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The only alpha who wasn't stupid (and that's why he terrifies me) by WhiteVelvett
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
01 Apr 2026
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Satoru Gojo has always worn his scent of rosé champagne and roses like a diamond crown: unreachable, expensive, and lethal to any mediocre Alpha. After years of raising Megumi on his own and dealing with "manchildren" who needed a mother instead of a partner, Satoru accepted that Alphas were, by definition, stupid. Until he met Suguru Geto.
One party, one expired condom, and a positive result on a cheap plastic stick later, Satoru finds himself dealing with morning sickness, cravings for star-shaped chips, and the absolute terror of having found the only Alpha who isn't an idiot
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01 Apr 2026
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Satoru's smile widens—splits—becomes something insufferable. "D'aww, don't look at me like that, Su~gu~ru," he croons, tilting his head, syllables dripping slow as honey off his tongue. "I know, I know. You hate giving up control, ne?”
Suguru's jaw tightens. He opens his mouth to say something cutting, something that'll slice that grin right off—
Satoru's hips drop.
His clothed ass grinds down directly onto Suguru's cock, full weight, and the friction of fabric against the slick, oversensitive head is so sudden and so deliberate that Suguru's vision tunnels. His mouth stays open but nothing comes out. The sound dies somewhere between his chest and his throat, strangled by the sheer volume of sensation—Satoru's weight, Satoru's heat, the shift of muscle through thin cotton as he settles himself more firmly, more completely, into the cradle of Suguru's hips.
Control slipping. Going under. Under. The floor opening up beneath him, swallowing him whole, and he had control, he had it, he had it—
Satoru slaps him.
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Or: After the fight with Yuta, Satoru doesn’t kill Suguru.
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07 Apr 2026
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Satoru meets his gaze, doing his best to appear normal and not like a man currently reeling from a very public handjob in the cold, dingy alley behind a shitty little hole-in-the-wall bar.
From his ex boyfriend, the one he hasn’t so much as seen or said hello to, or been able to stalk on the internet even, in ten fucking months. He’s normal about this, because this is a normal situation.
“Don’t overthink it,” Suguru tells him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
Satoru scoffs. As if. He may be a little unbalanced by the recent events, but he is absolutely not overthinking.
"I'm not ‘overthinking.’” He says, making air quotes. “And don't tell me what to do."
"No?" Suguru asks, incredulous, tipping his chin toward his chest.
"No," Satoru huffs.
"You literally just reminded me how much you like it when I do." Suguru quips, gesturing behind them.
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Or, Satoru and Suguru are ex boyfriends and Satoru is feeling a little lonely.Bookmarked by Cinnamoncandy
30 Mar 2026
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“I don’t know, Satoru, I’m all messed up. What I do know is that it makes me sick to see you with other people. It’s envy.”
He’s not going to say jealousy. He’s not about to throw himself under the bus like that.
But Satoru gets it, because he smiles.
“Is that what made you mad about that girl the other day?”
“No, I got pissed then because you were being an asshole.”
or, Suguru has the impression that Satoru gropes him as much as he possibly can. He thinks he has that exclusive right to Satoru’s touch, until he realizes Satoru is that handsy with everyone. For whatever reason, his stomach twists when he sees him grabbing the buckle of Shoko’s pants, or the arm of his friend from university.
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29 Mar 2026
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The game was simple.
All he had to do was find the most composed, stick-up-his-ass older man in the room, and slowly take him apart. It had to be public enough to be thrilling, but private enough for plausible deniability. He’d watch that composure crumble as his target realized that some twenty-year-old twink was making his dick very inconveniently hard at some fancy event, and that there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
Or: Gojo Satoru sees a beautiful stranger at a gala and has ideas.
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- Part 7 of Smutty JJK One-shots
Bookmarked by Cinnamoncandy
24 Mar 2026