I’ve been absent for far too long, but summer is upon us and I have big things coming 😈😈
Working on a Gego longfic that’ll hopefully be finished by the end of 2026 (prayers needed) and a few goge/gego one shots / 3-5 chapter fics that i’ll be dropping throughout the summer!! I’m so excited :333
suguru geto’s how to: cunnilingus ft. cuck gojo | 18+ MDNI.
satoru gojo was a good boyfriend. a great boyfriend even.
while your girlfriends were trying (and failing) to convince theirs to do the bare minimum, your boyfriend was off buying a purse you’d mentioned once in passing. spending a couple grand daily without so much as batting an eye.
satoru brought over an extra coffee and your favorite pastry whenever you were pulling a particularly long studying sesh in the school library. there was hardly anything that went unnoticed.
but there was only problem in your relationship.
satoru gojo could not make you cum to save his own life.
piles and piles of books all focused around anatomy and female pleasure were stacked on his bookcase next to his neat lil’ collection of comics. he’d read them multiple times—to the point where he could probably recite each one back to front and front to back.
and still, he couldn’t manage to put what he’d read into action. every time he slid your panties down, salivating just at the sight of your glistening folds (after almost thirty minutes of foreplay), he froze.
his hands grew clammy, sweat beaded up on his forehead like he’d just ran a marathon, and his tongue started to feel like lead. everything he read left his mind and he ended up lapping at your cunt like a desperate dog until you pulled him off with a small, reassuring smile.
and now, you weren’t even entertaining the idea. “‘toru, it’s fine. i’ll just get my vibe to help me out or something,” you told him before he could even kneel down. satoru felt his heart drop to his ass.
satoru dropped back on his knees, staring at you like you’d offended him and his bloodline in one go. “you’re seriously gonna let a clanker-” he spat out the word with such disdain before continuing with his rant, “-into our bedroom? into our safe space and abode? i mean, seriously, think about the environment and the battery power required to power that thing. soon enough you’ll replace me with a robot and-”
you stopped him before he could continue with his rambling, “do you have a better idea then?”
“actually yeah, give me a second.” before you could respond, he darted off. locking himself in the bathroom and pulling his phone out like it was urgent.
it was.
his fingers flew across the screen, dialing the only number other than yours he had memorized by now.
he didn’t give the other man a chance to speak, immediately talking like he was recruiting geto for the military. “suguru i need your help. i feel like she’s about to dump my ass.”
a yawn left the other man’s lips, “okay woah, slow down,” the sound of sheets rustling sounded next like he’d just woken up, “why do you think she’s gonna break up with you?”
“because i don’t know how eat pussy!” satoru whined, louder than he intended to. “can you come over and teach me, pleaseee? i’ll pay you.”
“teach you how?”
that was surprisingly.. less resistance than gojo was expecting. “can you eat out my girlfriend?” he knew how ridiculous it sounded, but he was desperate. “i’ll learn by watching you.”
the line went silent, suguru seemingly considering the offer for a couple seconds. “and your girlfriend’s okay with all this?”
“…..yeah.”
“i’ll be right over in twenty then.”
twenty minutes later on the dot, suguru was settling in between your thighs, pulling your legs to dangle over his broad shoulders. the little ‘s’ anklet satoru had got you dangled almost mockingly. looking up at you before he asked, “this okay with you?”
you turned to look over at satoru, over in the cuck chair in the ‘corner of shame’ as he so called it, but suguru quickly brought your attention back to him, gently biting on your inner thigh. “i’m asking you. i’m not asking your idiot of a boyfriend. is this okay?”
“yeah, it’s okay,” you responded almost immediately, feeling a shiver run down your spine as suguru crawled up, tilting your chin up. his kiss wasn’t desperate like satoru’s were, but it was still hungry. his tongue traced the seam of your lower lip before he coaxed your mouth open, tasting you like you were a divine fruit.
one of suguru’s hands moved down, pushing your lace panties to the side with ease. “oh f-fuck,” you whined into his mouth, hips bucking up into his fingers as he started to rub your folds, spreading your slick like jelly on bread.
“there we-” suguru murmured, pushing two fingers inside of your dripping cunt, “-go. took it so well for me, just relax,” he all but cooed in your ear, fingers moving in a torturous pace as he thrust them in and out. in and out, slow and steady.
admittedly, it was a little hard to relax when your boyfriend’s big blue orbs were staring at what seemed to be your soul while he dutifully took notes. scribbling down what exactly had you making the most noise, what you seemed to enjoy that he didn’t do.
but you leaned back, allowing yourself to get lost in suguru.
suguru dropped back to where he was once before and where he belonged: face to face with your cunt. but he ignored your desperate attempts of bucking your pussy in his face, choosing to start off on your inner thigh. each brush of his lips, each kiss, felt like a mocking tease the more he avoided touching where you wanted.
“please,” you spoke up. suguru’s eyes darted over to yours, a shit-eating smile on his face as he leaned forward. breath hitting your cunt, your walls clenching at nothing.
“please, what?”
“please eat me out, i need it, need you, please,” you babbled despite the chuckle that escaped the man’s throat. satoru wrote that down enthusiastically—you’d never begged for him like this. if anything, you asked for him to stop.
suguru gives your thigh one last teasing bite before his tongue swiped across your folds, your slick overwhelming his taste buds. “you’re mmmf, missing out toru. she tastes like heaven.”
of course, satoru knew that. a pathetic whine left his lips as he watched suguru’s eyes practically roll back with each taste, eyes practically hyper focused on everything the man was doing. suguru spread your legs even wider, the tip of his tongue flicking against your entrance before he delved in.
“o-oh fuck, sugu!” a loud moan left your lips, fingers digging into his scalp as he started to eat you out like a man starving. saliva and slick dribbled down from his lips to his chin, the tip of his nose prodding against your throbbing clit.
satoru gojo didn’t bother even trying to keep up with his notes.
his notepad was left discarded, cock straining against the thin material of his digimon boxers. satoru didn’t free himself though, he didn’t deserve it. but he did palm himself through his sweatpants, giving himself just the slightest bit of pressure to feel some sort of relief.
“tastes so good, such a shame satoru can’t make you cum,” suguru let out a muffled groan against your cunt, each one sending a vibration shooting up your spine. his lips latched onto your swollen clit, sucking and swirling his tongue against the sensitive bud while his fingers thrusted in you once more.
“don’t stop, fuck- sugu, fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum.” you sounded so pretty when you weren’t faking your orgasm. your back arched off the bed, toes curling and desperate babbles left your mouth—all in desperation to cum.
“there we go, take what you deserve,” suguru cooed, your orgasm washing over you like a wave almost instantly. you soaked his lips and chin, and yet, you laid back against the bed with a satisfied sigh.
suguru got up from his spot, walking over to the cuck chair. he tilted satoru’s chin, immediately met with the sight of the flustered man before he leaned in. being so generous as to give him the divine taste, spit dripping down satoru’s skin the messier the exchange got. satoru let out a moan, fingers digging into the man’s shoulder to pull him impossibly closer.
and just as quickly as it’d started, the raven haired man pulled away. “alright, hope that helps,” suguru announced before leaving, the door slamming shut behind him. leaving you panting and clenching the bedsheets like it was nothing.
and leaving gojo unsure if the cum dripping onto his underwear was from the sight of you being pleasured or from being kissed by his best friend.
“And I bet you, you won’t have a royal flush by the end of this game,” you challenged Suguru Geto. Your best friend’s older brother by 6 years. The same person you grew up hanging around. And the same person you were currently playing cards with because your fake ass friend went out to run a quick errand.
You weren’t mad, just… flustered? Being left alone with her older brother, who always watches you like a predator waiting any second to pounce on their prey.
He did offer to buy what she needed, but she said no and left.
It’s not like you were scared of him (you were), you grew up around him. It’s just that things are different now. He’s older and bigger, and hotter. And has abs now. Like what?
“And if I end up with that by the end of the game, then?” he said, voice low, in a soothing way.
“Then… You um.. You can get whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” a pause, “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
For some reason, you were starting to feel hot under his piercing gaze. Those heavy eyes of his that undressed you before actions ever could.
“What will you give me?”
“Whatever you want, Suguru,” you groaned, repeating yourself, making him grin. “No take-backs, ok?”
“Why… what do you want?” There was a small chance you might be regretting your words now. What if he makes you do something embarrassing or eat an insect or– or–
“You’ll see,” was all he said before grabbing the first card from the deck, placing it face up on the glass circle table that was centered in front of the dark leather sofa you and he were sharing, sitting on opposite ends.
The game was coming closer to an end, and victory seemed far from reality for you. But Suguru ending with a royal flush was so fucking unlikely that you were relaxed. Even if you lost, Suguru technically wouldn’t win.
