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this is something i wrote a while ago. i was working on it and it’s kind of what i imagined for the plot but since you guys want some sukugo omegaverse and since i haven’t post on here in a while i might show it to you!

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gojo’s that kind of omega who’s just too comfortable with his own sexuality. he’s used to being adored, spoiled and passed around like he was born to be worshipped. every alpha that crosses his path ends up losing their mind over him and he loves it, ofc! (whore)

one night, he’s coming back from a wild party in a nearby town, still smelling faintly of sex. he’s drunk and somehow takes a wrong turn along the road. his phone is dead, the rain starts pouring and suddenly he’s completely lost in the woods.

half-drunk and half-drenched, his suppressant patch starts slipping off from the water and heat, letting his pheromones spill into the air. he spots it a massive, half-hidden house sitting deep in the forest then.

he knocks on the door, just wanting to get out of the rain and when it creaks open. that’s when sukuna appears!! towering, shirtless, covered in scars and tattoos.

sukuna hates people. hates omegas, especially the pretty, spoiled ones who think they can play games. and gojo? he’s exactly that.

at first, he wants to throw gojo out, maybe even snap his neck for stepping into his space uninvited. but then gojo looks up at him with his wet hair clinging to his face and something in sukuna’s chest literally flipped.

and that’s it. sukuna’s instincts go wild. that scent gojo’s releasing was making him crazy. it’s been years since anyone’s stirred anything in him.

they end up fucking that night..(obvs)…

but then when sukuna wakes up the next morning, gojo’s gone. absolutely no trace, just sheets that still has his pheromones scent on.

and for the first time in years, sukuna leaves his little cozy house and goes walking straight into the city.

crowds, noise, chaos..all the things he hates. but he doesn’t care. he’s doing it for one reason only: to find gojo.

yall this is one of my fav dynamics honestly!!!

jock!sukuna is a college athlete—maybe football or basketball—super competitive and cocky asf. he’s popular on campus, everyone knows him and he kinda thrives on the attention. he’s good at almost any sport, but studying is not his thing at all. he hates studying, his grades totally suck, which is why he’s always at some party or just hanging out with friends. there’s always a girl with him every night and he really of loves the thrill of being noticed and desired by everyone around him.

nerd!gojo has zero popularity, he’s a little awkward and totally used to being underestimated. he’s super smart, patient and observant. he’s more comfortable with books and experiments than parties. he’s a night owl, loves coffee and is obsessed with digimon!! he sucks at any kind of sport. he barely goes out (not because he only has one friend or anything like that) he’s just stiff and reserved, that’s all. he prefers staying in and studying anyway. he doesn’t get why people would go to parties just to get wasted and not remember anything the next morning.

how they start to know each other:

1. satoru was assigned to tutor sukuna because he was struggling to keep up with both sports and classes and that’s how they got close.

2. they were roommates at first and sukuna was absolutely pissed to share his dorm with satoru because he found him so boring and extremely uncool, while satoru thought sukuna was way too eccentric and distracting—especially when he’d drag his teammates or some girl into their room at night, or bother satoru while he was trying to study.

as a couple omg they’re just so cute—i can imagine them all cuddled up together in their dorm, satoru rambling about some random fun fact that sukuna pretends to care about just because he loves hearing him talk, asking questions here and there and humming sometimes to show satoru that he’s really listening and sukuna telling satoru he should try some sports too, offering to help him. satoru really doesn’t want to, but he says ‘sure’ just to make sukuna smile.

yes, they do it all just to make each other happy!!!

i kinda imagine it with a bit of angst too (yh sorry 😓), like sukuna not wanting everyone to know he’s with gojo (because of his thug reputation), so when people ask why he spends so much time with that nerd, he always says, ‘he helps me study, that’s all,’ or ‘he’s just my roommate.’ (just my roommate my ass)

when his teammates start picking on gojo, sukuna just watches with hurt in his eyes but feels powerless to do anything about it.

then gojo grows tired of hiding it—telling him that he hates how sukuna acts like he doesn’t exist in front of everyone. wanting to be open and not just some secret.

so gojo starts pulling away a little, making sukuna realize he can’t keep him hidden forever.

