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“You need to learn how to respect your elders, boy.”
“Hey, now. Who you callin’ boy ?” Satoru scoffs at his superior as he’s essentially thrown onto his back across Masamichi’s desk, sending paperwork flying to the floor and pens skittering. The blindfolded man is unflinching as the principal hovers over his now prone body. “I’m not a kid anymore, I’m almost thirty, Masamichi.”
Smack .
Masamichi is slightly surprised when his large open palm strikes the man across his face. With Six-Eyes and Limitless, Satoru could easily stop any incoming threats using infinity. But he didn’t seem to have it active…
“That’s Yaga-san to you, boy,” the large man hissed as he towers over the sorcerer below him. “I’ve had it up to here with your lip and disrespect. Why don’t we put that mouth of yours to some better use?”
“Oh, yeah?” Satoru has the audacity to laugh as the sounds of a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled are heard in the office. “Speaking is my forte, I dunno if it’s good for much else. ‘sides eating pussy. I’m top tier at that.”
“Shut up ,” Masamichi growls, a hand grabbing Satoru’s chin as he towers over the platinum-haired teacher. His other hand is holding his now exposed cock over the other sorcerer’s face. Even flaccid, Masamichi is massive . Just the sight of such a big dick has Satoru’s own twitching in his tight black pants.
“ Suck . And if you use teeth, you’re dead , Satoru.”
Masamichi talks big game. They both know that Satoru is the stronger of the two and could obliterate Masamichi if he really wanted to though. But Masamichi has some pent-up frustrations to get out and Satoru seems to enjoy being talked down on and manhandled. So it’s a win-win.
“Alright, alright. No need to be so pushy , old man! If y’wanted head, all ya had to do was ask~” Satoru cranes his neck and tilts his head slightly as he wraps his left hand around his former teacher’s girth. He runs his tongue across the tip with expertise, relishing in how Masamichi lets out a little grunt as his hips shake.
And then Satoru swallows him whole. Down to the base… not an easy feat, as even at half-mast Masamichi’s size is impressive. But even as the principal grows to his full size in the teacher’s throat as he bobs his head back and forth, the platinum-haired wonder remains unbothered.
He is pleasuring Masamichi with the expertise of a pornstar, which should not be surprising at all. Masamichi figured Satoru is a bit of a manwhore, hell, the guy’s even said as much himself. But Masamichi does not slutshame! After all, it works in his favor to bang someone who knows what they’re doing. Plus, they’ve done this a couple times in the past.
“ Fuck … look at me while you blow me, brat.”
The principal is suddenly grabbing the blindfold that covers Satoru’s face with such little care that he ends up tearing it off. Now the blue-eyed sorcerer is truly exposed, and it is revealed he has been looking at Masamichi this entire time.
Those innocent pale blue hues that drive people to madness with their beauty are half-lidded and twinkling playfully as Satoru gazes up at the principal, continuing to move his mouth and tongue against his massive cock.
But hey. Masamichi’s main goal has been achieved. And that was to shut Satoru Gojo up. Mission accomplished. Yet somehow, he is not satisfied. He wants more. He needs more.
“Insolent brat, you’ve let all that power get to your head.” Masamichi bites back a moan as he moves a large hand to rest atop Satoru’s messy platinum locks. “Know your place.”
He wants to see this high and mighty prick fully submit to him. Years of blatant disrespect and disregard finally reach their culmination as he begins to rut into Satoru’s throat with no regard for the pace the other man has set, his other hand joining the first atop the teacher’s head. Satoru’s jaw goes slack and his movements still as he merely allows it to happen, maintaining eye contact with his old teacher the entire time.
Masamichi hates to admit it, but it’s fucking impressive . Just how many dicks has this man sucked to have such control over his gag reflex? And keep his eyes wide open during such abuse? The principal has had partners he has made vomit when he really gets into it while they suck him off… sorcerers and normies alike.
“But fuck , at least you’re good for something …”
This might just be the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. But he’s not stopping here, so the status bestowed upon this current moment may be taken away just as quickly as it had been granted.
With little preamble the principal pulls his cock out of the young sorcerer’s mouth, hand yanking the man off of him by the hair. Masamichi leans down, his large hands beginning to fumble with Satoru’s belt.
