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When Satoru stripped him naked and forced him to his knees while yammering about how bad of a tutor Suguru was, and how he was to blame for Satoru’s latest zero on his class assignment, Suguru’s first thought had been: Well, perhaps you could have scored a little better if you didn’t spend so much of your time ogling at my ass.
Because Satoru’s a little brat, isn’t he? He’s a spoilt young brat who comes from a rich family with the kind of wealth and money Suguru will never see in this lifetime, as unbearably charming and handsome as the boy is. Naturally, Satoru’s overbearing parents have high hopes for their only son and heir, and hired the best of the best to tutor Satoru so that he may, one day, follow in their—rather large footsteps—of inheriting their multi-conglomerate empire. And Geto Suguru’s the absolute best of the best: with two master’s degrees under his belt, and a proven track record of transforming his students’ Fs into straight As.
But Satoru’s going to be the first one to break his streak, all because he can’t quit checking his teacher’s ass out.
Suguru wants to protest, but the dick in his mouth keeps his mouth full—more than full, actually, almost slipping out from how monstrously big and heavy it is, keeping Suguru’s mouth rather preoccupied. Luckily for Satoru, Suguru’s older and has developed a throat that’s well-trained enough for this. He hollows his cheeks and takes Satoru’s entire length to the hilt of his throat without a single complaint, even if the considerable girth still has Suguru choking just slightly. Impressive, Suguru thinks. He always knew Satoru would be big, he just didn’t know the extent of it.
“Oh, yeah, baby, you suck cock so well, you’re the first one to be able to swallow my entire cock,” Satoru groans, as he tightly yanks at Suguru’s head of hair and forces him to take him deeper with every impatient upward thrust into his mouth. “You’re so scared of losing this job, huh? I only had to ask to fuck you once in exchange for not telling my father and you immediately dropped to your knees. Why’s such a pretty slut like you only a home tutor? You could be making bank sucking dick.”
These aren’t words that Suguru hasn’t heard before. Oh, he’s beautiful, his voice is so lovely, his mouth and ass are so tight and he could ride dick for hours. But somehow, hearing it from the mouth of the sixteen-year-old boy he’s been diligently tutoring all these months is making Suguru feel... a little embarrassed.
Because yes, Satoru’s been fantasising about fucking his teacher ever since Suguru first walked into his mansion—he’d clocked it their very first session—but Suguru would be lying if he said he hasn’t fantasised about Satoru in the very same ways, when he’s all curled up in bed at night looking for material to get himself off. Somehow, he’d always go back to those same pair of cerulean blue eyes. That cocky head of white hair. Satoru’s rude and obnoxiously loud mouth.
He knew his dick would be big. He fucking dreamt of it.
Suguru would moan Satoru’s name over and over again as he stroked himself, revering him as though he were a god, pretending it was Satoru’s big cock spearing inside of him instead of his monster-sized dildo as a shabby replacement. He’d cum so hard into his hands, and then post-nut clarity would hit, and Suguru would feel fucking ashamed he’d just gotten off to a kid he’d been teaching and should be protecting, instead of wishing he could be fucked hard by.
But like hell Satoru thought the same way for him.
The gleeful delight that shines from Satoru’s ocean-blue eyes—as Suguru’s head continuously bobs on his dick—makes him look almost insane. He’s a monster, this one. He’s a monstrous brat who has finally gotten his hands on the thing he most wanted, and he’s never going to let Suguru out of his grasp now. Fat chance. Sucking his dick isn’t going to be enough. He’s going to utterly defile Suguru and ruin him for anyone else. He doesn’t know how many other men Suguru must have had by now at his ripe age of twenty-seven, but Satoru’s going to pull out all the stops to make sure he’s the last.
When Satoru finally has enough of Suguru’s mouth and pulls him off his glistening wet dick, the sudden feeling of loss and resulting emptiness in Suguru’s mouth elicits a soft whine from him. Wait... Fuck. Did that slip out unconsciously? Suguru’s so embarrassed. He liked sucking Satoru’s cock a little too much—it made him feel full, in ways he’d never experienced before. And it made him fucking horny, deepthroating the boy’s cock, imagining this exact shape and length finally fucking his sloppy wet hole.
Suguru averts his gaze, hoping Satoru won’t notice. However, the brat not only noticed but revels in the power Suguru affords him: with his kittenish whining, the light blush currently gracing Suguru’s cheeks, and Suguru’s own growing erection in between his meaty thighs. Suguru was his whore, with a natural affinity for taking his cock.
“You liked that, huh? You liked sucking my cock that much?” Satoru notes with a smug chuckle, his dick still proudly standing before him. He moves from side to side while palming the head of his cock, using the tip to playfully slap against Suguru’s cum-stained cheeks. “Don’t look so sad, sensei. You must have fantasised about this, huh? How many times have you dreamt of taking my cock? Is it as much as me? You know that I jerk off after every one of our tutoring sessions, right? I touch the places you’ve touched and fuck my dick into the bathroom towels you’ve used. Tell me, Suguru-san. Do you go home and play with your hole while thinking of me?”
