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Suguru’s world was always gray.
He couldn’t remember a time where things were colorful and bright, where things felt more alive than they did now. He was so used to being drowned in hues of dark colors, feeling miserable and empty and oh so different from everyone else. He knew that deep down there must be something wrong with him, that he wasn’t like his other peers. There was a dark tar underneath his skin that no one else truly had.
The first time he realized something was wrong was when he was in grade school, feeling ostracized from everyone. His skin felt wrong, stretched out so thin just to accommodate and fit whatever he was meant to be. It didn’t work—it never truly did, it always left him feeling itchy and wrong—and he stood out too much, wanting nothing but to go home and hide away under the covers.
He tried talking to his teacher about it, to his parents, but no one understood him. He was just a young boy after all, what did he have to be stressed about at such a young age. But that was the thing, he didn’t feel like a boy.
He hated the word, the implication of the meaning it entitled. He hated being raised to like things rough and callous, to be hard around the edges and aggressive. Instead he longed for the quiet talks he saw his female classmates have where they giggled and gossiped. He longed for hair that he could tie up in cute styles, longed for clothes that were more comfortable and stylish. He longed for a place to belong.
And that feeling of yearning led him to Jujutsu Tech in Tokyo, where no one knew who he was. He grew out his hair and could tailor his own uniform how he saw fit and no one would question him. He could explore himself and no one could say anything because he was there to fight curses, not fit into highschool norms.
But his world was still gray.
It still felt empty and dull, still felt too small even for Suguru.
And he was beginning to think his world would always stay that way, until he met him .
A boy so bright it almost blinded Suguru. A boy so different from Suguru but so so similar that it made his heart ache. They were different sides of the same coin, facing towards each other but unlikely to touch. And Suguru was content with that, just admiring the boy from afar.
He was beautiful but also annoying and temperamental. Someone Suguru would never approach on his own.
And he didn't have to because the boy strode right up to him and said, “What's with your weird bangs?” and Suguru’s whole world turned upside down.
“What?” Suguru was confused. He wasn't sure if he should feel offended and insecure or just angry.
The boy reaches out to twirl the piece of hair around his finger. “This, is it like a new fashion statement or something?”
The invasion of privacy was so small, so limited and new that it went straight to Suguru’s heart. His face burst into a flush of flames and he pulled away from the boy quickly.
“It's–It's not, I just prefer it this way,” The words tumble out by the syllable, the ravenette stuttering in embarrassment. God he just wanted to disappear right then and there.
The albino boy just nods, slipping into the empty seat next to Suguru. “I'm Gojo, by the way. Gojo Satoru,”
“Geto Suguru,”
The boy, Satoru , flashes the widest grin at Suguru and his heart soars. He finally found his colors.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
“Just about a million times,”
The two teens were seated in Suguru’s dorm, legs crossed. Suguru was studying for a test coming up and Satoru was decidedly not doing that, despite being in the same class as Suguru. It truly frustrated Suguru how Satoru didn't need to study, being able to retain any information just from a few once overs.
“Well, I mean it every time,” Satoru was saying around the lollipop in his mouth, words slurred as he sucked.
He did that a lot, praising and complimenting Suguru out of the blue. It always made her heart jump with embarrassment, the way Satoru said everything so effortlessly. Like what he was saying was the absolute truth that needed to be heard.
Suguru knew that he meant it every time.
Every kiss and tell etched into her skin to keep him warm and protected. He felt at ease with Satoru, always had since that fatal meeting a year ago, like she finally belonged somewhere.
But sometimes it was too much and Satoru went overboard, or picked the wrong time, just like right now.
There was nothing beautiful about the way Suguru looked right now. Hair untied and splayed messily across her shoulders, piercings laying lopsided against her skin from his fiddling, back hunched over her notes that were barely legible. There was nothing but tiredness on her face and concentration in his eyes.
