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this was… new, suguru thought with a raised eyebrow as he watched satoru, his satoru, lean into the touch of some scrawny good-for-nothing who was slinging an arm around his shoulder. satoru was stingy with touch, stingy with everyone but suguru, yet there he was, just basking in another man’s embrace.
his eyes narrowed.
although suguru wasn’t close enough to hear, he could see the way his boyfriend was happily chattering away to the other guy.
his boyfriend satoru, the gorgeous genius physics major.
his boyfriend satoru, the idiot.
every thursday and sunday evening, suguru would come pick up satoru from the campus gym where the martial arts club met for practice, then they would go together to have dinner. nobody had ever hung around satoru afterwards. until now.
it wasn’t often someone other than him put up with satoru’s shitty personality.
but, by god, he was beautiful. the most beautiful thing suguru had ever touched.
most admirers ditched him after he opened his pretty little mouth, so suguru contented in that. but this…
his jaw clicked with tension as he made his way over, carefully schooling his expression into a serene smile before the pair spotted him.
satoru, upon making eye contact, jumped and waved him over with a grin.
“suguru!” he called, eyes twinkling, skin as soft as powdered sugar.
he smiled indulgently at his boyfriend, putting a steady hand on the small of his back once he’d approached. his heart fluttered as satoru snuggled subtly into his side.
“hi, angel,” he greeted, gaze warm and fond.
shoko would probably gag, if she were here. he smiled to himself at the thought.
suguru scanned the boy’s eyes, and saw the brief flash of envy. caught you, he thought smugly.
“who’s this?” suguru asked mildly, not betraying a single grain of his anger.
“oh!” satoru smiled. “this is…”
“eisuke. satoru’s sparring partner.” the guy finished for him, a glint of a challenging look in his eye.
suguru stiffened, hearing his boyfriend’s first name, no honorific either, coming out of this loser’s mouth. what a fucking prick. his eye twitched.
suddenly, his head filled with fantasies of just shoving satoru face-first to the ground, tugging his hips up, and fucking him until thick cum dripped slowly out of him, just to stake his claim in front of this insolent kid. show him just who satoru gojo belonged to.
suguru was always so calm, collected. but something about satoru made him a dog, a beast.
suguru wanted to twist satoru in his jaws and rip chunks out of him. he wanted satoru so bad it hurt.
he slid his hand down to satoru’s hip, making it as obvious as possible, unabashedly gripping his perky ass in his palm as they stood together.
“ah. i see. well, it’s nice to meet you.” he said, the fake smile fixed on his face dripping with disdain. it was, in fact, not nice to meet him. “i hope satoru has behaved himself. he can be quite the heavy hitter.”
satoru vibrated indignantly in his grip. “hey, i don’t just go around beating up children, you know!”
“satoru, you fought with a 6 year old at that cafe, literally yesterday.”
“and?” he huffed. “she left intact.”
suguru rolled his eyes.
“either way,” he said smoothly, turning back to eisuke with a cold smile, “you’re lucky to have him train you.”
“says you!” laughed satoru. he also turned to eisuke and exclaimed, “y’know, suguru is a black belt, too! he’s just too laaamee to join our karate club.” he turned back to suguru with a “hmph,” repeatedly jabbing his cheek with a finger.
“i’m busy.” suguru smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes.
“busy shmusy,” replied satoru, holding up an L to his forehead and sticking out his tongue.
suguru just rolled his eyes.
eisuke was watching them interact with calculating eyes. suguru could smell the disgusting appetite of this twerp for his — his —boyfriend, and his brain could only conjure up images of satoru letting this kid touch him, brush his fingers against him, all in the innocent name of martial arts.
fire burned behind suguru’s eyelids as he blinked.
hm.
perhaps it had backfired on him, turning satoru sweet, teaching him manners.
when they first met at fifteen, at that cultish private boarding school, the boy was callous and rude. the textbook definition of a spoiled, shitty brat.
he still remembers the first day of class, when satoru had strolled in 20 minutes late with sunglasses on, and thought to himself, what a fucking douchebag.
they’d gotten in many spats, those first few months. suguru still had a scar from where satoru had bit his ankle too hard, the little demon.
but it hadn’t taken suguru long to see the real satoru underneath, a pure-hearted boy yearning for genuine companionship and love, someone way softer than that harsh facade he put on to simultaneously get attention and push away others.
it had taken months to peer into the depths of satoru’s heart. somewhere along the way, suguru had grown fond, real fond, of the kind, bratty boy who was so full of joy and life.
suguru had coaxed him out, and now, years later, everyone — except utahime, whom he still unabashedly tormented — was reaping the benefits. as high schoolers, suguru never would have foreseen “ugh, i hate babysitting!” satoru loving to teach.
now, entitled first-years that satoru taught martial arts to, like the ugly fucker in front of him, thought they could put their grimy hands on him.
suguru contemplated homicide. it wasn’t the first time.