…Fuck, Suguru got caught. How had Satoru seen right through him?!
“Nn…” He refuses to answer out of sheer mortification, and keeps his eyes peeled to the floor. Satoru doesn’t like that though. Extending his fingers to grip at Suguru’s jaw, Satoru uses his thumb to apply pressure onto Suguru’s reddened and bruised lower lip as he angles his head back up. For a second, he’s captivated by the utterly lewd sight before him: with traces of precum decorating Suguru’s mouth rather prettily, and a few droplets elegantly nestled into the long strands of his hair.
He shakes off his daze a second after, however, and quickly pats the vacant spot next to him on his expansive king-sized bed.
“Get on the bed, baby, it’s time for me to fuck you now,” Satoru hums. “Let me fuck you good, and all is forgiven, alright? I won’t tell my dad, you’ll get to keep your job, and all will be well.”
Suguru’s voice left him in a soft and broken whisper, doing his best to preserve the last bit of—whatever semblance of morality he thinks he still has in him, “You won’t do this to me again?”
“Haahaa,” shrewd laughter slips from Satoru before he can even muster a response. However, he quickly composes himself and half-heartedly attempts a serious answer, even if it comes out as a lazy: “Sure.”
It’s evident that he has no intention whatsoever of following through on such a thing. But Suguru still finds it necessary to ask, because this thing—whatever this was—transpiring between them can only be a one-time occurrence... Right?
Once Suguru positions himself on all fours on the bed, Satoru doesn’t even allow him a moment to catch his breath before his eager hands are immediately grabbing onto and parting those firm buttocks of his, eagerly inspecting Suguru’s slutty hole.
“Haa… It opens right up,” Satoru frowns, angrily jabbing at Suguru’s entrance with his fingers with much displeasure. “How many other men have you been fucking on the side? Fucking whore.”
“I haven’t—” Suguru tries to assert, while wondering if he went overboard with his favourite dildo last night; but in Satoru’s anger, he’s already grabbing his own cock and urgently pressing it against Suguru’s rim. Fuck him. Satoru’s already going in?! Suguru’s barely prepped! “Gojo-kun—no, Gojo-sama, wait!”
But since when has Satoru waited for anyone? He does as he pleases, and what he really wants is his cock in Suguru now.
He snaps his hips forward, slamming his dick right into the deepest spots inside of his sexy tutor. Suguru’s knees almost give away from the sheer force of it all; he can already feel Satoru’s bruising grip on his ass start to leave crimson red handprint marks on his milky skin.
“Shit, so fucking tight,” Satoru curses aloud, as he feels Suguru’s muscles stubbornly fighting him, clenching all around his dick and making him feel so good to the point he was seeing stars. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. I didn’t think it’d be so good. Ohhh fuck.”
Satoru’s so vocal in his praises, and Suguru’s lapping it all up.
He wonders if it lives up to every bit of Satoru’s fantasies…
Suguru’s thoughts don’t dwell on that for long though, for in the next moment Satoru’s hands are finding their way into his hair and tugging them back once more, causing Suguru to arch his back in a manner that allowed Satoru’s dick to penetrate even deeper inside of him. Suguru’s... not even sure how that’s humanly possible at this point.
“Oh, yes, fuck yes,” Satoru loudly groans over and over again, thrusting forward and then back with such urgency and fervour that only a horny sixteen-year-old boy could accomplish. He manhandles Suguru without a care in the world, yanking him back and forth experimentally like a doll until his dick was being squeezed by all of the right muscles to achieve the maximum pleasure for himself. “Ohhh Suguru-san. You’re acting like such a slut, how do you expect me to do this only once? You’re tighter than any sex toy, any common whore I can find on the streets. You’re going to be my exclusive whore from now on, you understand? I’m not letting you go. I’d be a fucking idiot if I ever let you go.”
Frankly… Suguru thinks he’d like that very much. He had never been fucked so well. Suguru would hate to let this go either, not that he’d ever admit that to Satoru himself. With his eyes fluttered shut, soft moans of ecstasy continuously spilled out of his mouth; although he made sure to muffle them by covering his mouth with his hands, too ashamed to openly display how much he was enjoying Satoru’s manhandling of him.
Satoru, however, didn’t like that. He grabs Suguru’s hair and pulls him back until his lips hovering right above Suguru’s ear, harshly commanding of him, “No covering your mouth. You better fucking moan my name, Suguru.”
Suguru hates acknowledging it, but everytime Satoru so much as raises his voice at him, his dick twitches in arousal. Satoru’s natural aggression and rough demeanour turns him on so bad. He loves how Satoru fucks him like he hates him.
“Hey, did you hear me?” Satoru growls out, his thrusting becoming more hurried, his fucking becoming more rough, more desperate. Suguru can tell he’s close. “I know you can do better than that. I want you to shout my name while I make you cum on my cock, Suguru. You better fucking do this for me, or I’m making sure you lose your job.”
