesn’t let him. Instead, he pushes Suguru’s legs apart even more, his hole clenching around nothing as Satoru stares at it without even blinking.
“There you go.” Satoru whispers, awed. As if seeing Suguru’s pussy gave him some kind of life-changing epiphany.
Suguru closes his eyes, a tear falling down his cheeks as he squeezes them shut. Even with his eyes closed, he can still feel how Satoru’s stare shifted from his pussy to his face just now.
“Did I tell you to close your eyes, Suguru?” Satoru chides him gently, so gentle that it feels like a mockery.
Suguru shakes his head and opens his eyes immediately, greeted by Satoru’s handsome face. His eyes are so dilated, his pupils almost swallowing his ocean blue irises whole.
“Good boy.” Satoru praises him, to which Suguru answers with a whine.
“Please, Satoru. Touch me? Please, I need it.”
Suguru pleads, pride and dignity be damned. His pussy is leaking so much that it’s almost borderline painful being declined of the alpha’s touch. He wants—no—he needs Satoru so much that it physically hurts.
“Yes baby.” Satoru coos at him, “Don’t worry, I’m going to touch you. Look, look, look—”
Suguru sees him open the pocket pussy again and he lets out a sob, he doesn’t want Satoru to touch that obnoxious imitation of his pussy! He wants Satoru’s fingers and dick inside his own pussy now!
“Satoru—”
“No, baby. Look at this first.”
Satoru grins, massaging the folds of the pocket pussy that is now red and sensitive from the constant abuse. It looks sore, just like how sore Suguru’s pussy feels from the ghostly Satoru fingers that’s been playing with his cunt for what it feels like all night long.
He moans regardless, finding the soreness and rawness of the phantom touches mind-numbingly good. The pain mixes with the pleasure, making his hips and legs twitch from the feeling.
“Please… Alpha, please.”
Satoru pauses, staring at Suguru’s pussy intently as he licks his lips.
“Look down at your pussy, baby.”
After he says that, the gentle caresses switch into something else. He makes a repeat of the scissoring motion from earlier, opening and closing the pocket pussy’s hole. The wet sound of the slick and how the pocket pussy’s lips open and close repeatedly is so lewd that Suguru wants to look away. Normally he would, but his alpha told him to look.
So look, he does.
Satoru chuckles, “Your pussy is so perverted, baby. Look at it. It opens and closes on its own.”
Suguru gasps, looking down to his cunt and he’s both horrified and turned on at the sight of his pussy opening and closing on its own along with Satoru’s fingers doing the same on the pocket pussy.
“How slutty.” Satoru clicks his tongue, “You want my dick inside you that bad, baby?”
Suguru pants needily, his moans reverberating in the quiet walls of the bedroom.
“I need it, Satoru.” the omega nods, his head moves like a bobble head as he begs in pure need and desperation. “Please, I need you inside me, alpha. I need you so bad.”
Satoru’s eyes soften a fraction as he plants a kiss on the omega’s sweaty forehead. His first kiss was obstructed by Suguru’s messy bangs sticking on his skin, so he brushes them away. He reaches out for his boyfriend’s hair tie on the bedside table and ties his hair for him. A messy bun, but it will do.
Then he gives Suguru another kiss on the forehead. A longer one, with an obnoxious “mwah!” before the alpha pulls away.
Suguru smiles. Satoru beams back at him, a million-yen smile if you will. Like he just won a jackpot seeing his omega’s first smile of the night.
He moves Suguru off of his lap and sits up properly, then he lays down his omega on the sheets gently and lovingly.
“Your wish is my command, princess.”
Suguru sighs in relief, salivating at the sight of his alpha taking off his clothes. He loses his digimon shirt, then the matching digimon pajama pants. The omega feels fond—and the lovey dovey feelings would’ve stayed longer in his heart if it wasn’t for the sight of Gojo Satoru’s humungous dick springing upwards and hitting his abs as soon as he takes off his underwear.
The omega shivers in anticipation. Ready to be dicked down at last—
“Satoru!”
Well that’s what he thought. Because the moment the alpha kneels in front of him, he grabs the discarded pocket pussy on the bed and shoves his cock halfway inside it with no warning.
Suguru shrieks, gripping the sheets so tight that he feels it tear from his own hands.
“Oh my god—Satoru, it’s too—”
“You’re too tight baby, fuck.” Satoru groans, easing his dick slowly inside the pocket pussy and pulling it out until only the head is buried inside.