~~~~~
“you let him call you by your name.”
“so? what’s wrong with that?”
suguru burned. suguru had just come from his three-hour biochem lecture, and satoru’s playing stupid was grating on his final nerve.
“he likes you,” suguru asserted with an air of finality.
“oh, please,” snorted satoru, scuffing his foot in the dirt. irritation flared in suguru’s belly.
“i don’t want you to string that guy on anymore.”
“string him on? geez, suguru. all those crazy philosophers finally getting to your head?”
he knocked shoulders with suguru, flashing him a brilliant grin.
satoru was a genius, without a doubt. despite his goofy nature and tendency to make himself look like a total airhead, everyone knew he was smart. obnoxiously so.
however, he could be so dense sometimes.
and - leave it to satoru to make a joke out of everything, to not take him seriously at all.
the waiter came by to check on them, and suguru could see how his attention was fully focused on satoru, eyes wide and interested.
before, satoru had been dismissive towards waitstaff and other such people. never exactly rude, but cold and uninterested in interacting beyond the simplicity of a transaction.
suguru had scolded him one time, telling him he needed to treat other people like human beings, not servants.
so he watched as satoru beamed at the waiter to inform him that their meal was indeed delicious, and just to his liking, to give his greatest compliments to the chef, and isn’t it just so delicious, suguru?
he brooded through dinner. satoru chewed his ear off like usual.
all he could see was that guy’s arm around satoru, the fond expression in his eyes.
his meal tasted like rubber.
~~~~~
on their way home, they stopped for mochi donuts, at satoru’s request. suguru wasn’t much of a sweets guy, but satoru would throw a fit if they didn’t stop to get dessert and especially if suguru didn’t get anything with him.
so, he munched on his black sesame one, having only taken one bite, and watched as satoru raised his last piece to pop it in his mouth.
seeing an opportunity, suguru swiftly caught satoru’s wrist, leaned in, and stole it from between his fingertips.
“hey!!” shouted satoru, face comically scandalized. “that was mine, fuckface!”
suguru smirked, pleased with himself.
his angry boyfriend looked so cute, standing there with his nose pink from the cold in his puffy winter jacket and oversized baby blue scarf wrapped around his neck. his scrunched-up, pouty face was just like a little kitten hissing. sooo cute.
suguru sighed. it was hard to stay mad at someone so terribly adorable.
smiling placatingly, suguru held out his barely-touched donut.
“yours.”
satoru harrumphed, and snatched it between his thumb and pointer finger.
“i hate you. you know i like matcha way more.”
“i know,” suguru smiled fondly.
as satoru begrudgingly dug into his new treat, suguru reached out to turn him towards himself, and fiddled with his scarf, creating a cute bow in the front.
greyish frosting was smeared on the side of his mouth, so suguru swiped his finger across the mess and popped his thumb into his mouth.
satoru peeked at him curiously, then blushed a little from the affection and attention.
for a moment, suguru admired his handiwork, then placed a soft peck on the tip of satoru’s nose.
satoru laughed brazenly and called him a loser, but took his gloved hand in his mittened one.
they held hands the whole way home.
~~~~~
the next day, in suguru’s room.
“you’re so fucking spoiled,” suguru spit. “you asked me not to give attention to the girls who talk to me, because they “totally like me,” so i don’t. but you won’t do the same for me. you let him call you by your fucking name, satoru.”
satoru scoffed and rolled his eyes, retorting, “what, you jealous? you’re being a drama queen again, ugh. it’s gross. and by the way, all those girls ARE totally into you, dumbass, so my rule makes total fucking sense, actually. but eisuke?”
he tilted his head mockingly, maddeningly, leveling him with his diamond eyes. suguru felt his blood temperature rise a significant degree. blatantly dismissing him, and having the nerve to sass him, too. what a piece of fucking work.
he could see this reaction, his twisted scowl, delighted satoru, his eyes sparkling as he continued.
“he’s not into me at all. i’m his uniquely gifted karate club senpai who he wants to learn all the coolest techniques from,” he wheedled, tongue poked out just a smidge. “besides, he’s a freshman, you weirdo. the same age as my baby megumi!”
how was satoru always finding these needy little ducklings? first megumi, then yuuta, now this prick. except this newest one seemed to actually want a mommy.
megumi had yuuji, and yuuta had inumaki, so there was no competition there for satoru’s heart.
although, yuuta openly hated him ever since suguru shattered satoru’s heart last year, junior year, when he broke up with him during the worst depressive episode of his life.
they got back together a month later, but yuuta never forgave him.
suguru sighed. yuuta should try to be more like megumi, who was undoubtedly traumatized from witnessing their years of having a fucked up situationship going on, but was still fairly pleasant to him, in his own megumi way.
all of satoru’s little ducklings adored him, even the ones who pretended not to, and that was just fine. but this new little twerp was a different story.