Beyond just losing his job, being blacklisted by the Gojos would cast a dark stain on Suguru’s record, and threaten his only livelihood.
Satoru was so mean!
“Gojo-sama…” Suguru lamely attempts at first, hoping this will appease him.
Satoru bucks his hips forward, angling deeply into him, “I said my name!”
A tear or two trickles down Suguru’s face as he pathetically cries out, “Satoru!”
Guttural groans from Satoru’s lips fill Suguru’s ear, as Satoru thrusts right into his climax, chanting his sweet sensei’s name over again and again as he does so: “SuguruSuguruSuguru”. Suguru himself cums at the very impact, his limbs turning to jelly as Satoru’s hands dig painfully into his waist, the both of them riding out the intensity of their very mind-blowing orgasms.
As they pause to slowly catch their breaths, like clockwork, Suguru’s head clears up, dispelling the hazy—horny—fog that had clouded him the minute Satoru asked him to get on his knees.
…Oh no. What had he done?
Suguru scrambles to his knees, hoping to get off the bed to dress himself and leave as quickly as he can. Although, he’d been fucked so good and silly, that he’s moving slower and less hurried than he should really be, trying to find the strength in him again to get the hell out of here.
Satoru sees him trying to make a move, and immediately puts a stop to it.
Reaching his arm over, he grabs hold of Suguru’s thin wrist, and arrogantly asks of him: “Where do you think you’re going?”
Suguru can’t even meet his gaze. “It’s been over an hour, so the tutoring session is over. I thought I should go…”
“You’re not leaving until I say so,” Satoru tells him, to which Suguru concedes immediately.
Suguru purses his lip. “Okay,” he says, still feeling very naked and exposed underneath Satoru’s gaze. Apprehensively, he asks, “Can I at least get dressed? It’s cold…”
“Fine,” Satoru says. He may be foul-mouthed, but he’s not heartless. “You don’t have to stay long. I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be picking you up tomorrow at seven.”
Suguru’s heart leaps to his throat. “At seven?” he echoes, because—this can’t be—is Gojo Satoru taking him out on an official date?
He chastises himself a second later for even assuming as such, but—that’s what it sounds like, isn’t it? It has to be one.
Is his student… actually courting him?
“I have to attend some stupid social event my dad’s making me go to, and I need a date,” Satoru covers his hand with his face rather exasperatedly, grumbling. “You’re perfect in my dad’s books, so you’ll do.”
Suguru’s not sure why he feels so disappointed to hear he’s just a convenient option. “Alright,” he answers, swallowing tight.
As if picking up on Suguru’s disappointment, Satoru casts another look his way and hesitantly admits, “Well, that, and I genuinely want to see you, too. It would be nice to spend some time with you beyond the confines of my bedroom, for a change.”
Suguru attempts to calm his racing heart. Satoru can’t possibly be hinting at beginning an actual relationship with him, outside the boundaries of their tutor-student dynamic, right?
“Gojo-kun,” Suguru begins softly, calling him in the same manner that he does whenever he’s attempting to coax him into something. “This… Whatever happened earlier between us, was just a one-time thing, right?”
Satoru’s lips curl into that big obnoxious grin of his again, the one that makes him so devilishly handsome and exasperating to Suguru all at once.
“Sure,” he coolly says, even if his tone smugly suggests otherwise. He runs his fingers through his hair, while wearing a cocky smile that knows his dick is just as big as his ego. “It won’t happen again.”
“Okay,” Suguru responds, though a small, quiet part of him—one that he’s determined to hide away—knows he’d very much like the opposite. “Good.”
“Whatever you want,” Satoru hums. “If Suguru-san doesn’t want it to happen again, then it won’t happen again.”
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So why is it that five hours before his scheduled pick-up time, Suguru unexpectedly receives a special delivery of—not one, but three impeccably tailored suits for him to choose from, crafted to his precise measurements—and, accompanying this surprise, is an intriguing pink box adorned with a neatly tied ribbon, emanating a captivating scent of sweet and sensual perfume...?
One look at it, and Suguru thinks: Oh, this has to be lingerie.
And it is. It is lingerie. It’s exorbitantly-priced lingerie that’s sheer, made of delicate lace, and secured by strings and ribbons; the ensemble being a matching bralette and thong set.
What makes it worse is that, upon unwrapping this gift of lingerie, there appears to be an even smaller box inside—which Suguru is mortified to learn contains an egg vibrator, in the most vivid shade of hot pink.
Suguru picks up his phone, and fires off a panicked text to his student.
I’m not wearing any of this. Or putting that… thing up my butt.
Satoru’s response is quick, arriving within seconds. Suguru can almost hear the smugness in his tone as he reads Satoru’s message: Then I’ll just tell my father you raped me.
Suguru hurriedly counters with another text. I—What? I did nothing of that sort! Satoru, it was you who forced yourself upon me!
Yeah sure, Satoru lazily texts back. I’m sure the judge will see it that way. BTW, did you know that the presiding judge in Tokyo is my dad’s BFF?
