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There are many phrases Suguru could use to describe Satoru —the love of his life — a menace to society — an absolutely spoiled brat who always got what he wanted. And the fact of that last statement couldn’t be any truer.
Especially today, when Satoru decided to endlessly tease Suguru with a plethora of lingering touches anywhere he could grab, his waist, bicep, chest, you name it. He spent a shameless amount of time openly ogle at Suguru’s muscular build, a glint of hinger behind those crystal eyes but before Suguru could pull him close, Satoru would step out of reach and carry on with his day.
Not to mention his outfit wearing.
Normally, Satoru chose to lounge around in shorts and one of Suguru’s baggy nine inch nails t-shirts. However, he chooses to forgo the normal fit, opting for the tiniest boxers that hugged his toned thighs and plush ass. Milky legs went on for miles. Nothing was left to the imagination when Suguru noticed how the creases of the fabric molded to the shape of his pussy lips.
He accompanied the outfit with a thin and tight cropped tank, showing off the defined chest and he worked hard to get, and his hardened nipples from the cool air of their apartment.
Satoru innocently batted his white lashes, deliberately dropping the book he was most definitely not reading, only to bend over with his ass facing Suguru’s direction as he slowly gathered the item. It made the other softly gasp.
He was all too aware. He knew what Satoru was doing, that behaving in such a manner would anger Suguru to the point that he would rip off his clothes and have his way with him.
But Suguru was always one step ahead of him. What Satoru thought would’ve had him thrown on the bed and fucked stupid only resulted in heated fingers, slowly and meticulously working his ass open, cunt forgotten.
Opening his mouth, Suguru drools out spit, landing on the long digits as he keeps pumping two fingers in, then three. One hand holds Satoru open by the back of his knee, keeping his slutty holes exposed. Satoru’s legs shake as he feels his nearing, only for the other stop, leaving him frustratingly whining.
He’s been edged for hours, nearly cumming multiple times only to be stopped. His clit was swollen from being pinched and played with, pussy empty and begging to be fucked.
Before he realizes it, Suguru lifts Satoru up by the waist, maneuvering him until he was on his lap and facing away from him. He briefly hovers above the man above his dick, tip catching on his rim.
Then, Suguru presses into him, hips rocking just a nudge, cockhead popping in before Satoru’s ass draws him in. It swallows him, just as greedily as his cunt.
Satoru fully seats on his cock with a loud plop.
“W-Wait. Suguru. Fuck , I need to pee really bad.” Satoru whispered miserably, squirming while attempting to close his legs together, unable to as Suguru’s fingers dug into the meat of his inner thighs, spreading him open. He could already feel the wetness seeping at his core, ready to burst.
A pair of warm hands slid up to rest at his hips. Satoru let out a shuddering gasp when Suguru slightly rolled his hips, once, twice. The small thrusts were heavenly, but it wasn’t enough.
The repeated motions illicit quiet whimpers and grunts from the pair. The liquid that filled Satoru’s bladder sloshed with each grind and the more he moved, the more the pressure grew.
Satoru began rutting his hips with a rapid pace, returning Suguru’s movements, as if the press of Suguru’s cock against his walls would stop him from urinating on them both. But the hard rocking did nothing but make his desperation all the more urgent.
One of Suguru’s hands moved to Satoru’s front, the other remained around his hip in a bruising grip. His fingers brushed across his lower abdomen before pressing down in a gentle yet torturous touch.
The sound of Satoru’s breath hitching, the way he gripped at his wrist, body curling into himself — It made Suguru chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck.
He could feel how swollen Satoru’s bladder was beneath his hand. With slow circles, Suguru began massaging his fingers with the same pace as his hips.
Waves of urgency rippled throughout his soul, and Satoru was powerless to stop it. There was something about the way Satoru quivered in his lap, to see him lose control. And to know that Suguru did that to him. He had the power to completely overwhelm the other.
“S-Sugi, please.” he whined. “I can’t—I need—”
He couldn’t take it. He was so close to wetting himself.
“Shhh. You’re doing so good princess.” Satoru sighs in pleasure when Suguru gifts him a moment of reprieve, a warm hand moving to cup his cunt. He feels a finger wedging between his lips. His pussy was dripping, slick running down until it pooled between his legs. “God, you’re so wet.”