“Satoru, what the fuck. Please that’s—”
Suguru doesn’t even remember what he was about to say, not when his mind literally blanks out as Satoru rams his dick inside the pocket pussy again. This time, he is in so deep that Suguru swears he can feel phantom balls hitting his fucking ass as Satoru’s own balls hit the pocket pussy as he eases himself in and out of it.
How the fuck is Satoru’s cock even buried in that compact pussy in the first place? It’s a thin piece of metal resembling a pocket mirror, what the actual fuck is going on?! Shouldn’t Satoru’s dick go through the thing then? What the hell—
“Oh baby, you feel so fucking good. So, so wet for me, princess” Satoru rambles, lost in pleasure as he thrusts shallowly inside the pocket pussy.
“Alpha please, forget that stupid thing and fuck me, please.”
“But I am fucking you, Suguru.” Satoru answers smugly, motioning at Suguru’s pussy. “Look at how open you are, baby. Look how stretched your hole is. You open up for me like this all the time, baby? You take me so fucking well—”
Suguru sniffles, full-on tears flowing down to his cheeks as he feels his pussy get pounded to no end but not seeing Satoru’s dick inside of him.
Instead, it’s inside of that fake fucking pussy.
“I wonder what will happen if I finger you while I’m fucking the—”
Suguru’s had enough of his alpha’s stupid games.
The omega groans, summoning the last of his strength to pull his alpha by the nape to kiss him.
It was barely a kiss, to be honest. It was mostly Suguru pressing his lips on Satoru’s own. Licking it open and grazing the roof of his mouth with his own tongue. He pants on Satoru’s open mouth, breathing heavily as the alpha freezes and stops fucking the pocket pussy at last.
“Please fuck me, alpha?” Suguru begs. Again and again like what he’s doing the whole fucking night. “Fuck my—my pussy, please? My pussy. Not that thing. Please? I’ve been good, aren’t I”
His voice shakes, embarrassed at the amount of begging that he did all night.
Geto Suguru, a special-grade sorcerer. Reduced to a cock-hungry dick-hypnotized omega on Satoru’s sheets? Melting with his own slick, tears and sweat messing up his alpha’s bed?
More likely than you think.
Satoru obviously liked that, if it wasn’t for his dick—the phantom dick—twitching inside Suguru and growing harder for some reason. He thought Satoru’s rock hard dick can’t get any harder anymore, but the alpha always proves him wrong. He’s the strongest sorcerer after all.
“My baby just begged for me nicely, how am I supposed to say no?” Satoru grins, pulling his dick out of the pocket pussy with a hiss. Suguru bites down a moan, feeling his stomach lurch at the sudden emptiness inside him.
“You’ve been denying me the whole night, Satoru.” Suguru responds in a small voice.
“Aww, am I baby? Is my spoiled baby not used to me saying no to him?” Satoru laughs, peppering small kisses all over Suguru’s blushing face. “I’m a cruel alpha, aren’t I? Making my omega all pouty like this.”
Suguru frowns, “I’m not pouting.”
“Uh-huh sure, princess.” Satoru discards the pocket pussy on the bed. Finally forgotten as the alpha continues to tease the omega. “Sure you’re not pouting and my dick isn’t big. Sure, sure.”
Suguru doesn’t say anything and just rolls his eyes with a huff.
“Bratty baby.” Satoru bites his cheek, earning a scandalized “Satoru!” from the omega that gets ignored. He kneels properly on the bed and grabs Suguru’s right leg, resting it on his shoulder as he teases the head of his cock on Suguru’s cunt.
He lets the cockhead kiss Suguru’s clit, his pre-come coating it white before pushing them down to his folds. He slides his dick in between those rosy pussy lips, sawing it up and down as they both groan in tandem.
He repeats the motion again and again. Hotdogging his cock in between Suguru’s folds, then making his cockhead kiss the omega’s clit obscenely.
Again, and again and again—
“Fuck, Suguru. You’re so fucking hot baby.”
Then finally—finally, Satoru is pushing his dick inside Suguru’s pussy.
Fucking finally. Suguru almost cries ihappy tears.
“Oh my fuck—Satoru!” he groans, feeling the absurdly big and long dick invading his insides. It’s warm, throbbing and oh so fucking real inside him. None of that fake phantom dick anymore, he almost can’t believe it.
“You’re so big, alpha.” Suguru sighs, holding on to the sheets for dear life as Satoru continues to push his dick in.
“Yeah, baby? The biggest you’ll ever have, huh? And no one else. No one else Suguru—” Satoru continues to ramble, dirty words and praises that Suguru has no time to process. Not with the alpha’s massive cock making its home inside his sopping pussy.