Suguru knows there’s no winning this. Glancing back at the set of lingerie and vibrator in dismay, he knows that he has no other choice.
Truly, his life has gone downhill ever since he agreed to take on the job of tutoring Gojo Satoru. While the unbelievable pay rate initially lured him in, tutoring Gojo Satoru has turned out to be the greatest mistake of his life.
Helplessly, he texts Satoru: I thought you said it wouldn’t happen again…
Suguru can almost hear Satoru’s laughter when his reply comes: Well, I lied.
And then one last follow-up text: And, you’re a slut. You’ll enjoy it anyway.
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Suguru’s suit was tailored a little too well. He didn’t even know how Satoru managed to guess his measurements. It cinched at his waist, hugged the well-built frame of his body, and showed off the delectable curve of his ass. Beneath it all, the delicate lace fabric of his lingerie uncomfortably grazed his nipples, despite being crafted from high-quality silk. Initially, Suguru had also done his long hair up into a high, elegant bun; but upon meeting Satoru at the entrance doors, the brat seemingly hadn’t enjoyed his look and promptly loosened Suguru’s hair tie, allowing for his luscious locks of hair to cascade down to his bum instead.
“I want your hair down tonight,” Satoru tells him, confiscating his hair tie. “It certainly feels like a night to let loose, doesn’t it?”
Suguru… can’t bring himself to agree. He’d spent a good hour trying to comfortably plant the egg vibrator up his ass, and now that it was nestled securely inside of him, Suguru was very much aware of its every movement; he couldn’t possibly enjoy the party like this. Plus, it hadn’t escaped Suguru’s notice that the controller was absent from the box. He’s pretty sure Satoru has it with him.
“Gojo-kun,” Suguru begins softly, trying to appeal to the humane side of the boy. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Satoru blinks twice, as though he hadn’t quite expected the question. He makes a quick recovery though, stepping forward to quickly close the distance between them, just so he can whisper teasingly into Suguru’s ear: “Because I like you so much, Suguru-san. I like you so much, I want to do all the cruel things in the world to you. You’ll let me, won’t you?”
It’s sickening, the way Suguru’s heart races and the unsettling thrill that courses through him as Satoru speaks to him in such a brazen, downright disrespectful manner. He can’t deny that Satoru looks exceptionally handsome tonight, dressed in a dark double-breasted suit and donning stylish shades that barely conceal the manic blue of his eyes. When Satoru stands before him like this, he can even see that Satoru’s just a tad bit taller, even at the age of sixteen, already surpassing Suguru’s height. He can’t imagine the giant Satoru will become once he actually reaches Suguru’s age.
Suguru doesn’t respond to Satoru’s impudently asked question. Instead, he avoids his burning gaze and strategically suggests, “Let’s go meet your father.” At least with Satoru’s father around, perhaps Suguru wouldn’t be subject to Satoru’s bad behaviour. Considering the size of the party and the large crowd in attendance, if Satoru decides to try anything funny, won’t it reflect badly on the Gojos?
Satoru rolls his eyes, not looking forward to meeting the father in question, but knowing that it’s a necessary part of the event. He’ll need to show his face, before he can fuck off as soon as he can—with Suguru in tow—right after.
Hastening his steps, Satoru swiftly disappears into the crowded masses ahead. Suguru tries to catch up, but the young master’s long legs carry him across the room faster than Suguru can keep up with. As he pushes through the people, Suguru quickly collides with a hard chest.
Horrified at the possibility of offending a big VIP, Suguru lets out a hurried, “I deeply apologise.”
The familiar, low baritone of a voice that greets him brings him a tremendous sense of relief.
“Hey, it’s all good,” his former classmate—Nanami Kento—assures him, taking hold of both of his shoulders to help steady him on his feet. “You’re here too, Geto-san?”
Finally, someone around here he can let his guard down with!
Decked out rather smartly in his signature grey suits, Nanami’s always easy on the eyes.
“Yeah, I, uh, I’m accompanying someone,” Suguru says, wondering how to put it across delicately.
Nanami’s brow raises. “Like, a date?”
“Uh,” Suguru doesn’t want to admit to that! “Like a… chaperone?”
“Oh, that’s right,” Nanami says. “Last I heard, you were tutoring all the big shots, right? The filthy rich heirs and heiresses. What’s your latest assignment?”
“Gojo,” is the only word Suguru manages to utter before he experiences a sudden, intense vibration in his ass, jolting him to the point where he’s doubling over in shock and agony. His voice, when it escapes him, is strained, reduced to just a small whimper, “G-Gojo… Satoru…”
From where he’s standing, he can’t see where Satoru’s currently at, but he’s certain he’s across the room by now, observing him from some dark corner with that maniac grin on his face, as he pushes all of Suguru’s buttons—both metaphorically and literally.
“Ah… Ah, ah…” Fuck, Suguru’s so sensitive. The rough fucking from yesterday certainly did a number on him; he’d been too tired to moisturise his hole and provide it any sort of after-care, and now he was sorely paying the price. His tender hole ached and throbbed with every buzzing vibration the egg sent flowing through him. “Ah, ah!”
