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They've been together for a while .
Actually, as far as Satoru’s concerned, they've been together ever since he first laid eyes on Suguru and saw her pretty face, elegant smile and the shiny, patchy sort of cursed energy rumbling around her, so fascinating to him that he instantly wanted to dissect her. The second he laid his eyes on Suguru in his first year of school, he thought she was interesting and he wanted to see her, meet her, study her and her weird powers and never-before-seen cursed energy, and the more he talked to her the more it solidified his desires.
So actually, as far as Satoru’s concerned, Suguru’s been his since he first laid his eyes on and everything that followed after was just him making Suguru understand that they were supposed to be together. He had went about wooing her with the same drive, determination and single-minded obsessiveness that had, until then, been exclusively reserved for his 100% completion rate on games and unlocking all the Mortal Kombat fatalities while his tutors despaired.
Satoru flirted with her, Satoru beat up curses for her and offered them for her to consume, Satoru bought her food and gifts and put his head in her lap. He learned how to braid and took her shopping, obviously paying for everything.
“You're so lucky to have such a considerate boyfriend! So handsome too!!”
Other girls swooned over them. Suguru would blush cutely. Satoru has always been the type of overachiever who wanted to be the best at everything, so he had decided he was gonna be the best goddamn boyfriend to ever exist, grinding on every skill until he got perfect at everything just so he could get Suguru to like him more.
And honestly, his plan to get Suguru to love him and marry him and carry his children by the time they finish highschool is working out perfectly.
Almost perfectly.
There’s only one hiccup -
Suguru refuses to let him fuck.
They make out a lot. A lot- lot, because he loved to shove her in corners whenever they’re together on missions, or pull her in his lap when they’re chilling in the lounge. He likes the heavy weight of her in his lap, squishy thighs and pillowy breasts and sweet smelling hair.
One time, he’s playing something on his Switch and Suguru feels ignored that Let’s Go:Pikachu is taking up more of his time than she is, so she gets up and tries to leave him - pouty and huffy.
Satoru's been there, done that dozens of times until now, he knows how Suguru reacts. Instead of letting her leave, he grabs her, one arm around her middle and pulls her roughly on top of him.
“Where do you think you're going?” He asks as she squirms in his lap. He puts a hand on her waist and on her thigh, making sure she's sitting comfortably.
“I wouldn't want to bother you when you're clearly not in the mood to sit with me. I should just get out of your way and let you finish your game.”
Her words are pleasant enough, but she's visibly annoyed. Suguru has a certain way of smiling when she's pissed off, there’s a tension around her eyes as she struggles to maintain composure, and the exaggerated sweetness in her voice means that she's trying to maintain her cool. As far as Satoru estimates, she's about one joke away from smacking him and calling a curse on his ass.
Heh.
He smirks and puts his chin on her shoulder.
“Is my Suguru feeling neglected? Does my kitty want attention?”
“Shut up.”
Suguru’s face twists in a grimace and she tries to push him, but his arms wrap around her middle like a seatbelt, forcing her to sit still even as she tries to pull. The thing is that she's not really struggling that much, if Suguru really was upset and truly wanted to leave, she would be able to break out of his grip, but she likes acting like she thinks he's a brute while secretly enjoying how it makes her feel delicate.
Suguru’s tall for a girl - she's tall for a boy too, and Satoru bets that she was towering over all her peers in middle school. She was an only child too, and her parents had wanted a boy but they couldn't afford another kid, so they tried raising her like a son. Martial arts and sports and mowing the lawn and doing all the boy-ish stuff, giving her very few opportunities to indulge in the girlish whimsy she seemed to crave.
So Satoru treats her like that - small delicate girly girl, prim and proper and elegant.
He's seen Suguru plummet curses into the ground with her fists and send curse users through walls with her strong kicks, but she likes it more when Satoru picks her up like she weighs nothing and manhandles her. Thank god he’s got the height and brawn to do so, imagine how embarrassing it would be if he grunted when picking her up to set her in his lap.
“No, no, you've got my attention now, so there's no need to hiss at me,” he says, and kisses her blushing, puffed up cheek, “I wanna make you purr.”
That makes her snort, and Satoru grins and pulls at her shirt, pushing his fingers underneath so he can poke at her belly and make her laugh.
Suguru’s wearing a skirt today - it's not short by any means, it's a very decent knee length skirt, pleated. When he makes Suguru sit in his lap, the skirt rises over her thighs and his eyes are magnetized there. He settles his hand on her knee and caresses it up and down, nuzzles against her neck.
“Satoru, stop”, she whines, tipping her head back on his shoulder and exposing her neck. He takes it as encouragement and moves to kiss up and down her neck, his hand inching up over her thigh, getting closer and closer between her legs.