Suguru lets out a loud whimper when Satoru’s cockhead finally hits the bundle of nerves inside of him. His eyes rolling back, exposing his neck as he arches his back away from the bed.
Satoru wastes no time. He bucks his hips faster, slamming his cock in and out of Suguru like a crazed man. His hips are almost blurring with how fast he’s going, it was so mind-blowingly good that Suguru can’t even fucking let any sort of sound anymore. His mouth is just wide open, drool slipping out from the corners of his lips as he lets Satoru move him back and forth on the bed like a ragdoll with his own thrusts.
The alpha notices this, grabbing Suguru’s other leg and putting it on his shoulder. He slows down his thrusts, pushing his body down as he almost folds the omega’s flexible body in half. Their bodies are flushed closed as they possibly can, with Satoru’s hand covering the top of Suguru’s head protectively so it won’t hit the headboard.
“Breathe, baby.” Satoru whispers right in his ear. Suguru shudders, but the alpha’s voice keeps him grounded to reality. He just nods, his hands finding their way to hold Satoru’s biceps.
“I love you, Satoru.” Suguru mutters under his breath, almost shyly. Satoru answers with a trail of wet kisses from his ear to Suguru’s lips. Devouring the omega’s mouth as he continues to thrust his cock repeatedly inside Suguru. The omega can’t do anything but to lie there and take it, to take whatever Satoru is willing to give him, until he is a whining, drooling mess with his tongue lolled out being sucked and played with by his alpha.
“I love you too, baby.” Satoru says with a kiss on his forehead, “You wanna come baby? You’re ready to come, are you? I can feel you clenching around me, you wanna milk my dick that bad, baby? That thirsty for my cum?”
“Mhm.” Suguru hums in agreement, nodding with his eyes closed as he bucks along Satoru’s thrusts absentmindedly. “Inside me. Please, alpha.”
“Want me to breed you, princess?” Satoru coos at him, pressing more kisses all over the omega’s face. “Knot you and keep my cum locked inside you until it takes?”
“Yes!” Suguru nods in desperation, “Yes, yes, yes. Breed me Satoru, please.”
“Okay baby, alright.” Satoru pants, his voice breaking at the end as he continues to frantically slam his cock over and over again inside Suguru’s pussy. The established rhythm is gone, he’s now driven by the desperation of releasing himself inside the omega, then knotting and breeding him animalistically afterwards.
He lets go of Suguru’s legs and lets them fall down on his lap. He pulls the omega by the hips and reaches out for Suguru’s clit. Massaging it in circles and flicking them continuously to help the omega cum.
“Close, alpha. I’m close!” Suguru gasps, biting his lip hard until he feels the metallic flavor of blood on his tongue. “Please let me come, Satoru. Please, please—”
Satoru nods, moving his hips as fast as his fingers can on Suguru’s clit.
“Yes baby, come for me. Come for your alpha.”
Suguru is sure that he yells Satoru’s name so loud that it echoes, he’s sure that his voice can be heard all around the building. He’s sure that Shoko just jolted awake from the third floor. He’s sure that he startled everyone that resides around the vicinity.
And he’s also sure that he squirts, his pussy gushing out a clear liquid that hits Satoru’s stomach and wetting everything around them embarrassingly.
Satoru comes right after, filling Suguru’s hole almost endlessly until it seeps out of the corners of his hole. His knot forms and he shoves it inside Suguru with a groan, locking the remaining cum inside.
The omega sighs at the feeling of being knotted. Sated, bred and satisfied.
He’s the happiest omega in the world.
That is what he mumbles to himself before he blacks out, leaving Satoru with a lovesick and perverted smile on his face.
(Yes, he can do both.)
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OMAKE:
“Aww, Suguru the pocket pussy is gone.”
“Why the fuck are you trying to find it?”
“Well, I haven’t played with it enough yet—”
“I think you played with it way too fucking much already, Satoru.”
“But you liked it! You were so good for me last night, baby—”
“Shut the fuck up, Satoru. Shut up. Shut up. Shut u—”
“Do you think if we do another wish on the wish bone, the pocket pussy will come ba—”
“I said shut it, Satoru!”
“Boo, my Suguru is a killjoy—”
“Can you guys keep it the fuck down next time? I just heard Suguru scream like he’s being killed last night and it was just him getting dicked down. Be fucking serious.”
“What?! Shoko, that was Suguru’s declaration of love for me—Suguru, wait! Baby, where are you going? Wait baby, I’ll stop teasing you now! You’re just too cute when you’re pouting like that—Suguru, wait please!”