Nanami drops to his knees, quickly rushing to Suguru’s aid. “Hey, hey, Geto! Are you alright? What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”
This is payback. This definitely has to be payback. The closer Nanami gets to him, his touches gently drifting across Suguru’s arm, his face only inches away from Suguru’s—the harsher the vibrations get, the more Satoru ramps up the pulsating movements of the egg inside of him.
Suguru’s so sore! But the worst part is how fucking horny he’s getting just by having a vibrator massage all of his sweetest, most sensitive spots. In public too, where the absolute thrill of being discovered—is both tormenting, and exciting. Is…Satoru right? Is Suguru really such a slut? If his pants had been any tighter, his growing erection would definitely show by now.
Oh, this brat. Just wait till Suguru gets his hands on him…!
Instead, Suguru chooses to fight fire with fire. If Satoru can have his fun torturing Suguru from a distance, then Suguru can very well do the same.
Slowly tilting his head back up, Suguru meets Nanami’s gaze with a rather intentional doe-eyed look, and a cute, wobbly lip. His hands tenderly grasp Nanami’s arm, not so accidentally squeezing his huge bicep.
“I don’t feel too good,” Suguru softly whines up to him, already feeling a piercing gaze on his back. “Can you help me? Maybe I just need to get out of here.”
“O…Oh,” Nanami answers, as if he’s been caught in a daze. He quickly shakes it off though, making an effort to conceal his blush. “Of course. I’ll take you somewhere else where you can recover.”
As Nanami wraps his arm around Suguru’s shoulders to gently help him up, the hellish vibrations between Suguru’s legs suddenly cease. Huh. Suguru hadn’t been expecting that. Had Satoru changed his mind to continue his torment of Suguru, after all?
But just then—a firm and furious slap strikes against Nanami’s arm, as Satoru barges in rather uninvitedly to shove the entire man away.
“Get off him, you fucking loser,” Satoru angrily spits, as he protectively draws Suguru back into his arms. Seething with fury, he appeared on the verge of bursting with rage. They were beginning to cause a scene, with how loud and aggressive Satoru was acting. Onlookers couldn’t help but turn their attention toward the trio, with whispers of curiosity circulating among the growing crowd. “Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t have the right to touch my Suguru.”
Perplexed, Nanami responds with a gentle, “We’re old friends. I was just helping him out. Who are you to Geto?” It only took him a second to register the distinctive white hair and blue eyes. “Oh, you’re a Gojo. So you’re the latest assignment.”
For reasons unbeknownst to Suguru, Satoru absolutely goes ballistic. “What assignment? What are you insinuating? I‘m not just a damn assignment. I’m much more than that. I—” He sends a fleeting glance back at Suguru, as if suddenly remembering his presence. As if he’s afraid to divulge any more of his honest feelings. Nevertheless, Satoru continues with a spiteful, “If I ever catch you near Suguru again, you’ll be sorry.”
Suguru is bewildered, to say the least. He hadn’t anticipated such a violent reaction from Satoru, in response to him cosying up to his former classmate. Did… Satoru mean it when he said he liked Suguru, after all? It hadn’t just been teasing, or sweet words of flattery to get Suguru into his bed?
Just how deep did Satoru’s feelings for him run?
Uncharacteristically lowering his tone, Satoru leads Suguru away in a possessive embrace, and quietly tells him, “Come on. I’ll take you someplace safe.”
Acting as if Suguru was really sheep that needed saving.
Suguru’s tempted to protest and tell Satoru to stop, that Suguru’s nothing more than his tutor, and that Satoru’s overtly possessive display was completely unnecessary, and frankly, over-the-top, but—a part of him cannot deny that he didn’t enjoy it. Enjoy witnessing Satoru’s intense jealousy, his eagerness to stake his claim on him, and his anger at anyone else daring to touch what he perceives to be his.
Suguru hadn’t felt this wanted in a long time.
Especially not by a handsome little brat, the likes of Satoru.
Fine, he thinks, as he nuzzles his head closer into Satoru’s chest. Do whatever the hell you want with me.
I’ve always liked you anyway.
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They find an unoccupied room down the hallway to spend the remainder of the party in, away from prying eyes.
Seated on Satoru’s lap, with his back lined against Satoru’s chest, his suit long discarded and lying on the floor—Suguru’s a vulgar sight to behold, dressed in nothing but a lacy pink bralette and thong, the thin strings riding up in between his buttcheeks and rubbing uncomfortably against the ceaselessly vibrating egg.
“Ah… Ah! Satoru, Satoru…!” Suguru cries out, as the boy’s hands greedily slip underneath his bralette to fondle his cute brown nubs.
This time, Satoru seems determined to savour him to the fullest. He leans his head forward, and angles it such that his tongue can reach Suguru’s fully erect nipples. Satoru’s mouth latches onto his lean breast, sucking and slurping on his nip like he’s hell-bent on drawing non-existent milk.
His other hand, free to do what it likes, excitedly pinches and twists the other untouched nip, doing it with such force it almost brings tears to Suguru’s eyes.