Yeah. Or so you thought. Even with the impossible chances, once the game finished, and you accepted your loss, Suguru turned his hand in your direction, being met with what you could only describe as bullshit.
There was no fucking way this man pulled it off. Whether he cheated or didn’t, the chances of getting a Royal Flush are incredibly low. One in a Million type beat. So how?
While you were having an existential crisis, pacing around the living room, Suguru came up behind you, wrapping those large, veiny arms around your midsection, making you jump.
“So about that deal.”
“...what do you want.. And– before you say anything, I’m not eating inse–”
“Let me play with your pussy.”
What?
—
Somehow, your friend was still missing, and some-fucking-how in that time frame of her not being a part of her own household, you have somehow managed to fuck yourself up both physically and mentally and have gotten in bed with your friend’s older brother—in his bed—while he inspects your pussy like it’s a cold case.
“You keep twitching, are you horny?” Geto teases, his warm breath fanning over your exposed cunt.
“N-no, dickhead, I’m just— ohh– fuck!” You choke on your words—saliva—leaving the sentence on a cliffhanger. Suguru’s rough fingers, the backside, ghost over your swollen clit before leaving a harsh flick that has you moaning in pleasure.
“Such a dirty liar and masochist,” The man coos, 2 fingers circling your entrance, all that unused slick sticking to his fingers, trailing them up to your poor abused clit, massaging the little bud between the 2 damp pads, rolling it between them.
You bite your lower lip, shutting your eyes tight enough to hopefully wake up from whatever dream this is or fall asleep. But neither happened. Your body is too aware to fall asleep and too awake to be dreaming.
Biting back any noises that threaten to slip out while he teases you like an untouched instrument.
“Sugu–”
“I’m going to record, ok?”
“What!?”
“Relax, I won’t show anyone,” he says calmly, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his grey sweats. You want to fight him, but do you really? As much as you want to run and kick him in the face, he can clearly see you’re enjoying this far more than him.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he grins, your eyes squinting from the bright flash of his phone. Is this fucker really filming with flash on?
Your body has a physical reaction to the thought of him just having a recording of your bare body at his disposal, anytime he needs.
His fingers stretch and play with your cunt, pulling it in all sorts of directions, getting every part of you on camera. He even films your insides as he slowly pushes the 2 fingers he’s been using on you inside. Watching how they fill your needy little hole. Your back arches, fingers tangled in the sheets, pulling harder. Eyes wandering over his perfect face, stray hairs falling over his face, while the rest is messily tied.
“She likes it,” he says, grinning at your reaction to his words. Face twisting in pleasure.
“Record,” he demands, abruptly handing you the phone, not giving any sort of warning before diving in between your parted thighs.
His soft lips come into contact with your soaking wet cunt. Tracing along your clit and down to your hole. Slipping his tongue inside, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head, one of your hands unsteadily holding the camera, having it angled down to his hair while he devours you like a starved man.
“You have the softest and sweetest fucking pussy. You taste like heaven, doll,” the man says with a mouthful, the vibrations reaching your core. His hands gripping and massaging your thighs, matching the rhythm of his tongue that moved like it knew its way around your body.
He licks every corner and bump that sends you higher than the 7 skies. Touching each part that elicits the sluttiest noises out of your mouth and the tightest spasms from your muscles.
His fingers dug into the squishy flesh of your thighs, nose bumping against your clit, leaving your thighs trembling.
“So fucking—mm, good,” he groaned, making you scream his name, a way of informing him that you’re close, already. Might be one of your quickest orgasms.
“Come on, pretty girl, I’m nowhere near done playing with you,” he chuckles at your needy whine at his words, “ok, ok, you can cum, go on.”
Your back arches off the bed, phone slipping from your loose grip, landing somewhere in the sheets.
He keeps sucking and licking and drinking you in like sin. Enjoying every untouched part of you.
Your body shakes as release crashed over you in waves. Suguru slows his roll. Sucking more sensually, flicking your clit with his tongue only when needed. Once he’s pleased with your orgasm and your sudden body jolts, he pulls back.
The dim glow in the room illuminated his slick-covered lips and chin, and that filthy smirk plastered across his face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before my sister beats both our asses,” he grins. Helping you up.
“I’m never playing cards with you again.”
“By the way, I cheated.”
“You son of a–”
A/N: im back from my mini something hiatus, also no part 2, leave me alone and i'm working on my longer fics, i swear, no more tiny one shots, i've js been rllyyyyy sick
ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.
tags: power imbalance, use of toys (butt plug+tail, cat ears, collar and leash), slight pet play, handjob, oral (f+m), facesitting, 69, orgasm denial, praise, degredation if you squint, begging, bondage, unprotected piv, hair pulling, creampie, overstimulation, pussydrunk suguru.
a/n: first time writing sub!guru, kinda nervous :# @uzugeto this one's for you bbg | [chain divider by @/uzmacchiato | fanart by @/wacuoms]
wc: 5.3k
when suguru saw you practically sprinting towards the doorway when the bell rung, he knew something was up.
the house was filled with the sweet, herbal aroma of the tea he's just brewed. suguru stands at the kitchen tops, unhurriedly stirring the sweetner into his teacup, and watching you not pay any mind to him as you run across the hallway.
though the quirked eyebrow and the curious look on his face, he's peacefully sipping from his cup by the time you come back; with a wide, unsettling smile on your expression, and a discreet plastic bag in your hands.
"sugu, it's finally here!" you giggled with excitement, though it might have been one-sided.
"what is it?" suguru asked, wary of your unusual enthusiasm.
"exactly what we needed," you answered vaguely while he approached you. "now, close your eyes."
"do i really have to?" he grimaces, rubbing the nape of his neck.
"you don't have a choice," you smiled, not feeding into his dramatics.
without anymore protests, suguru did as he was told—a deep, tired-of-your-bullshit sigh escaping him while closing his eyes.
he hears the bag shuffle open as you rip it apart impatiently, and a faint, delighted gasp falls from your lips. he's not sure if he should feel happy for your excitement—or scared.
you eagerly pull the special contents out of the bag, revealing a headband with fluffy cat ears on one hand, along with a leather collar and leash; and in the other, an even fluffier, 25 inch tail with a butt plug attached to its base.
"alright, you can open now," you said giddily, holding each toy proudly.
"oh…! i didn't know you were into that," suguru admitted, tilting his head as he studied the toys.
"well, doesn't hurt to try, right?" you chuckled.
"right... you would look stunning wearing those," he stated, lips curling into a sly smile as he eased into the thought.
"me? these are for you, silly!" you giggled, utterly amused by him thinking that you'd be the one wearing them.
to say suguru looked startled was an understatement. when he told you he'd be open to trying new things in bed, this was not what he had in mind.
"i'm not wearing that." sure thing, tough guy.
you pouted, a perfect mix of adoration and disappointment. you tossed the furry plug on the counter, approaching suguru with nothing but the fluffy headband and collar in your hands, and a beguiling look on your face.
"can't you do it for me, sugu?" suguru was a principaled man, but the way you batted your lashes at him while asking so sweetly made him exhale, pinching the bridge of his nose as he reevaluated every decision that brought him here.
"fine…. but just the headband," he added, a hint of apprehension in his voice.
oh, just how wrong he was.
"you're the best, sugu!" if you learned anything, it's that flattery does get you far.
you quicky pranced over to him, lifting onto your tippy-toes as you hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him into a sweet calculated peck, and sliding the cat ears over his silky hair. you deepened the kiss as you brought the leather collar to his neck, looping it around before fastening the buckle.
your eyes sparkled as you pulled away. the metal chain of his leash dangled over his chest, settling in between his meaty pecs. the colour of the fur was a perfect match to his inky locks, both ears slightly floppy at the tips, making him look so adorable you could just eat him.
"this is ridiculous." suguru deadpanned, stealing a quick glance at himself in the hung up mirror; he could've lived without seeing that.
"ridiculously cute!" you corrected.
"don't call me that…" suguru grumbled under his breath, his gaze shying away from yours.
"why is that, sugu? can't i just compliment my boyfriend sometimes?" you ask sweetly, tracing the defined line of his jaw with your index, looking at him all big-eyed and innocent.
before suguru gets a chance to reply, your lips smash against his in a kiss so ardent it makes him groan into your mouth.
his welcoming lips invite you in; swiping your wet tongue over them before slipping into his warmth. one hand lies atop his chest while the other is wrapped around his neck, feeling the rising rhythm of his pulse before drifting downwards.
your slender fingers find the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one, making your way further down. the urgency of the kiss made his skin sear under your touch, fingers incidentally grazing over his chest as you unhooked each button.
after suguru's shirt is left stranded on the floor, chills rise across his skin as the cold chain laid on his bare chest; toned arms already finding their way around your waist and pulling you in, desperate to satiate the growing need within himself.
your tongue sways with his, exploring every inch his mouth had to offer. suguru hums into the kiss, his breath stuttering in response to your velvety warmth gliding in.
your arm slips in between your bodies, trailing your fingertips along his torso until eventually reaching the rock-hard bulge straining against his pants.