“he’s not into you at all? oh, that’s fucking rich. bet he’d jackrabbit his barely-legal shrimp dick in your pussy as fast as you gave him the chance. now stop pissing me off, satoru.” suguru’s razor-edge tone and narrowed eyes made it known he wasn’t playing around.
satoru’s eyes widened dramatically at the vulgar words, before he huffed, gaze darkening a smidge. “you’re being mean.”
suguru rolled his eyes. satoru snarled and flipped him off before he turned away primly, stalking off to his own room. he slammed the door behind him, a bad habit suguru had thought he’d trained out of him. whatever. he kind of deserved it this time.
suguru grit his teeth and clenched his fists to stay calm. satoru was his. his and his alone.
he stared at the wall of his dorm room, every ridge of his edgy band posters seeming to fizz and tear.
on his desk, the pack of cigarettes called to him like lounging sirens. he opened his window to the setting sun, sat on his bed, and blew wisps of smoke out the bug screen.
suguru geto was nothing if not principled. he was strong, so he should naturally protect the weak. superiority complex, one could accuse — sure, whatever. it was important to be upstanding. but nothing made him want to throw away his nice, shiny principles the way saturu gojo did, to rip away the pleasant mask he always wore and dig his aching canine teeth into satoru’s soft, powdered-sugar flesh.
he basked in the daydream of unleashing the slinking dragon tattoo from his arm and letting it ravage the world to charred, tattered shreds so that suguru was the only person left for satoru to lean on, to have eyes for, to love.
he sighed, chuckled sardonically. what a terrible fucking person he actually was. at least only he and satoru had to know. and shoko, he supposed, though that one not as much from his own volition as her soul-splitting gaze.
he slumped into the myriad of plushies and pillows on his bed, most of which satoru had bought, mostly for his own selfish purposes. he spotted a white hair on the penguin stuffie and picked it up roughly, shoving his face into the lingering satoru scent there.
it smelled like his angel, just a little, like crisp rainwater and spun sugar. why must he love him to the point of ruin?
fine. if satoru wanted to play stupid games, he’d play.
once, he’d hated satoru’s guts. arrogant, bratty, an incessant yapper prone to sloth. he represented everything suguru stood against.
that was before he realized the boy-prodigy desperately needed to be put in his fucking place.
he’d done it before. and he’d do it again.
just as he was about to turn off the light and roll over to go to sleep, his door handle clicked, and satoru sheepishly slunk in.
suguru sighed. so many times he’d reminded satoru to just knock, but it never stuck.
but he was ultimately relieved to see his boyfriend, which overrode his annoyance.
suguru sighed.
he lifted up his navy comforter with one arm for satoru to clamber in, and clamber in he did, limbs going absolutely everywhere. his sweet fuzzy socks rubbed against suguru’s calf.
“are you mad at me?” he mumbled, blue doe eyes searching suguru’s gaze.
suguru begrudgingly accepted it, satoru waving his little white flag, but this wasn’t over.
“i’ll be honest. a little bit, angel. you just don’t…” he pinched his nose. “you aren’t listening to me.”
satoru “hmph”ed, acknowledging suguru’s words while still expressing his disagreement, and suguru sighed. progress was progress, at least.
satoru rolled on his side, looking back expectantly, cutely. suguru threw an arm around his middle and tugged him firmly to his chest, pressing some soft kisses to satoru’s neck that made him giggle.
the anger subsided, a little.
smiling softly, suguru blew a loud, wet raspberry on his boyfriend’s nape, causing him to squeal and bat him away.
“ewww! stop slobbering on me, you fucking dog!”
suguru sighed. “you come into my house, don’t even want my kisses…”
suddenly, satoru was flipping over and grabbing at suguru’s face, pecking sloppy little kisses everywhere and tangling fingers in his long, inky hair.
suguru dug his fingers into satoru’s sensitive ribcage in an attempt to get him off, laughing at him as he squealed and squirmed away, always sensitive to tickles.
the tinkling of satoru’s giggles rung throughout suguru’s room. suguru halfheartedly attempted to shield himself from his second kiss attack, but it was no use.
he was weak to his angel.
suguru would kill anyone before they got to experience satoru like this. and that dumb kid was first on his list.