Two fingers drag up and down the sides of Satoru’s labia. Then, he strikes his swollen clit in three short consecutive hits.
"Oh — Sugi—!"
The sudden sting has him jumping in shock. A helpless, painfully aroused whine leaves the back of his throat. Satoru sniffles, tears cascading down his cheeks when the touch momentarily leaves him, only to be met with a particularly harsh slap.
Satoru couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as a shudder hit his body as he threw his head back against Suguru’s shoulder. His muscles contracted and heat crashed over him.
“A-ah!"
Smack .
"Fuck!"
Another Smack.
"God! Feels s-so good,"
"Oh? You really like this, don't you?"
There was a teasing tone to Suguru’s voice as he once more pressed his fingers down on Satoru’s swollen bladder. He then proceeded to press down the entire palm of his hand and Satoru could no longer take it, the pressure was unbearable.
With his free hand, Suguru alternates between hard and soft hits.
It made Satoru desperate; his clit was throbbing from the addictive pain mixed with pleasure. Any time Satoru jolts back, Suguru’s cock shoves deeper in his ass and any time he tries to move from the fullness, he rocks forward into Suguru’s assault. There was no escape.
Suguru hooks his chin over Satoru’s shoulder, looking down at Satoru pretty pussy. With a thumb on either side, he parts his lips, watching how his cunt drooled, relishing in how much that pussy wanted him.
It was so puffy and red, glistening in need.
Suguru couldn’t deny how much he loves marking Satoru up, slapping his ass until it was mottled red. But when he slaps his cunt, it pulled out a visceral reaction out of his lover, one that has Suguru biting his own lip to stifle a groan and his cock pulsating.
He knows Satoru loves it too.
In fact, Satoru was really fucking into it, chest heaving for air, moaning so loudly and gyrating his hips in Suguru’s hold.
With each pass, Suguru flattened his fingers against his wet entrance, only to pull back and strike down again. And every time, that perfect pussy gushed out slick, speckling around his skin from the force of the slap.
“Look at you baby. Your pussy is so swollen.” Suguru coos down at him, shifting his focus from his red clit to spank his folds a few more times.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“P-please,” Satoru sobbed out, wavering against the pleasant pressure. The damn was threatening to break. A single drop of urine leaked down his cunt that left Satoru choking out a cry.
He needed relief but he wanted so much more.
“Wait, S-Suguru, yellow—”
Satoru cried out their safe word and in an instant, Suguru stopped. Worry filled his veins as he wraps both arms around Satoru’s torso in a gentle embrace, knowing the other needs a soothing touch to ground him when he becomes overstimulated.
He can feel how heavily the other panted as he turns his head, placing a soft kiss on Satoru’s sweaty temple before whispering in his ear with a low and encouraging tone.
“Toru, my love. What do you need?”
A few breathes pass as Suguru patiently waits for Satoru to voice to return.
“I need— fuck, I need to pee.” Satoru’s face burned hot from embarrassment. “But I need you to fuck me first.”
Suguru hummed as he lifted Satoru off his lap, guiding him to lay him on his back. He pressed a lingering kiss on his jawline before whispering into his ear, “Be a good princess and hold it for me.” Then he flips him on all fours.
Satoru must have fallen into a sort of daze, so focused on not wetting himself that he didn’t notice when Suguru slipped away to the washroom to briefly freshen up, making sure his cock was ready to plunge into his cunt
And when Suguru returns, his head spins at Satoru’s position, his asshole and pussy— so pink, so wet— were both beautifully presented to him. He darts a tongue out to lick his upper lip, mesmerized at how Satoru’s ass was gaping, how his entrance clenched down on nothing but air. The mattress dips with his added weight as Suguru looms over Satoru’s figure, his hips brushing against the other’s plush rear.
“If only you could see yourself like this. So beautiful.”
Although his cheeks were already flushed from the strained effort of holding, Satoru could feel himself burn brighter. He turned his face into the pillow, mewling at the praise and when he felt Suguru’s fingers trace down each knob of his spine.
“Hurry up and fuck me.” He demands in a shaky voice, pushing his ass back into Suguru’s groin.