"haah—" suguru breaths into your mouth, all shattered and broken. the mere touch of your palm against clothed cock is enough to send his nerves firing. "just fucking—touch me, please," his voice was somewhere between a rasp and a whine, sending a rush of heat through your core.
"don't worry, baby. i'll take gooood care of you." your lips grazed his as you reassured, his mouth parted with desire, letting gasps and moans flow freely.
it was unusual to see suguru so needy, so desperate for your touch, but it was proof that everything followed exactly as you intended.
his cock is already flushed and leaking—so hard it probably hurt as you helped unbutton his pants, which ended up tossed somewhere on the floor along with his shirt.
jolts of electricity surged throughout suguru's body after you finally touched him; running your palm along the underside before wrapping around in a soft grip. your thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, smearing beads of precum along his shaft.
suguru let out a ragged, helpless moan against your mouth as you slowly begin to work his length.
"you like that, baby?" you asked, all sweet and innocent, as if seeing his eyes flutter and body cave didn't soak your panties.
"fuuck—yes, yes, keep going," he panted as you twisted your hand around his cock, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure with each skilled stroke.
you sink your teeth into his bottom lip, nipping it softly and pulling a broken moan out of suguru, leaving a hint of pain behind as you pull away from the kiss.
you bring your free hand to your mouth, running two fingers over your wet tongue and gathering a healthy amount of spit on your fingertips. you're stroking him faster now, pushing him into a daze while his cock twitches against your palm.
a grin threatened to bloom on your face—you were stroking his heavy cock with one hand while the other was reaching behind him.
suguru was clinging to you. his hands dug into your sides; warm, staggered breath lingering onto your skin as he cradled his head in the crook of your neck.
your fingers part him with ease, gliding over his tight hole—teasing it.
"hahh, w-wait—" a broken gasp escapes suguru, bleeding into a helpless whine as you use your spit to lubricate him, rubbing circles over the rim and feeling it relax under your fingertips.
"but you like, don't you?" your voice is warming, soothing his rough, unsteady edges.
"fuck.." the dual pleasure engulfs him, shivers spreading throughout his pliant body. any words that might have come out of his mouth had been choked back into pathetic whimpers.
a ragged grunt breaks from his lips as you pull away, reaching for the furry plug. before he could say anything, your lips crash against his once more, pushing his feeble mind away from the toy nestled in your hand.
he's melting against you—blushed lips searching for yours, driven by a pure, frantic need for more. you hum into the kiss, unable to stifle your own greed.
you hold the toy by its base, skimming the tip over the center of his ass, the contact making suguru tense and his breath hitch—yet nothing compares to the loud, filthy moan that escapes against your mouth when you finally push in the plug.
his tight walls moulded around it, stretching him out as it slid past the ring of resistance.
the air grew thin by the time you broke away from the kiss, leaving suguru with a longing look on his face as if he couldn't get enough of you; not now, not ever.
your kiss-bitten lips pressed to his chest instead, leaving soft pecks that lingered on his skin, scattering them all over his torso, and just below his defined v-line. your kisses have turned wetter and open-mouthed, surrounding his throbbing cock as you continued pumping it.
"please—don't tease," suguru huffed out, his voice seemingly exhausted.
"you look so pretty like this, sugu," you only smiled at him, completely ignoring his request while innocently looking at him all doe-eyed.
suguru's knees couldn't help but buckle, steadying himself by leaning back against the marble countertops. the sweet praise you offered him made his cock twitch in your grasp, leaking all over your hand.
you watched him through hung lashes, looking up at him as you sat on the ground, your knees sore against the cold floor. no matter, you still had all of the control.
you braced yourself, pressing your palms against his firm thighs. starting off slow, you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the pulsing vein underneath and making suguru hiss through the fleeting contact.
"fuck, yeah," he drawled, leaning his head back—getting a little too comfortable for your liking. pillowy lips still ghosted over his tip as you took the toy's tail in your hand, swirling it between your fingers; this was not the time to let his cockiness get the better of him, yet...
"knew you wanted this too–ah—" before he could finish the sentence, your hand clenched into a fist, pulling on his tail just enough for the sleek plug to shift within his walls. a silent warning to keep quiet.
the look in suguru's eyes made it obvious how eager he was to please you, but he still couldn't help the stifled cries and broken whimpers that managed to escape him.
your lips glistened with a mixture of spit and pre as you wrapped your mouth around his girth—not sucking, just glazing him in your wet warmth. his knuckles turned white against the edge of the countertop as you leaned in to take him deeper.
suguru wasn't going to last, not with the way you took him until he hit the back of your throat—time after time until your pace turned into a slow punishment he was meant to endure. hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked the soul out of him, milking him dry of any shred of dignity he had left.
one hand traveled up his engaged abs, feeling the way he tensed and twitched as you bobbed your head on his length—tightening your lips around him more and more each time until your mouth was filled with the salty taste arousal leaking prematurely. you cupped his balls with the other hand, feeling how heavy they were in your palm—constricting and begging to be emptied.
suguru wasn't far from begging either. his breathing shallow and uneven while his knees trembled like a leaf. no lie—it was definitely boosting your ego—but you kept going. after all, you knew him all too well to know when to stop.
you pull away right on the edge of his high, watching him fall apart and unaffectedly swiping your thumb over the corner of lips to collect some stray beads of spit. suguru's completely undone when he loses his footing, his knees hitting the floor as he slumps down next to you, shattered and breathless.
"fuck, wh—why…?" he winced. you almost felt bad for him.
you got up to your feet, now towering over the 6'3 man who was currently shuddering on all fours in front of you. hell—what a sight, floppy little ears hanging askew over his messy hair while probably clenching around the plug to draw out the slightest bit of friction.
"you really thought you'd get to cum before me?" you spoke softly as you carressed his face, forcing him to look you in the eye.
it wasn't anything unheard of. after all, he'd make it his mission to make you cum at least once before you even felt his cock inside of you; so why would anything change now?
"do i really deserve you being so mean to me, sweetheart?" his gaze was pleading, but you could see through his charades—how much he loved you making him feel so small, so pathetic; his desperation spiked.
"you deserve whatever i give you, suguru."
god, he could cum just by your voice alone.
with that being said, you bend at the waist, reaching forward to grab onto the leash dangling over the floor and turned your back to him, meaning to make your way over to your shared bedroom.
"do i really need to tell you everything?" disappointment seeped from your voice when suguru remained unmoved behind you, momentarily unaware he was meant to follow you on all fours.
his cock was still achingly hard once he began moving, and the plug shifting in his ass with every measured step was not helping his cause either. his head hung low between his broad shoulders, heavy with shame as he basically crawled his way over to you.
"hmph." his lips turned into a pout when you didn't even turn to look at him—see how good he was for you; instead you tugged on the leash until the sensitive skin on his neck turned red beneath the leather collar.
once you got to the bedroom, suguru not-so-patiently waited for your next command, his bratty frown deepening as he watched you slip off the thin nightgown you usually wore around the house. how could he not be hard 24/7 in these conditions? he was basically drooling right now.
"you can lie down, sugu," you finally instructed, and he eagerly followed every word; crawling on top of the bed while sneaking needy glances at your naked form.
once you slid onto the mattress next to suguru, you rewarded him with a kiss on the forehead, so soft and delicate that it made his breath hitch with anticipation.
"you gonna let me use you, baby?" you hummed, gently brushing away the tension gathered between his brows. suguru immediately melted into your touch, his eyes fixed upon you as if pulled into a trance.
"you can do whatever you want to me, just do it—please," his voice vibrated, the last word drifting into something quieter, a poor attempt at masking the aching hunger beneath.
you couldn't deny the way his answer made your cunt throb.
"okay, but i have one rule for you. think you can follow that?"
you just had to make his life harder.
"anything."
"you don't get to touch me."
bringing you the moon on a stick might be more realistic—but this? just say you hate him.
"how can you ask me that? after i've been so g—" you cut off his whining, pressing your index to his lips.