And yet here was Satoru, his temperamental annoying boyfriend, staring at her like he was the very stars in the sky instead of focusing on the homework in his lap.
“Do your work,” Suguru chastised, tapping her finger against the papers in Satoru’s lap without looking up.
There was a scoff and the sound of papers rustling before Satoru was splayed against Suguru’s shoulders, weight being pushed onto her. Suguru tried ignoring it, tried ignoring the annoying whining mass of flesh being pressed against his neck, but Satoru was stronger.
Always, always.
He could never lose with Suguru.
“Work is boooring,” Gojo whined, white hairs tickling Suguru’s ear. “Let's do something else, Sugu.”
That just earns him a shoulder to the chin and he yelps, lips pinched between teeth. And for a moment Suguru looks up, concern flashing through her eyes as he reaches for Satoru’s cheek, swiping a thumb along the bottom lip to check the damage.
He was fine and truthfully Suguru didn't need to do this, didn't need to fuss, but she felt bad the moment she felt the weight shift from his shoulders. And that concern and guilt melted away immediately the moment Satoru looked at her with a shit eating grin, nose scrunched in delight at successfully pulling Suguru’s attention from their work.
Before Suguru could pull away, Satoru’s lips were on her’s, soft and slow. She could taste the strawberry from the lollipop Satoru had been eating just minutes prior, fresh and all too sweet.
Their lips moved in tandem, doing a dance the both knew all too well. They got lost in the taste of each other, Suguru’s arms moving to wrap around Satoru’s neck as the albino moved closer. The papers in Suguru’s lap are now forgotten, sliding to the floor.
They kissed until they were breathless, Satoru being the one to pull away first. “I have the prettiest girlfriend ever,” He whispered and Suguru pulled him away by the collar of his shirt.
“Shut up…” She said, breathlessly, red faced and panting. Something felt off. Sure Satoru always praised her, but this was overwhelming. This felt planned.
But nothing more came out of it.
Another kiss was planted on her lips before Satoru was pulling away, tongue coming out to lick his lips. It frazzled Suguru, sending a chill down her spine. The two had never done anything beyond a few make outs here and there, so Suguru always felt pent up afterwards. Her mind would wonder and she’d get stuck in that heat, wanting nothing more than to keep going.
But her more logical side stopped him.
He felt too insecure about her body to ever show Satoru what he was hiding. She was nervous and scared that once Satoru saw her naked, he’d turn away and run. It was a miracle Satoru even accepted her when he came out—which then led Satoru to coming out too—but miracles always run out eventually. And Suguru didn't want this one running out just yet.
A flick to the forehead disrupts her thoughts, “I can hear your brain tinkering, what’s got you so serious?” Gojo asks, lips now in a small frown. He could sense the unease growing on Suguru and knew that it’ll soon grow into insecurities and dysphoria. He wanted to nip it in the bud before it blossomed.
“I..” Suguru starts and then closes her mouth. How does she tell her boyfriend she thinks she's too ugly for him? How does he tell the one person who adores him that she feels revolting underneath these baggy clothes? Satoru would surely get angry at just her mere wording.
Satoru raises a brow as if to prompt her and Suguru gulps, eyebrows knitted together. “Do you–Are you attracted to me?”
The question catches Satoru off guard, causing him to blink a few times. “Of course I am, Sugu, you’re like… Gorgeous.” The albino moves his hands around in an attempt to emphasize his point, clear confusion on his face.
“Then you wouldn't leave if you ever saw me naked?” The words tumbled out before Suguru could stop them or alter them, and she immediately regretted it. Her hands fly up to cover her mouth, face scrunching up as she braces for whatever answer Gojo gave him. He didn't even want to look at the other but she couldn't tear her eyes away from him.
He was magnetic.
And seemingly very angry.
He flails his arms, moving them to grab at his heart in a dramatic attempt at impersonating being shot. The other hand draped over his forehead as he leaned back, a loud dramatic sigh escaping his lips.