He kisses Suguru and she spreads her legs minutely when he caresses her, and while Satoru knows she's prudish and never really lets him do much, he still tries his luck with her, touching the edge of her cotton panties. When she doesn't protest or pull away, he rubs a finger over her pussylips, feeling the contours of it through her underwear. He can only imagine how pretty it is, since Suguru never lets him see her naked.
And the thing is that he touches her like this often, hand between her legs as they kiss, and he feels her hot and her damp, feels her underwear moist and his head spins with it. It's just that he's not allowed to do anything. When he tries to move her panties aside, she grabs him by the wrist and moves his hand away.
“Satoru, you know I said I wanted to wait,” she tells him.
“I know, I know.”
He has to be patient, but his dick is so hard, his dick gets hard when she passes by and he gets to smell her perfume, his dick fucking cries whenever she sets her nice big ass in his lap and tells him she wants to wait till marriage.
They make out in the gym after class, and she's on top of him again, and when Suguru feels his erection she blushes and looks away. He's convinced she's gonna run away from it like a spooked rabbit, but instead she looks around - it's just them and the basketballs and the gym mattresses, and warm afternoon light through the windows.
Suguru’s lip between her teeth and her nipples poking through her gym t-shirt. She wears knee socks and gym shorts and she rocks against his dick once, twice , three times - and Satoru thinks it's awesome, maybe they're finally getting somewhere. Lord knows Suguru has to be feeling some sort of way too, no way she's unaffected by all of this.
And she is looking so pretty, blushy and cute while grinding her ass and pussy on his cock, like all the layers of fabric between them means there's more friction for her. She shudders at one point and stops moving at all and then she stands up abruptly.
“Ah, I'm sorry, sorry, don't know what came over me!”
Satoru grits his teeth and wants to yell, what's there to be sorry for?
He looks up at Suguru’s supple legs, the way her gym shorts dig a little into her flesh. They rode up while they were dry humping, and now he can see the outline of her pussy where the line of her shorts rides between her lips. Satoru wonders if that's uncomfortable, if it hurts or if it feels good for her.
Ugh, he wants to touch her there so badly.
“I'm gonna leave now,” she announces, and she makes to leave, but Satoru’s on his feet quickly and he follows after her.
“Hey, Suguru, wait up, wait up. Why are you leaving?”
He grabs her by the wrist and pulls her back into his arms, embracing her firmly.
“Satoru, don't be like this, you know I …”
She trails off and fists her hands in the fabric of his shirt, pushing her face against it and hiding there. And Satoru feels how she squeezes her thighs together, tensing them and making them rub together. His pretty girl is so horny for him, and Satoru wants to eat her up.
She looks up at him with watery eyes, full of depth and sweetness, and Satoru kisses her again, puts a hand on her lower back and moves it slightly lower, cupping her ass. When she doesn't pull away or protest, he gropes her flesh, kneading it. Fuck, Suguru’s ass. And she's letting him kiss her so much, curling his tongue around hers, and pressing herself into his arms more, raising one foot off the ground like she’s in a shoujo.
She pulls away again, gasping and moaning, her mouth wet and lips shiny with Satoru’s spit.
“We shouldn't do this, Satoru, it’s not proper. And in the gym? Anyone can see us here.”
But she's just looking for excuses, and Satoru doesn't feel like taking any of them because they all sound like bullshit to him. As long as she's not telling him “no, I don't wanna fuck”, he's not gonna behave.
He grabs Suguru by the thighs and hoists her up his body, making her wrap her legs around his middle, her arms around his shoulders. Rubs his nose against hers. She makes this little huffy noise at it but goes along with it.
Satoru takes her to the backroom storage where Yaga makes them take their equipment after using it - there’s kendo shinais and bogu sets, and all sorts of things they train with, boring shit like that. And there's mattresses, a lot of them, stacked together in a corner. He sets Suguru down on a bench and gives her a peck on the lips, and as she looks at him, he takes a few of the mattresses and drops them in the middle of the room. Suguru looks at him, looks at the mattress and then back again.
The room has several tiny, open windows, so fresh air comes in and the late noon golden light. Suguru swallows looking at him as he offers her his hand and she gently places her palm on his.
Satoru walks over to the stacked mattresses and lays her down onto them, and she's just so beautiful - looking vulnerable and flushed, her t-shirt riding up. Soft skin showing. Belly button and hipbones. She keeps one knee bent upwards, her white sneaker on her mattress and her kneesock bunched down. Satoru kneels between her legs and puts a hand on her abdomen, pushing up her shirt under her armpits.