“Satoru, please!”
He can feel Satoru’s hardening cock poking at his ass, the only thing separating them being the thin, flimsy material of Satoru’s pants. God, it has only been a day but Suguru’s already missed his cock so much. He can remember the exact taste, its exact curve, and the way its sheer size had almost destroyed Suguru inside out. He’s truly ruined him for anyone else.
Pulling his mouth off of Suguru’s nipple, with a trail of saliva still connected to his mouth, Satoru angrily hisses out, “You were practically whoring yourself out in front of me. You’re just begging for any man to fuck you at this point, aren’t you? It doesn’t matter who, as long as it’s a big, heavy cock that can fill you up. Sensei, you’re so fucking disappointing.”
He turns the knob on the controller in his hands, and Suguru almost convulses from the intensity of the vibrations thrumming through him. “Ah…Ah! I—I wasn’t, Satoru, believe me… I wasn’t… nngh… Ah, ah! Fuuck!”
Satoru continues furiously biting and brutalising those poor little nubs, leaving them feeling so raw and sore in such bright hues of red. These will leave teeth marks, for sure. Satoru’s torturing him so well, Suguru’s own erection is straining painfully against the scratchy lace of his thong, the tip of his cock barely hidden by a cute little pink ribbon at the very top. Suguru can’t help it; he’s beginning to pathetically hump Satoru’s lap in hopes of being able to get off, desperately craving for more and more friction by the second. The egg in his ass feels good, but it’s way too small to reach places he knows Satoru’s monstrously huge length can reach.
But Satoru’s not treating him to his cock yet, no. Once he has had his fill of playing with Suguru’s chest, he bitterly sinks his teeth into the nape of Suguru’s neck, and begins littering his pretty skin with big red bites.
“I fuck you way better than him, right?” Satoru impatiently demands to know, his hands slipping down the curve of Suguru’s body to palm at his waist, squeezing him tight there, as though to remind him who he really belongs to. “Suguru-san. I’m way better than your old classmate, or any man you’ve ever dated, right?”
Oh, he’s furious. He hasn’t stopped seething about Nanami ever since he kidnapped Suguru here.
But why does Satoru think Nanami can even compare?
“Of, of course you fuck better than he ever can…” Suguru whispers, wincing underneath all of his rough kisses. “But it was never like that with him. We never dated…”
“Cut the crap,” Satoru snaps. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I’m sure you guys fucked.”
Suguru hadn’t planned on admitting it, but… “Just once,” Suguru mumbles, so softly that Satoru has to strain his ears to hear. Suguru can barely recall the hook-up anymore. “When we were much younger. Drunk.”
“Hmm,” Satoru says, applying more pressure in his grip around Suguru’s waist. “I hate that. You’re mine.”
Suguru breathes out, even as he continues humping Satoru’s clothed dick, “You… You can’t just decide that.”
“I can,” Satoru warns him, his sharp teeth grazing the top of Suguru’s shoulder. “I want you, so you belong to me. Whose dick are you riding right now? Whose dick made you cum so well yesterday night? Tell me I’m not just an assignment. I’m not just an assignment, aren’t I?”
He bucks his hips upward, just so Suguru can feel his erect cock brushing against the egg pounding in his ass.
“Satoruuuu,” Suguru moans out, as he squirms back against his hard erection. Almost like he’s begging. Pleading. “You’re not… You’re not just an assignment…”
Satoru’s only half-appeased. He grits his teeth, and wraps a hand around Suguru’s throat, almost threateningly, as he continues to ask, “How bad do you want my dick, huh, baby? Tell me. You’re already begging for it, humping me like such a cockslut.”
Satoru’s hand only lightly squeezes, but Suguru already feels so light-headed. Satoru will drive him crazy. He’s just so hot. Suguru adores how roughly Satoru speaks to him, constantly demeaning him, turning his mind blank and making him think nothing but his cock.
Raising his arms and encircling them pitifully around Satoru’s neck, Suguru struggles to grasp onto him, needing him more than anything. The frantic words escape his mouth even quicker than he can think, the burning ache inside of him threatening to engulf him entirely. The egg can only take him so far, but he’ll never be able to cum without Satoru’s cock in his ass.
“I want you to fuck me so bad, Satoru,” he gasps out, clinging miserably onto him. “Only you can satisfy me with your cock. I, I need nothing else. I want your cock so bad, I use toys and imagine it’s you fucking me all the time.”
Satoru finally lets out a satisfied chuckle. “Oh, you’re bad,” he ridicules. “You’re such a naughty teacher, sensei. Begging your student who’s eleven years your junior to fuck you, do you have no shame? If word gets out about this, do you know how shameful you’ll look? Do you know what they’ll think of you? An old, desperate slut who only likes young, big cocks.”