~~~~~
for a week, suguru felt like snapping. satoru hadn’t listened to him at all, and was still entertaining… that pest.
satoru hadn’t gotten any more receptive to suguru’s very, VERY reasonable request.
so much for nonchalant – suguru had been waking up every morning with a sore jaw, pissed off even in his sleep.
his anger always bided its time.
friday night.
dinner out at the barbecue restaurant with their friends and some acquaintances.
in cahoots with shoko, who would always aid and abet in his evil plans for a free pack of cigarettes, he got himself seated next to umeko, a cute, dainty girl in a sweet periwinkle dress who stared at him with big eyes.
“what’s your name?” he asked, voice gentle, eyes crinkling into a soft smile.
“oh, um- umeko! what’s yours?”
“suguru.”
he introduced himself to her with a soft smile, chatting her up, not even glancing satoru’s way when he entered, predictably late.
he felt swirling blue eyes burn into him and concealed a smirk into his shoulder. satoru took his seat a few down and across, pulling the chair out roughly and slumping into it with a distinct lack of grace. charming.
when the meats and veggies arrived, suguru stopped umeko’s hand as she reached for the tongs.
“i’ve got you, umeko-chan,” he purred, using the sweetest cadence of his voice. something only satoru would know.
she blushed right up to the tips of her ears. he delicately placed slices of beef on the grill.
“you have beautiful eyes,” he complimented, to really twist the knife in. her eyes, a deep honey brown.
she reddened brilliantly, covering her smile with her hand, shaking her other hand wildly. “no, no,” she denied.
he caught her waving hand, then stroked his thumb over it.
“yes. you do.”
he caught kento’s gaze across the table, and the guy looked as impassive as ever, with just the slightest hint of disgust tainting his expression.
psh. see someone try to take yuu from him, and see how he acts.
out of the corner of his eye, he could see satoru stiffen, clenching his fists as he noticed them and beginning to scrunch his nose in that angry way of his. cute.
so vindictive, his joy. usually, it would be satoru he’d dote over, giving him the best cuts, grilling each piece for him, sometimes hand-feeding him too. his sweet, spoiled doll.
now, satoru’s white plate just gleamed red under the mood lighting.
he could hear shoko making fun of him for not eating when his appetite usually cleared enough food to feed a small village.
and yes, in fact, it was strange not having his boyfriend yapping like an overexcited puppy by his side the whole dinner, as it usually was.
their eyes met. in those swirling, stunning blue eyes, suguru could see the hurt, the jealousy, the regret.
good.
some dark, twisted part of him relished in that.
satoru stood up from the table, fluffy hair making him look like a disgruntled kitten.
suguru hid a smile.
“i’m not feeling well,” he announced, slamming his palms on the table, expression stormy. he grabbed his bag and left in a huff, leaving those who hadn’t been paying attention rather bewildered.
as soon as the door of the restaurant closed behind him, suguru put a large, warm palm on umeko’s shoulder.
“you’ll have to forgive me, but i have a little problem to attend to. eat up the rest of your meal, alright?” he smiled placatingly, glancing down at the neat row of meat and veggies he had grilled for her.
“oh, um, of course! nice to meet you, sugu-chan.” she blushed, clearly testing the waters, looking up through her mascara-coated lashes. thick and black, nothing like satoru’s.
his grip tightened ever so slightly before releasing, as he leaned in slightly to softly say, voice cold but eyes still crinkled in a smile, “hm. don’t call me that.”
suguru took his leave as well, not bothering to glance at her confused, crestfallen face. he didn’t forget to place down some bills for both him and satoru, though the latter had eaten nothing. suguru kinda owed it to him, at the very least.
~~~~~
satoru’s silhouette stood under a dim street lamp, enshrouded in that golden light.
suguru caught up to him in a few hasty strides. satoru didn’t turn around, despite knowing he was there.
“you made your point.” satoru remarked coolly, words dissolving like mist into the cool, evening air.
they stood quietly, for a moment. tendrils of the soft and wistful breeze floated past them.
suguru regarded his boyfriend. he was angry, no doubt, but it was twinged with a seriousness and thoughtfulness that only he got to see.
satoru took nothing in life seriously but suguru.
his words broke the silence again.
“you were right, suguru.”
suguru’s eyes widened in genuine surprise at the honest admission, then he tilted his head and smiled.
“hm? what about?”
“do you have to look so smug? asshole.” satoru scoffed, frown turning petulant.
suguru patiently waited out his boyfriend’s pouting, leaning against the lamp pole. satoru sighed.
“he asked me out yesterday. so i guess… he did like me after all.” satoru admitted.
suguru barked out a laugh.
“of course he did. satoru, did you really believe he didn’t?”
satoru glared, tone predictably turning bratty. “i’m more than just a pretty face, you know. is it so horrible to wish someone could just want to be my friend?”
suguru sighed. “there are plenty of people who love you for who you are, satoru,” he said softly, moving in closer to place a warm hand on satoru’s waist. “however, that creep is definitely not one of them.”
satoru slumped, stepping towards suguru, seeking comfort. his brilliant blue eyes began to mist over with tears.
oh, satoru.
suguru sighed and opened his arms. satoru made himself small and tucked himself between. up and down his back, suguru smoothed one hand, while the other comfortably settled on the ledge of his hip.