"tsk now, you think talking 's gonna help you?" you pouted, your voice dripping with false concern.
suguru couldn't help but moan the second your wet cunt came in contact with his face.
your back faced the headboard as you hovered above him, close enough for your arousal to dampen his lips like honey. your focus shifted downwards, his cock barely inches away from your face as you ran your fingers along the sensitive length—lithe and teasing.
the low groan that erupted from suguru's chest got muffled against your folds, his greedy tongue parting them with ease before dipping past and letting your aroma overwhelm his senses. once he caught a glimpse of your ass right above his face, his eyes rolled into the back of his skull—wishing nothing more than to sink his hands into your curves and pull you against his face so hard he'd suffocate.
because that's all he could do. wish. with his arms at his sides, trapped beneath your shins so you restricted his movements—every second made it harder for him to oblige. your warm breath lingered over his flushed cock, making it pulse with need as you finally wrapped your warm palm around it.
"just like that, sugu. sooo good," you praised once he found a steady rhythm. his tongue swirled inside your tight hole, working you open until the filthy slurps and squelches were all that was heard outside of your shared whimpers.
you leaned back further, granting him better access—which he took eagerly, mumbling sweet nothing's and thank you's into your cunt. if suguru could die like this; coated in your juices and nose deep into your pussy—he'd die a happy man; so one can only imagine the frenzy of raw ecstasy coursing through him once he felt your spit drip down his neglected cock.
you could not see it, but you could feel it. the way his pupils widened behind closed eyelids. though he was greatful enough for having that sweet cunt on his face, he was clinging on to any sliver of attention you'd spare him. utter bliss blooming in his chest once you began stroking him.
suguru's lips latched onto your tender clit, cheeks hollowing as he suckled on it, keeping a rhythmic, thrilling pace despite the hurried hunger shattering his mind.
your angelic moans were like music to his ears, only spurring him on to shove his face deeper—flick his tongue faster; wondering what else he could do to make you even louder. unable to stifle his own moans as you massaged his length, his sounds slowly turned into whines and whimpers once you upped your pace.
your grip tightens around suguru's pulsing cock, and it makes his imagination run wild. his hips buckle rhythmically with your hand as he pictures that perfect little pussy of yours wrapped around him, squeezing him like a vice. and fuck, he's getting close just thinking about it.
"mmnghh—please, give it to me. need to cum—need to feel you cum on my tongue," suguru's voice was ragged and unsteady, so desperate you could barely tell what he said.
"yeah? say that again for me, sugu." you wavered through the waves of pleasure, his enunciation only amplifying whatever bubbled in your core.
"please, fuck—please," you were taunting him.
"mmhm, you sound so pretty like this, baby." you couldn't help the rush of heat coursing through you after hearing the weakness in his tone, and in combination with his greedy tongue, it wasn't long before it pushed you over the edge.
your body moved without thought as you took the reins, shifting your weight to his face as you slid your pulsing cunt back and forth on his hot muscle. you shuddered involuntarily, melting into the pleasure—letting it overload your senses.
your focus faded, you became unable to keep up the pace as you stroked his messy cock, too lost within the euphoria dripping off his tongue. he didn't let up though. his hips rutted into your hand, feeling himself get closer to his orgasm with each intoxicating moan that fell off your lips; happily drowning in your heat as you carelessly soaked his mouth.
suguru could only moan as you rode his face, the distinctive vibrations of his sounds coming in direct contact with your weeping core and making your thighs tremble around his head.
the pressure in your abdomen threatens to cut through you at any second while suguru's tongue plunges and curls inside your hole. each messy flick sending tremors throughout your frame, hastly pushing you over to the edge.
your orgasm came crashing over you, sharp and intense. its waves slammed through you one by one, each drawing out your high while you grinded against his face.
suguru was completely lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the taste of you. his face was drenched in your arousal, tongue lapping at it as if he couldn't get enough, your composure almost breaking in the process.
he was drunk on you, his body taut and trembling with need beneath your figure.
you breathe through your nose, drawing out your last remaining strength as you unmounted suguru, swiftly settling over to his side. he let out a shaky whine once the heat of your cunt departed from his face, clinging on to the lingering taste of you that was left on his lips.
your attention centers on his length again, firm grip tightening around him as you languidly twist each stroke. his hips buckled into your touch, back arching against the mattress as he chased any sliver of friction the plug was giving him.
it was almost amusing to see how desperate suguru was. though freed from under you, his arms were still at his sides as if obeying your commands even now. his slender fingers dug into the sheets, scrambling for an ounce of control.
his head was thrown back into the pillows, adam's apple shifting in his throat as a low moan surfaced. you couldn't tear your gaze off of suguru, off of the obscene look on his face—his eyebrows tented, lavander eyes squeezed shut while a sheen of sweat illuminated his forehead. truly the definition of "fucked out."
no coherent words came off his lips, each sound resembling a choked out groan or whimper. he was close—so close when you pulled away. your soft hand brushing over his cock before lying it on his abdomen, achingly hard and pulsing.
"fuck, was—was so close, was about to cum—" suguru gasped through broken breaths and whines. his gaze turned to you, almost pleading in that manner, though his eyes were undeniably filled with lust.
"i'm sorry, suguru," you smiled falsely, caressing his cheek with the back of your fingers. he melted right into your tender touch, his eyes fluttering shut in defeat before you continued again. "i just thought you would've preferred to cum inside me…," his ears were definitely perked up by now. "though it's okay if you don't wa—"
you didn't get to finish before suguru cut you off. pleas and begs falling off his lips, pupils darkening with urgency and hunger.
"need to feel you, sweetheart, please—wanna feel that perfect cunt wrapped around me, need it," he whined, his weak voice somewhat resembling a four year old asking for sweets.
"yeah, you do?" your movements are liquid smooth as you climb in his lap to straddle suguru, and a sharp intake of air hissed past his teeth once he felt your soaked cunt ghost over his cock. "you're gonna be good for me, sugu?" you purred, looking directly into his eyes.
"haah—yeah, gonna be good—so good, please." you were aware that suguru could've just said anything to get you to continue, yet something told you there was no lie being told. maybe it was the desperate look in his eyes, maybe the way he said your name like both a prayer and a curse.
"i know you will," you whispered sweetly, making his heart race without a doubt. your hands were braced on each side of his head as you angled your hips better; taking your precious time before sinking onto his cock.
"oh god, mmphh—thank you," suguru moaned shamelessly, his eyes rolling back before you even took him halfway in. you couldn't help but giggle at how responsive he was—not that you didn't like it, you loved it, of course; but it made him feel all the more pathetic.
so you leaned in, catching his flushed lips in a kiss he did not hesitate to return. it was sweet, innocent even, all things considered. the sweetest deceit as you reached for his leash, softly unhooking it from the collar.
your palms slipped into his by the time you fully sheathed him in. his hands were lax, soft as they lay weakly on the mattress, as if you sucked all the strength out of his body.
"hands up, baby," you smiled into the kiss, leading his arms up to the headboard.
"mmh, what?" suguru mumbled, as if he wasn't ready to part from your lips yet.
"let's see just how good you are at following orders," you replied. the leather leash was still snug in your hand, unnoticed by suguru up until his hands were locked above his head. a flicker of excitement and uncertainty spread through his body, involuntarily tensing up as you wrapped the leash around his hands, tying them to the wooden headboard. the knot was tight, ensuring he couldn't break free too easily, but loose enough around his wrist in case he'd try to wiggle around.
"so mean to me, baby," suguru huffed, attempting to shift his lower half in search of friction—of anything, but to no avail.
"mmh, but you love me?" you teased.
"more than—fuck, more than anything," he panted, sweat already gathering at the top of his brow. the feeling of your warm pussy wrapped around him with no friction was torture.
the moment you finally move feels like the highest reward for suguru, who's painfully hard and pulsing for more inside of you. your hips roll against his, so slowly and deliberate that it almost cuts his breathing.
you try your hardest to push away how much it was affecting you. how good the burn of the stretch felt wrapped around his cock; so deep you could barely move.
soft moans fall past your lips as you push your pelvis forward, setting a pace so slow it lets you feel every ridge and vein of suguru's cock, the soft curve of it hitting every sensitive spot you so desperately needed attention to.
you feel so full, so stretched as you grind into him in lewd circles, obscene shlicks of wetness filling the room with every measured shift of your cunt. and it makes suguru crumble. his biceps flexing while he halfheartedly bares his strength against the leash binding him, looking at you through hung, tear-coated lashes.
"hnghh—fuck, yes," he cries out, voice fading into a downright filthy moan when you roll your hips in a particularly sharp grind. god, you want to ruin him.
"mmph, love it when you get so loud, baby," you purr, words coming out slurred and messy between stifled whimpers.
suguru's amethyst eyes fall heavy with embarrassment for a moment, a soft, rosy flush blooming over his cheeks before he realises the stimulation was simply getting too much. his entire body succumbing to erratic twitches and jolts.
"fuck, suguru, i didn't take you for such a slut." a blatant, unashamed grin spreads on your lips as you speak. your voice comes out airy, tone dripping with condescension as your head tips back in amusement.
