#top gojo

Satosugu office AU 💼

Tags: Ftm reader // Bottom reader // Top Gojo // Top Geto // Oral sex (reader receiving) // Vaginal fingering // Vaginal sex // Multiple orgasms // Hair pulling // Praise

Your classmates were annoying.

They loved to tease you every single chance they got.

You could almost call it bullying- almost . It didn’t really have the same malice, the same hatred that bullying did.

But the way they bothered you all the time…

You were absolutely tired of them.

Gojo called your name, over and over, but you paid him no mind. Just ignore him. He’ll lose interest eventually.

“Satoru, I think he’s gone deaf.” Geto said with that annoying smile of his.

Naturally, they continued annoying you, despite your lack of response. You didn’t even look at them, yet they somehow still didn’t lose their motivation.

Eventually, you huffed and got up, walking away from the two most annoying boys in the world.

Only for an arm to catch you across the waist and pull you straight into Gojo’s lap.

He had a strong grip, which was unexpected considering how slender he looked. Guess he didn’t brag about being ‘the strongest’ for no reason.

“Are you in a bad mood?” He cooed mockingly. He had the most annoying smirk on his face, and a quick glance confirmed that Geto did too.

You were not going to take their mockery, and you really weren’t in the mood for whatever this was supposed to be. You tried to get up, only for Gojo to tighten his grip. It didn’t hurt physically, but it was definitely a blow to your ego. “Would you just leave me alone already?” You grumbled irritably.

He shrugged, grinning like it was all some elaborate joke. “He’s just persistent.” Geto excused. As if it wasn’t both of them who were persistent in tormenting you.

Anything you had ever used for storage- lockers, cubbies, bags- were frequently filled with notes. Specifically heart-themed notes that would be filled with weird messages like:

“Roses are red

Green is the color of grass

Please wear tighter pants

They really bring out your ass”

You had no idea what the hell they were thinking or what their intentions were, but you were pretty sick of them.

“Let me go.” You demanded, pushing yourself as far as you could from Gojo’s body.

“What would be the fun in that?” Geto asked. He was just sitting on a nearby desk, looking amused.

Gojo leaned forward, putting his face way too close to yours. “We just want to have some fun with you.” He whispered seductively.

Seductively? Seductively? What the hell? You could feel your cheeks heating up, which was the last thing you needed in this situation. Being stuck on Gojo's lap while the two of them teased you was bad enough, and now you're blushing too? Your dignity is being torn to shreds.

“What?” You croaked out, quiet and broken-- traitorously revealing how that one little whisper had gotten to you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at either of them. But all of a sudden, you felt yourself being lifted, and now you were laying on a desk with Gojo’s arms on either side of you, trapping you in place.

“You heard me. We’ve been trying for so long, but you just never catch the hint. You almost made us think you hate us, you know.” Gojo complained, his voice whiny as he emphasized his frustration.

“Our fault, really. We should’ve been more direct.” Geto shrugged, trying and failing to seem casual. His smirk and the lilt in his voice betrayed just how smug the bastard was.

“You tormented me for all this time-” You started, ready to go off, only to be interrupted by Gojo's finger on your lips. “We were flirting with you.” He smiled at you, as if it all made perfect sense. Really, it made none at all.

Last time you checked, though, none of their behaviours counted as flirting. Hiding your uniform, stuffing your wallet with condoms, annoying you every chance they got. And a few other things you'd rather forget...

“I think we need to show him how much we like him.” Geto hummed, thrumming with excitement. “Oh, I’ve been waiting way too long for a chance.” Gojo laughed in response, immediately pulling your pants down-- how he managed to do it so quickly was beyond you.

“Gojo, what are you doing?” You asked, mortified. “Didn’t we tell you to call us by our first names?” He gently scolded, his finger running a vertical line across your crotch. Did he know? How did he find out? You never disclosed your anatomy to anyone. As far as anyone was aware, you were just a regular boy who happened to be on the shorter side. Yet, he didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised by the fact that he couldn’t feel a cock in your pants.

Gojo's fingers kept gliding over your clothed crotch, and his lips sealed yours. You could feel yourself get just a little wet at the sudden simulation-- how unfortunate, to get aroused from a prick like him. And how embarrassing, to already start getting wet with so quickly.