“why do you always have to win?” he whispered, voice raspy.
suguru pressed a kiss to the top of his head, satoru’s soft white hair tickling his face.
satoru was a genius, which was evident… essentially from his birth. he got everything handed to him on a silver platter his whole life – the best tutors, the best private schools, everything he could ever want with the snap of his fingers. shoulders heavy with high expectations, but a family who spoiled him all the same.
to satoru, the world was his.
meanwhile, suguru had always had to fight tooth and nail for everything. he had no choice but to be the best, to get a scholarship to the best private boarding school in the country to make it out of his small town that was slowly suffocating him, to get into the top university. he had to win, always. had to be top of his class, had to be the strongest, the fastest, the smartest — all on his own.
everything suguru had always got ripped from his hands, chunks of meat left under his fingernails.
satoru thought winning was easy. suguru knew winning was won through blood, sweat, and tears. the sour aftertaste burden of being born at the top vs. the grit in the back of the throat from crawling your way through the mud to get there.
suguru didn’t just win for the sheer fun of it, like satoru. it was a compulsion, a primal urge to survive.
that’s why he had to win. that’s why he had to make sure satoru would be his. forever.
the most precious thing he had ever touched.
~~~~~
when they got to suguru’s dorm room, satoru turned on him instantly.
“really, suguru. the fuck was that all about, huh?” he snarled. “‘you have beautiful eyes,’” he parroted, making his voice all nasally.
talk about mood swings.
“ah,” suguru sighed. “so you were waiting.”
“of course i waited until being home - i’m not trying to be a public nuisance, you know!”
suguru laughed sardonically. “you’re always a public nuisance, satoru.”
and, he neglected to mention, their first breakup had been in front of the campus kfc, as shoko liked to remind them. often.
“fuck you. as if you weren’t cheating on me right in front of my eyes, right in front of our friends’ eyes!”
“cheating on you? oh, satoru, you wound me. i was simply being nice to her.”
“you were cooking her fucking food, asshole. i would never go that far,” he glared.
“so you admit it then,” suguru smiled smugly, crowding satoru into the wall. he tilted his head to the side infuriatingly. “you’re not innocent little gojo satoru, are you? you led him on to piss me off.”
“oh, right, cuz everything’s about you. your ego’s so big, you should go start a cult!” satoru rolled his eyes as his hands gestured wildly as he spoke.
“stop deflecting.” suguru grabbed one of his wrists and pinned it to the wall next to his face, then squished satoru’s delicate cheeks between his fingers.
“you’re so mean.” satoru glared, pouting.
“i’m cruel.” suguru agreed, sharp eyes staring into satoru’s defiant face. “you started this, i’m finishing it. that’s that. dare i say, you wanted me to win. always picking fights with me, only to end up pinned. why is that, satoru? you won’t admit it, but you crave a firm hand to remind you exactly where you belong.”
satoru squirmed and shook his head, face flushed, petulance written all over his delicate features.
“i hate you,” he seethed. “arrogant prick.”
“sore loser,” smirked suguru.
suguru kissed him then, their mouths meeting like colliding stars. suguru kissed filthy, while satoru’s playful kitten-licking was surprisingly sweet for the little terror he was. suguru fucked his tongue into satoru’s mouth, while the boy suckled on his tongue and moaned. in a moment, satoru bit down hard on suguru’s lower lip, causing him to hiss and pull back with a warning glare, before capturing satoru’s lips again.
he felt satoru’s hands fumbling under his shirt and feeling his abs, then tugging the fabric upwards and over his head.
even after so many times, satoru still made googly eyes at suguru’s chest and abdomen, humming contentedly.
“you are so lucky you’re hot,” satoru sighed, gently grazing his fingers down suguru’s skin, finding his way down to his happy trail, hooking his finger in the waistband of suguru’s pants, leaning in to press soft kisses to suguru’s neck.
suguru’s breath hitched at the feeling, satoru’s elegant fingers sliding down to the front of his bulge. he leaned forward to nibble at satoru’s ear in return, enjoying the shiver that wracked his body.
suguru hissed as satoru brushed his warm fingers over the front of his underwear. despite being taller than him, gojo somehow managed to look at him sweetly through his long, fluttering lashes.
suguru placed his palm over satoru’s hand, pressing down more forcefully.
“don’t tease, satoru.”
~~~~
suguru kissed down satoru’s belly, lips meeting pillowy flesh. he almost wanted to moan from the sensation.
satoru’s skin was softer than moon-licked petals, softer than anything.
he swirled his tongue in satoru’s belly button, causing the boy to yelp and attempt to push his head away.