"ahhngh—don't—fuckin' say that," suguru whines, gasping between broken breaths. his hands close into fists around the knotted leash, grasping it as if it was the only thing keeping him from having an out of body experience.
your sopping walls clench down on him harder, strangling his cock—sucking it in deeper as if your goal was to kill him; because that's what it felt like. as if he didn't even have control over his body when his hips jerked into yours from below. shivers spread throughout his frame while the warmth of a shimmering tear rolled down the side of his face. was it too much? was it too little? he didn't know.
"mmmh, why? it's true, isn't it?" you question, feeling your own composure ripping at the seams. your pace turns into something more punishing, raw need fueling every drag of your cunt against his hips.
"please, please—oh my god."
he's completly out of it.
"you gotta be more specific than that, baby," you breathed out, doing your best to keep your voice clear and steady through the quiet plaps of skin-to-skin. you couldn't resist not chasing that sweet, sensitive spot that made your spine arch, angling your hips until pleasure flooded your senses.
"please—let me touch you, need to feel you, sweetheart," suguru begged, his voice weak and breaking under the weight of shame. being mean to him was so fun.
"why should i?" you asked sweetly, though the way you grabbed his face was nothing but cruel. squishing his cheeks together and forcing him to look at you. the pout on his lips almost made you feel bad. "my poor, poor, suguru can't take it anymore?"
fuck.
he shakes his head frantically, his movements restricted by your delicate, yet unforgiving hand.
"is that it? you're gonna cum, baby?" a pitiful, choked sob escapes him—that's your answer.
suguru's cat ear headband is already crooked and discarded of by the time you plunge your fingers into his inky hair. his voice breaking into an obscene moan the second you push him further into the pillows.
your hips are slamming into his, cunt squelching and spluttering around him at a rhythmic, punishing pace—as if your sole purpose was to wear him out, milk him dry of all he's worth.
"can't take it—fuck, i can't—gonna cum, please—please, let me cum," suguru gasped. he was wrecked, your tight cunt squeezing every coherent thought out of his head.
as entertaining as it would've been to deprive him just a little while longer, you couldn't keep holding on either. the grip on his hair tightened more with every brutal drag of his cock, velvety walls spasming and begging for release.
"go on—fill me up, suguru. show me how bad you needed it," you crooned, chest tight as you felt your own orgasm approaching.
that's all he needed to hear, not wasting any time as he painted your insides white. his body was taut and shaking due to the force of release, cock pulsing in your warmth with every wave of overwhelming pleasure that coursed through him. the moan he let out was loud and ragged, a filthy sound that vibrated from deep within his chest, bouncing off the walls.
the feeling of suguru flooding your insides knocked you over the edge. your body stilled, unable to move once the wavering pressure of your orgasm enveloped you. your vision blurred as you slumped forward, helplessly letting each powerful wave of arousal wash through you.
a moment of pure bliss cradled your frayed minds. one in which your bodies melted into eachother, anchoring you to the present. keeping you from mentally wandering too far.
you could have stayed like this forever. though as reality started to seep back in, the reminder that suguru was still tied up also came with it. your limbs felt heavy as you reached to unhook the leash from around his wrists, which fell weakly once freed, swiftly finding their way around your waist.
suguru seemed to be on auto-pilot once you got up, his dark lashes splayed beautifully above his cheeks while his chest puffed softly with every breath; totally unaware of the way your mixed cum coated his glistening cock, trickling down his balls and dripping onto the mattress.
As a bisexual person I'm keenly aware of how such stereotypes are inevitably harmful to us, but unfortunately when I see bisexuals in fiction who are Evil and stylish and fuck like champions I can't help but go "oh work" for a sec. It's a difficult conundrum
Synopsis — Suguru awakes to Satoru crying in his sleep and together they reckon with an old wound.
wc — ~2700
tags — fluff and angst, idiots in love, making up, hurt/comfort, cuddling and snuggling
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Suguru had always been a light sleeper, unlike his boyfriend, who could probably sleep through a natural disaster happening right outside his window.
He felt Satoru rustling beside him and opened his eyes, all bleary and fuzzy. It was always like this. Satoru was restless in his sleep, never comfortable in one position for more than ten minutes, always wresting Suguru from his sleep.
He didn't mind, though. In fact, he'd grown endeared to moments like these, blinking his sleepy eyes open to find Satoru curled into some new configuration, arms and legs curled around himself. He always looked so soft like that, like nothing in the world could reach him. It still managed to pull at Suguru's heartstrings, all these years later.
He'd never tell him that, of course.
And so Suguru's weary eyes had already softened in anticipation of the sight when he finally looked at Satoru.
Instead, he found that the movement was the subtle shaking of Satoru's shoulders.
Confused, Suguru's gaze drifted up to Satoru's face, searching. His face was turned slightly away, but Suguru could still see it. His eyebrows were pinched together, his face tight. Tears caught in his lashes, weighing them down against his cheek.
Suguru jolted up in bed.
"Satoru?"
No response.
"Satoru, sweetie." He tried again, to no avail. He was completely still, aside from the rhythmic shake of his shoulders.
Was he still... asleep?
Suguru pressed his thumb gently to Satoru's cheek, brushing the tears away. At that, Satoru's eyes finally opened, slow and confused, like he was returning from somewhere far, far away.
"Suguru?" he whispered.
"Yes, sweetheart. It's me." Suguru kissed just below his eye, tasting salt on his lips. "It's just me."
And then Satoru's arms flew around Suguru, pulling him close to himself, desperate and tight.
"Bad dream?" Suguru asked.
"Yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?"
But Satoru was already weeping, face pressing into the curve of Suguru's neck, shoulders shaking for real now.
"Oh, honey." Suguru tried, his voice breaking. He ran his hand slowly up and down Satoru's back, back and forth, back and forth.
He hated this. He hated when Satoru cried.
"I'm so mad at you," Satoru managed, all garbled against Suguru's skin.
Suguru stilled.
"Oh, God. Please don't leave me. I'm sorry, Suguru, I'm so sorry." Satoru was hardly making any sense. "Just, please don't leave. Please."
"Sweetie, I'm not going anywhere—"
"I'll be better. I promise I'll be better, just..." He squeezed tight. "Please don't leave."
Suguru had to pull away from his death grip, had to grab Satoru by the shoulders and look at his face, really look, only to find himself at a complete and utter at a loss.
"Satoru, what are you sorry for? What are you talking about?"
"I'm sorry for upsetting you." His voice was so, so, small. "I just. Don't leave. Please."
"Satoru." Suguru said, firm but not harsh. Firm enough to finally get Satoru to breathe, to look Suguru in the eye. "Tell me what's going on."
Satoru's looked doubtful, afraid, like he wanted to shrink away.
He looked down. "You left me, 'Sugu. In my dream. Things were bad, really bad, and you just... left. Like it was nothing."
"Satoru, I'm not going anywhere," He tried to rationalize.
"It wasn't just a dream, though." Satoru bit back, voice suddenly sharp, angry. "It was a memory. That actually happened, Suguru. You did leave. Remember that?"
Suguru went quiet.
Because it was true. He had.
Back then he had been a wreck of a person. The world was shit and he knew he was drowning, couldn't tell up from down. He had had to muster the very last of his willpower to leave, because he couldn't bear to drag Satoru down with him.
Still, though, in the darkest corners of his mind, he couldn't regret leaving. Not fully, anyway. The thought of staying, of letting Satoru see the depths he had sunk to, fuck. The thought makes him sick. What if he never saw him the same again?
Because he remembered feeling like a mangy stray dog as he’d stood on Satoru's doorstep, finally returning the only place he’d ever belonged. He remembered that look on Satoru's face when he opened the door, the fraction of a second where his eyes blew wide, where he didn't quite recognize him.
And why should he?
The hair Suguru had grown out and meticulously maintained for as long as either of them could remember was gone, cut into a short and uneven mullet. Tattoos covered his arms and his chest, climbing up his throat, things he'd let strangers permanently ink onto his skin in dingy little parlors just because the needle was something to feel. It wasn’t uncommon for him, back then, to find piercings on his body that he couldn't even remember getting.
A body that looked like someone else had been living in it.
—And that was him all cleaned up. What would Satoru have thought of Suguru's rock bottom?
Satoru had looked at him for a long, long moment, before he stepped aside and let him inside.
Suguru still didn't know what to do with that. He probably never would.
So, yeah, Suguru wasn't sure if he would've done things differently. Perhaps Satoru might have grabbed his hand, helped Suguru get back on his feet, or maybe Suguru would have ruined Satoru too, shown him what a bleak world it really was.
He really couldn't be sure which was worse: what he'd done, or what Satoru might have seen if he'd stayed, what he might have become.
For this reason, his only true regret was the hurt he had left in his wake.