Suguru hates how tears spring to his eyes, as he is reminded of the shame of it all. “Satoru… That’s not…”
Satoru’s heart actually softens, seeing how easily he has reduced his favourite sensei to tears. “Aww, hush now, baby, I was just making a joke. Of course you’re not old and desperate. You’re so fucking gorgeous and beautiful, I had to resort to blackmailing you to get you to have sex with me. When I get older, I’ll marry you, okay? You’ll have to wait for me. Until then, you can have my cock.”
Loosening his hand around Suguru’s throat to unzip the front of his pants instead, Satoru pulls out the aforementioned cock. Suguru can’t see it from where he’s seated but he can already feel it: the wet feeling of precum slathering all over his ass, the massive head of his cock stubbornly shoving its way roughly in between Suguru’s ass cheeks. Satoru has no plans to strip Suguru of his thong; it’s nothing more than a thin pink string anyway, that can easily come undone the minute you pull at the ribbons.
Satoru groans out a, “Open up for me, baby,” and Suguru’s immediately parting his thighs and lifting his hips, giving Satoru just enough access to his debauched asshole. He easily finds the string attached to Suguru’s egg vibrator, and carefully pulls it out of the older man, relishing in all of his soft gasps and whimpers as he does so.
“You’re not going to be empty for long, Suguru-chan. Don’t whine too much.”
More like mere seconds. Satoru inspects his hole with a smug look, finding it slightly looser now thanks to having had a rather unforgiving vibrator in him the past hour, and gives Suguru’s cute rim a surprise lick. Just when Suguru’s about to sluttily beg for more, Satoru plunges the head of his cock right in, throwing his head back in indescribable pleasure as he does so.
“Fuuuuck, baby. You always feel so tight and good. I thought you’d be loose by now, but… Fuuuuck.”
Satoru doesn’t pace himself or give Suguru any time to breathe; he thrust himself inside of Suguru all at once, going balls-deep in just a matter of seconds. Suguru feels the wind being knocked out of his lungs, as his tight muscles burn and contract all around Satoru’s pulsing dick. Oh, he can feel every heartbeat, he can feel the blood coursing through Satoru’s very veins.
“Satoru, I,” Suguru chokes out, as he limply holds onto Satoru’s shoulders for support.
“Hm?” Satoru grins, now that he has Suguru fully sitting on his dick. He doesn’t make an effort to move, however, challenging his sensei to be the one to do so instead: “Come on, weren’t you so desperate for my cock, sensei? You’re going to have work for it, alright? You’re going to have to show me just how much you want me.”
Oh, Suguru doesn’t even care anymore at this point. He just wants dick.
His nails dig into Satoru’s shoulders, gripping so tight they were practically drawing blood, but Satoru didn’t care. Suguru moves his hips as well as he can, lifting himself off and sinking himself back down using sheer core strength. He doesn’t fuck in this position very often, but Suguru’s not fazed. Like this, Satoru’s cock feels like it’s hitting even deeper than usual, curving up into his g-spot and massaging it in ways the vibrator could never do.
“Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…” Suguru moans out loud, fucking himself non-stop against Satoru’s lap. This beats any dildo he has ever had; Suguru couldn’t ask for better dick. Every deep thrust burns and stretches him so well; and Suguru feels like if he continues on for just a little while longer, he can easily cum in his panties.
“Hm? Someone’s having fun,” Satoru grins, noting Suguru’s pleasure. “Come on, baby, turn around and face me. I want to look at your beautiful face when you ride me.”
Satoru’s strong enough to bounce Suguru off his dick using just his arms, and effortlessly spin him around.
When Suguru sinks down again on Satoru’s cock, this time facing him, he almost sobs.
“Fuuuck, baby,” Satoru groans, unable to resist snapping his hips right up. “You’re so fucking sexy when you act like that. You’re just a needy little bitch, huh? You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
Suguru can only imagine how pornographic he must look: with his pink lacy bralette still on, barely covering his erect nips, and his thong still in place, still confining his untouched erection. Long, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his scarlet red cheeks, as he helplessly grabs onto Satoru’s hard chest, desperate for any kind of support.
“Please, I want to, ah, ah, I want to,” Suguru moans, as he continues rolling his hips against his student, in an expert manner that suggests he’s a bit too good at this, which… kind of pisses Satoru off.
“You want to cum?” Satoru questions, as he reaches out a hand and slips it quickly into the front of Suguru’s thong. “Is that it? Do you need my help?”
Suguru’s own cock has been ignored for so long, that the mere feeling of Satoru’s hands—so large, so rough, so hateful—enveloping it instantly sends Suguru trembling in his knees.
“Ah! Sa, Satoru!”
Satoru’s not that nice. “Not so fucking fast,” he growls, hand squeezing around the base, denying his orgasm by gripping it tight.
Suguru’s back to sobbing, as he pathetically humps Satoru’s hand hoping he’ll relent. He drops his voice to a pleading whisper, “Please, Gojo-kun, I’ll do anything, please let me cum…!”
“Oh yeah?” Satoru says. Cocking his head to the side, he beckons for Suguru to come closer. “Then, come here. Give me a kiss.”