“huh?? that’s my belly button, you pervert!”
“so? it’s cute.” he smirked, dipping his tongue in again, laughing at satoru’s dramatics.
“you really are a weird pervert,” he pouted.
suguru hummed in agreement and trailed his tongue further downward, making his way down to satoru’s panties. they were light blue, cotton, with a little bow in the front.
they drew out his cuteness and innocence in a way that made his dick twitch.
he rubbed his thumb over satoru’s slit, parting the slickening folds.
satoru could get so wet, but he needed a little coaxing. even his pussy was attention-starved and bratty. suguru licked his lips and started on his meal.
satoru tasted like mentos, if you just sucked on the outside shell. a tantalizing hint of sweetness.
“umeko-chan,” satoru suddenly mocked suguru’s voice from before, smoothening his voice to mimic suguru’s velvety drawl.
suguru flicked his eyes up, tongue pausing, a warning in his stormy eyes.
“don’t be like that,” he scolded mildly, bringing his thumb up to rub at satoru’s clit.
satoru moaned, then snorted, determined not to be distracted.
“how can i not? you’re mine,” he glared. “and you flirted with that ugly girl.”
“didn’t seem like i was yours, the way you let that boy hang all over you, let him touch you.”
his hand had unwittingly balled into a fist, and he took measured breaths to release it.
“asshole,” satoru bit out. “you know, yuuta keeps telling me that you’re bad for me. emotionally manipulative and abusing me.” pouted satoru, glaring up at suguru in that way he did when he was trying to provoke a reaction. brat.
“hm. did he now?” suguru mused, eye twitching ever so slightly with annoyance, hand stilling on satoru’s hip. “would someone manipulative and abusive spend hours eating you out?”
he could see yuuta utilizing his massive eyes to try to convince satoru to break up with him, once again. fucking mama’s boy. and he was the manipulative one?
he only tolerated yuuta because satoru absolutely adored him and doted on him like a child. otherwise, he would’ve curb-stomped the little shit for meddling.
satoru gasped, like a profound realization had just hit him. “that’s precisely it - you’re - you’re manipulating me through my pussy! you are a bad guy, suguru! just look at what you just did at dinner. everyone thinks you’re so nice and polite, and i’m the shitty one, but you’re way fucking meaner than me. not my fault yuuta sees the real you.”
suguru sighed, tongue pausing once again.
“could you stop saying his name while my mouth is on your pussy? if that’s what you think of me, then fine. i’ll be the bad guy.”
he took his hand back, shoved his pointer and middle finger into his mouth to coat them in a thin layer of saliva, then forcefully pressed them into satoru’s way-less-than-prepared pussy. satoru yelped.
“ow! w-wait!”
“aw, poor satoru, getting the discipline he deserves.”
he dove back into satoru’s dripping cunt, slurping at his clit while his fingers abused his soft, gummy walls that clung on each pull out.
“hey! wha- mmmn...”
satoru thrashed from the overload of sensations while suguru held down his legs.
“admit that you’re a brat.” suguru crooned, pushing himself up on his arms. he tucked a strand of hair behind satoru’s ear and bringing his cupped hand down the side of his face.
“i’m not- i’m not a brat!” satoru managed, the breaths punched out of him by each shove of suguru’s fingers.
suguru raised an eyebrow, then slid a palm over his throat in warning.
“ooh, mr. goody-two-shoes wants me to falsify a confession? that’s a new low,” satoru smirked.
“don’t get smart with me,” suguru scolded, then began to tighten his fingers around satoru’s throat, knowing just where to press to turn his brain off.
satoru’s eyes rolled back, and suguru relished in the way his breaths became choppy and uneven, the way he blushed to the tips of his ears.
“finally, some peace and fucking quiet,” suguru leered. satoru flipped him off, making him snort.
he watched intensely until satoru started to genuinely struggle for air, the power of holding satoru’s life in his palm intoxicating.
he let go. satoru wheezed and stroked his throat, a stray tear leaking from his eye.
suguru licked up his tear, relishing the hint of salt, and grasped satoru’s hips to get him face down, ass up.
he licked his lips at the sight of satoru’s cute, slick pussy peeking at him from between his snowy thighs. he parted the folds with his index and middle finger, then lined up the tip of his dick, which had already began to bead with precum.
he kept one had on satoru’s flank while he fed the tip in, the squeeze of satoru’s ribbed, warm pussy unlocking some feral nature within him. slowly, he made it the full way inside, and he ground his hips to savor the tangy pleasure.
satoru’s shoulder burst with pain as suguru bit down hard, leaving teeth marks in his flesh.
he yowled in pain, turning his head to bitch at suguru, but suguru just pressed his face into the pillow to muffle him. satoru’s whining only made him harder.
suguru fucked into him like a beast, tip catching on his entrance with every thrust.
satoru yowled, kittenish, beginning to crawl away from the onslaught.
suguru caught his ankle, yanking him back, and wrenched him back down into the black bedsheets.
he flipped satoru onto his back in one swift motion, hooking one leg over his shoulder before plunging back into his tight heat. grabbing his wrists in one hand, he made sure satoru was staying put this time.