He had spent years since then trying to become someone who wouldn't leave, someone steadier, someone worth trusting. He wouldn't let it get bad again. And he had believed, stupidly, that showing up every day would eventually be enough. To show Satoru that he was better, that he could lean on him.
But it was clear to him now that he'd been holding onto this hurt for a long, long time. He must have kept it tucked neatly behind his ribcage where Suguru would never find it, taking and taking and taking from Satoru until there was nothing left.
He couldn't be angry. He had no right to be.
"I'm scared of upsetting you." Satoru's voice came again, talking so quiet it's a miracle that Suguru could hear him. "I never know when the wrong words are going to come out, and then you'll decide. That it's too much. That I'm too much." He exhaled. "I'm always waiting for it, Suguru, for the other shoe to drop. I'm always terrified."
Suguru knew he needed to speak, to say something, anything, but nothing seemed enough.
"You know I forgive you, right? I do, Suguru, I do." Satoru spoke again.
Suguru closed his eyes, squeezed them tight.
"I know," he sighed, finally speaking. "I know you have."
But that was the thing, wasn't it? He had always known. Satoru had never withheld his forgiveness, had never made him work for it or beg for it like he should have. He had accepted Suguru back into his life with open arms.
But underneath all that easy forgiveness, when things were too quiet, nothing to distract him, Satoru was terrified of the moment Suguru would just leave. It had happened once, why couldn't it happen again?
And so he made himself smaller. Even now, half asleep and wrecked from crying, he was trying to smooth things over, to make sure Suguru was okay, incase that was what it took for him to stay.
He had been forgiven. He had always been forgiven.
Tears brimmed at his own eyes now. He reached out and drew Satoru back in, not holding him as tight as he had before. No, this was much gentler, something tender. He tucked Satoru's head beneath his chin and held him there where he was safest, one hand burrowing into his hair.
Satoru's hair was a disaster at this hour. It always was. Snow white strands standing up every which way, tangled from hours of tossing and turning in his sleep. Suguru's fingers worked through the mess in an attempt to tame it, beginning the arduous process of separating each strand, and Satoru went very still beneath the attention.
"You know," Suguru said, into the dark, "Every morning I complain about you waking me up."
Satoru's voice was wary, unsure. "Because I do wake you up."
"You do," Suguru agreed. "Every night. Multiple times." His fingers kept moving, unhurried. "And every morning I tell you that I'm exhausted, that I'd give anything for one full, uninterrupted night's sleep."
"Is this supposed to be making me feel better?" Satoru mumbled.
"Sorry, sorry." Suguru couldn't help but chuckle a little. "It’s just that… I fear I haven't been entirely truthful with you about my bedtime habits."
Suguru could feel Satoru's expression morph into one of confusion.
"I mean, you do wake me up. That parts true. You are genuinely the most restless sleeper I have ever shared a bed with." He started, his voice becoming warm and fond.
"You've shared a bed with someone else?" Satoru whined.
"Hush, sweetheart," Suguru said, lips curling into a smile. "The thing is, though, that I don't mind it. I've never minded it. Not once."
Satoru didn't speak. Suguru felt him listening.
"Last week," he continued, his fingers pulling gently through a tangle near the ends of Satoru's hair, "You rolled over around two in the morning and somehow got both your arms around my waist and your knee directly in my ribs, and you just sighed. Like that was exactly where you'd been trying to get to, for some reason." He laughed softly. "I was awake for an hour after that. I didn't want to move. Even after being kneed in the ribs."
A small, shaky huff of laughter against his collarbone.
"And a few weeks ago, you ended up completely upside down. Your head was literally at the foot of the bed. I genuinely don't know how you managed it without waking yourself up, but you looked extraordinarily pleased about it." Suguru pressed his lips to the top of Satoru's head. "I watched you for a while, before stealing you back into my arms. I missed you too much."
"Suguru—"
"There was this one night," Suguru said, and his voice was all saccharine sweet, "Maybe a few months ago. You turned toward me in your sleep and you smiled. You just smiled. I mean, your eyes were closed, and you were like, dead asleep and you smiled at me." He stopped. His hand stilled for just a moment in Satoru's hair, reminiscing, before he resumed. "I didn't sleep again after that. I just watched you. I watched you for the rest of the night because I couldn’t stand to look away."
Satoru made a feeble sound against his chest.
"Every time you wake me up," Suguru said, "I open my eyes and there you are. Some new version of you I never know I needed to see until that very moment, and every time I can't help but think about how long i've been missing out." He presses a gentle kiss to the crown of Satoru's head.
"And every morning I complain about it because otherwise i'd give away my little secret." he let out a quiet breath. "I was embarrassed, I suppose. To want you as much as I do. To love you so ardently and completely." He brushed a lock of silky white hair out of Satoru's face, tucked it behind his ear.
"But that's the truth. It's like... let me put it this way. The sun rises twice in my world, Satoru. Once in the morning, same as everyone else. And once every time I open my eyes in the middle of the night and find you there by my side.
The room was very quiet.
Satoru hadn't moved in a little, and Suguru was starting to think he had fallen back asleep.
"You mean that?" Satoru asked, very softly.
"Every word."
"I wasn't..." His voice was so warm, so sleepy. "I wasn't expecting that."
"I know."
He kept his hand moving through Satoru's hair, slow and loving, feeling him begin to drift off. The tightness in his shoulders loosened, the hand he had fisted in Suguru's shirt relaxing into a palm resting flat against his chest.
"We need to talk," Suguru said quietly. "A real conversation. Tomorrow, when it's light." He felt Satoru begin to protest and pressed his lips to his hair. "Not now, sweetie. I need you to rest for me now. But tomorrow."
"'Kay." Satoru mumbled after a few beats and Suguru was sure he'd lost him to sleep.
"Good," he murmured back. "Go to sleep."
"I love you, Suguru. I love you to death." He managed in a hushed voice, but this time, he really was dead to the world.
"I love you too, baby," Suguru whispered back. "More than you could ever know."
Suguru watched as the crease in his brow smoothed out, his face going slack and soft and peaceful, the tear tracks still drying on his cheeks. He was breathing deep and even, and he looked, finally, like himself again. Like the version of him Suguru had been watching secretly for years.
Suguru stayed as still as he could and let him sleep.
He, unfortunately, did not have as much luck as Satoru had drifting off again. Satoru's weight was warm and solid against him, and Suguru kept one hand resting in his hair, holding him to himself. It should have been enough to knock him out, it usually was, but there was just too much clouding his mind.
The realizations came to him much too late, the way these things always did. All this time, Satoru had been afraid. Making himself easy, making himself agreeable and pliant for Suguru.
And even tonight, in the worst of it, he had stopped to make sure Suguru knew he was forgiven.
Suguru squeezed his eyes shut until his temples ached.
He thought about all the years he'd spent working on being better. Trying to mold himself into someone whose presence felt as solid as the ground beneath them. He had thought it was working, too.
But he understood now that it wasn't that simple. That Satoru could love him completely, could choose him every single day, and still carry this.
That knowledge broke his heart.
Suguru could apologize a million times over for what he had done in the past, for who he had been. Maybe he should. But Satoru already knew that he was sorry, of course he knew that. An apology, however many times it was given, could not wind back time, could not undo any damage.
So instead, Suguru would just have to continue to show him, double his efforts, even, in ensuring that Satoru knew just how precious he was to him.
He looked down at Satoru then, at the soft, snowy hair tangled in his fingers, at his peaceful, unguarded face, at the palm still resting open over his heart.
Suguru was never leaving him. He knew this in the same way he knew his own name.
He didn't think he could survive giving Satoru up again.
He'd stay through every bad dream and every ordinary day, through every version of this conversation they still needed to have, through every restless repositioning in the dark.
And he would make sure Satoru knew it. Not just tonight, not just in the soft and private hours when it was easy to say true things, but in the morning, and the morning after that, and every day until Satoru stopped waiting for him to leave.
"I love you too, baby," Suguru repeated to Satoru, and his heart nearly stopped when Satoru's lips curled into the faintest smile.
a/n: this story was inspired by an animation by anna laura art! She’s on pretty much every social, go check out her work :3
˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓟.𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ is your toxic ex who's now making your student life hell.