His tongue ran over your lips and he nipped at your bottom lip, but you didn’t let up. He pinched you and you gasped, and he immediately took the chance to swipe his tongue into your mouth.

He was practically stealing your breath away, and you tugged at his hair, wanting to breathe. He pulled away, with a string of saliva connecting your lips and his. “Don't be shy, pull harder.” He laughed. You shook your head, and he flashed a look to Geto. What the fuck was going on? Why the hell was Gojo doing this, and in front of Geto?

He pulled your underwear down and you barely had any time to react before his mouth was on your folds, licking desperately. You made some a surprised, pitchy noise and your back arched. Both involuntarily, your body moving before your mind could process. It was hard to control yourself. He seemed to be able to draw reactions out of you far too easily for your liking.

“Gojo, what the fuck?” You said, voice breathy but still laced with irritation-- immediately followed by you immediately squealing when he pinched your thigh hard . He glared at you from where he was situated between your legs, but didn’t bother pulling his mouth away from your folds to utter a single word.

“It’s Satoru.” Geto corrected. “He’s so mean, isn’t he?” His voice oozed with fake sympathy. Even the world's most oblivious idiot could see through him.

You were in a situation that was far too odd for your liking-- Gojo was on his knees in front of you, your thighs on his shoulders, and his face buried in your crotch. And Geto watching intently, his expression unusually stoic. It was unnerving. You would have never in a million years expected them to behave this way, to exhibit these manners that are so unlike them.

Gojo slid his tongue up and swirled it around your clit, and your hips bucked up. His eyes darkened and he started sucking your clit, making you produce all sorts of keening noises. His fingers slipped in, ignoring the resistance of your walls, and your eyelids forced themselves shut when his fingers started pushing and prodding inside you, searching. A needy, breathless moan left your lips as he found just what he was looking for.

“I can’t decide whether I wanna make you cum on my face, or if the first time I make you cum should be on my dick.” Gojo said breathlessly, unlatching his mouth for a few seconds to talk. His fingers continued curling inside you, attacking your g-spot with no mercy. How could he expect you to answer him like this? Especially to a question like that?

He didn’t wait for anyone to advise him though, simply going back to lapping at your pussy.

You moaned and subconsciously started grinding your hips. Even though you were the one being eaten out, he was groaning and moaning too, as though he was experiencing the very same pleasure. When you eventually gushed, you couldn’t tell which one of you was being louder.

He pulled away and you could finally feel how your legs were shaking-- not too hard, but it was definitely noticeable. You blinked your eyes open to find Geto sucking on Gojo’s fingers, the same fingers that were just inside you--.

His amethyst-like eyes were dark with what you could only assume with lust, his expression giving away how badly he wanted to devour you.

Gojo pulled his fingers out of Geto’s mouth with a wet pop and he walked back over to you. He grabbed your legs and put a leg on either side of his waist. All of a sudden you felt something intrude in your walls, making you grab at the sides of the desk. “Flip him over.” Geto commanded, and Gojo pulled out and flipped you on your stomach. He grabbed your hips, pushing your back down and lifting them up, making you arch your back.

You felt the intrusion again, making you want to press your face into something, just anything . He pushed his cock slowly into you, inch by inch. You don’t even know how much of it was in before you pressed your lips together and shut your eyes. You felt so full already, you didn’t know how the hell anything more was gonna fit. “I can’t take anymore.” You warned weakly. “Of course you can.” Gojo grunted, pushing more of himself inside you. You lowered your head and bit your lip, making him pull you backwards and lift your hips higher. “Can’t keep it arched, huh?” He sounded breathless, but still so fucking smug. By the time you felt his hips finally connect to your ass, you were seeing stars. You could feel how deep he was in you and it felt like too much already.

He pulled out slowly before pushing back in, and repeated several times, getting a little faster each time. His restraint eventually snapped and he just sped up, thrusting in and out of you so fast and so hard. You were moaning so damn loudly, gripping the edge of the desk for dear life.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So damn warm and wet-” Gojo babbled as he thrust. “You know you’re so fucking pretty, so fucking perfect- hah , you keep fluttering around me whenever I praise you. You like that?”

Of course he was the talkative type. You could hardly remark on it though, not when you were too busy getting your brain fucked right out of your skull.

His hand snaked down to your clit and every thought instantly evaporated into nothing.

