Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru | Modern AU | Oneshot: 2,059 Words
Tags: Established Relationship. Long-Term Relationship. Domestic Intimacy. After Work Sex. Porn With Feelings. Porn With Plot. Emotional Intimacy. Teasing. Praise Kink. Soft Dom Geto Suguru. Needy Gojo Satoru. Top Geto Suguru. Bottom Gojo Satoru. Cuntboy Gojo Satoru. Boypussy Gojo Satoru. Fingering. Penetrative Sex. Clitoral Stimulation. Multiple Orgasms. Internal Ejaculation. Creampie. Marking (Hickeys). Messy Sex. Comfort Sex. Stress Relief. Cuddling. Mutual Love Confessions.
TW: Explicit Sexual Content. Graphic Sexual Acts. Penetration. Body Fluids. Power Play (Consensual). Teasing Despite Verbal Resistance. Exhaustion / After Work Sex. NSFW Themes—Minors DO NOT Interact! 🔞
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Gege Akutami. This work is a non-canon AU. Characters may be portrayed OOC for narrative and erotic purposes. This work depicts consensual adult sexual relationships only. No endorsement of real-world harmful behavior is intended.
Been dating since high school—almost a decade—makes them know the goods and the flaws each other have, including which parts will turn the others to squirm underneath whenever they are making out—or maybe, making love.
As for today, after having a long rough day, which is extremely exhausting—had to finished his special rank missions, giving lectures to his students, meetings as the clan head—Satoru usually just throws away his shoes near the entrance door, unbuttoning the first three of his shirt, walks towards the couch inside their living room and throws himself on it.
He will wait for Suguru to come home while he is whining and rolling his body on the couch like a sulky brat. And when Suguru opens the door, he sees the way Satoru lies down on the couch, pouting his lips as his hands spread widely—wanting to receive a hug and kisses from his lover.
Suguru is giving what he wants—pulls him into his embrace and kissing him all over his face. Not only that, Suguru also bought his favorite sweets on the way home and, of course, kikufuku, without Satoru’s knowing.
After both of them finished their dinner—Suguru’s the one cooking for them—and showered, they spent their time cuddling on their king-sized bed, being covered by a blanket to keep them warm.
Satoru loves it a lot when he snuggles against Suguru’s broad chest, sighing and purring just like a cat as Suguru’s hand rubbing his back to make him feel relaxed. He can feel the warmth and the smell of Suguru’s body. It is so intoxicating, yet so relaxing.
Suguru knows exactly that his lover is exhausted from his work, but it does not stop his tease. At first, it seems like he only wants to make Satoru’s body to relaxed. However, his hand is slowly running down Satoru’s back to his waist, squeezing it gently. He pulls him closer and gives a lot of small kisses on his neck, making Satoru feels the tingle on his skin.
“I’m tired,” Satoru says, knowing Suguru’s intention behind his innocent smile.
Suguru’s breath brushes against his skin.
Satoru’s remark is not going to stop him from kissing his neck to be more passionate. His tongue slides up and down Satoru’s skin, in a very subtle movement. Being teased like this, a soft moans escape from Satoru’s lips. Of course, he can not resist Suguru’s touch—especially since he always knows how to make him feel good.
“Mmh… Not today, Suguru…”
Still, Suguru is not going to stop. He gives more kisses on his neck, moving down slowly to his collarbone while his hand shifts from his waist, slipping under Satoru’s white t-shirt. Slowly, he rubs his stomach up to his chest, and the tip of his fingers are teasing his nipples alternately.
Suguru does not want to wait. He missed how those glossy lips of his lover’s feel. The way he shuts him up so sudden with a gentle kiss makes those bright beautiful sapphire eyes widen.
The kiss turns to be more passionate as their tongue start their battle, crashing against each other inside their mouth, kissing as if there is no tomorrow. When Satoru closes his eyes and pulls Suguru’s nape closer to deepen their kiss, Suguru takes it as a sign for them to continue making out.
However, this long haired man likes to play dirty. The hand on his lover’s chest slowly shifts downward. His fingertips gently tracing Satoru’s stomach, down to his waist, to his hips, and finally squeezing his peachy-looking ass.
Suguru is not done yet. He continues downward, slipping under his shorts and gliding his middle finger between Satoru’s lips, making Satoru let out his groan as the tip of his finger reaches his clit.
Suguru growls as he feels the wetness of his cunt on his finger.
“Already this wet, baby?”
“Mmhh… It’s… It’s not like that…”
Suguru grins over his remarks. So, he glides his finger down from his clit, teasing his lips up and down, before he pushes his finger inside.
Satoru’s body seizes with pleasure. Between their kisses, a louder moan slips out from Satoru’s lips as he feels a long thick finger slides deeper inside him.
Suguru pulls away from their kisses and watches him with uncontrolled arousal in his eyes. And Satoru can see how hungry his lover looks in front of him.
“Suguru…! What are you- ngh…!”
The way his finger moves slowly, almost too slow, makes Satoru’s body shudders and squirms—as if his cunt is begging Suguru to stop teasing him like this.
Suguru pushes one more finger inside and starts to work his fingers in and out, reveling in the erotic squelching that fills the room. He spreads his fingers before slipping in a third, thick finger. Satoru stretches around him, conforming perfectly.
He focuses on thrusting his fingers in and out with slightly increased speed, spreading them occasionally. The small sounds of pleasure that slip past Satoru’s mouth are music to his ears. When he gets a particularly strong response, he hones in on that spot.
Suguru whispers a praise into his ear before he kisses it and licks his earlobe with his soft, warm tongue, while his lover is looking at him with hazy eyes.