+18. MDNI!! i know i’ve neglected this blog for a little, but i’m back now! also, this is not rlly proofread..sorry:\

gojo laughed, head tipping back as sukuna’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down closer. the room smelled faintly of alcohol and the cheap takeout they’d forgotten on the counter. their lips pressed together hard, teeth clashing just a little and gojo bit back a groan when sukuna’s tongue darted out to taste him. he was drunk, yeah, probably more than he should be, but so was sukuna and somehow that made everything feel dangerously electric.

they were just roommates. that was the ridiculous part. just two guys, who shared the same apartment for almost 6 months now, same dumb habits, same nights of careless drinking and terrible tv shows.

but tonight, something had shifted.

maybe it was the fourth bottle of cheap whiskey. maybe it was the way sukuna had leaned over him with that arrogant smirk, or the way gojo’s own lips had been itching to kiss him all night. whatever it was, there was no stopping to it now.

gojo pressed harder into sukuna’s mouth, teeth grazing the corner of his lips as he kissed him with all the strength he had left. sukuna grunted low in his chest, his hands moving with precision as they slid down to satoru’s ass and took a firm grip on it. “you’re drunk,” sukuna muttered against his mouth.

“so are you,” gojo whispered, grinning into the kiss. his hands roamed over sukuna’s chest, tracing the curve of his muscles, before sliding lower, brushing against the waistband of his pants. sukuna hissed and tugged gojo’s hips closer.

they fumbled with each other, fingers undoing buttons and zippers, the apartment spinning slightly around them. gojo’s heart was hammering, adrenaline and lust tangled together and he was loving every second of it. he could feel sukuna’s arousal pressing into him. he licked a line along sukuna’s jaw before letting his hand wander lower, fingers ghosting over the bulge in his pants.

“fuck, satoru…” sukuna muttered. “don’t fuckin’ tease me.”

“oh i’m not teasing,” gojo said, grazing his teeth lightly along sukuna’s neck. his hand wrapped around the thick of sukuna’s length, pressing firmly into his palm. then gojo decided to do something bold—he cupped his own dick too with the same hand, stroking both their dicks together. he moved slowly at first, just enough to hear sukuna’s sharp inhale, then picked up the pace. sukuna bucked, trying to pull away, but gojo held him close, letting him bite back. sukuna groaned, a sharp, filthy sound, caught between frustration and need.

sukuna went quiet for just a second, stunned. gojo’s fingers squeezed and stroked, teasing, driving them both wild.

“what the fuck are you do—” sukuna started, voice sharp but it broke into a low, guttural whimper as gojo tightened his grip slightly, moving both of them in sync. the sudden, bold pressure made sukuna arch against him, biting down on his own lip, hissing, the words dissolving into desperate moans.

“it feels so good,” gojo murmured, smirking, letting his fingers glide along them, the warmth and weight of both lengths in his hand driving him wild. sukuna’s hands tangled in gojo’s hair again, tugging, growling and cursing, all in that perfectly dirty way that made gojo shiver. gojo loved it when sukuna got like this—cocky and dirty-mouthed, trying to act like he was in control while gojo held all the power with just one hand.

their breathing was ragged, chests pressing together, lips still locked in a messy, hungry kiss. gojo leaned back a little, letting sukuna rest against him, moans spilling out of both of them as he kept stroking and cupping, feeling the tension build between them. sukuna’s fingers traced along gojo’s sides, teasing, scratching lightly, his own strokes getting faster as he finally let himself go with a guttural growl, cumming hard in gojo’s hand.

“shit, satoru!” sukuna gasped, his teeth clenching, “fuck it’s too much. stop fuckin’ squeeze like that.”

“i know,” gojo said, biting back a laugh against sukuna’s jaw. “but you love it—look at how you’re still spasming in my hand.”

and he was right. sukuna’s cock was still rock hard in satoru’s hand.

gojo let himself get lost in the feeling, keeping both their dicks stroked together, letting the room fill with groans and the wet sounds of skin against skin. he kept the strokes steady and soon he followed sukuna, moaning low, his release filling his own hand too.

“fucking hell,” sukuna muttered, his pride breaking. “you’re insatiable.”

gojo smiled at him. “can’t help it,” he said teasingly. “especially with you.”

eventually, they collapsed against each other, the smell of alcohol and sex filling the apartment. “don’t think this changes anything between us,” sukuna whispered.