“No.” Suguru responds flatly.
And the refusal makes Satoru whine, lips trembling and eyes brimming with newly unshed tears. He just wants to be fucked stupid already.
“I thought I trained you better.” Suguru lets out a disappointed sigh, leaning down to place a sucking kiss to the nape of Satoru’s neck. He moves back to grip his length, running the cockhead along Satoru’s slick folds. “My poor baby needs to remember his fucking manners.”
“Suguru, I’ll behave, just please fuck me.” Satoru begs him, voice cracking, wiggling in the other’s grip for some sort of friction.
”Guess you do have some manners.”
Suguru decides to shut his whiney brat up, entering his unprepared cunt and bottoming out in a single thrust as Satoru moans out a loud yes, yes, yes.
He was so incredibly full. His whole body trembled, and his bladder betrayed him, a dribble of piss leaking out. The thick length pressed perfectly against the swell of his bladder caused yet another stream of urine to spurt from him.
It makes Satoru thrash. Suguru’s cock only seemed to add to the unbearable, borderline painful pressure. He was already reaching his limit, so close to losing it.
Then Suguru begins thrusting into him with a sickeningly obscene plap, plap, plap.
Suguru shifts his hold, one hand on Satoru’s hip as the other resumes its place from earlier — right in his lower abdomen.
He used the leverage to fuck into his cunt. Each rock forward of his hips had Suguru pressing down in his bladder to pull him back on his cock, back and forth.
Satoru couldn’t help but arch his back into the thrusts, fingers tangling into the sheets. The sound of his luxurious bedding ripping from the strength of his grip did nothing to deter him from the absolute pleasure he was feeling.
His muscles ache as a familiar heat coils inside.
“Ah ! O-oh , I’m— c-can I—?” Suguru’s teeth grazed along the side of his sensitive neck, sucking on the sensitive skin below his ear. He shakes, moaning and drooling. Babbled pleas spill out of his lips as his eyes roll to the inside of his skull.
In response, Suguru rocked his hips faster with a loud grunt, like an animal in rut.
It was too much for Satoru — the fullness, the repeated press against his throbbing bladder. The sounds of squelching and the wetness of his pussy was taunting him. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck. Alright sweetheart.” Suguru’s voice vibrated against his ear, voice heady with lust. And he finally grants him relief. “I’ve got you baby. Let it all out.”
Satoru’s face goes slack, head thrown back against Suguru’s shoulder. His body locking up before he writhes, letting out a string of slurred thank you, thank you, thank you.
His orgasm came first, cunt rhythmically clenching down on Suguru’s length. A violent shudder rips through his body and before he could finish coming down from his high, a scalding hot and wet stream spilled from his urethra. He can hear Suguru mumble sweet praises, good princess , you did so well.
Satoru gasped against the bed as the white pleasure dissipated from his mind. Even though his bladder had finally deflated, he realized he craved more.
He swallows dryly as a wave of want filled every fiber of his being. It wasn’t enough. He cunt ached with the need to be filled to the brim.
He shouldn’t. He should tell Suguru to pull out and finish on his chest. Satoru was already so sore and tired from his first orgasm, his muscles cramped, his pussy hurt but he wants more.
He shouldn’t, but Satoru Gojo was a greedy cumslut. And his spoiled heart needed to be filled with Suguru’s cum.
Blindly reaching behind him, Satoru tries to grasp at whatever part of Suguru he could reach. His trembling hand lands on Suguru’s thigh to which the other responds with a gentle wrap of fingers around his wrist.
“Whatever you want Toru, I’ll give it to you.” Suguru reminds him.
With wide and pleading eyes, Satoru peers over his shoulder. And Suguru nearly chuckles at his ruined face, how he looks like he could cry if he didn’t get what he wanted.
Satoru meekly whispers, “Fuck me into the mattress.”
Heated hands tighten on Satoru’s waist before he’s manhandled. Suguru pulls him off his cock with a loud squelch before tossing him on his back.
With a wordless growl, Suguru throws a leg over his shoulder as he enters Satoru’s swollen pussy in one smooth motion. He slips a hand behind his head, threading his fingers in starlight locks and pulls him closer, crashing their lips together. As if he were drowning and Satoru was his only source of air.