Suguru’s tits are squished under sports bra, and he takes it off along with her TShirt. Her tits spill out of their confines in such a hypnotic sort of way, flopping to the side, heavy weights and fat nipples and perfectly smooth skin. The sort of tits that you only ever see in JAVs, the sort of majestic tits men have coveting since the start of time.
“ Satoru - ” she starts, and tries to cover chest, but he grabs her wrists in one hand and puts them over her head.
“Shhh - let me see you. I wanna see - ” he cups one of her breasts in his palm, Jesus, they barely fit in his hand and Satoru has big hands. He’d be willing to die squished between Suguru’s tits. He squeezes her it and runs his thumb over her nipple, scratching at it with his blunt nail until she whimpers, “I wanna suck on them,” he announces, and instantly his mouth latches onto her nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue over it.
Suguru moans and instinctively pushes her hips up, squirming and trying to rub her pussy against him. Horny baby girl. Satoru’s determined to take care of her.
He takes off her gym shorts and still she doesn't say anything, just reacting honestly to his hands and mouth. Suguru is wearing plain cotton underwear, white with blue stripes and little bows on the side. They're cute and girly and there's a big patch of wetness on the crotch of them. He looks down at her panties then at her, and he smirks. He looks at her straight as he pushes his hand in her panties and she only bites her lip and breathes in as Satoru runs his fingers over her sparsely fuzzy lips and cups her pussy in his hand just to feel the heat of it.
Suguru grinds against his palm on instinct and turns to the side. Doesn't look at him, like she’s ashamed of herself. Doesn't stop rocking into his touch, though.
“Suguru,” he says her name firmly, takes off panties too and leaves her only in her socks and sneakers.
He spreads her pussy lips with his fingers and touches the sensitive, pink skin exposed to him. Glistening wet. Plump lips. Pretty little clit peeking out, swollen with blood, and Suguru’s tiny virgin hole twitching as he drinks her in. Satoru presses his thumb on her clit and she drools out a bead of moisture that drips onto the mattress.
“Satoru, don't look,” she whines and tries to close her legs. Satoru only grips her thigh and pushes her legs apart wider, “it's so embarrassing!”
Suguru puts both hands on her face to hide herself, but Satoru won't let her. Instead, he pushes down his sweatpants and his underwear, takes Suguru’s hand and puts it on his dick. When she feels him under her palm she gasps and doesn't know how to react, other than pushing shily against it.
“Feel that, baby? See what you do to me?”
She grabs his length and touches it gingerly, and Satoru gets a shock of electricity through his body. He holds Suguru’s wrists and makes her move her hand over his cock, small delicate hands and elegant fingers. Pushes his cockhead against her clit and smears it with precum, rubs over it until Suguru throws her head back and moans.
“Suguru - let me put it inside you.”
“Ugh, Satoru, no - that’s - You can’t put it in my pussy!”
But really it’s a struggle for her to get it out, especially when Satoru’s rubbing it against her clit like that and making her moan.
“But Suguru -” he whines, slaps his dick over her pretty pussy and swollen clit, “I wanna be inside you.”
“Satoru, I wanna save it until we get married!”
Suguru’s funny.
If Satoru wanted, he could go get any girl from any of the great clans, regardless of social standing, age or prior commitments. If he so much as breathed in their direction, they’d spread their legs for him and let him put it in whatever hole he wanted, beg him to go in their pussies raw, because they all understand the honor of carrying a child for the Six Eyes, even if it were a bastard. None of them would ever be bold enough to deny him, or say something presumptuous as “ wait until we get married. ”
Suguru doesn’t really get what sort of a big deal Satoru is in Jujutsu society, how he’s closer to being a fucking Shogun and she’s just a girl with Curse Manipulation, and yet…
He bends over her and kisses her. Pinches her clit between two fingers and twists it.
“What are you afraid of, hmm? Think I'll knock you up? Get bored of you? Mess around with someone else?”
It's unfair to say this shit while they're both naked, but it's also the only moment he's ever seen Suguru vulnerable enough to talk about it.
She doesn't really answer, though, she just pouts at him and shrugs. Probably the best answer he's getting - not an answer at all.
“Hey Suguru? You wanna stay a virgin, right? So let me fuck your ass, then.”
She balks at him, eyes wide and jaw dropping.
“Excuse me?”
“Your ass.” He repeats, smug and smirking, and fingering the edges of Suguru’s pussy, eyes the moisture dripping down between her thighs, between her asscheeks “Let me fuck your ass. That hole doesn't count, you know.”
And it's bullshit, both of them know it, but that's not the point. Suguru knows, she just needs a little push. A little convincing. A loophole where she can be a good girl and allow herself to submit to him too.