⤿ ꒰ satoru knew that his sweet girl couldn't last without him. he just had to make you realise that :: college au :: smut :: age gap ( 40s / 20s ) :: toxic dynamics :: kinda yandere behaviour :: dumbification :: p in v :: m.masturbation :: phone sex :: thigh riding :: rough sex :: degradation :: praise :: creampie :: overstimulation :: financial disparity :: mean!toru ꒱
♡ ₊˚‧ beta read by my pookie baby @aves1018 <3
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ was your scandalous little secret. all heaven smiles and devil eyes. blue. bright and brutal in the same way he carried himself. he was as charming as he was cunning. the right mix of taboo and terror that made your little heart flutter whenever he cast you a glance over his rimless glasses as he set your perfect-score down in your table. muttered a “that's my girl” to your ear when brushed by him to leave the class. spanked your thigh under that skimpy little skirt when no one was looking— but anyone could see.
being professor gojo's favourite was something dangerous. something fun, something frightening, and the infinity in between.
he took care of you. showered in you in spoils. took you back to his apartment after stressful hours and fucked you into his leather couch until you left pretty red scratches down his back. with the same nails that he paid to manicure. you were always seen. always praised. you lacked nothing when it came to being in his arms.
but you couldn't do it any longer.
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ was twice your age. in his forties with silvers slipping between his white strands. creases setting in the corners of his eyes. his tongue tasted like aged wine. his hands laced with experience you could only dream of. but with all the pros of dating an older man— came the deep, dreary insecurity.
insecurity that you wouldn't be enough. that you weren't permanent. that you were just a little taste but not the one that'll quench his thirst. really, what did a man with his qualification and achievements need from you other than something to pass the time?
and to top it all off? his possessiveness knew no bounds. it was quiet, not violent, but sharp. the kind of thing that left you paranoid whether you were toeing a line or not. he didn't approve of your friends. couldn't handle your classmates. hell— he failed the boy that sat next to you all semester just because you flashed him a smile.
so with all facts considered? you were gonna leave him. it was for the best rather than drag you both down a love that was doomed.
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ wasn't too bothered when you told him it was over. it was in the car. he saw it coming. knew you were reaching a limit. he still snapped at the waiter who dared to laugh at your little joke that was meant for him.
but sure. you wanna break away just because he loved you so much? not an issue. he could see the tears in your eyes. the tremble in your fingers as you took the bag that he bought you as he dropped you off at your dorm building.
no. he wasn't too bothered. why would he be? you'd always be his. and little miss daddy-issues-and-academic-insecurity needed his validation to function.
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ started in class. a week after you left him. your assignment was handed in with shaky hands rather than confidence. and he was more than happy to mark you down. why should he glance over your little mishaps anymore? you didn't need his special treatment. so, yeah, he didn't bat an eye as his hand sharply pressed your assignment sheet your desk as he passed. not even casting you a glance. looking on ahead as you crumbled at your B-.
“try harder next time. you're better than this.”
he said it so easily. as if he was always capable of seeing you as nothing in those cutting blues eyes.
it seemed to be a trend. he'd hand you back your assignments. they weren't what you expected. and when you slipped the spot of top ranked student in his quantum physics class?
well, he didn't bother looking up at you as you stood before his desk. hands gripping your newest assignment. almost hesitant to hand it in.
“how's that even possible?” you asked, soft.
“awww baby.” he only tilted his head. pinched his brows at the centre. looked at you with that soft look that was oh, so condescending now. “people change. you know that better than anyone, huh?”
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ knew that his validation meant everything to you. now you weren't his top student, weren't the object of his praise. no more mouthed “atta girl”s or treating you to your favourite restaurant after another stellar score.
you were struggling to get by. scraping to get back to your straight a's. to achieve even a hint of his favour.
you never did. it was a downhill spiral. and everyone knew what an asshole professor gojo could be. so of course no one batted an eye when he belittled you in class.
“guess I expected too much,” he'd sigh after calling out your marks for the last test. he didn't have to. but you knew what he did.
as he leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head. cutting that stare that you'd grown to flinch at over.
“so much for star student, huh? try better next time. know you can do it.”
he knew you could.
but knew you wouldn't. not now that you were spiralling.
not when you weren't his favourite girl anymore.
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ caught you outside at the steps that day. night time. you probably spent all afternoon in the library studying to make up for the embarrassment. for your sin of slipping in your grades. he knew you would. knew how you operated.
knew you'd be all teary as you walked down the steps with your hand tight on your book bag. trying to ignore him.
“awww baby. what's wrong? you crying?”
you didn't flinch when satoru caught up to you. when he cradled your face in that way he knew you loved to be comforted. bit back a grin as you resisted the urge to press your head into his palm and fall into his arms.
“oh c'mon. you crying over me? didn't say anything bad. you know how I operate.”
all low and gentle. in that voice he used when he used to tutor you and you just couldn't grasp what he was saying. like you were his silly girl. his sweet girl.
long fingers slipped around your jaw. gripped on your cheeks and squished them as he tilted your head up. towering over you but leaning over so that his white strands tickled your tears.
“don't look like that, princess.” he muttered. pressing a firm kiss into your lips and smearing your gloss. not tender, but taunting. not comforting, but still charming enough to have you whimpering and clinging to his shirt.
and as he pulled back, a grin split his lips still hovered over yours. half-hung lashes batting at your falling tears.
“just try harder next time, yeah?”
before he patted your cheek and you left you stranded on the stairs.
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ knew that you needed him in more ways than one. not only did he soothe that insecurity in your heart but he also sealed the hole in your wallet. and now? he knew you were struggling. you didn't order out as much. didn't have the luxury to. you walked back to the dorm. lifts must be costly. you sure as hell didn't have your nails done every other week. he missed the acrylics and blue you'd insist on. but hey— you made your bed.
didn't mean that he didn't feel sorry for you when he spotted you at your favourite cafe. probably ordering a tea like you did now. not your favourite sweet treat and hot chocolate.
yeah. it was pity. definitely not the need to remind you what you were missing— as he called to the barista from behind you. “get the lady a hot chocolate and a strawberry crepe, please?”
as he leaned over your stiffening form, arm grazing yours as he slid his black card over. murmuring a soft, “I've got you, sweetheart,” to your ear when the barista turned.
you let him sit with you that day. spoke to him properly for the first time in months. even if you couldn't hold his eye contact. even if you thanked him a hundred times and over.
while he gave you a gentle look, inwardly? he was grinning.
bingo.
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ knew he had you slowly wrapping around his finger again. that's why he had no shame when he leaned back in his couch that day. remembering your weight in his lap. swiping through his folder that he refused to delete. full of your pretty body, your slutty expressions and your messy thighs.
that's why he didn't feel bad as his hand wrapped around his hard dick that slapped back on his tummy, smearing some pre on his abs.
why he groaned your name without care as he squeezed in his angry tip. remembered the way you'd whine as he rubbed it on your little clit. how you'd cry out as he kissed it in your cervix.
fuck. he remembered how your thighs would quiver for him. how that smart mouth of yours would reduce to a babbling, stuttering, slutty whimper of his name as he ragdolled you on his cock.
his hand sped. his other swiping to your contact. you hadn't blocked him. it's your fault for the voice note you'd receive. of his harsh grunts and his rasped gasps accompanying that wet shlick shlick shlick.
of his voice, groaning your name low like it was both his sin and salvation.
“sweetheart, fuck. look at what you do to me— fuck. still work me up so fuckin' much even when you aren't mine. miss your pretty pussy. miss my sweet girl so soooo bad."
he'd whine. he remembered how much you like that. liked hearing him lose himself as he slammed all the way in and rutted as he frothed you up.
now? it was all over his hand. and he made sure the voice note heard just how much he wished it was in your sweet little cunt instead.
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ expected you to not answer him. but you still didn't block him. still didn't report him. you wouldn't. you loved him too much. loved the thought of him. did you think that while you touched yourself to his voice note?
he knew you did. knew you didn't get yourself that. knew you probably sat there playing with your cute clit and whining his name all pitifully as you tried so desperately to cum the way he'd make you squirt back then. back when you were his.
you know what else he expected? you to storm into his office and accuse him of marking you down purposefully. your mid term marks were sent out that morning. he made sure of it. made sure you'd have to face the man, your ex, who sent you a five minute long voice note of him fisting his big cock to you.
“such accusations, sweet girl.” satoru drawled, lazy, as he leaned his head on his hand and his elbow on the desk.
“if you think so, I'm not opposed to you sitting with me while I mark your next assignment. I've got the next stack set for this afternoon. wanna come confirm your claims?”
his brow arched. his diamond eyes invited you. his velvet voice dared you.
and you did. of course you did. he expected that too.
his fourth expectation? that you'd find your way in his lap. with that skirt he loved so much. with your thighs slotted over his knee and his hand cradling your ass while his other graded papers.
you were soaking through his pants. he could feel it. the same way he felt you tremble as he flipped to your assignment. squeezed your ass and bounced his knee to grind up on your cunt.
“those poor panties must be so drenched, huh pretty?” he crooned to your ear, squishing you down onto his bounces and grinds. enjoying your whimpers. your whines as your hands fisted on his shirt.