Tilting his head, Suguru deepens the kiss, tongue brushing against Satoru’s lips until he parts his mouth open. And Satoru kisses him back just as fervently, tongues clashing against each other, licking the roof of his mouth.
Satoru runs his fingers along the span of Suguru’s chiseled chest, feeling how the muscles ripple and goosebumps form beneath his fingertips.
When Satoru’s thumb catches on the silver jewelry piercing through Suguru’s pebbled nipple, his breath hitches. He pulls slightly back to whisper against kiss swollen lips, “Wow Sugi, you’re so sensitive.”
Suguru silences him with another kiss, growling and he slowly starts thrusting his hips. But Satoru pointedly ignores the warning. Suguru deserved some teasing too, especially after all he’s put poor Satoru through.
With both hands, Satoru kneads his chest, pinching and tugging Suguru’s nipples when the other lets out a sudden loud gasp, hips faltering before stilling. And when he feels warmth coating his insides, Satoru lets out a breathless laugh. He doesn’t give him a moment of reprieve, tugging at the man’s tits, fingernails digging into the soft flesh.
“Oh? Baby did you cum already?”
Above him, Suguru says nothing, eyes narrowing, ripping away Satoru’s hands from his chest by the wrist. In an instant Suguru pulls his cock out, flipping Satoru by the hips once more.
With his chest and cheek pressed against the sheets, Satoru finds himself with his ass in the air, quivering an anticipation.
He chokes out a moan when Suguru runs a finger down his abused perineum. His entrance was puffy, dripping out cum. Suguru almost possessively rubbed the cum in small circles around his cunt before pushing it back in. Then, he moves to settle on his knees behind him.
A pair of hands slide up the back of Satoru’s thighs, making their way up to curvature of his ass. Suguru gives the delicate skin a good squeeze before smacking it hard with the palm of his hand, watching it jiggle.
Soothingly, he kneads the flesh, making Satoru cry and fist his hands into the sheets.
Suguru grips his length with one hand, dragging the cockhead along Satoru’s cum stained labia. He smears the white cream before dipping just the tip into Satoru’s entrance, pulling out to repeat the motion a few times.
“Please, please Sugi.”
"You're so pretty, it makes it so easy to punish you." Suguru absentmindedly comments. He brings his palm down, striking Satoru’s ass a few times for good measure.
And like the spoiled brat he is, Satoru always gets what he wants.
With a thumb, Suguru pushes down on his cock, watching the slick and cum coated folds of Satoru’s pussy part then swallowing the tip. His thick length disappeared into the slippery wetness, and it was always amazing to watch.
If allowed, Suguru would’ve recorded it by now, if only to watch on the nights Satoru was away. Nothing, however, could beat the real deal.
Once he’s halfway in, Suguru braces his hands around the small of Satoru’s back, thumbs digging into the small divots on either side of his spine. With a quick snap of his hips, he was once more buried in that delicious cunt, blood filling his length.
Satoru could feel how Suguru’s cock grew hard inside him. He could feel it pulsing and twitch. And it made him weak at the knees.
Just like before, Suguru’s thrusts are powerful, unforgiving and hitting Satoru just right. One certain thrust his sweet spot perfectly.
“Suguru—hah—I can’t take it, it’s t-too much.”
“You can and you will. I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out.”
Biting his lips, Satoru keens at Suguru’s brash statement. Any fight he had left in him leaves. He simply melts into the bed, body pliant as he just takes it and takes it like he was made for it.
The sounds of wrecked moans and sobbing go straight to Suguru’s dick. Satoru looks back at him, crystal eyes wet, tear stains down his cheeks and lips red.
The sight of Satoru’s back, arched so deeply, pale skin gleaming with sweat, muscles tense and flexing and his ass jiggling with each slam of hips. He looks so ruined and that alone may as well be Suguru’s undoing, for he nearly cums.
The pace quickens, Suguru pistons his hips wildly, inhibitions abandoned with the singular focus to fuck Satoru into the mattress, just like the princess wanted.
With brows furrowed and half lidded eyes, Suguru watches as his white frothy cum leaks around Satoru’s entrance each time he pulls him off his cock. He reaches under the man beneath him until he finds his harden clit, making Satoru crumble in his arms, walls spasming around his length.