And she's not turning him down, she's considering it as she runs her tongue over her lower lip and her fingers over his shaft, staring at his cock like she’s hungry for it.
“ Fine . I guess.”
Satoru smirks and gently makes her turn around - he kisses her cheek and the back of her neck before grabbing her by the scruff pushing her head down onto the mattress until her cheek touches it.
“Satoru - “ she says his name like a warning, and he laughs, running his palm from her nape over her spine, between her shoulder blades and pressing down.
“Relax. Promise I’ll take care of you.”
He forces her hips up, close to his face, and spreads her ass so he can see her. Pretty little Suguhole, untouched by anyone else, and Suguru’s making all these cute, shy noises as he spreads her ass and licks over her cleft.
They don’t have anything like lube so they’ll just have to deal with a lot of saliva and pussy-slick. Satoru’s sure they can make do.
He sucks on his teeth to gather moisture and spits on her hole, rubs it with his thumb. Licks her rim and pushes his tongue inside. Plays with her clit while eating her ass, making sure to get her as sloppy wet as possible. Her cunt drips slick down her thighs while Suguru moans, making the prettiest, most attractive hentai noises he’s ever heard.
He’s seen videos with this kind of thing before so he does what he remembers from there - pushes fingers in her ass to help stretch her out and relax her muscle, curls his tongue inside, anything that seems to get her excited. The more she squirms, the better.
His cock is killing him, though, he's bricked up and it hurts, angry red tip and dripping precum. Satoru grabs himself and squeezes just to relieve some of the pressure, realizing how close he is. Thinks about Yaga just to cool down, because if not, he’s gonna shoot his load as soon as he puts it in.
“Suguruuuu- think you're ready for it?” He asks, licking her like a dog, drooling down his chin.
He moves from Suguru’s hole to Suguru’s asscheek, biting it firmly to leave a bruise. Runs his hands down the insides of sticky thighs. Feels how she's quivering.
“Suguruuuu, I wanna put it inside you.”
“You ca- Ah -can! You can! You can put it inside me!”
She sounds so needy, oh god, he’s barely gonna last anything, isn't he? Well, no matter. He gets to fuck Suguru’s ass. Suguru’s virgin ass. Suguru’s gonna be his, body and soul, and he’s gonna eventually claim all her holes for himself, and no one else will ever get to see her like this, just him. She's for him only.
He drags his cock between her pussylips just to soak in some of her slick, and presses his tip against her pink, tight hole and pushes in.
She's so fucking tight it hurts. Clamping down hard on his cock, sucking him greedily. Like she needs him. He has to stop halfway through to breathe and relax.
“Fuck, babe. You okay there?” He asks, bending over her and pressing his chest to her back, moving her hair over her shoulder and kissing her red cheek. “Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Suguru shakes her head.
“Keep going. Just - go slow.”
He loves her. Loves her so much. His girl is so good and precious, letting him fuck her ass even though it hurts her. His pretty Suguru will let him fuck her in the ass because he wants it. Satoru has to reward her for this somehow, Suguru’s so good to him.
He pushes inside all the way and it makes her gasp. So hot and tight. Satoru groans and sets his jaw. Think about planes and the melting ice caps, Jesus Christ.
“Satoru! Satoru, Satoru .”
She's not even asking for anything, just begging for him, praying to him. He can feel the way his ego is swelling from it, no one will be able to tell him shit anymore, the back of his head is just gonna be rolling “ satoru, satoru, satoru ” over and over.
He hugs her, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her on the side with him. Grabs her leg and puts it over his hip. Fucks into her sloppy, spooning like that, playing with her clit slowly, murmuring in her ear about hot she is, how good she feels.
“I love you, baby, fuck. I'm gonna cum inside you.”
When he cums inside Suguru’s ass, it really does feel like he's branding her for himself. And he stays inside her while he rubs her clit and makes her finish too, and her muscles clench and milk his dick like crazy, almost on the edge of overwhelming.
The sky is all red and purple by the time they're done, barely coming into the room. Satoru lays on his back and Suguru curls around him, head pillowed on his chest and one leg over his hip. He holds her with an arm around her slim shoulders and his palm on her thigh.
Suguru's still wearing her socks and sneakers. Satoru buries his face in her hair and inhales her - the girly scent of her shampoo, the sweaty saltiness. Clingier than usual and quiet.
“You alright, Suguru?”
“Hmmhmm.”
Suguru hums sleepily. Satoru takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. Her bare breasts pressed against him. Her still damp pussy with its cute dark hair gently rubbing against his thigh. Suguru with all her bare beautiful skin, sticking to him.
She falls asleep like that, gently snoring on his chest. Endearing in how vulnerable she looks.
He loves her so much he wants to eat her.