virgin bottoms being insecure and thinking they’re not good enough for their tops
only for their top to fuck them stupid because they sound so beautiful, and they’ve wanted them for so long
virgin bottoms being insecure and thinking they’re not good enough for their tops
only for their top to fuck them stupid because they sound so beautiful, and they’ve wanted them for so long
"Next time," Suguru whispered darkly against Satoru’s swollen lips, brushing a strand of white hair from his eyes, "leave the balcony door open on purpose." Satoru nodded weakly, burying his face in Suguru’s chest: "I will... just don't stop coming back."
#gego#kinktober 🔞
For weeks, a heavy pair of eyes had been tracking Satoru’s every move across campus. It started near the library: the same tall boy with raven hair, sharp gauges, and dark eyes staring from under a tree. Never smiling, just watching with terrifying focus.
Suguru finally pulled back, heavy-chested, using his thumb to gently wipe away a tear from Satoru’s flushed, glistening cheek. Satoru whimpered, his fingers clutching tightly to the fabric of Suguru’s dark hoodie, completely unable and unwilling to let him go.
Every gasp Satoru uttered was met with soft, dangerous praise against his lips —"So obedient," "Mine, all mine"—overstimulating the white-haired boy until he was crying out Suguru's name into the dark room, completely ruined, shattered, and claimed.
"Shh, take it for me, angel. You're doing so well," Suguru purred, his hands working over Satoru's waist with ruthless, possessive precision, giving him no escape. Suguru captured Satoru’s mouth in a bruised, needy kiss, stealing every single whimpered plea.
The contrast of Suguru’s praise, the lingering smell of cedar on his hoodie, and the memory of the terrifying Ghostface mask crashed over Satoru all at once. "Suguru wait– it's too much, I'm–" Satoru sobbed softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation.
"Look at you... already writhing for the stalker you complained about to your friend," Suguru whispered huskily, leaning down to press his lips to Satoru’s sensitive collarbone. "So sweet for me, Satoru. Such a good, responsive boy," he praised softly.