#satosugo

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You didn’t mean to be loud. You really didn’t.

But it’s hard to hold back when he’s got you bent over the edge of the bed, your knees nearly giving out with every ruthless snap of his hips. The sheets are tangled around your fists, and the sound of skin meeting skin echoes far too loud in the quiet dorm room.

“Shh,” he murmurs the first time your moan breaks free, but there’s no real warning in it – just amusement, maybe even a challenge. 

Your face is flushed, hair sticking to your cheeks, and your body is already trembling under him, too overwhelmed to process anything but the immense fullness and the way his grip will definitely leave bruises on your hips tomorrow.

“They’ll hear you if you don’t keep your voice down,” he growls, “you know Suguru’s next door, yeah?” 

Although it doesn’t seem that he must care very much about that because his hips slam into yours again, hard enough to make the headboard crack. You mewl loudly, and biting at your clenched fist doesn’t help because the sound still leaks out, raw and pitchy and desperate.

His other hand fists your hair, yanking your head back until your neck arches for him. He licks a slow stripe up your skin before whispering, “Oh, you like that? Got so tight when I said his name, baby,” he taunts, his voice rough and ragged. “Want me to get him in here so he can watch me fuck you? Think you could take us both at once?”

“N-no!” you squeak, mortified by the very suggestion as a rush of heat surges to your cheeks. But the fantasy comes to life in your head against your will, and you feel your clench hard around him at the thought.

You whimper his name, barely coherent, not with his cock dragging along your sensitive walls like this, and he laughs, low, mean, and utterly delighted. 

“Not helping your case here, babe,” he thrusts deeper, meaner. “You liked that, huh? What, you thinking about it now? Want him to see the mess you make for me?” he whispers, hot against your skin. 

Your breath hitches and he grins. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t really call him.”

He kisses your cheek, unusually sweet for someone fucking you this cruelly. 

I like his version more. He sounds cuter.