It didn’t take long for you to cum after that, your walls clenching around him desperately as you cried out. “Squeezing me so fucking tight, fuck -” He whimpered before cumming in you.

He pulled out and let go of your hips, and you felt the warm liquid seep out. It was finally over, you finally got to rest after having two orgasms-

But then a finger swiped upwards, pushing the semen back into your hole. You didn’t recall Gojo’s fingers being so thick…?

“You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” Geto purred. Ah. Of course. That was Geto’s finger. You’d only noticed by sight, before, how Gojo had longer, thinner fingers whereas Geto had thicker ones. And now you got to feel it too.

His hand grabbed your hair and pulled it, making you yelp. “I asked you a question.” His voice was so cold . “Aren’t you gonna answer?” He was yanking your hair in such a way that he was forcing you to arch more- to the point where it hurt -, and you really didn’t want to find out what he would do if you didn’t answer.

“Yes!” You snapped, resulting in a sharp slap to your ass. “ I’ll be good for you, Suguru. Say that. And make it cute.” He commanded sharply. Wasn’t he the one talking about how mean Gojo was?

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you Suguru-” You said quickly, sounding breathless. He let go of your hair and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, making you flinch. “Good boy.” He whispered in your ear, his breath hot.

You barely had a warning before he slipped into you. Only the head was in, but you could already tell your earlier observations about their fingers applied to somewhere else, too.

He pushed into you slowly, and you felt like you were being split open. Your fingers gripped the edge of the desk roughly, desperate for reprieve.

His thrusts were painfully slow, making you really feel him stretching your walls. You whined, shifting your hips, only for him to squeeze them before holding them in place.

“You need something, baby?” His voice was low and seductive. He was being so mean earlier but he seemed so nice now. He pushed your hair away from your ear before putting his mouth directly on it. “C’mon, use your words.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning on your ear, causing you to shudder. “Can you..” Were you really about to ask him to fuck you faster? The same guy who’s been tormenting you ever since you entered this school?

“Can I what?” You could hear the grin in his voice, that bastard. “Go faster.” You finished your sentence. It was barely out of your mouth before he picked up speed, making you see white. All that could come out of your mouth was “oh my god”, and even then it was probably silent. He, like Gojo, was vocal, but he was still quieter than his friend.

You couldn’t tell which one of them was more unbearable; Gojo’s unnaturally deep thrusts coupled with his loud whimpers, or Geto’s abnormal stretch and temperamental treatment.

When his hips started stuttering, he immediately started massaging your clit, making you finish with him. Your stomach finally made contact with the desk, and you just rested your cheek on its hard surface as you panted. You could feel your thighs shake, feel their cum dripping out of your used cunt.

“So fucking hot. Damn, I should’ve brought my camera with me.” Gojo’s voice cut in. “You have a phone for a reason, don’t you?” Geto replied. “Well, yeah, but the quality .” He whined.

okay since uni brain fry is real and i’m literally forcing myself to stay up rn, i’ll just write a satosugu smut one shot 😛 cuz im happy ive gained a few viewers and it feels good lolz

18+ minors… dni 🤬

top!satoru x bottom!suguru.

The late afternoon sun slanted across the courts, painting the cracked concrete in warm orange shadow. The air was thick with summer heat, the kind that clung to skin and made shirts stick damp against spines. The last echoes of sneakers squeaking against the court had only just faded, the sound replaced by cicadas and the lazy flap of a half-torn banner advertising Jujutsu High’s intramural matches.

Gojo Satoru was still buzzing.

“Did you see that three-pointer?!” he barked, half laughing, arms spread wide as if the world should bow before his glory. His shirt was plastered to him with sweat, his white hair messy and damp at the temples, and his blindfold hung loose around his neck. His eyes gleamed like twin shards of summer sky as he turned to where Geto Suguru was toweling the sweat off his face.

“Unstoppable,” Satoru declared, grinning wide enough to split his face. “Un- stop- pable. They’ll be writing songs about that shot.”

Suguru sighed, though his lips twitched faintly. “It was luck.”

“Luck?” Satoru clutched his chest in mock offense, stumbling back a step as if wounded. “How dare you? That was pure skill. Years of honed talent. The peak of human evolution.”

