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“Fuck–” 120 Chamber, heaven. Care OP.”
No matter how much Suguru finds it ridiculous, he finds everything Satoru does endearing even if it’s playing this stupid FPS game since 8 o’clock in the morning. According to Satoru, the ‘Act’ was ending and he wanted to grind back to Immortal three. He’s been at it the whole week. Suguru wakes up to him in front of the computer and goes to bed with him still sitting in front of it. He’s either playing alone or playing with Ryoumen and Choso—which was worse because the three of them would play until 3am, talking loudly in their call.
It’s fine, really. Much better than Satoru cheating on him (which he will certainly NOT do because in his head, Suguru is his wife and he has no plans of letting him go). Plus, he’s occupied like this, just sitting in their room like a total loser, not doing anything remotely stupid that could potentially piss him off.
But Suguru, like any normal human being, has needs. Needs that are not being met because his boyfriend is too busy engaging in gun fights instead of being balls deep inside of him.
“They’re in backsite” Satoru says to his team voice chat. How about you do something about my backsite? The fuck?
So that’s how he finds himself on his lap, watching him play his silly little game.
“Look at my kills baby, I’m top fragging” he proudly says, smiling widely. “Yes, good job” he praises, reaching a hand up to scratch his scalp like he was a damn dog.
Technically, he was. Suguru could ask him to bark and he would without any questions. He was pretty sure if Satoru had a tail, it’d be wagging right now.
“Are you almost done?” He asks, nuzzling his face inside the crook of the alpha’s neck in hopes for some attention. “Hmm, I don’t know. We’re 9-8 right now. I hope we win because if we don’t, I’m seriously gonna kill myself.”
“Don’t say that.”
That means Satoru’s most likely gonna take another 20 minutes from how close the match was. Ugh.
He doesn’t usually do this but desperate times call for desperate measures!
“‘Toru…” he purrs, “Can’t you just turn off your game right now?” Purposely releasing his pheromones into the air for Satoru to get the damn message.
“Can’t, baby, it’s compe.”
He fights the urge to just throw the alpha’s headphones across the room so instead, he straddles the other’s lap, facing him. Hopefully he’ll—
“Baby, don’t move too much please, I can’t see.”
I hope you lose this match.
Satoru rested his chin on the omega’s shoulder, eyes still focused on his monitor, his fingers danced across his keyboard with practiced precision. Oblivious to the other man’s restlessness and slowly building irritation.
He literally has this beautiful omega on his lap yet he still chooses to play Valorant.
God, what a loser.
Suguru wants to fuck him even more.
Any other day, Satoru would have him pressed down against the desk but once he has this game set up, it’s as if he had been programmed to focus on that and that only. Suguru could set the house on fire and he would only ask if it was getting a little too hot or was it just him.
Despite his initial annoyance, there’s something about Satoru being in his element that just makes him want to tie his hair up and kneel down. Leaned back against his chair with bored eyes, tongue darting out every once in a while to wet his lips. Casually killing and getting headshots with ease. He won’t admit it but that’s exactly his type.
Suguru even tried the game a few times for him. Satoru had begged him, saying how it’s a great bonding moment for them.
It was alright (He cried because he got stuck on a 1v5 and everyone was shouting). Satoru buys him the pretty skins, carries him using a smurf account, and defends him from shit talkers. So yeah, it was alright. But he’s not batshit crazy over it like Satoru is.
“Is it not done yet?” He almost whines, continuing to nuzzle against the crook of his neck.
“No, we went overtime, 12-12. I’ll try to finish this, you know me” he smirks, pressing a kiss to his cheek as a promise.
Fuck this honestly.
He lifts himself up slightly, earning a grunt from the alpha underneath him from his view being obstructed. If he wasn’t so horny he would have strangled him. Hands reaching under his skirt, he pulls down his panties before sitting back down on his lap.
“Babe, try not to move. You know how overtime is–” what are you doing?”
Oh so now you care.
“Focus on your game” he says, more of a command really, as he tries to get his hands past the waistband of his alpha’s shorts.
“But–”
“Focus on your game, Satoru.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After a few seconds of fumbling around, he manages to get his cock out of his boxers.
Semi-hard, already? Pathetic.
“If you look away from your monitor, I’ll stop. You understand?” He leans back a bit, waiting for a response.
Satoru slowly nods.
“I said, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
This position gives the alpha a good view of his cunt, all wet, all ready for him but he’s wasting it on some game? Cool.
Biting his lower lip, he starts touching himself, letting out whimpers as he does so, making sure to sound whiny and loud. If Satoru wants to play, he’ll play too. He takes his time, fingers running across his folds, moving on to his clit after. “Fuck, Satoru…” he breathlessly moans, throwing his head back.
Satoru audibly swallows, eyes darting down to look at the view– “Eyes up. Do that again and I’ll stop” and he obediently does so, his breathing becoming irregular as he tries to focus on his game.
“Baby, don’t do this to me-“
“Shut up.”