Suguru was relentless as he rubbed the nub in tiny circles.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .” Satoru frantically whined.
It was getting harder to breathe, the pleasure had him seeing stars. His core tightened as a flash of blinding heat swept through him followed by liquid sweet gushing out of his cunt.
It was so intense, his body set ablaze, shouting cries of Suguru’s name as he burned up.
Wanting to prolong his orgasm, Suguru slows his hips down, fucking into the tight heat deeply all as Satoru screams and claws at bed. His cunt continues to squirt in small spurts. Those delectable walls gripped Suguru like a vice.
“Toru, your cunt is so greedy, it doesn’t want to let me go.” Suguru snarls, body curling over Satoru’s. His hips slightly stutter at each drag out.
Instinctively Satoru spreads his legs even further, allowing for Suguru’s cock to penetrate him even deeper. He whines as he was split apart, cockhead pushing time and time again over his cervix and brushing against the bundle of nerves nestled so deep inside him.
The sound of Satoru’s wanton moans, the slap of skin-on-skin echos off the walls of their bedroom. A pair of teeth find their way to Satoru’s shoulder and Suguru bites down hard, drawing blood while his hands leave behind finger shaped bruises on his hips.
Calloused hands crawl up his chest, only to take two neglected nipples between his fingers, rolling the bud in synch with his thrusts. Pay back for earlier.
“Ah, n-no,”
His spent body was completely overwhelmed, not knowing whether to run from the sweet torture or push back against it for more. And despite his body’s protest, Satoru pushes up against the rough hands.
The scent of various body fluids, of sex, permeate the air but beyond that was the sweet smell of Satoru. Suguru buries his face in Satoru’s neck, inhaling deeply through his nose, as if he wanted to be suffocated by him.
The smell of warmth and love surrounded him. It invades him and he loves it.
The body heat radiating off the pair was unbearably sticky, bodies wet, chest to back gliding against each other. And when he pinches the now swollen buds, Satoru’s pussy contracts, making Suguru huff into his neck.
With a hoarse voice, Satoru manages to whisper “Inside, cum inside me, please —”
Everything ached, the walls of his pussy squeezed Suguru’s dick like a lifeline. He was thirsty for this—for the aggression—for his cum. Anything Suguru could give him, he wanted it.
His hands scramble for purchase, he’s sure his knees are red, skin torn from the position he has been in for what seemed like hours.
“Suguru —”
A palm glides up his left forearm before resting at the top of his hand then interlacing their fingers together.
“I’ll make you mine, forever.” Suguru gnaws at his ear lobe. “No one else can have you.”
“S-stupid, dumb Suguru. I’m already yours.”
And Suguru has the nerve to laugh breathlessly at his admission.
“Fuck yeah, that’s right. You’re mine.”
Suguru grits his teeth hard. His thrusts grow erratic as he messily climbs towards his climax. With a deep, guttural moan, Suguru cums, like thunder crashing in the sky. He continues to roll his hips, balls tightening while he releases load after heavy load, painting Satoru’s insides with thick, hot rivets.
The sensation of Suguru’s cum flooding his pussy has Satoru biting his lips, eyes closed tightly.
And just like that, Satoru clamps down, hole spasming as he lets out a final fleeting orgasm. He can’t stop the tears streaming down his cheeks, adding more to the pool of body fluids. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, vision going black.
Satoru collapses onto the bed and Suguru can’t help but follow. He keeps his right hand around his waist, holding his weight up.
They stay like that, just for a moment.
Suguru remained inside him, panting loudly as he basked in the afterglow. He then presses a chaste kiss to the nape of Satoru’s neck, guiding his limp body off of his cock.
Unable to help himself, Suguru sighs dreamily as he rolls Satoru onto his back, taking in the soft tremors of aftershock wracking the others body and the cum dripping out of his swollen entrance.
He cups his unconscious lover’s face, thumbing at the red splotched cheek.
Satoru looks so adorably fucked out.
Suguru can't contain the lovesick smile that graced his face as he scooped his lover up and into his arms. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, the thoughts of marrying Satoru fill his mind.
He really should go ring shopping with Shoko soon.
But first, bath time.