“The peak of something,” Suguru muttered, slinging the towel around his shoulders. His long hair was tied up, strands sticking to his jawline from the heat. He looked calm, composed as if he hadn’t just played through a grueling match with Satoru shouting plays louder than the referee.

Satoru, of course, noticed the little smirk tugging at the corner of Suguru’s mouth. And he pounced on it.

“Ohhh, so you were impressed,” he drawled, stepping closer, sweat-slicked and glowing with adrenaline. “It’s okay to admit it, Suguru. Most people are when they witness greatness in motion.”

“I said luck.”

“But your smile said otherwise.”

Suguru arched a brow, unimpressed. “You’re hallucinating.”

“Mm, nope.” Satoru leaned in, shamelessly invading Suguru’s space, his grin sharp. “Your smile was basically screaming, ‘Wow, Satoru, you’re amazing, please, let me bask in your brilliance.’”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

Suguru rolled his eyes and started walking towards the locker room. “You’re insufferable.”

“Sexy, though,” Satoru quipped, trailing after him.

“Insufferably sexy,” he added for himself, because Suguru didn’t dignify it with a reply.

The locker room was empty, their teammates already gone, the showers still dripping faintly in the background. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, humming in the silence. Suguru, his shirt half unbuttoned leaned against a bench, unlacing his shoes slowly, methodically, while Satoru prowled restlessly like a caged animal still riding the high of victory.

“You know, it’s kinda unfair,” Satoru mused, peeling his damp shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside without care. His torso gleamed with sweat, skin flushed from exertion. “Not only am I the strongest sorcerer, I’m also the hottest guy on the court. Double threat.”

Suguru’s hands stilled on his laces. “You never shut up, do you?”

Satoru grinned, stepping closer, shadows stretching long across the tile. “Not when you’re listening.”

Suguru finally looked up at him, eyes dark, expression flat. “Who said I was?”

“Oh, come on, you always are.” Satoru leaned down, bracing one hand against the lockers beside Suguru’s head, the other gesturing loosely as he talked. “You pretend you’re not, with all your eye-rolls and sighs, but I know. You’re hanging on every word.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Suguru’s voice was sharp this time, his patience thinning.

Satoru only smirked wider, dipping his head closer until Suguru could feel the warmth radiating off him, smell the salt of sweat clinging to his skin. “Admit it. You like it when I get under your skin.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air buzzed heavier than the lights, thick with something unsaid. Suguru’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists against his knees.

And then–

He shoved.

The bench scraped loudly against the tiles as Suguru surged up, pinning Satoru back against the lockers with sudden, startling force. Their chests collided, breath mingling hot between them. Satoru blinked once, then grinned like a wolf who’d finally gotten the fight he wanted.

“There he is,” he murmured, voice low. “Knew you’d crack.”

“Shut up,” Suguru snapped.

Satoru leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Make me.”

Suguru opened his mouth to retort, but he never got the words out. Satoru leaned in, closing the distance in a breath. Their lips crashed together, hot and reckless.

The taste of salt and heat filled the space between them– sharp, intoxicating. Suguru’s hand fisted in Satoru’s damp hair, pulling him closer, while Satoru groaned low in his throat, pressing Suguru back now against the lockers with his entire body. The metal rattled under the force.

Their mouths moved in a feverish rhythm, lips parting, teeth grazing, tongues sliding together in messy hunger. Suguru bit down on Satoru’s lower lip, and Satoru laughed into the kiss, breathless, chasing more.

The heat was unbearable. Satoru’s palms found Suguru’s waist, slipping under fabric, dragging over overheated skin, pulling him in so close it felt like there was no space left to breathe.

Suguru’s breath hitched, his other hand splayed against Satoru’s bare chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat beneath damp skin. The closeness, the raw press of muscle against muscle, made his head spin.

The heat between them spiked, sharper than the game, more intoxicating than victory.

Suguru bit down, and Satoru groaned into it, laughing breathless against his mouth. “God, you’re hot when you’re mad.”

Suguru answered by pushing harder, his own restraint fraying. Their bodies collided again and again, grinding against each other until there was no space left to breathe.

The whole thing was messy, desperate. Satoru ripped Suguru’s shirt off completely exposing the taut planes of Suguru’s chest. The sight stole Satoru’s breath. Suguru’s skin, bronzed and glistening with sweat made his cock throb.