“Oho! This is getting interesting !” Cheeky laughter— more attitude that needs to get fucked out. “Are you maybe gonna screw my brains out , Mister Bossman ?~”
That fucking mocking tone… Masamichi can feel the fury rising in the back of his throat yet again, despite the emotion being temporarily abated by the pleasure of being blown. Just where did this brat barely out of diapers get off being such a smug motherfucker… the boy had been born great , and practically hadn’t had to truly work for anything in his life, to Masamichi’s knowledge.
The older man doesn’t even humor Satoru with a response— he simply shoves the poor guy flat back against his desk once more. Masamichi manages to get the belt undone and wastes no time tugging down the teacher’s black pants.
Somehow, it doesn’t surprise him that Satoru Gojo still wears printed underwear. The golden stars on the navy blue fabric hugging the younger sorcerer’s waist stand in stark comparison to the plain black briefs that Masamichi wears.
Oh, and of course the fact that the brat is erect. The sight of Satoru laying prone beneath him with his dick helplessly hard in his kiddie underwear grants Masamichi some slight satisfaction that he’d never even known that he needed. Or even wanted, for that matter…
After tossing Satoru’s belt and pants somewhere onto the floor to join the disturbed paperwork, Masamichi begins to mess with the platinum-haired man’s jacket. Satoru, sensing what his superior is up to, raises his own two pale hands to help the principal get the zipper that holds the top together down.
“Chill, it’s just a zipper… see? Don’t break it, these uniforms are expensive, y’know.” One can easily hear the smirk in the sorcerer’s voice as he addresses the man above him, who is already breathing heavily like he’s run some sort of marathon.
“Shut up, you never shut up, shut up .”
After his jacket is shoved off, Satoru’s underwear are pushed to the side below his cock. He’s a bit surprised that Masamichi isn’t even bothering to remove them entirely… oh well. Seems the big guy is short on patience, like usual.
“Sorry! But it’s gonna take a lot more than that to silence me . Especially when I know that you love to hear everything that I have to say~”
Thankfully, Satoru did a mighty good job going down on him, because Masamichi ain’t the type of guy to carry around lube. One of the principal’s hands finds its way to rest on the teacher’s throat, fingers tightening around it as he gets into position between his legs. More laughter from Satoru.
Since that’s how this blockhead wants to play it, Masamichi shoves that gigaton cock of his into the younger man without further delay, and immediately begins to give sharp thrusts and set a rough pace, his other hand moving to the desk to brace himself.
Satoru can take it. After all, he’s the Strongest, right? Not to mention, there wasn’t as much resistance as Masamichi expected as he entered him…
“Oh, fuck yeah ,” the platinum-haired sorcerer moans beneath his superior, voice vibrating against the palm of the man’s hand on his throat. “Fuck, fuckfuck —”
The sharp sounds of skin colliding fill the principal’s office as Masamichi slams into Satoru, dwarfing him. Satoru is not a small man by any means, but Masamichi is just huge . The dogtags around the platinum-blonde’s neck jingle as his body is rocked by the force of the principal’s frenzied thrusts.
“Y’gonna make me feel it , Mister Bossman?~ Gh— ahn, gonna pound my tight hole ‘til I respect you?” Satoru’s rather unhinged laughter fills the office along with the cocophony of sex sounds.
“W—e… shit … miGHT— be here aaahhn … while, then…”
The greatest jujutsu sorcerer on Earth talks a mighty big game, but he seems to be unable to back any of it up at the moment. The fabric of his half-removed star-printed underwear is rubbing against his erection with each stroke the principal makes into him, and it only adds to the experience. Masamichi wastes no time diving in balls-deep, giving it to the Six-Eyes user unabashedly. At some point, Satoru had begun clinging to his shoulders for dear life.
“ Do me , baby. Fuck me with that HUGE cock of yours. Right there , God— don—’t sTOP—!~”
“How undignified. Is this how the Satoru clan raises their ilk these days?” Masamichi tuts, not breaking eye contact with the man below him for even a second as his grip on his throat tightens. “Keep talking that shit while you can, boy. I’m going to fucking split you in half .” His voice is bassy, practically a growl as he makes his movements even quicker. The lower Masamichi’s voice gets, the higher Satoru’s goes.