He carefully slides a finger in, a whiny moan escaping his lips. “Could’ve been you doing this but you chose to focus on your game instead” he says in between moans, a second finger joining the first one inside.
Curling his fingers just right, he finds the exact spot that makes him see stars, continuing to press against it. With his other hand he lifts the hem of his shirt, biting on to it, giving the alpha a good view of him. Suguru starts to massage his own chest, flicking and pulling on his nipples. Damn you, Satoru.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, closing his eyes as he feels himself getting closer to the edge, he adds another finger. Obscene sounds filled the room from how wet Suguru was, slick pouring out of him like a faucet. Despite having headphones on, Satoru could hear it.
He was fully hard now, the tip leaking pre-cum continuously.
He squirms in his seat, unable to focus on his game while his omega touches himself in front of him. In his mind, he’s apologizing to every sin he has made and every mistake he had done to whoever was listening because this was killing him.
If he does die, he wishes to die with him inside Suguru. That’s the only way he’ll go.
Honestly, he can easily just bend Suguru over his desk and fuck him but he won’t.
He wants to be good.
Good for Suguru.
So he won’t.
Yet.
For now, he’ll endure it. Suffer a little because he believes in the quote ‘no pain, no gain’ by whoever the fuck said it. Aristotle? Whatever, he needs pussy and that’s all that matters right now. And maybe he just gets off on the sick thrill of Suguru just bossing him around or Suguru denying him, who knows?
Suguru’s actually quite amused by how much Satoru is restraining himself, continuing to play like he’s not sprawled out in front of him, fingering himself. But the lip biting, sweating, and shaky hands were a dead giveaway.
Pulling out his fingers, he positions himself over the alpha’s cock, aligning it against his hole. “If you stop, I’ll stop,” he reminds him, earning a small nod. He slowly sinks down, inch by inch, mouth agape as a silent moan escapes him. He needed this. He can hear Satoru’s breath hitch, a shaky exhale following after.
He fully drops down, letting out a wanton moan. He really needed this.
He looks over his shoulder and sees Satoru’s character has stopped moving, pressed up against the wall while his teammates engage in gun fights. “Why aren’t you moving, baby? Told you to play, didn’t I?” He threatens to lift himself up which makes Satoru immediately continue playing, “you’re so unfair” he mutters.
“So?”
Suguru lets himself adjust for a moment, grinding forwards and backwards to get used to the fullness because no matter how many times they do this, he still can’t get used to his size. Placing his hands on Satoru’s shoulders, he leans in and exaggeratedly lets out moans and whimpers in his ear.
Lifting his hips up until it was just the tip of his cock inside, he slams down, directly moaning into the alpha’s ear. “Feel so full…so big, Toru…you always fill me up so well..” he whines, bouncing up and down with such need and intensity. “Need you so bad, Alpha…” he cries out, nipping around his scent gland.
Satoru still manages to hold out, praying to every saint there is.
He was stuck in a 1v5 situation, the score being 15-14 now. Fuck he needs to win this, needs to get this over with because if he loses this round, he’s gonna lose his mind. He can’t take another round with Suguru bouncing up and down on his dick like he was some dildo. He feels a bead of sweat rolling down on his forehead as he tries to focus on the screen and not the omega on him. If he wins this, he’ll rank up to Immortal three and he gets to finally fuck Suguru. If he loses, he’ll lose rr and potentially get a lose streak the next time he plays and derank– but he might be able to still fuck Suguru.
He still prefers option one though. Loser.
With determination, he locks in and tries to ignore Suguru who he knows is purposefully moaning loudly just to distract him and it’s working, successfully. It doesn’t help that he’s clenching down on him tightly too. What a tease. He’ll deal with him later.
“Alpha… so mean… neglecting your omega… I-I should be your priority– fuck, not some stupid game.”
1 kill.
“Needed you… but you were busy.” He can hear the pout in his tone. Suguru dug his nails in his shoulders through his shirt, wanting to leave marks. He pressed kisses in his neck, licking over his scent gland this time.
2 kills.
Suguru starts bouncing up and down faster, clenching tighter around Satoru as if he wants to keep him buried inside of him. He looks down and moans at the sight of a bulge poking out of his belly, pressing his hand down against it. “So big… I can feel you over here, Toru. Wish you could see..”
3 kills. 4 kills.
Just one more.
One more.
“Want your knot, Alpha.”
5 kills.
Victory.
He grabs his headphones and throws them across the room, he doesn’t even bother closing his game and shutting off his computer. He picks Suguru up by his thighs and presses him down against his desk. “Fuck!” He curses out, pushing the omega’s knees against his chest, he pulls all the way out, leaves just the tip inside her tight entrance only to slam back in. Suguru could only let out moans from how this position was directly hitting the right spots. “I won, baby–I’m Immortal three again,” he says in between pants. He grabs the omega by his chin, turning his head to make him look at the monitor. “I’m the match MVP too, 45 kills.”
