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“We have a supply closet for a reason, Gojo-kun. Please make use of it.”
Gojo clicked his tongue, placing his hands on Geto’s desk as he leaned closer, a slight pout on his face.
“But Geto-sama,” Gojo started, his hand sliding across the desk towards the pen Geto had been holding in his hand before his writing came to a stop once the younger barged into his office. “Your pens are much nicer, be a kind soul and lend it to me? I promise I'll give it back.”
His eyes couldn’t help but to look down at his lips, which were shiny with some obvious lip balm, making them look soft and perfect.
He wondered what they would feel like.
The spell was immediately broken by the smug look spreading across Gojo’s face, as if he noticed exactly how long Geto was staring. From there, he remembered that attached to this unfairly attractive face was one of the most self-conceited brats he has ever met.
Geto straightened up, loosening his grip on the pen as he handed it over. “Let this be the last time, Gojo-kun.”
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In short, Geto is just trying to work but the CEO's son has other ideas.
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“What a gentleman,” Satoru says, eyeing Suguru’s fingers lingering on her dress strap. “Here I was hoping you would help me take it off.”
“Not in the club,” Suguru says like a promise. Satoru deliberately moves so that her strap falls off her shoulder again. Suguru laughs, easy, and fixes it for her again. She looks at Satoru like she’s sizing her up. Satoru bites her tongue. “Please tell me you’re going to let me take you home and fuck you, Satoru,” Suguru says in a low voice. Satoru’s name rolls off her tongue so pretty, half a purr. “Dress on or off, I really don’t care.”
“Well, that depends,” Satoru answers, trying to keep her composure. She plucks her cherry out of her drink and rests it against her lower lip, rolls it onto her tongue. Watches Suguru watch her.
“Depends?” Suguru asks, hand sliding back to the small of Satoru’s back pulling her closer. Her fingers are almost possessive, the tips of them digging in, right at the top of Satoru’s ass. Satoru likes it. She likes it a lot.
“Yeah, depends how many times you’re gonna make me come,” Satoru says, as casually as she can. She feels like a livewire.
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an endless cycle of blue (and yellow) by suguruismymuse
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
06 Jul 2026
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He worked his fingers through Satoru’s white strands while holding the blowdryer in his other hand, careful not to accidentally tug too harshly on a strand and hurt him.
”It’s nice when you do that,” Satoru said just loud enough to be heard over the blowdryer, relaxing his head further into Suguru’s hold.
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(or, it’s summer and it’s perfect and all of suguru’s plans contain satoru, yet he wants more but can’t let himself take it.)
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sweet slick by ninedown for cinnamoncrunchcheerios
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
06 Jul 2026
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It isn't enough. He wants to taste it directly from the source. He wants to bury his face in Satoru's plush thighs, he wants…
He wants Satoru so bad it hurts.
"Let me eat you out." Suguru orders, yet his volume of his voice is low.
"What's the magic word?" Satoru asks, wiping away his slick and spit soaked hand against the sheets. "The one you always make me say."
Suguru can't even breathe with how much he needs Satoru on his face.
"…Please."
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OR Suguru and Satoru make a bet to spice up their first night of trying for a baby, which involves tying Suguru up to a bed.
However, instead of Satoru proving that babies can be made whilst your ride your alpha, he ends up face down in the sheets with Suguru drilling into him.
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- Part 7 of ninedown's gego fics
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16 Jul 2026
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Suguru reaches out, snatching one of Satoru's hands, stilling its movement. He interlaces their fingers and pins the hand to the bed over Satoru's head.
"Satoru," he murmurs.
"And from there the applications are—what?" Satoru jerks, startled halfway through a thought. His pink lips are plush and glossy, just begging to be kissed.
Suguru runs his fingers through Satoru's silky hair, watching as the fine strands fall from his grasp and float gently back down to rest on his blindfold.
"You look very pretty today."
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Suguru puts Satoru's praise kink to good use.