And when Masamichi hits his prostate, a loud wail falls from the thin man. His back arches up off the desk, pale hands clinging onto Masamichi’s back as his slender fingers grasp onto his former teacher’s jacket for dear life .
“Oh, YEAH! OhHhh , FUCK , SENSEI!”
“There it is. Finally, some respect,” Masamichi growls, relishing in the way that Satoru’s Adam’s apple bobs underneath his grip. “ That’s what I’ve been looking for. Shame I gotta fuck it out of you…”
Now, Satoru may be being choked and getting his brains fucked out, but those sharp blues of his don’t miss how Masamichi looks up at the clock on his wall every now and again. They are on break, after all. It’s still the middle of the day, probably much too early to be doing something like this! But oh well.
It makes Satoru remember when he was that boy around Itadori’s age, impatiently tapping his foot and staring at a clock in Masamichi’s classroom with the epithet ‘ time will pass… but will you ?’ hung underneath it. Crazy to think it was over a decade ago, now… and ol’ meathead here has barely changed. Still easy to provoke, and still an incredible fuck.
Snapping back to the present, Masamichi’s words have trailed off into gruff grunts and groans, and Satoru himself can’t even speak properly, eyes slipping into the back of his head occasionally, moaning out with each stroke as his sweet spot is bashed up against, over and over. Clean satisfaction rolls over his former teacher as he relishes in the mess that is Satoru’s face— the large hand on his throat now grabbing his jaw instead, snapping him back to reality as he affixes Masamichi with a hazy, half-lidded sky blue focus.
And he smiles. The fucker smiles , Masamichi can’t believe this.
Unsure what’s come over himself, the older sorcerer leans down— and to his surprise, Satoru leans up and meets him halfway, one of his hands moving to the front of the man’s jacket to pull him in so that they can share a kiss.
It’s sloppy, undignified and dirty, but why does it feel so right ? Satoru is just too good with that tongue of his, the way it moves against Masamichi’s own causing the principal’s cock to twitch in his ass as he hammers on, his large hairy balls hitting against his former student’s rear with each thrust.
It isn’t long until Satoru’s lithe body is giving involuntary spasms on the desk, his smothered cock soaking the fabric of his underwear with precum, the kiss broken so that he can warn—
“God, fuck… I—’m cumming, sensei… aH… AH!!!”
Masamichi responds only with a guttural groan, indicating that he too is about to bust. His massive hand awkwardly cups Satoru’s jawline as he gives a couple more thrusts before unloading inside of the skinny man, the bottom of Satoru’s thighs red and stinging at this point from the abuse of their skin coming together over and over again. Satoru follows up soon after, spurts of cum filling his briefs with each twitch his superior’s orgasming dick gives while buried inside his tight walls. Despite himself Satoru pops constellations— the pleasurable experience leaving cyan and magenta stars swirling faintly above his messy hair. He hasn’t done that since he was a little boy.
Satoru collapses flat against the desk and stares up at the ceiling as Masamichi finally pulls out, wipes his dick and tucks himself away. Now only he is laying there ruined; cum oozing from his used hole onto the floor as he catches his breath. Wordlessly, Masamichi heads over to the printer to collect some forms he’d run off earlier. It’s time to get back to work.
“Mmh… Damn, break’s over already?” Satoru complains after a minute, sitting up with an eyebrow raised to tug his pants back up. He stands with no issue and stretches before zipping his jacket back up. It’s shocking that the teacher can walk at all. Masamichi glances over at him from the printer.
“And don’t you have a class to teach? Get yourself together and go on back to work then, no use lollygagging around here.” Masamichi’s gruff voice and indifferent exterior is back, but his slightly sex-flushed face and the satisfaction in his body tells a different tale.
“Okeeeey~ by the way, I won’t be attending this afternoon’s meeting. I’m sure you understand.” Satoru cackles as he leaves the office with a wave, hands jammed in his pockets. His footfalls fade down the hall as Masamichi grits his teeth in annoyance.
“… Damn brat…” he sighs. You’d never guess Satoru’s got jizz-filled underwear.
And just like that, it’s like none of it even happened. But Masamichi and Satoru both know that if the younger sorcerer ever needs some of his sensei’s dick, all he has to do is bat those pretty little lashes and ask.
Well, in his unique Gojo-fied way, at least.