He leaned in, lips brushing Suguru’s collarbone before descending, claiming one nipple with a hungry pull of his mouth. The taste of salt and heat sent a shiver through him, raw and electric. His left hand found the other, fingertips teasing, rolling, coaxing a low groan from Suguru’s throat. A sound that felt like victory and ruin all at once. Satoru’s right hand splayed across Suguru’s abs, fingers dipping into the carved ridges, reverent yet greedy, like he could memorize the feel of him, imprint it into his soul.

Suguru’s head tipped back, his breath hitching, long black hair spilling over his shoulders like ink. “Satoru,” he rasped, voice rough, almost pleading when Satoru switched to the other nipple. Satoru pressed closer, thigh slotting between Suguru’s, the heat of their bodies a collision of want and recklessness.

Satoru’s lips trailed lower, leaving Suguru’s nipples flushed and sensitive, his kisses bruising, impatient. He sank to his knees, the tiled floor biting into his skin, but he barely registered it. His hands gripped Suguru’s hips, fingers digging into the sharp cut of muscle, pulling at the waistband of Suguru’s sweatpants with a single, rough tug. They slid down, pooling at Suguru’s ankles, and Satoru’s breath caught at the sight of him. Hard, ready, every inch of him screaming want.

“Satoru, hurry,” Suguru growled, voice low, urgent, his hand fisting in Satoru’s white hair, tugging just enough to sting. The sound of footsteps echoed somewhere beyond the lockers, a reminder they could be caught any second, but it only fueled Satoru’s hunger. He didn’t hesitate, taking Suguru into his mouth in one swift motion, lips sealing tight, tongue swirling with deliberate, ruthless precision. Suguru’s groan was guttural, hips jerking forward, and Satoru’s hands pinned him harder against the locker, keeping control.

The heat, the taste, the way Suguru’s muscles tensed under his grip—it was intoxicating, a high Satoru chased with every bob of his head, every flick of his tongue. He worked fast, relentless, driven by the ticking clock of their stolen moment. Suguru’s hand tightened in his hair, guiding, pleading, his breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps. “Fuck, Satoru- ” The words were a broken prayer, and Satoru hummed in response, the vibration pulling another choked sound from Suguru’s throat.

But Satoru wasn’t here to drag this out. He pulled back, lips glistening, eyes burning as he rose, crowding Suguru against the locker. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough, already tugging at his own sweatpants, freeing himself. Suguru complied, movements quick, almost frantic, bracing his hands against the metal, his back a perfect arch of muscle and defiance. Satoru pressed against him, one hand sliding up Suguru’s spine, the other guiding himself, the urgency of the moment a live wire between them.

The locker room’s air was thick, humid with the ghost of their exertion, the faint squeak of Suguru’s sneakers against the tile floor grounding them in the frantic now. Sweatpants bunched around their ankles, Satoru’s and Suguru’s alike, the fabric trapping their legs, shoes still laced tight– black Nikes for Suguru, scuffed white Adidas for Satoru. No time to strip, no patience for it. The threat of discovery hung like a blade, sharpening every move.

Satoru’s hand, slick with spit, had prepped Suguru just enough. Hasty, messy, but it was all they needed. He pressed himself closer, chest flush against Suguru’s back, the heat of their bodies a furnace. His teeth grazed Suguru’s shoulder, then sank in, hard, leaving a crescent of red that bloomed under tanned skin. Suguru hissed, the sound half pain and half want, his hands clawing at the locker for leverage, metal creaking under his grip. Satoru thrusted deeper, each movement sharp and deliberate, spit easing the way but keeping it raw, urgent.

“Fuck, Suguru,” Satoru growled against his skin, voice muffled as he bit down again, another mark, this one angrier, claiming. Suguru’s shoulder was a canvas of Satoru’s need. Three, four bites now, each one a bruise of possession, stark against the sweat slicked muscle. Suguru’s head tilted back, long hair sticking to his neck, a low moan spilling out as Satoru’s hips snapped forward, the rhythm punishing, driven by the ticking seconds they didn’t have.