“Oh! I’m so offended!” He sighs again for dramatic effect, “To think my love could be seen as so conditional,”
Suguru can’t help the small fond smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. She reaches over to slap Satoru’s knee, “Oh shut up,”
Satoru takes this moment to quickly sit up and grab Suguru’s wrist, pulling her in close. This causes her to tumble forward, halfway into Satoru’s lap. She uses her free hand to stop the impact of his face against Satoru’s chest and she looks up to scold the other but the words catch in his throat.
Satoru was looking at her with a look he had never seen before. Something akin to a hungry animal looking upon its prey. It sent a shiver down Suguru’s spine and a gulp down her throat. She could feel heat pool in her abdomen and travel downwards, making her pants slightly tighter.
Goddamn Satoru and his stupid pretty face.
“I would never leave you, not for anything. You're stuck with me forever,” Satoru says, leaning down so their noses touched.
Suguru could feel Satoru’s breath tickle her lips and she leaned up, closing the distance between them. She could never get enough of him or the taste of him. Satoru will always taste sweeter than any candy or pastry Suguru has ever had.
Satoru kissed back with fervor, eagerly moving his hands to help get Suguru situated in his lap. The ravenette gladly took that opportunity, moving closer so their bodies were flush against each other.
They don't know how long the kiss lasted but it had them both panting when they pulled away. “Please?”
It was a small plea from Satoru’s swollen lips, as if any louder would scare Suguru away. And maybe that was true, if Suguru wasn't already so pleasure brained. She was still nervous, of course, it would be their first time not only together but in general and Suguru didn’t want to somehow mess things up. They already had such a good thing going together.
“I…” Suguru exhales through her nose and Satoru waits, ever so patient when it comes to Geto. “Okay, but be slow and don’t make any weird faces,” She points an accusatory finger at Satoru to emphasize his point. He was serious about this, any wrong move from either of them and she could regret the whole thing entirely.
Satoru nods, all too eager to just get things started. He was always like that, running into things head first as if he had no other worries in the world. Even during missions, where he would just jump into the action often alone and leave Suguru to hurry to help him. It was annoying, but cute in its own little way.
Suguru maneuvers her legs to be on either side of Satoru’s hips, straddling him in a more comfortable position. She was already starting to feel the tent in her pants and it was making an unease worm in his brain. He tried ignoring it in favor of focusing on Satoru, the lewd part of her brain wandering to think about the albino’s own hard on. Or at least lack thereof.
Which seemed a little ridiculous to be thinking about now because Suguru knew of Satoru’s position, shared the same secret that he did. But the difference between the two of them was that Satoru had the money to fully transition if he so wanted to, getting the full procedures he needed. And due to that, Suguru had always assumed that’s what Satoru did, especially when he passed so well.
Suguru on the other hand didn’t have that luxury. She didn’t have the money nor the confidence to do much but change things that were more outwardly. Something she was slightly more insecure about.
(Satoru didn’t mind though. He loved the way Suguru looked regardless, no matter what the ravenette did with her body.)
“Aye eye, captain!” Satoru says and immediately ducks in for another kiss, swiping his tongue along the other’s bottom lip. Suguru gasps in surprise but follows suit, letting the albino take the lead. She opens her mouth for him to slip his tongue in, reveling in the way that it moves inside his mouth. It made her head spin, how eager Satoru was.
Too eager he was in fact, the albino pushing his tongue against Suguru’s in some sort of competition. He was egging her on, she could tell, and it worked almost too well. Suguru always turned to putty when it came to Satoru.
They kissed until they were breathless and red faced, Satoru snaking a hand under Suguru’s shirt. It made her jump and his fingers twitched trying to stop herself from pulling away. Satoru didn’t seem to notice and continued his ascent, thumbs lightly passing over the ravenette’s nipples.
“Hah!” A small gasp escapes Suguru and Satoru groans, instinctively bucking into the other’s hips. God, that was the cutest sound Satoru has ever heard. He needed to milk it out of Suguru again.