“G-good job, Toru-“ he moans out the praise, trying to grip on the desk from how rough Satoru was being, almost falling off. “You did– you did so well, so good-“ he let out a choked sob at one particular thrust, unshed tears in his eyes from the pleasure he was feeling. All he could think about right now was being bred, being knotted, Satoru. Knot. Knot. Knot. Kn-
“Yeah?” He groans, leaning over to capture Suguru’s lips in a kiss. His tongue immediately slips in, licking into his mouth, swallowing every sound Suguru made. The omega couldn’t even kiss him back properly, leaving his mouth open as he moaned from each thrust he received.
“Satoru- Satoru, I’m close– fuck- I’m close, baby, please..!” He sobs, clawing at Satoru’s back as he continues to beg.
“What does my baby need? Tell me. Tell Alpha.”
“Knot. Want knot– want your knot- want Alpha’s knot” he pathetically cries out, tears running down his cheeks. “Please- want your knot. Want it, give it to me-“
Satoru being the bastard he is, basks in his state, wanting to tease him. “Yeah? Baby wants to be knotted? Wants to bred?” If Suguru wasn’t so knot-hungry, he would have reached over and punched him but all he can do right now is plead, completely at his mercy. It’s crazy how Suguru was the one in control earlier but now he’s being fucked with every inch of his life, reduced to a pleading and desperate mess.
He frantically nods his head, “Baby wants it. Baby needs it.”
He keeps the omega’s knees pressed up against his chest, continuing to thrust roughly into him with much more intensity. “It’s not even your heat yet you’re begging for it like a bitch in need of it.” Suguru could feel him knocking against his cervix with each thrust, only letting out whines and babbles, unable to think of anything besides Satoru and the cock inside him.
His voice gets higher in pitch, feeling a familiar sensation pooling in his lower belly. Fuck. “Satoru–Satoru pull out for a second- I’m gonna piss.”
“Nah, that’s not piss” he grins wickedly.
He lifts the omega up again, not even pulling out as he gracelessly drops him down on the bed. He didn’t wanna get his computer wet, you know? Shit took too long to build and cost him a lot, he doesn’t wanna risk his set up getting squirted on but he’ll happily be the one being the recipient instead.
Suguru’s on all fours, cheek pressed against the sheets with his ass raised while Satoru mounted him from behind, keeping his unforgiving pace. He’s determined to make his omega come on his cock, using the sounds he made as his motivation to keep going. One hand reaching across his back, he grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his head back, creating a beautiful arch. This angle felt more intense, Suguru felt like his nerves were heightened even more.
He doesn’t even realize it but he’s clenching down on Satoru’s length, thighs shaking as wetness spurts out of him. A high pitched whine escapes his throat, his eyes shutting tight from the intensity of his orgasm, feeling the oversensitivity starting to build up because Satoru doesn’t even stop or slow down. “That’s fucking nasty, baby” the alpha groans, giving his ass a hard smack. His knot starts to form at the base, threatening to push past his entrance.
Finally! Suguru’s been craving for this for a whole week now and now he’s finally getting it. He sobs as he tries to accommodate the knot that’s slowly inching inside of him. Satoru takes his time, wanting to be careful and not hurt him. Leaning down to whisper praises in Suguru’s ear, “Taking me so well, just a little bit more. You’re doing so good for me.”
“Knot– Alpha knot-“
“I got you, baby. Alpha’s got you.”
His knot finally catches, immediately pumping him full of his seed. His omega keens at the sensation, purring and releasing more of his pheromones in the air. Satoru presses a trail of kisses along his shoulder before biting down on his mark, solidifying their bond.
“I love you, Suguru” he pants out, resting his forehead on his shoulder.
Suguru could only mumble incoherently before he passes out, not even waiting for Satoru’s knot to deflate and pull out.
When he wakes up hours later, he’s clean and wearing one of Satoru’s shirts. He must have cleaned him up when he was knocked out. The thought makes him smile but before he could stand up and look for him, Satoru walks in the bedroom holding a tray of food. “You’re awake,” he smiles, placing the tray on the bedside table.
“How are you feeling? Talk to me.” His voice was soft, a stark contrast to how he was earlier. Satoru sits down on the bed and reaches over to brush a couple strands of hair away from his face. Damn Satoru and his ability to make Suguru a blushing mess. Moments like this remind Suguru why he fell in love with him in the first place.
“I’m okay, just a bit sore” he croaks out, voice hoarse from earlier.
Satoru hums at that, “I made soup,” he gestures to the tray on the bedside table. “And I’m also heating up your hot compress.” Suguru couldn’t stop himself from smiling at that, he cups Satoru’s cheek and caresses it with his thumb. “Thank you for taking care of me, Satoru. Sorry I distracted you while playing…”
“You’re always welcome and don’t worry about it, it was hot. Here, let me feed you.”
Suguru feels warmth and affection surge through him, “I love you.”
“I love you.” Satoru responds, blowing on a spoonful of soup,
“Wanna watch me play one match after this—”
“No more games today.”
“Yes, ma’am.”