“runnin’ from me, hm?” he smirked, leaning down to purr in satoru’s ear.
“ngh- get off me!” he squealed, twisting and thrashing viciously, but suguru knew he didn’t mean it. they had another word for that.
“aww, is it too much?” suguru mocked, fake sympathy lacing his tone as his soft tone caressed every syllable.
“you’re SO mean!” wailed satoru, pouting and glaring and kicking his feet.
he hid his face behind his forearm, feeling his eyes begin to betray him.
“ah, ah,” suguru scolded, prying his arm away and pinning it to the bed, tamping down his struggle. glistening with fat tears, satoru’s eyes always made him such a pretty crier.
suguru chuckled.
“awww, look at you. how cute. c’mon, angel, ready to admit you’re a brat now?”
“die,” he hissed, eyes narrowed.
“now, now, satoru, that’s not very nice, is it.”
satoru only saw a flash of his hand before it made stinging contact with his cheek, forcing it to swing to the side.
suguru felt his pussy clench tight as a vice around him, and groaned.
“oh, fuck yeah.” satoru panted, grinning wide, a crazed look in his eye. “hit me harder.”
so, suguru did. his palm stung as satoru’s cheek lit up pink.
satoru’s body went completely lax, a hazy look in his dripping eyes that indicated he finally began to slip into that sweet, submissive headspace of his.
“ow,” he whined, cupping the abused side of his abused face.
“say thank you, satoru,” he purred.
satoru whined and pawed at suguru, shaking his head.
suguru sighed, gripped his hair, and slapped him again.
“say thank you, satoru.”
satoru’s eyes were completely glazed over, unfocused.
“thank you…”
“good boy,” suguru praised, with the same inflection as if he were talking to a dog that had done a new trick, dropping a kiss to his forehead.
he considered him for a moment, a smile painting his face.
“i like you like this,” he drawled, thrusting leisurely, enjoying the slow drag of heat across his dick. “all obedient and cute.”
it made power rush to his head, having their college’s most brilliant, most arrogant student melt underneath his touch.
“mmn… ‘m not cute,” satoru denied, voice slurring.
suguru laughed. “you’ll never stop being a brat, will you? even when you’re a pathetic, whiny mess.”
satoru nodded his head in agreement, making suguru smile.
“ready to admit it now, hm?” he asked, landing a firm spank on satoru’s flank.
satoru scrunched his nose and shook his head in defiance, to which suguru just laughed and sighed.
he got back to work, holding down satoru’s hands above his head, thrusting into his satiny warmth with steady strokes that made the boy mewl.
for a few moments, the walls just echoed with the sound of their moans and heavy breathing, as well as the filthy, wet smacking of their lips meeting.
they met gazes, and satoru giggled, eyes crinkling, which made suguru smile and huff a laugh in return.
“you’re so silly, satoru.”
satoru’s temple was beading with sweat, and he looked like an angel splayed out on the bed. his white hair soft and fluffy.
satoru cupped his cheek and pulled his face down for a quick peck that they both melted into.
“feel so fuzzy,” satoru slurred, face flushed, eyes still leaking slow tears.
suguru chuckled. “yeah, baby? feels good?”
“mhmm…”
suguru stole another quick kiss from his petal-soft mouth.
satoru chased after his lips, then suddenly seemed to have a change of heart. he opened his eyes and glared with purpose.
“tell me i’m better than her, the best you’ve ever had,” he demanded, voice breathy.
suguru hummed, and the hesitation wound satoru up, making him hiss like a cat.
“tell me!”
“nobody else compares to you, satoru. nobody.”
the raw sincerity in suguru’s voice seemed to surprise both of them, and gave satoru pause.
“there could never be anybody else for me, either,” admitted satoru in return, a sheepish smile on his face. he opened his mouth as if to say something else, but closed it with a blush staining his face.
both of them refused to say it first, those three words, but it swirled around them, that comfort and warmth only love could bring. something tender, something instinctual, something mine, mine, mine.
their mouths met again, and they exchanged messy, slow kisses, while suguru picked up the pace again.
“fuck, gonna put a baby in you, satoru.” he panted, delirious from pleasure. “wanna get you pregnant so bad, make sure you know you’re fucking mine.”