Another swipe of Satoru’s thumbs and Suguru was whining, writhing in the other’s lap. She held onto the albino’s shoulders tightly as Satoru pulled away to kiss along her jaw. His fingers worked to pinch at her nipples, milking those cute little mewls from her. It was like music to Satoru’s ears, the most heavenly sounds he has ever heard. He didn’t know what he'd do once they morph into real moans.
“S–Satoru…” Geto pants, clutching Satoru’s shirt tightly. It was starting to get too hot and she wanted to get their clothes off soon but to make such a request was embarrassing. She didn’t know how to word it without sounding too desperate.
Satoru must have had similar thoughts because soon enough he was pulling away and lifting Suguru’s shirt up just enough to fit his head under, placing kisses between the other’s boobs. The cold air of Suguru’s dorm made her shiver and the soft stickiness of Satoru’s gloss made his skin prickle. It was all sorts of new sensations that Suguru wasn’t sure exactly what to do with. It felt so good her head felt like it was under water.
She didn’t want Satoru to stop, he wanted this to last forever.
“Hnng!?” A flick of Satoru’s tongue against one nipple made Suguru yelp in surprise, arching his back closer to Satoru in reflex. Suguru could feel the smirk growing on Satoru’s lips and it made her blush all the way down her neck.
“God, Suguru…” Satoru murmurs against flush skin, “You’re so pretty..” Another flick of his tongue mixed with his words has Suguru writhing in his lap.
“Oh don’t start, Satoru..” Suguru breathes, head falling against the other’s shoulder.
Satoru moves to play with the other nipple, leaving the other one red and swollen. “And why not? I’m just telling the truth. You never take my compliments seriously,”
Suguru opens her mouth to respond only for a high pitched squeak to come out instead. Satoru had slipped the nipple into his mouth, sucking on it like it was the same as his strawberry lollipop from hours ago. With Suguru distracted by his sucking, Satoru wrings his arms around the ravenette’s waist and begins to slip her pants off.
They were really going to do it this time. For real.
And Suguru was so, so nervous.
“Satoru–” Suguru moans, trying to lift her hips to help the removal of his pants. It takes a bit of moving around but eventually Satoru has them off, leaving her in just her underwear.
The albino moves away to take a peek, eyes widening at the sight. “Holy shit…” He gasps. He needed her out of this restricting article of clothing and stat.
Suddenly feeling self conscious, Suguru moves to cover up her tent but Satoru stops him, instead moving to kick his own pants and underwear off. And what Suguru saw under him immediately went down to her dick.
Satoru was dripping . It was like nothing Suguru had ever seen before, and she wanted nothing more than to feel himself around those folds.
“Take it off,” Satoru’s voice brings her back and Suguru tears her gaze away from the other's pussy. She just nods, slowly—nervously—taking her underwear off. His dick springs to life and Satoru has to swallow back the moan that threatens to escape his throat.
“Can I?” Satoru’s voice cracks, reaching over to hover around her dick.
Suguru nods, gulping loudly. “G–Go ahead…”
And he does just that, gripping the shaft and squeezing. Suguru jumps, bucking up into the fist by reflex. It sends static throughout her whole body and her mind blanks, suddenly so focused on this pleasure.
Satoru leans close to kiss her again as he moves his hand, slowly pumping his fist up and down. He was trying to find a rhythm he liked while also gauging Suguru’s reactions, swallowing all her cute little moans.
“Mmn, Satoru!” Every noise made the albino more aroused, making his fingers twitch. Shifting his legs for a sort of friction to his clit, he quickened his pacing. He continued pumping until he felt Suguru tense above him, moaning loudly as she pulled away to arch his back.
Satoru marveled at just how beautiful she looked when she came.
“Was that good?” Satoru asked as he pulled his hand away from Suguru’s spent dick, wiping any cum off his hand on his pants. He made a mental note to clean those later, or even throw them away.