The locker rattled with every thrust, a metallic pulse that matched Suguru’s ragged breaths. His sneakers scuffed the floor, sweatpants tangling further, limiting his stance but making him brace harder, muscles flexing under Satoru’s hands. Satoru’s fingers dug into Suguru’s hips, pulling him back to meet each drive, the friction of skin and spit and need a wildfire. “You’re mine,” Satoru rasped, teeth finding a new spot on Suguru’s shoulder, biting down as he pushed deeper, the sting of it blending with the heat coiling in them both. Suguru’s answering groan was broken, desperate, his body trembling under the onslaught, but he pushed back, meeting Satoru’s pace, defiant even now.

The lockers clattered under Suguru’s weight. His palms pressed hard against the cold steel, his body jolted with every thrust from Satoru, who was relentless, hips snapping with a rhythm that felt like it could break them both. Sweatpants sagged around their ankles, sneakers scuffing the tiles, and Satoru’s spit slicked thrusts kept them teetering on the edge. His hand slid around Suguru’s waist, fingers wrapping around Suguru’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts- firm, fast, no mercy.

“Fuck, Satoru,” Suguru panted, voice raw, head tilted back so his hair stuck to his bitten-up shoulder, red marks blooming where Satoru’s teeth had claimed him. “What’s- ngh- hah… what’s gotten into you” Suguru moaned out.

Satoru’s laugh was low, almost feral, muffled against another bite on Suguru’s shoulder. “You love it,” he growled, hand tightening on Suguru’s cock, thumb swiping over the tip, slick with precum. “Been too long, Suguru” Satoru said panting. His hips slammed forward, driving deeper, making Suguru’s sneakers squeak as he braced harder against the locker.

Suguru’s groan was half a curse, his body trembling under the dual assault of Satoru’s thrusts and the relentless stroke of his hand. “Too long,” he admitted, voice breaking, “but you’re still- shit- fuck ngh- an asshole about it.” His words hitched with every thrust, but there was a smirk in his tone, a spark of their old banter cutting through the haze.

“Asshole who’s got you shaking,” Satoru shot back, grinning against Suguru’s skin, teeth grazing another mark into his shoulder. His hand sped up, jerking Suguru with a rhythm that matched the brutal pace of his hips, spit easing the slide but keeping it rough, desperate. “Say it- you need me.”

Suguru’s laugh was strained, needy. “Needed this- fuck, Satoru, right there- hah.” His words cut off in a moan as Satoru angled his thrusts, hitting just right, his hand relentless on Suguru’s cock. The locker rattled louder, a metallic drumbeat to their stolen seconds. Footsteps echoed somewhere too close, but neither cared anymore, too far gone in the heat and the need.

Satoru’s free hand gripped Suguru’s hip, pulling him back to meet each thrust, his own breaths turning jagged. “Gonna make you come first,” he rasped, voice thick with want, stroking faster, harder, feeling Suguru pulse under his fingers. “Do it, Suguru. Now.”

Suguru’s body tensed, muscles coiling tight, a choked “Satoru ah-” spilling from his lips as he shattered. He came hard, spilling over Satoru’s hand, hot and messy, his groan echoing off the lockers as his knees buckled, only Satoru’s grip and the metal keeping him upright. The sight, the sound, the feel of Suguru unraveling… it snapped something in Satoru. His thrusts turned erratic, desperate, chasing his own edge, he was groaning, his forehead beaded with sweat. He buried his face in Suguru’s neck, teeth sinking into another bite as he came, a low growl vibrating against Suguru’s skin, his release spilling deep, claiming him in every way.

For a long moment, only their breathing filled the space. Ragged, uneven, gasping against each other’s skin.

Suguru turned around and slumped forward, forehead resting against Satoru’s shoulder, hair sticking damp between them. His chest still heaved, his body trembling faintly with aftershocks.

Satoru wrapped an arm tight around his waist, keeping him there, grinning even as his breath caught. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“Shut up,” Suguru muttered, voice hoarse.

“Make me,” Satoru shot back instantly, though it lacked its earlier sharpness. His hand rubbed absent circles against Suguru’s back, grounding.

Suguru sighed, but he didn’t pull away. Not yet.

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly down the hall, distant but real. Both of them stiffened.

“Shit,” Suguru hissed picking his shirt from the floor, fumbling with his pants.

Satoru only laughed quietly, straightening his own clothes with zero urgency. “Relax. Worst case, they catch us. Not like anyone’s gonna scold me.”