“don’t worry,” gojo muttered, “i don’t plan on it.”

gojo sucking sukuna’s cock. 🔞

gojo stroking both of their cocks in his hand.🔞

satoru kneels between sukuna’s legs, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “you look so eager already, can’t wait to be in my mouth, huh?” he teases, eyes flashing as he wraps a hand around sukuna’s cock. sukuna growls, grabbing a fistful of satoru’s hair and pulling him closer. “shut the fuck up. you better not fuckin’ tease me, you little shit,” he snarls, voice low and harsh. “i’ll make you regret it.”

satoru hums, letting his tongue run over the tip, flicking it against the slit. “oh? what, you gonna punish me?” he smirks up at sukuna. “cute. but i don’t get scared easy, king.”

sukuna hisses, cock twitching under satoru’s mouth, one hand tightening in his hair while the other claws at the sheets. “shut the fuck up. let’s see how big you can talk with your fuckin’ mouth full.” sukuna tightens his grip in satoru’s hair and pushes his cock deep in his throat, making satoru gag violently. tears prick at the corners of his eyes from how big sukuna is, but he keeps going, humming and gripping sukuna’s hips, relentless.

“fuck…you make such pretty little sounds while choking on my cock,” sukuna growls, voice rough, hips snapping. “fuckin’ love hearing you gag, little shit. c’mon suck on it harder.”

satoru swallows and hums around him, smirking despite the tears. “mhmh, fuck if i do. and just wait till you fuck me—i’m loud as fuck too.”

sukuna curses, thrusting into satoru’s mouth, hips snapping like he’s punishing him. satoru moans around him, hands gripping the base, swirling his tongue over the tip, taking him deeper, not giving an inch. “shit, you’re so dirty, cocky little prick…i’ll ruin you,” sukuna growls, pushing harder, leaning down to whisper in satoru’s ear.

gojo smirks, muffled around him, “yeah? would love for you to try.”

sukuna’s hips stutter, cock twitching violently as satoru keeps sucking, sliding his tongue flat, hollowing, swirling, dragging teeth lightly over the sensitive underside. “fuuuck…you greedy little mouth, i swear—” sukuna curses, hands in satoru’s hair, pulling him even harder and closer, “take all of me, slut. make me cum in that pretty mouth.”

satoru hums, steady, relentless, riding sukuna’s cock with his mouth, eyes flashing cockily. “that’s it, cum on my tongue, want all of it. don’t hold back, kuna, please.”

sukuna groans, body shaking, voice breaking, “yeah…f-fuck…i’m gonna…shit…you little bastard…”

satoru swallows every twitch, every groan, gagging hard, tears running down his cheeks from how deep he’s taking sukuna’s cock, teasing the tip, taking him deeper again. sukuna’s body shudders, chest heaving, until he finally spills, hips jerking, groaning filthy, “f-fuck…shit…satoru…slow down…fuck!

but gojo doesn’t stop, he keeps his mouth working, swallowing everything, letting sukuna flood him completely, not wasting a single drop.

sukuna groans, “fucking hell…that’s it…take it all, you little shit…swallow every single fuckin’ drop.”

and gojo does. he keeps his lips wrapped tightly around sukuna, tongue sliding over the sensitive shaft, throat working hard as he swallows every last drop. refusing to let any slip, every twitch. he hums and moans softly around sukuna, letting him fill gojo completely.

when sukuna finally slows, chest heaving, hands gripping the sheets, satoru pulls back just enough to lick the remaining slick from his lips and chin, smirking up at him. sukuna pants, body trembling, eyes dark and hooded, veins pulsing as he catches his breath.

“shit…damn…you little bastard,” he rasps, dragging a hand through his hair, still flushed and shaking from the intensity. satoru leans closer, brushing a kiss along sukuna’s hip, teasing, watching him come down from the high, every ragged breath and groan a mark of how thoroughly he’s conquered him.

satoru smirks up at him, cocky as always. “done? or you want round two? hm? maybe this time i’ll let you fuck me.”

sukuna can barely breathe, still shivering from the intensity, utterly spent—but when satoru dares to offer something like that, how could he possibly think to refuse?

he could say no when satoru is challenging him, but he can’t let him think he has such weak stamina.

he can’t let satoru win.

he really can’t refuse.

so he doesn’t.

“all fours. on the bed. now.”