Suguru just nodded, breathless. She couldn't find the words to describe just how amazing that felt. He needed a minute to compose herself, a minute Satoru didn't have to spare.
The albino was already shifting them into a more comfortable position, Suguru laying on her back and Satoru straddling her. The sudden shift made Suguru flush, blood rushing to her dick again.
“What are you–”
“Sorry Sugu, I just–I just can’t wait,” Satoru breathed, slipping a finger or two between his folds. The intrusion made him suck in a breath, hand trembling as he stretched himself out.
Suguru watched this unfold above her, breathless and dizzy. Even wrecked out Satoru looked so handsome, eyebrows knitted tightly together in focus. His sunglasses were gone, slipped off sometime between this ordeal and neither one had noticed until now, Suguru getting a clear view of how blown out the other’s pupils were.
“Okay then let me—” Suguru sits up on her elbows, reaching out to adjust Satoru’s wright on him. “Let me help,”
Satoru shakes his head, already pulling the fingers out. “I’m going to put it in, is that okay?” He looks at Suguru expectantly and the ravenette chokes on his spit.
Fuck, if Satoru looks at her like that he just might cum again.
At a loss for words, Suguru just nods. He helps move Satoru to a more comfortable position before Satoru lifts his hips to adjust Suguru where he wants her. The six eyes user slowly lowers himself onto the tip, shivering at the feeling. He took a deep breath before slamming down, the entire thing entering him with no warning.
Both teens gasp at the feeling, Satoru hunching over to hold onto Suguru’s shirt. The floor was uncomfortable but neither of them had the mind to move from their spot prior to this, even though now Suguru can feel the carpet imprinting on her ass. But that was nothing compared to the absolute bliss he felt inside Satoru.
Her mind was completely blank, safe for one thing; Satoru Gojo.
“Y–You can…move,” Satoru exhales, rocking his hips to prove he was okay.
And move Suguru did. She gripped the albino’s hips and slowly bucked up, setting a pace for Satoru to follow. Satoru tried his best, lifting himself up and then slamming back down. It felt heavenly, like everything Satoru had imagined.
Getting to feel his girlfriend deep inside him, seeing how pretty she was underneath him. Her black hair splayed out on the floor as she focused, nose scrunched in pleasure. Satoru briefly wondered how he got so lucky, what did he do to deserve someone so ethereal?
“Fuck, Satoru–” Said girlfriend’s voice cuts through Satoru’s thoughts. He quickens his bouncing, trying to milk out as much sound as he can from the other, even if most of it is drowned out by his own.
Suddenly white hot pleasure shoots up his spine and he chokes, stars flooding his vision. That felt… Incredible .
He adjusted slightly, moving to hit that spot again, Sparks entered his brain and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Yes, yes–Fuck, Sugu, there!”
Suguru tightened his grip, trying to hit that spot as much as she could from her position on the floor. It was clearly working, Satoru arching his back in time with a choked scream, tightening around Suguru as he came.
It made Suguru groan, teeth catching onto lip as she bucked a few more times before cumming a second time. They both chased that high together, milking each other of as much closeness as possible.
Soon enough they were finished and all movement stopped in favor of catching their breaths. With shaky limbs, Satoru peels himself off Suguru, watching with a little fascination at the way the cum drips from both nether regions. Suguru, however, is less fascinated by it and sits up shakily, looking around for a rag.
“We have to clean this up,” Suguru says with a voice too hoarse.
“In a sec, I gotta piss,” And then Satoru’s suddenly up and running towards Suguru’s bathroom. It felt all too endearing and Suguru couldn't help the little chuckle that escapes him.
His Satoru was so cute. His Satoru was the color she was missing. Her Satoru made her feel loved and wanted, no matter what changes she made to himself. And Suguru couldn't ask for anything, or anyone , better than Satoru Gojo.
Now, where did she keep his towels?