Suguru shot him a glare sharp enough to cut. “I’ll kill you if anyone finds out.”

Satoru smirked, leaning in to steal one last kiss, slower this time, softer. “Worth it.”

The footsteps passed. Silence fell again.

Suguru sat heavily on the bench, running a hand over his face, trying to calm his racing pulse. Satoru sprawled next to him, long legs stretched out, hands behind his head like he hadn’t just nearly been caught screwing his best friend in the locker room.

“You’re a menace,” Suguru muttered.

“And you love it,” Satoru replied without missing a beat.

Suguru didn’t answer. He just leaned back against the lockers, eyes closing, letting the hum of the lights and the warmth of the moment wash over him. Satoru, for once, stayed quiet. His grin softer now, almost fond.

The game had ended hours ago. But here, with Suguru next to him fingers tangled with each others, Satoru felt like he’d just won all over again.

hellooo nonnie ! so your request did help me decide on a part two, but i changed some things ‘nd cut the pregnancy part, i really hope you don’ mind ! | pt 1 here

whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male ! character

lovin ? heavy orgasm denial , predator / prey themes , hair pulling , breeding , size kink , marking , overstim , full nelson , feminization , readers dick referred to as a clit

♥︎𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜♡︎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏?

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚙! 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚏𝚎𝚖! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

"Bye!" You call out to the last bus of kids going home, their faces pressed to the glass and you swear one kid licked the window. Gojo stood next to you, arms crossed with his blindfold pulled down around his neck. His white shirt was soaked from when the kids pranked him with God knows how many water balloons.

The other counselors had headed home when the bus left, leaving the two of you alone. The sun had given a golden glow to the world, tinting everything it touched.

Behind the two of you was the lodge. 2 floors with enough bedrooms for the counselors and a few bathrooms meant for two people. Gojo was your roommate for the summer, you can't count on one hand how many times you smothered him with his pillow to wake him up.

A taste of sweet revenge

C.W; Satoru! G/N reader, MDNI 🔞

After all the public humiliation you inflicted on Satoru with the vibrating cock ring, consistently increasing its intensity every few minutes to witness his intense twitches and trembles as he struggled to maintain his composure, you subjected him to a week of torment. In response, Satoru swore he would make you experience the same agony, swearing that he would turn the tables on you. The look in Satoru’s eyes had a look of loathe. You couldn't help but feel a bit unease at the change of Satoru’s demeanor as he approached you with cold eyes. "You think you can toy with me, huh~?" Satoru spoke, as his voice sent shivers down your spine. "Well, let's see how you like being toyed with.” With a swift move, Satoru pulled you into a secluded alleyway, away from the eyes of the public. The darkness filled with anticipation that consumed the alley. As you tried to protest, Satoru’s lips silenced you, the kiss felt far from passionate and more like demanding. As the kiss deepened, you to felt hands caress your body. Leaving nothing untouched as his hands slowly made their way to your chest only to rip your shirt open to expose your chest to the open cold breeze. Tears weld up in your eyes as you stared at Satoru with a look in your eyes filled with anguish. "How does it feel to be the one being controlled?, not fun at all right~?" Satoru whispered into your ear, your breathing heavy as your eyes weld with tears. "Go ahead and cry I dare you” Satoru said in an annoyed tone as his mouth engulfed your left nipple. After a few moments of foreplay, Satoru pulled your pants down. Upon removing his own, he revealed his 7.5-inch, 2-inch girth cock, its base pale and head a light pink shade, with veins popping out and precum oozing from the tip (milk white and slightly sweet). Grasping your hair, Satoru forced you to the ground, aligning his cock with your slit, and entered you in one swift thrust, as he began to pound you hard and fast, not allowing you to adjust to his size completely.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Suda Manami Additional Tags: Foot Fetish, Foot Jobs, toe sucking, Face slapping but very lightly, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, slight orgasm denial, Sexual Roleplay, cult leader and follower, cult leader Getou Suguru, Bottom Getou Suguru, Top Gojo Satoru, Blissed out Suguru, aphrodisiac oils, neck biting, Neck Kissing, Possessive Gojo Satoru, Mention of Exhibitionism, Foot licking, I'm weirded out alright?!, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Semi-Clothed Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Getou Suguru Adopts Mimiko and Nanako, Getou Suguru is a brat, Mild Blood Summary: