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Year of the OTP 2025

The Rules: the Ao3 collection accepts any /-ship works inspired by a prompt from this sheet The Challenge: make 12 works for one ship in one year, using prompts from each month

*you do not need to do the challenge to post to the AO3 collection, as long as you follow the rules*

January first kiss ♦ “may I have this dance” ♦ sharing clothes ♦ BDSM AU ♦ stockholm syndrome ♦ Strong – One Direction

February Valentine’s Day ♦ “it made me think of you” ♦ bed sharing ♦ multiple penetration ♦ mind control/mind break ♦ Like Real People Do – Hozier

March fresh starts ♦ “what are you doing with that”♦ florist/tattoo artist ♦ phone sex ♦ major character death ♦ Take Care – Drake

April pranks ♦ “right in front of my salad” ♦ running away together ♦ dom bottom/sub top ♦ raised to be a killer ♦ Drops of Jupiter – Train

May hanahaki ♦ “we’re dating? since when?” ♦ body swap ♦ magical sex toys ♦ stalking ♦ Paper Rings – Taylor Swift

June pride ♦ “I can’t get you out of my mind” ♦ relationship reveal ♦ unconventional sex positions ♦ paying a debt with your body ♦ Good Looking – Dixon Dallas

July vacation together ♦ “I like my _ how I like my coffee” ♦ kidfic ♦ mutual masturbation ♦ dehumanization ♦ You May Be Right – Billy Joel

August Sports AU ♦ “you’re thinking too much”♦ cooking together ♦ object insertion/ penetration ♦ becoming a monster ♦ You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC

September high school/college sweethearts ♦ “come here” ♦ date night gone wrong ♦ semi-public sex ♦ abduction ♦ Thinking Bout You – Frank Ocean

October costumes ♦ “boo” ♦ online dating ♦ shibari ♦ mutual non-con ♦ Mr. Brightside – The Killers

November camping ♦ “are you sure” ♦ touch-starved ♦ cockwarming ♦ abusive relationship ♦ A Thousand Years – Christina Perri

Satoru strolls into Suguru’s home gym with a sucker in one hand, his gym bag in the other. Rainbow sunglasses are propped on his nose, and he grins at Suguru as he walks up to him, watching him stretch.

“Hey!” Satoru greets cheerily, tossing the sucker at Suguru’s feet. He props his glasses up on top of his head. “Happy pride!”

Suguru gives him a confused look. “Did you come from the parade?” he asks.

Satoru nods, still grinning as he drops his bag against the wall and starts digging through it. He starts grabbing resistance bands and a jump rope. “Yeah, went with a couple friends.”

“Are you, uh…?” Suguru doesn’t know how to ask. He’s tempted to simply offer a limp wrist, but he’s not sure if Satoru would appreciate the joke.

“Gay?” Satoru supplies, smirking. “No, but my friends are. I’m bi.”

He says it so nonchalantly that it surprises Suguru, makes him jealous, even. Suguru wishes he could come out and be that comfortable with himself, to the point of just saying it offhand like that. But he’s from a small village where that sort of thing isn’t accepted as well as it is in the city.

He shakes the thought away. He’s here to work out, not to contemplate his comfortability with his sexuality. He finishes his stretches and walks up to Satoru, who hands him the jump rope.

“Minute and a half,” he says, tapping at his watch to set the timer. “Go.”

Suguru does as Satoru says, jumping lightly on the balls of his feet for ninety seconds. He works up a light sweat, his heart starting to race, and Satoru watches him the entire time, his crystal eyes tracing up and down Suguru’s body.

Suguru wonders if maybe there’s a reason other than watching his form that Satoru stares.

He shakes the thought away, reminding himself that not every person finds him attractive just because they’re into men. Hell, maybe he’s not even Satoru’s type, with his gauges, piercings, and tattoos. He looks clean cut enough that maybe he thinks it’s a turn off.

Suguru feels disappointed at the thought.

Once Satoru’s watch starts beeping, Suguru comes to a stop, his breathing slightly labored as he tosses the jump rope aside. He looks at Satoru. “What next, boss?”

Satoru hums, his crystal eyes still trained on Suguru. He steps behind him, his movement almost predatory as he moves towards his back.

Suguru’s heart starts to beat faster, pounding in his chest.

And then Satoru’s hands come to rest on Suguru’s slim waist, and his heart jumps into his throat.

Satoru’s lips brush the side of Suguru’s throat, and he’s sure he can feel his thrumming pulse beneath his lips. He traces his lips up, not quite kissing, and whispers, “Want to do something a little different today?”

Suguru shivers at the sensation of his hot breath in his ear. “A little different?” he pants, unconsciously leaning back against Satoru’s chest.

“Mhm.” Satoru’s hands slide up Suguru’s waist, “You know, instead of paying me for today’s session and just working out as usual, we just…do something more enjoyable.” He grips Suguru’s pecs, giving them a soft squeeze and rubbing them lightly.

Suguru’s head tilts back against Satoru’s shoulder, and he lets out a soft breath. “Why?” he asks, and he swallows the lump in his throat

Satoru huffs a laugh. “Why?” he murmurs in his ear, lightly nipping at the lobe. “Because I want you. Because I leave here, after seeing you all sweaty and worked up, and I can’t get you out of my mind. Because I went to that pride parade and all I could think of was bringing you next year and having you beside me.”

Suguru fights to swallow. “W-why didn’t you say anything?”

Satoru grins against the side of his throat. “It’s a little unethical, don’t you think? A personal trainer having the hots for their client. But…can’t you feel what you do to me?” He presses his hips forward, and Suguru feels his length, already half-hard, against his ass.

Suguru feels something stir in his gut at the sensation. He rasps, “Yes. I feel it.”

Satoru lightly bites his neck. “What are you gonna do about it?” he whispers.

Before Suguru can come up with an answer, one of Satoru’s hands comes up and grabs his jaw, turning his face to the side. Then Satoru leans down and claims his mouth in a bruising kiss. Suguru moans, his knees going weak, and Satoru just grins, swallowing the sound. The hand that’s not on Suguru’s jaw comes to grab his hip, keeping them pressed together as heat licks up his spine.

Then his hand on Suguru’s hip slips beneath the elastic waistband of Suguru’s basketball shorts to palm his growing erection through his boxers.

Suguru moans softly, back arching against Satoru’s chest. Pleasure starts to twist in his lower belly, and he feels himself growing harder in Satoru’s hand. 

Satoru brushes his lips against Suguru’s ear. “You ever bottomed before?” he asks.

Suguru shakes his head. “No,” he pants, moaning again when his hand comes up and strokes the blushing tip. 

Satoru hums, slowly coming back down to gently squeeze the base. “You want to?”

“Anything,” Suguru gasps, groaning again. “Anything for you.”

So Satoru guides him to the workout bench and has him bend over at the waist, and it would be almost clinical if he wasn’t talking to him so filthy. Murmuring in his ear while he slowly drops Suguru’s workout clothes to the floor, leaving him bare in front of him while he tells him he looks so pretty, so perfect for him. Then he takes a step back to survey the sight of Suguru, bent over on his hands, waiting for his touch.

Satoru goes back over to his gym bag and pulls out a bottle of lube.

Suguru watches with a raised eyebrow. “You always come prepared?” he asks.

Satoru grins. “Only when it’s you.” He winks.

Suguru has to hold back a little moan at the gentle teasing. Then Satoru steps up behind him and coats his fingers in silky lube. “Ready?” he asks.

Suguru shivers and nods.

“Take a deep breath,” Satoru tells him, and he does, inhaling, dropping his diaphragm and taking his pelvic floor muscles with it. Satoru’s first digit presses against the first ring of resistance, waiting while his hole reflexively tightens. Then Suguru relaxes, and the tip of Satoru’s finger is accepted into his waiting body.

Suguru gasps softly at the intrusion, his body tightening. Satoru puts his other hand on the small of his back and gently shushes him. “Breathe,” he reminds him. As he does, Satoru slowly pushes inside, the velvety glide of lube making the movement easy.

Suguru lets out a shaky breath at the length of Satoru’s slender finger. It doesn’t take long for him to stretch enough for Satoru to add a second, and then he reaches deeper, searching for something…

He hits it, and Suguru’s entire body convulses with shocks of electricity. He groans loudly.

Satoru grins as the tips of his fingers brush against Suguru’s prostate. “Good?” he asks teasingly.

All Suguru can do is nod, his chin dropping to his chest.

Satoru, as he slowly strokes his fingers in and out, leans down and presses more kisses to the side of Suguru’s throat. “So good for me,” he murmurs, nipping lightly.

Once he’s thoroughly prepped, the resistance of his body curbed by Satoru’s fingers and the lube, Satoru asks, “Still want a workout?”

Suguru nods eagerly; when he said anything, he meant it. He lets Satoru guide him, lets him lower him to the ground until he’s on all fours on the floor of his home gym. Then Satoru grabs his legs and hoists him up, helping him lock his legs around his hips. Suguru gasps at the change in position, sudden blood rushing to his head…and his cock.

Satoru changes his hold on Suguru, now grabbing his hips. Then he lines up his dick with Suguru’s waiting, stretched hole, and he slowly pushes inside.

Suguru keens.

He’s never been taken like this by anyone before; he’s usually the one taking. But having Satoru inside him, stretching him open, where the soft head of his dick presses against the bundle of nerves inside him and has him already shaking, is intense.

Satoru starts slowly, holding Suguru’s hips as he strokes in and out. With every upstroke, Suguru moans, growing louder and louder as pleasure starts to fog up his mind. Satoru’s moaning, too, talking him through it – because has Satoru ever been known to just shut the hell up? “You look so good like this,” he groans, head thrown back, snowy hair sticking to his forehead as sweat starts to bead there. “So fucking tight.”

He starts to pick up the pace. His hips slam into Suguru’s, and Suguru’s fingers tighten until he’s practically clawing at the floor, teeth gritted. The home gym is filled with sounds of their mixed pleasure, grunts and groans so pornographic that Suguru would be embarrassed if he could think about anything other than Satoru’s dick slipping in and out of him.

His body is now starting to show signs of strain, his arms shaking as he holds himself up from the ground. Satoru quickly takes notice and helps lower his upper body to the floor. “Tuck your head,” he instructs him, and Suguru – who is used to taking tips and commands from Satoru, does what he says. His upper back and neck are pressed into the floor, but his legs and hips are still in Satoru’s hands, gripped tightly to keep him upright.

Satoru spins around so Suguru can see his face, and then he slowly lowers himself back into Suguru once more.

He’s more gentle again, stroking slowly as he pants from above him. “Fuck, Suguru,” he curses, fucking down into him. “Feels so goddamn good. I’m not gonna last.”

Suguru chokes out another moan. He’s been fighting his orgasm since the beginning, since the very moment Satoru’s fingers brushed his prostate. Now, with the blood rushing to his head, he’s been lost in the sensations ever since. “Gonna cum,” he chokes out, and he hopes Satoru is there with him, because he can’t hold back anymore.

White hot pleasure coils deep in his gut and snaps, and then he’s cumming so hard his entire body shakes. All the while, Satoru continues to fuck into him, and he can hear his voice through the ringing in his ears while semen spurts across his chest.

“Fuck, Suguru, I’m cumming,” he whimpers, and then he’s emptying himself inside Suguru. He can feel his dick twitching inside him, and it only prolongs Suguru’s orgasm.

Satoru’s thighs are trembling when they both finally come back down, and it takes him a moment to rise from his slightly squatted position and pull out of Suguru. He helps Suguru lay on the floor, on his back, so the mess of his cum will stop slowly dripping across his chest. Then he leans down and hauls him up from the floor.

Suguru grunts. “What the fuck?” he mumbles as Satoru picks him up. “How’re you so strong?”

Satoru chuckles and teases, “I’m the strongest.”

Then he wanders out of the home gym, following Suguru’s muttered guidance to reach his bedroom.

It’s dark in there, even when Satoru flicks on a lamp in the corner. Dark sheets, dark duvet, dark decorations. But Satoru doesn’t seem uncomfortable in the space – quite the opposite. He gently deposits Suguru onto the bed and says, “I’m gonna get some stuff, okay?”

Suguru just nods, mind still hazy with the lasting pleasure. He feels stretched out, used, and altogether blissed out.

Satoru chuckles softly and leaves the bedroom.

He’s gone for a minute or two, and when he comes back, his arms are piled high with supplies. He’s got a couple bottles of water, a few snacks, and a warm washcloth. He leans over Suguru’s body, gently wiping up the cum still dripping on his chest. Then he moves between his legs, arranging him carefully and affectionately while he cleans him up.

Suguru lets himself be vulnerable.

When Satoru is finished, he tosses the washcloth in the hamper and climbs into bed beside Suguru. He hands him a granola bar and a bottle of water, offering to help him drink if he needs it. Suguru shakes his head and props himself up on one elbow to sip at the water.

It’s quiet between them; the only sound is crinkling plastic wrappers and quiet swallows of water and food.

It seems that, in the companionable silence, they’ve both agreed that they don’t want to separate. And so Satoru stays the night, curled up against Suguru, who’s so exhausted he falls asleep almost immediately.

Satoru can’t help but smile at the sight before closing his eyes and letting himself drift to sleep as well.

~

The next day, Satoru shows up with his new rainbow sunglasses. “Happy pride!” he greets his client for the day.

They give him a curious look. “Oh, are you…?”

“Gay?” Satoru supplies, and then he grins and winks.

“No, but my boyfriend is.”

quick note on positions: the two they tried are called wheelbarrow (standing) and the butter churner (hilarious name). in case you need a visual to figure out what the heck they're doing.