“You’re so tight. Yet, so slippery. So wet for me, baby.”
He whines as Suguru pumps his fingers into him with a slow ease—again. Groaning softly as he watches with dim eyes.
“N-not enough… Need you inside, Suguru…”
Satoru is softly grinding against his hand, letting out the prettiest whimpers and whines.
Suguru is pleased with how pliant he is in his hands, satisfied enough to pull his fingers from his tight walls.
“Didn’t you say you’re tired?”
He feels the emptiness inside his cunt when he pulls out his fingers away. Worst, Suguru is teasing him again with his words when he knows exactly that his hole is begging for his cock to fuck him senseless.
“Your fingers… They’re not enough…”
And so, Satoru brings his hand to reach his bulge, rubbing it with his long, slender, pale fingers—as if trying to tease his lover to give in to him.
Oh, only if he knows how he looks in Suguru’s eyes.
Suguru is overcome with arousal. He pulls Satoru’s hand from his bulge, shoving down the loose band of his sweats and freeing his cock. Soon, he places a hand onto his base, while his other hand is lifting up Satoru’s thigh. He lightly tapping his leaky tip onto his cunt, causing Satoru to whine.
The tip of his cock sliding up and down his lips — refusing to give Satoru what he aches for.
As if knowing that he will not give in easily, Satoru pulls out his last card. Looking at him with his quivering lips and begging for what he wants.
Suguru grins against him, watching his eyes closes, biting his lower lip as he presses his tip against his entrance—teasing him in the slightest.
Satisfied with his whines, his grin is getting wider. And slowly he pushes past his entrance.
“Ssh… Shit. You take me so well as always, love.”
Suguru starts to move slowly, pulling out almost infinitesimally, before pushing back in. His thrusts slowly begin to become longer.
He thrusts deeply, he faintly pulls out before pushing back in. Satoru’s cunt feels so warm, clamping onto his as if he does not want to let go. And so, Suguru keeps thrusting into his hole repeatedly, while Satoru is not coherent enough to answer him, so he just nods.
Satoru gasps as the thrusts he feels inside starting to increase its pace. Also, the way Suguru lifts up his thigh higher to give him an easier access to make his thrusts go deeper, digging his hole mercilessly.
“Shh… Relax. Just let me do all the work, baby.”
Satoru cannot help but cry out a whiny, “S-Suguru!” when his lover change his thrusts to be shallower, but they hit a part inside of him that has his eyes rolling back into his head. Each hard thrust fucks a noise out of him.
“F-fuck, Satoru! Your pussy’s begging for my cock, huh? You’re so needy, doll.”
Satoru’s common sense is nowhere to be seen, as his lover keeps teasing his sloppy cunt with his big fat cock. It begins to clench rhythmically around the cock inside of him, attempting to entice Suguru into reaching his peak.
He growls over Satoru’s heat and passionately marks on Satoru’s neck, giving him a lot of hickeys on the surface of Satoru's soft, pale skin, as he shifts his hips, going back to fucking Satoru as deep as he can.
Satoru can only cry out his pleasure and his tears finally spill over. Suguru slides his other hand down from holding his midsection until he reaches his clit. He begins to rub it in time with his thrusts. Satoru feels a rush of warmth shoot up his spine, causing him to arch his back.
He wants to slam into Satoru’s dripping cunt over and over until he is collapse.
Satoru gasps. He leans in and pulls Suguru into a heated kiss, teeth and tongue and muffled moans mingling as their lips collide.
Suguru groans, and Satoru feels the coil in his belly start to unravel at his voice alone, deep and husky and needy all at once.
His thighs are quivering as he near his high, and the twitch of Suguru’s cock tells him he is close to follow.
“S-suguru, I… I’m close… H-hahh…”
“Ngh—shit. You’re so good for me, baby.”
Suguru thrusts him faster. His hand is rubbing Satoru’s clit in circles, mercilessly massaging it, and he cannot stop the moans that escape him.
“W-wait…! Too fast… Eunghh…!”
“Oh, fuck,” he rasps, “fuck, baby.”
He bites down on Satoru’s shoulder as he cries harder, with his hips arching up while Suguru’s cock spasming inside.
“So good for me,” Suguru praises, kissing the spot he bit.
“Come for me, baby. Let your sweet juices dripping over my cock.”
Satoru’s body is seizing up as his orgasm crashes over him, and he cums, his cunt is dripping and leaking out his sweet juices—a meager trickle of fluid escapes as his entire body quivers.
He is a complete mess. There are tears running down his face, and he is drooling. His mouth opens slightly, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to the bed.
But Suguru has not reached his peak, yet.
“H-hahh… Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so hard. Let me fill you with my seed, love.”
Suguru grunts, and with a few more thrusts, he is spilling his hot fluid inside, painting his walls white as Satoru chokes on a cry.
He groans as he pulls out of him. The loss of Suguru’s cock is filling him making him whimper.
God, only if he knew how cute he is right now.
And so, Suguru does as he say by pressing his lips against Satoru’s—letting them having their heated kiss—before he pulls away and wraps one arm around to pull him closer, and sniffles the crook of Satoru’s neck.
“How’s sex after work? Do you like it?”
Satoru whines, getting all shy as his lover knows him well—that he always pents up after a rough day and needs to be released.
“It’s heaven, honey,” Satoru leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead, “I love you.”
With a satisfied smile on his face, Suguru ruffles his hair gently as he keeps Satoru in his embrace.
“I love you too, doll. Let’s do it again next time.”
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