“shit, suguru-” satoru whimpered, clenching hard. “no, you caan’t, i’m too young, i-”
“shh,” suguru shushed, placing his large palm over satoru’s mouth. “i’ve seen you with megumi and all the other little ones, i know you’ll be a good mommy. be good, now.”
“wait, no, please, please-” choked out satoru, trying to push suguru off and banging his fists on his chest, to no avail.
suguru stilled. he looked down at satoru’s owlish, blinking eyes full of tears, and made a show of considering his request.
“maybe you’re right… maybe i shouldn’t.”
“what?” croaked satoru, looking incredulous. “what? no, you have to.”
“i thought you didn’t want it, baby. said you were too young.”
satoru let out a noise between a snarl and a whine, something fully animalistic. he wrapped his legs around suguru’s back and tightened, trapping him.
“have to, god, fuck, please, suguru, give me a baby-”
suguru hid a satisfied smirk. “shh, okay, baby, shh… i’ll give you babies, okay?”
satoru settled, looking pleased with himself, as if he hadn’t been begging suguru to stop just moments ago.
suguru resumed the pace of his hips, slamming into satoru like his life depended on it. he tilted satoru’s face towards himself, and smirked.
“aww, you’re drooling.”
“fuck off,” slurred satoru, haphazardly wiping the side of his mouth with his forearm.
suguru tsked at the language, moving his hand down to roll one of satoru’s pebbled, brownish-pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“think your tits are gonna swell up for me, hm? gonna be so round and pretty.”
satoru moaned at the sensation, eyes rolling back.
“mnn… ev’ryone’s gonna know…”
“yeah, baby, everyone will know what a little slut you are, getting knocked up by me.”
suguru pressed on satoru’s clit until he began to tremble, moans tipping into sobs. he wrapped his arms around suguru’s head, gripping onto his soft, black hair for dear life.
“ah, ah, wait!”
“c’mon, angel. be a good boy…”
in just a few moments, satoru shivered and creamed around his dick, cute face going slack with pleasure. suguru cursed as the slide inside got impossibly hotter and smoother.
satoru started whining from overstimulation, trying to squirm away and hitting him on the arm, but suguru held him firm.
“stay still, baby. gonna give you what you asked for.”
suguru chased the height of his own pleasure selfishly, using satoru’s body like a toy. his thoughts were consumed with breeding satoru, claiming him, having everyone see who he belonged to.
suguru groaned as he pushed in the final time. his heavy balls pumped cum into satoru, each twitch of his cock mind-blowingly delicious. he thanked whatever god was out there for granting satoru such a tight, greedy little pussy.
the room filled with heavy breathing as they both came down.
before suguru pulled out, he felt satoru’s fingers dipping down and swiping at where they were connected, and he watched him stuff his fingers in his mouth, humming contentedly at the taste.
“who’s the pervert now?” suguru leaned down to murmur in his ear, then reluctantly pulled out of satoru’s warmth.
he pulled apart satoru’s cheeks to get a good look at his work. the gushing of his thick cum out of satoru’s abused hole garnered his rapt attention, and he sucked in a horny breath.
“mm, yeah, definitely you,” sighed satoru, still sucking on his fingers.
their eyes met, faces flushed and sweaty, and they both couldn’t help but laugh.
~~~~
“shh, shhh, angel. i’ve got you. i’ll get you all cleaned up.”
suguru soothed satoru, holding him and petting him until he started to come back to himself. he admired the bruises he left on satoru, pressing his thumb lightly into one on his neck.
as the glaze left satoru’s eyes, the boy smirked.
“hah… i should get you angry more often. you’re really hot when you’re mad.”
suguru rolled his eyes, holding back the urge to throttle his dumb boyfriend.
“if you want me to choke you out, all you need to do is ask.”
“wahh, booring.”
suguru rolled his eyes again and pinched his nose bridge as he sighed.
a moment passed as suguru reached for a cigarette and his lighter, flicking the flame open and taking a long drag, blowing the smoke in satoru’s face to see his nose crinkle cutely, like an angry bunny, in distaste.
“you’re not speaking to eisuke ever again.”
satoru hummed, then nuzzled his face into suguru’s.
“and you’re not talking to that girl ever again,” he returned, giggling sickly-sweet. “or i’ll murder both of you!”
~~~~
“what the fuck, shoko?! i thought we were friends!” satoru screeched.
shoko shrugged nochalantly.
“friends is a bit of a stretch.”
satoru made an incomprehensible, indignant noise, sticking out his tongue at her.
“besides, he bought me two packs. in this economy, that’s more than enough to betray you.”
“does that even last you a day? ugh, you suck! you both suck! he is SO getting it when i get home.” satoru huffed, angrily adjusting his fluffy white earmuffs.
shoko shrugged, and lit her last one of the bribe, watching the smoke curl into the crisp evening air.