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The first time Gojo saw his kouhai, he decided Yuuji was his.
That is how it normally went for Satoru. He saw everything, and having recently mastered his Hollow Technique: Purple, he could take anything he liked. And he instantly knew if he wanted to take something or not. Yuuji was an obvious steal.
Cute, adorable, really, Yuuji was the perfect kouhai. His eyes sparkled at Satoru for simple existing (as he should), and with every word Satoru spoke, Yuuji acted like Satoru hung the moon. He was so easy to tease, Satoru would muse and he pinched Yuuji’s cheeks. He was so expressive. Blushing if Satoru got close, yelping when Satoru appeared behind him.
Moaning as Satoru bit his neck. Squirming somehow away and closer as Satoru crushed him against the wall. Yuuji’s whispers would sound like shouts as he begged.
“Senpai, we can’t–” Poor Yuuji didn’t mean to lie, but he was mistaken. Satoru could do anything. So Satoru and Yuuji could do anything. Satoru kept a lazy pace as he tugged Yuuji’s cock in the hallway, and buried his face into Yuuji’s neck for a conciliatory bite. Ah, delicious.
“Don’t worry, I’m the strongest,” Satoru murmured. “Just stick with me, Yuuji-kun, and no one will bother us. Guaranteed!” Satoru chuckled, he had an amazing idea!
“Ne, Yuuji-kun, if you ever get scared, just hold me tighter~ Hmm, I wonder if I could fuck you in my domain. Would you let me try, Yuuji-kun?” He would never escape. Satoru would keep Yuuji with him forever. Maybe he could learn how to shrink his domain? Then he could keep Yuuji in his pocket, ah, so cute!
His Yuuji-kun was starting to spill over. His cheeks were flushed like a fever, and Satoru’s hand was wetter and wetter. His pants were heavy, and delicious.
“Almost, Yuuji-kun, I’ll let you come soon,” Satoru hummed, and nuzzled into his Yuuji’s neck.
“Please, Gojo-senpai—“
“‘Satoru’,” he cut off Yuuji’s whine, “Beg me, Yuuji-kun. But use Satoru.” He kissed Yuuji’s cheek, like they were innocent. “You love me, don’t you? Tell me you love me, Yuuji-kun,” he crooned.
Squish, Squish.
No one could know this boy was ruining him. Satoru was born strong. He could destroy the world.
“P-please, Satoru!” Yuuji croaked.
Satoru’s lazy pace became too hard- crushing, even.
“Hmmmm?” Satoru hummed, and Yuuji hollered in pain. Yuuji had to know, had to know that if he didn’t love Satoru-
“Satoru, I-I love you, please—“ relief flooded Satoru. And love. So much love. It felt like love.
If it wasn’t love, Satoru would kill for the real thing.
“Ahhh, my heart! I love you too, Yuuji-kun!” Satoru finally let Yuuji come, his Yuuji had started to cry.
Satoru used his cum stained hand to grasp Yuuji’s jaw to forced a long disgusting kiss. Yuuji’s lungs burned, he couldn’t breath. But that was alright. Satoru would fix it.
Satoru was the strongest, after all.