“look at that,” he pouted, dragging the edge aside of your panties aside so that your clit ground perfectly on the fabric of his pants. “such a slutty student. think this is gonna get you extra credit?”
swat! his fingertips came down in your clit. his leg bounced again to force your needier grinds.
he grinned. cruel and cold on your ear as the sharp strokes of his red pen sliced through the air.
“mm. you're gonna need it. my sweet girl's become a stupid girl in my absence.”
he laughed as you whipped around. as you looked over. saw your assignment littered in red.
and the worst thing is? as he unbuckled his belt and manhandled you over his thighs so your back faced his chest to give you a better look— as his cock slapped on your cunt and dwarfed your folds as he slid between them. as his tip rubbed on your clit in that same way that had you trembling—
you saw it.
saw that he wasn't marking you down in any way that you didn't deserve.
and as his cock plunged in and your back through in an arch. as he snatched your waist and bounced your little cunt on his cock that split you open and had you creaming in seconds. . .
he taunted you. squishing your thighs and biting on your ear. “poor girl. poor, stupid girl.”
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ wasn't even surprised when he got a call the next week. an internship at that institution you'd always prattle so excitedly about. poor you. you probably thought just because he had you in his lap and called you his sweet girl— just because you were his once upon a time, that he wouldn't give you a bad reference to the job of your dreams, huh?
poor, sweet, stupid girl.
he was beginning to like your tears. your eyes looked pretty when they were glossed and your lashes were all damp. as you blinked up at him after you burst into his office again. face blotched and hands clenched.
“how could you?” you croaked. “I— you know how important that is to me—”
“you were important to me too.”
“that's not the point! so what you sabotaged me because I broke up with you? what don't you get satoru? we can't do this! what kind of person would—”
you trembled so prettily when he stood. when shook his head with a sigh and slipped his glasses into his hair.
“sweetheart, sweetheart," he tutted, circling his desk and backing you into it once he got in front of you.
“you don't get it, do you?” there's that condescending tone again. the one he used because to him, you were just his dumb, naïve girl.
big hands came down on the edge of the desk that you pressed into. trapping you against the wood and his wickedness as he leaned over. towering you as always. face pressing closer. brows pinched and knitted upwards. face that mockery of sympathy.
“baby, sweetheart, my sweetest girl. here's the thing.” his lips brushed yours. you tensed. teary eyes wide and staring into his.
“I realised. I'm not a good person when it comes to you.”
velvet and diamond. smooth and cutting. like it was simple fact. a set fate.
his head crooked. glasses slipping down his nose and brutal blues pinning you from over the rim.
“y'know. if you come back to me, you wouldn't have to worry about all this. . .”
his sly fingers brushed your hair back. a kiss pressed to your temple.
“I'd take care of you.”
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ knew you were on the brink. knew it wouldn't take long before you were in his arms again. he just had to wait. even when his fingers ached for your skin. when his lips burned for yours. when his palms itched to just grab you by the waist and drag you back to him cause you were such a stubborn girl.
but he'd wait. wait for you to make the decision. wait for you to realise that you were always his and he was the best you ever had.
so you could imagine his grin when you stayed back after class. when you stood in front of his desk with your eyes batting at him. hesitant. shaky. when you asked him for extra credit in his class that you were now borderline failing. but most of all, when you offered your pretty body to him without him even uttering a word.
this is what he meant. what he waiting for. for you to make the moves. to miss him. to want him.
he fucked you into your dorm bed that night. with your face shoved down and your fingers clinging to your pillow. ass clapping and brushing with his brutal thrusts that smacked his heavy balls on your folds. cock splitting you open and spilling your creamy mess all over the wrinkled sheets.
his hand in your hair. his voice rough in your ear.
“like that, sweetheart? want it like that?” he grinned, feral and cruel as you mewled when he angled right. shoved into a sweetspot and ground so filthily until your eyes rolled back as you drooled his name into the pillow.
“missed how I fucked you— right here?”
“r-right there! please!”
“uhuh? righhhttt here?”
he drawled. hand smacking down on your ass and leaving a sting, before he reached around. pinching and pulling on your spasming clit. as he slammed! all the way in. jamming his hips with yours and rutting on your messy, creaming folds. so a lewd, clickclickclick muffled from your overly-stuffed cunt.
“fuck—” satoru rasped. eyes wild and dilated as his fingers bunched your hair tighter. shoved your face further into the pillow. “take it. take this cock like you were born to. like this slutty cunt missed it.”
he missed your squirts. missed your sobs. missed the way your hand tried to scramble back and grip on his hair as he pummelled your pussy all raw and rough into the ruined sheets.
his eyes fluttered back as you squeezed him again. as you struggled on his name and squirmed beneath him.
“s-sato— sat— hngh.”
“say it, sweetheart.” he grit, twisting your head up. slamming his hips faster. bouncing your body on the bed and slamming the headboard into the wall. making your cunt all puffy and his cock all creamy in your cum.
“say my name. say you missed it. tell me whose pussy this is.”
“satoru— toru! toru torruuuu.”
“and don't you ever—” he whined, cock plunging deep as the knot within him snapped. as he frothed him up the way he's been missing. lashes fluttering and eyes rolling back. a filthy, wet, thrust smacked on your bruising ass emphasised every word.
“— ever. fucking. forget it.”
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ thought you would have came back to him after that, but he guessed you were more stubborn than he gave you credit for. that's fine. you just needed one more push. one more and then you'd be back where you finally belonged: in his arms.
so, yeah. he was responsibly fucking pissed when he saw you chatting up the campus fuckboy. hell— when he heard rumours that you two were a thing.
but he calmed himself down. enough to not snatch you by the wrist in the hallway and shove you into a wall. kiss you until your knees trembled. shoved his tongue into your mouth for all to see until he lost his job. that what you wanted? wanted him to be ruined for you?
calmed himself down enough to wait until the day ended. so he could back you into an empty corridor's corner. his hand on your jaw. tilting your face up. so that you could stare into the eyes of the man who had you squirting all over his cock just a few weeks ago. the man who was always yours no matter how much you tried to admit otherwise.
“you know he's not me, right?” he spoke, that nonchalance breaking for the first time in these wretched months you've been apart from him.
he leaned close. didn't kiss you. not your lips, but your temple. as he stared you down. cold. calloused. a warning cracked in those brutal blues.
“he'll never treat you like me. never know how to handle a sweetheart like you.”
his voice shook. breath thinned.
and for the first time since you left him, satoru shattered.
not pitifully, not pathetically, not violently nor catastrophically—
but sharp. and soft. and the kind of breathlessly that made you think his lungs were giving out— as he slumped over you. free hand trembling on the wall right beside your head. still holding your face. cradling it now.
“guys your age won't treat you like I do baby. not like you deserve.”
his thumb brushed your lower lip. he whispered. raw and wrecked.
“won't love you like I do. I love you sweetheart. I fucking love you. don't leave me here.”
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ really underestimated your stubbornness. your resolve. he was almost proud when you shoved him off and he let you go. when you walked away from him.
fine. he just had to wait a little longer. a little longer and you'd come back to him.
next week. a friday night. a phone call.
he didn't blink when he saw your name. when he answered. when he heard your soft, choked sob.
his voice melted into tenderness. soothed your cries. asked you where you were. came and picked you up, because he always would. you'd always be his sweet girl, after all.
satoru warned you about that guy. so he wasn't surprised when he pulled up to the street that you were dropped off on. in the middle of the night. cold and alone. all teary eyes and trembling knees. wasn't surprised when you scrambled into his car and clung to the jacket he gave you.
he listened. as he always did. listened as you cried and ranted and raved about how that guy broke your heart several times tonight. then kicked you out of his car and left you stranded. like you were nothing.
he took you into his arms. as he always did. took you into his arms after he cradled you into his apartment. held you close as you clung to him. hiccuping into his chest and sobbing into his shirt. apologising, crying, apologising, sobbing.
apologising.
begging.
“ssshhh I've got you sweet girl.” strong arms looped you closer. cradled you in that protective warmth with one hand cupping the back of your head and the other one your hip. as he hushed your cries. assured you. squeezed your hip and whispered so tenderly.
“I've got you no sweetheart. not gonna let you go again, okay? I promise baby.”
˖ ࣪꒰ PROFESSOR SATORU ꒱ ˙˖ who cradled your head closer and pressed his lips to the top of your head.
who held your close. who promised to never let you go.
who slipped his phone out of his pocket and held it up behind your head. still cradled by his other, big hand. with his soft kiss still on your hair.
his thumb slid across the screen.
transaction completed.
the final half paid to that bum of a guy you insisted on. who broke your heart for some cash. funny how a little bit of money was all you needed to have your way.
and as satoru held your close. with his arms snuggling you to his chest, and his eyes finally fluttering shut. he relished.
because yeah. you're finally back into his arms. just needed a little nudge.
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