That… actually catches Suguru off-guard. A kiss? They haven’t ever kissed before; not with all of the rough, wild sex they’ve been having. He’d initially thought it might be because Satoru treated him as nothing but a plaything, just something he’d fuck and then forget about later, considering the boy must have plenty of other options—but, perhaps… Satoru’s feelings for him are genuine?
“Hey,” Satoru calls again, this time in a much lower tone, when he notices Suguru’s reluctance. And is that… a loss of confidence that Suguru detects in his ocean-blue eyes? “Do you… detest me? Is that why you won’t kiss me?”
Suguru’s heart melts. The poor boy thought he was being rejected? He rushes to cradle Satoru’s face in his two hands, drawing him in closer.
“No, I got distracted by how handsome you are,” Suguru tells him, instantly reviving the light in Satoru’s eyes. Oh, the boy was so obvious. “C’mere, Gojo Satoru.”
He captures Satoru’s lips with his own, and gives him the best kiss of his life.
Satoru’s tongue eagerly reciprocates, slipping into Suguru’s mouth and kissing him so hard he forgets to breathe. Suguru’s hips roll forward against his dick with every furious kiss, riding the both of them to completion as Satoru absolutely ravages every inch of his mouth.
When Satoru’s grip finally leaves Suguru’s dick to lovingly claw up into the older man’s hair, Suguru moans deeply into the kiss—and desperately ruts against Satoru’s hard stomach until he’s spurting cum into the front of his lacy thong.
“Fuck, it feels so good, ah, ah!” Suguru exclaims, his entire body wildly shaking and spasming as he cums. “Satoru, Satoru!”
“I love you so much, Suguru-san,” Satoru groans out as he bites the older man’s lip, his fingers clenching hard into Suguru’s hair.
With his very confession, he too, shudders uncontrollably into his climax, cumming hard inside of his sensei.
Suguru slumps back down against Satoru’s chest soon after, sinking into his protective embrace. Satoru hugs him tight, unwilling to ever let him go.
…And then it hits him, what Satoru just said.
Suguru almost wants to pretend it hadn’t happened, but after a minute or so of catching their breaths, Satoru asks him, “Did you hear what I said?”, and Suguru knows there’s no escaping this.
“I did,” Suguru sighs out, like he’s at a complete loss of what to do with this boy. He’s able to think much clearer now, free from the lustful desperation that had taken control of him before. And he’s only now remembering that he has fucked up with Satoru—again. “But you can’t.” You can’t love me. You’re not allowed to.
Satoru had been at an all-time high just minutes ago, when he thought Suguru returned his feelings with that fiery kiss—and now the reality of it all was crashing down on him.
“Well, I do,” Satoru sneers, angry that Suguru was denying him once more. “I do. I love you. And you can’t stop me from loving you.”
“Satoru…” Suguru doesn’t even have the strength to get up and leave his embrace. He only snuggles his head further into his chest. “You’re only sixteen. And you’re the head of the Gojo empire. You’ll have many more options in the future. Don’t settle for me.”
“What the hell?” Satoru says, now wide-eyed. “Settling for you? You’re so perfect, you could have anyone in the world. I thought you were rejecting me.”
Suguru’s brow furrows. “I’m not ruining your future… And well, mine, too. This… Whatever we’re doing, it has to stop. Eventually.” Suguru’s not sure he’s ready to give up the mind-blowing sex yet.
“Your future won’t be ruined, as long as you’re with me,” Satoru arrogantly suggests. “Do you think I can’t provide for you? I can provide for you, and your extended families. And at least five generations after that. Do you really think that little of me?”
There’s no reasoning with this brat. At his wit’s end, Suguru tells him, “Your father won’t approve.”
“That’s bullshit. Father likes you,” Satoru says to him. “I’m sure he’d rather have you as a son, than me. Either way, he doesn’t have a say in who I want to marry. And when I’m of age, when I’m eighteen, I want to marry you. I’m going to marry you. I’ll let father know of my decision, later tonight.”
Suguru’s heart pounds. “Satoru, don’t. He’s going to fire me. Or worse, send me to prison.”
“He won’t!” Satoru insists. “I’ll tell him it’s my decision. He knows me. He knows no one can make me do things that I don’t want to.”
Suguru finally surrenders to him, letting out a deep sigh. He knows there’s no changing Satoru’s mind. What Gojo Satoru wants, Gojo Satoru gets. This was Satoru’s world, and Suguru merely lived in it. He gives into him, saying, “Fine, I’ll marry you, but only on one condition.”
Satoru’s breaths quicken as he excitedly asks, “What is it?”
“You wait two years, like you said. And if after these two years, if you’ve changed your mind, then we won’t get married. You’re free to look somewhere else.”
Satoru engulfs Suguru in the tightest hug. “Suguru, that’s easy. My feelings will never change for you. And you’re not allowed to change your mind, either, you understand?”
Suguru feels… a peculiar sense of warmth flooding his chest upon hearing that. “Mn.”
Because, Suguru… has just the tiniest inkling of a feeling that it’ll pan out just as Satoru said: he won’t ever change his mind.
